#i feel like im just drifting and if i died it really would not impact anyone other than my family but idc and my best friend

[badcountryofficial]

Last post I just wanna feel appreciated and valued 👍🏻

[mizunetzu]

Maybe some Kuroo x Male reader,, I just need some of my boy 😩

Of course !!! Kuroos the HOMIE I tell you-

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Kuroo x reader - I’m not gay

⚠️ Warnings - Confused reader, pretty much none

Prounouns - Male, He/Him

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I’m not gay,

is what (y/n) told himself, at age 7.

He was over at his friends house, deciding on a movie to watch before they had to go to sleep.

When he held up a rather feminine looking cd, one of them snickered, and the other didn’t even spare it a glance.

“(Y/n)- thats for girls!”

“I-I know that! Shut up! It...it looked interesting...”

“Kuroo-give (y/n) a break...” Kenma murmured, looking up from his Ds briefly.

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I’m not gay,

Is what (y/n) told himself, in his third year of Junior high school.

He wasn’t going to lie when he said he was a bit curious about the topic, but he’d never considered himself being attracted to the same gender.

Which is why he asked his close female friend if he could kiss her.

It was an odd question, but (y/n) needed to settle something within himself. Just a quick peck on the lips to see if the feelings would go away.

(Y/n) was rather surprised when she nodded yes, because people usually say no when people ask you to kiss them. But he wasn’t disappointed, no.

She leaned up on her tippy toes, pressing a chaste kiss onto (y/n’s) lips, before settling back down on the balls of her feet and hiding her flushed face with the mass of her uniforms sleeves. She peeked through her fingers to see (y/n’s) eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, with a distasteful frown gracing his features.

That didn’t feel right, (y/n) thought.

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I’m...im not....

Is what (Y/n) told himself, during his second year of high school.

He was in the volleyball club in his school, and the intrusive thoughts hadn’t cross his mind since back in junior high. It was actually going pretty good.

He only had one girlfriend the entire time he was in high school, but he ended it pretty quickly to focus on himself, his feelings, and building Nekoma’s defense. (Hell yeah, sports!!)

Nekoma had a training camp where other schools were invited, which is how he found himself sitting in a circle with a few other teammates and managers, playing ‘never have I ever’.

Most of Nekoma was crowded in the circle, with some stragglers from fukurodani, and Tanaka with Nishinoya and Hinata.

The managers from other schools, both fukurodani’s managers, along with Kyoko and Yachi were there too. (Y/n) was pretty sure that Tanaka, Nishinoya, and maybe Yamamoto were only there to “protect Kiyoko Senpai”, but hey, at least they had more players that way.

People went around saying things like “never have I ever cheated on an exam”, “never have I ever served straight to the libero,” or “never have I ever been the cause of bokutos emo mode”

(That question itself put bokuto in his emo mode)

(Y/n) was the only one who had all fingers up, followed by Kuroo, who had only 2 fingers down, then Akaashi, with 4 fingers down.

It was going pretty smoothly until Yukie, one of Fukurodani’s managers, asked,

“Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this circle.”

Not many people put a finger down, but the question made (y/n’s) questionable thoughts come back in a flash. It forced him to think if he did find any of the girls in the circle attractive, and after ruling all them out, he, half jokingly, turned his attention to the boys.

His eyes drifted from each of the volleyball players, until his eyes landed on Kuroo.

Kuroo. One of his childhood friends. Someone he, regretfully, considered attractive. I mean, he had a nice build, he was in the college preparatory classes, and his thighs could crush-

No, shut up. He’s a man.

You’re a man.

....What the fuck?

(Y/n) didn’t even notice his finger fold itself in, until everyone gasped and started berating him with squeals and questions.

“Who is it?!?”

“It better not be Kiyoko Senpai!”

“It has to be to be Kaori, (Y/n’s) been talking to her alooooot lately!”

He couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose at the idea of dating one of Fukurodani’s managers.

“It’s...it’s not Kaori, no offense but I’d never date Kaori...” (Y/n) mused out as nonchalantly as he could. The second those words flew out of his mouth, he regretted not pretending it was Kaori, so they could drop the topic.

Everyone’s comments went in one of (y/n’s) ear and out the other, until yaku cleared his throat and said,

“If it’s not any of the managers, is it a guy then?”

All of the questions died down almost instantly. (Y/n) felt his blood ran cold.

“I mean...is it?” Akaashi broke the silence, maintaining direct eye contact with (y/n).

I’m not too sure with myself, (y/n) thought, chuckling dryly.

With (y/n’s) answer, or lack thereof, everyone started listing off the boys names or saying “is it me?? If it is sorry dude! Haha..” or some variations of that.

(Y/n) felt like he was going to combust with all the “is it —?’s” and “is it me’s??” He never wanted to think about it again, yet here he was, being-

“Is it Kuroo?” Bokuto grinned, half joking, gesturing to the 3rd year sitting right next to him.

(Y/n’s) eyes widened comically. Was it Kuroo?

He wasn’t sure why this one flushed him so bad. His hands started trembling from their spot in the air, and a red tint spread across his face like a virus. He knew he admired his captain, but having a full blown crush on him? He didn’t dare look up at everyone’s prying gaze, instead suddenly finding immense interest in a broken seam in his red volleyball shorts.

“Oh my god, it is Kuroo!” Someone squealed, probably someone like Bokuto. All their voices seemed to merge together and sound the same. People were gasping, nudging (y/n’s) shoulder, or saying stuff like “I support you!!” Or “you too would be soooo cute together!”

(Y/n) brought his fingers down and entangled them in his sweaty hair. “I’m..I’m not gay. I’m not...” (Y/n) rasped out defensively, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Warm hands grasped his wrists, pulling them away from (y/n) gently, forcing him to look up. Kuroo held a shit eating grin that made (y/n’s) stomach churn in both a good way and a horrible, horrible way.

“Oi oi, it’s ok to like boys (y/n)-what, are you in denial or someth-“

“Shut up! I’m straight, and I don’t like you! Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) suddenly lashed out, whipping his wrists out from Kuroo’s hold. He stood up abruptly, choked out a weak “I’m gonna get some fresh air” and staggered out of the room.

No one seemed to notice that Kuroo had put a finger down, as well.

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Im not gay. I’m not gay. I’m not gay.

Is what (y/n) repeatedly told himself, in the bathroom.

(Y/n) threw water onto his face, before slapping his cheeks as hard as he can. He then backed into the bathroom wall and let himself sink down to the cold floor tiles.

“Goddamit...nnNNFUCK!” (Y/n) dug both his fists into the dirty bathroom floor. His hands stung from the impact. A sigh escaped from his lips as he hid his sopping wet face into his hands.

“What...the fuck...I’m not...they’re just...just stupid! Yeah! They’re stupid and I don’t have a crush on stupid Kuroo! Yeah! Y-Yeah..! .....Yeah...”

He sat in silence for what seemed like forever, before he got sick of listening to his own thoughts. He shakily brought himself up to his feet, and exited the bathroom.

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Im not gay,

Is what (y/n) told himself, more calmly than before, heading towards the sleeping rooms with a stable smile.

He almost made it scott-free before he felt a hand firmly grasp his shoulder.

“Hey.”

(Y/n) didn’t dare to turn around.

“I...they..might’ve jumped to conclusions, but I really need to know.”

Do you now? Cause I’d like to know, too.

A heavy silence consumed both of them whole. Kuroo forced (y/n) to turn around, tilting his head up with his finger.

“Do you like me.” It was more like a statement than a question.

“I...i don’t know? I think? Maybe?? I-I’m not sure...” Kuroos serious gaze boor holes into (y/n’s) face.

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know! I mean-I’ve always thought about it, but I never considered that I could be...y’know...and I never really thought about you like that till Bokuto brought it up...”

Kuroo was tacken aback by the sudden raise in pitch, but quickly regained his neutral expression.

“Kiss me.”

It was (Y/n’s) turn to be shocked.

“What-“

“You heard me.”

“You can’t be serious,” (y/n) awkwardly chuckled. He ran fingers through his hair. “Kuroo, hey-“

The middle blocker grabbed hold of the (h/c) boy. He yelped and struggled in his grasp, but Kuroo held his hand firm.

“You don’t know how you feel about me, right? Do you want your answer or not?”

It was rare moments like these where Kuroo wasn’t being smug, or wearing his shit-eating grin, that ignited a confusing flame inside (y/n’s) chest and/or dick. (Y/n) let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, fine-whatever lets get it over with.” (Y/n) grumbled, red in the face.

Kuroo took hold of (y/n’s) chin with his thumb and index finger, and snaked his other arm around the boys waist. He leaned in slowly, letting their lips meet in the middle.

This didn’t feel similar to the kiss he had in junior high. It felt better. It didn’t feel forced or boring like it did when he kissed that girl, this one feels nice. (Y/n) let his eyes flutter closed while he clutched Kuroos shoulders weakly.

Kuroo began to pull away, but (y/n) whimpered and lunged forward to connect their lips once more. It was a sensation that he never wanted to let go of, but of course, air was also something he couldn’t live without.

They pulled away simultaneously, (y/n) very obviously heaving while Kuroo let out a few deep exhales.

“So...” Kuroo said, wiping spit from his swollen red lips. “How do-“

“I love you.” (Y/n) said, testing the words out on his tongue.

“Hm?” Kuroos vague response dug a pit into (y/n’s) stomach. Did I misread this situation?

(Y/n) broke into a cold sweat. “Aah...I mean-I think, no hard feelings if you don’t like dudes-I mean I just found out myself so it’s all good-“ Kuroos booming, stupid hyena laugh broke (y/n) out of his rambling session. (Y/n) looked up at the middle blocker, and slowly relaxed and let himself smile at his antics.

“You really think too much...” Kuroo said, wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “Don’t worry, I like you too~”

He patted the boy on his head, as (y/n’s) cheeks flushed involuntarily.

I could be gay,

(Y/n) told himself, hand in hand with his newly found boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsurō.

And that’s fine by me.

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Extra:

“Get it, (y/n)! Kuroo! Use a condom boys!” Bokuto yelled, from behind a gym wall with Akaashi. The two turned around, surprised.

“Sorry. Bokuto was curious when you said ‘I need to find my new boyfriend, I’ll be right back’, and left.” Akaashi said, fiddling with his ring finger.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t lying when I said ‘new boyfriend’ though, huh, (Y/n)?” Kuroo smirked, slapping his ‘new boyfriend’ firm on the ass. (Y/n) gave a yelp before blushing and clutching the spot where Kuroo smacked.

It would’ve been fine if it was a normal person who slapped him, but in his case, it wasn’t.

But let me tell you, volleyball players spikes are very, very hard. And Kuroo was no exception.

There was a hand-shaped mark on (Y/n’s) ass for a week straight.

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[churchyarddirt]

Hi how are you? I would like to request a nsfw Muzan x reader. You can write it however you want (smut or lemon, whatever you feel is best), but I would appreciate if it was kinky 🙊🙈. Also maybe with demon!reader that’s not really shy and def not weak but still sub (yeah you guessed it, I like it rough and shit so yeah, they gotta keep up with demon daddy 😬🤭) I hope it requested it the right way Thank you for your time and effort 💕 have a great day! 😚

I am so sad I had to rewrite it all 😔 and thats on tumblr... anyways this will be Muzan x his enemy female demon reader, hope that sounds good!!! Also I'm so sorry if this isnt that good, I lost motivation the minute I had to rewrite it, but I missed writing for Muzan ♡

"I never thought that little plan of Douma's would work" Muzan commented, looking at your body. He adored the view.

You were pinned up against the wall by black wires that you assumed were Nakime's ability. Every limb tightly secured.

You were quite numb from the poison that you got infected by earlier, but it didnt matter. Your worst enemy was right in front of you.

Muzan slowly made his way to you, with blank expression. You were one of the lucky demons that had succeeded in regaining control from the demon lord.

Muzan didnt hate you, despite you ruining a lot of his plans, Muzan found you amusing and usefull. The taller demon craved to know how you feel, but sadly you were blind to him. He come closer, but you wore the same neutral expression, no fear or panic. And it pissed him off.

Suddenly, muzan took out massive kitchen knife and placed it against your neck "I'm quite tempted to slice it against your throat" muzan grinned as your expression finally changed and surprise erupted through your face, however, vanished as soon as sun rose up the sky and that orange-magenta colour came than disappeared.

As soon as in a matter of seconds you were back to your expressionless face.

"I'm not afraid, Kibutsuji" you declared, his name left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You felt the dagger sink deep into your skin "I know you're not afraid" Muzan admitted "so I will make you shiver" his eyes stayed locked with yours as you moaned from pain.

You quickly averted your gaze to the window, where the moon was disclosed with thick black clouds. You felt wisteria poison burn your skin and travel down your body, you could stop it. You were magnificent in blood magic, you could destroy the poison, yet you let it run down your veins like a river. It felt good.

You felt your body go more numb and numb. If you died right now, nothing would matter anymore.

You prayed that the poison would take you, yet it didnt. Muzan gently cupped your cheek and forced you to meet his gaze

"I've had my eyes on you for some time, be a good girl and stay obediently still" he taunted, his eyes drifting to your body.

Suddenly, the wires loosened up and you fell to the ground, your green kimono dangling elegantly "what are you doing...Kibutsuji" you grinned, barely able to keep your hands still

"Punishment darling" the demon's hands travelled around your shoulders, removing your clothes "if you'll promise to obey me and be a good demon, I'll be gentle" his serene voice had a hint of pity, you hated it.

You were a demon with immerse blood ability, total hydrokinesis of it.

"....hm" you hummed, passing out for a minute. You didnt know how long it has been, but you regained your body movement and half of your consciousness.

You muttered his name, making Muzan's eyes drift to you, and as soon as he did...it was over. You both were lost in a wave of lust. You always fancied the demon lord, of course you hated him, but you always wondered how being next to him would feel like...

The taller demon's lips crushed against yours. There was nothing gentle about it. Muzan was rough and harsh.

You tried to push him off but it was no use "stop resisting Y/n" he ordered, bringing your lips together. You felt cold wall against your skin as Muzan forcefully pushed you back.

From the strong impact, you couldn't help but to gasp, and in that brief momment, scarlet-eyed demon entered your mouth. His tongue felt embarrassingly good to touch.

"I-Im gonna invert your ribcage" you hissed at him, but the Male only griped your scalp and pushed your head against the wall, you let out small yelp

"Next time scream harder" he suggested with sinister smirk this time.

Muzan's hands were now places to your chest, since you tried to fight back he ordered Nakime to pin your hands to the wall. You were helpless. You noticed that the demon untied your kimono and left you with bare legs and upper body, only waist was covered. Barely.

"You'll call me lord Kibutsuji from now on" once his words finished, he squeezed your breast, you tried to lock your lips and not satisfy his needs but the more he teased your nipple's the more wet you got.

"I hope you...." you tried to give a smart comeback but nothing came out, it was embarrassing. Your breath hitched as you desperately tried to hold back your moans.

The male griped your chin, forcing you to humm, so briefly and seductively

- what do we say now? Y/n?

-....Fuck off - you hissed and almost gasped how Muzan lowered his head to your chest. Your eyes gave off chilly waves of terror and aghast, just like he liked.

Muzan smirked before licking your nipple, and with out warning, biting it gently...then harshly. Your cries and yelps were pleasant to him.

You started to shake and whine against him "P-Please, Lord Kibutsuji...i...I will behave, I prom-promise" your sentence ended with moan.

"That's what I'd liked to hear" you heard his voice in your head, did he gain control over you so quickly?

Muzan spread your legs over your hands, you didnt even realise how wet you got at this moment, you always knew Muzan was attractive but right now, it was ravishing.

His loose black hair tickled your stomach, as he slowly lowered himself closer to your pussy, for a brief momment, the room was filled with your panting breathing, not wasting much time, muzan got his tongue out, and licked your clit.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn't hold your moans back, the Male was too good. He was old demon with amazing experience, so you weren't surprised that he made you feel THIS good.

You closed your eyes, you swore that you saw white all over "I..really really want you inside me" you moaned, instantly regretting your words, he was an enemy after all...yet you were so quick to fall into his trap.

But it was too late, you were deep into lust and desire.

Muzan bit your lip, you squeezed his head between your thighs, you were so close to cumming, he knew that.

And that's why he stopped.

You hummed in sorrowful tone, the Male positioned his posture to align with yours "spread your legs open" he ordered, after licking his lips seductively off your juice

You glared at the demon, obeying his orders and letting your legs open up even more wider

Muzan allowed his thumb inside you, you couldn't describe the tension that you felt, this sudden and deep wave of euphoria, you felt so good you could scream. Your vision dimmed.

"Muzan...I think I'm passing out again" the older Male chuckled, as the tip of his dick was rubbing against your entrance, slowly and teasingly "you were meant to be asleep, after all, I didn't intend on keeping you awake, you're stronger than I thought" the Male admitted

"M-Muzan...I-" the Male corrected you "Lord muzan" his voice was raucous and deep, he was so eager to make you his "if I pass out..will...no" you uttered to yourself, getting lost in your head, before Muzan pressed your body against the cold minka wall.

This way, he entered his whole length inside of you, making you wiggle a bit "it's fine...its better for you to sleep" he explained, slowly brushing your hair before sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

"M-mu...m~" you tried to moan his name, but all that was in your head was this hunger, Muzan starts to move and you couldnt help but to roll your eyes.

He was perfect, a being close to perfection.

You passed out soon after, but you knew that he would take care of you. After that night, you became his. His only.

It wasnt planned, but you both knew you wouldnt be able to forget each other, any time soon.

[zontiky]

okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream

this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd

pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh

The Hargreeves siblings are dead.

Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.

When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.

He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.

Anyway.

Klaus.

He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.

Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.

“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.

His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”

Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.

Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”

Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.

Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry. 

And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)

The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.

righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol

five shows up

he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts

god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk

somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober

or maybe hes high for all eternity?

for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober

so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers

asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry

he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,

if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,

ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless

and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge

five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him

dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse

OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along

i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((

for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist

IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK

okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.

1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves

after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit

which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse

bc theyd:

trust each other more

already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge

are working as a team from the very beginning

have open lines of communication

yeah uh. so there

vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen

oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf

there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar

so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise

okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd

2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist

this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on

subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk

aaaaaa

five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd

is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting

either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train

3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back

this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO

basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk

4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist

five with a gun but hes sad now

i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different

and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??

SCREAMS

i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)

subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something

yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd

subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind

i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa

okay jesus christ i think that’s all

I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3

[villlainarc]

Kiss Me Goodbye (I’m Defying Gravity)

Summary: Roman falls, so Janus does everything in their power to catch him.

Pairings: roceit, (A Tiny Bit Of) brotherly creativitwins 

Warnings: attempted murder, blood mention, stab wound, death mention, self-sacrificial behavior (? i think that covers that part)

Word Count: 1480

Taglist (ask to be added/removed!): @max-is-tired @sssounds-gay-im-in @main-chive @emo-disaster @heavenly-roman

Notes: no one talk to me or my nine current wips ever again <3 actually no one Mention my nine current wips ever again either thanks <3

anyway!! this was inspired by this piece and the tags on it by @aidensm8 (thank u again for letting me write this btw!!)

ao3

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Janus hadn’t reached the top of the tower fast enough. They hadn’t made it to the edge of the tower fast enough, either. They hadn’t been able to stop the traitor from throwing their knife at Remus, hadn’t been able to stop the crown prince from standing there, frozen in shock, and they hadn’t— hadn’t— 

And they hadn’t been able to stop Roman from diving in front of that knife, hadn’t been able to stop it from burying itself in his chest, hadn’t been able to stop the blood from seeping from the wound and staining his pure white clothes with red.

The world had moved in a slow-motion fog after that, they remembered—Janus thought they must’ve screamed, and Remus probably had too. Roman, though, he couldn’t do more than stand there, swaying slightly as he stared down at the knife and the blood and the way the world spun around him. 

Moments later, Roman had stumbled backward and Janus had realized that they’d be frozen in place with horror, doing nothing more than watch the events in front of them unfold. They blinked, and the world continued to move at a painfully slow pace as they understood what was happening. They might have screamed again as Roman’s legs caught on the parapets of the tower and his back curved into an arch as he fell over the side of it, eyes going wide and arms reaching up to grasp at something, anything. 

Janus began to run then, though each step they took felt next to impossible with the way time was moving. They were still too far away to do a thing though as Roman caught Remus’s sash in his hands, too far away to shake Remus from his shock at the action and help him pull his brother back to safety. They were only close enough to hear the whisper of, “Catch me, Janus,” as Roman’s last hope of saving himself tore away from Remus’s body and he dropped towards the ground.

They didn’t even realize they’d made the decision to do something until they were standing atop the parapet and Remus had grasped their hand tightly, gazing at them in confusion, but really, it wasn’t as though Janus had ever had any other choice. They needed to save Roman, one way or another, and if the only way to do so was to leap into the unknown just as he had, then that’s what they would do. That decision had been made whether or not they’d been conscious of it.

“What are you doing?” Remus asked quietly, and though Janus thought the answer was fairly obvious, they replied anyway.

“I’m going to save Roman.”

“Janus, you can’t fly. Your wings—”

“—are still wings, mismatched or not. I have a better chance of saving him than he does of saving himself, at least. I have to try.”

“You’ll both die! I don’t want— I don’t want to lose—” Remus cut himself off, too choked up to continue.

Taking pity on him, Janus interrupted before he could get any farther. “Me neither.”

“Then please don’t do this. Janus—”

They gave a deep sigh. “I am here to protect Roman. You know that, I’m sure. If there’s a chance that I can now, I don’t believe I will be physically able to not take it.”

Remus gave them one last desperate look. “Please.”

Janus turned away, clenching their jaw. Realizing they couldn’t promise Remus anything at all, they said simply, “Be a dear and take care of the person who tried to murder you, if you’d be so kind.” 

With nothing more left to say, they pulled their hand from Remus’s and dove off the edge of the tower, the wing of an angel and the wing of a serpent both pulled tight to their back.

Janus fell through the clouds, arms held out in front of them, already reaching for Roman though he wasn’t anywhere in sight. They had to reach him soon, or it would be too late for them to even attempt to slow his fall.

It could have been seconds or minutes or eons before Janus finally passed through a cloud far to close to the ground and saw Roman falling below them, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Remus’s sash still clutched in his hand. He looked almost peaceful, the wind causing his clothes to flutter around him ever so gently and his hair framing his face as though it were a halo and he was the angel out of the two of them. 

Janus had to shake themself to stop from being too distracted to concentrate on actually catching Roman, blinking out of their brief reverie as they reached down and scooped him into their arms, pulling him close while still being careful not to push the knife in any further.

“Roman,” they said, voice almost entirely lost to the wind, “wake up, please wake up.”

Roman didn’t wake up. He just continued to lie there, as beautiful on death’s doorstep as he’d always been.

Janus tried not to think for too long about that as they spread their wings out as wide as they would go, trying desperately to slow their fall. It worked, but they still weren’t falling slow enough that they’d be able to survive an impact with the ground.

“Roman,” they whispered again. “Roman, I need—”

They paused. What was the point of waking him up now anyway? It wasn’t as though he’d be able to do anything to save them. He couldn’t fly, Janus was the one who was supposed to be able to do that. Waking Roman just before he died would be unnecessarily cruel—it was better to let him stay comatose at this point. Their reasons for wanting to see him awake one last time were entirely selfish, after all. They didn’t need to wake him.

And this way, Janus found themself thinking, they’d be able to cushion Roman’s fall without him arguing against it. 

Before they prepared to position themself to do just that though, Janus couldn’t help but gaze longingly at Roman’s face, letting their eyes drift briefly to his lips for a few precious moments, completely in awe of his beauty. Their heart ached with the desire to kiss him—a desire that had plagued them for so very long—but it was too late to ask for that now. They’d settle, then, for this final act of sacrifice and a featherlight kiss on his forehead, left with the hope that Roman would never learn what feelings had truly driven them. 

Still holding Roman as gently as they were able to, Janus allowed themself to rotate in midair, careful to shift Roman ever so slightly against their chest so that when they landed, the knife wouldn’t be driven even deeper into his heart.

Roman stirred then, moving about in Janus’s arms. They held him tighter, assuming he was still passed out and making sure he wouldn’t fall away from them. 

“Janus?”

Shit. 

It seemed he wasn’t still passed out.

“What are you doing, Janus?” he asked, blinking slowly and turning his head slightly to see their face.

“I’m saving you.”

“But I’m fi— I’m fine, what’s happening? Why are we falling? Janus, why are you holding me like this? You didn’t fall before me, I remember that much, so why are you—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you— are you trying to save me by breaking my fall?”

Janus was silent. 

“Janus.”

“…That’s certainly a possibility that exists, isn’t it?”

“Don’t do that.”

“I don’t have much of a choice if I want to save you, darling.”

“You have wings.”

“And they don’t work, you know that.”

“They could.”

“Roman, dear, please don’t make this more difficult than it is.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, but this the best chance we have at even one of us surviving.”

“Janus.”

“I can’t do anything more than this, Roman. If I could, I would. Believe me.”

“You can fly.”

“No—”

“I believe in you. Please, Janus, you have to try.”

At this point, the ground was approaching at an alarming rate. Janus spared one final glance behind them before looking back towards Roman. The prince stared back with eyes full of such love and hope that Janus knew they couldn’t—wouldn’t—fail him.  

“Okay,” they murmured finally, giving in as they turned away from Roman’s utterly enchanting eyes and holding him as close to their chest as they could manage. “If this doesn’t work—”

“It will.”

“—I should tell you now that I love you, Prince Roman, more than words can say.”

“I love you too,” he responded, and Janus knew somehow that he’d meant it in the same way they had. “Now, love… fly.”

And for the very first time in their life, they did.

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masterpost

[kinqjaehyxn]

Countdown

— nakamoto yuta

genre: angst

warning(s): death

word count: 1,525

a/n: omg its been FOREVER since i last posted and im so sorry!! i had a lot other things going on which is why i couldn’t post but now that im quarantined i have more time to write so please stay tuned i hope everyone is staying safe!! also this one was inspiried by a tiktok i saw and it made me cry so enjoy!!

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3 years left

"Ready babe?" Yuta asks, smiling before squeezing his eyes shut.

You lived in a world where your 18th birthday determines how many years left you had. Once midnight strikes, the numbers would engrave onto your wrist like a tattoo yet painless. It would only be visible to you and no one else. Yuta’s birthday had passed first and he refused to let you know until you got your number.

You nodded excitedly before you shut your eyes as well. The two of you counted down in unison until the clock struck midnight. He opened his eyes and watched as you opened yours, eyes drifting to look at the little number that lay on your wrist. "What did you get, love?" He asked gently.

You looked up at him and smiled, "I got 68!"

He kissed your forehead before pulling you into a hug. "Me too babe."

Your grip on him tightened as you whispered a sweet 'I love you' into his chest. Yuta hugged tighter as he caught a glimpse on his wrist. "I love you too." He lets out, eyes concentrated at the little 3 that engraved onto his skin.

2 years and 6 months left

Yuta sat across the table from you, absorbed into the textbook. "Babe?" You called out quietly.

His eyes moved up to look at you, sitting there with your face rested on your arms. Your eyes were puppy like, something that he always loved about you. "When we graduate uni, can we move to Paris?" You asked.

His eyes curved into crescent moons, smiling wide as he ruffled your hair. "Of course babe."

Your eyes lit up at his answer. "Really?"

"Anything you'd like." He replies, amused with your wishes.

You scoot closer to him, "In that case, we can live close to the Eiffel Tower!"  Your voice got louder and excitement grew.

He hushed you as he chuckled, reminding you that you guys were in the school library. "Of course we can, but first let's ace this exam alright?" He asks and you nod.

Yuta kisses your cheek softly before helping you out with studying.

2 years and 3 months left

Yuta was on his way to the bus stop to school; the sun was shining and his music was blasting through his earphones. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the cool breeze in the air. His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt a strong impact on his back. Yuta turned off his music and turned to face the cause of the sudden movement. He found you hugging him tight with a bright smile plastered on your face. "Can I help you?" He chuckled at the sight.

"I got in! I got in babe!" You shouted in excitement. "I got into Tohoku University!"

Yuta turned and picked you up, spinning you around in the process. "That's my girl!" He exclaims, putting you back down on your feet. "I got in too."

If it was possible, he saw your smile grow bigger. "That's amazing!! I'm so proud of us!" Yuta’s heart melted at your words. "We're one step closer to moving to Paris."

"Let's ditch today, to celebrate of course!" He suggested.

Your head tilts in confusion. "Really? We just got accepted babe, we should keep our grades up at least." You laughed.

"I know, but one day won't hurt right?" He raised his brows at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully and smacked his arm, "Fine, take me away~"

1 year and 9 months left

It was late at night, his phone was burning hot from being on facetime for too long with you. He couldn't care less though, he loved listening to your crazy stories from your recent vacation. "And then he picked it up and—babe are you even listening?" You asked mid story.

He smiled and adjusted himself on his bed, his hand holding his head up. "Of course I am, I'm just admiring your beauty."

Yuta laughed when he saw your cheeks turn a bright red. "You're so cheesy it's gross." You muttered, hiding your blushing face.

"You know you love it."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you stared into the screen. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you Yuta." You say lovingly.

It was now Yuta’s turn to blush a bright red. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, love." He murmurs.

"I love you." You mumble.

He notices your sleepy tone. "I love you too baby. Get some sleep now, you sound tired."

"Okay, goodnight babe."

1 year and 3 months left

"I hate you so much!" You sob into his chest.

Yuta holds you tight, holding the laughter that was begging to come out. "I'm sorry babe, I didn't think you'd react like this."

Yuta had somehow convinced you to watch a horror movie with him. You were hesitant at first, but in the end, you agreed. It wasn't too bad until the scary scenes began to show. You got so spooked you started crying, hiding your face in Yuta’s chest.

"Stop laughing it's not funny!" You hit his chest, causing him to burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry love, we can turn it off if you want." He suggests, trying to contain his laughter.

Lifting your head up from his chest, you wipe your tears and sit back down beside him. "No it's okay," You whimper. "I wanna know how this ends."

He laughed harder, earning another smack from you. "Sorry babe, you're just so cute!" He pinches your cheek.

"Shut up." You glare at him.

Yuta pulls you closer to him, "Don't worry, I'll shield you if you get scared again."

8 months left

You tried your best to conceal the tears that were threatening to leave your eyes. Naturally, Yuta had caught on after listening to you sniffle a thousand times over facetime. "Are you okay baby?" He asks, concern filling his voice.

"I-I'm fine." You weep.

"Y/N," He starts.

"Okay I lied, I'm not fine." You began to let the tears fall. "It's just, I'm so stressed, university is really kicking my ass right now." You continued to cry.

Yuta felt helpless just sitting in front of the screen. He wanted to hold you tight and calm you down. His heart heart seeing you cry. "I know it's hard baby," He says, worry evident in his voice. "How about this, I pick you up in 10 and I take you out on a night drive to make you feel better?"

You smiled at your boyfriend and wiped your tears away. "Yes please." You tried to calm yourself.

He smiled into the camera and stood up, grabbing his keys and his jacket. "Perfect, I'll see you soon babe!"

1 month left

Yuta had taken you to a park at midnight. It was peaceful; it was quiet and the only noise was the sound of your laughter. The two of you were on your back, looking up at the night sky and stargazing.

As his eyes wandered the starry night, his mind began to wander as well. He wondered if you'd be mad at him for lying to you 3 years ago on your birthday. He wondered how you would cope after he died a month from now. Yuta felt his heart slowly breaking with each passing hour as his death day awaits him.

"You know I love you a lot right?" Your comforting voice said, interrupting his thoughts.

He turned over sideways to look at you. "Of course I do." He said, caressing your cheek.

"No like a lot." You shifted so that you were facing him too. "I love you so much Yuta, more than I can even explain."

Yuta pulled you close and gave you a passionate, loving kiss. "I love you too Y/N, more than you could imagine."

1 day left

It was past noon and he woke up late. He had the entire day planned to spend his last day with you but he woke up late. He got up faster than ever and began to get ready to surprise you. As he was about to leave the door, the personalized ringtone set for you rang in his pocket.

"Hey babe—"

"Yuta?" He was confused as to why he didn't hear your voice on the other line. Instead, he heard your mom.

"Oh, uh hi Mrs. Y/L/N." He says.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N passed in her sleep." She replies, weakly.

Yuta’s world stopped, "S-sorry?" He stammers, unable to register what he just heard.

"She never told you? She's had cancer for the last 3 years, I'm sorry Yuta."

He managed to thank your mother for letting him know before hanging up. He felt his eyes water, a tear escaping his left eye as he sat down on the cold floor. He held onto his phone and he opened it; his lock screen was set to a picture of you. Yuta held his phone tightly to his chest, the tears slowly falling as he smiled,

"See you soon."

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 22

oooh man, its time to feel some EMOTIONS!

I'm BACK after a hiatus, which was due in part to me getting my 1st dose of the covid vaccine! woohoo!

anyways, starting here w/issue 22....we have a great cover w/thunderclash, the legend himself

oof. the covers made me forget how much I don't like the art this issue...I hate to be mean to the artists but this art style just isn't doin it for me chief

god I love this issue though. the framing device of rewind’s movie is so so fantastic

tailgate listing off all his fake awards/accomplishments....ily 

rodimus my boy, you're a prime in my heart

the ‘not a decepticon’ label for cyclonus is so much hvbhkjfbskjf

I literally wanna comment on every single panel bc I love all the characters so much but then id be here forever...that being said whirl ily sm 

hvbjdfbhsfjhdfshja BRAINSTORM ‘according to perceptor - ships genius’ hvhdkjhbfhjs ily dumb gay idiot

and then the cut to perceptor after brainstorm like, blew up his lab vjbkdsfnbksjf dude

GODDDDDD drift ‘your name...defines you. it’s your soul expressed in syllables. hm? oh, yes, sorry. it’s drift.’ GOD he’s so fucking funny. I love early story hippy drift

god I cant stop thinking about how good this whole issue would be as an animated show...like, specifically rewinds film, it would be SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD mtmte show WHEN

rewiiiiind ;_; I fuckgin love rewind god. fellow video editing enthusiast....

ohhhh rodimus being embarrassed about his big speech at the beginning of mtmte....my boy I love u so much

gjhnbgehjsrkfbjksf magnus being suspicious of rewind oh my god. magnus ily but please, look at the lil guy, he’s a good boy, most of the time

the fuckgin footage that magnus removed hbvhakjbfhskf god. wasn't that intended to be footage of magnus dancing? I love him

minibot squad.....

and here it begins, the mystery stick rung question...

poor rung oh my god he’s just trying to polish his lil spaceship and people r throwing shit at him. taking Ls as per usual it seems

hand grenade tag hvbfjksdnfbkjdf love that callback

noooo rungs ship :( 

magnus’s censorship vhbhadkjfhdbhjsakjhfn

oh man I forgot about how they met that race of Transformers But More 

the one-upsmanship hbvkajsbehfjks

whirrrrrl lmao I love whirl sm

goddddd whirl just killing that other alien and ending the 16 million yr long civil war bvkjsdbfhjjkafs so fucking much

oh god oh god the ‘are you happy’ page, I'm not emotionally equipped to handle this like, ever

but I will say I feel like it would be EVEN MORE oof if it were milne or someone drawing it bc I feel like this art style takes away from some of the impact bc the expressions aren't really that...expressive? idk how to put it

anyways. every single answer destroys me!!! like even the happy ones, like chromedome and rewind and tailgate - well, in present time, none of those three are doing so hot, so that makes this just hurt 

and rung....that is so fucking depressing. jesus. this guy is so fuckng sad, somebody get him a friend stat

and swerve...ouch. this readthru I've really noticed how much early-mtmte swerve is not-so-subtly like, crying out for help bc he’s so alone and shit. jesus 

also brainstorms response is just plain ole sad w/context, but at this point in the story without context, it just seems very foreboding lmao. I'm realizing this readthru that brainstorm is very sketchy and ominous in a particular ‘is he evil?’ mad scientist sorta way in early mtmte

and then everyone else is also just so OOF in their own unique sad ways, but I think the worst out of everyone is drift....GODDDDDD. especially considering that at this point in the story, drift is this kinda goofy hippy guy, so seeing him just sit there with his face in his hand, not even answering the question...AND knowing that shortly after this he’ll end up banished...IT FUCKING HURTS M8!

meanwhile, the more upbeat ‘quest to see rungs alt mode’ continues...with an ‘alt mode party’ vhbadkjsdfnabskjf it looks so silly with a bunch of cars just sitting around a table lmao

I cant even tell who everyone is bc they so rarely turn into cars n shit lmaoooooo 

rodimus with the bucket on his head hbvhakjbfskjf I CANT

everyone’s reactions to thunderclash...i fucking love it

the fact that TAILGATE doesn't hate him, even though we’ve seen that tailgate tends to dislike people who are universally liked/who have achieved a lot of impressive things

rodimus you petty thot vbdkjbfdjhsakjdf ily

RODIMUS IS SO FUNNYYYYYY ‘I'm not making all these sacrifices and leading these guys into battle and being inspirational - I'm not doing that because it makes me look good’ RODIMUS VBHSKJDFNBKSJF

thunderclash talking about magnus’s article on typefaces....hdbksjfsdbkjgfb bro

AND THEN MAGNUS HUGS HIM....HGBSKJFDSHFKD I CANT

POOR DRIFT bvhajkdfbhjkjsfd rodimus saying he ‘rehabilitated him’ oh my god

the whole spectralism thing...im sorry I cant get over how funny all this is vbakdjfbksjf thunderclash rlly b out here charming rodimus’s entire crew

and then ratchet comes in, calling tc ‘thunders,’ and tc immediately notices ratchets new hands (somehow) hvbkjfhbskjf truly amazing

it cracks me up that rodimus is all 😒😒 at thunderclash, even though as we come to find out, tc really IS That Perfect, and him complimenting rodimus isn't sarcasm at all lmao

AND THEYRE LOOKING FOR THE KNIGHTS OF CYBERTRON TOO HVSDHFJBSHKHDFJS OF COURSE

the vis vitalis being a life support machine spaceship is a really cool concept tho

‘rescuing some orphans from an exploding sun’ I fucking cant

evil guy: [holds a gun to thunderclash’s head] 

rodimus: :D finally something doesn't go his way!

he’s so petty I’m..........dkdjhfdabhduifadijgl

and its the aliens from earlier! oooh

GODDD I forgot that swerve used rung in mystery stick mode to SCHWACK the guy

rung casually dropping the fact that the functionists like, experimented on him...there's a lot of implications there, and that'll certainly be explored more later...

the fact that his ID card says ‘rong’ hvbhjakhdsbfakhsjfn 

oughufadkfujbsfk the circle of light throwing wrenches n shit at skids...guys cmon vbhsdjkfnslfd

the circle of light is like ‘wtf you all have trauma and a bunch of weird unhealthy coping mechanisms this is wack byeeeee’ lmao

skids calling the lost light his home is rlly sweet tho

cant believe the religious space hippy cult is being so rude about a film made by a guy who died like a week ago. unreal 

cd finally figured out how to make the pffft sound, good for him

AUGHHHHH the fact that rewind used ‘little victories’ as the title of the film and that's something that chromedome said in the video ;_; I'm fucking inconsolable 

rodimus, despite his obvious posturing for the camera during the whole issue, comes off as surprisingly genuine when he says that he hasn't thought about his own future much, but wants the crew to have a happy ending....im gonna cry

‘who knows what's around the corner?’ tailgate, PLEASE don't say that, oh my god, 

OUGHHHH GROUP SHOT 

OHHH mannnnNNNNN i love this issue SO MUCH. what a good fun emotional rollercoaster wrap-up to mtmte s1. god. 

like, this issue has it all - humor, drama, crippling sadness, intrigue, worldbuilding...it’s so excellent 

and getting to see rewind again hurts so bad but also I love him

ok quick mtmte s1 retrospective...god s1 is so fucking good. I'm gonna have to read more to say which chunk of mtmte I liked best but s1 is so fucking excellent that it might be my favorite. though its hard to pick bc there's so much good stuff later on too...whatever, the point is s1 is so so good

the plotlines and characters are fucking stellar. like I cant even believe how well Everything works, its very impressive. I cant really think of anything major that made me go ‘yeah could've done without that plotline/character’

I love how dedicated jro is to connecting everything. I've mentioned it before but basically every single moment in the series has payoff - what you initially think is just a funny moment, or a fluffy character establishment bit, ends up ALSO being an important plot point later, in some way

an example would be here w/rung and his alt mode - it just seems like a fun little B-plot for this issue, and seems to pretty neatly conclude with the reveal that rung was eventually classified as an ‘ornament’ (lmao)...but we later on get to see a lot more about this, both here and in the functionist universe 

and like, stuff like tailgate’s autobot lessons w/magnus - at first that can be seen as purely character establishment stuff, showing that magnus is a strict rule-lover and tg is a loveable try-hard good boy - but that becomes plot relevant in remain in light, with tailgate saving the day due to his knowledge of the autobot code (and its also character relevant, with magnus’s arc in remain in light). 

and I know this is like. a normal regular thing in writing, but I'm just very impressed about how cleanly jro pulls it off, and how many things he’s juggling at once, especially in early mtmte - it’s very ambitious!

and we gotta remember, this is a comic book. I've read a lot of comic books, and the quality is all over the place. a lot of writers bite off more than they can chew, and the story ends up kinda scattered as a result. 

another thing I see a lot in franchise writing like this is a lack of strong early character establishing due to the author assuming the readers are at least somewhat familiar with the characters already - which can be totally fair depending on where it is in the continuity, but other times it can come off as lazy

in mtmte, the cast is extremely well fleshed out, and not only that, the cast itself is unique in that there are a lot of relative unknowns (franchise-wise) - which I think was an absolutely brilliant move, because then jro was able to essentially create The Definitive Version of these characters - characters like swerve, brainstorm, chromedome, rewind, tailgate...mtmte is their baseline characterization, because they haven't really appeared in much else

this also allows for deviation from the franchise norms - again, a comic book classic is good writing being stifled by a need to stick to a certain status quo regard the characters, the world, the powers, relationships, etc

(I've mostly read DC comics, and some marvel, so I'm thinking superheroes w/all these comic comparisons)

so mtmte had a good recipe for genuine creativity in that the characters were relative unknowns, the plot was basically ‘space road trip,’ the status quo of ‘autobot vs decepticon war’ had been demolished throughout the entire franchise...so jro was able to take all that and run, and it turned out so fantastic

and luckily it isn't over yet! so many comics suffer from premature cancellation...and sadly mtmte/ll isn't exempt from this, as we’ll see later, but I've seen some awful ones, where comics are forced to wrap up in like 2 issues while in the middle of an arc. yikes. 

but another comic staple...one of my least favorite things about comics books in general...something that was basically responsible for driving me away from comics after reading a bunch...the dreaded crossover event

yep, even mtmte isn't immune to this unfortunate plague on the comic industry. crossover events are the absolute worst, and I'm saying this as somebody who adores crossovers (in concept more than execution usually). they SHOULD be my favorite, but unfortunately they p much always completely suck

they're essentially a ploy to get you to read the other ongoing titles, but they usually only serve to bog down whatever story you're reading to the point where you don't even wanna read that one anymore, let alone read all the other ongoings. at least, that’s been my experience 

it doesn't help that reading orders tend to be hard to find/keep track of, and that you need to go read the other series to know what's going on. I just hate it, like, I came here to read THIS series, I don't want a bunch of other series showing up too - even if I was reading two series, I wouldn't want them crossed over, because they're separate stories! augh!

I'm totally losing my focus here but my point is...crossover events suck, and mtmte unfortunately is involved in one. I have not read dark cybertron, and I'm not about to. I've heard nothing but bad things so I have no desire to inflict that upon myself 

soooo ill be reading through the tfwiki articles for those issues to give myself a better understanding of what went on - which is more than I've ever done in the past - and maybe ill even make a single post summarizing my thoughts on what I read in the wiki, lmao

but yea ill be skipping to the mtmte s2 stuff next 

phew ok I'm super tired, my vision keeps blurring out and stuff lmao. its time for bed, I probably have more thoughts but ill save them for later. for now...peace out!

[inakua]

Petey!

Request/Prompt: Peter is interrupted on a fieldtrip to Stark Towers, and some interesting revelations come to light.

Warnings: bullying   (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairings: N/A

Fandom: mcu

Words: 1,416

A/N: This is just a little something that’s been niggling at my brain recently and I really needed to get it out! Please keep in mind that this is AU, it takes place after endgame, Tony is alive and well (as he should be). Peter had been adopted by the Starks after Aunt May died in a car accident.

REQUEST A ONESHOT

“PETEY!” 

Peter stopped in his tracks and waited for the inevitable, opening his arms, preparing himself for the impact. As expected a small blur of brunette rammed into him, squeezing tight as she jumped to wrap her arms around his neck, giggling when he lifted her and her feet left the floor. 

“Woah you almost knocked me over this time squirt,”

“I’ll try better next time,” came the cheeky reply he was expecting.

“Who’s that Penis? Your girlfriend?” Flash snickered, 

“Flash,” Peter hissed in warning, 

“Ewww, that’s icky.” 

“Yeah, it is, just ignore him squirt,” Peter replied, ruffling her hair as she wriggled free and glared at Flash, her arms crossed and hip cocked. Flash stood, his eyes darting round, uncomfortable at the glare this little girl was giving him.

“Will you stop looking at me like that,” 

Her glare only intensified, an eyebrow now raised as if to say ‘who do you think you are?’.

“Seriously stop! Who even are you?” Flash exclaimed, hands gesturing in annoyance.

“I’m Morgan Stark,”

“M - Mor - Morgan Stark?” Flash exclaimed, mouth agape as he looked between Morgan and Peter, “bu - but how do you know Penis Parker then?”

Morgans’ face scrunched into a ball, eyes narrowing as she practically screamed, “he’s my brother you stupid, and stop calling him names or I’ll tell daddy on you!” 

“B - Brother?”

“Morgan, I think it’s time we got you back to dad,” Peter whispered, grabbing her hand and trying to tug her away, desperate to escape the situation he’d just found himself in.

“No! I want daddy to tell him off!” Morgan cried, pointing her chubby index finger in Flashs’ face. 

Peter tried not to show how smug he was when Flashs’ face paled and eyes widened. He tried not to grin as Flashs’ mouth hang agape. He tried not to turn around when he noticed Flash wasn’t looking at Morgan anymore, he was looking at a point past his shoulder.

“Who do I need to tell off Princess? You let me know and I’ll sort it out.” 

Peter whipped round instantly, letting go of Morgans’ hand in the meantime, allowing her the chance to run past Peter. Before Peter could even comprehend what was going on, Morgan had wrapped herself around their dads legs and was pointing once again at Flash.

“He’s being mean to Petey!” 

“Dad, I - “ Peter stammered, unaware of his choice of words, too caught up in not wanting him to know about Flashs’ bullying.

“DAD?!” Flash shrieked, echoed by a smattering of mutters from his classmates in the background.

“You been bullying my son?” Tony asked, eyebrows raised as he ignored the motions Peter was making in his direction, trying to get him to stop. No way is he going to stand there while some stupid little twerp bullies his son.

“SON? I - I,” It seemed Flash could no longer take it, shock taking over his body as it flopped to the floor in a heap. 

“Oh dear, it would appear he’s fainted,” Tony remarked nonchalantly, staring down at Flash as he started to come around. “Emily, please get someone to escort him out of the building,”

“Of course Mr Stark,” replied the tour guide, instantly radioing security to come and take care of him. Nobody said a word as two security guards picked Flash up under his arms, carrying him to the elevator and out of Stark Industries, Mr Bell following behind.

Tony turned his attention to his daughter, still tucked around his legs, blowing raspberries and sticking her tongue out at Flash as he was escorted away. 

“Let’s leave Peter to enjoy his school trip princess, okay?” Tony chuckled, grinning as she skipped over to give Peter a brief hug.

“Okay daddy, let’s go,” Morgan replied, already pulling Tony towards the private elevator that only family and the avengers had access to.

“Have fun son,” Tony called, sending a wink in Peters direction as him and Morgan disappeared out of view, Morgan waving the whole way up.

“Daaad!” Peter whined before the elevator closed, rubbing his face in his hands as he turned to see his whole class, expect MJ and Ned, gaping at him. He was about to address the situation but was stopped by the barrage of questions suddenly thrown in his direction.

“Did that really happen?”

“Peter is Tony Stark really your dad?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Yes, yes and because it’s none of your business,” Peter ground out, overwhelmed by the amount of attention he was getting.

“That’s so cool!”

“Uhh, thanks?” He questioned, sure he was used to this type of attention and these comments while he was spiderman, but at the moment he was Peter Parker, and Peter Parker was not ‘cool’. In his opinion at least. “Mr Harrington?” 

“I - uh, yes Peter?” Mr Harrington replied, he himself rather shocked at the turn of events.

“Is it alright if I leave the trip early? Im sure my dad won’t mind and I live just a few floors up.” Peter rambled, not wanting to offend any of his classmates but really wanting to just get out of this situation. “I’m really not feeling like finishing, I know where and what everything is from this floor upwards, and I don’t want to answer anymore questions about my dad or about anything really. It’ totally okay if not, I just -”

“Of course Peter, just make sure Mr Star - uh, your dad, calls the school to let them know he ‘picked’ you up early,” Mr Harrington interrupted, allowing time for Peter to actually breath instead of rambling on.

“Thanks Mr Harrington,” sighing in relief Peter walked over to where MJ and Ned had been watching the scene go down and trying not to laugh.

“See you tomorrow Peter,” Ned chuckled, quickly initiating their secret handshake,

“Bye Ned,” Peter replied once they’d finished, before taking a step to the right and addressing MJ. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?” he whispered as he pulled her in for a hug and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, eliciting another gasp from his classmates.

“See ya loser,” MJ called, cheeks now a tint of red as she waved him up the elevator.

Peter could not believe what had just happened, he ran his hands through his hair, a frustrated groan bouncing off the glass walls of the elevator. He retracted his hands, swinging his bad higher up onto his shoulders, as the ding of the elevator sounded.

“How’d it go underoos?” was the first question he was assaulted with as he made his way out of the elevator and into the living room.

“Daad! Did that seriously just happen?” He moaned, flopping himself down on the couch next to his dad.

“Petey!”

“Hey squirt,” Peter sighed, grunting as she jumped onto the sofa next to him, snuggling into his side.

“Did you have fun with your friends?” She asked, peering up at him through her lashes.

“I - yeah,” He answered, not wanting to explain to her what had happened, or get into the fact that it was partially her fault. Not that he’d ever tell her or make her believe she was in the wrong.

“Everyone’s going to know I’m your son in a few hours, there’s no way Flash will keep his mouth shut.” Peter whispered, as he noticed Morgan snuggling closer, eyelids fluttering closed every so often.

“It’s about time, don’t you think Pete,” Tony replied, guiding Peters head onto his shoulder, knowing that it must have been a tiring day for him.

“Yeah - I just ..”

“I can get them all to sign disclosures,” Tony admitted, trying desperately to hide the pain in his eyes. Immediately Peter jerked his head off his dad's shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.

“No, no! I - I didn’t mean it like that, I love being your son and being a part of this family, It’s just going to be a lot, ya know?” Peter didn’t want him to think for one second that he was ashamed of being a part of this family, in fact it was everything he could’ve dreamed of.

“I know Pete, I love being your dad too you know,” Tony murmured softly, guiding Peters head back onto his shoulder and wrapping an arm round both his children.

“Thanks, love you dad,” Peter mumbled, quickly losing his battle with sleep.

“Love you too underoos.” Tony whispered, drifting off into dreamland, the two most precious things in his world wrapped in his arms.

[incorrectk-popquotes]

Ok this is a thingy for the give away. Also congrats on the milestone, that’s legit insane. But back to the submission lol. I’m a multi-stan girl, I stan waaayy to many groups. So in this I’ll explain why I love my ulta groups (which is 4) Now who are my ulta groups you may ask. They are the lovely Day6, BTS, Straykids, & every single unit of NCT (not in order, I legit would not be able to choose) I will try to make this brief but still get my point across lol

Starting with BTS.

They were the group that dragged me into kpop (blessing & curse). The main reason I really love them is because they were really there for me, kpop was really there for me & they introduced it to, a lot of me’s going on, me. I was at a very ill place, had very bad depression for almost a year & those dorks & there music was there. They & their songs encouraged me to fight to get better & im so thankful. Straying away from the sad stuff. I also really love them because they are always themselves, no matter where. They are hilarious & weird & goofy & they don’t care who sees it. Also how hard they work, from the beginning up until now. They’ve had their struggles but they’ve pushed through, they are so passionate about everything they do it mesmerizes me. And their concept in general to help ARMYS with their struggles & make us feel less alone & tell us it will all turn out ok. I hold so so so much respect for this group & they will always have a place in my life even if I drift away from kpop (sorry this was so long, the others will be shorter, I just get so passionate when talking about them)

Day6

This one is rather simple. I love all their music,not a single songs I dislike. 10/10 dance songs. Their talent amazes me, I’ve always had a soft spot for bands like them. Also they are hilarious & crackheads which I love. Fell in love with them tbh

NCT

Again not a song I dislike. I really love them because of all the different personalities & the friendship I see between them, their amazing music is really just a bonus lol. I also love seeing all the different cultures that they bring. Also the never ending concept is amazing? But yeah I love them. They are crackheads, every single one. I really do just love all the different personalities though, I’m mentioning it a lot but I really just do love all the members

Straykids

Their music & their encouraging words also helped me get better in my time of need. They are all so sweet & caring. Also again, they are crackheads & I love them. Off topic but Oml gurl (lol) have you seen their new comeback, I died. They make me laugh & I love the memes lol. Also again like all my ulta groups, there isn’t a single song I don’t like

If you can’t tell I love my boys, even though I made them as brief as I could, I could honestly go on for hours talking about each group separately. They have made such an impact in my life, hence them being my ulta groups. Wether I win or not I’m glad I could ramble on about my boys.

I stan Kings of Talent, Good day

But sorry this was so long, I mean I’m making it longer by saying this but oops

[ibraddersday-blog]

20 years so far.

Hi, my name is Bradley Day. Never received a middle name, guess my parents were too lazy. It is currently 12:53pm as I write this on Friday 16th August of 2019, and to be honest I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm about to explain what I have experienced over the past 20 years frankly because, I know 2 people my age who are like me, the rest are so uptight about who they think they are on their online personas and social media reputations. so I want to find more like me.

in this post im giving you real, the embarrassing, humiliating, funny but stupid truth about my life. seems like thats the only thing that you can't really find anymore... honesty. 

I was born in basildon hospital in Essex on the 10th of November 1998, my mother is Heidi Day, my father being James Day (actual name is Jimmy but we stick to James) I have a older sister called Rebecca Day. apparently I was born with a skin condition were I didn't get enough vitamins which means I was born yellow, a little English asian baby as you will. had to be sat next to a window to get natural vitamins from the sun. but that was all cleared up as a baby and I dont remember it so not important. 

as far as I remember we were a happy family, I was a little shit for my parents but hey I didn't ask to be born. I've never said this but im very thankful for my parents, as a family we went through a few hardships and money never came easy, and no matter what my mum and dad always went out to work and make an honest living to keep a roof over my head and food on the table, people say thats a luxury and may berate us saying thats not hard, but the hard truth is, if you had to worry about where your next meal came from as a kid, your parents didn't work hard enough, and ill be dammed if I let my kids starve a day just because I go lazy for a day.

but out of this happy hardworking family it all changed when I was 4-5, my mum and dad divorced, my dad left and it was me, mum and becky in one house, my dad always tried his best to make it work for him and us. we got by it was just a couple who fell out of love, it's always bummed me out but thats life, move on. 

Thats when I met Lindsey who is now a second mother to me, I made her life hell for a lot of years and so did my sister, Linds if you ever read this im sorry, im sorry for never being the kid you wanted because you couldn't have children and wanted to take on me and becky so you could feel loved as a mother, im sorry I tested your patience every chance I got, im sorry you felt you had to buy me a brand to xbox when the disk tray on mine broke (but thank you cose it was an awesome thing to do) but for most of all, im sorry for never having the guts to admit to you in person how much you really mean to me or impacted my life, you gave me chance after chance at your work and im sorry for letting you down. now for what im thankful for. thank you for kicking me up the ass to do my homework, thank you for putting plasters all over me when I've hurt myself doing something else stupid, thank you for coming with me to the hospital when I got run over just down the road and following matt down countless alleys, thank you for letting my friends come over whenever they wanted as a place to hang out and chill and chat, thank you for not telling mum that there was a grinder in my room when I went back to living at mums, but for most of all, thank you being full of advice, thank you for the honesty you poses wether it hurt or not you were always honest with me, I hope one day I can repay you for all the things you have done for me over the 15\16 years of knowing you, I love you very much. 

school... ugh, primary okay, secondary Jesus Christ what a shit show, now im not stupid but im not smart, education is not my path Im a natural worker and always have been, don’t do suits and smiles I do hi viz clothing and “oh fuck you slag’ spent the better part of it arguing with teachers and trying to be someone im not just to fit in. I had my fair share of bullying but you take it like a man and thats it but back then I thought my world had been crushed, ridiculous I know, kids if you’re being bullied now it may not seem it but it really dont fucking matter, its school thats how it is if you dont like learn from home. now I got pretty bad at one point and made a video and put it online, about how im being bullied and how pissed and upset it Made me and so on, well the school found out and I was forced to remove it, should of just told them too fuck off but it was just hassle that I couldn't be arsed with. year 11 soon flies around and boom left with nothing... great, now college level 1 sport how fucking normal right. well sussed level 1 dropped level 2. 

now work. for the next 2 years I dosed about and went through 8 jobs... yes thats right fucking eight until one came by and that is TGIS at lakeside retail park, now it was a shit job but it taught me a lot, it taught me team work, pace, the importance of showing up for shifts, how vital I am as a cog in that machine,   it taught me how punctuality means everything, I mean I got employee of the month in my first month working there for god sake I pushed hard and getting a reward like that it really hit home, as I never really got anything like that before, I got home and cried in bed as I was so happy for that for once in my life someones recognised me for me and how hard I work, it still gets to me writing this, it means a lot to someone like me. I've since left there for a better job and found one at a container shipping company driving cranes, and I gotta say I think this Is the place I’ll make a career out of, its great pay, get great hours and there are some great guys there who I've grown to become friends with. after countless let downs in my life I’m happy to say I've found somewhere I belong and love. the people I wanna say thank you for are Lex A and Jack R, I love you boys you really pulled me through at TGIS, even though we argued a lot I still value you two a lot. 

now for my life outside of work. I have a few friends being Michael, jack, James and josh. these are the people who are like me, hard working and are making a name for themselves with the help of no-one else. we have all faced great hardships in life and really push to get what we want. but with my friends that want is wanting to get a shitty old RWD and drift it into walls for a laugh, it is pretty funny to be honest. honestly I can say these boys are like family to me they mean more to me than they know and id be there for them in a second if they need me. jack is my longest friend though, we've been friends for 15 years, we met in year 1 in primary school and never stopped since, I would go Into details but its now 1:30am and im tired. 

relationships... I can't do them. dont get me wrong I love the idea of them and would love to be in one but I simply can't do it, I can't deal with other peoples shit as well as my own as I've always dealt with mine on my own not needing someone else, and girls are weird about that shit, all emotional and shit, grow up and move on life is tough if you dont like it theres many ways out, I dont do sorrow or sympathy. but marriage scares me, it freaks me out im not even kidding, the idea of being forced by law to be in a relationship with someone and if the love dies they can take all your shit fucking scares me! who wouldn't be frightened by that! maybe one day ill get over it and take a leap of faith with someone I love but why knows ay. 

and for now right this very second. im happy with who I am, I have nice car, a good job, im single but happily, its easier and less stressful, the key to happiness is a stress free life after all. yeah I may be bit tubby and not in great shape, but im happy with myself and who I see in the mirror, because I know im going to be okay, ill work through my problems that happen in my life, and in the end ill know ill always be okay. 

to whoever is reading this. just know life is easy, the key to happiness is being okay with who you are. yeah theres always improvements that could be made, but if you got a roof over your head, working water and food on the table, you’re doing pretty good in life. just picture life as an English country lane, for the most part its gonna be rocky and bumpy with loads of big potholes but theres always the parts where the road is smooth and freshly done, just gotta keep hanging on to those moments before your turning is up on to the straight and narrow bud, keep pushing and working hard boys and girls, like I was always told “stop being a pussy and get what you want” 

probably be my only ever post here so yeah, maybe someone will read it, who knows!

[0tivez]

Hello!!! Im so sorry for replying so late, I've been feeling odd-is (?). Things irl seemed to pile up out of nowhere and I had a shitton of tasks to finish that appeared out of nowhere lmfao. I also spoil a bit here bc yes so if anyone read this, it has spoilers :p

ANYWAY, Nanami's was so bittersweet imo. It does fit him, it was very peaceful at least (or as peaceful death can be ig), and im glad he healed his inner child by not cursing Yuuji with his death. I like that their deaths have impact ono the story and development of the characters instead of just shock value or just bc people have to die, ya know?? I've been getting so much get/stsg art on my dash and it hurts my feelings :,) The urge to tag you in every stsg post I come across bc it reminds me of you <3 I think your blog kinda introduced me to the ship?? I don't usually ship characters but I think they're really neat still!

I was Nanami biased at first and then I kinda just push away his death and then I remember bc off I do and I also feel bad bc I forget. To be fair, I don't know if I forget as a coping mechanism or if im actually drifting away from my initial obsession lmfao

WHY WOULD U CHECK THE STATUS ON THE WIKI DONT DO THAT TT

Adidas? im dying. I didn't know that but now I do. and Gojo is huge? like every part of his body is apparently humougously big and I can't bc I picture him to be 5'4 or smth. 5'6 max. I live for people finding this kind of facts of the characters. Fills me up with joy, I think its sweet.

YES I TOTALLY GET YOU. I don't like the fact that Eren dies but Levi lives. It hurts to see Eren grow from a 15 (I think he was 15?) year old filled with hope and this goal to save everyone and optimism to his current self...I think it hurts the most bc I grew up with him bc I started watching when I was like 12 I think?? and now im 18 :,) And Levi never being able to find peace is gonna hunt me until the day I die lmfao

It seems like every author likes to torture their most popular character (is Levi the most popular still?? I think so but im not sure).

I LOVE READING "PREQUELS" BEFORE THE ACTUAL THING BC IT HITS DIFFERENT. And now we get season 2 in 2023 and im so excited!!!! I don't know how much of the manga they're gonna be able to animate but I really wanna see Nanami's death for some reason. I just wanna see it in a different medium, even though if its gonna make me cry

ANNOYING MC. all my friends hate Tokyo revengers, specially the animation, I swear. They rage. Still, I don't know much about Tokyorev except that the op is fucking amazing and I love it. I Also like the art style of the manga though I haven't read it; I've seen a few panels tho.

I think with aot openings they keep getting better and better as well. The one that sounds like and European anthem makes me happy and the Shinzo wo sasageyo nostalgia. I ALSO LISTENED TO THE ENVANGELION OP AND ITS AMAZING. I was watching a compilation of different performances by Yuzuru Hanyu on tiktok after the olympics (to heal my heart) and Apparently he skated to that song once and now Its gonna play at my funeral bc its really wow.

I'm so glad you get where I was coming from as well TT I was on a constant state of anxiety a few days ago and I couldn't help but overthink every little thing I did lmfao.

Did Fujimoto actually write a soft melon bread author's note after killing someone?? Lmfao I love that. Reminds me of AO3 author's notes in way. I think im gonna read chainsawman bc of this. I need to fix my schedule to make space for reading it tho. I finished my first manga on Monday I think?? It was a short manga of 5 chapters and it was sweet I think?? The name was kamisama ga uso wo tsuku or God's lie in english! It was very bittersweet as well.

Hope you've been having a good weekend and have a good day/night!

- 🥳 anon

(answer under the cut for the length)

ahh it's okay! hope you're feeling better now :)

nanami's death ripped my heart. no lie. his death might even be the saddest. the man just wanted to live a peaceful life, y'know? i also got to thinking the other day and i think an underrated/sad death was mimiko and nanako's. they died while trying to revive the person they called their father basically, and one o fthem had to watch her twin die brutally. sukuna's rampage was wild but come on, this was probably one of the top 3 brutal shit he did. killing two teen girls without hesitation

finally my satosugu propaganda is succeeding. i myself am not a shipper, but i have come to terms with my interest in satosugu (and some more). i used to think it was cringy (shipping) but my friend said who's gonna say anything and i was like holy shit yeah!!!! as long as you don't go around harassing people, it's good. tho with stsg, it seems that non shippers harass shippers more lol

gojo is MASSIVE. he's already 6'3. i just want to know geto's and toji's canonic heights, the ones we know are all fanon

i think levi would agree. he cared about eren so much and to watch him die like that, kinda similar to how erwin died, must have traumatized him a lot. to even say "we have to kill eren" is so fucking saddening. same with sasha's death. both hanji and levi looked awful, they were basically parent figures to them. and don't even get me started on hanji.... she's my favorite character always, for eternity. huh. maybe i just really like semi serious/childish entp's.

know what i want to see with nanami? that scene where the luck dude kicks nanami's body and feels like he's kicking a wall 😫 and geto's shower scene 👀

i'm extremely excited for season 2 i can not even tell you. i have been waiting for this for so long..... i will go feral. LMAOO the way one of my biggest motivations to keep going is to see jjk's ending animated 0////0 that's between us

i HATE tokyo revengers' animation. it's so...... inconsistent? i checked its studio and apparently they also animated berserk 2016 so.......

i've heard that the manga is better tho descending in quality. i really like the character designs, especially sanzu's. i should really continue reading it but i want to reread jjk and csm first and then finish demon slayer lol

wait YUZURU SKATED TO A CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS????? NO FUCKING WAY HOW DO I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS????????

yeah he did lol he just really likes melon bread. he always talks about it on his twitter. i just think both gege and fujimoto are neat, would love to see them interact sometimes. i think gege congratulated fujimoto for csm getting serialized. ALSO fujimoto's art style is too good, he also drew nobara. it should come up when you write his name and nobara lol

aah you would love fujimoto's one shot look back! it's not too long but the art style is incredible as always and the story is too fucking beautiful. i think it won the harvey award this year?? it was either that or csm (i checked it it was csm) but still, you should check it out! you would love csm too, it's my favorite manga of all time. i'll try to check god's lie too, heard pretty great things about it

also once you feel comfortable for it, you have to tag me on those fanarts or else 🔫

good day/night babe

[tmntxreader-fics]

TMNT Raph x Reader: Battlefield Temptations

WARNING WARNING THIS IS MY YOUNG TEENAGE SELF A FEW YEARS BACK ATTEMPTING TO WRITE RAPH IN HEAT AND ITS LOWKEY HORRIBLE I APOLOGISE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I THINK ITS FUNNY AND I NEED SOMETHING TO POST SO IM GONNA POST IT ANYWAY

I DECIDED TO BRING THIS OVER FROM MY OLD ABANDONED DEVIANTART ACCOUNT- SO DONT PANIC IM NOT PLAGIARISING (don't know whod try to plagiarise this piece of shit anyway)  I tried to fix it a bit but I failed miserably.

WARNING: cursing, violence, slight steaminess- not enough to be nsfw but its steamy

(Reader is fem)

“Are you willing to spar today, child?”

Master Splinter's voice slices through your concentration on the battle before you. You jump slightly at the suggestion and shake your head vigorously, your hair coming loose and waving around the frame of your face. Raising a finger and pointing it into the direction of the brutal sparring between Raph and Leo, you give Splinter a pointed look with a nervous laugh.

“Aha, no. No, I don't think so. Besides, I'd probably be murdered in there,” you turn to glance at the turtle brothers whose fists have turned into blurs that pummel each other into the ground with a force that would surely shatter every bone in your body were you to take one blow. Especially one of Raphael's hits. He'd kill you instantly.

Donatello and Michelangelo remain seated a meter away from you on the side of the sparring mat. Both would wince every so often when one of the fighters landed a particularly brutal hit, that fighter would more often than not be Raph: A 6'5 mass of boiling rage and rippling muscle. A terrifyingly intimidating character to meet at first but you learned  to warm up to him as he had to you. Maybe you’ve warmed up to him a little too much.

Compared to 5'11 strategical and precise Leo, Raph seems like a giant. But Leo is no push over, he can very well hold his own against the brute, he's the only brother that has a chance at beating Raph and the red masked turtle hates that fact. The sweat drips down Raph's bulging biceps, dropping off with every shattering blow that he lands on his brother. His gritted teeth serve as an indicator to his concentration and hints at frustration. Red masked eyes narrowed down into piercing green slits, meant to penetrate the enemy's soul and destroy them from the inside as well as the outside. Your eyes roam over Raph's muscled form and your mind dive-bombs into the gutter. A blush takes residence upon your cheeks at the less than appropriate thoughts that suddenly occupy your mind. His large and rough hands caressing you with a gentleness that you had thought to be impossible; strong fingers drifting across your skin with only a light touch, enough to bring you to your knees.

“Enough!” Master Splinter takes his cue to end the match before things get overly heated between the fighters (and your thoughts). Both brothers shake hands tersely with each other and move to sit down, awaiting the announcement of who would be sparring together next.

“It will only be a grappling match. Wrestling, if you will. No hits,” Splinter persists, the look in his eye urging you to accept. You shake your head again, you don't care how much the rat gives you the 'do it' look you are not going put yourself in a situation that would get your head bashed in.

“What, Kitten? Too scared to play with the big boys?” Raph mocks from where he is sitting. You fight the urge to snap something back at him that would surely make him swallow his tongue and just settle for a glare. “You gonna break a nail, little princess?”

“No, I just don't want to fight,” you reply calmly. What crawled up his ass and died? Raph isn't one to be sexist, he isn't one to pick on you either. What’s he up to? “That's because you can't. You should probably sign up for cooking classes or something more suited to you and your...” his eyes fleetingly skim over your body, “-stature.”

Your eyes widen in absolute anger! You vaguely hear Splinter reprimanding his son for the blatant display of disrespect but you find yourself still burning with indignation. That condescending, sexist, chauvinistic, boneheaded piece of sh- “I'll do it.”

It takes you a moment to realize that those words were spoken by you. You just said them. You just agreed to get bashed. Oh, God where is my head? What have you done? You stupid girl. You mentally chide yourself for your impulsive decision.

Please give me Mikey! You chant mentally, Mikey is easily distracted and you’re sure that you'd be able to take him down if you really set your mind to it. It was maybe even a possibility you could hold your own against Donatello considering he is without his weapon.

Who am I kidding? Your thoughts nosedive, as does your confidence. Versing these guys is a completely different ballgame altogether.

You turn to give Master Splinter a look of 'please take pity on my poor, poor soul' but he's not looking at you. He's deciding which turtle to put you up against. “This will be grappling only, no hits exchanged,” Splinter commands, then his gaze flickers to you for a moment. You give him the puppy dog eyes and in return you receive an unamused stare. “Raphael. Stand.”

You almost topple over as you choke on your own spit, “wha- what?!”

Raphael raises an eyebrow but a slight smirk settles in the corner of his mouth as you slowly walk closer towards him. His gaze does not waver from your eyes until you are standing a meter away from him, in which his eyes smoothly move down to your lips and then the curve of your neck. Raph's eyes snap upwards to your face before going any lower and you notice how his gaze darkens slightly. You gulp, noting how he stares at the movement of your throat distractedly. God, what have you gotten yourself into? You know he is watching everything you do, surely observing your possible weaknesses. Both of you stand in your desired fighting stances as Splinter opens his mouth to start the fight.

“You got this, Angelcakes!” Mikey, ever optimistic, yells out with a wide grin and waving hands. Donnie gives you a sympathetic smile and Leo, as per usual, remains stoic.

“Begin!” Splinter snaps you back into the moment and you yelp as Raph wastes no time before lunging at you. You duck beneath the offending limb and circle a safe distance away from him.

“Keep your head in the game,” Raph says, his voice holding a tone of slyness to it. “Don't want to finish you off before the real fun's started.”

You falter for a split second, was that an innuendo?

He reaches for you again and you barely evade his advancing manoeuvres, weaving between his grasping hands and leaping over the leg that he sweeps under you. His eyes narrow slightly and his attacks become more and more difficult to fend off.

“The point is to take him down!” Mikey says before turning to Donnie, “that's is the point, right?”

You immediately drown him out and disregard him as a distraction. Focus on not getting grabbed!

You bend back, just barely avoiding a swipe for grip on your neck. You try to throw back your own offence only to recoil your hand sharply when Raph immediately makes a grab for it. Okay, so the straight on approach isn't going to solve anything. Maybe if you flank him from behind you'd have a chance of taking him to the ground!

You roll to the side sharply, evading a grab and dive through Raph's spread apart feet. Raph grunts in surprise and before you can tell yourself to stop you leap onto the back of his shell and jab at a pressure point in his shoulder that would drop any normal person instantly. You’re overwhelmed by a rush of elation when you feel Raph's knees hit the ground. Could you have actually won?

No.

His hand grabs your forearm, pulling you forward to lean over his shoulder. Your stomach is pressed into the edge of his shell, the breath in your lungs is forcefully expelled by the impact. Raph's face leans into yours, cheek on cheek as he roughly whispers, “gotcha.”

You're sent flying forward, sent into an uncomfortable front flip and landing hard on your back. You're winded, unable to do anything but stare in shock at the figure that has now pinned you down from above. How did he do that? You dropped him!

His weight on top of you causes you to snap back into reality, his skin upon yours is rough but not as unkind to the touch as you’d have thought it to be. You try to wriggle away but he immediately presses himself down on you, rendering you motionless. Raph’s smirking face moves closer until he is but inches apart from yours. Your heart is racing and butterflies embark on a mad rampage in your stomach. His body on top of yours. Skin on skin. So close. Too close.

You turn your head to the side and he leans in  to the crook of your neck, next to your ear. “Submit.”

You growl and shake your body as much as you can, flailing your legs angrily but gaining no movement or ground. He chuckles briefly.

“Make it easy on yourself and just submit,” he murmurs to you. Your face is red with anger and exhaustion as you continue to writhe beneath him, you’d be damned before you give up without a fight. Your movement earns a slight growl from the turtle on top of you. You freeze.

“Stop moving if you know what's good for you,” he hisses in your ear. Your chest heaves up and down against his own as you breathe heavily. After a moment of silence, he repeats the sentence with irritation lacing his words. “Submit to me.”

You refrain from crying out loud in frustration and sudden breathlessness as you steadily say the words, “I submit.”

You feel Raph grin against your shoulder before he stands to his feet, towering over your 5'5 frame. You feel as if his weight had left a physical dent in your body, stars appearing in your vision briefly as you greedily gulp the air he had robbed from your lungs.

The smug creature offers a hand to you and you pretend you don't see it, standing to your feet yourself. He had humiliated you. Not because he had beaten you. That would have been fair and square and you would have taken it in good sport if that had been it. But that wasn't it. He had motives behind his movements, the way he whispered in your ear... when he growled lowly as you writhed beneath him. The way he had embarrassed you and infuriated you with his mocking words beforehand.

As you are engrossed in your thoughts, everyone collects themselves and moves to leave the dojo- Splinter having wisely dismissed the session. You ignore Raph, trying not to make eye contact with him as you head towards the exit. You and the brute are the last ones in the training room which is probably exactly what he wants. His large hand grabs your forearm pulling you aside before you can make it out the door and you glare up at him heatedly beneath your hair.

His height and build looming over you intimidates you but it also has another effect that you're not sure you’d ever admit out loud. Raph's eyes make contact with yours, staring intensely for a moment before looking you over. “Did I, uh, did I hurt you at all?” He asks gruffly.

You stare at him for a long moment, torn between answering with a 'f*ck yeah you did, dickhead' and 'nope. Now piss off.'

You settle with a simple and bitter “no.”

He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Sore loser.”

You grit your teeth and poke a finger into his plastron angrily, “Sore loser?! You would've won either way and I would've been fine with it! But what I am 'sore' about is that fact that you didn't just beat me.”

He takes a step forward, a smirk playing on his lips. He seems so different. Controlled. He knows what he wants and he's surprisingly confident in his movements. You move backwards subconsciously before realizing that you have quite literally just reversed into a wall. You look up with wide eyes as he moves in closer than what your personal space limits people to.

“Why don't ya just explain then.”

“You- you humiliated me! Toyed with me, mocked me, made fun of me and then you-you....” You trail off, unable to describe his intimacy towards you without throwing yourself out to look like a fool.

“Why do you stay on the defence in a fight? You wear yourself out,” he pipes up, leaning back a little giving you room to breathe. You blink, a little shocked at the subject change.

“You're a 6'5 walking mass of muscle. I'm a stick insect in comparison. Please explain to me why I would ever hope to believe I had a chance to take you out by a full frontal attack,” you say bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest unknowingly boosting your cleavage into his view. He glances down at the flesh bursting from your bra below him and licks his lips, moving in towards you like he had before You see the resolve in his gaze flicker, he is struggling to maintain the façade. You inhale sharply, trying to continue.

“I'd be...better off...running,” you gasp as he moves his lips to rest on your neck. Your heart is in your throat, thrumming beneath the soft but firm touch of his mouth. Raph seemingly breathes in your scent before running his cool tongue over your sensitive skin, tracing the veins in your neck.

Your eyes widen at the contact, a choked gasp slipping from your mouth. There has always been chemistry between the two of you, the occasional flirting and the light banter you were both notorious for. But never had he been so blatant about his attraction towards you, never had he even gathered the courage to kiss you let alone touch you so sensually.

Then you realise, eyes widening at the sudden revelation. He’s in heat.

Your hands come up to rest on his chest but not entirely pushing him away. There’s a light pressure on your throat as he suckles at your sweet spot, delighting in the sound of your erratic breathing and whimpers.

Raphael’s right hand remains next to your head on the wall, essentially keeping you caged within his grasp.  His left hand roams over the smoothness of your waist, groaning almost silently as his hands continue caress your midriff.

“Well, then.” He whispers huskily, finally responding to your words. “I promise you don't need to run away from me.”

That was it. His mouth melds onto yours and you’re not sure who initiated the connection as his hands run up and down your body. The force of the not-so-gentle kiss pushes you into the wall leaving you vulnerable to his desires. His lips moving feverishly on yours as he captures your flesh between his teeth, asking for entrance. You moan, parting your mouth in obedience, his tongue immediately seeks out yours to battle for dominance.

The hardness of his muscled body against yours was overwhelming, the raw strength, danger and masculinity was making you swoon. ”Oh God, Raph,” you sigh in delight as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to greet that special spot once more.

He lightly nips your throat before turning to make eye contact briefly, eyes shimmering mischievously, “I think it's time for round two. Wanna rematch?”

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so after a lot of convincing from my friend im getting over my self-consciousness just enough to post this shitty drabble i wrote at 3 am

its kinda long sdfjdhgjd and sad 

The end was near, and he knew it. Fernando refused to give up hope, however, and continued to push forward. He was determined to defend this point, even if it cost him his life. The knight was soon to realize it would cost him much more than he first anticipated.

-

Maeve continued to throw herself into the air gracefully, dodging enemy fire and tossing her daggers at her pursuers. Soon enough, she had successfully eliminated one of her adversaries, and was currently dueling the other. At first, it seemed as though she would win quite easily. Yet her recklessness soon caught up to her, and she made a miscalculation that under normal circumstances would not have happened. But she had managed to hurt them just enough that they would not yet dare risk chasing after her. The wounded child retreated back to allied territory in hopes of being healed.

“Got to run, need to hide…” she gasped, grasping at her bleeding right arm. She scanned the area with narrowed eyes, searching for a safe place. Suddenly, she remembered she had last seen Seris with Fernando on the point. She darted forward once more, placing all her hopes on the oracle of the abyss.  

She arrived at the point quickly, where the healer and her front liner were fiercely fighting to maintain control. Their attackers were relentless, but so far were evenly matched. Maeve grinned, filled with confidence. Her big brother had taken on much more challenging foes and lived to tell the tale, she shouldn’t have to worry about him. However, when she took a closer look, she noticed the strong cracks in Fernando’s shield; It would not last much longer. With all her pain forgotten, she rushed towards Makoa, flinging her knives in a desperate rage, hoping to distract him just long enough to give Fernando a moment to regenerate his shield. But before Maeve had another chance to attack, she was yanked from her place in the air and slammed down into the ground-she had been caught by Makoa’s anchor. She spat at him, struggling to free herself from the chains. But it was too late. His body began to glow an eerie color, and his voice became amplified tenfold. “YOU CHALLENGE MAKOA?” the ancient one thundered, flinging her body aside as she hit a wall with tremendous force, slumping over after the impact.

-

“Maeve!” Fernando cried out. With the precious few seconds he had left of his defense, he glanced over his shoulder to his ally. “Seris, please, help her!” he begged, his voice cracking. If Maeve was on the brink of death, or worse, if she died in this battle, he’d never forgive himself. But to his surprise, the healer shook her head, a hint of knowing sadness tinting her voice. “There is nothing I can do for her… I’ve used nearly all my power. I need a moment to regain it.  But I will get help.” She cast a spell and faded into the shadows, and Fernando had faith that she’d arrive in time.

She would not.

He turned back to face, focused once more on the problem at hand.

-

Maeve began to fade in and out of consciousness, vision blurring before turning black. But before she lost her handle on reality completely, she saw Fernando jump forward to combat the enraged magma-dweller, his shield shattering into pieces as he drew forth his lance.

-

“I will not die… not yet, amigo!” he shouted. A strong, golden aura began to pulsate from his body, and he took the brunt of Makoa’s fierce attacks without so much as a scratch. He shot a powerful burst of flame from his lance and then charged once more towards his enemy, driving him back. Not hesitating for even a moment, Fernando attacked again, flames spewing from his weapon and encasing his foe. He knew he was at a disadvantage considering his opponent’s natural heat resistance, but that did not stop him from giving his all. Even if his flames weren’t able to damage Makoa much, the sheer force of it is at least enough to push him back. Fernando could not give up, for his loved ones’ sakes.

The aura around Fernando dispelled, and Makoa’s power of the ancient’s rage had faded as well.  For a moment, it appeared as though he had a chance.

-

Now was the time.

Zhin jumped forth from the shadows towards Fernando, roaring as he viciously slashed at him. Fernando screamed in pain, writhing as he tried to get away. But it was useless-once Zhin had his victim in his grasp, they never left alive. Fernando soon stopped struggling, and his chest heaved as he coughed up blood. With each slice of the fiery blade, he could feel his life leaving him. With the last of his energy, he reached out, weakly calling to Maeve. He begged her to flee, to save herself and make sure that Lex is alright. His voice roused her from the tempting clutches of the darkness that dulled her senses. But the bloody sight was too much for her too bear, and she froze in shock. By then, it was too late for him to do anything more. His outstretched hand fell to his side, and his last breath left him. But the tyrant was not finished – he kept hacking at Fernando’s motionless body. Once Zhin was finally satisfied with his work, he kicked aside the remainder of what used to be the highly-esteemed knight’s body and set it ablaze before strutting forward and claiming the point as his.

-

Maeve still could not believe it. It had been hours since it happened, but the reality of it all still had not fully sunk in.

Fernando was dead.

She sat next to Lex, silent sobs wracking her body. She held what used to be his headpiece close to her as bittersweet memories began playing through her head. She remembered the countless times that she had climbed onto his shoulders and played with the soft, feathery part that sprouted out like a ponytail. She remembered how he’d joke that she looked exactly like a cat, and how she’d purposefully bare her teeth and hiss to go along with his jokes, began crying even harder.

He wasn’t gone forever, right? He was going to show up any moment now, and say that he was fine, and he would apologize for worrying them so much. Then he would smile and hug Lex, and pick Maeve up onto his shoulders, laughing and saying how much he loved them. Everything was going to be ok, right?

. . .

Right?

Deep down, Maeve knew her fantasies were never going to come true. He was gone for good, and not even Seris could bring him back. A cold emptiness began to creep upon the young child as she felt survivor’s guilt weigh heavily on her shoulders.

Why did it have to be him?

Why couldn’t it have been her?

-

Lex has not been able to say anything since he found out. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he was alive anymore. When Fernando died, it was as if he died as well. Except, his body was still alive, and he was still here in this realm.

His movements were slow, his thoughts sluggish. He was barely aware of Maeve’s presence next to him, and managed to put an arm around her. But he could do no more in terms of comfort; his mind too preoccupied with trying to calm his swirling emotions.

It had happened when Lex was behind enemy lines. Shortly after he finished off the one who had hurt Maeve, Seris appeared at his side, proclaiming that both Fernando and Maeve were in danger, and that they needed his help. After hearing this, he rushed as quickly towards the point as he could. But by the time he had arrived there, it was much too late. He saw Fernando- his scorched body covered in blood-motionless-as Maeve leaned against a wall, bleeding heavily from her arm. She was paralyzed from both shock and fear, her eyes locked onto the man who had done this: Zhin, who was standing next to Makoa on the point. The man turned to face him, smirking, as if to taunt him.

A righteous fury filled Lex; his eyes burned with an unbridled rage as he focused his aim on the one who had slaughtered his beloved as well as the culprit’s comrade.

"I will pass judgement.” he snarled before firing, completely eradicating the two from existence.

Maeve blinked at Lex, surprised at the sudden arrival of her brother. When she realized Zhin and Makoa were gone, she managed to snap out of her shock. She limped towards him, calling his name. “Lex! Oh Lex, thank you for saving me-don’t worry about me, i’ll be fine-but Nando, he’s been hurt really badly… Seris, can’t you help him?”

The healer was silent, hesitating to tell them the truth. But it needed to be done.

It was her duty.

“Fernando… is dead.” she whispered softly. “It was destined to happen… Neither one of you could have prevented it.”

“Y-you mean… You’re saying…” Maeve drifted off, too distressed to finish her sentence.

“...You knew this was going to happen..?” Lex stared at Seris, his voice cracking halfway.

“How could you lie to us..?”

Seris grew quiet. She knew it would be useless to try and argue upfront with the two siblings while grief clouded their thinking. For a moment, it seemed as though she would not say anything to console the two.

“The river of fate is always flowing. Perhaps you can change its course temporarily, but never its end destination. It will always go in the direction it wants, or needs to go.” she murmured. “I’m sorry, Lex and Maeve. I truly am.” The oracle bowed her head in silence before slipping into the shadows and disappearing once more.

Overwhelmed with the truth of it all, Maeve’s world felt like it was falling apart. She fell to her knees, voice full of sadness and regret.

“I trusted you, Seris.”