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Brainrot Housekeeping: An update
I don't know how many times I've tried to find the best way to say this, but I'll put the major updates upfront and go into detail under the cut :')
To get straight to the point, I'm going to be retiring from this blog in a few days.
No, I'm not leaving the fandom
Yes, I'm going to keep creating! Just not on this blog
No, I'm not going to delete this blog
Yes, I'm still going to be relatively active as far as regular fandom activity goes
To go a little more into detail, I've had an ongoing situation at my workplace that quickly spiraled in all the wrong ways over the last month. I ended up having to resign as a last-ditch effort to preserve my physical safety, which obviously means that now my life is going to look very different from what it has for nearly the last two years.
My job (which I did love doing) involved a setup that allowed me the kind of time and space to pump out the amount of content that I have since I started this blog. Now that that's changing, I won't have the consistent, scheduled blocks of idle time to keep up my past posting schedule. Creativity will happen irregularly in my free time, and I'll want to spend it differently.
Which brings me to the future of my creative endeavors and involvement with the fandom - I don't think I'll be able to truly understand the impact this has had on my life for years to come. Having a community with all of you, getting back into my passion for writing and storytelling and creating after six years of giving up on it, finding out what it's like to watch a shared love and enjoyment for characters unfold into something real and exciting ... it's meant the world to me, and I can't thank every person who's been here for it enough. There's no way I'll leave any of this behind if I can help it.
So, no, I won't be writing for the Arcana M6 anymore, but I'm not leaving. I will still be running the Vesuvia Weekly event blog (and, if I have the brain farts for it, occasionally contributing my own submissions) and I will still be active in the Arcana Renaissance server. Not only will I be keeping this blog up, I'll also continue moving all of my writing posts onto Ao3 as well for a more cohesive, effective archive for anybody who just wants to browse M6 content. I won't be taking writing prompts anymore, but I'll do my best to stay on top of answering asks!
As for what I'll be doing next, to be honest, I'm actually pretty excited. I've had an idea rattling around in my head for a while that's begging to be written and illustrated and composed for, and I've finally reached the mental space to do it. I'm already in love with my main cast of characters and the dystopian, fantasy-punk-ish world they live in. If I ever manage to get my ideas off the ground, I'll be more than happy to invite anyone interested to watch it develop and unfold. :D
(And no, this will not involve Dorian at any point lol. I'd rather learn to code and build my own website)
If you've read this far, I can't thank you enough. You've taught me life lessons and prompted me to grow as a person in creativity, kindness, community, and joy. I've learned what it means to hold love and space for others in new ways. You've enriched my life in important and tangible ways and you'll always have a piece of my gratitude. I never would've imagined an experience like this, but boy am I glad it's happened.
Until next time!
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farfromstrange · 1 year ago
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Is It Over Now? | Matt Murdock x Reader
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader ; (hinted) Frank Castle x Reader ; Elektra Natchios x Matt Murdock
Summary: Matt cheated on you, and you are trying to navigate through it.
Warnings: Angst, no happy ending, break-up, mention of cheating, song references (Taylor Swift), inspired by 'Is It Over Now?', (some) Matt "slander", (somewhat) suicidal thoughts, alcohol consumptions, hint at smut
Word Count: 1.7k
A/n: 1989 TV came out and I am losing my shit. Is It Over Now? Is my new favorite song and I just had a brain fart that made this. You can read this if you're a Swiftie and catch the references or just read it without listening to the song. It works either way.
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It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
To be fair, there was a time when you thought it would never end. The thought of ever having a last kiss with him would have killed you back then. 
He told you that you were the love of his life. You believed him. He was yours, certainly. You can’t deny that.
You were happy, you laughed and cried together, and part of you figured that if you ever broke up, you would find a way to work through it somehow. 
Maybe in another universe, you are still together. Maybe in another universe, you two are still friends. Maybe in another universe, you never had to lose each other.
In this reality though—in this brutal, unforgivable reality—everything changed in a matter of a day. And there is nothing you can do about it now.
Your flower was withering in secret, and you didn’t realize what it was doing to you. Every time you woke up alone, every canceled date, every time he called you and told you he wouldn’t make it home tonight, it was sure to build up to this. 
But this, whatever the hell this is, it hurts beyond compare. 
He said you were a rose, but now that you look in the mirror, you only see a rotten mess.
The past few months have done this to you. He has done this to you. The paper airplanes crashed and burned. There is nothing left but pure bitterness and this hatred you have toward yourself and him; you just want to land your fist in his face, and then maybe your own because how could he hurt you like that after making you love him so very much? 
You loved him so much, but now you doubt he ever loved you back. 
Date after date, coffee after coffee, nights spent together on his couch and in his bed, sharing laughter, sharing tears, it all feels like a hoax now. 
You held him when he was unconscious, stitched him up and told him he was going to be okay. Where was he when you were bleeding out from your own battles? You wonder.
His smile used to be your safe haven, the epitome of innocence and strength, but now it only makes you angry. It makes you resent him. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t, but you still do.
So much has changed, and all it took was one day. 
One day. 
Three hundred days, all wasted in one. 
If you think about it, you spent almost an entire year attached to each other’s side. You moved in together. You kissed, you had sex, you shared secrets you wouldn’t have told anyone else. You helped him hide away from the world, from his enemies, made the world go quiet, and comforted him while he cried. You waited up, you worried, and you almost lost him more times than you can count, and you still stayed.
When no one else would take a chance on him, when he felt everyone was against him and going to leave him, you acted as his rock. You stayed.
You thought he was the one. 
And then it just… ended. 
You gave him the benefit of the doubt when you found her in his dress shirt on his leather couch. The very same couch you two often shared passionate nights on, but at the same time it used to be a symbol of so much more than that.
You let him explain. He explained that she got seriously hurt after showing up out of nowhere, and he just wanted to help without putting you at risk. You believed him because that is the kind of man he was in your head. He was going through some things, things you couldn’t possibly understand, and she was the connection. You tried to understand. In the process of understanding him though, you lost yourself. 
That is something you will never forgive him for. Making you care, making you love him, and unintentionally making you give up on yourself while he continued to break your heart.
You never wanted this to end, never wanted him to go, but in the end, it was the only way. Sticking around wasn’t an option anymore, you have to remind yourself.
He did the one thing he promised he would never do. He broke your heart and your trust into a million pieces that you are now left to pick up on your own. 
You didn’t want to see it before. You were too in love to open your eyes.
He wouldn’t do such a thing, right? You remember repeating that to yourself, to your friends, to Foggy and Karen, but Karen saw him with her, too, and she gave you little hope.
Still, you believed in him. You believed in his morale and his faith. You had faith in him, not even in God but in him and the man he pretended to be—and somehow, he still picked up the knife when you weren’t looking and buried it in your back. 
There were so many signs, but you were blind. So many flashing lights. Red flags. Screaming voices in the back of your head begging you to think. You were in a forest full of trees, yet you saw nothing.
When you came home to find his lips on hers, that’s when you knew. Too little, too late.
He called your name. He told you, “This isn’t what it looks like!” But you lost count of the times he used the same line in relation to her.
To anything, really. He always knew how to talk his way out of something when you were together, although back then, it was mostly harmless.
“I trusted you,” you remember saying. You couldn’t even cry. “And you turned right back around and fucked her!”
“It was just a kiss,” he argued. 
“Are you sure about that? ‘Cause if I ask Elektra, I’m sure she will tell me the truth.”
“No,” Matt was adamant because he could hear your heart breaking.
The way you spoke to him was so eerily quiet. That was how he knew he lost you, and he tried to fix it with nothing but his hands. 
But that is not how you fix a broken vase. That’s how you make it worse and hurt yourself in the process.
You remember him opening his mouth, having the audacity to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he said. 
“No. Fuck you, Matt!”
You tore the necklace with his initial off your neck and tossed it at his feet. You couldn’t even look at it. You wonder what happened to it after he picked it up. 
“I trusted you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I was there when no one else was, and this is how you repay me?” you said.
You should have never let him fool you.
At least you had the decency to keep your lonely nights to yourself.
“Sweetheart, please,” Matt tried to beg again. 
You wouldn’t let him. Thank God you were strong enough to withstand the tears in his eyes. 
“You’re a fucking traitor, Matthew Murdock,” was one of the last things you said to him. “I wish we’d never met.”
Three hundred days. You fell in love. You finally knew what love felt like, and then…then he turned around and fucked it all up. 
“We’re done.”
Some days, you still regret it, but if it was so easy for him to toss all this time together down the drain, he probably wasn’t worth it. 
But God, you were so in love. 
Sweet nothings whispered in your ear are gone now. You’re all alone in your bed. No one to cuddle, no one to touch. It has been a while since you heard someone say, “I love you,” and mean it. You felt loved until you didn’t. Until the life he led ate him up. 
Instead of talking, instead of fighting with you, he drove you into a tree. A car that didn’t need sight, and still he crashed. It was winter then, the snow painted red by the blood of your broken heart. Your favorite dress torn up as you tried to escape. He reached for you the same way you reached for him, but you weren’t there. And he wasn’t there when you needed him most.
Part of you feels bad. You could have worked through this if he hadn’t kissed her. Or maybe you wouldn’t have. In the end, it killed you. It killed him. 
You killed each other. 
Though there are still days when you think about jumping off of very high somethings just to get his attention. Just for him to see you. To come to rescue you. It is a hurtful and selfish thought. Yet, you can’t help it. 
He was your first true love. 
Your mind keeps repeating the same sentence: It wasn’t supposed to end like this. 
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he told you once. 
He searched for something greater in the bed of someone he loved before. You weren’t his first love. You should have known he would say that and not mean it.
But when exactly did you go wrong?
Was it over when he stopped coming home at night? Was it over when he forgot your anniversary? Was it over when he canceled your birthday dinner? Or was it over when he shoved his throat down his ex-girlfriend’s throat in front of you and acted as if it didn’t matter? Was it over then?
“Another one for the lady,” a voice pipes up beside you. 
Your empty glass of tequila disappears, now replaced by a full one. In your drunken haze, you see a head of brown hair, and his smirk makes you wonder if there’s more to him than he lets on. 
“Thank you,” you murmur, tipping your glass to the stranger. 
“Nah, don’t thank me.” He sits down next to you. “You look miserable.”
��What if I am?”
“I’d tell you I know the feeling.”
You huff but offer the stranger your hand with a mention of your name.
He smiles. Your name rolls off his tongue effortlessly. “Frank,” he introduces himself in return. “Castle.”
“Nice to meet you,” you say. 
Broken people make bad decisions, but whether it was over when he took her right there on his couch, or it was over when you told him it was doesn’t matter. 
It is over now, and all you want to do is forget. 
You need to forget Matt Murdock. 
And if this stranger called Frank needs to unbutton your blouse to help you do so, you will gladly follow him home. 
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trendywaifus · 1 year ago
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Hmm can I ask for making them Jealous and then pinning you to the wall? Chlorinde, And Miko? NSFW if it’s fine??
if it’s alr with you, ill make it gn! i didn’t know if you wanted fem or gn! reader. nsfw’s fine but i had a major brain fart so I kept it sfw, sorry lovely😞
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“ what do you possibly gain from involving yourself with the new traveler? “ a hardened familiar voice husks in your ear after a hand swiftly pulls you into an empty street. back pressed against the wall, you found yourself staring into clorinde’s narrowed purple eyes. you blinked several times at her question in confusion, “ what do you mean possibly gain and involving yourself? what’s with the suspicion? i was simply trying to be friends with them—wait, were you following me, clorinde? “
before this, you and the traveler explored around the popular parts of fontaine to introduce them to great shops and sight–seeing areas. you were unaware of your lover following closely behind, blending into the crowds and weaving through them. she places her gloved hand next to the side of your head, the other rests under your chin. “ oui, i wish to keep an eye on the traveler and i was surprised that you also were accompanying them. that. .not only strengthened my resolve to follow behind but to also make sure you were safe. “ clorinde confessed.
you chuckled, “ navia was right, you do have a stalking problem. “
she sighs deeply, flickering her gaze down to the ground before back at you, slightly embarrassed. “ please do not say such things, mon amour. you’re making it sound like i am strange, but. .i am sorry for following you without your consent. “
“ you should apologize to the traveler as well, gorgeous. “
clicking her tongue, she draws closer to your face, you wind your arms around her waist. “ i am only apologizing to you and that is all. “ clorinde’s soft lips brush along your jaw, a shiver runs down your spine.
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“ dearest, come here. “
her request sounded more like a demand as she beckons you over with a finger. confused, you reluctantly complied, walking over to her by the narukami tree. yae’s eyes looks you up and down in with disapproval. “ i heard from little birdies you were acquainting yourself with that divine priestess earlier today, no? “ she queried, crossing her arms. noticing the subtle tension in your youkai’s voice, you swallowed thickly.
“ miko, i— “
“ address me as guuji yae before you speak, little one. “
you sighed exasperatedly, missing the mischievous glint in her eyes. “ guuji yae, kokomi was simply visiting for a formal meeting with the shogunate, i managed to catch her around the town area prior and wanted to chat with her. “ you explained. she hums thoughtfully, unfolding one of her arms to caress your cheek idly. it made you nervous that you couldn’t tell what yae was thinking, but you felt the atmosphere thicken when you mentioned kokomi. those two did share some sort of weird rivalry with each other.
“ chat, huh? care to share anything interesting you two were chatting about? “
“ w-well, it wasn’t really much, just books and general things involving daily life and duties. we were catching up. “ you laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. yae quirks a brow, her gaze narrows. “ goodness, catching up? dearest, i was unaware you were already acquaintances with that girl. why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? “ was that hurt in her voice? disbelief? it couldn’t be that she was. .
“ mik–guuji yae. .are you jealous? “
before you can react, your body was pinned against the divine tree. it felt pleasantly warm against your back. yae’s hot breath fans against the side of your cheek, her hand encircles around your neck firmly. “ to ask me such a question like that is most baffling, wouldn’t you say, little one? “ she chuckles dryly, softly squeezing your neck before continuing, “ but i should say, it irks me at the thought of you and miss ‘sole of the deep’ meeting behind my back. next time i see her, we will have many things to discuss, hm? perhaps i’ll even have you tag along as well. “
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iid-smile · 2 months ago
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#06 ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ @berryzai ⋆
how did i COMPLETELY skip over this ask omg this is adorbs! the amount of dazai lovers ive got is crazy 3, 20 and 21 are all headcanons, but 21 has a realllyyyy short drabble 🤗 (can you tell my brain started to fart the further down you go? im not proud of it but i legit have no idea what else to add)
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#3 🍰 | your anniversary
he brings you to an art museum! dazai always gets interested in what you're interested in, so don't be surprised when you lose him half way through and he's on the other side of the building
treats it like a birthday and buys a cake for the two of you to share + he brings some to work the next day <3 (only for him, he doesn't share)
also buys the clothes/accessories of your dreams, and he does it every time. sometimes he just knows what you want
definitely the type to buy jewellery on an anniversary. sometimes he likes to scare you with a ring, but it's usually a bracelet or necklace.
changes his ringtone every anniversary to your favourite song at the time. he loves hearing you hum along whenever somebody calls him
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#20 🍦| love language
acts of service
he learns how to do laundry for your clothes so none of the dresses get ruined. he reads every single care label and has separate hampers for separate conditions
shoos off weird guys trying to flirt with you before they even approach. he doesn't want you to close off yourself when you're already having fun, so no strangers are going to ruin that!
carries you to bed when you overwork yourself. he's half debating between letting you sleep at a desk/table with his coat draped over you, or making sure you're comfortable and won't be sore the next morning
always makes sure ingredients are stocked and goes grocery shopping for you. he does get into a bit of trouble, but he does the job
quality time
dancing. dazai loves big dresses, and is 100% convinced that he has to dance with you every time you put one on.
back and forth banter. he banters with literally every person he knows, but it's special when it's you.
physical touch
you're affectionate, so he's affectionate too.
a big hugger, and also the type to massage. he puts his hands to good use all the time, and your shoulders are within easy reach, so...
randomly touches your waist if he's just walking past, or playfully taps your forehead when you're laying around
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#21 🍦 | where they like to kiss you
hands
admires the fact that you can create lovely work with your hands
he kisses them as if you're actual royalty, so he gets on one knee and everything.
he also massages them if they cramp up
forehead
it feels right
an easy spot if your hands are too busy, and isn't complicated to kiss. basically it's a good spot no matter what you're doing
he likes kissing your forehead a lot in public or if you visit him while working. it's not too showy, but not too closed off either, if you know what i mean
you've had your gaze trained on the light pencil sketches in front of you for an unimaginable about of time. perhaps dazai had been walking around you for a bit, but you really didn't notice. "i'm busy, osamu." you say without looking up, feeling his fingers graze and tug at your ear.
"i know, i just wanted to kiss you first."
just that comment manages to make you draw your eyes away from the paper you were so focused on. "but i'm—"
"your other hand doesn't seem so busy to me..." he muses, his fingers sneaking up underneath your palm and seizing it in his grasp. "what's with you and avoiding my kisses? do you not like them?"
for a little while, you look conflicted, then a smile overcomes your features. "you distract me." you respond simply, a teasing lilt to your voice.
damn him for being such a good actor, as he almost had you fooled, his face looking so disheartened as he stared down at you. it only takes under a second for him to softly grin, kissing all over your knuckles. "as i should."
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suljaffs · 21 days ago
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Nanami Dabble - Surprise Dinner / fluff
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Warning: this may not be that good it was just a random brain fart I wanted to write about sighfhfghfgfhhh
It was 11:30 pm. The apartment was dim with a scenic nighttime view, a couple of your vanilla candles around the dining room to set an ambiance with a somewhat nice layout of food: Mac and cheese, fries, pizza rolls, and even home made heart shaped cookies for desert. “He should be getting home any time now.” You thought, stepping back to view your creation in full. Your body tense with excitement waiting for the door to swing open.
Nanami always came home at late hours, leaving at the crack of dawn, entering while you slept. It bothered you not being able to spend much time with your lover but you never held it against him because you understood his job was hard, draining even, and you wanted nothing other than to provide a safe space for your husband. Today, you decided to do something for him. For the longest, you two have postponed plans of going to dinner because of work. The two of you could’ve just gotten in the kitchen but he wanted it to be a day where the two of you could simply relax. At first, it seemed like a good idea but with each date night turning into “I don’t have enough time after work.” And lots of cancellations on reservations because of last minute work issues, You decided to take matters into your own hands and what better than a quick at home dinner?
“That carpet fragrance is quiet strong.” Hearing not only his voice but also the lock hitch and the knob shuffle, you pulled out your phone to take a quick picture before ducking under the table, snickering to yourself.
Nanami creeped the door open, he was always careful as to not wake you up. “My.. love?” He stopped in his tracks, tucking his lips as he watched you come up from under the table, a small smile creeping its way on his face as he watched you bump your head in the process. “Su-ouch-prise!” You jumped up, a big smile on your face despite your minor injury. He softly shut the door behind him, keeping his body turned towards the closed door, back facing you. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me big boy.” You snickered, making your way over to him. “I just wanted to do something special but in all honesty, it’s not my best work.” You dismissed your hard work, but you hadn’t known what else to say to ease the moment.
“It’s perfect my love.” He turned to you, two tear trails visible on his face. Seeing him cry wasn’t crazy to you as he had been a softie: that time when you said yes to being his girlfriend in high school and even that time when a cute squirrel approached him on your guys walk through the park. You took a hand to his face, drying his tears as his head hung low. “It’s all for you.” You cooed. “Now come eat. I only really had time to actually cook the Mac and cheese so you better appreciate my hard work.” You teased, untying his tie which you know he would hate to get dirty. He took your hand before you could walk over to the table. “You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, y/n.” He whispered before planting a deep kiss on your hand, another tear dropping.
He guided you to the table, seating you before seating himself. “I thought the smell was that carpet fragrance got you, never would’ve expected it to be this…” Nanami looked around the table, a nod of approval. “oh how I love you.” He whispered. The night was full of giggles, conversations of work, and old memories between you two like the times when he thought it wasn’t obvious he had a crush on you, when you rejected him because you didn’t know him well enough, and most importantly the cute moments you two shared every now and then.
As the time ticked close to 1, you two had wrapped up dinner, he had taken him a shower, and you two decided** to reside yourselves in bed for the night. For once in a long time, you two were finally going to sleep at the same time again and it wasn’t just him cuddling you when you were already asleep. This time, it was you who was big spoon. Playing with his blonde strands as his head rested in your chest, you couldn’t help but to sniff him. He smelt of tréseme hair conditioner but you had no issue with it because it was him… his smell.
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prettygrltatum · 10 months ago
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Food For Thought!
T141 x Southern!reader
+ Simon "Ghost" Riley x Southern!reader
Tags: fem!reader! plantonic with the rest of the crew but you and Simon have a little something something yk?, canon typcial crusing, fluff, the boys just being silly, american and british bickering
a/n: so remember that little brain fart I had? so this is what happens when your bored with nothing to do <<33 I know that this won't do many southerns justice, we're all different from different cities to towns but I just wanted to share this with yall :)) also please tell me where yall from! I really want to know! Enjoy!
"What the hell is this (reader).." Price mumbled under his breath. He cranked his neck back as he looked at you with disgust. You rolled your eyes as you set the plate of fried chicken, string beans, and a nice, thick, creamy and chewy mac-n-cheese. "Okay, I'll go get the sweet tea. Do not and I mean do not touch anything!" You warned, leaving the dineing room to the kitchen. Soap came in as Ghost followed. "Aye. The hell is that?" Soap asked, sniffing the air to the unfamillar smell.
Price hunched his shoulder, and turned to the kitchen as you digged into the fridge trying to find the homemade sweet tea you made this morning. "I don't know, she made this mess. It looks greasy." He huffed. "I heard that! You haven't taste it yet!" You came back with a huge jug of sweet tea, the men looking at you with bewilderment. Gaz, running late had came into the dining room, his cheeky smile fading once the scent of southern food hit his nose.
"What's that?" He looked over to the abunces of food. He smiled as he turned to you and helped you with the jug of tea. "Thank you Gaz, anyways. I know you brits-"
"I'm not British." Soap shouted with offense. You all looked at him and then turning the attention back to you. "Anyways! This here? This here is the shit. Your taste buds will never feel the same after you eat these homemade classics of the south!" You squeaked. The men looked over at thefoood, the grease and butter glowing in the light. The men sruvnhed their noses as they groaned in disgusted.
Your feelings where slightly hurt, but as a proud (southern state) native, you must bring them the food from the home of the free. Eitehr way, any food you cook could explode their brains. "Think we should try it L.T?" Soap asked looking up at him. Simon had a bit of a soft spot for you. He loved your american accent, the way you had some much pride and respectful for yourself. He thought it was attractive. Might I say sexy? He was head over heels fpr you and wanted you to like him as much as possible. And if that means to eat your seemingly gross and fatty american food, then so be it.
"Wouldn't hurt to try." He simply said. "Really? Don't wanna be fat like them americans!" Soap joked. You reached over and punched his shoulder as he laughed. "Oh please! Half the people in this country needs a nice oral cleansing..”
Soap rolled his eyes and ignored your jab at him and moved on. “I think we should try it. Don’t seem so bad.” Ghost mumbled as he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your chair. “Really?” Gaz sighed.
“Yeah. Don’t seem so bad. Just Mac-n-Cheese.” He huffed at Gaz with a slight scorn to his tone. “Whateva you say I guess..” Soap sighed as he sat himself down at the food. “I want to try the tea first.” Simon said as he pointed to the tea jug. “Sure!” You stood up and pour each and everyone of you a cup of homemade natural born tea.
“Alright! Drink up!” You cheered. Price, oddity sniffed it and pushed the drink away. “No.” Ghost lifted his mask up, and took a sip before hacking and lammend the glass on the table. “AUGH! AUHN! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed as you laughed at his intolerance to the sweetness of the tea.
Gaz just smacked his lips and pushed the cup away from him as well. “Too sweet, urgh!” He groaned as he smacked his lips and slapped his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile Soap was still taking sip after sip of his drink, almost gone at this point. “Seems like you liked it Soap!” You giggled.
“I just like sweet stuff alright?” He chuffed as he sucked the life out of the cup. “I win!” Soap scoffed as he snatched Price’s cup of tea from him. Price didn’t seem to mind anyways. “You’re not gonna try Cap’?” He shook his head no, “I need to watch my blood sugar nowadays.” You chuckled at his words. Such an old man thing to say. Or someone who has diabetes. Either way it’s kinda funny. Not really.
“Okay try the Mac-n-Cheese now!!”
(Should I add onto this?)
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alexthetrashyracoon · 6 months ago
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CW// a bit suggestive, fem! (Implied) reader, (my brain is fucking empty and I have no clue what to write anymore but I wanna write and that’s the only fart I got that made somehow sense)
Sometimes when John comes from deployment or even if he just feels lazy, he lets you take care of his beard, there aren’t many people he trusts with his beard and you are one of them.
He would heave you onto the bathroom counter and wrap your legs around his naked waist, he’s a typical grey sweater wearer at night but no shirt, not that you would ever complain. The Captain looks delicious anyway.
“Take care of me, darlin’?” He asks and hands you the razor, a sly smile on his face, the implication of his words not lost to you in any way. You roll your eyes at him and take the razor from his calloused hands, which immediately drift down to your naked thighs, stroking underneath the hem of the oversized shirt you had stolen a while ago from his side of the closet. You can feel the tips of his fingers reach your woolen panties.
You feel his eyes on you, John never stops looking at you, he makes you feel like the center of the universe without breaking a sweat, and the way he looks at you, it made you fall for him so long ago.
“We’ve got our anniversary coming up soon.” John rumbles, pulling you from your deep concentration state. You blink a few times and put the razor down.
“Don’t talk when I’m so close with a sharp object to your face.” You grumble and wipe away some of the shaving cream on his cheek. “You got anything planned?” You don’t want to admit that you almost forgot it was anniversary time already. It happened once, never again since then.
“I don’t mind getting new scars as long as they come from your hands, luv.” John grins and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. “But don’t worry your pretty head about it, I’ve got stuff planned for us. You’ll love it.”
You don’t say anything, John is crazy when it comes to keeping secrets and you know, you’ve got ten years of experience by now, that no matter how much you pout and complain he won’t give you any hint on what he will give to you. So you pick up the razor again and keep on shaving until his facial hair is back in its familiar appearance. “Done.” You declare and turn to clean the razor.
Before you actually can clean up, John throws you over his shoulder and pats your butt, what did you expect to be honest, and carries you back into the bedroom where he drops you on the big bed and cages you with his strong body.
“Let me show you my appreciation for always taking such good care of me, luv.”
His surprise is his retirement from the active duty at the military after one last mission, you wrap your arms around his neck and cry happy tears into his shirt at the news he’s sharing over pasta at your favorite Italian place. John explains that he loves serving his country and that he thought long and hard about this decision but in the end the love to you was stronger than anything else.
Your surprise isn’t as big but it works just fine with his one. A small cottage in the country side that you got from your grandparents since they would be moving into a retirement home now that they got older. And John loves it, he always wanted to move out of the city and enjoy his semi-civilian life in such a peaceful place.
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hauntedestheart · 1 year ago
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Team Meeting (Male Possession)
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As captain of his college football team, Jayvon had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. Not only was he expected to be the coach's right hand man and keep the team running like a machine on the field, he also had to make sure that the team behaved themselves off the field as well, which was why the team decided that he should be the one to break "the news" at the next post-practice meeting.
"Championship is on the horizon team," Jayvon addressed his teammates, bellowing loudly so the sweaty young men would pay attention. "This is what all of us have been dreaming about since we picked up the ball back in high school, a chance to get that trophy and be the best team in the country. So I need everyone on their A-game." He paused expectantly. "Anything you wanna share with the team Kyle?"
All eyes went to to Kyle, the handsome running back, who was at that moment distracted by the surreptitious flexing he was doing of his sizeable right bicep. He giggled under his breath, one hand squeezing at the swell of muscle, but at the sound of his name he quickly lowered his hands to his sides and looked up sheepishly.
"Me?" Kyle asked, confused, and he dusted his hands off on his sides. "Uh, no, I think you said it all. Just, you know, go team!"
The young man gave a few small claps and then threw his fist in the air like a cheerleader, a rather dainty looking motion that elicited groans from his teammates. Jayvon bent his head and pinched the brim of his nose, letting out an exhausted sigh.
"Benicio, we know it's you in there," he grumbled, fixing a tired stare onto the sandy haired boy in front of him.
From the outside, he looked just like the same strapping running back who had been a valuable member of the team for the past three years. But Jayvon was certain there was someone else inside, and he had the whole team backing him up on that.
Kyle flinched and a look of shock crossed his face for a moment, but then he scoffed and crossed his arms. "Wh- what are you guys talking about?"
"Cut the crap Ben, we know you stole Kyle's body," one of the other team members called out, and Jayvon shot the speaker a stern look.
"I'll handle this guys," Jayvon assured them, and then he turned his attention back to the impostor in their midst. "Ben, don't bother pretending, everybody's figured it out by now. You've done a terrible job of acting like Kyle."
"Excuse me?" Kyle gasped and splayed one hand out across his chest dramatically- something Jayvon knew the real Kyle would never do. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're literally wearing a crop top," Jayvon pointed out. "When have you ever seen Kyle wear a crop top?"
Kyle glanced down at the thin grey crop top he was wearing- sleeveless, so as to show off his powerful arms, and just short enough that it would flare up and reveal tantalizing glimpses of his abs as he ran. A slutty choice for workout gear clearly meant to draw the eyes, and very unlike the Kyle everyone knew.
"Maybe I just wanted a change," Kyle tugged at the hem of the shirt, one of his hands moving instinctively to slide over the ridges of his tight six pack. "I've got these great abs, why wouldn't I want to show them off?"
"Even if I believed that, you don't know any of the plays," Jayvon continued, and the rest of the team mumbled their agreement. "Kyle has the playbook memorized front to back and yet you can barely catch a ball."
Kyle crossed his arms and shuffled in place, his meek and insecure body language a stark contrast to his heavily muscular form.
"Brain fart?" He protested weakly, the sweat on his head unrelated to the heavy workout he'd just participated in. "So I've been having a few off-games, that doesn't mean I've been body snatched."
"And dude, I'm just gonna say it," Jayvon shook his head- he'd hoped he wouldn't have to bring this one up. "You've done a terrible job of concealing your boners in the showers. Did you think we wouldn't notice that thing swinging around? It's kinda hard to miss."
Jayvon shuddered when he thought back over the behavior Kyle had demonstrated over the last few weeks in the locker room- no one had been able to miss how the running back had suddenly begun regularly sporting massive wood, or how his usual cursory post-game showers had transformed into almost hour long self-worship sessions where he loving rubbed soap into every nook and cranny of his chiseled body. Fortunately no one on the team had reported "Kyle" for any sort of harassment, but Jayvon had been forced to remind him several times that it was not okay to jack off in the community showers.
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"Okay, so, I'm virile. I'm a college football player, that's normal!" Kyle frowned and tucked his hands in front of his crotch protectively, attempting to conceal the fact that his dick was already at half mast. The bulge bouncing around in his shorts was another sign that it was an impostor- the real Kyle always wore a cup. "And what, I can't be gay?"
"You can," Jayvon spat on the grass. "But Kyle isn't. Kyle doesn't have a limp wrist. Kyle doesn't stare at everyone's dicks in the shower. And Kyle definitely doesn't go out to gay bars on the weekend, tell everyone his name is Benicio, and offer to let dudes grab his ass in exchange for free shots." Jayvon watched as Kyle's body froze, and he knew he'd hit the mark. "Yeah that's right, my cousin saw you last week. Really Ben?"
Ben finally dropped the act and relaxed, popping out one of his hips and placing his hands on his waist. Everyone recognized the posture of the gay young man who had been attending classes with them for the past four years- only now, he had the face and body of a football hunk.
"Oh, what, so I'm just supposed to pay for drinks when I have a dumpy like this?" Ben rolled his eyes and arched his back, baring Kyle's prodigious bubble butt demonstratively. "As if!"
Everyone on the team erupted into chatter at that, but a quick look from Jayvon silenced them.
"I don't even want to know how," Jayvon frowned and fixed his gaze on Ben. "Just... why?"
"Why do you think?" Ben rolled his eyes. With one hand he lifted up the hem of his crop top, exposing his sweaty torso for the world to see, and the other hand slapped at one of his meaty pecs. "Look at all this body! Kyle is the hottest guy on the team, AND he was a total jackass so I didn't feel bad about doing it. Can you blame me for wanting to have a little bit of fun?"
Jayvon instinctively averted his eyes from the amateur strip show in front of him and cleared his throat.
"Okay, well, you've had your fun," he said. "Now it's time to let him go."
"Are you guys threatening me?" Ben shrunk backwards a bit, glancing around nervously at the pack of ripped men surrounding him, and he seemed to be trying to cram Kyle's hulking body into as little space as possible. "Are you guys gonna like, beat me up? Because I'm warning you, this body has really big muscles so I'm super strong right now and I'll-"
"No one is threatening anything," Jayvon interrupted. "Right boys?"
Everyone on the team voiced their agreement, and Ben relaxed a bit. Jayvon took a cautious step forwards and placed a hand on the young man's shoulder, his voice lowering like he was talking to a frightened animal.
"Look, Ben, everyone here likes you," Jayvon continued. "You seem like a cool dude other than... you know, stealing this guy's body and whoring it out to dudes. And god knows that Kyle could be a bit of an asshole. But he's one of our best running backs and we need him for the season, okay? So we all agreed to just look the other way and let you dip out of him, no questions asked. Otherwise we'll have to go to the authorities with what we know. That sounds fair, right?"
"But-" Ben's lip quivered and tears welled up in his eyes. "But he's so hot! I've never gotten this much dick in my life. I feel so sexy when I'm inside of him, I love being a big strong football guy!"
Jayvon shook his head. "You don't like being a big strong football guy, Ben. You hate football," he said bluntly. "You've showed no interest in it at all since stealing Kyle's body, all you're really interested in is having big muscles and a big dick. You can find somebody else to do that- let Kyle go."
"Well, I was getting tired of having to act masc all the time..." Ben chewed his lip for a moment, mulling over his options, and then he sighed. "Fine! I'll let him go. Just..." Ben glanced around the circle of boys hesitantly, then back to Jayvon. "Can I have a second to say goodbye?"
Jayvon released his shoulder and took a step back, giving a little shrug in confirmation, and immediately Ben's hands were all over Kyle's body. Shamelessly, in front of the entire team, he shoved one hand down the front of his pants, eyes squinting shut with pleasure as he threw his head back and groaned.
"This thing is so sensitive, you guys have no idea," he announced, and all of the other boys shuffled uncomfortably.
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Ben's hands continued their farewell tour of Kyle's body, tracing a path up his abs to his bulging pecs, and he gave a little squeak of excitement when he tweaked one of his nipples. The hand remained there, thumb stroking at the peak of pink flesh, and then the other hand darted up and grabbed the other pectoral and he squished the two of them together, giving a little giggle as he did so.
He released his chest and slid his hands back down his body, migrating south until he reached the swell of meat that jutted out from his backside.
"And I think I'll miss you most of all..." he muttered, his fingers digging deep into the pillowy flesh of Kyle's ass one last time. Ben glanced up at Jayvon expectantly, the excitement in his eyes a strange juxtaposition to the massive cock staining the front of his shorts. "Can I rub one out? Just for the road?"
"Okay, that's enough of that," Jayvon coughed awkwardly, deciding that it was best to interrupt this before it went any further. He cleared his throat, mustered up all the authority he had as captain, and clapped his hands. "Here's what's gonna happen now: we're gonna close our eyes, I'm gonna count to ten, and when I open them, Kyle is gonna be Kyle, okay?"
Ben gave out a sigh, nodded, and then Jayvon stuck his hand in the air and began the countdown. All eyes went shut and everyone listened to the booming sound of Jayvon's voice.
"Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three..."
Jayvon stumbled and paused in the count early, but everyone opened their eyes two seconds later anyways. Immediately, all eyes were fixed on Kyle's body. The young man was standing in the exact same spot he had been before, but now he wore a look of utter confusion on his face.
"How did I get on the field? What am I wearing?" Kyle groaned as he rubbed at his head, and then he shifted his hips and winced. "And what the fuck happened to my ass?"
Everyone on the team erupted into cheers and they rushed in towards their teammate, patting him on the back and giving him warm wishes on his return. He glanced around, still unsure where he was or what was happening, and his eyes locked onto his captain Jayvon. Jayvon grinned back at him triumphantly.
"Great job everybody, now that that's taken care of, hit the showers!" Jayvon called out, and the men of the football team cheered and took off for the locker rooms with a very confused Kyle trailing behind.
One of the team members stopped, noticing that Jayvon hadn't moved to follow them, and he called over to his captain.
"Hey Jay, are you coming?" He asked, and Jayvon shook his head.
"No, no, I think I'm gonna head out actually," Jayvon said, rubbing at his chest. "Something just came up."
The teammate shrugged and turned to jog away, completely missing the sight of Jayvon tugging his shorts forwards and peeking down at his crotch.
"I can work with this..." Ben grinned.
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factual-fantasy · 8 months ago
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Good day Factual! Hope you're starting to feel a bit better- colds that just refuse to go away are the worst! Glad you've been having some fun playing and drawing Pokemon in the meantime though- and thanks a million for giving us all that great art of Grimace! Him and Sylvester definitely have a wholesome, brotherly bond, and it would be sweet to see some more of them someday, though as always, draw whatever you wish! In the meantime, as a little side Ask- could you tell us how you met them perhaps? Both in game and in "story"? Did you catch them like usual Pokemon, or did they join willingly?
And as for my main Ask- I thought I'd inquire about two of my favorite lesser known Mario enemies, and their places in your AU- starting with the fire spitting, three horned menaces, the Reznors!
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Despite them essentially just being chibified triceratops, I've always liked their designs, their pack mentality, and the goofy noises they make! Sadly, Nintendo hasn't used them for much other than a couple gimmicky mini bosses, but I figure if the Bowser of your AU had a few, he'd put them to much better use! Just spitballing here, but you've come up with some cool ideas of how the Koopas use various other creatures- what if they used tamed Reznors as battle mounts, like how humans have used elephants! Imagine the Koopas armoring them up, loading troops on to their backs, and then charging into battle, bullet bills a-blazing! ( Just my idea- what do you think? )
And then the other enemy I wanted to mention, is the rarely remembered, deadly dino from w 1-1 of Super Mario World- the Rex!
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They were powerful, speedy critters with a nasty bite- and while Nintendo rarely makes use of them nowadays, many fans still hold them and their lore implications close to their hearts- due to their uncanny resemblance to Yoshis... Because of this, many have theorized they share a common Ancestor- though others fear that perhaps a form of evil magic was involved- which, I think would be a perfect fit for your AU! Since your Kamek has showcased powerful, corruptive magics in the past- what if he created the Rexs, either by mutating captured Yoshis, or enchanting stolen Yoshi eggs before they hatched!? Either way, id imagine they would be just as large and aggressive as your yoshis- and serve the Koopas well as guard dogs, or perhaps as alternative mounts- being weaker, but more nimble and agile than a Reznor. But what's your take? Would either of these guys make the cut? Or not be included at all- ( which would be fine too, I just wanted to ask, and pitch some ideas! )
(Grimace and Sylvester art in question)
Hey there! Unfortunately I'm going downhill a bit, I think my cold is really startin to take me down. Which is just wonderful 🥲 at least I have Pokemon Scarlet to keep my mind busy!
Speaking of Pokemon, Grimace and Sylvester actually do have a story to them..
Starting with Grimace, I actually kinda got him on accident due to a 3 day long brain fart. Let me explain- <XD
So picture this. It's early in the game and I spot a Duskull. I think "Oh cool! Dusknoir is my favorite pokemon! I gotta catch one so he'll eventually evolve into a Dusknoir! :D" So I catch one and name him Dusty.
I ran around with Dusty, training him, loving him, feeding him sandwiches, the works, for 3 days or so. 3. Real life. Days.
It's only when I'm a about to go to bed and I'm thinking about him that I realized..
Dusty is a Gastly. Not a Duskull. He will eventually turn into a Gengar. Not a Dusknoir.
I still can't figure out how I looked at a Gastly and had my brain go "catch one! It'll turn into a Dusknoir! :DD"
So anyways, I didn't really want a Gengar.. but by the time I had noticed my mistake, I had already gotten attached to the big guy. So I accepted defeat, renamed him Grimace and gave up on my dreams of having a Dusknoir. I'll get a Dusknoir in legends Arceus anyways it's fine- <XD
Now Sylvester...
I knew right when I started the game that I wanted a female Sylveon. That was a big goal of mine. And I knew of a place early on in the game where there was a chance for Eevee to spawn. So I ate a sandwich that increased my normal type spawn rate and hunted for a while.
It was quite the drag since Eevees we're still a rare spawn.. but I was able to find some and catch them all. Though there was one peoblem. Every single Eevee I encountered was male! I wanted a female eevee!
It was a few hours into Eevee hunting that I went and Googled the female to male ratio on Eevees. Females have like a 12% spawn rate... Whoops. Looks like I'm not gonna find a female eevee this early on in the game....
But I still wanted a Sylveon.. 🥺
So I did some thinking. I imagined my trainer as a character. I picture them catching a male Eevee and loving him just the way he is. Saying that he doesn't have to evolve for them. Classic Eevee/trailer relationship. And I imagined the Eevee being so happy with this trainer and loving his team so much, that he evolved into a Sylveon. And he's not ashamed at all! His form is the ultimate expression of his love for his friends and his trainer!
I also pictured tweaking Sylvester's body type to make him apear more masculine. Changing the shape of his bows and ears to look sharper. Making his eyes a bit smaller and making his paws pointier.
Point is, the story I built in my head and all the drawing ideas this gave me... Plus my inability to catch a female eevee.. resulted in me adopting one of the male Eevees and evolving him into a Sylveon XD
Anyways XD as for your Mario questions...
I'm actually unfamiliar with those enemies <:0 though having a little more diversity in the Koopa kingdom would be good.. perhaps I could look into the Reznors a bit more and incorporate them somehow.. like you said, making them battle mounts or something similar..
Now the Rex, what an odd critter.. definitely haven't seen that guy before- :00 he really does look a lot like a Yoshi.. I'd have to look into those guys a bit too before I decided what to do with them.. but I'm liking your ideas! Kamek corrupting Yoshi eggs or something similar to make more mindless drones.. that's something he would do! 😅 But I'd probably takes away the Rex wings.. Yoshis can't fly! ☝️
Aaaanywho, thank you as always for the ask and interest! :}} This distraction came at a very good time 🥹💔
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ninjatrashpanda · 2 months ago
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Okay, guys, I had a brain fart about how BuckTommy can be parents without undermining Henren's storylines or throwing in a surrogacy plot, and I need to share it, okay?!
So, we start with Buck and Tommy grocery shopping together. They stand at the bread aisle and discuss whether they should take whole wheat or rye when Tommy notices a woman standing the next aisle over. He tries to hide away and when Buck asks why, Tommy tells him the he dated this lady like, ten years ago, his last relationship with a woman before he came out, and that he never told her that he's gay.
(You can probably tell where this is going now.)
Buck tells Tommy to go tell the woman the truth because he knows what it's like to get strung along by someone who doesn't actually want to be with you, and Tommy agrees.
He goes over to the woman, who recognizes him instantly, and starts panicking. She tells him she needs to go, but Tommy insists on telling her. So he comes out to her, and she has all of two seconds to react to it before this like, ten-year-old boy collides with her legs and begs for a bag of Doritos. And this boy looks a lot like Tommy. Brown hair, blue eyes, similar nose, maybe even a little cleft in his chin.
And Tommy goes 😐 > 😯 > 😲 > 😱 and exchanges a shocked af look with his ex and then the scene cuts.
And presto! We have a dramatic storyline the likes of which we haven't really had yet, Buck is in a unique position because obviously Tommy wants to meet his kid and be a father, so Buck is basically instant stepdad, and we don't have to deal with either a baby or Buck and Tommy's firefighter/pilot schedules much. Plus, it subverts expectations since all things considered, we'd expect Buck to be the one with a surprise kid.
Any thoughts? Am I cooking? Am I not? Do you think something along these lines could happen in a theoretical Season 9?
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ijustthinkhesneat · 3 months ago
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Headcanons for which the source is I made it the fuck up
-Bruce Wayne is a stupid Himbo. Like he is a genius detective and engineer and hacker etc. But this man is dumb. When the cowl is off no thoughts head empty.
-Dick Grayson is also borderline brain dead. Like again yes genius detective, polyglot, icon, etc. But this man is running on a 2+2=fish operating system. He is a useless pansexual be patient with himmmmmm.
-Tim and Damian are lowkey spoiled brats. Like not in a bad way. I say it with love. But these two are the living embodiment of that Arrested Development meme about the price of a banana. They have no idea how money works.
-Dick and Jason had braces.
-Dick legit has never noticed he has a thing for red heads. He looks at Wally/kory and is just pretty red people make brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrr.
-Damian likes to be an annoying vegetarian at galas. He makes up dietary restrictions cause he knows these rich old farts will never research them.
-Tim legit thought Bruce was a serial killer even after he learned he was Batman.
-Duke is the glitter bomb gremlin and Prank Master
-He’s not normal he will sometimes make his eyes and mouth glow and stand in peoples doorways in the middle of the night.
-Cass wants pets but she travels too much so she shares a lizard with Damian and keeps a cat at Barbara’s apartment.
-Superman was Dick’s pansexual awakening
-Jason realized he was bi when he got nervous around the other street rat boys cause he wanted them to think he was pretty but he also wanted the girls to think he was cool.
-Tim knew he was trans like fresh out the womb the boy said “I seem to be missing a penis When will that be arriving?”
-Damian has been with Bruce since he was 4 and Tim started living with Bruce when he was 3 because the Drakes forgot him in their mansion and he wandered over to the Wayne estate.
-Alfred keeps a Polaroid of him, Thomas, Martha and baby Bruce hidden in his nightstand.
-Dick really likes the smell of lavender
-Jason is allergic to shellfish
-Damian once filled Duke’s closet with potatoes, the reason has never been discovered
-Duke picked up obnoxiously dancing around sweating from Dick. Bro says shot like that really puts a fly in my jam cause he knows it pisses everyone off. He is the ultimate troll.
-Cass once loosened every light bulb in the manor so they wouldn’t turn on and framed Tim because he wouldn’t share his coffee cake with her one time. Tim had to then replace every light bulb in the manor.
-Jason is slowly convincing his siblings about Dick’s scumbag era one grant photo and edgy diary entry at a time.
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beautifulsnake2162020 · 3 months ago
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Okay this is probably going into my "WIP" ideas list - but inspiration just struck and I need to record my unhinged and unfiltered thoughts somewhere:
So for brief context, I'm currently watching Season 2 of Heaven Official's Blessings and in episode 3 I couldn't help but be touched by the discussion of Hua Cheng and Xie Lian on what is the difference between a house and a home and Xie Lian realizing that he hasn't had a home in a long time. And add to the somewhat parenting dynamics of Lang Ying and I couldn't help but think what if Hualian had a child after their marriage (I couldn't help myself I just had to know if they get a happy ending). Yes I will admit this is probably another self-insert OC because I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be Hualian's child.
Imagine a child who also has heterochromia in the same way Hua Cheng had and this child was so bullied not just because of the heterochromia but this child also can see and talk to ghosts and the otherworldly. So during ghost month this child was weeping somewhere near Xie Lian's shrine and asking anyone who would listen if there was something wrong with them (I'm using gender neutral pronouns for now because this is just a brain fart idea that needed to be released) and if they were bad because the bullying was so severe. And then Hua Cheng (in his real appearance) comforts the child and shares with them their story.
"You know I was also bullied because of my eyes."
"Really?"
"Yes, little one. It had gotten so bad that I thought life had no meaning anymore."
"What happened?" Hua Cheng gives a gentle smile at the child.
"Someone saved me."
"How?"
"He gave me something to live for."
The child calmed down and was now truly listening to Hua Cheng. And behind the child was Xie Lian sharing a knowing look and a smile with Hua Cheng.
"Would you like to meet him little one?"
I'll admit I picture this OC as a daughter because I want to see Hualian as the protective fathers over their daughter and I want to write scenes of Hualian threatening her male suitors of the consequences of getting her pregnant and a threat to all of her suitors (regardless of them being mortal, immortal, male, female, etc) of the consequences of breaking their daughter's heart. But it could also go the same way with a son.
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lolahasmoxie · 11 months ago
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Friends to Something More (E.M.)
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Friends to Lovers with Eddie Munson.
But not the "we've secretly been in love with each other for 15+ years since we were kids" FtL.
It's the "we're in our mid-20s and are just now noticing each other." FtL.
You could admit that Eddie was attractive; you had eyes. But he was Eddie. You were his bro and best bud, and you occasionally played wing-man for him at The Hideout.
Eddie could admit that you were beautiful, but he always saw you as more like a sister. He would fart and burp in front of you, but also wing-man for you as well.
Then, one day, you're both 25.
You're at The Hideout with the gang, and Eddie can't help but watch you walk away to the bar to get the next round of drinks.
Had your ass always jiggled like that?
You give the drink order to the bartender and turn around just in time to catch Eddie looking at you.
Wait, since when did his lips get that plump?
Throughout the night, Eddie sidles closer and closer to you. When his arm wraps around your shoulder as he talks to Steve, you can't help but give a quick inhale. You hope Eddie doesn't notice; he absolutely does.
Fuck, has he always smelled this good?
Eddie is talking to Steve, but all he can think about is how the perfume you're wearing makes him want to bite your flesh and how wonderful your body feels pressed to his side.
At the end of the night, you and Eddie decide to share a cab since he's staying at your apartment for the night.
He has a small go-bag of items in your bathroom, and you take turns getting ready. Once in your PJs, you settle on the sofa to watch a bad horror movie. Eddie is tense, but you don't say anything because you know he'll tell you when he's ready.
About 40 minutes later, Eddie finally turns to you and clears his throat.
"Everything okay?"
"I want to do something, and if you at any point don't like it, just tell me to fuck off, and we'll never speak of it again."
"Okay, now I'm scared."
"I really, really, REALLY want to kiss you right now.
"Oh, fuck off, Eddie."
"It's not a joke. I don't know why, but the thought popped into my brain at The Hideout, and I feel like I might die if I don't find out."
Your mouth hangs open, and you feel the same desire as you study his face. Good lord, he was so fucking pretty. Your eyes glance down briefly to his lips before you return his gaze.
"Please."
You learn Eddie is serious and intense when he has his mind on something. And he doesn't do anything half-assed, either.
He raises his calloused hands to cup your cheeks, warm brown eyes staring intensely into yours. You feel like melting as his thumbs slowly caress your cheeks. You've never had anyone look at you like this, had someone look at you so reverently before.
Eddie can't remember when a woman looked at him like you were now. Had a woman ever looked at him like this? Like he was the sun, and you were simply compeleld to follow.
He leans in, and there's a slight pause before your lips touch.
It's the last breath before the dive.
He rubs his nose softly against yours and smiles when you softly gasp. He would do anything to hear that noise again.
Then his lips are against yours, so soft and featherlight.
A kiss.
Then there's another, but with slightly more pressure.
He's the one who licks across the seam of your lip; he's the first to hum as you open for him. His hands keep you secure, thumbs caressing your face as he pulls you closer.
Then you're in his lap. You rest your weight entirely on him, and you can feel his cock grow hard under you. When Eddie finally pulls away, his eyes are almost all black, and he looks at you like he wants to devour you.
"Please let me take you to bed?"
"Isn't that kind of fast?"
Eddie can't help but chuckle as he pulls you down wholly on top of him. He peppers your face with kisses as you giggle.
"You take your coffee with a touch of cream and 1 sugar. You absolutely HATE pickles; you won't even eat the fries that touch the pickle spear at Benny's. Your favorite relative is your Aunt Deb, and you would throw me into traffic for a chance with Jason Newsted."
Your jaw hits the floor as you rest your head against his chest. Even though he can't see the smile on your face, he knows it's there.
"You tell people you like your coffee black, but that's a lie. You like it with enough milk that it turns a light tan. You love pickles so much that you always eat the one off my plate. Uncle Wayne is your favorite person on the planet, and you would throw me into traffic for a chance with Lita Ford."
He pulls you up and claims your lips once more.
"It may be fast," he mumbles against your lips. "but I'm not freaked out. Are you?"
"The only thing I'm freaked out about is how good you are at kissing. Seriously, who knew Eddie Munson could kiss like this?"
"Let me take you to bed; there's a whole lot more I can show you, Sweetheart."
FtL: where both participants know that they've just had their last first kiss.
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alienducky · 11 months ago
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Fire Emblem Three Houses Crochet Wyvern - attempt 1
I finally finished it! It's taken me since the end of March 2022 (on and off, I got sidetracked making Alligator Loki for a while) but my prototype wyvern is done
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Wyvern is 123.5 inches / 10foot 3.5 inches / 313.69cm wingtip to wingtip, and 56 inches / 4 foot 6 inches / 142.24cm nose to tail tip, and roughly 6 lbs / 2.72 kg ish. So a chunky baby He was made out of aran weight yarn using a 5mm hook and for the most part is Tunisian knit stitch. His toes were done in Tunisian simple stitch, and I think I did his teeth in normal rounds?
And now I do a cut to save everyone's feeds from all the pictures I'm going to share ^_^
(For reference, here are two photos of the wyvern from in game)
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First, a few more angles on wyvern, and then I'll point out things I want to change for the next one
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He's a handsome lad, and very recognisable for what he's meant to be!
But he also could be improved. A lot
Example 1, I lined up wyverns nose and tail tip against the in game 3d model to see how close he was to being accurate. And, er. yeah.
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To give myself credit, when I first started this back in March 2022, I was working out lengths and widths and general sizing from screenshots taken from examining units in Three Houses, where I traced the outline onto a sheet of paper to measure things and perspective makes things AWKWARD, ok? (As is having brain farts and not remembering that the ruler had metric on the other side of it, but shush, let's not mention that bit)
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So the biggest thing to fix will be the scaling, if I can. I can definitely make the tail longer, the head shorter and thinner, the chest between the wings thinner, the wing sockets bulkier, and thanking all the stars, the wings get to be smaller too. By a LOT
The other major thing I want to do different/better is how the ridges along his back from nose to tail tip work.
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While they do work on wyvern, they don't look as great as I think they potentially can? So I'm going to be doing double layers of crochet, sort of, to help give the sticky up bit of the overlapping ridges more definition, and hopefully make them look like the slightly thicker scaling they're meant to be. It'll also help to smooth them out, so they won't have the weird dips where I've joined one to the next
I'm going to do the wings differently too, because what I did with these ones was quite frankly awful? I cut each wing segment into individual pieces to then hem and flip inside out to over sew the visible edges, and then hemmed up the sides that went inside the struts to then sew the crocheted parts to the fabric. So the fabric was the cheese to the crochet bread in this awful, awful sandwich situation. I am also never, ever buying anything that is even vaguely silky or satiny or slippery ever again for anything
For the next one I'll keep the two pieces of wing fabric as one big piece, since the top and bottom of the wing membranes are actually slightly different colours if you look closely, but I'm going to cheat and use some of that iron on hemming tape stuff to fill the inside of the fabric after I've done all the outer hemming and over sewing so it'll kind of look like all the veins and stuff that the membranes have? So the fabric hopefully won't slip around so much, so will be easier to sew, and keeping it as one big piece means there's less change of me messing up the positioning of the struts on the panels because the wings on this one aren't equal despite my best efforts
Next is Claude's white wyvern, but it'll be made with DK yarn and either a 3.5 or 4mm hook, so it will (hopefully) come out significantly smaller than this one. And that one is going to get plastic boning/skeleton in it, so it'll be poseable!!!
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konako · 2 months ago
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an alternate universe of an alternate universe? what the fuck is going on in the rlh, bless you and screw canon material ;)
WHAT THE FUCK IS WDC:BB? (it's complicated)
Hohooh, this will be fun. Let me try to explain how this happened in the simplest of ways, without being put in virtual jail. As it's truly this:
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It all started back in 2021. When we were still young, naive and pure....
The Ruby Lucas Appreciation life was seeing a resurgence thanks to some maniacs out there somewhere. Gifsets were flowing, asks were coming in, ideas were brewing.
The domino pieces were being placed...
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Anon sends me a message about a trope they like. I agree. I imagine Red Queen in that trope. Kat (@lovecanbesostrange) sees the vision.
A writing demon takes over Kat's body. She writes a fic.
Safe Cage is born.
Unrelated to that (somehow)
Anon sends me a message to share a fun fact about a college football team with an interesting name. I reply with a silly idea for a story. As you can see in the replies under the post, Kat and I went mad again.
The Ruby Lucas Harem Server is created.
RRCAU is born.
It doesn't stop there...
RRCAU is developed over three years of collaboration and compatible unhinged behaviour. The story grows, we uncover the backstory, the supporting characters, the dynamics, the many different developments... It's a complete story.
But see. Kat has been cursed with a fantastic, fruitful imagination...
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We had a habit of taking stories and imagining "What-Ifs" to some scenarios (because we struggle with definite decisions when it comes to plot, and we like to experiment! who doesn't?). It was fun to think of what could have been different and how that change would affect the larger story.
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Soon enough, Kat had a thought: What if, instead of changing an event in the later parts of the story, we changed it in the very beginning?
What if Ruby's miserable up-bringing in a trailer park with a passively neglectful mother... was WORSE?
What If: Ruby was raised in troubling poverty by a physically, verbally and mentally abusive, constantly intoxicated mother?
Worse!RRCAU is born.
Still not connected to that (Palpatine has returned)
Anon sends me a message about Regina wanting people to kneel. I reply with a joke about Ruby being eager to kneel, so they work as a couple.
Kat sees that. She adds to that. She chooses violence. And she writes about it.
DRK AU is born.
These three AUs lived together in harmony. (Ruby disagrees. She keeps getting fucked over).
Until a 4am thought attacked.
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Narrator: she did think mean things.
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We.... thouroughly fucked Red over this time. Meticulously. We thought nothing of it. Torturing Red was routine. It was for fun! A 4am angsty brain fart!
But then the scary thing happened: it started to make sense.
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There was no coming back from there. The story took over. We had no power over it. It had power over us.
WDC combined the three big stories that contributed the least with the rent in our heads:
Worse (Worse!RRCAU) brought the world without magic and the usual translations that came with it. Along with the setting, it brought the feeling of Red's early life and how it shaped her to be accostumed to abuse. Dark (DRK AU) brought the torture, the body mods, the calculated disfiguration of Red and the need for a domestic life that would attempt to heal it. Cage (Safe Cage) brought the most important: Corrupted Red Snow. Red as Snow's weapon. The manipulation, the abuse, the years and years of conditioning, lying, training, until Red was no longer a person, but a monster to serve Snow's needs. Originally, it also brought Regina, as the opposition to Snow's force, and the person that stepped in at the right time to rescue Red.
It was clear. It was obvious. It was meant to exist.
Art was made.
And something that's important to note: in WDC, Red is kind of the bad guy. She's Snow's Bodyguard, Guard Dog, Pet. She has no agency, and she does whatever Snow orders her to do.
Including severely hurting Belle.
The way that Red hurt Belle is critical to WDC. (Don't worry, I won't go there). It's a major part of Red's story, and a defining moment in Belle's development. The trauma was even responsible for the unearthing of a new ship: Kansas Beauty. A relationship that began in, of all places, a mental health facility.
It was a fascinating story. A vessel to some dark, dark thoughts. It was to be kept in a secret alley, to never see the light of day (much like WDC!RED—). I failed at that one job, but... whatever. Anyway!!
We explored other stories, parallel to that. We have the range. (While confined to the Red Snow spectrum...) We thought of different things...
Then. Kat thought more thoughts.
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And I indulged her with a list of possibilities to fit that desire. Among which there was:
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Kat had even more thoughts.
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This change took us to a similar place, with a similar brain wave. (It happens often)
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And.... yeah..... This had some... unforseen consequences.....
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This is where we are.
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keen-li · 1 year ago
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EVEN IN MY SLEEP
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You're currently on a road trip with bangchan and his kids. Chan's in the drivers seat and changbin in the passenger's seat, after arguing with minho about it.
You're sat by the window behind changbin, minho is in the middle of you and hyunjin.
And the other's are in another car tailing behind you.
You laugh when minho turns around to communicate with han in the other car, you actually wonder how han was able to win shotgun over seungmin.
Anyway minho and han continue to share hand waves as the rest of you have tiny conversations and laughs. But eventually everything dies down and silence envelopes the car.
Your brain takes that as the time to shut off since you've been tired during this week of work, since you had to work an extra shift to make up for the week you'll be away on this trip with the boys.
Nobody bothers you when they notice your shut eyes. They know you've been busy at work this week, you've complained to them when you were loading the car.
"Minho, put her head on your shoulder" chan says nodding to your head bouncing against the window cause of the bumpy road. Chan watches through the mirror as minho obeys. He doesn't have a problem with you on his shoulder he just hopes you don't drool. You don't.
You're so relaxed that your mind fades into dream. It feels so relaxing and real that you don't register that you're in a car, and it's filled with men. Until minho is tapping you and calling your name for you to wake up.
You sit up still distorted and mad that they woke you up from yor dream. With blurry eyes you stare at the man who just woke you up.
"What? Are we there?" You turn to look out the window but the car is still in motion. Its gonna be a long trip.
"No-" Minho begins but is cut off by changbin's loud voice.
"Y/n what the fuck were you dreaming of" he laughs and you're even more confused when hyunjin bursts out laughing.
Did you do something?
Did you fart? Oh geez you hope you didn't fart, but telling by their straight faces and the closed windows to protect you from the cold, you didn't fart.
Maybe you snorted. Oh that's embarrassing.
"What? Did I do something" you look at chan hoping he can give you some info but he just smirks.
"What? Guys tell me" you plead and they continued to laugh within themselves.
You're so confused and your starting to get frustrated. Minho notices your frustration and decides to speak up.
"Y/n you were moaning"
"More like whimpering" hyunjin cuts in.
What the- why. Shit that's embarrassing. Were you loud?
Did you say any nam-
"Oh chan. Channie" changbin cuts your thoughts by repeating your whimpers.
Fuck you were moaning chan's name. They could hear. Looking at the grin on his face you're sure he heard you loud and clear.
You wish the door would open right now and you'd fly onto the road. You hide your face behind your hands as you continue to hear changbin repeat your desperate plee for chan.
Fed up you smack his arm and telling him to shut up. The other guys watch your interaction and laugh. You hear minho and hyunjin make fun of the situation too and you turn to give them your attention but before you can lay your hands on them chan's voice speaks.
"Guys stop it...mistakes happen" he holds in the pride he feels "she can't control it"
He's not even helping, he's enjoying this too.
You try and recall the dream you had. Then it hits you..
Shit your were dreaming about chan railing you. You slap yourself mentally. Your brain couldn't stop thinking about the actions you and chan did two days before this. You hope the boys think nothing of this cause you don't want the to know that you had chan are fucking.
Thats why hes got that stupid grin on his face cause he knows even your mind can't forget him.
You hide yourself tightly into the corner hiding your face from the other.
"Ooo.. channie I'm gonna cu-" Minho whispers by your ear and your cringe. You hear chan laugh and you get even more embarrassed. You're not gonna fuck him by the fire place like he said, especially not after this behaviour. He's not even defendng you.
They start mumbling some phrases to make you feel better and less embarrassed but nothing helps, especially if it's coming from chan. You're not upset you're just really embarrassed.
You get a text and even doubt opening it but you do. And you groan when you read it.
[Hannie] bae you were moaning? 😭
How the fuck does he know, who told him and what time?
Then you see the phone in minho's hand and you give a death glare.
Fuck this is so embarrassing.
You wish maybe it would've been better if you just snorted or something.
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