#if i really screwed something up let me know

[sturnlsstuff]

PLEASE WRITE A ONESHOT OF CHRIS OVERSTIMULATING Y/N AND FUCKING HER WITH A VIBRATOR OR SOMETHING LIKE DOM!CHRIS BRAT!READER PLEAAASEEE

CHRIS PUTS YOU IN YOUR PLACE AFTER BEING A BRAT ALL DAY

[smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, mdni]

chris's cock is buried deep inside you as he pounds into you mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the room. his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly every now and then, the bed creaking, headboard hitting against the wall from how hard he was fucking you.

you didn't really mean to be a brat today. the attitude you would give him all day was driving chris insane. he would let it slide if you two were alone, but talking back to him in front of his brothers and friends? hell no.

you knew you're screwed when he practically dragged you out of his friend's house, pushed you into the car and in total silence drove home.

did you expect him to get annoyed with you? yes. did you know exactly what the consequences would be? not really.

your pussy constantly clenching around him as you gasp for air after another orgasm you just had. "fuckin' squeezin' me so tight.... wanted to act like a brat, huh?" he pants, "couldn't fuckin'.... behave— this what you wanted? still think you're so clever now?" his thumb presses firmly against your neck when you shake your head desperately, his other hand digs into your hip hard enough to bruise.

"c-clever... no, i don't— i... oh—" stumbling over your words, another moan leaves you when he keeps hitting your g-spot perfectly, overstimulating you on purpose.

"no, huh?" his gaze is intense as you lock eyes with him, his face a mixed mask of annoyance and lust. "then shut the fuck up and take it—" he squeezes your throat a bit harder, cutting off your air supply slightly as he pounds into you relentlessly.

you're seeing stars when the knot in your belly keeps growing again, completely going dumb on his dick which causes him to twitch inside you. "close again? f-fuckk, such a good fuckin' girl takin' my cock this— should i let you cum? after you were so— fuckin'— annoying all day—?"

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry c-chris—"

"sorry? now you're fuckin' sorry?"

"please—" that's all you're able to choke out, gripping the sheets as your orgasm crashes down over you like a wave. he groans at the feeling of you creaming around him again.

his composure shatters, with a shuddering growl he presses fully inside you, his knot starting to swell "shittt, ma... stay still... don't... fuckin'... move—"

he rides out his high, eyes locked on the way your eyebrows knitted together and mouth is slack open, whines and cries out of pleasure leaving your lips.

you're pretty sure he's done and you're able to get some air especially when his grip on your throat loosens. but oh, how much you underestimated your boyfriend sometimes.

as the aftershocks of his release fade, chris glances at the vibrator lying on the nightstand, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. still buried deep inside you, he reaches for the device with a mischievous glint in his eye. you're fully oblivious to his plan, laying with your eyes closed until he picks up the vibrator and turns it on, the high pitched whine filling the room. he presses the device against your clit, the vibrations making you jerk and twitch despite being so thoroughly fucked. "open your eyes, brat. see what else we got... your favorite little toy, hm?"

a muffled scream escapes you, eyes fluttering open to look down at what he was doing. breath hitches in your throat, "chris—" you try to sway his hand away too overstimulated, but not trying hard enough when it hurts so good.

he ignores your whines, pressing the vibrator more firmly against you, his other hand reaching out to grab your thigh and throw your leg over his shoulder, opening you up even more. "too sensitive?" his tone mocks you, eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you squirm.

chris leans forward and captures your mouth in a rough, dominating kiss, biting down on your lower lip, then tugging it gently as he continues to press the vibrator against you. "look at you, so pretty and overwhelmed..." you moan against his lips, feeling his hips slowly start moving, thrusting in and out as the toy continues to assault your swollen bud.

"t-too much, chris... please— oh!"

"too much, huh? but you're still so fuckin' tight.... m'not stoppin' until you can't take anymore." he pulls back from the kiss, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he observes your trembling legs and flushed cheeks. "gonna cum f'me again? seems like your greedy pussy can't get enough, hm?"

"i— i can't—" your hips twitch upwards to press more against the toy, feeling his cock moving hard enough to make your toes curl.

"yeaaah, you can, c'mon gorgeous... where's that attitude you were giving me all day?" he punctuates his words with a deep thrust. as you clench around him and grind against the vibrator, he presses it harder, stimulating your clit, the buzzing driving you wild. "thaaaat's it, brat... fuckkk—"

the stimulation with him repeatedly hitting your sweet spots has you coming undone again, you let out high pitched moans, your whole body shaking. "holy shit— hurts so... s-so good—"

he smirks, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you flush against his chest as he continues to thrust gently and keep the vibrator pressed against your swollen bud. "y'love it, though.." he growls in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "maybe this will— mmmhm, teach you how to behave—"

your fingers tangle into his hair to hold onto anything, nails digging into his back what only spurrs him on.

his thrusts becoming a little more forceful as he drives himself deeper inside you, feeling his release building again at the way you clench around him like a vice. the toy keeps buzzing against you at the same time, the combination of sensations overwhelming your poor, overstimulated pussy.

"chris if you— don't stop— oh! m'gonna— cum again—" your eyes rolling back, back arching upwards. "go ahead, baby." he pants in your ear, his voice hoarse from holding back his own release. he can feel your inner walls starting to spasm, ready to convulse around him again, your body tensing up getting closer to another release that you clearly can't handle. "gimme one more, c'mon..."

"i'm— fuck... cumming— chris, i'm—" you cry out, your body shaking uncontrollably as euphoria consumes you, completely overpowering your other senses. he watches you with satisfaction, keeping the vibrator pressed against you, prolonging your orgasm. it makes you squeeze around him so tight, he barely can move, "goddamn—"

he keeps you flush against him as he finally lets out a groan and releases inside you, flooding your already overworked pussy with his seed. you gasp for air, eyes fluttering open as you weakly mutter, "too much chris—"

he smiles against you, finally turning off the vibrator and gently pulling it away from your swollen, quivering flesh. "yeah?" he asks mischievously, nuzzling into your neck and biting gently at the sensitive skin there. "gonna keep being a brat?"

you shake your head just as he lifts up his, looking at your fucked out expression. then he captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his ego boosted at the way he clearly wore you out.

"can i get cuddles tonight?" you mutters against his lips, a chuckle escapes him. "obviously."

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[tokkette]

・❥・ ── 𝒥AKE 𝒟ASH

pairing. idol ex-bf! Jake Sim x fem!reader synopsis. Jake messed up, and now he’s determined to win back your forgiveness even if it means becoming your personal Door Dash. genre. exes-to-lovers, fluff, humor, redemption arc wc. 2,347 notes. this is something I came up with at 4 am so idk

jake sim was standing on your doorstep. again.

“you’re late,” you said, arms crossed as you leaned against the doorframe.

“by, like, two minutes,” he muttered, holding up the bag of takeout. “cut me some slack. traffic exists.”

“excuses,” you shot back, snatching the bag from his hand. “but since i’m feeling generous, i’ll let it slide. for now.”

jake rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. he never did these days.

this wasn’t some casual arrangement. no, jake was here because he had to be. he’d been showing up with your food almost daily for weeks now, and the only reason you tolerated it and him was because he was paying penance.

“why are you still doing this?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe as he lingered awkwardly on your porch.

“you know why,” he said, his voice soft.

and you did. jake felt bad. no, jake felt guilty. ever since your breakup, he’d been walking around like a kicked puppy, and it wasn’t even you who’d done the kicking. he was the one who screwed things up, the one who let you down. and for some reason, that guilt had manifested into this ridiculous arrangement.

it all started three weeks ago when he’d shown up unannounced with boba tea.

“what are you doing here?” you’d asked, glaring at him from the doorway.

“i…i just wanted to apologize,” he’d stammered, shifting on his feet. “for everything.”

“and you thought bubble tea would fix it?”

“no.” he’d sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i just… i don’t know how to make it up to you. but i’ll do anything. seriously, just name it.”

you didn’t know why the words left your mouth. maybe you were still angry. maybe you wanted to see how far he’d actually go. either way, you’d looked him dead in the eye and said:

“be my personal door dash.”

jake had blinked. “wait, what?”

“you heard me,” you’d said, crossing your arms. “you want me to forgive you? then prove it. deliver my food whenever i want, no complaints, no excuses. maybe then i’ll consider it.”

and to your absolute shock, he’d agreed.

now, here he was, standing on your porch for what felt like the millionth time, looking equal parts tired and determined.

“don’t you have better things to do?” you asked, taking a sip from your drink.

“probably,” he said, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “but i don’t care. i messed up, and i’ll keep doing this as long as it takes for you to forgive me.”

you stared at him, the straw frozen halfway to your lips. he was serious. he’d always been serious about you, even when he’d screwed things up.

“jake,” you said quietly, “you don’t have to do this.”

“yes, i do,” he said firmly. “i hurt you. and if being your door dash is what it takes to make it right, then that’s what i’ll do.”

you hated how your heart clenched at his words, how that stupid sincerity in his voice made you want to believe him. but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook just yet.

“well,” you said, leaning back against the doorframe, “as long as you’re here, i could really go for some dumplings tomorrow.”

jake’s lips quirked into a small smile. “you got it.”

maybe one day you’d forgive him for real. maybe one day you’d stop making him run all over town to bring you food. but for now, you were content to let him work for it.

after all, the boy owed you more than just dumplings.

© tokkette

[songbirdseung]

simply jaded / sim jaeyun

going into the new year single again was not gonna be on your bingo card anymore. the problem was that no other guy could satisfy you nor treat you like your best friend did. so maybe, why not date him instead?

going into the new year single again was not something you had planned for. after a string of disappointing dates and relationships that fizzled out faster than fireworks, you were fed up. no one seemed to measure up, no one could treat you the way you wanted, the way you deserved. except, maybe, your best friend.

the thought had crossed your mind more times than you’d like to admit. jake had always been there for you—kind, funny, supportive. he knew you inside and out, better than anyone else. so why not give it a shot? maybe dating your best friend wasn’t such a crazy idea after all.

with a mix of nerves and determination, you grabbed your phone and sent him a text. it was short, direct, and maybe a little impulsive: “why don’t we just date each other?”

you barely had time to process your own boldness when your bedroom door flew open, and there stood jake, slightly out of breath and looking thoroughly baffled.

"are you stupid or just that desperate?" he blurted out, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. he wasn’t angry, just visibly confused—and maybe a little disgusted at the sudden proposition. "oh c'mon," you said, sitting up straighter. "you make it sound like i'm a horrible person to go out with."

"well, you kind of are," he shot back, crossing his arms. "with how indecisive and bossy—hey, don't even think about throwing that pillow," he warned, cutting himself off as you grabbed one from your bed.

you rolled your eyes but put the pillow down. "you're acting like you're repulsed by the idea of dating me."

jake scoffed, though there was no malice in it. "and if i am? will you drop the idea?"

"tell me what's so bad about us dating?" you challenged, crossing your arms now, mirroring his stance.

he sighed, ruffling his hair in that way he always did when he was thinking. "it’s not that it’s bad," he admitted, his tone softening a little. "it’s just... weird. we've been best friends for so long. what if it ruins everything?"

"or," you countered, leaning forward slightly, "what if it makes everything better?"

he paused at that, the room growing quiet as he considered your words. "you’re really serious about this, aren’t you?" he finally said, his voice quieter, more thoughtful.

"i am," you nodded. "look, jake, we already know each other better than anyone else. we trust each other, we have fun together. isn’t that what people want in a relationship?"

"yeah, but... what if we screw it up?" his voice was laced with genuine concern, and it tugged at your heart.

"then we deal with it. but i’d rather take the chance than keep wondering 'what if.' wouldn’t you?"

he let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing a bit. "you always have to make things complicated, don’t you?"

you smirked. "you love it."

"yeah, yeah," he muttered, but there was a small smile playing on his lips now. "fine. but if this goes south, i’m blaming you."

"deal," you grinned.

he shook his head, still looking a bit amused and bewildered. "guess we're doing this, huh?"

"guess we are," you said, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.

jake sat down next to you on the bed, bumping his shoulder against yours. "well, if i’m going to be your boyfriend now, does that mean i get to boss you around for once?"

you laughed, shoving him playfully. "don’t push your luck, sim."

he chuckled, leaning back on his hands. "this is going to be interesting."

"yeah," you agreed, smiling. "but i think it’s going to be worth it."

and just like that, the new year suddenly didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

the first date came quicker than expected. jake insisted on planning everything, wanting to make it special. after all, this wasn’t just any date—it was the first date, a big step from best friends to something more.

when he picked you up, he was noticeably different. instead of his usual teasing grin, he had a nervous smile. he even opened the car door for you, which immediately made you suspicious.

"wow, look at you being all gentlemanly," you teased as you slid into the seat.

"well, i thought i'd make an effort," he replied, scratching the back of his neck as he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

the restaurant he chose was cozy and intimate, a little different from the casual places you usually went to together. jake pulled out your chair for you, then sat down across from you, trying to maintain a composed and charming demeanor. it was almost too much.

"okay, who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?" you joked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"very funny," he muttered, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to suppress a smile.

as the evening went on, it was clear that jake was struggling. he kept catching himself before saying something sarcastic or teasing, his usual go-to moves. instead, he attempted to be more romantic, which only made things more awkward. like when he tried to compliment you but stumbled over his words.

"you look... um, really... uh, nice tonight," he said, his face turning a little red.

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, covering your mouth with your hand. "jake, seriously? 'nice'? that’s the best you’ve got?"

"hey, give me a break," he groaned, leaning back in his chair. "this whole romantic thing is harder than it looks."

"just be yourself," you encouraged, still chuckling. "i liked you better when you were teasing me about my terrible taste in movies."

he grinned, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. "so you do admit your movie taste is terrible."

"don’t push it," you warned playfully, narrowing your eyes.

the rest of the date became much more relaxed after that. jake let go of the awkward attempt to be overly romantic and instead fell back into his usual rhythm—teasing, joking, and making you laugh until your sides hurt. it felt right, natural, like slipping into a comfortable old sweater.

as you left the restaurant, walking side by side, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "okay, maybe i overdid it with the whole gentleman act," he admitted, glancing at you.

"just a bit," you teased, squeezing his hand. "but it was sweet. thanks for trying."

he stopped walking, turning to face you. "i’ll get the hang of this boyfriend thing," he said, his tone more serious now. "just... bear with me?"

"you’re doing fine," you assured him, smiling softly. "we’ll figure it out together."

"yeah," he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "together."

and with that, you continued walking, this was the beginning of something new, and you were both ready for whatever came next—together.

[r4fe-cam3ron]

Ooo Hii! If it’s okay, totally okay if not (also excuse my rambling)

Can I please request a Tangerine x reader where he’s on the train with lemon for the bullet train mission and he sees a girl and her bf, the bf is being really mean to her and she’s crying, and Tan immediately intervenes, definitely threatening the man after saying something to Y/n like, “Darling is this man bothering you?” Tan offering for her to come sit with him and Lemon instead of with this “prick” (Tan’s words lol), and when she tries to stand up, her bf grabs her wrist to stop her and Oooo boy does this light a fire in Tangerine who 100% at this time takes his gun out and points it at the man until he lets her go. And with Tangerine gently rubbing her back, she breaks up with her bf right then and there. Anyways, Tan walks Y/n over to their seats with a gentle hand on her back, making sure the crying girl is okay and telling her how she deserves better🥺

hi lovely! i am so sorry that this took forever for me to respond to </3 i hope that you enjoy and that it’s what you were wanting! thank you for being patient 💜 w; weird, toxic, boyfriend (boooo!) but not to fret, a handsome man with blue eyes saves the day. there’s a mention of a gun, and some mentions of the movie but no death! (lower case intended!)

tangerine and lemon were on a mission — grab a brief case, keep an eye on the white death’s loser son, then receive a bunch of dough and get on to the next mission.

yet, something kept bothering him — a lad at the end of the train and a woman who seemed as if she had been crying. tangerine couldn’t tell for sure, but her eyes looked sad, wet, and bloodshot.

the man — who had on a terrible tracksuit — had his head lowered, the girl to his side seemed to be flinching at every whispered word being spoken aloud.

he stands, buttoning his jacket. lemon stares up at him. “what are you doin’, mate?”

tangerine clears his throat, brows pinching together as his eyes trail away for only a moment. “i’ll be back,” he pats lemons shoulder before motioning over to the tattooed male by the window. “watch that delinquent.”

“i’m right here.” the russian boy says with a bit of sass. tangerine simply spares him a a glance before walking away and towards the back of the train.

he stops, the boys lowered voice never stopping, though tangerine still couldn't tell what he was saying.

your eyes quickly dart towards the stranger before they quickly drop towards the table again. the man clears his throat — your boyfriends words ceasing, head snapping over, veins protruding from his neck.

tangerine’s face screws up a bit — what a…different looking person. “i couldn’t help but notice that you look stressed, love,” he motions towards you. he waits until your eyes finally look over at him once more, a reassuring smile on his face.

“everything alright?”

your teeth bite into your bottom lip, chin wobbling a bit as you hesitantly nod when you distinctly feel the burning gaze of your boyfriend.

tan’s eyebrows lift, head tilting. “you’ll have to speak up for me to actually believe—”

“she said yes, what more do you want?”

tangerine waits a moment, eyes looking down at the boy. “she didn’t say anything. it’s also rude to cut off others. think before you do it again,” he looks back at you. “come with me.” he motions for you to stand.

you want to leave. very much so, and this is the time to do it. you don’t know the stranger — this handsome angel who showed up out of no where — but you feel as if you could trust him.

reaching for your bag, a hand quickly shoots out and grabs your wrist before you could move to stand, pinning your forearm to the table.

“you’re not leaving.” there’s something that pokes his side, his grip wavering their hold.

“i think you need to let go of her wrist before we cause a bigger problem, right, mate?”

his jaw clenches, eyes clouding with anger. slowly pulling his hand away from you, you stand quickly and slide out of your seat, into the hallway. tan never pulls away from him until your close enough.

slipping the gun back into the back of his pants, his hand presses against your back in a gentle touch, careful not to startle you.

“let’s get you away from this prick, hm?”

you smile a bit and nod, allowing him to lead you towards a different seat. he glances back at the boy, flashing his gun one last time, smirking.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Charles, Monty, and Edwin (Holiday AU: Holi)

Jenny sighs. “Listen, kid, I’m not your father.”

Charles flinches. That’s not- He never said- “I never said you were.”

“Yeah, but I know what it’s like to carry around that kind of fucking weight,” Jenny says, and the breath leaves Charles’ lungs. “To be scared of other people turning out to be like your old man because you’re worried about becoming your old man. But ask anyone- those guys who are head-over-heels for you, your best friends, your mom, who can’t stop bragging about you- and they’ll tell you that you’re not him. And you’ll never be, because you care too much to let it happen. Screw the past, kid- you can be whoever you want.”

Charles feels like he’s been hit with a truck. That’s not- he can’t be-

Charles shouldn’t be spilling his guts to a woman he barely knows. But he can’t help himself, because how can anyone help but stare at themselves in the mirror and touch their face to check if they’re seeing things or if that creature in their reflection is really them? If you can actually see the truth in your own reflection, or if it’s just lying to you and you’ll never be anything more than the scared little kid haunting you from within your very bones?

“But how- god, how do you know?” Charles asks. “Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror, all I can see is him. See his eyebrows, his eyes, his hands- god, how do you know that you won’t end up like them? That your love won’t hurt everything it touches if you’re not careful?”

Jenny purses her lips. “Listen, kid. I’ve had shitty relationships. I’ve had a shitty father. But I’ve made something of myself. And you did too. You and I- we both know something about wounds. We both know something about stitches. I took over my dad’s shop and became a butcher because I refused to let him cut me down. You became a nurse because you refused to let the wounds fester. Neither of us are our fucking fathers."

-aletterinthenameofsanity, it came a flower bright (amid the cold of winter)

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[mochimochimona]

Rewatching Arcane only Jayce and Viktor and it's hilarious S1 EP3

08.01.2025: So I forgot to include the first scenes with these two because I didn'T take it that serious before, so I added the other scenes from the Episode to have a more complete analysis.

Confident Viktor is so awesome and also: he can stand on his own and even move a little bit. It makes me sad to see how his sickness hadn't gotten a hold of him yet when he met Jayce. And also, his "we have to crank it" and unsure smile is so sweet.

This scene makes me 100% sure Viktor is a sneak little bitch and he is going very far to achieve his dreams. Oh wait.

"Why, Why would you risk this?" Viktors explanation is real here, I don't think he only wants to help Jayce because he is nice, but he has a dream, too. Which is even more important to point Jayce's reaction, how could I not include it here? He looks at Viktor so adoringly and happy, that he found someone who wants to help. And he smiles at him, after that, a little bit. It is a soft smile. I am struggling to interpret that as love, but definetly affection.

and than this shot, which makes me smile: "Our Hextech Dream". And that is important here, because for Jayce, nothing is more important to give magic to the people. And Viktor is the one who helps him the most.

The fact that Jayce keeps on touching Viktor after that is not lost on me, but again I am a touchy person myself and not romantically involved with everyone I do that with, so I leave it here as a character trait he has and a comrade-thing to do. Even if you don't know someone that long, you can do that without any thoughts behind. But I find it interesting that he is doing that just with Viktor. He never touched Mel before she made a move on him (he wasn't even flirting with her. WAIT A MINUTE).

And after that, onto doing mischief:

Honestly, I can see why people doubt the shipping, especially in the first few episodes (or the first season) but honestly, Viktor did like Jayce but more importantly he wanted Jayce to focus on their endeavor; when Mel showed up and Jayce was like this, smiling after her, Viktor was clearly pissed Jayce was not paying attention. I am weezing, Viktors face.

His pout.

And then this weird look, this short flash of...sadness? Disappointment?

Anyway, Jayce was staring at Mel for a long time. Not gonna lie. That's why I wasn't on the shipping train in the first season I guess.

Can't shake the feeling Viktor knew or something lol, now I have thought about it and now I am seeing things.

Like when they tried it out he was so sure it will hold.

So I was thinking why would Jayce be so protective of Viktor all the time, when Viktor is pretty confident (shown in the scene with Mel and the scene in the lab)

Edit 08.01.2025: Like he was calm and confident and saying "the resonance will stabilize it". We do love our confident scientist. As someone pointed out, there were a lot more scenes in this episode important to their relationship, but I started taking a closer look after this episode. So I will have to revisit them and take the other scenes into account, too. So don't be confused if the first episodes aren't in order!

Honestly asking: Is it just me, or am I delulu? In this scene Viktor says "ALL YOURS" and looks at Jayce like this. Yes, we know Viktor, all his. Every damn time *goes crying into a corner*

Anyway, before the Gemstones somewhat work, Jayce is guided by his memory of the mage how he could activate the gemstone, which is a nice thing to watch after knowing who that man is (and man, does Old Man Viktor look healthy??). And we get this magically scene with them, Viktor keeping the screw makes my heart clench.

This scene is really magical! I love it so much.

And how Viktor is smiling at Jayce!

But instead letting us see a close up of Jayce smiling back at Viktor, Heimerdinger comes in and Mel decided to show up, too and Jayce is giving her that look again.

So I rest my case here, that Jayce is fond of Viktor, but not romantically interested. Which makes me question myself but again, we don't see much of interaction with these two until Mel gets Jayce away from Viktor and the research. Hm. Interesting.

[hotvintagepoll]

Joe E. Brown (Some Like It Hot)—Where to begin? Despite from all appearances being perfectly average sized, his Little Guy energy is off the charts. His rubber face leaves Jim Carrey's in an exaggerated Looney Toons-style dust cloud. He was an actual cartoon character on several occasions. His calling card was just randomly SCREAMING. He was 100% down to marry Jack Lemmon. I could go on.

Brigitte Helm (Metropolis)— She’s a robot. She’s a communist revolutionary. She’s really bad at winking. She dances in the most awkward way I’ve ever seen in my life. She has emo eyeliner. What more could you want.

James Cagney (Yankee Doodle Dandy, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Public Enemy, White Heat, The Strawberry Blonde)—James Cagney is such a scrungler. He could dance, he could sing, he embodied the gangster role, he was a short king, he had curly hair, what more could you possibly want?? Something about his face just feels so Looney Toons to me. He's like a little bug and I'm observing him through my magnifying glass. I'm obsessed with his hair and his scrunging demeanor!!! He's the most guy to me of all time. I tried to draw him once and completely failed. You could crumple him up like a tissue and watch him float away in the breeze.

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Joe E. Brown:

The open-mouthed smile where he doesn't show his teeth automatically catapults to him to the top of my scrungly guy list, and that's without the absolute self-satisfaction and rapscallion energy of the final scene in Some Like It Hot. But come on. Look at him. THAT is a scrungly little guy. You've got to believe me

Brigitte Helm:

[Editor’s note for video: tw for slave imagery, eyeball horror, freaky statues, death references—generally just go forth with caution if you’re sensitive to horror/horror adjacent imagery.]

James Cagney:

Whaddya mean I've gotta SUBMIT Cagney? You look up scrungly in the dictionary and there's a picture of him RIGHT THERE. He IS the scrungle. -SHORT KING 5'4 3/4 (1.65m) I could put him in my pocket -When he rolls down his car window (in Mayor of Hell) sticks his head out and makes some snarky comment (which I didn't hear because I was way too distracted) it's like struck by lightning, let me tell you -His hair is so wavy and sometimes it falls over his forehead and then I die a little -He plays The Public Enemy number one, everyone thinks of this as "the one with the grapefruit scene" but it is SO SO much more than that, it's also the one where he wears little striped pajamas -Multilingual (Yes, I'm the same person who submitted EGR and listed this earlier. Yes, this is a big thing for me.) He spoke Yiddish, guys and you can hear him speak it in a movie (Taxi) AND when the Warner Bros. tried to discuss him without him knowing they used Yiddish not realizing he'd understand everything -He talks so fast. Like. Staccatto. It's so fascinating -Loved animals & owned CHOW CHOWS (that's a very scrungly dog, c'mon) -Plays Bottom in Midsummer Night's Dream, that's the guy who gets turned into a DONKEY, nobody else could've played it like he did -Messed with Warner Bros. all the time, threatened to quit, told them he was going to go be a doctor instead -He does this little nose scrunch thing oh my god -Boy Meets Girl is a supremely underrated screw ball comedy and he has lots of silly little outfits in it and acts ridiculous the entire time -Was fascinated by farming and just puttered around on his tractor, like he's just a little guy! -There's a movie where he has a silly little mustache (I haven't seen it yet though) -They've dressed him up as bellhops, sailorsn cowboys and itty bitty gangsters [in movies] and frankly that should be enough -His first show biz job was a female dancer on the chorus line

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He is the SCRUNGLIEST of gangsters, it’s the role that made him famous, and by god that’s for good reason. He also plays a peculiar little guy in musicals and occasionally westerns, all with a particular flavor of scruffy city rat energy that you can’t help but adore!  

[pitchprowler27]

Hearts On The Sidelines Part 6

Here is part 6, ideas are welcomed. Enjoy!

The days following their date were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions for Ellie. On the one hand, Leah had been nothing short of perfect—steady, confident, and endlessly patient. On the other, Ellie felt woefully unequipped to meet her halfway. Her mind kept circling back to Leah’s words: I want to take my time with you.

What did that mean? Was she supposed to do something? Was there a timeline she wasn’t aware of?

Ellie groaned, flopping onto Bobby’s couch. He was on his third espresso martini, perched cross-legged in an armchair, watching her with an amused expression.

“Ells, you’ve been sighing like a tragic Victorian heroine for the past hour. What’s going on?”

“It’s Leah,” Ellie mumbled, pulling a pillow over her face.

Bobby let out a dramatic gasp. “The Leah Williamson? Again? Honestly, I’m thrilled, but also mildly annoyed that I’ve become your emotional support gay.”

Ellie peeked out from beneath the pillow. “You love it.”

“Obviously.” He sipped his drink. “Now spill. What did she do? Or, knowing you, what didn’t she do that you’re overthinking?”

Ellie sat up, clutching the pillow to her chest. “She’s just… perfect. And I’m… me.”

Bobby arched an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate?”

“She’s so confident and sure of herself. She knows what she wants, and she’s not afraid to go after it. Meanwhile, I’m over here panicking because I don’t know how to be in a relationship.” Ellie ran a hand through her hair, exasperated. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

Bobby set his glass down and leaned forward. “Ells, let me break this down for you: Leah chose you. She could’ve picked anyone, but she’s sitting there, texting you. That means she sees something in you, even if you don’t see it yourself yet.”

Ellie chewed on her bottom lip, his words sinking in. “What if I’m not enough?”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. If you weren’t enough, she wouldn’t be chasing you like a golden retriever after a tennis ball. Now, stop doubting yourself and focus on what makes you happy.”

Ellie opened her mouth to argue but was cut off by the buzz of her phone. She glanced at the screen, her stomach doing a little flip at the sight of Leah’s name.

Leah: Busy? Come for a walk with me.

Bobby peeked over her shoulder. “See? Golden retriever. Go.”

Ellie hesitated. “What if I screw it up?”

“You won’t,” Bobby said, shooing her off. “But if you do, you know where to find me.”

——————————————————————————————————————

Ellie approached the park bench, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her hoodie to keep herself from fidgeting. She felt her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum as she caught sight of Leah. There she was, leaning back against the wooden slats of the bench, her Arsenal hoodie fitting perfectly and her blue jeans slightly frayed at the knees. Leah's hair was loose, catching the late afternoon sunlight, and she looked so effortlessly put together that it made Ellie want to turn around and pretend she’d forgotten something.

But Leah spotted her, her face lighting up in a way that made Ellie’s stomach flip.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Leah greeted, her voice warm and familiar.

Ellie swallowed hard, her nerves twisting in knots, but she forced herself to smile as she approached. “Hey.”

Leah stood as Ellie reached the bench, her eyes scanning Ellie like she was the only person in the park. “You okay?” she asked, her tone gentle but observant.

“Yeah,” Ellie replied too quickly, her voice a little higher than normal. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I mean, yeah. I’m good.”

Leah smiled knowingly, gesturing for Ellie to sit. “Walk first, or sit and talk?”

Ellie hesitated. She hadn’t really thought that far ahead. “Uh… sit?”

Leah chuckled softly. “Sit it is.”

They settled onto the bench, and Ellie immediately stuffed her hands back into her hoodie pockets. She could feel her fingers trembling and clenched them into fists, willing herself to calm down. But as the silence stretched, her anxiety only grew.

Leah waited, her patience unwavering. She didn’t rush Ellie, didn’t press her to speak. Instead, she leaned back slightly, her body language open and relaxed, a stark contrast to Ellie’s rigid posture.

Ellie took a deep breath, her nerves finally spilling over. “Okay, so, um, I’ve been thinking—no, not thinking—like, obsessing maybe? I don’t know. But it’s about, you know… this.” She gestured vaguely between them, her words tumbling out faster than she could process them. “And it’s not that I don’t like it—I do, I really do—but I also kind of suck at it? Like, I’m not good at feelings or talking or—God, why am I even saying this?”

She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut as her face burned with embarrassment. Leah hadn’t said a word yet, and the silence felt deafening. But when Ellie finally dared to peek at her, Leah was smiling softly, her eyes filled with nothing but warmth.

“Ellie,” Leah said gently, her voice cutting through Ellie’s spiraling thoughts like a lifeline. “Breathe.”

Ellie let out a shaky laugh, her cheeks still red. “Sorry. I’m a mess.”

Leah reached out, her hand covering one of Ellie’s. “You’re not a mess,” she said firmly, her thumb brushing lightly over Ellie’s knuckles. “You’re just being honest. Keep going.”

Ellie stared at their hands, the simple touch grounding her enough to continue. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “Like, you’re so good at this—at knowing what to say and how to… be. And I’m just sitting here trying not to screw it up because I don’t have a clue how to handle emotions, let alone someone else’s.”

Leah tilted her head slightly, her expression soft. “Who told you that you had to have it all figured out?”

Ellie blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“You’re not supposed to have all the answers,” Leah said simply. “No one does. And you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, remember? I don’t care if you’re not perfect at feelings or relationships or whatever you think you’re supposed to be good at. We’ll figure it out together.”

Ellie’s throat tightened, her hands trembling slightly as Leah’s words sank in. “But what if I’m… too much? Or not enough? What if—”

Leah gently squeezed her hand, cutting her off. “Ellie, stop. You’re not too much, and you’re definitely not ‘not enough.’ You’re you. That’s what I’m here for.”

Ellie bit her lip, her eyes dropping to their hands again. “I just… I don’t want you to get tired of having to guide me through everything. I know I ramble, and I’m awkward, and I overthink everything. And then there’s all the baggage I carry, and—”

Leah leaned closer, her free hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of Ellie’s hair behind her ear. “Ellie,” she said softly, her voice steady. “I like that you ramble. I like that you overthink, even if it drives you crazy. I like that you’re awkward and bashful and have this ridiculous need to take care of everyone around you, even when you forget to take care of yourself. And your baggage?” Leah paused, her eyes locking onto Ellie’s. “It doesn’t scare me. I want all of it. I want you.”

Ellie’s breath hitched, her heart pounding so hard she thought Leah might hear it. “Why?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Leah smiled, her thumb brushing over Ellie’s cheek. “Because you’re worth it. You don’t have to be perfect, Ellie. You just have to be honest. With me, and with yourself.”

Ellie swallowed hard, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “I don’t know how to… let someone do that. Let someone in.”

“That’s okay,” Leah said, her voice unwavering. “We’ll go at your pace. I’m not going anywhere.”

Ellie blinked rapidly, trying to stave off the tears that were forming. “You make it sound so easy.”

Leah chuckled softly. “It’s not. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Ellie felt a crack in her armor, a tiny sliver of vulnerability that didn’t feel terrifying. It felt… safe. She nodded slowly, her trembling hand finally steadying in Leah’s.

“Okay,” she said softly. “I’ll try.”

Leah’s smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s all I need.”

They sat there for a while longer, the park quiet around them, the moment heavy with unspoken promises. And for the first time, Ellie felt like maybe—just maybe—she didn’t have to navigate her feelings alone. The two sat in silence for only a moment but it felt like ages for Ellie. She didn’t do well with sitting still or silence. Ellie jumps up from her seat surprising Leah. She looks a little bashful and the awkwardness is coming off her in waves. “Do you think we could walk now?”

Leah just stands up and holds her hand out for Ellie to take wordlessly. She does take Leah’s hand and starts leading her down the parks winding paths. Before the silence could work its way into Ellie’s nerves she just starts talking. “Did I ever tell you how Bobby and I met?” Leah shakes her head so she takes it as a green light to continue. “We grew up together. We did everything together. He always boisterous and extroverted that played well with me not wanting to talk to anyone. He’s an army brat too so we had a lot in common. We both knew that our fathers wanted us to sign up as soon as possible so we even enlisted together.” 

Ellie let out a small laugh as she finished her story, her hands tucked into her hoodie pockets. “So yeah, Bobby and I, two tours together as army medics. We were like a well-oiled machine. They used to call us Stitch and Patch because he was great at sewing people up, and I was good at, well, patching them together enough to survive.”

Leah raised an eyebrow, smirking. “That’s… actually kind of impressive. Sounds like you two made a hell of a team.”

“We did,” Ellie admitted, her voice quieter now, tinged with nostalgia. “Even now, as paramedics, it’s like we haven’t missed a beat. Same rhythm, same unspoken understanding. Sometimes I think we’re more siblings than friends, you know?”

Leah nodded, sensing the deep bond between Ellie and Bobby. She wanted to ask more, to dive deeper into the complexities of their relationship and their shared history, but before she could, Ellie abruptly stopped walking and turned to her, an awkward grin on her face.

“So anyway…” Ellie blurted out, waving a hand in a casual, almost dismissive gesture. “How’s football?”

Leah blinked at her, taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. Then, a laugh bubbled up from her chest, breaking through the tension. “Ellie, you just told me a story about war zones, paramedic heroics, and being called Stitch, and now you want to talk about football?”

Ellie shrugged, her grin widening. “What? I figured you’ve had enough of my deep and meaningful for one day. Plus, you know, I hear you’re kind of a big deal in the football world.”

Leah chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“I try.” Ellie’s tone was light, but there was a flicker of relief in her eyes. She wasn’t great with heavy emotions, and shifting the focus gave her the breathing room she needed.

“Well,” Leah began, humoring her, “football’s going well. Training’s intense, as usual, but the team’s in good form. We’ve got a big match coming up next week. You should come watch.”

Ellie tilted her head, considering it. “Might have to. Do you promise not to embarrass yourself on the field?”

Leah feigned offense, clutching her chest dramatically. “Embarrass myself? Ellie, do you know who you’re talking to?”

Ellie just stares at her and then with a small smirk replies “Of course I know who I’m talking to. You’re the incredibly hot and cocky Leah Williamson.” 

Leah’s grin turned downright wicked, her confidence radiating with an intensity that made Ellie’s knees feel just a little weaker. She closed the gap between them with a casual stride, her blue eyes locked on Ellie’s like a predator honing in on its prey. “Hot and cocky, huh?” Leah’s voice dipped lower, smooth and deliberate. “Is that really all you’ve got to say about me?”

Ellie blinked, suddenly hyperaware of just how close Leah was standing. Her heartbeat ratcheted up to a sprint, but she refused to back down, crossing her arms as a weak shield. “I mean, what else is there to say? I thought I was being generous.”

Leah cocked an eyebrow, tilting her head as her lips curved into a smirk that practically screamed trouble. “Generous? Oh, Ellie, I think you’re holding back.”

Ellie scoffed, her attempt at defiance undermined by the heat rising to her cheeks. “Maybe you’re just reading into things.”

“Maybe.” Leah’s voice was a soft hum, playful but dripping with dominance. She reached out, her fingers brushing the hem of Ellie’s hoodie before tugging it lightly, forcing Ellie to take an involuntary step closer. “But you seem a little flustered. Care to explain that?”

Ellie’s mouth opened to respond, but the words caught in her throat. Her confidence cracked under Leah’s intense gaze, and she could feel her pulse thrumming wildly in her ears. “I’m not flustered,” she managed, her voice weaker than she’d like.

Leah leaned in, her face mere inches from Ellie’s, her tone dropping into something commanding yet soft. “Liar.”

The word sent a shiver down Ellie’s spine, and her breath hitched. Leah wasn’t even touching her beyond the casual hold on her hoodie, but she felt like she was completely pinned in place. “I… you’re impossible,” Ellie stammered, trying desperately to regain control of the situation.

Leah chuckled, a low, rich sound that made Ellie’s stomach flip. “And you love it,” she teased, her voice filled with maddening certainty.

Ellie glared at her, half-hearted at best. “You’re insufferable.”

Leah smirked wider, leaning back slightly as if giving Ellie a reprieve—but not much of one. “You keep saying that, but here you are. Still standing in front of me, still rambling, still blushing.”

“I am not blushing,” Ellie countered, her voice sharp but faltering.

Leah raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re adorable when you lie, Ellie.”

Ellie threw her hands in the air, turning half away in frustration, though the movement did little to shake the magnetic pull of Leah’s presence. “I don’t even know why I agreed to this walk.”

Leah didn’t let her escape. Instead, she reached out, her hand circling Ellie’s wrist and tugging her gently but firmly back to face her. “You agreed because you like me. And I like you.” Her voice softened but lost none of its command as she stepped closer again, her presence all-consuming. “So stop pretending this isn’t exactly where you want to be.”

Ellie’s breath caught, her defenses crumbling under Leah’s intensity. Her eyes flicked to where Leah’s hand held her wrist, warm and steady, then back to Leah’s face. “You’re… really sure of yourself, huh?”

Leah tilted her head, a small, confident smile tugging at her lips. “When it comes to you? Always.”

Ellie’s heart was doing somersaults now, and for once, she didn’t try to fight it. She let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re exhausting.”

Leah’s smirk softened into something warmer, though her dominance still lingered in the way she stood so solidly, so unwaveringly close. “And yet, you keep coming back.”

Ellie couldn’t argue with that. She huffed out a reluctant laugh, shaking her head. “You’re really something, you know that?”

Leah released her wrist but didn’t step away, her gaze locking Ellie in place. “I know. But if it’s any consolation, you’re something too, pretty girl.”

Ellie groaned, covering her face with her hands, half to hide her growing smile and half to regain some semblance of composure. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Leah chuckled, her confidence never wavering as she took Ellie’s hand again, her grip firm but comforting. “Good. That means I’m doing something right.”

Without giving Ellie a chance to argue further, Leah started leading her down the path, her hand fitting perfectly around Ellie’s. The air between them was thick with tension, but for once

, Ellie wasn’t overwhelmed by it. She was drawn into it, captivated by Leah’s unshakable confidence and the way it seemed to wrap around her like a shield. As they walked, Ellie felt her nerves begin to steady, her steps falling in sync with Leah’s.

Leah glanced sideways at her, her smirk returning. “So, Stitch, you gonna tell me more about this nickname of yours? Or should I just start calling you Doctor Ellie?”

Ellie groaned, her free hand coming up to rub at her forehead. “Please don’t. Bobby already milks it for all it’s worth.”

Leah grinned, clearly enjoying Ellie’s discomfort. “Oh, I can imagine. But come on, it’s impressive. Two tours as an army medic? That’s no small thing.”

Ellie shrugged, trying to downplay it. “It’s just what we had to do. You get used to it.”

“Do you, though?” Leah’s voice softened, and when Ellie glanced at her, she saw something deeper behind Leah’s teasing exterior. “Because it sounds like you’ve been through a hell of a lot, Ellie. More than most people could handle.”

Ellie hesitated, her usual instinct to deflect kicking in. “I guess. But it’s not like I’m the only one.”

Leah stopped walking, tugging Ellie gently to a halt as well. She turned to face her, their hands still linked. “Maybe not. But it’s still worth recognizing. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Ellie felt her throat tighten, her usual walls threatening to go up again. But Leah’s steady gaze and the warm, firm grip of her hand made it impossible to retreat entirely. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of hero.”

Leah tilted her head, her expression unreadable for a moment before she smiled, this time softer but no less confident. “You don’t have to be a hero, Ellie. You just have to be you. And for the record, I think that’s more than enough.”

Ellie opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she just stared at Leah, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way Leah said them, like she believed them with every fiber of her being.

Leah’s smirk returned, the warmth in her eyes mingling with a flicker of mischief. “What? Speechless? That’s a first.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” Leah said, stepping closer, her voice dropping to that teasing, confident murmur again, “you keep showing up. Almost like you can’t resist me.”

Ellie’s cheeks flushed, but this time, she didn’t bother denying it. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, her voice tinged with mock defiance. “Maybe I just like a challenge.”

Leah chuckled, leaning in just enough to make Ellie’s breath hitch. “Careful, pretty girl. I don’t back down from challenges.”

Ellie swallowed hard, her heart pounding as Leah’s smirk grew wider. She was in way over her head, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure she minded. “Neither do I.”

Leah’s laugh was low and rich, filled with delight at Ellie’s rare spark of defiance. “Good. I like that about you.” She straightened, giving Ellie’s hand a squeeze. “Now, let’s keep walking before I give you too much of an ego boost.”

Ellie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her nerves settling into something warmer, steadier. As Leah led her further down the path, her presence solid and unwavering, Ellie found herself thinking that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t mind letting someone else take the lead for once.

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

2025 Megaman Secret Valentine Event Signups Open!

^*Art drawn by Soul Rokkuman

While I wait for the last couple Secret Santa gifts to arrive, going to move on to opening the next yearly event. Even though last year I went back to Valentine's Day being in contest format, I feel like it's worth swapping back to a gift art event this year, to mix it up again. Truth be told, just hard to brainstorm much new for categories right now. And my contest prize plans are better off for summer, when more people are able to participate. (I do have a few nice prizes I plan to give away for that ;D ). So rather than rushing those plans, just going to keep this event more relaxed once more. For those who didn't participate 2 years ago, the Secret Valentine Event works much like Robot Rumpus/Megaman Secret Santa. Sign up with the intent to draw, by providing a list of your favorite characters and couples, that you would like as a Valentine gift. After signups close you will receive a target, with the goal of drawing something from their list for them, to send them as a Valentine.

Sign Up Instructions: 1.) When you are ready, either post a reply in this thread or send me a DM via tumblr or Bluesky or sign up through my Discord server: (https://discord.gg/EjHZJ7D3Xm), stating that you intend to sign up to draw for someone. 2.) In your reply/message, please include a wish list with a minimum of 3 prompts, either individual fave characters or couples from the Megaman franchise, that you would be happy to have drawn for you as Valentine’s gift art. Megaman-related OCs are OK, but please include at least one canon character. 3.) Let me know if you can be a backup artist or not, if someone has to drop out/can't complete their gift

Artwork does not necessarily have to be romance themed, but it is preferred to fit with the holiday. But some singles are happy by themselves on the day of love, so you can certainly find a way to make single characters feel appreciated/loved in your art, too.

Any kind of artstyle and medium are welcome, with the exception of AI slop. Has to be your own work only.

Signups will run from today until Tuesday, Jan. 14th, 2025.

That gives you one week to sign up.

On Wed. the 15th, Cupid Wily and I will message everyone back with their assignment, and their assignment’s wish list. Then you will have one month to create your gift art for your Secret Valentine. 

Secret Valentine’s art will be due Friday Feb. 14th, 2025, by the global end of the day. 

But I'll work in a week or so grace period if people need an extension. It would be nice if gifts were given on Valentine's Day, but since this won't be a competition, I'll be a little flexible if people need a little more time than a month to draw. While the gift should go to your recipient first and foremost, please also either send them my way when you are finished or tag me in a public post so that I can save the art. I will then compile all the art into a homemade Valentine’s Day shoebox gallery/thread like I usually do for contests. That way everyone can view them together in one place just as easily.

Please do not post your art before Feb. 14th!

Ideally, send your secret valentine their gift at any point on Valentine's Day itself. Either through DM or publicly tagging them in a post on your social media of choice. Posts can also be made in the valentine's day channel in the Fanart Contests and Events section of my Discord.

Any other questions, or something you felt I forgot to address? Feel free to ask. 

I’ll edit a confirmed participant list in this thread as I receive them.  (Just like I need to edit the year to 2025, because I really screwed that up initially! LOL)

*Confirmed participant list* (W/backup status)

Lunna Cupcake N LadyStormtail1985 N SunnyJustice Y RockmanGurl Y @axlthemaverickhunter Y Jay Sky Y

[yns-world]

How They Are During Sex/Favorite Positions

Pairings: Francis Crozier x Reader, John Franklin x Reader, James Fitzjames x Reader, Henry Goodsir x Reader

Warnings: nsft, silly stuff, mentions of k*nks

a/n: clearly i’m the only person carrying the terror (both the show and the ship) from death. no one writes fanfics for the REAL hoes (us, the readers). but dw. god put me on the terror so the true, grimy mfs can finally be unleashed and be free 🗣️‼️send in any requests you have for the terror while they're still in my grasp 😼

i love gnawing on these men like my own personal chew toys GRRRR BARK BARK 🐕

Francis Crozier: 

Cowgirl. 

Old man doesn’t have much energy in him, we know this.

At first he’ll have his hands on your hips as you ride him, but within a few minutes his head is thrown back, eyes shut as he lets out strings of curses.

If Francis is drunk and had a particularly hard day, he would be inebriated and inclined enough to use you as a urinal--whether that’s in your mouth or on your body, is up to you. He’s probably too drunk to notice, but he’s aware enough to get hard and want to stick it in you. 

Might dabble in the whole Daddy kink, but you’ll be the one bringing it up to him--or rather, it might’ve slipped out when you were drunk on him one night. It invigorates him, makes him feel like he’s finally in charge of something. He won’t pound into you, but his grip on your skin would be tighter, he would probably grunt in your ear and praise you like an actual father would. sobs

Old man knocks out after he comes. After care is him lying heavy on your body as he’s fast asleep. When he wakes up--possibly in horror and excitement--he’ll rush to clean up and prepare a sweet breakfast filled with bashful apologies for his behavior the night before behavior that will repeat.

John Franklin:

Religious man. But what a fucking freak.

I don’t need to tell you that he’s into that Daddy shit. Ofc he is.

Really into roleplay too. Some nights, you’ll pretend to be the demon that corrupts the Virtuous Saint™ that he is, other nights he’ll be your priest “cleansing” you of your sins.

Depending on the roleplay, you might end up on top of him, beneath him, or on your knees.

John usually ends the night in missionary, he wants to watch your eyes overcome with your own lust, how your face screws as you come around his own cock, the way your chest exhales its last breath as you fall completely still. 

A sweet kiss on your forehead--”You’re so good to me.”

James Fitzjames:

A Fucking Freak™.

He’s in his physical prime, of course he’s getting freaky with you.

Angry sex, yearning sex, passionate sex, quickies; whatever he can have he’ll take, and then he’ll beg for some more. 

His best ideas actually come from his time shared with you--unfortunately for you, as his mind snaps from passion and comes to the fruition of something that would save the crew, but you can’t be mad at him for too long.

Every position is his favorite position. In the beginning, he won’t care for the sentimentality of it since you both were chasing after a release, but as the relationship progresses and the meetings become frequent, he might opt for a sweet night instead of the usual 5-minute quickie. 

He likes you, like, like like, but he bites his tongue and bates his breath waiting for the moment to let you know when you both finally make it to the other side of this thing. He doesn’t want to confess and leave you haunted with the love of a dead man. He doesn’t know that you’d rather wrap yourself in the warmth of a past confession than agonize over what could’ve been.

Henry Goodsir:

Sex to him is a very sacred and intimate act--more emotional to him than anyone else. His heart is a melting pot, everything you do makes his head spin. It would be a while before the two of you ever see each other naked. But when you finally reach that point…oh brother, get ready for those love letters 🙄 /lh

You probably are his first. Most likely his last. I don’t think he’ll ever get over you, especially not if you reciprocated the intensity and fullness of his love. He is permanently marked by you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

I don’t think any man could ever love you the way Henry loves you. No one will ever love you the way he does--both a comfort, and a tragedy. 

Missionary. Always. He just wants to look in your eyes--both as a reassurance that you want this, but also as a confirmation that you do actually love him, that your connection is real and not some made-up fantasy in his mind used to cope.

You will forever be a work of art to him. He handles you with such care and warmth--he won’t treat you like a fragile piece of glass, but rather an oil painting as he grazes his fingers across your skin, picking up on the traces of paint left on the tips of his fingers.

Flesh pressed against flesh, he wants nothing more than to entangle himself with you-- to merge his body into yours, to be a piece of you forever, but doesn’t want to seem as “too much”, so he keeps these thoughts to himself and in his journal.

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[thereallyreallylatebird]

I feel like a lot of people don't actually understand socialization. It is an actual thing studied in the field of sociology that happens to everyone throughout their lives (especially during childhood). It does affect the way you act as well as the way you view the world. And it is not limited to gender roles. Socialization is why we think of certain things as polite or impolite, why we hold certain mores and folkways (more and less serious/enforced social rules), why we do just about everything in a given way, actually.

BUT. Using socialization as an excuse to be a transphobic asshole is completely stupid.

Firstly, the field of sociology by in large recognizes queer identities and many talking points that come up surrounding intersectionality, queer (and other marginalized groups) rights, how the economy and political system affect people in different groups differently, etc., ARE SOCIOLOGICAL IN ORIGIN or are at least discussed and taken seriously in the field. (Disclaimer that there are different sociological perspectives and different sociologists have different opinions--this is just what I've seen.)

Trying to use a concept from sociology to be transphobic (or gender essentialist in any way) is similar to how people have been known to use "basic biology" to be transphobic when advanced biology both recognizes how complicated and not binary sex is, and recognizes that gender ≠ sex, so the whole thing argument is more intersexist than anything.

Secondly, socialization, as previously mentioned, does not happen during childhood and then stay constant the rest of your life. It is ALWAYS happening. Get a new job? Join a new community? Move? You're going to have to learn new cultural norms, new mores and folkways, new expectations. You're (to one degree or another) being resocialized. So just because someone might've been socialized one way as a child, doesn't mean that their socialization stays that way.

If someone discovers they're trans when they're twenty, they take on multiple new roles they then have to resocialize to. Their discovered gender, yes, but also the fact that they're trans. They have to learn how to navigate the world while taking on these new roles. Now, will this be the same socialization for their gender that a cis person gets? Of course not! Because a trans person will also face pressures and dangers a cis person will not. Also, since the queer community is fairly progressive, they'll be able to be more critical of negative aspects of socialization for their discovered gender, and be able to resist them a whole lot better than someone getting that socialization as a child.

Thirdly, even among cis people, gender socialization varies a LOT. It varies by culture, by family, by location, even by wealth. So it is very much not true that all cis women or all cis men are socialized in the same way in regards to their gender. And even among people who are socialized similarly, not all take that socialization the same.

Take me for instance, a cis woman. I (like most cis women in the US) was socialized to be very openly emotional. Did I become this? Nope. Due to other aspects of my socialization, some personal hardship, and my personality, I was extremely closed off emotionally for many years. This has actually made me very empathetic towards how men are often socialized in the US, to the point many of their stories ring true with my past self. This is not what you would expect just based on my gender, but it is what happened. Also, my queerness (especially my aromanticism) affected my socialization even before I knew of it.

Based on this knowledge, I find it easy to believe that of course socialization would affect trans people differently. How could it not? How socialization affects anyone depends on who they are, so a trans person (even one who didn't know they were trans) wouldn't be affected by it the same way a cis person would.

Fourthly, I feel this is obvious but it needs to be said, gender ≠ gender socialization. There aren't inherent traits that "belong" to one gender or another, just traits that we're *taught* do. Saying gender = gender socialization is just as stupid as saying gender = gender presentation (actually, they're kinda the same since gender presentation is a part of gender socialization). Gender is internal and personal--it is not dictated by how you were taught to act, or how you act in general.

Finally, men's and women's socialization isn't actually completely opposite. Like sure, women are generally socialized to be more emotionally open than men, but in practice, it's way more complicated than that. We're also socialized to be more "mature" from a young age, which necessitates having good control over our emotions.

Another example would be how women are generally be socialized to be more passive... unless a situation involves caretaking, in which case we're expected to be extremely active no matter if the party that needs care is a child, a sick person, or a grown man who refuses to learn how to do the dishes. And this isn't even considering how other factors like culture, wealth, etc. effect this! Or how many people buck this entirely!

In conclusion, the only people who seem to believe that socialization is a. Only done in childhood, b. The same for everyone of the same gender, or c. Impossible to unlearn are those who are using it in a way that would not actually be accepted by most sociologists (since none of those things are true)! And who do those people tend to be? At least from what I've seen, TERFs, transphobes, and sexists.

Don't use a term that you have no understanding of beyond the surface level to spread hate. Actually, just don't spread hate in general.

*Disclaimer that while I have taken sociology as a class, I am not a sociologist and may have made some errors.

gender essentialism is what happens when you hear about gender being a social construct and a performance, but don't actually want to stop viewing men and women as inherent opposites. so now instead of saying "women are x and men are y, because biology" you say "women are x and men are y.... because socialization!" & change literally. nothing. else. about how you talk about gender

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and her connection to my take on Gender (because this was meant to be about her and the Crew but it just devolved into a character analysis kinda??? More trauma-dumping maybe???) This is very much an oc/personal rant so feel free to ignore it 🫡

So, Orchid started off as a character I didn't really think much of (hear me out this is going to be relevant) because I wanted to add a 'girl' character but didn't know what to *do* with her, y'know? She was always going to be the strongest one there, she had the odds stacked in her favor with her parents. She was always going to be the gloomy side-character to match Reset's energy. But I think she's gone through every stage of Generic Woman I could possibly find.

At first she was angry and abrasive (think Fell!Sans) where every other word was a curse and she was likely to throw the first punch then laugh as she kicks her enemy while they're down. This was when Reset was a cartoonishly self-centered villain whose goal was simply to prove others wrong. Then Orchid became a sort of sisterly figure. This was short-lived, but she was the one comforting people who Reset would torment, but would ultimately follow his orders, because at this point he was actually a danger and sadistic. And then there was the phase where the story mellowed out and she became the token Goth Girl who, yes she was strong, but was heavy on the 'whatever' energy. Then there was her Era of deep self-loathing and anxiety about her worth that held her back and made her a much more timid and meek character who would only lash out on occasion.

Now, Orchid is the best of those iterations I've written yet. She's calm, level-headed, and a natural leader. Her father raised those traits into her. But she's very reactive, and can be silly, and when she's comfortable it's likely that air of importance transforms into something more comfortable and familiar. She laughs loudly and grins wide, she likes loud video-games but loves to read in the quiet. She's extremely disciplined, and normally no one can get through her tough exterior besides her best friend, Reset. She does what she does for her own enjoyment, sure, but she's thought of every angle and makes her choice to help Reset and control the others with her whole chest. She still worries she won't live up to her invisible expectations, and that and her loyalty are her two driving forces.

I know that Orchid is important to me because she's the longest-running female oc I've had. I have a rough relationship with womanhood/girlhood and I know looking back that Orchid recieved every ounce of my distaste for being a woman that I could shovel into her. That never made her less of a character, she was actually always one of my favorites, and rarely was she a 'punching bag oc'. I just... projected onto her a lot. And she's a good sign of how I've learned who I am. I've decided that my own femininity is something I could live without. I'd rather not associate myself with it, and I'd like to leave it in my past, focusing on a future where I'm not tied down with any gender roles or expectations. That won't happen, but I've come to terms with it myself. Orchid though? I figured out through her that I don't have to hate women characters. My own distaste for my circumstances doesn't mean I have to push it onto my characters (on God I've never expressed anything rude to actual people, that'd be rude as hell and uncalled for, but I have a bad habit of disliking fictional women in media). So, Orchid is a well-roubded character finally. She has motivations abd goals and a *lot* more depth than I ever expected her to. She's happy with being a woman, she's content. She's not treated differently for it in unfair ways by those she cares about, so she doesn't mind it. She likes to wear pretty outfits and lets Reset add bows to her ribbons. She doesn't let being a woman hold her back in the slightest.

So, yeah. Orchid is one of my babies. If I ever leave this Fandom behind for good, she's one that's coming with (Ichor, Orchid, and Pretender all have human designs I can use elsewhere lol-) but in the meantime I'll just rotate her around in my brain for a while longer.

If I'm right, she's been with me for nearly 5-6 years and I went through a *lot* with her as an outlet. So, she's kinda just like an old stuffed animal. A lil ripped, matted fur, maybe a stain or two, but there's a story there and that makes it important beyond belief.

[pepperonitowerask]

are you fluent in italian to write fakino's reverse-italian dialogue? i only speak english so i was just curious if you can speak italian or if you use a translator of some kind :)

((Oh nah- I use a translator!! I try to put in enough effort to make sure that it’s translatable back and not just. Nonsense words but learning a whole language for this askblog would take a Lot outta me/lh

[permanentreverie]

literature moodboards: tiny pretty things duology by sona charaipotra & dhonielle clayton

“I don't care about being happy. Only about being the best.”  

[graham--folger]

okay the thing about alien 3 is it's so grimdark in comparison to the other two. there's no real sense of hope. ripley's convinced she has to die. all the prisoners have no way out and their best possible ending is in taking the alien with them. just thinking back to alien 1979 and how even though nearly everyone was dying there was still a chance for ripley (and jonesy) to escape and get a "happy ending". in aliens there was a chance of ripley surviving alongside hicks and newt. but alien 3 erased that possibility and took all the hope with it. idk it just feels so resoundingly hopeless even though ripley "wins" by killing herself and the alien with her. but even then we know that wasn't successful either because of alien resurrection. it's just kind of funny how they like to totally throw away the previous movie plot for the sake of a reboot but in doing so thematically butcher the franchise

[royalarchivist]

Aimsey: I was gonna say your talent is the - the hand - I can't do the - the hands thing.

Ranboo: What my, what my - me being able to clap with one hand? *claps with one hand* Look at that.

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