#if they dont look like that then that is not a me problem

[gyaruhana]

hiii i have a request for gwinam ^_^ - maybe something when he is walking in the school after being bitten and he finds reader, who is a ver shy & overvall cutesy person, and gwinam has had a crush on her for a very long timee ,, maybe him founding her leading to a confession and then it gets spicy ??

take ur time !! 🎀 (dont mind it if u take the request and turn it into headcanons, i know u are just writing like that rn :33)

Yoon Gwi-Nam - Shy!reader (detailed) headcannons

Synopsis: gwinam with a shy reader (me core)..

A/N: i love him so much he will return in season two trust !! this is not proof read for the record..

Warnings: smut content, it's yoon gwinam (actually he's sort of soft i'm ngl)

➠ Gwinam very much felt like God given his current situation. He was bitten by zombies after Cheongsan had the guts to both gouge his eye out and push him off the bookcase into the hoard of zombies but Gwinam had survived. He was convinced that it was destiny. That he was given the gift of immunity so he could carry out what he believed to be his sole purpose: revenge on Cheongsan.

➠ At least, that was what he had believed to be his reason for surviving. Until he caught a very familiar scent. Being bitten by zombies had given him enhanced strength, enhanced vision- enhanced everything really. But it most importantly gave him an amazing sense of smell. He could smell the light, lingering scent of perfume and he knew exactly who it belonged to.

➠ You. Pretty and adorable you. Far before the apocalypse had occurred, he had formed a crush on you. You were shy and there was something so endearing about your nervous behavior that had him desperate for you. He was very aware of the fact that his feelings may not be reciprocated because, well, he was the total opposite of you and quite violent but now, with every other student being living corpses and no one for you to turn to, it's only logical you'd depend on him, right?

➠ A smirk settled on his face at the idea of having you utterly dependent on him. Now, he had two reasons for survival. One: Kill Cheongsan, and two: have you all to himself. With your scent clouding all his senses, he pushed Cheongsan to the back of his mind and set out to find which classroom you must be hiding in. He was sure that if he swooped in like a knight in shining armor, you'd immediately fall in love with him and live a sweet happy ever after.

➠ When he stumbled across the room you were hiding in, he came face to face with a very scared you. He could hear how fast your heart was racing and you quiet sniffles - a clear indicator you were (or at least had been) crying. The sound of your fear drove him mad for all the wrong reasons. He had already promised himself to never let anything happen to your sweet and innocent face so you could stay happy and that promise especially applied to the current problem.

➠ Without another word, he slammed the door open and walked in, an action that made you flinch as you quickly stood up. You had assumed a zombie had somehow forced it's way in but, when you looked at the source, you couldn't exactly tell. He didn't look like a rotting corpse but there was a lot of blood on him that gave you the feeling he wasn't exactly human either.

➠ He shut the door behind him to ensure no zombie could follow after him and eat your pretty flesh. After all, he didn't want you to die now that he found you. You'd be useless as a zombie and he'd rather not have to leave your rotting corpse behind.

➠ "What's wrong? You look a little scared," he spoke with a slight smirk. He found your fear slightly amusing now since he knew you'd absolutely be fine with him around to protect you. He'd be damned if he let you die in this hell hole.

➠ The surprise on your face when he finally talked was enough to make him laugh. He found your evident confusion amusing and he watched your eyes look him up and down several times as you assessed his condition.

➠ As if realizing he looked less than decent, he quickly raised a hand and wiped the blood around his mouth away and onto the sleeve of the white jacket he had stolen. He wasn't trying to scare you away from him, just scare you toward him but the blood on his face certainly wouldn't help him at all.

➠ "W-what happened to you..?" You questioned nervously as you made no move to get closer. He didn't want to be entirely honest because he could only assume you'd run if you realized he had already been bitten several times. It'd be better to lie to you for now so he could get close to you and make sure you don't escape him.

➠ "Nothing. Just got in a fight with another student," he responds as he slowly starts walking closer to you. Of course, you seemed skeptical of his words but he wasn't lying - he was just hiding certain parts of the story.

➠ It was quiet for a few seconds before you seemed to relax in his presence, believing his slight lie. He was slightly taken aback when you immediately walked over to him and pulled his face down to investigate his injury. The way your eyes scanned over his wounded eye made him feel something very new. A different warm feeling in his heart.

➠ "I don't really know much about health and injuries but maybe your eye could get infected if you don't treat it soon," you speak with a sheepish smile before pulling back a little. Your genuine concern for him was so adorable given what type of person was. He definitely didn't deserve your kindness but he took it anyway because he was greedy for you.

➠ "There might be a medkit in here," you speak as you make a move to turn away to search the room. Gwinam doesn't let you get far though and quickly grabs your hand to pull you back. "It's fine, it doesn't hurt or anything. I'm used to it," he speaks as he looks down at your concerned face.

➠ God, you were the cutest thing to him. Your big eyes, you're pretty eyelashes, the way your lips were in a slight pout because you were oh so concerned for him. Not to mention how you were noticeably smaller than him. God, every inch of you was perfect - utterly adorable.

➠ "Are you sure?" You ask curiously and he smirked as a thought crossed his mind at your words. "Well, there is one issue," he spoke as he looked down at you. Of course, your curiosity was peaked so you immediately questioned what the issue was - hoping to help him fix it.

➠ "I lied when I said it doesn't hurt. It does. I think I need someone to kiss it better," he says, his smirk only growing wider. His words pushed you into a stunned silence before you looked away and awkwardly smiled with a slight blush. Your reaction to his words only fueled his confidence as he pushed you to do it.

➠ Miraculously, he had actually managed to convince you despite how shy you seemed about the whole situation. He watched as you stood on your tippy toes and leaned closer. It was an adorable sight, watching you try reach up to give him a quick kiss. He couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face just like he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips to yours.

➠ To ensure you didn't try pull away, he placed a hand on the back of your head to keep you close as he kissed you. You didn't reciprocate the kiss at first and he knew he'd have to coax you into it. He knew you were probably freaking out internally and far too shy to return his forward action.

➠ After what was a very long kiss, he pulled away with a smirk before licking his lips. "You're so tense. It's just me. Unless.. you don't want to kiss me?" he says teasingly. He can see the look on your face and, god, he'd love to still have his phone right about now so he could take a photo and capture it forever.

➠ If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't exactly against the kiss. You had seen him around school before the outbreak and you had heard of his tendency to bully students but you felt so drawn towards him. You couldn't help yourself - especially when he made it a point to stare at you from afar or brush his hand against yours when walking past in the hallway. He had really wormed his way into your heart.

➠ He stayed quiet for a few moments, letting you process what just happened before he leaned down and kissed you again. This time you reciprocated, more in tune with how you felt, and he was a little too pleased about that. He couldn't help himself when he started to kiss you with more passion before pulling away and trailing messy kisses down your neck and throat.

➠ It didn't take long before he had his cock inside you, pounding away at you with a bundle of grunts and groans leaving his mouth. He had you pressed against the wall, his hands on your thighs as he held you up and fucked his cock up into you. You felt so perfect around him - like you were made for his cock and it was driving him crazy.

➠ Every cry and moan and whimper that escaped your mouth drove him to use more force. He wanted you to cum on his cock. He wanted to fill you with his own cum too. He wanted to claim you and keep you as his forever. Not like you had anywhere else to go, Gwinam had decided that nobody would have you like this except for him. He'd be the only one allowed near you - allowed access to your perfect, tight hole.

➠ As he neared closer to the edge of what was sure to be his best release, he opted for a new position. He quickly moved you to the floor and pinned you down before practically folding you in half and thrusting fast and hard once again.

➠ The new position helped him to reach even deeper and he could feel your walls tighten around him, a clear sign you'd cum all over his cock soon. God, he couldn't wait to watch you come undone. He wanted to make you scream even if it caused every zombie within the school to run towards the classroom. Not like they could lay a finger on you anyway. He'd be damned if he let some corpse kill you now when he finally got his dick wet with your cum.

➠ The moment you do cum, he's cumming with you and neither of you were quiet about it. You both let out a loud moan as he continued to thrust inside of you as he orgasmed. "You're so fucking tight, fuck!" Gwinam cursed out as his thrusts slowed before eventually coming to a stop. He made no move to pull out though, wanting to make sure his seed stays inside of you.

➠ The classroom went quiet as the only sounds were the heavy breaths of both you and Gwinam. He had never felt so amazing in his life and now he knew for sure you were perfect for him.

─── "I'm never letting you go, you hear? I'm going to fuck your tight hole everyday now and make you my pretty doll,"

[icarusredwings]

Obedient demons, devlish Angels.

Wade is so bad at his job he almost starves to death. And Logan is so bad at his, that he makes sure He dosn't.

Tw: depiction of rejection sensitivity, vauge sex, open/closed relationship dynamics, sick/ill demons, "eating" problems, what the title says.

@nuggetpool-hi

No one:

Wade, rubbing up against Logan like a cat: Plllleeeeaaasseee?? Pretty please? I'm staaarrvvinngg Loagie!

Logan, sitting in a chair reviewing the bible: You just ate yesterday; Wade. You aren't starving...

Wade: Yes, I am! You left me here to go spend the night with kurt so Im hungry! Honest! Please?? I'll be quick! You won't even know im down there-

Logan: Enough! I'm tired of this. Stop. Every time I come back, all you wanna do is have sex and I know you kinda have too but I dont want to! Do you ever think about that? Do you ever stop and wonder if I even want to?!

Wade, backing away, tail tucked: ......i-.. I do all the time...

Logan: Apprently not because I already said no! And you just keep-.....

Wade: *anxiously picking at his nails, head down and clearly ashamed to just exist* ....sorry...

Logan: No... Wait- Wade no... I didnt-

Wade, already crying, streaks of red coming down his neck and cheeks: n-no.. Its okay.. i-I wont ask anymore..

Logan: *sighs* I didn't mean it like that... Im just.. frustrated...

Wade, hurt, tears falling: I-its fine.. really. I Just..y-youre so nice to me when-.. when we do it and..and..

Logan, getting up: *reaches out a hand* No, Wade, I didn't mean to- You dont have to find someone else. Ill do it, Just.. just gimme a second okay?

Wade, shaking his head, backing up: No.. I-i wont ask anymore. It's fine.. dont worry about it..

Logan, watching Wade lay down and curl up on his side of the bed, now feeling terrible: ...so... y-you aren't hungry anymore..? Or.. cause we can! I dont mind Its just... *another sigh* Look. Wade.. I don't want you to be hungry..

Wade, whispering: I'll be okay...

Logan then puts his stuff away, trying to pull Wade close. He's squirming, trying to shy away but Logan forces him to stay in his chest, kissing his forehead and softly apologizing. Wade's bloody face heightens Logans primal angelic insticts, fighting the adrenaline rush of battle to keep his touches gentle, rubbing his back with slit yellow eyes. Being a warrior of the lord was difficult when demon bloods scent alone activated the strong desire to overcome evil, esspecially when the one in your arms isn't evil at all, just forever hungry.

*The next day*

Logan: Waade. Im back! Let me eat real quick and ill feed ya.

Wade: *streatches and yawns* Mmh Nah.

Logan: Nah? But yesterday you were whining about how hungry you were.

Wade: Im not hungry anymore. Got some pathetic sap in the chapel.

Logan:...... you..got someone else?;

Wade, non sarcastically, if anything simply explaining: Yeah. Thought you were getting tired of feeding me so.. you know. Besides. Gotta keep the sinners coming back right? Heh heh."

Logan: .....Yeah.... yeah.. thats fine.. thats.... who was it?

Wade: i...I dont know? Just some guy. Fuck, Angel, If I didnt know any better Id say you're acting.... jealous~"

Logan, biting his tounge: No! I just dont-...nevermind..

Wade: You don't like what?

Logan, thinking, his chest tight: I... I don't like you feeding on others.

Wade, gasping: Really!?

Logan: B-but its not like that!! I-i just mean- what kind of an angel would I be if i let a demon feed on the innocent?

Wade, now giggling: Ohh yeaahh suuuree

Logan, finally coming to lay down: Im serious!! You might accidently drain them too much and then what would that make me? A terrible protector. Thats what.

Wade, now pulling his face close, holding his cheeks lovingly: D'aaaaaww~ Loagie baby dosn't want me sleeping around on him? My big brave strong angel boy wants this demon ass all to himself? Hm??

Logan, blushing: No!! I didn't say that! Im just doing my duty as an angel to protect citizens and-

Wade is smirking: Oh yes, your civil duty of fucking a succubus every day, right? Liks you Sooo dont love my tight ass? Hm? And when I nip your balls or when-

Logan, completly red: ENOUGH! ..S-shut up..

This bickering and banter goes on for a while longer before they end up cuddling and falling asleep in each others arms. Wade feels loved in an emotional sense, it feels much better then the other 'love' he got ealier.

*the next x 7 days*

Logan: Hey Wade. Service ended early today and Kurt has a meeting. So im all yours. What do you w-.... Wade? Are you alright?

Wade, weak, curled up inside of the blanket: ....

Logan: Wade?? Come on, don't trick me. Whats wrong? *puts his hand on his forehead. He has a fever but he's shaking. Or was he just hot cause hes a demon? Either way, hes too warm for Logan's liking.* Do demons get sick?

Wade, clinging to his hand with his own, desperate for attention and affection: .. Please..

Logan: Please what? What do you need?

Wade, whos clamy, breathing uneven, and who is now whimpering: N-nothin... i-im fine.

Logan: Wade... tell me whats wrong.

Wade, shaking his head: N-no...I-i dont want to ask anymore..

Logan, finally getting it, realizing that this last week has been all cuddles. He hasn't fed Wade in an entire week: Come on. Get up, Ill-

Wade, whining as if it hurts to talk: I can't..

Logan, now worrying: Y-you cant get up? Oohh.... fuck wade!! Why didn't you say anything!? When I said I didn't want too at that moment I didn't mean starve yourself to death!! Shit!.. okay.. uhm..

Wade, tearing up, silent and holding his hand, logan is squeezing it: ...Im sorry... i-i didnt want to make you upset...

Logan, panicking: Why didn't you just-?!

Its now Logan remembers telling Wade he isn't allowed to feed on the church goers or clergy anymore. He feels terrible.

Logan: You... you listened.. you obeyed an angel?

Wade, eyes closed, trying to ignore his pain: Only my angel...

Logan, smiling, feeling himself tear up. One drops onto Wade.

Wade, whining because angel tears are holy water: OWCH!! W-whhhy??

Logan: Sorry! Sorry I just.. *wipes eyes* Im going to fix this. I promise. Can I fix it? Please?

Wade: If youre asking consent to fuck me then Yes.

And so Logan does. Connecting their foreheads, their tears softly mixing into a slight diluted sting each time they touched one another, kissing like it was the end of the world, the passion and adjustments Logan had is slow. Tender. And passionate. The kind you only really gave to a loyal lover who you've just returned to. A farmilar feeling of home and satisfaction feeding Wade back to health. They must have fucked at least three times that night because in the morning Wade was springy as ever, like a spring chicken being put into a new pasture, the old tired cock trailing behind just happy that the hen was healthy again.

[rat6ix]

So what?

Nam-gyu x reader

Summary: you are horrible for each other but neither of you are gonna do anything about it.

Warnings: smut, toxic!nam-gyu AND reader, neither of them are good people dont be like them, degrading from both parties, switch!nam-gyu and reader, biting, doesn’t take place in squid game, talk of drugs; no description of either doing them but yall high as shit, reader and nam-gyu love each other in some kind of fucked up way…i think, reader is highkey a freak and not in a good way, choking but not the sexy kind reader is tryna kill him, but then again he finds it hot so maybe it is sexy..?, no aftercare.

Porn with no plot 😇

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Wc: 1.1k

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At this point you’re not sure nam-gyu remembers why you were fighting, the drugs in your system combined with the feeling of his cock shoved inside of you making both of your brains fuzzy, you could tell he was getting antsy —impatient even. You hadn’t moved since his cock had slipped inside of you, he didnt deserve it, Not until he apologized. His hands away from any part of you, you made it very clear you would have no problem kicking him out of your apartment , it wouldn’t be the first time he was on your doorstep begging for you to let him in.

You heard him whine from under you, obviously trying to keep himself from squirming. You could feel his cock twitch every time you shifted a certain way, you wanted to roll your eyes at how pathetic he was. His eyebrows were scrunched together, his eyes squeezed shut trying not to fall apart but you knew he would sooner than later.

“Don’t be like that, stop being a cunt nam-gyu look at me.” You teased.

Bringing your hand up to his jaw. You chuckled as he glared at you, his hands twitching by his sides. You know how much he wanted to flip you over and fuck your brains out but you also knew he wouldn’t cause his ego means too much to him.

“Fuck you.” Nam-gyu growled, his jaw clenched his eyes still glaring. You stared down at him blankly before you started laughing, you’d might as well have tears in your eyes at this point.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you.” you joked.

You rolled your hips, a smile still on your face as nam-gyu let out a strangled noise. You moved your upper body closer to his, your hand leaving his jaw finally. Leaning to whisper in his ear.

“Say you’re sorry and I’ll fuck you.”

He made a noise of defiance, jerking his head away from your’s. You leaned back up and frowned, reaching down and gripping his hair. He winced at the feeling, your grip tight as you pulled his face towards yours.

“Don’t do that nam-gyu, you owe me an apology for what you did.” You insisted.

When He didn’t answer your grip on his hair got tighter until he broke.

“Fuck—fine! Im sorry.” He pleaded tears gathering in his eyes from the pain.

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.” You chuckled.

You knew he didn’t and you were right, the look on his face gave him away. It was the face he always made when he was about to lie himself out of trouble. You knew him far too well for far too long for that to work on you. He didn’t know but you didn’t mind reminding him, your hands moving to his chest.

“Remember when you left me high off my ass on the bathroom floor of club pentagon tonight because you had “better things to do than babysit someone who cant handle their drugs”, hm?” You tilted your head as you spoke.

You were tempted to get off his dick kick him out right now just because he didn’t remember, luckily a nice girl stayed with you until you were sober enough to walk and he’s lucky you’re somewhat sober now or else you’re sure you’d be throwing his shit out of your bedroom window; you probably still will if he pisses you off again.

“You’re still mad about that?” Nam-gyu laughed.

His laughter didnt last long as you brought your hands to his throat and fucking squeezed. His eyes widened as you smiled down at him, his fingers trying to pry your hands off of him.

“C’mon say sorry.” You chuckled, doing your best to keep your hands where they were.

“Fuck— im— sor—sorry.” He tried his best to wheeze out.

Satisfied with his shitty apology you release your grip on his neck leaving him sputtering for breath and coughing. You looked down at him with disinterest, your fingers drawing shapes into his stomach. It took him a little bit to get back to normal, his eyes still wide looking at you. He opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off before he even began.

“I could feel your dick twitching the entire time i dont wanna hear anything you fucking slut.” You rolled your eyes.

You barely had time to register him flipping the both of you over, his hands on your wrists keeping you still. His face was unreadable but you could tell he was fucking pissed. It didn’t take long for him to start fucking his cock in you at a brutal pace, his ringed fingers moving to to dig into your thighs, You were definitely going to have bruises on them in the morning.

Your fingers digging into his shoulders kept you grounded, your jaw dropped a bit has he fucked you into your mattress. He was breathing heavy above you, his head hung with hair framing his face. You could hear him curse under his breath a few times before raising his head back up and flipping his hair back to where it wouldn’t obscure his vision.

“Looking a little tired nam-gyu—“ you laughed.

You were cut off by a particularly rough thrust, jolting you backward. You could nam-gyu had enough if your bullshit but that only made you smile harder as he got angrier.

“Stupid fucking bitch, always running your mouth.” Nam-gyu retorted, gripping your jaw.

It hurt to keep smiling, his fingers digging into your face, but you didn’t care. Your mouth open now as you drool all over his hand. He looks at you disgusted before letting go to wiping the drool all over your face. You laughed as best as you could with his cock still being shoved into you at an alarming pace. Your breathing was as labored as nam-gyus at this point, you could tell he was as close to cumming as you were.

Your hands went to the hair on his neck, he probably wasnt even feeling anything but you wrapped around his cock as you tugged at it. His eyes were trained on where your bodies met, occasionally looking up at your face. His hips were stuttering now, the way you were squeezing his cock not making it any easier. For the first time that night he leaned down and caught your lips in a bruising kiss, you decided to take pity on him and return it. After the kiss was broken you took advantage of the position you were in, digging your teeth into his shoulder smiling up at him when he pushed you back with a glare.

It wasnt long after that you both came, nam-gyu pulling out to cum on your stomach. The room was still, the only sound being both of your loud breathing. He rolled off of you a minute later, taking his place on your other side. You stared up at the ceiling for a while before getting up and making your way to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Nam-gyu asked out of breath.

“Shower.”

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[nightxcreature]

Are You Here?

Summary: Reader is a shifter, Dean is in love, Rowena is here to save the day.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Cursing (It's me. So of course), Self-deprecation, Shifting Realities, Threatening Gun Violence (kinda? I think you'll get it when you get there), no use of y/n. if i missed anything please let me know.

A/N: This one should cross off "Star Crossed Lovers" for my @jacklesversebingo card! I'm going to be turning this one into a three ? part series. I know I know I've promised series for a while, but this time I'm serious. lmao If you'd like to be tagged just let me know!

Word Count: 1.6k

Dont copy my work, i worked really hard on it and i might cry if you do. You don't want me to cry do you? Comment, reblog, and like if you want! All mistakes are mine, if you notice any errors...my bad.

She had been lying in bed for hours, those fucking TikTok videos repeating over and over behind the lids of her eyes. ‘Keep a journal’ one had said. ‘If you just keep trying it’s bound to happen!’ another had enthusiastically exclaimed. ‘Try this position, that position, only think of your DR!’ came another. And still nothing. The frustrated sigh that left her was heavy as she rose from the bed to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. All she wanted was to escape this world and all its problems, to hit the road with Sam and Dean in another reality. A dark chuckle escaped her lips at the thought. Yeah right, you should’ve known better than to believe in all that crap. Nothing will get you out of this boring life.

                She leaned against the counter as she filled a small glass and took a long swig before laughing again, “So fucking silly. Why would I even think that would work?” She mumbled to herself, shaking her head slowly, “Multiverse? What a joke…” She carefully placed the glass down into the sink, deciding to head back to bed for the night. She placed an episode at low volume and dozed off to the sound of Sam and Dean’s adventures.

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                The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. The two brothers had been sitting with their heads buried in books for what felt like an eternity as they tried, and failed, to wake the sleeping woman across the room. Page after page of unanswered questions had only fueled the fire raging in Deans mind.

“She’s been like this for days! Why won’t she wake up?” Dean’s gruff voice echoed around the library as he stared in frustration at the love of his life, “It’s never taken this long before.”

                Sam glanced up from the large book in front of him, peering over at his older brother. Dean’s shoulders were slumped, the bags under his eyes somehow darker as exhaustion set in, and yet he never left her side. Sam sighs as he placed his head in his hands, frustration radiating off him. Before he can respond to the rhetorical question from his older sibling, the door at the top of the stairs slammed open, metal clanging against the wall. The cold metal of his pistol touched his palm as he rose from his seat, hand firmly wrapped around the weapon on his side. He glanced again over at Dean who had already raised his own gun, pointing it in the direction of the stairs when a pile of books carried by a bundle of bouncing red curls came struggling into the room.

                “If you don’t mind!” Rowena’s annoyed voice came muffled from behind the lore and Sam jumped forward to grab the books before they fell. The red-headed woman wiped her hands along the sides of her long dress as she glared up at the two Winchesters, “Buffoons.”

                Dean slotted his pistol back in his jacket and sent a narrow look down at the witch while nodding in the direction of Sam who was placing the books down on the table, “What’s all this?”

                “Help.” She stated confidently before strutting across the room to peer down at the unconscious woman laying across the infirmary cot, “How long has she been like this?”

                “A couple days.” Dean mumbled, stepping closely behind the witch, “Why do you care?”

                His poor attitude didn’t go unnoticed. Jaw ticking, Rowena glanced back up at him, hands clasped firmly at her waist, “Well, while I don’t particularly enjoy your presence…” She sends him a pointed look before softening her gaze on the woman below them, “She has wormed her way into my heart. And I would hate to be stuck in this world where she doesn’t exist and you’re a mopey, brooding mess again.”

                “Gee, thanks for that.” Dean replied, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He slipped down into the chair beside the cot, his hand clasping hers unconsciously as the hardness in his tone slips away, “Have you found anything that could help? I know she does this a lot…you know sleeps or whatever this is, but I’ve always been able to wake her.”

                The sigh that left Rowena’s lips brought Dean no comfort, his head hanging a bit as he waited for her reply. None came, however, instead Sam piped in from his place still at the table, “What do you mean ‘stuck in this world where she doesn’t exist’?”

                “I was hoping one of you would catch that.” Rowena began, a smile obvious in her tone, “I should’ve known it would be the one with the big brain.”

                “Watch it.” Dean starts, “I read.”

                “Of course you do, Dear Boy. Anywho,” Rowena spun on her heel and grabbed a small book from the top of the stack, “I assume you both recall that Chuck was destroying worlds before his tragic demise at the Nephilim’s hands?”

                “Kinda hard to forget.” Sam’s sarcastic response cut in, the grimace on his face only spurring Rowena on.

                “Well, there are many, many universes out there, boys.” She continued, flipping through the book as she spoke, “Many universes with many people who no longer wish to be in their universes.”

                “Yeah, and what does that have to do with her?” Dean piped in, nodding at the body beside him.

                “Well, Dearie, it seems that the love of your life is from one of those universes.” Rowena’s brash response hit Dean like a train. From another universe? No way, she knows so much about this one, so much about this life. It could be possible, it could be…but she would’ve said something by now, wouldn’t she? She would’ve told me. His rampant thoughts ran wild as he tried to process what Rowena was telling them.

                “From somewhere else? Like from one of the universes Chuck was trying to destroy?” Dean’s head snapped in Sam’s direction, his younger brother jumping into action where Dean could not.

                “Oh, I’m sure Chuck would’ve destroyed it eventually. But no. I believe our sweet girl is trying to escape the life she lived there. I believe she’s looking for something…more.” Rowena responded with a curt nod and a smile down at the woman, “I can’t know her reasoning for certain without asking, but I’ve had suspicions for quite some time that we had a Shifter on our hands.”

                “She’s not a shifter, Rowena. I did all the tests on her when we found her. She didn’t have any reaction to silver except cussing me out after I sliced her palm.” Dean replied with a small grin, the memory causing a slight chuckle to escape him.

                “Not your kind of shifter, Dean.” Rowena placed a hand on his shoulder as she peered down at him. The hunters green eyes meet hers in confusion as she finally answers the unspoken question between them, “A Reality Shifter.”

                “Reality?” Dean whispers, “Like she came here on purpose?”

                “Yes. But She doesn’t seem to know that she isn’t truly from here; Honestly, I can’t say that she knows she’s shifting at all.” Rowena answered, “I’m unsure how she did it, but I’ve been keeping my eyes on her for a while and I don’t think she’s realized that this isn’t where she belongs.”

                Dean jerked his shoulder from her grasp, standing to his feet, “She belongs here. With us. With me.”

                Rowena dropped her hand back to her side, sending a scowl at Dean’s reaction, “Of course, Dearie. I do think she belongs with you, soulmates and all the disgusting things that come with it; I just mean that this isn’t her true reality.”

                Sam’s chair scraped against the floor as he moved to stand beside his brother, realizing what Rowena was trying to tell them before Dean, “Are you trying to say that they’re meant to be, but they can never be? Like star-crossed lovers?”

                Sam could practically hear Dean’s eyes roll, “This isn’t some Romeo and Juliet crap. This is my life, our life.”

                “Exactly.” Sam mumbled, sending Dean a grimace, “When has either one of us ever been lucky enough to be as happy as the two of you’ve been?”

                “I do mean star-crossed lovers, Dean.” Rowena interjected, “You can’t honestly believe that Chuck would allow you to find your soulmate before he died without some kind of catch?”

                Dean felt the air leave his lungs, that thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, but it should’ve. Why wouldn’t Chuck try to ruin his life again from The Great Beyond? He could never have anything good in his life. Never be happy, never truly love and be loved. He was meant for death and destruction, and that Apple Pie life would always and forever be just out of reach. No, He shakes the negative thoughts from his mind, finally deciding to come to his senses as he stares down at the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully next to him, I’m waking her up. I’m getting her back and then I’m gonna throttle her for ever doing this shit in the first place.

                “Well, how do we wake her up?” He growled out, “Can we wake her up?”

                “I believe we can. But it’s going to take a while, and she’s going to need to be told everything when she comes to.” Rowena answered, pilfering through the titles she brought with her, “It’s going to be time consuming, but I brought everything I could think of to help.”

                “And I’m sure we’ll owe you after this?” Sam grunted in response.

                A sweet smile crossed Rowena’s face, and she peered back at the body laying across the cot, “I owe her, consider this me repaying my debt.”

                “Then let’s figure this shit out.” Dean sternly replied as he dropped a hand to the top of her head, leaning down to whisper in her ear before placing a sweet kiss to her head, “I’m gonna fix this and when I get you back, you’re never doing this shit again.”

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[obscureother]

i will do one for every f/o i have time for and think of answers to -v-

starting with THIS ONE BECAUSE I HAD A DREAM OF HIM:

look at this goofy man i love himb. ok so there:

What do your f/o's hugs feel like? theyre very warm and soft. . but theyre firm so you know he's got you, cos once he's got you, he's keeping you forever :)) or until the colonel tells him to get back to work. . his coat makes them swallow you, but his sweater is also nice to bury in. He's not chonky or anything, but he is perfect between fit and still a little soft on his tum that he is very good for one to love on :0

What are your favorite dates to have with them? the ones where we find a nice spot to cuddle out below the dark nighttime, then we just talk for a while together of different things. . of those he worked with in the war, of his family. . or i get to tell him how he was my favorite soldier and i love himbb ~v~ <33 or get to give him kisses on the forest floor until he is a puddle of soft man for holding so then he just lets me hold him and mess with his hair while he lays there. . uvu

What are their favorite dates to have with you? He would like going to theatres i think. . little romantic things that arent overly elaborate or extravagant normally, something sweet or fun, but he does very much like to take s/i 1 to the big fancy places every once in a while that he used to show at in London just to get her excited cos she's not seen things like that before.

Do you have any songs that remind you of them? Do they have any songs that make them think of you? i have a couple. . ignoring the ones from the hogans heroes vinyl ive got, cos those would count of course, uhmm. . probably Roy Orbison version of "Oh, Pretty Woman." the vibe is very mutual between he and s/i 1 i think. . and s/i 1 makes her own version one time thats more like "Oh, Pretty Soldier" for them to listen to for the entertainment for the barracks one night. theres a whole thing for them getting her to open to them and give little songs for them. they dont force her, tho. oh pretty soldier is very much about newkirk. . the others know for a long time that she bonded to him, tho newkirk probably catches onto it cos she just looks at him with very big round eyes when she's singing on the table, but s/i 1 is very much hoping he doesnt know or doesnt go to find out. . cos too nervous to tell him those things.

What's the height difference between you and your f/o? Newkirk is 5'9". I'm 5'4" to 5'5" or so myself, but s/i stayed at 5'3" so there's not much of a difference either way. Only. . 6 inches give or take between them, though he is taller no matter what. hebefgj 🖤

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you? 7.5/10 :0 he isnt exactly overly public about things, but he has no problem with getting kisses when he's going out!! he loves kisses too much to say no to them anywhere or anytime. -v-

What's your favorite feature about your f/o? rrrgghrjg. . his hamddss. . or his. . face. i love looking at him existing, but i also love to hold his hands :"0

What do you think they smell like? ignoring prison camp smell?? uhh- on a good day in the barracks where he's out of the shower, he just smells like clean laundry and whatever soap they can smuggle in with a faint, clean scent the other soldiers or germans wont notice to get suspicious of them. i would imagine he likes to wear good colognes. . i dont really know how to explain smells very well, but that would moreso be when he was at home or after the war when he can start dressing nice and keeping himself in better shape for his magic act he gets back into and things. he probably didnt get very heavy or deep scents, probably just light or vibrant things that caught one's attention in a nice way.

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love. he is very physical, he loves the hugs and cuddles and kisses, but he also does things for s/i 1 to entertain her. he likes to get her to laugh and smile, he knows her favorite tricks to do :0

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them? s/i 1 and newkirk do sometimes sneak her into the barracks together and they sleep together. . they hide her in the blankets when schultz comes in to get the soldiers up (schultz doesnt know she's there- or he pretends he doesnt.)

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o? that is hardd. . i like lots of things about him :0 one of my favorite things is actually canon and thats just that he used to work in the circus or be a magician before the war. i also think its very cute how much he likes kisses and will do just about anything for them uvu

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have? this is where im not sure how to respond cos i usually think of uhh the. . spicy. . things. . but he like most of the f/os ive got tends to lead or take care of. Peter tho, is more like. . flexible. he sometimes gets very soft himself and s/i 1 or me will hold and comfort him a lot, or he just likes to be the one to be held and doted on instead for a while uvu who would not dote on him tho look at that man jkdf. . so he is normally soft, but he can be soft lead/care, or soft to hold and little boy-ish for love.

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day? he does magic tricks and cuddles ofgjhdk 🖤 he's very comfort f/o for me. holds hands, murmurs to him cos his voice is very soothing on low volume, sometimes he pulls out props for me to fidget with cos sometimes i forget to bring my own ones. . he does accents for me sometimes or just mutters in his own. he lets me mess with his hair sometimes cos he's soft too. . his whole color palette is very comforting for me tho. .

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like? THERE WERE DREAMS OF THIS TOO FDJSFKS- one time i dreamed he let me sit in his lap while he was talking to someone else, probably Hogan or the others, on one of the bottom bunks. he had me sitting back on him and his hands just. . open in front of me. he was letting me play with them. they were only a bit rough from work, but when you squish them, theyre soft like padded mattress toppers and they were very warm :"0 he let me bop them and hold his fingees and would hold my hands ofgdbk *s o b .* one of my favorite dreams to this day of himb.

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc) He gives all the kisses oml. He gives kisses wherever he can reach, but he gives them most on hands, shoulders, lips, or the top of head oo. .

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them? i love to give him kisses rhbgrdfg i give him kisses on his cheeks, his nose, i love to shove my face into his hair and give him kisses there. i kiss his hambds. . sometimes i give kisses to his tum tum, ooOO-

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o? s/i 1 will get worms from the tunnels and sneak them into his pockets :)) but every once in a while he just lets her fiddle with his pockets of stuff while he shows her things or she's filling his pockets with dirt to make a worm town in his coat because he's already also dirty from tunneling with her. for me and f/o, he will just lay on or lean on me sometimes while i fiddle with him or we watch something :0 very cuddle buddy f/o.

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they have for you, if they have one? oh jee. . im not good with compliments so i probably wont give one on most of these, but i do like the little pet names he gives. . cos his accent makes them extra go brr obfgfd. . he normally goes "love" or "darlin'," yknow. . common british things rbgjhdf <33 ive yet to come across any others he might use tho. he doesnt say many on the show given he doesnt get to talk to much of the girls nor do i know a whole lot of british ones he would take on.

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them? ofbdghbkdf i love himbb. . i call him puppy face cos he's got this sort of look he does sometimes that looks like when a dog lays their head on your lap and looks up at you for love. he gets kind of soft from that whenever s/i 1 or me talks about it. he is lovely. . he does have nicknames tho, like pebey uvu love to call him pebey. or similar things. Betey, pebey webey, pebus. . etc. He finds them less of a tender thing but he does think its funny even though he has no idea how his name got reduced to those.

I want everyone to have the chance to ramble about their romantic f/os, so I'm gonna make a reblog game where yall can answer the plethora of questions I'm gonna toss down. Any of the questions you want to answer, as little or as much as you'd like!! I'll read them all. PR.O.SHIP DNI!!! AT ALL! GET OUT-

SO!! SELFSHIPPERS! RIDDLE ME THIS:

What do your f/o's hugs feel like?

What are your favorite dates to have with them?

What are their favorite dates to have with you?

Do you have any songs that remind you of them? Do they have any songs that make them think of you?

What's the height difference between you and your f/o?

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you?

What's your favorite feature about your f/o?

What do you think they smell like?

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love.

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them?

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o?

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have?

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day?

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like?

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc)

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them?

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o?

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they for you, if they have one?

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them?

Okay I can't wait to see some answers!! Feel free to reblog as many times with as many f/os as you want. ANYONE CAN PARTICIPATE! SEEING THIS POST IS AN INVITATION FOR YOU!!

People I'd like to see answer this off the top of my head (but don't have to!!): @moxanji-real @one-winged-dreams @lovesickvalentines @graveluvr @clawingatmy-enclosure @starshakez @jpeg-indulgence @everynya @tropgothships @selfshipping-tboy @amelielovesamaris @pixel-comfort @fl0ralsxgar

[f3mtguy]

i wake up. go to my volunteering job where ive been for a whole year, where ive introduced myself as a guy from the very start. i come in. "good morning girls." i say nothing, because the last 10 times i did didn't do shit.

oh well. its done now. gotta go buy some groceries. let's see what i need. "excuse me ma'am." right... well they're a stranger, so. "good morning ma'am." "here's your receipt ma'am." "have a good day ma'am."

at least i got my groceries. now onto the bus stop to get back home. "hey pretty lady." "where are you going girl?" "don't be like that, give me a smile." ignore them ignore them ignore them.

i come home, get ready for theater, where i've been for years, where i consider some of these people my friends, where i play the role of three seperate male characters all within the same production. i come inside "there she isss!" sigh, right. onto the stage for rehearsal we go. "hey where's /she/ supposed to stand?" sighhhhh, i don't smile or feel comfortable for the rest of the night.

i get driven home, because my mental issues have made it difficult for me to get a license, and im still working on it. problem is, i get driven home by the man who molested me since i was six. he touches my hand and my thigh the whole drive home. i sit frozen in silence until i can finally get out.

finally im home, no more people, i can unwind, hallelujah. i log onto my social media to see what's been going on. oh look at that. "another tmra" "ew a transandrobro" "you just wanna oppress (trans) women" "you cling onto your afabness" "you have afab privilege" "you have male privilege" "you are a disgusting man" "all men are evil" "kill all men including trans men" "trans men have it easy" "trans men dont know what misogyny is like"

.................

fuck all of you.

[frillydolle]

in a spot of bother

arthur morgan x hyperfem reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ based on “the new south” mission , suggestive?? ; subtle sizekink talk , arthur is just head for heels for u

“arthur! what on earth happened?! what did you do?? who-” “just a little scratch, promise you he's fine, miss [name].” hosea says as he pats arthur's shoulder, like a sort of reassurance before he walks off with dutch, leaving u and arthur alone. and u were practically worried like a married wife!

arthur left with hosea and dutch. nothing bad, just for a fishing trip.. like a debrief between the leadership of men after they gang had to relocate after the valentine massacre. but you didn't think that a fishing trip would have arthur come back all beaten up black and blue.

soon ur arm wrapped around his arm as they two of u walked or morelike gently dragged him to his tent, u knew that he wasn't the type to let other people help him but with u? that's.. different. he couldn't say no to u. oh arthur... ur glad he's okay, u knew he's able to take care of himself, but what if- one day-

“'m fine, darlin'. jus' a bruise. helped these lawmen catch these brothers, anderson boys, 'nd one of 'em got me good.” he murmurs before he sets himself down on his cot, taking his hat off before he fingers run through his golden hair.

you were listening to his words while picking up some things to fix up his wounds. u were that ur able to properly relax knowing that's fine, well, despite the wounds, of course. fishing never took that long but then again, u were all outlaws and so anything coukd anything coukd happen at anytime, right?

“anderson boys?... what're they like?”

u say as u as sit down on arthurs lap, stirring sideways ur legs dangle are just a few inches off the ground and arthur instinctively rests his hand across ur thighs and the other wrapped around ur hip, making sure u didn't fall back and hurt urself. they really did a number on him...

“a small gang, four of 'em. met the sheriff's while savin' trewlawny. from the wagon 'nd they picked the lock then climbed onto a passin' train.”

“'nd one of them was alsmost as big 'nd burly as you that u got hit pretty good?” u say with a small giggle which earned a small chuckle from him.

“guess y'can say that but i got him in the end, rode him back to rhodes with depute archibald.”

u shake ur head in disbelief, of course arthur got him in the end. it's no surprise that a man of his stature would easily get other down without a problem. u had no idea what dutch and hosea even fed that man to get him soo big but u never complain. u absolutely adored how big he was in more ways than one. u needed him to just-

the hiss that left his lips caught u out of ur daze. although the pain of the alcohol on an open wounded wasn't that painful. it still stung quite a bit. “'m sorry! didn't mean that.” u say softly, kissing the other side of his face, ur version of an apology. obviously, he knew u didn't mean that, u were just the kindest girl he's ever met, even forgetting that u weren't as morally goof but u were like a saint compares to him.

“its fine, sweetheart, dont worry. 'm fine.” he'd say, disguising how much that did hurt but he knew it was gonna sting more aslong as u continued to clean the wounds on his gruffy face. now looking at him proper, his facial hair needed a trim again, his hair, too.

“'m just happy you're okay, had me worried, you silly man.” u say as u tried to stay serious but the smile appeared on ur face as his gaze looked on u. he always knew how to keep u on ur toes!

“can i give u a trim again? it's gettin' all scruffy again..” “'course, sweet girl. jus' a trim, okay?”

[thecreepycrawlersss]

us, in a flair-up: ow ow bones ow oh gods oh ow yeowch

samuel: damn. i might switch out cuz uhh,,, i dont wanna deal w/ this lol

malachite: well IM not switching in, i already had to deal with the start of the flair-up !!

everyone: *silence, nobody is offering to front*

fern:

fern: let me front...

samuel: child no-

fern: LET ME OUT !!! LET ME OUTTTT !!!!

malachite: dude there is no way you'll be able to deal with the pain

samuel: yeah, we can barely deal with it

fern: IM NOT A WUSS I CAN DEAL

everyone: *bombastic side eye*

fern: stop looking at me like that...

everyone: *more silence...*

steven: *slowly raises her hand* i can front...?

samuel: ITS THE SAME PROBLEM WITH YOU

[solarpire]

re: your tags on the poc/character post

I'm sorry but did. we watch the same Arcane

Ok so you've activated my rant card (I mean this with joy, I love talking about this kind of thing and I do enjoy the show they just did like abysmally for representation)

Here is why ekko rings as an empty/token character to me:

1. We get no personal motivations for him. We had three whole episodes of character setup for our characters. By the time we get to progress day, we solidly know what every character is about, and why seven years later they would end up in the places they did. Except for ekko. Sure he lost benzo, but what does that mean? All we ever see from that is him crying with vi. Why is he running the firelights? Did he start this group? What got him passionate enough to start all this? How did he find the tree? Why is he so jaded now? How does he feel about how things went down for vi and powder? Why does he hate jinx? (For those who dont know, that last one was apparently Supposed to be answered, but was among one of the MANY ekko scenes they decided to cut for time.) Genuinely we get better character drive for Marcus. We barely get to know his thoughts on anything, let alone see his downtime. The only exception to that is when hes playing at being someone else in the au episode. Which leads me into my next point-

2. He is always only used as a plot piece for the white characters. We only see him in the au in service of having an au episode, furthering jinxs plotline, and getting his time power in time to kind of help stop victor. In the game he always had it, he would use it as a kid to make dinners with his family last longer, and worked on furthering it when he was older to save his friend, that he ended up not being able to save in the end. That's interesting! That's something for him to have on his own, that's a driving force for why hes doing things. And when this

Is genuinely the best characterization for him? Theres a problem. (He also falls into the black hair tropes of white hair and that specific short dreads with the side shave look to make him look cool, but since the white hair was a problem with the original character design in a load bearing way, and dreads do work for his character I dont necessarily consider them the worst offenses. Can we Please explore some other hair styles though I swear his look is begging for some twists, or maybe some box braids). And otherwise, his screen time is next to nothing. I want to say season one he gets less than ten minutes total. They treat him as if hes a main character to further the plot, but the moment it doesnt matter to the more important main characters hes discarded.

3. He doesnt get to be questioned. Every single character in this show is grey in some way, except for ekko. He is lorded as an absolute moral good by the show, but we dont actually get to see what that means. We barely actually get to know how he feels about shimmer divorced from silco, let alone any of his politics in regard to zauns freedom. Hes put on a pedestal of "the good guy" without actually letting that mean or accomplish anything aside from being something pretty to look at. A token. They almost do better by sevika, if they didnt fully ignore her after the parts they needed her for in the first half of season 2, not let her mourn or even find out about the people she cared about dying, didn't let her participate in the last episode, and then did her the disservice of being the only zaunite voice on the council when it runs on majority vote (I'm sorry there is No fucking way shes rolling over and taking that deal after how much shes devoted to fighting for zaun)

4. HE FUCKING WORKS WITH THE COLONIZER OF ZAUN AS A FRIEND AND MENTOR. HELLO. I have so many problems with how heimerdinger was portrayed as a constant voice of reason, but the fact that in ADDITION to that they make him buddy buddy with ekko? Makes it incredibly clear that they have no fucking idea what they're saying.

All in all, on the surface? Ekkos awesome! Ekko is really cool and fighting for an important cause! But the moment you look past that there is almost nothing to him character wise. And when hes the only black character they use culturally black ties for outside of hair, and the only main black zaunite character? It rubs me wrong.

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #7184:

sorry to bring back the whole blackwashing thing but ive been reminded of it yet again because of that fucking cleopatra movie. if people, no im sorry, black americans, wont listen when we complain about asians, or pale people getting blackwashed them maybe they should listen to egyptians when black people are again trying to erase them and claim their culture and history. egyptians arent totally white. they arent rom fucking england or whatever and no one is saying they are or that they should be depicted as a white man. but you people need to realize they arent black either. they arent african. eqyptians are typically pale to a dark tan. typically. but their skin isnt even their defining feature??? they dont even have the same facial features as africans or black americans. egypt is very close to the middle east and they look like it too. their country is literally just located on africa. like they are literally touching dicks with israel and saudi arabia??????? but everywhere you look you see them depicted as africans with really dark skin and the facial features to match. and this is what we mean by blackwashing being a thing. yall will really erase the actual people who belong somewhere and replace them with yourselves. tell me thats not blackwashing i dare you. "why are you so obsessed with cleopatra being pale?" because she WAS PALE. her family was fucking greek for crying out loud. but its not even about cleopatra specifically. its about the fact that most people think egyptians are extinct and that black people take advantage of that to erase the fact that most egyptions had paler complextions (not that they are paper white in the first place) and claim their history as their own. this is a HUGE problem and while it doesnt have nearly as much effect on other races (like the problem with black people blackwashing asians) its still a disgusting thing to do. and i understand all well and good that people will do what they want but to claim that its "/okay/" disgusts me. and this is why i fucking hate when people blackwash even just fictional characters. because of this attidude black people have that they cant do anything wrong because of how they or their ancestors have been wronged. that they get free pass to do something shitty like this just because whitewashing was a problem for them. so sick of this shit honestly

[pixiecaps]

what is ur beef with trsmp? genuine question because i haven’t personally seen any problems with it (not a fan either but that’s just cuz it hasn’t grabbed me yet)

(also sorry if i sent this ask last night or something. unless i didn’t do that. i might have dreamt that)

going to preface this with this is a matter of my own opinion. i know theres trsmp fans here hiiii mutuals so take this with a grain of salt guyssss

i watched since day one and kept up with the server a lot so something that i immediately disliked was the actual system used to level up. i felt it was incredibly boring to watch. this is something i expressed since the first few weeks of the server as someone who was watching it consistently. it really does get boring and never gets better content wise

initially the server was advertised as being fully chill with like a minimal amount of rp, if any at all. this was expressed a lot by cc’s on day one explaining the server to people. and now its completely about rp. which is personally annoying as i was looking forward to a server where cc’s could interact and chill.

the actual rp, again, this is my opinion, is aggravating. i dont find divisions like this in servers to ever play out in a satisfying way and it always ends up with just negative feelings while watching. whether that be becoming annoyed at other teams and so forth. kinda takes away from the whimsy of watching the server when it just causes bad feelings.

now additionally to me just not liking the rp overall the whole idea of the factions event is so beyond bad. i get what tubbo and his team were going for but the weekly tasks and splitting people up just isn’t fun! and i acknowledge that for some people this is very fun! but i dont like it myself and how the factions event basically fueled this rival bit between foolish and bad and led to whatever the rp is now and all the. “sides”

more on the factions event i cannot understand why when the new players joined as red tubbo wouldve wanted all the other factions to work in unison against red. when clearly that is so so unfair towards the red faction, as new players who were completely under prepared compared to players who’ve been playing for a month now, i think the whole factions event is very stupidly planned which ig makes sense considering how fast tubbo cooked up this server. i also dont understand why tubbo would think people would work together when green and yellow were already majorly beefing. it just feels like poor planning and decision making.

now getting more meta i dont like this type of rp and factions event because have you seen the state of the fandom on here? quite literally another qsmpblr purgatory moment where everyone thinks their faction is the correct one and everyone is being passive aggressive and people are getting unnecessarily heated over minecraft again. where is the fun in that? when i started noticing this behavior i sorta stepped away from the trsmp i dont watch it daily or very much anymore. yesterday being the exception where i tuned in to tubbos stream for an hour before leaving again cause rp stuff was happening. i just despise these type of events because it takes a perfectly fine group of individuals and turns them into what i can only compare to toxic sport fans and its not nice to see or nice to read posts that are so rude. i know some people love drama and conflict and discourse in fandom but its personally not my thing.

and also every discourse that comes out of this server is so minuscule but people get so so pissed about it and its like okay please chill. calm down its not that serious. stop interpreting everything in such bad faith.

i didnt like the snails decision. which if u dont know theres admins who play snails who follow players around and can take their levels if they get too op. i was more okay with the idea when it was initially meant to be One snail following whoever had the most levels on the server. despite that being stupid it was funny so i was okay with it but then it became heres a snail for everybody. and oh look you can name them and some have accessories and this ones a butterfly now and etc etc. and i dont like that. history repeating itself and all that shit.

i dont like how the admins seemingly side with certain people and groups on the server.

i dont like how certain people keep getting nerfed and whilst i understand the reasoning it truly sucks any fun out of the server and makes it harder for the cc’s to make content they want to make on the server.

and personally i think maybe some cc’s need to have a sit down chat perhaps and discuss what is okay or not cause sometimes its evident theres a lot of miscommunication and people getting upset etc etc.

so thats my explanation. Now to be clear if roier ever got added i’d most definitely watch the server again. as is the life of a tripoier.

i do think the server has good things like the cc’s themselves especially when theyre just chilling and having a good time without the fuck ass rp.

[evevoli]

hi guess who forgot to do this until now ❤️ peace and love

last song: to kill a king - the problem of evil

favorite color: mint green ..... shakes crickets hand

last book: I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream if that counts

last movie: i will be so real i don't remember. i just dont know

last tv show: gonna lie and say Princess Tutu cause im watching it in like 20 minutes

sweet/spicy/savory: savory 💥💥💥

relationship status: (most clearly single guy in the world voice) currently a bachelor at the moment.... waiting for the right person....

last thing googled: "dvd vcr combo turns off when tape inserted" HELP HELP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP

looking forward to: im about to start on a very self indulgent project i just have to wait for my packig to arrive 👁️👁️ stands outside next to the mailbox in the freezing cold. any day now

tagging @norvy64 @justarandomart @drev-the-procrastinator @coffee-n-sleep @findmeinthefallair @a-concert-just-for-me if u guys want..... 👉👈 and anyone else who wants to do it go crazy

got tagged by @unshatters-your-teacup for a “people I’d like to get to know more” ask game, thank you for the tag <3

last song: “I am not the sun” by Maude Latour

favorite color: like a faint lime-y green…

last book: Superman: Man of Tomorrow Vol. 1 (comic) and Demon Copperhead (novel)

last movie: Justice League: Doom

last tv show: Carmen Sandiego

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet!

relationship status: do not disturb. analyzing batman. very busy stuff

last thing googled: digital brush packs

looking forward to: many things…drawing more and taking care of myself better so I can evolve into a more effective billionaire crime-fighter..much to think about

@eyesoffthemaud @evevoli @starcloud-nova + if we’re mutuals by all means I just get scared to bug people lol

[stealingpotatoes]

since you mentioned Young Justice like once; who’s your favorite character + what’s your favorite ship

yes!! this is a VERY easy question, my favourite character was robin/nightwing and my favourite ship was spitfire, which makes a perfect third wheel combination

[july-19th-club]

seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

[mightaswelljxmp]

hm ok so interestingly, bdubs’s courthouse is built on an odd number of blocks. note the roof of the facade coming to a point, but more importantly, the nine pillars….

you don’t use an odd number of pillars. like ever.

let me get this out of the way first: i get why you’d build with odd numbers in minecraft. i usually do it myself, to not run into problems like double doors or two-wide pointed roofs or frustrating spacing/symmetry between decorative elements. however. to not even out the design of something so unequivocally done in every other example of columns and pillars…. fascinating implications…

every other example guys. every other building with columns like this has an even number of them.

doing so sets the line of symmetry at an invisible point between two pillars, an even number on each side. but an odd total number of pillars makes the central pillar itself the line of symmetry. this does a couple things.

one, it upends the sense of community and equality. which i know sounds crazy, but really, a group of columns are all put there to hold up a structure. there’s no focus on one because they are all are working as supports.

symbolically, at least when first used in ancient greece, pillars represented people. and it makes sense for courthouses, especially, to want to show an even, fair, equal number of people on each side. no focus on any one, no inherent bias right off the bat just looking at it.

with an odd number of pillars, though, one will always be placed front and center.

and THEN. and then you walk in the courtroom itself (also odd-numbered blocks) and you are immediately opposite the judge, bdubs, located exactly centrally. and true, courtrooms are often set up like this anyway. but bdubs ups the ante and reaffirms that no, focus is on him by staging it all as a daytime court show, boom mic just over his head, cameras pointed in, spotlights on him.

literally by design, it was not built for justice. it’s built for show, for entertainment. and just look at the credits to know exactly what sort of message you’re supposed to be getting from this show.

the biblical story he used, with king solomon. it’s about king solomon. isn’t really about the trial itself, or the babies, or the women. it’s about showing (off) how wise and just he is. that’s the point. hm. interesting.

now, getting to the second point that etho also picked up on: it feels like a prison.

it’s not just the color palette. when your eyes naturally draw to the center point, you aren’t seeing an open space. instead of feeling like an arch or gateway or otherwise some kind of opening, the pillar there makes it feel closed off. the overall effect is that of prison bars. not pillars lining the entrance to a place of order or a temple. bars of a cage, a cell.

imagine the lincoln memorial were set up with 11 or 13 pillars. he’d look so much more trapped in there.

having a central pillar blocks the entrance. it’s not welcoming. you have to go around it; it’s immediately inconveniencing you. and when you go to leave, it’s there blocking you again.

this courthouse was not designed and built to be fair, nor accomodating, nor equitable, on any terms. even if unintentional, i wouldn’t call it so much coincidental as i would… subconscious.

after all, y’know. form follows function.

[camembri]

you wanted zoro to be on whole cake island to fulfil your weird desire to see zoro punish sanji. I wanted zoro on whole cake island because I think he's stupid enough to right place wrong time the plan and accidentally marry Sanji in full view of the whole wedding party in what becomes the most elaborately constructed comedy of errors ever written. we are NOT the same.