#if you saw this the first time no you didn't. woops.

[oscpstri]

not my team | formula fun

ft. hadjar, leclerc, albon, lawson, colapinto x fem journalist!reader

formula 1 drivers know the drill: when you're given a pen and merch, you sign it. but would they still sign it if it wasn't their merch?

INCLUDES: profanity, idk man its just cute, short bcs tiktok style duh

NOTE: got this from vcarb admin giving isack an inter jersey during the finals. didn't include all the drivers because too many, just went with the first vcarb vid i saw and based it off that.

( formula fun | mics up )

★ ISACK HADJAR

You run up from behind Isack— phone recording in one hand and the other clutching onto a white shirt and a marker.

"Isack!" you call out. He walks slower when he hears your voice, turning just in time to see you next to him. His smile appears even larger when he notices the phone in your hand, already knowing that you were probably up to no good.

You stick the shirt and marker out to him, nodding once. "Could you sign this please?"

"Sure." He takes the shirt from your hands, opening the marker with ease. Until—

"This—" He stops in his tracks, making you giggle from behind the camera. He makes eye contact with the phone then to you comically, dramatically dropping the shirt and the marker.

He picks it back up after a few seconds, holding it up to the camera. The color of the shirt definitely resembled VCARB team gear which was why the rookie didn't question further. But when he actually looked at the shirt, the silver arrow of the Mercedes logo smacked him right in the face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asks in his thick accent, not even bothering to look at the device anymore and just asking you straight up. You laugh even harder at this, not able to look at the Frenchman directly in the eyes.

"Woops?"

★ CHARLES LECLERC

Charles was notorious for signing things that he didn't need to. Just give him a marker and something else and he'll be so caught off guard that you wonder how he hasn't accidentally signed a marriage contract yet.

So when you saw him at the Ferrari hospitality during media day signing a box-load of hats, you knew it was the perfect time to strike.

He was almost done with autographing the signature red Ferrari hats and you were off to the side, ready with your phone already recording in one hand and a driver's hat in the other. As he was down to his final one, you quickly walk up to him.

"Charles, could you sign this for me?" You ask, immediately placing the hat in front of him. And just like you thought he would, he signed it without thinking and only then realized the odd color of the driver's hat once he lifted his marker up.

He freezes in his seat, eyes scanning the papaya colored hat and the number 81 embroidered on the brim. He looks up at you with wide eyes, blinking comically like he was a kid that just got caught stealing candy.

He remains quiet as you take the hat from his hands, looking at it impressively with a smile. "Thanks!"

He buries his face in his hands, chuckling in disbelief. He looks back at you after a few seconds, mouth still carrying a smile like he couldn't accept the fact that you had just tricked him like that.

"I can't believe you just did that." You smile at him, laughing at his reaction.

"I have an Oscar Piastri hat signed by his father. Wow, this one's gonna sell."

★ ALEX ALBON

Alex immediately clocks you walking up to him as he made his way down the paddock. A grin appears on his face as he practically side-eyes you, already anticipating the worst.

"Could you sign this for me?"

You stick the hat and marker out for Alex to sign, urging him to take it. He only looks at it with a knowing look on his face. Damn Alex Albon and being chronically online.

"You've seen this before haven't you?"

He nods at your question, a giggle leaving his mouth as you groan in exasperation. He still takes the hat and marker anyway, popping the cap off and signing on the brim of the hat.

"Charles told me about what you did. Hilarious by the way." Alex gives you the marker and the hat back, still smiling ear to ear.

"Thanks." You look at the autographed Mercedes hat then back at Alex. "I'll give this back to George. Say his idol signed it for him."

Alex nods once at this before looking back up with a shimmer in his eyes. "Or you could give it to Lando."

You look at the man like he just solved world hunger. A grin broke out on your face as the both of you nod in agreement.

"I should have you help me out more on these pranks."

★ LIAM LAWSON

"Oh god." Liam groans as he sees you walk up to him, phone held up as you recorded the interaction. "What do you want?"

You look at him with faux sadness, sticking your bottom lip out dramatically. "I'm hurt."

Liam tilts his head at this, shaking his head in disbelief at your antics.

"Sign this for me, will you?" You toss him the team shirt, marker following suit. He catches it effortlessly, going to remove the cap from the marker.

You catch his eyebrows furrowing at the color of the shirt before he finally lays it flat on the table. He sees the familiar logo of his senior team and his shoulders drop, hand falling onto his lap as he looks at you with a flat stare. You swore his expression screamed: "I'm not paid enough for this."

"This isn't even my team." He nods his head towards the shirt. You zoom the camera in to the Red Bull logo before zooming back out to capture the New Zealander's face.

You feign innocence, shrugging like you didn't know any better. "Red Bull, Racing Bulls. Tomato, tomahto. Same same."

Liam continues to look at you in exasperation, a smile of disbelief on his face. He was absolutely done with your pranks. You bite back your smile, eyes still carrying a mischievous glint.

"Wait. You are Max Verstappen, right?"

★ FRANCO COLAPINTO

You couldn't really sneak up on Franco, because as soon as he saw you, he immediately lit up and started yapping away. He never even noticed the phone you held up, nor the hat and marker you had in your hand.

"And did you know that—"

"Franco," you cut him off. "Could you sign this?"

He quickly glances at the things in your hand before taking them without a question. He continues on what he was talking about, not taking his eyes off of you while his hands pop off the cap of the marker. He seems to find the brim of the hat immediately, marker making contact with the surface. But before he could continue on signing, he instinctively looks down and only then notices the black hat he was holding.

His hand immediately retracts, blinking and staring at the hat like it would somehow tell him why this was all happening. He then looks back up at you with his eyebrows furrowed, a confused look on his face.

"This is... Haas?"

You laugh at his confusion. The poor guy still didn't get it until you told him, his concern going away as he then joined in and laughed with you.

"But I— There's a dot on it from the marker." He shows you the crime scene, a tiny white dot from the marker was left on the brim where he initially made contact. It wasn't noticeable and you definitely didn't mind. He did though.

"Don't worry. It's mine."

He looks up at you with knit eyebrows, a worried expression on his face. "Are you sure? I can get you a brand new one."

You shake your head at his offer, putting your hand out so you could take back your things. "It's fine, Franco."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You chuckle at his worry, reassuring him that it was fine.

"I'm still getting you a new one."

Sure enough, Franco came up to you in the paddock next week with a fresh Haas hat— the exact same one as your crash test dummy. Except this time, it was signed by the driver who actually owned the number on it.

[somnoir]

Bats and Phantoms - Part 4

Part 3 | Masterpost

Damian and Specter

Many strange things have been happening lately. First, it was Todd suddenly becoming obsessed with a scholarship student of Gotham U. Damian had witnessed the disgusting display of infatuation from his elder brother whenever he stalked the young man. Something had happened and it surely involved the death of the joker.

Second, it was Richard who was utterly besotted with a mysterious meta that went by the name Wraith. They had found mentions of him, wherein some heroes commented on how he had helped them with issues that would have them contact the JLD.

Third was Cassandra who had been the one to meet the strange redheaded girl who shot the Scarecrow with an unknown weapon in the form of a gun. She was right to be wary but Cassandra, like their brothers, was actively seeking this girl out. (She was no longer in Gotham from what he understood.)

But nevermind that. For all he was an Al Ghul, he was still a Wayne. He was Damian Wayne at the moment, not Robin. So getting kidnapped was... Well, he cannot understand how Drake deals with this. He recalls the number of times Todd has had to save Drake from mediocre kidnappers who needed to be taught a lesson on how to kidnap people.

But his captors seemed to be slightly better than that of Drake's. He can hear his father telling him not to bite any of them. They were foolish oafs that pressed the barrel of a gun against the side of his head. Damian glared, snarling at the man who seemed startled that the youngest of the Wayne's could react in such a way.

Before he could inact his plan, Damian caught sight of the strangest thing. There was a hand passing through the wall, waving right at him. The hand pointed to the ceiling and Damian hesitated to look up. He stared, nothing happened, and then he saw it.

A girl passed through the ceilings, wispy white hair and Lazarus green eyes boring into his soal. She smiled, pressing a finger to her lips and all he can do is nod.

She floats down, lingering just behind his captors and moving left and right so she wouldn't be seen. A mischievous grin spread across her face before she disappeared and then reappeared in front of the men.

"B̶̢̯̮͙̳̫̯̜̠͎̟͔̱̺̦͎̓̃̑͑̄̐̈́͋̐̅̽̿́͋̆͗͊̾̐̊̂̋̑̎̈́̐̄̾̈̇̽̄̂̇͜͜͝͠͝͝͝Ơ̷̧̨̛̛̳͎̜̪͎͚͓̱̜͔͈̜͇̳̬̼̯̦̽͛̇̇̈́̀̄́̃̏͊̓̃̌̀̏͋̌́̂̕̚͠͠ͅͅͅO̵̡̜̖̭͕̟̞̼̐̎̐͛̍̊͛͂̊́̓̂͆̍̾͊̾̈̄̿͑̾̊̎́́̐̂̈̾̿̿̈́̉̇̈́̈̍̚͘̕̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠!"

The noise she made startled the man, making them drop theirs guns before she directed the most beautiful uppercut he has ever seen. Damian was in utter awe as she mocked his captors, flying around them and giggling as they were led in circles until they were tripping over their own feet.

"Woops. Kidnapping people is bad, y'know. Don't do it." She scolded, taking their guns and throwing it against the wall. "Skedaddle!"

The men—cowards—ran like hell and he was left with the girl. Damian froze when she turned towards him, before she's hurriedly untying him from the ropes and peering at him with a curious look.

"Hello there, I'm Specter." She introduced, offering her hand to him.

Damian accepted, feeling her cold skin through her gloves. "Damian Wayne. Thank you for saving me, Miss Specter." Even though he clearly didn't needed it.

The way she spoke and acted reminded her of Grayson—loosely.

"All in a day's work!" Specter huffed, looking utterly proud with herself before she's dragging Damian out the warehouse. "Okay, so. Since you're safe and all... I need a bit of help. See, I saved some kittens on the way here and I can't keep them since I ain't from Gotham. But since you're a Wayne and all, would you mind?"

She spoke fast, almost without breathing, before she's rushing away and bringing back a box of kittens. Three to be exact.

Damian stares, and stares, and then looks at Specter strangely.

"Please?" She pouted, pushing the box towards him. Damian's doesn't even hesitate to take it, sighing and shaking his head in exasperation.

"Thank you! Oh, I've already names them. This one is Johannes, this one is Galileo, and this one is Henrietta. Please take care of them. I have to go now!" Specter bid her farewell, petting the fussy kittens before she flashed Damian a toothy-fangy smile.

She vanished soon after, leaving him to contemplate it she was even real in the first place.

Elle had only wanted to visit her brother but when she saw a bunch of men dragging an unconscious boy into a warehouse, she just had to help. Jazz taught her better than to abandon people in need. She had to set down the box of kittens she had found in a corner close to the warehouse, before rings of light appeared over her body and everything became inverted.

The boy was familiar—maybe a celebrity since he was getting kidnapped. He'd have to search him up later.

It wasn't hard saving him, the kidnappers were easily spooked. When the men ran, she stuck her tongue out and blew raspberries at the cowards before turning to the boy. He had green eyes—natural ones unlike hers and Danny's that were only present in their ghost forme.

"Hello there, I'm Specter." The Hero name Jazz had helped her with rolled of her tongue so easily. It made her brighten up in seconds as she offered her hand to the boy.

"Damian Wayne."

Ah, so he was a Wayne! Danny mentioned them to her. Speaking of Danny, he really needed to check up on him.

She remembered the kittens pretty quickly, and since Damian was a Wayne, he'd have more space for them than Danny. So she grabbed the kittens, all named after scientists that were related to astronomy, and she entrusted the cute things to him.

Template: WHERE ARE YOU????

The superior copy: I just saved a Wayne

The superior copy: Do you know Damian Wayne??

Template: The youngest

The superior copy: I just gave the kittens I found!

The superior copy: On my way tho

She was going to miss Johaness, Galileo, and Henrietta, even if she only had them for a brief moment. Maybe she'll get to meet them again in the future.

(Later on, Damian lurks in the shadows, waiting for Dick to finally leave the batcomputer alone so he can stalkinvestigate his saviour.)

Part 5 | Masterpost

[tammyu-2]

hii can i request tmnt 2012 donnie meeting reader for the first time while the ninjas were at on a mission because she caught them while walking home and him js like falls in love on sight and his brothers tease him ☺️☺️☺️☺️

AHH THIS IS SO CUTE OFC

TMNT 2012 DONNIE FALLS FOR YOU AT FIRST SIGHT

There is no usage of y/n, swearing, female pronouns, awkward,Donnie being in love, and yeah, that's it.

A lil info on me, Leo and Donnie, are my favs

It had been a long ass day for you, to be honest. After all the long hours that occupied you, you were ready to pass out the second you walked into your apartment.

It just so happened that the turtles were fighting the kraang at the same time. In the same area. What a coincidence... even more of a coincidence that you walled right into the battlefield, too tired to even look up as you walked right through it.

The kraang are literal villians ofc they are gonna shoot you. So while you were too occupied looking like the burgains from the movie trolls 1 a kraang saw you and had to get rid of all witnesses. Luckily for you, a certain purple turtle scooped you up and dropped you on top of a building.

Naturally, you are confused. Not only by the fact that you just so quickly got onto the top of a building but the fact that a tall humanoid turtle had saved you. But tbh you read weird shit so it's not that much of a surprise. You looked up at your savior, and your gazes locked.

Now Donnie boy over here has a completely different mindset. Bc Holy shit your so pretty??? He is BLUSHING trust. Bc your hair is swaying from the wind while the moon light makes your eye shimmer. It was like you had made this man putty just by looking at him. Wait, is he staring??

He quickly goes to clear his throat, noting that he had indeed been staring too freakishly long. He doesn't wanna look too weird than he already is.

"Are you alright?"

"What are you-"

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT. WHAT IF ITS OFFENSIVE TO THEIR KIND DUMBASS.

"I mean not to be rude, you know - I'm just wondering cause you know I've never seen anything like you - but not in a bad way. It's just that- you know you're like a walking talking fighting turtle, and that's freakishly weird - not freakishly weird! it's just - I'm gonna stop talking now.."

You have just insulted a man's (or should I say turtles) existence just by saying two sentences to this ...guy? Congrats.

You felt guilty till you heard him chuckle a bit at your word vomit. You didn't even know you were closing your eyes for anything after that till you opened them to see the turtle smiling dorkishly at you.

"It's fine I get that alot. I'm-"

He paused. Since he should be a secret, should he really tell you his name? May swell tell you the secret turtle base as well, seeing as though you're a cute stranger.

"-just glad your safe."

"Thanks to you. You saved my life."

The sincerity in your voice made his smile grow. You're not running away or screaming or looking away in disgust. It's like you saw him. Like really saw him. That or he is just delulu

"I- you know it's really no b-big deal.."

Smooth.

"It is to me."

"YO DONNIE STOP FLIRTING AND COME HELP OUR ASSES OVER HEAR!"

[If raph could swear he would do it all the time trust me]

Turns out during that awkward exchange, the turtles were yelling at Donnie to help them. Woops. He straightened and sent a scowl to raph. He turned to you, giving you a sheepish grin.

"I uh gotta go.."

"It's cool go do your ninja stuff."

Today might be the day he starts a diary. He waves you goodbye and jumps down into battle.

Huh. Finding a humanoid turtle was not on your to-do list, but you're expecting it. He seemed nice enough... After that, thought another popped up that made you groan. You're trapped on a flipping building.

Once the kraang escaped and the turtles all unloaded into the living room of the liar all tired. Now was time for questioning.

"What the hell was that, Don? You left us to go ask for a chick's number. Meanwhile, we were getting our asses handed to us. And by we, I mean Mikey.

He said, earning an offended 'hey!' from said turtle.

"Yeah you were up there for a while..."

"I was just checking on a civilian that got caught in the crossfire of our fight."

He said back matter a factly. Earning (non-existent) eye brow raises from his brother.

"Dude, you totally like her!"

"Wha- I mean- no- what??"

He spluttered, trying to defend himself, but nothing can convince his brothers otherwise.

"Awe, how cute Don likes someone that isn't April."

"I think so but seriously, not in the middle of a mission."

"DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL!"

Please let the earth swallow him up right now.

So as the days went by you two met up a second time and decided to casually meet up a third. You became a trusted friend to him and the turtles. That only made the teasing worse. Such as making kissy faces at Donnie while your back was turned. Making teasing remarks here and there about how long Donnie is taking to pursue you.

Even Splinter lightly jokes about how he approves of you already. And let's be honest. He has a whole wall covered in solutions on how to set up the perfect plan to help him get with you. He always covers it when you come around.

The difference between you and April is that you actually are starting to like him to. You love when he explains stuff you can't understand and how he treats you like a literal princess but knows you can handle yourself. He makes cute gadgets here and there to help you with your every day life and all of this is making him grow on you and you honestly secretly blush too at the teasings of his brothers. But only they can catch that. Donnie is clueless.

Chat what we thinking? I actually really like this. It's so cute I adore this. I love this ask that you so much!!!!!

But yeah, enjoy

~Tammy<3

[riskyraiker]

Hello!!! I hope you're doing alright! I was wondering if I can make a request for cybertronain! Prince reader? For transformer prime please!! Thank you❤️

Gosh I love this😍 I'm just not sure if Prince is a higher title than a Prime but now it is! Also readers father is alpha trion. I'm not catched up on the lore that well😭Sorry if this took so long I have other requests as well😔

TFP bots with Cybertronian! Prince Y/N

Alpha trion made you evacuate Iacon immediately the first big attack happened. Running with other bots, you saw some hurt and struggling. As a prince you should help them! Running back for the bots, the decepticons were coming closer. Hurrying with the bots they get shot right there and then, shocked and pained about the loss you still continued running. The last escape pod is still there! Jumping in you go into statis sleep, missing eons while you're at it. You didn't wake up when the pod opened, no no no! You woke up with a few bots surrounding you with a look like they've seen a ghost. Wait? Is that the one and only Optimus Prime?! You stood up without a word and all of them kneeled. "By the all spark, no need to kneel. I don't hold my title close to my spark. Please rise up!"

He has high respect for you since you're a prince!

Optimus Prime

Might call you "your highness", but will not if you don't want that.

Since you're a prince he would NEVER put you in danger.

In battles you two are unstoppable! A prime and a prince? The vehicons are running away (woop! There they go!)

He would be interested how Alpha Trion was your sire and what he was truly like (if that's a sensitive subject he respects that)

You might think he would be your new sire. Oh no no no. He's your brother now😋 you're the same age!

He would tell you anything you want to know what happened when you were asleep in statis.

Ratchet

He would actually be nicer to you since you're a prince!

You're hurt? Not anymore, Ratchet has it covered

He actually might show his concern for you and the team, but really rarely! He's a grumpy one☹️

Would call you "your highness", but if you don't like it he might struggle with remembering it.

He's surprised how much you know about technology as a prince. He also loves your help in experiments with synth-en or anything else.

He did expect you to be a strict royalty and make them kneel and all, but was relieved you were an innocent piece of pie😔

Bumblebee

He's now your nephew since Optimus is your bro😋

Will call you "your highness" when he's joking or messing with you.

Best driver buddy you could ask for!

If he's ever bored, there will be a story time demanded from you!

Is so interested how being a prince works on Cybertron or what it is like!

Arcee

He would melt if you compliment his bleeps and bloops. That you're proud of him after all what he went through and all 😔❤️

He's a hugger! He would give you random hugs sometimes, if you like them ofc

He's a bot who you can talk to about ANYTHING!!!

She would be confused that you don't want them kneeling or calling you "your highness"

Grows fond of you after a few days since she never trusts anyone until they're proven good.

You're a Prince so you pass pretty easily 😧

She would question you about tour tasks and missions on Cybertron and how easy it was.

Would talk about loss to you. You both understand the feeling.

Bulkhead & Wheeljack

Won't ever call you "your highness" she's pretty much the only one who never did in the start either.

If she's in a sassy mood she would bow to you and just joke around.

You're the calm friend duo :)

Wheeljack won't kneel! And you appreciate it, which confuses him. He though you would be like Ultra Magnus, strict and serious.

Bulkhead would be embarrassed about his skills around you until you comfort him.

You get along with the wreckers really well!

They both might use "your highness" as a joke sometimes, but only bulkhead would stop after your request.

All of you would rock on with Miko!!

You switch alot to act like a wrecker or a royalty. Depends on what mood you are or what mission is there to be done.

Have fun playing with them with the metal ball (i forgot if there was a name for the game they play😭)

Smokescreen

He would kneel, salute, call you "your highness" literally anything to show his respect for you.

Just give give him a talk and he'll stop being so goofy :)

You're drowning in questions from him when you have the time to talk.

He's your son! And Optimus will be his uncle from now on😋

The chaotic father and son! Well not always chaotic, but you get how he is xD

You might have to give him a peptalk sometimes since he's just a small itty bitty bot😔 im kidding he's just so stupid sometimes

If either of you got hurt, neither will leave until they can take care of themselves

Ultra Magnus

Would not stop calling you "your highness" even if you request him to stop.

He keeps his cold and strict act close to you. Maybe even stricter to show how professional he is.

Would be flabbergasped if you would let wheeljack get away with ease after exploding a whole energon mine.

"Your highness, with all respect, are you sure he gets to go already?"

After enough time and complaining from you he starts to call you by your real name! He earns a hug he doesn't know how to return 😔🫶

Would be interested in royal training and such!

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AN: I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS😭😭😭 I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES IN WRITING OR CHARACTER PERSONALITIES!!! I'm so tired i'll go to sleep, have a good night, day, morning or evening<3

[sunaluv]

A cute prompt! The moment they realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with you 🥺🥺 (Also hi hello new follower here i love ur works!!!! Hope ur having an awesome day stay safe and stay hydrated 🫶🫶🫶)

i got you

feat: ran, eren, shigaraki(🥹), gojo

RAN

ill be honest, it was probably during an argument.

he was absolutely smitten with you. that was probably why you too rarely fought. also, the two of you were too unbothered to draw out fights long.

so when it hit the 2-day mark and he hadn't seen or heard from you since you stormed out of the house, he became worried.

he had a lot of enemies and you knew that too. his mind kept him up at night if he didn't spend it combing the streets of japan looking for you.

the rest of bonten saw it too. he became more snappy with his colleagues (they had to calm mikey down before they fought fr), he went crazy and fired his secretary for some reason, mans was spiralling out of control.

his brother hated seeing him like this, so he helped look for you, contacting all your friends and family on your whereabouts.

eventually they found you, hiding in your friends' house (she's a real one and told them she didn't know where you were when they asked).

ran was an emotional wreck. over a girlllll.

honestly, rindou was shaking his head, but he knew his brother was in deep.

you talked things out and smoothed it over, and although you were a little pissy with him, you allowed him to hold you in his embrace, whispering gently apologies in between kisses to your hairline.

when you finally fell asleep in his arms, ran didn't want to let you go or sleep. he felt like you might disappear if he takes his eyes off you for a second.

that when it hit him how deeply in love he was with you, and he (along with everyone in the bonten building) realised you really do keep him sane and he can't imagine a life without you.

he promised that, if you stuck around long enough, he'll make sure you stay with him forever <3

EREN

best friends to lovers trope woop woop

okay so he realised this way before you two got together.

so one day, there was a big falling out in your friend group which caused a massive divide.

you, mikasa, sasha, and the eldia boys (reiner, bert) were all on one side. and eren, armin, jean connie and such were on the other side. yall were a big friend group too so the news travelled fast that you divided.

you and eren weren't the causation, but people had to pick sides which meant you were split up.

the divide couldn't have come at a worse time too because you were in that stage where you knew you had feelings for each other and were flirting and dancing around the fact that you wanted to be together.

now you couldn't be seen together by your friends unless you wanted to cause more drama (giving romeo and juliet).

he still had a strong desire to see you, so he often snuck around with you in the evening/night time, and it honestly was kinda romantic, though you wished you could hang out in the day too.

he took you out on 'dates' (referred to as 'friendly outings' bc feelings are complicated) and he drew them out as long as possible because he hated it when it was time to say goodbye. every time you left, he would count down the hours before he could see you again.

absence really does make the heart grow fonder because he had to control himself from gravitating towards you during the day and it hurt the both of you.

it was one random night where he couldn't fall asleep. he was just staring at the ceiling, replaying your whole date in his head and he didn't realise he started smiling a little.

with his head buried in the pillow, he sighed wanting nothing more than to be with you forever.

SHIGARAKI

you were the first and probably the only girl to show interest in him and honestly, the minute you did, he thought yall were locked in for life.

he thought relationships were purely meant to be transactional, so when he finally understood that you just wanted to be there for him because you truly cared and loved for him? he thought he was sick by the way his heart squeezed.

it took him a while to adjust, and you gave him all the time and space he needed because the last thing you wanted was for him to be overwhelmed.

he slowly became more comfortable with you helping him with things, once he learnt he didn't have to do everything solo whilst he was around.

he was changing for the better (not too much tho), he notices how much healthier he looked now that he was getting three proper meals a day, his skin felt hydrated and the desire to itch his skin off drastically lessened.

he felt like it was too good to be true and became paranoid that something bad was gonna happen like the heroes taking you away, or AFO manipulating you, like he did to him.

kurogiri felt proud of his young master for recalling the 'gentlemanly advice' he gave him as he watched the two of you converse on the loveseat in the quiet bar.

his league was empty, the bar was old and not bringing in enough money and he had a whole lot on his plate which was enough to make him hate everything.

but with you around, he could learn to hate things a little less <3

GOJO

manga spoilers

mans busted out the box and was craving your touch instantly!

the last conversation you had before he got sealed was him telling you he'll be back later, pecking your pout away before leaving.

little did you know you wouldn't see gojo for another 19 days.

he didn't have a lot of time before he had to go and fight sukuna, so he wanted to talk to you while his time was still guaranteed.

the reunition was hella emotional, he squeezed you so tight and let your tears soak his shirt.

he pulled your face back to meet his gaze, and you were surprised to see tears welling up in his eyes, but that was the least of your problems. you noticed him trying to get his words out and you were patient as he seemed to be finding the right words to say.

after lots of out of character stuttering, he blurted out "marry me."

you were shocked and he was scared he crossed the line when you went silent for a minute, but you very emotionally said yes on your apartment floor in your baggy sweats and t-shirt belonging to your now-fiancee.

although it was just under 3 weeks he was gone, it felt like an eternity without you, so he vowed that when he got out of the box, he was going to make sure you know he will always come back for you.

[half-dead-writer]

Author's Note

Scourge might be a bit OOC here, I dunno. First time writing him lol Also let's go the boring way and say Scourge spent some time in jail before being let out for good behavior. He's still an edgehog and asshole but he's aware he can't just go out ordering people around. He's an acquired taste.

And here's me once again changing the fandom for my fics woops

House Party

You and Scourge have a good time at Sonic's party.

character: Scourge The Hedgehog (Sonic The Hedgehog) words: 3,588 reader: gender-neutral warnings: loosely written cuz it's my first sonic fic and i can do what i want, brief Sonadow and Rougamy, briefest angst by the end cuz I wanted to explain why Fiona's not here

Scourge being attendant of Sonic's houseparty was a surprise to say the least. It's true he changed, at least a bit, but you couldn't blame anyone for not forgiving him yet, still treating him with understandable wariness. Scourge didn't really care. He mostly entertained the invite just because it was something to kill the time, free booze and snacks included. The visible negativity reflecting in the other guests' eyes served him some sort of pride, reminding him of his previous days of glory, even if it was a stretch. He didn't mind being an outcast. He didn't. And the biggest factor for him to come. You were also at the party.

You and him had some history. Mostly consisting of him getting on your nerves. It was a playful banter, at least in his mind. He tested your limits, but never pushed hard enough to cross a line. With this dynamic, he was drawn to you every chance he got. Some teasing here and there, not respecting personal space, typical Scourge flirting techniques. But it wasn't serious. You noticed he was a flirt, and as far as you knew, he was dating Fiona. There was no way Scourge was serious, and both of you knew that. The alternative was Scourge cheating on Fiona, with you, which was an even worse option. You were not gonna be a side piece.

After Scourge got out of jail, and he got properly reintroduced to the group, he expected you to look at him with the same disapproval others had shown him. Who else was he, if not a criminal, after all? But, to his surprise, although your demeanor was reluctant and a bit awkward after not seeing each other for so long, there was no disgust or fear while interacting with the green hedgehog.

You were a very patient person, he came to realize. At first, he saw it as a weakness, someone easy to exploit and endure his antics, but you made sure to show him it wouldn't be easy. You still had some backbone, and made it pretty clear you were not gonna deal with his bullshit. He took the hint, even though it mildly bruised his ego. He couldn't unleash his rage on you, as much as he'd like in that moment. He was supposed to be in control, always. But the years spent in jail proved that the tables may turn on him just as well, and he wasn't gonna learn this lesson again. Fortunately for him, a bit of respect got him a long way. As long as he kept in mind your boundaries, you didn't hold any ill will towards him. You treated him like an equal. It was still hard to admit he saw you as a friend, but he could at least say you were his ally.

So, naturally, as soon as he arrived at Sonic's house, his objective was to find you. Moving through the party crowd like a snake slithering to it's prey, he spotted you, leaning against a wall, cradling a red cup in your hands. You didn't seem particularly bothered, probably just recharging away from all the ruckus. Your attention shifted to him as soon as the green blur came into your view.

"Oh, hi," you turned to face him, a friendly, relaxed grin adorning your lips. Even though Scourge was far from being a good influence, he was still a welcome sight. More often than not, you found him entertaining, which kept your opinion of him in a somewhat positive light.

"I see your majesty has decided to bless us with his presence tonight." You tried to joke lightheartedly. In the recent days you opened up to the hedgehog a lot, letting your silly side shine through a bit more. It was a regular occurrence for you to banter back and forth, just like the old times, except this time it had a lot more comradery than the tasteless flirting in the past. It was actually pretty enjoyable, a game of push and pull.

"All hail the king, baby." He bared his sharp teeth in a content smirk, deciding to join your side, his body leaning against the wall next to you. "Couldn't leave you to enjoy the party by yourself now, could I? It'd be mighty boring for everyone here." His gaze focused intently on the item in your hands, before he made an attempt to swipe it out of your grasp. You looked at him as he sniffed the cup, appalled expression on your face. He still had his past audacity, but you couldn't say you didn't expect it. You noted he only acted this way with you. He didn't actually have the balls to start anything with people who still obviously didn't trust him. Seemingly, he trusted you enough to tolerate his brash behavior.

"Hey, that's mine." You argued, crossing your arms in a petty display of annoyance.

"You already had your share, I just arrived." He scoffed, offended. Although he didn't let go off the stolen cup, he looked at you for a moment, as if asking for a silent permission. You didn't care that much for the leftover alcohol in there, so with an exasperated sigh, you let your arms fall down, choosing to just ignore it. He took it as a green light, gulping the liquid in one quick swoop.

"Of course you'd be drinking the weakest shit in here. Was there even any alcohol in it, or was it just a soda?" His shit-eating grin was just a bit less mean than the ones he gave you before his time in jail. It was his way of showing you his jab wasn't that serious.

"You got it for free, and you're still complaining?" You quipped back, one eyebrow raised to show how unamused you were. You heard a chuckle in response.

"Let's get you some real booze, eh?" He backed off the wall, heading to the nearest table that held the desired drinks.

In no time, you found yourself enjoying the time spent with Scourge. It became even more bearable with a few shots of vodka. Laughter filled the room when you and him came up with the stupidest jokes, probably bothering anyone within your earshot. And much to Scourge's surprise, with you around, he didn't even think of the party as a waste of time. Caught in a good mood, you two were open to joining the game the others had set up.

A different take on spin the bottle. It starts with a group of people sitting in a circle, with one person throwing the bottle into a whirl, forcing it to reveal the partner for the real game. The game of jenga. The loser would have to tell the truth, or do a dare, depending on which one they chose. Of course, a game of jenga would seem boring in comparison to the kissing game, but the alcohol coursing through everyone's veins made the show very entertaining. The rivalry born from this competition would probably stay with both opponents even after the party ended.

Shadow lost against Sonic. He chose dare, not trusting Sonic to choose an adequate question. His dare consisted of eating a chili dog. He wasn't thrilled about it, but done the challenge with dignity. Sonic had the biggest grin when he said the food was acceptable. Another duo was Amy and Rouge. The tough battle chose Amy as the loser, and the pink hedgehog chose the truth. The bat's eyes shone with mischief as she whispered her question to Amy, who's cheeks became as rosy as her last name. Amy revealed her answer, too quiet for anyone but the bat to hear it. Rouge passed you the bottle and then shifted her attention back to the coy Amy.

You were prepared to beat anyone in this room, hoping the luck would be on your side this time. When the bottle stopped perfectly on Scourge, you were met with the biggest, competitive grin.

"Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you." He didn't bother hiding his determination, blue eyes shining with newfound purpose.

"We'll see about that." You rebuffed, feeling a smile forming on your lips.

The battle was long, but eventually, the wooden blocks chose to betray you, ruining the pretty long tower with a dissatisfying sound. Scourge howled with laughter, his smug expression only infuriating you more. The cheap cologne assaulted your nostrils as he got closer. "Well, would you look at that. I won."

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head." You rolled your eyes, but the gesture wasn't that serious. He snickered to himself, obviously enjoying his victory.

"So, what shall it be?" His tone turned sickeningly sweet. "Truth, or dare?"

By now you had at least half of the room's attention on you. Being stuck between choosing a truth or dare from the green hedgehog was probably considered some form of torture by the other participants. Who knows what embarrassing things could Scourge come up with? Thinking over your options, you felt daring today. The booze made you let loose, naively hoping Scourge's dare wouldn't totally destroy your reputation. You had hoped the time spent with him proved something, that he wouldn't just throw you under the bus like that, just to get a chance to one up you.

"Dare." You said, nonchalantly. Some gasps were heard in the crowd, people obviously wondering whether you had lost your mind. Scourge, on the other hand, was positively intrigued by your bravery. He hummed in thought, resting his chin between his fingers.

"A dare, huh?" His smug look made you doubt your choice of words. "Alright. I can work with that." He got back into his sitting spot, stretching his legs as he plopped onto a pillow, giving some semblance of comfort against the hard ground. You followed his actions with your gaze, his ominous silence only fueling your curiosity about the challenge.

"I dare you to sit on my lap throughout the rest of the game." The words slid effortlessly off his tongue. His sight reamined on you, gauging your reaction. You couldn't deny, it was a bold request, but he could've gone with way worse.

Making your way to him with dignity, you wordlessly took a spot on his lap, not caring much to hold back your weight. He wanted it, after all. Scourge was positively surprised at how easy it was for him to get his wish. Making yourself comfortable, you leaned your back against his chest. You didn't expect him to be so warm, and actually pretty cozy. A pair of arms wrapped around you unexpectedly, keeping a solid but comfortable grip around your waist. The game continued, the guests mostly ignoring the uncanny display after they got their share of appalled looks.

Rest of the game went pretty smoothly. The bottle kept making rounds, throwing next challenges to both you and Scourge, each taking on different participants. But after each "tournament", both of you returned to your previous position. None of you really addressed what's going on between you two, silently enjoying your current circumstances. Scourge went as far as lazily leaning his chin against your shoulder as he judged the other competitors, an action that should probably bother you a lot more than it did. Somehow, it felt comforting.

After everyone had their turn at least twice, the party began to slowly die down. Exhaustion seeped into everyone's muscles, resorting to some of the people ending the night earlier, heading off to sleep. You and Scourge were one of the few people awake, still entangled in the now casual embrace. The elephant in the room made itself known as soon as the last few participants got up to get hydrated, leaving to their own sleeping spot. You knew you should probably get up, but the current position felt so nice, you didn't wanna let go.

Scourge was the one who broke the spell, muttering lazily into your ear. "I need to get a smoke."

Taking the hint, you got up. He did so as well with some trouble, losing balance in the process. You were inclined to give him a hand for support, but he managed to find his footing pretty quickly. You never thought you'd consider a drunk hedgehog this adorable.

As soon as you crossed the border to the outside, you felt the wind pass you by in the most uncomfortable sensation. Ignoring the goosebumps appearing on your skin, you leaned onto the nearby railing, waiting for Scourge to dig out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He passed you the pack in a silent offer. You took it.

He was courteous enough to light up your cigarette. You blew the smoke onto the cold air, briefly hugging your body with one arm in attempt to fend off the chill. Scourge leaned against the railing next to you, observing the visible puff of your breath mixed with the smoke. The night was quiet, the music now almost completely stopped. Not a word was spoken between you two, but it was a comfortable silence. You knew you were gonna look back on this memory fondly. Well, as fondly as you could with the cold distracting you at the moment.

Scourge seemed to notice your problem, the way your body shivered, along with your attempt to downplay it. It was nothing, you could handle it.

That was until you felt the familiar warmth creep up your side again, with Scourge's arm pulling you closer, letting you use his body as a personal heater. You wanted to comment on it, opening your mouth to come up with some witty quip, but there was nothing. You were left... kind of speechless. Such a small gesture, yet it spoke a lot about the progress in your relationship with the hedgehog. It wasn't to make a point, to start another bickering session. He simply... cared enough for you not to freeze. Which warmed your heart more than your body. Scourge's expression was left ambiguous, almost as if he didn't register his action at all. As if it was normal. Despite Scourge's hopes of you not commenting about it, his ear turned your way as soon as he heard your voice.

"...I see you're getting cold." You started, hoping it didn't sound too accusatory. It was a lighthearted remark, one to show that you were fine with the situation. He merely scoffed, taking a second to think of a response.

"You got it for free, and you're still complaining?" He looked for your reaction, obviously using your previous words. You couldn't help but chuckle, leaning closer into his embrace. Scourge's grip on you became less tense as he felt you accepting his touch.

"That's not a complaint," you clarified after taking a drag out of your cigarette, blowing the smoke the other way. "I'll take what I can get."

Scourge couldn't deny he felt a spark of affection towards your way, seeing how your features softened in an earnest smile. You were enjoying yourself, shamelessly. He was almost jealous of how carefree you looked.

"Well, enjoy it then." He puffed the smoke away, his tone almost somber. The energy has also drained from him as well, turning him into a somewhat mellowed out version of himself. Sleep was threatening to overtake him any minute now, which is why he wasn't as high alert as usual. He was actually honestly relaxed, the need for being in control swept away by the wave of exhaustion. It probably didn't count as pure relaxation, but the way he had you in his grasp just felt right. No strings attached, it seemed.

One fact had managed to slip your mind up until this point. What happened to Fiona? You realized too late you spoke your thoughts out loud, hearing a displeased grunt from the previously content Scourge. It was obviously not a topic he wanted to expand on, but you had no way to take it back.

"We broke up." Scourge muttered, a hint of his usual bite returning for just a minute, until it was covered by an uncaring facade. His grip on you tightened for a second, signalizing it was probably a very sour experience. I mean, they were pretty much codependent on each other. You couldn't imagine how rough it must've been, with everything else that has been on his plate.

"Oh." Was all you managed to say, regretting bringing the topic up.

"Not something I wanna think about it." He said, a feeble attempt to hide the flaring defensiveness. His expression was not betraying much, and at the same time disclosing a lot. The memory obviously brought back some pain that he'd rather not get into. That was fair. "Not when I managed to finally catch some break this month."

"Yeah, don't worry, I ain't gonna push. Uh, sorry for bringing it up." You reassured him, only getting an acknowledging, quiet grunt in response. A minute of tense silence passed by, and you began to worry you managed to break the mood of this so far pretty successful party, until you felt his body leaning against you. His chin rested on your shoulder once more, his chest pressed against your back, just like it did during the jenga wars. He sighed heavily through his nose, inevitably inhaling some of your scent. It was mixed with the alcohol and cigarettes, but it was still distinctively of you. The smell was comforting, although he would never admit it.

"I'm tired the fuck out. Wanna hit the hay?" He turned his head to you, your faces mere inches away. His tone might have sounded disinterested, but there was also a certain softness to it. The tired rasp in his voice was soothing, a big difference to his usual spunk. You knew not a lot of people got to experience Scourge in this state. You were lucky.

"Yeah," you nodded simply, going back to the warm house. Both of you were exhausted, your sole objective to find anywhere to sleep. You haven't really discussed the details beforehand, leaving you to search for any place that wasn't occupied by the already sleeping guests. Fortunately, you noticed the host.

"Oh, hey, still awake?" Sonic chimed in, his tone friendly but also obviously tired.

"Not for long," you started, offering a smile in return. "Got any free space to sleep?"

"Oh, um..." He looked around the place, his thought process visible out in the open. "Let's see..." He sped off to get some pillows and blankets, putting them on the carpet. It was an unoccupied corner near the wall. Small and slightly further away from the other guests.

"Sorry, the best spots are already taken." He pointed at the couch, housing at least 3 other mobians in there.

"Anything works, really." You laid down on the soft (as much as it could be) ground, your sore muscles getting a rest from being up all night. Scourge's sight jumped from you to Sonic, his brow raised in an obvious question.

"And where do I sleep?" He asked bluntly, not bothering to sugarcoat his question. Sonic did not have that privilege yet.

"You're sleeping here." You stated, sure of yourself, moving your body to make some space. You were way too tired to care. Scourge, even if surprised, didn't show it. His knees bent on their own and in no time he was laying next to you, his eyelids threatening to close any minute. Sonic, noticing he wasn't needed anymore, offered a sleepy goodnight and headed to his bedroom. Scourge grumbled something in return, but it was hardly a goodbye.

Finally having a moment to rest, you recalled all the good times from tonight, slowly succumbing to slumber. Your hazy train of thought was disrupted by Scourge's quiet rasp.

"Guess all I needed was some alcohol to get you to sleep with me." You didn't even have to open your eyes to sense his stupid grin. You scoffed, but a smile occupying your lips betrayed you weren't about to reprimand him.

"I expect you to take me to dinner afterwards." You replied with your own playful remark, hearing him barely stifle the chuckle to not wake up the others.

"Oh, you're expecting a lot then." He quipped back, rotating his body to face you. Opening your eyes, you could barely make out his amused features in the dark, but the close proximity definitely helped. Somehow, it didn't push you away. It made you want to get even closer. Not commenting on your actions, you scooted closer, deciding that Scourge's chest was way comfier than the old pillow Sonic gave you. You didn't miss the way his breath hitched when your arm carelessly fell on his waist.

"You sure you haven't drank too much tonight? The hangover's gonna be a hell of a bitch to deal with tomorrow." He teased, trying to regain some confidence in his voice. He did enjoy the superiority he felt in the current circumstances, but this territory was unknown. Usually people recoiled in disgust, not willingly crawled up to him.

"You sure you wanna ruin the moment?" You were too tired for your casual bickering, resorting to painful bluntness, sure that it would shut him up.

It did.

After concluding he did not have a valid response, defeated, he resorted to putting his arm loosely on your side after a cynical chuckle.

Whether you knew it or not, Scourge considered this night a win.

[deadkraker]

ok had a reblog that awoke the cTommy demons in me so let me just rant for a second about my very specific flavour of cTommy I've made up ok? ok.

you know how like there's stories of kids surviving in the woods by themselves and living among animals? well my ctom is that but with a twist basically.

he spent about his all his early childhood (1 to a 8 year old) in the woods, alone, and like, he was living his best life honestly, I think that he'd sometimes spy on some village kids on the edges of the village but otherwise he was totally content to just frolic in the woods and eat bugs n shit.

but then cwil found him and was like 'oh no whats this child doing running around covered in mud living in a forest' and just kinda picked him by his scruff and carried him home, not really understanding that the kid he just picked up might not be a human child that needed that sort of assistance, all children bite right? like it's totally normal for them to claw at the walls of the home, begging to be released back to the wild for the first week they're inside a home? yeah. and the shiny eyes and claws are just quirks he's sure. this child is perfectly normal and meant to live among humans.

after a while tommy kinda warmed up to wil even when he didn't really understand why he had to do a lot of things, why on earth were shoes necessary anyways? the shirts and trousers he got, they were soft and made him warm in chilly night but god, shoes were his worst enemy. and wil would also develop a fondness for him, and after that they kinda began traveling together.

wil mostly saw tommy's habits as just little odd quirks, and unless it intervened with thing he deemed important he let the boy be.

but then the wars happened and wil became very strict on how tommy should act, how he made the state look bad by climbing trees and walking around barefoot getting his uniform all dirty and untidy, and tommy you have to wear the tie, don't you care what they will think of us if my right hand man won't even dress properly?

and despite all the efforts he made to understand why the things that his brother- no, his general said were important and should matter, the uniforms made his skin itch and the long depatings and peace negotiations made him miss the vague memories of the days where all he had to be was himself in the forest. at least he had tubbo, he'd never leave him.

woops, wil dies, other shit happens, tubbo becomes the president and then exiles him, leaving him, cdream's abuse makes him both regress and progress with his masking, he's never been so much of a starved animal and a obedient follower as he was now, a wild thing kicked and tortured until any form of affection got his complete trust. only for it to be blown up like everything else.

he escapes, finds a safe place, get betrayed, flees again, holes up away from everyone else, because apparently this people thing that everyone seemed to be so in on just wasn't his thing.

some people offer to try and help him, and he accepts. once again.

they say he needs closure, which sure, he'll get closure, dream's in prison now right? it'll be safe right?

one cracked skull and revival and he's proven wrong.

but is it just me or is he kinda..odd now? a boy that once couldn't stand still to save his life, now just watched in the background, with those creepy dead eyes that were nowadays covered by those bangs of his. he seemed more like a ghost than ghostbur ever was.

he just wanders around in the woods, and the claws that had been clipped short by wil now were untrimmed, I swear I saw him hunt a bunny and kill it with his hands alone one time!

he doesn't really talk to people like he used to, mostly he sticks to chatting with tubbo and cranboo, cphil's tried to talk to him, tried to apologize for how things turned out..but he doesn't really get anything back from tommy. he seems more busy with collecting bugs and skinning small rodents for their skulls to try and unpack years worth of complicated feelings towards everyone in his life, maybe things would've been better if he'd stayed in that forest of his, at least he sometimes wishes so.

[your-girl-mj]

morning after [1610!miles × f!reader]

summary: morning after with hangovers and your sweet boyfriend miles

warning: mama rio in early mornings /jk

note: she/her for reader, he/him for miles. aged up!miles and reader <3

created: august 10, 2023

published: august 15, 2023

first part | second part.

[name] woke up feeling wasted the night before, which is true. she blinks the lights out until she gets used to it. looking around, she just figured out she's in miles's room.

she was scooted to the far corner of the bed, blanket neatly tucked her in, with an empty side of the mattress.

the girl slowly sat up, and she was hit with a major headache. hammering into her brain. a groan left her lips before she lay down again to make it stop.

[name] was rubbing the side of her head when miles came into his room. "hey. morning, baby." he was holding a bowl of freshly made soup, with a towel hanging on his arm. he spoke so softly to her, scared that any loud sounds would make her hangover worse.

"hi," matching his tone, she looked confused at the bowl in his hands as miles gave her a peck on her crown. "what's this?"

"breakfast, i made it." he grinned proudly. with a twip sound, he shot a web to glass of water at the table across the bed. when he retrieved it, the water spilt and wet the floor, "oh shoot—!" he was quick to send a sheepish beam

a giggle erupted from her throat, "you're such a dork." miles laid the towel on her lap and put the bowl in her hands.

"don't eat it yet," then taking off to get towels on his drawers, muttering; "didn't think that one through."

"¿mijo, estás bien por ahí?" mrs morales' voice is heard from outside the room, [name] peak at the agape door she saw her cleaning the kitchen. she's cleaning the mess miles made. [son, are you okay over there?]

"buenos dias, señora." the girl greeted, slowly sitting up again, as mrs. came in the room. not noticing miles hanging the now wet towel by his window sill next to his newly washed jacket. [good morning, mrs.]

"¡buenos dias, mija!" her voice made a slight knock on the brain, but [name] smiled warmly at her mother-in-law. "¿ya te lo comiste? miles lo hizo solo para ti." [good morning, daughter!] [did you already eat it? miles made it just for you.]

"not yet, but i'm sure it's good—" the girl was about to sip, but mrs. morales stopped her before she could get a taste. the spoon full was frozen in mid-air as she waited for the woman's words, thinking she did something wrong.

"ah!" a single sound makes it feel like you did something you should've. "mijo, feed her. i'm getting her some aspirin." with that, she left the room, leaving the door open for reasons.

"i was gonna before you came in," miles muttered a comment, rolling his chair closer to the bed, smiling at his girl who mirror it back.

"what did you just say?" mrs morales swiftly turned to face where his room is. her tone is blaring enough to be heard loud and clear. hands rested on her hips with a deep frown.

"i said, i was already planning to, mama!" miles cupped a hand over his mouth, not wanting to make [name]'s hangover worst. "sorry 'bout the noise, [nickname]." he sends a sheepish grin, stirring the soup, then scooping a spoon full and feeding her.

the two can hear mrs. morales muttering along the lines of, "if i heard one bad mouth, i'll ground him for three months. mummbling and muttering, i will woop his—" and the rest is mystery.

"its okay," she replied once swallowed, "i like lively mornings with you," [name] rested her hand over his, a beam never seems to left her features, "any morning with you, to be honest. it's been a while since i stayed over." with that, she continued to eat as he fed her. mrs. morales order's.

miles feel the same warmth in his heart at his girl. thinking about it, it's been a while since they spent the night together, and it's because he's busy being spiderman, a son, and a student all together. he only has a little time to be her boyfriend.

he soon feels guilt in his chest once again, the same one he felt last night. he now knows what she meant when she said he cancelled another date. sober [name] said it was fine while drunk [name] is saying she feels unloved.

they do say drunk words are sober thoughts.

before miles can bring up the topic, his dad already there to join the chaos. "what's the fuss all about?" he gave his wife a bear hug from behind. he's already in uniform, ready for work.

"my daughter has a hangover," mrs. morales stated, she finally found the medicine, and strolled her way back. those words never fail to make [name] melt on the spot.

"kidnapping is illegal." mr. morales reminded her, making himself a cup of coffee. his wife ignored his words and set water on the table as well as the aspirin the girl needed.

"drink this once you're done eating. miles, you're in charge of her." she gave him a firm look before pulling the door to only a few inches open.

"i'm starting to think she loves you more than me," miles shrugged, taking a few sips on the soup as well before feeding his girl. his eyes are literally heart-shaped as he looks at her lovingly.

"sorry, you have to find it this way, babe," [name] matches his tone, drawing a chuckle from her s/o. after a short moment, she leaned to his headboard with a sigh. "sorry, i got drunk. you probably had a hard time getting me home," she refused to meet his eyes, playing with the helm of the blanket on top of her.

"nah, it's cool. you're adorable when you're drunk." he kissed her on the nose, which she crunched up in process. "do you remember anything yesterday?" thinking she might be able to recall what she said to him.

as miles fetch her water and medicine, she couldn't help but get curious. "no. did we swing to your room?"

"if we did, the streets in brooklyn will be close for major clean up." his hand was fast to catch the thrown book at him, just seconds after his spider sense activated. he spun to face her, dorky beam is present to his face.

his girl only narrowed her eyes at him, "i don't know if i should be pissed or attracted to you right now." miles only shook his head with a laugh.

he thought back what her words were about last night. he wanted to make things clear and apologise for cancelling his dates with her more often than he intended.

she did say she doesn't drink, but why change that last night? he thought about it. clogs working on his brain before he was hit with reality. but he wanted to confirm it before assuming.

"is there any reason why you..drink last night?" miles asked gently and worried at the same time, not wanting to make her taken back with the sudden question.

"uh.. i kinda wanna know what it tastes like and... i guess i lost track.." it was the hesitancy in her voice that made his assumption higher. "this thing tastes amazing, by the way. i didn't know you had a chef dna in your blood." [name] smiled lightly, holding the bowl up then setting it to his bedside table.

changing the topic, he thought. "what can i say? i'm a genius," he hid his flustered expression with a smirk. miles hand her the aspirin, sitting beside her on his bed. miles watched her chugged up the water. once she was done, he started, "y'know, you can tell me anything, right?" taking her hand in his. miles' other hand put the cup away, right next to the bowl.

as the heat of his palms envelopes hers, it made her lean her body to him, swallowing the heat of his body, head on his shoulder. miles gladly accepts the gesture, wrapping his arms around her. "i know you basically know all my secrets." chuckling, she played it cool.

miles rest his head on top of hers, breathing out a sigh, "not all of them.." pulling her to his lap, just letting her rest. he peaked the crown of her head. "¿Por qué bebiste hermosa?" [why did you drink, beautiful?]

[name] can tell he was worried, she also feels a little guilty. miles let her play with the helm of his shirt, folding and unfolding, tugging it, wrinkling it. whatever made her to process her words to say. "i don't know.."

"you don't know?" his hands tapping on her thighs, before drawing — doodling on her back with the tip of his finger. they're completely relaxed to each other, to the point they didn't see mrs. morales sneaking a picture of them, then letting them be.

"i was... feeling kinda lonely, i guess.." she crumbled the bottom of his shirt, "i don't really know.." she whispered, dancing around the truth. she's too embarrassed to admit that she misses him dearly,

they've been like this for almost a year. few months after miles became spiderman, he's always there for her.

they still have time together, but after a few times of miles missing a date or hangout... those few times became often. and she feels like she's his best friend again, just.. hanging around for a short while before he leaves.

"y'know, you told me you feel unloved because i always cancelled our dates..." miles feel her hands stopped fidgeting, her state completely frozen. "is it true?"

when [name] only stayed quiet, he suck his teeth. "hey, it's okay if you do. i won't cancel on you again, i promise you."

"...i—" she took a breath, "i don't want to feel like a priority to you..." miles frowned at that, "you're already busy being spiderman, and with your studies not to mention with your parents, i don't want to squeeze myself in there—"

[name] was unable to finish as his lips pressed into hers, miles pulled away from a second, looking at her briefly before locking their lips in a kiss again.

once pulled away, the girl is in awe for a short amount of time before hiding into his neck. miles gave her ear a kiss, whispering. "you don't have to squeeze yourself in. you're already in it." sighing, disappointed to himself, "it was my fault.."

"miles..." she shook her head, ready to deny his words.

"no, don't deny it." he pulled away, looking at her beautiful face, cupping it in his hands. "I've been a bad boyfriend to you for so many months now... and i'm really sorry, sunflower.." [name] feel her heart skip a beat at the old nickname he always call her when they started their relationship, where everything was perfect.

the nickname brought both nostalgia.

"i wanna make it up to you, and not just flowers, chocolates, and some drawings." holding her hands in his, he kisses each and every finger and knuckles, "i want to make it up to you in a real date, without any interpretations. just me and you." his eyes held hope and determination. he doesn't want to mess this up.

[name] feel a smile crept to her lips before it was wiped out and worry was replaced. "but miles, what if—"

"dad can handle it." miles immediately answered, but her expression didn't change, she feels like she would be the reason why someone would get hurt because spiderman didn't show up. "they'll be okay. it will only be once in a while. there are no super villain on the loose for them to need me. dad can handle a few criminals."

the smiled he adored came back, making him mirror it. "okay," she nodded, pulling him into her once again, "i missed you."

"i missed you too, sunflower."

sorry for not posting sooner, writer's block beat me like miguel beating miles (child abuse /jk) 😔

[ghostscarface]

Nah Sirius was let down by the people around him why did no one consider the fact he wouldn’t betray James and why did no one try to get him a trial.

He was obviously depressed/ traumatised and made himself believe Harry was better off without him, once he knew he was in danger that gave him the motivation to escape

Prejudices and rumors killed the cat.

Everyone assumed that the heir of black finally acted like an actual member of the Black family. A lot of them, just waited for Sirius to make one wrong step towards the dark. No one but James and Co saw him as just Sirius everyone else saw him as the heir of house black, which was known for their dark wizards.

The same way Jily and Sirius didn't trust Remus being the secret keeper because of his lycanthropy,assuming that he could join the death eaters any day, since many werewolves felt more respected and accepted from Voldemort. Even if they knew Remus for years they thought it was possible. We all know how the wizarding world treats Werewolves , I can barely blame them for joining him.

The war was still going on when Sirius got arrested, in its final days of course, so they had lots of death eaters trials going on, I assume, plus can you imagine the anger and hatred of the crowds. It was mostly to Barty Crouch Sr who ordered him to go to Askaban without Trial.

The "remains of pettigrew" and the eyewitnesses of the explosion (that peter caused) speaked against Sirius. They thought he went mad and killed and betrayed all of his friends.

I believe the known tale of "house of black insanity" also played against the possibility to just give him veritaserum. Everyone thought he did it.

There was no one to defend him, James and Lily were dead, James Parents too, Remus thought he did it but werewolves were not taken seriously by the ministry anyway, his own family disowned him years ago and probably ignored everything about it, Dumbledore pleaded against him,he only inherited everything because he was the last surviving black and expected to die in Azkaban...

About his mental state ,yeah I agree he drowned in guilt and depression and in a lot of "what if I did that- what if we didn't-" for years in Azkaban. He felt responsible for their deaths even if he wasn't the one betraying him. But he said the one thing that kept him sane there, was that he knew that he was innocent. The dementors couldn't take away this memory because it was a sad one. So I think the depression and guilt was there.

Sirius escaped Azkaban because he recognised Peter's Animagus Form on the daily prophet. Not because of Harry per se, but because of what Peter would do to Harry. After twelve years for the first time, his godparent alarms went off. Woop woop.

I'm not sure why Sirius thought that Harry was well off and cared, where would the boy live if his parents are dead, everyone on the Potter's side were dead, Sirius was in prison and I can assume that Lily at least told them about his sister and her views about magic.

He loved Harry don't get me wrong, but not Harry as a Person, but everything that represented Harry. Which makes him unfit. Yes his mental state and the things he went through explains it but not making it okay,trying to get James back through Harry. Both of them used each other as a substitute for James, but Sirius was the adult there. I mainly talked about how he acted after escaping Azkaban. The problem is if you're responsible for a child and there is no one else there, no matter how you feel or how your mental state is doing, you need to be there for said child and be the adult they need. If you don't you fuck up.

[circusinthewalls]

SEMI-NSFW Soap Ramblings - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Implied Eating Disorder) [Masterlist]

Johnny couldn't remember the last time he'd seen you in the mess hall. Not consistently, at least. Felt like it'd been weeks since you'd been in there for all three meals.

And of course, he saw you at other times of the day, saw you throughout the base here, and there, but he missed eating with you. Your warmth at his side on the bench was something he didn't realize he'd gotten so used to. He wanted you back. Wanted you home, if home could ever be a place next to him.

Now he's wandering into your room like a lost puppy, slipping in past the cracked door and crawling into bed with you. It startles you at first when he drapes an arm over your side, the feeling drawing you quickly out of your half-asleep state, but then he mutters your name and that thick brogue let's you know that it's just him cozied up against your back.

Tension eases out of your muscles at the familiarity. Johnny's always been welcome in your bed. Such is par for the course with the platonic intimacy you share. You greet him with a small hum when he noses against your nape.

"Tired, lovie?" he queries, voice low and soft.

You give another hum and a confirming nod in response. Tutting, he presses a kiss to the base of your skull.

"Figured y'must be. Missed you at dinner."

Guilt twists in you at the prospect. If food itself was at all appetizing lately, maybe you wouldn't leave him alone so often. Would it be stupid to simply sit with him during meals even if you didn't have anything?

To not eat in the place made for eating feels.. odd, and part of you would rather avoid it altogether, but... Hm.

You're brought back to reality when you feel Johnny's lips starting to mark a path toward the crook of your neck. You whine, shrinking up out of instinct, already knowing that he'll be relentless when he does find that sensitive spot.

"Don't hide me from me," he breathes against your skin. "Had t'get your attention somehow. 'S what ya get for spacing out on me."

"Mmn, that's not fair," you protest, squirming and trying not to laugh when he leans over a bit, giving himself the leverage to shove his face properly in against your neck. "Bastard- I can't help it!"

"Och, I know!" he huffs, kissing more fervently. "Ye ken I miss ya, though. Can't be mad at me for wanting to make up for lost time."

You scoff and finally turn your head to look at him, mouth open to speak. A gasp escapes in the place of words, however, brought about by none other than the Scot's mouth latched onto you, suckling on that tender little section of skin he's borderline infatuated with.

There's no stopping the way you mewl and whimper, muscles somehow relaxed and yet entirely taught under his ministrations. Whatever you'd been about to say a second ago is completely forgotten. Frankly, you don't care to try and remember, either.

One of your hands comes up to thread loosely in his short strands, pleading silently for him to continue. He could leave behind a dozen marks if he really wanted. You wouldn't mind a bit.

"Such bonnie noises," he mutters, pulling off.

Disappointment at the sudden loss has you blinking up at him, lips tugging into a pout.

"C'mon, none of that now. Never said I was done," he mutters and thumbs away the saliva left behind, "but I brought you somethin'."

You watch then as his hand withdraws to dip into the side pocket of his fatigues, searching.

Oh. Maybe there was a reason behind his visit after all.

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Meant to get this out wayyy sooner, but uhh sometimes life hits you with a silly goofy little mental breakdown and you download Grindr only to regret it after being sent like 40+ dick pics in the span of an hour. Woops.

Anyway, part two out soon, so keep an eye out! Feel free to ask to be tagged if you're interested. o7

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[unshieldedlizzy]

Rejection....?

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You had been crushing on your lieutenant ever since you joined Taskforce 141. Every time he was glaring at you, your face turned red; every time he walked past you, your face turned red; every time he called you by your code name, your face turned red; and every time he was close to you, your face turned red. His existence alone was enough to make you feel wet, yet you felt stupid. Stupid that you couldn't get closer to him, stupid that you'd get so shy around him, stupid that you'd always stutter and mix up words every time you answered a question or had a small chat with him, so stupid that every wrong move you made, you'd think it made him hate you. You didn't know what he thought of you though. I mean, the man barely knew you and definitely didn't want anything to do with you. But you didn't lose hope.

You've tried almost everything: you tried to be understanding, you tried to help, and you tried to get to know him better, yet nothing worked. Probably because you stutter like crazy and don't know how to talk with someone you secretly love. But what was the point if you could've spoken well to him? He just pushed you away, like he usually does to everyone, so that shouldn't affect you. But it did; it bothered you, it hurt you, and it made you feel miserable for even trying. You almost lost all of your determination, but you kept a small hope in yourself.

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"I like you," you shyly said, not sure how you got here in the first place. Well, you spotted him a few months later, and you dragged him somewhere private, wanting to let out your feelings because it bothered you and hurt you. Ghost stood still, his expression not changing, his eyes glued to you, not really sure what to say. "...we're not friends." He gruffly replied. You slightly frown; that isn't what you meant, but his words still caused you to feel more and more impatient. You couldn't ignore the pain that affected your heart. "No...I mean like...I love you." You breathed out, trying your absolute best not to break down in tears. Ghost didn't say anything; he just looked at you while being silent, almost like he wasn't there. You gulped and began speaking. "Aren't you going to say something?" You whispered, "Anything?" You continued with desperation, hoping he could at least nod or shake his head—just anything—but once he opened his mouth, everything suddenly went blank.

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You slowly opened your eyes; you felt dizzy—very dizzy. However, the first thing you saw was a white room. What on earth were you doing here—no, how did you get here? You whimper and started to look around; you are stuck at a table; something is holding you still, but you can't see what that is. "Ghost?" You softly cried out. "Stop projecting; are your delusions getting worse?" A female voice could be heard behind you. "What? Who are you? How...? why...?" you say, remaining speechless. What did she mean by "delusions"? What is happening? Who was she?! You thought with silent tears. The female voice couldn't be heard for a moment, almost like the woman spaced out, but soon enough, she spoke. "It seems like the asylum isn't working for you." ------------------------------------

A/N: Well, that was a plot twist. It seems like the reader was in an asylum, and poor Simon wasn't real—or any of the members of the Task Force. I was going to originally name this "imagination", but I thought it would spoil the twist. Sorry if this made zero sense. I wrote this at four in the morning and saved it to drafts because I was so tired, my eyes started hurting...woops 🤩😘😘😝🥰😍🤗❤️💗😚🤭

[nuevemeister]

Splatoon Oc! Hiyahhh!!

I'm really god damn late to the party huh? God dam. Anyways, me yapping is down below if any of ya'll see this or wanna hear! Oh, and more art, that too.

Her name is Mauve, 20 years old, and she is already a single mother working her ass off with the fatigue of a 50 year old. Mauve's been working for Grizzco since it first opened- Matter of fact, she's one of Grizz's best and most efficient employees! They have an odd relationship. Mr. Grizz praises her for practically being a wage slave ever since a child! Mauve used to ADORE this praise!! Until she grew, and the specialty and novelty wore off. Now the poor girl is deadpan as ever, being squeezed for labor kind of drains someone, don't you think? And yet, the grindset never stops.

Until she met that pesky Small Fry, that is...

She didn't want it to stick to her! But after patrolling one day, she saw the poor thing wail in front of the sunset. The moment the two made eye contact, the small fry waddled over and practically jumped her!

(They have a whole origin comic of their own. I should redraw it...)

Anyhow, to skip ahead. She keeps the small fry, mainly because she's in deep water(get it) if her Boss catches her with a whole fish sticking to her. Antics ensue! Such as it running off, and it destroying all her god damn stuff!! Oh, and biting the shit out of her. She doesn't like the pest one bit, but it's not like it's easy to get rid of it...

Until it all comes until the Small Fry runs off again. And this time? Catches wind of that pesky little Capn that dawdled in the manhole. Panic set in, and she ran ahead to grab the little fish to pull it away from causing anymore trouble!

... Little did she know, it pulled her into far more trouble than she could ever imagine.

Woops!! Go slowly discover your boss who you dedicated so much of your life to is actually a big bad evil guy!! Who woulda thought!! But anywaaaays thats all I have for now. This was fun, teehee

[cjinkling]

Lines From Scott Pilgrim Takes Off except its with Ford and Stan.

- (Maybe dont read this if you haven't seen that little spoiler of Ford about the Bill Book, although this isnt really canon... maybe? So its a eh whatever moment you choose!)

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Ford and Stan ANGST!!! (Basically its a just a random thought in my head thinking oh what if Stanley found out that Ford was keeping Bills Book hidden. And so I was like hell yeah! Ill write a short fic about that. And then I was like scrolling through Tiktok and saw Scott Pilgrim audio and I was like THIS WORKS!)

- Warning I didn't proof read this so.. grammatical errors, doesn't make sense? Well woops.

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Stanford Pines - "I- I was too afraid to face you."

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Stanford had looked away as he had said this. The rain was pouring down fast, on both him and his twin brother Stanley.

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Stanley was furious his own twin brother, he had first gotten him kicked out of the house because Stanley had accidentally bumped into Ford's stupid science project, then he had spent 30 years trying to FIX his own mistakes.. even if that meant erasing his own memory to fix it. But, no.. Stanford had to lie to him again.

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Stanley had found a random book of Ford's on the ground in Ford's bedroom, so Stanley went to go pick it up and put it away on Ford's book shelf, as he picked up the book he had saw the demon, Bill on the cover of the book. So, Stanley opened the book to see what was inside of it. Inside of the book spelled out one simple line. "Your brother is lying to you about everything" - Llib Rehpic

As Stanley read that line, Ford had walked in and stared at Stanley, Ford was stood in fear as his twin brother closed the book and looked over to see Ford. As Stanley was about to ask about the book, Ford had ran out of the shack into the woods at night, and with the rain pouring down hard. Stanley quickly got up from Ford's bed ran to his own and grabbed his jacket, his beanie, his gloves, and just in case a gun and some money for just in case. He ran down the stairs to get his boots before rushing out of the shack to go find his stupid brother -

Stanley Pines - "So, YOU LEFT WITHOUT A WORD?!"

- Stanley had found his brother infront of Bill's statue panting as the rain hit his body Ford had shook, since he ran out with only his red turtle neck sweater and his gray sweat pants... his brother didn't even manage to put on shoes. He was in what used to be white socks, however since of the rain they turned into a muddy colour. Stanley called out for his brother to come back to the shack but his brother didn't move he did turn around to face Stanley though. He told Stanley he couldn't come home.

Stanley didn't want to believe the book that had Bill as the cover page but.. Stanley had asked Ford about the book that was inside of his bedroom. Ford didn't answer; he had kept quiet which made Stanley pissed off, he went up to his brother with angry tears forming in his eyes and grabbed his sweater pulling him close with a forceful grip.

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Stanley Pines - "YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE NOTHING!"

- Stanley yelled at his brother for a good five minutes before he let go off his sweater. Ford hadn't said anything he had just let Stanley yell at him about how he had lied to him about everything. About how he had sacrificed himself for him, and about how selfish Ford was for trying to hide the book away from his family.

Stanford allowed him to say all these things because if he told Stanley the truth, he wouldn't believe him. Why would HE believe that he Wanted to keep him and his niece and nephew safe. That HE couldn't get rid of the book, that he had TRIED 10 times already.

Once Stanley had let go Ford had looked at his brother which he saw Stanley face covered with rain and a mix of his own tears rolling down his face. Ford had saw his brother as he was shaking and panting trying to get his breath back.

Stanley had recovered, he had looked his brother straight in the eyes with still hatred in his eyes, but it was slowly fading away.

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Stanley Pines - "YOU WERE AFRAID? GOOD FOR YOU."

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Stanley watched as his brother flinched at Stanley's sound of voice. Stanley let out a small sad chuckle as he grabbed his brother's shoulder patting it before letting go, as he turned around to walk back to the shack leaving his brother alone for the time being. Stanley couldn't face him for the time being for awhile. He would rather have a serious discussion with his stupid brother at the shack where it was warm and safe of any danger. But, before he had started to walk any further away from his brother. Stanley had stopped any said.

Stanley Pines - "All I wanted... was for you to see me"

Stanley had wanted his own brother to trust him with something for once

He should of known better.

[shadowground]

Hi! 👋 choose violence ask game: 9, 12, 21, 22. Can be tfp or tranformers in general 💞

Hi there my fellow Tumblr dweller! It seems the misery continues, but you've asked and I shall deliver! :3

9. worst part of canon

The worst part of canon in TFP except the fact there were money cuts, and director changes thus the series couldn't reach its full potential? For sure, facts not adding up sometimes. The info contradicting itself or being straight up illogical. Let me give you an example... When a new enemy drops in this series they are introduced like a Doom boss. But later on, while confronting autobots, they just evaporate with no effort from the opponent. Two vehicons at the beggining of TFP - Arcee and Bee couldn't fight them off for the half of the episode. Only when Bulkhead joined they actually retreated. Later on vehicons are dropping dead left and right with the slightest touch (I know there are theories about them pretending but it's still stupid). When the first insecticon appears, Megatron, the champion of Kaon, barely defeats the creature. On Cybertron Arcee cannot take it either, so it needs to be devoured by scraplets. Later tho, they drop like flies when hit by Autobots. Bulkhead can take 3 at once while being barely alive from tox-en exposure, and it is said they are the best insecticons in the grup. It's like the characters saw the new enemy, faced it while being underleveled af, and later they grinded behind the scenes, so now the enemies are just dying with a touch of their mighty finger (excuse my game comparison).

What is also annoying about TFP is the ammount of favouring towards Autobots while preaching that their enemies are very powerful. An example: Megatron is a menace, he is a monster, everyone is scared of him - gets his ass wooped every time. Starscream, the master of strategy, great commander deemed as unpredictable - would trip and die sooner than the enemy would reach him... Like, at least just state that Decepticons are dumb, so somehow their gigantic army with very dangerous general and leader, posessing unlimited energon supplies and a ship that can take them everywhere (that also has Soundwave on board) didn't win with 5 Autobots sitting in a cave, constantly starving, and stranded from their own technology. I know why they did it, it's more exciting for the viewer. But if 5 Autobots can best all of this, why didn't they just win the war earlier? I know we'd not have a show then, but it's still a bit funny when you'd think about it.

Next thing is that characters often forget that they can transform or have any abilities when the show needs them to lose the fight, even if they used said abilities previously when the show wanted them to win...

It's all very well-hidden behind the captivating writing and beautiful visuals, but mate there are problems. Anyway, it's still the best show in my book.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Airachnid - the queen! She's so interesting! I like what they did with her, her character, abilities, the fact that she collects species and just chills on her own in space, her unique transformation with spider parts. I'm surprised there is so little content about her. I myself have a bit of a problem with her, mainly because of my arachnophobia, and her spidering time... I just have a little block to make anything with it, but I love her nonetheless ;v; Her backstory would be something I'd gladly read about.

Breakdown - rarely seen without his hostile red car partner (affectionately) on fanarts. It seems as if fandom treats him like he was just Knockout's love interest, where I feel he has a lot of potential on his own. For example, his story as an ex-wrecker that got totally abandoned by the show alone. Him being much softer in character than other Decepticons and the fact he is one nonetheless. Very interesting to ponder.

Makeshift - the potential this character would have in this show... if only he wasn't taken away from us so early...

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Decepticons having blue eyes before the war. So many people jumped on the bandwagon of this subjective af Ratchet's story... and then it appears that the creators made it only so the children would understand visually that this was the moment of Megatron choosing violence. It makes no sence in the lore, and doesn't correspond to other characters that have also different eye colors than just red.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Soundwave. Him choosing not to do anything except when he is directly asked to. Soundwave is like a half-god in TFP. He never fails, can move groundbridges at will, can teleport the whole army to the random moon on Cybertron... Why won't he just teleport Team Prime to the vulcano? Or to some trap to insta-kill them if he can do the same with the whole army of Insecticons and Airachnid? He kinda just looks depressed in his corner and seems like he doesn't give two shits about the war effort sometimes. He would do something when he's asked to, and if not for that, he kinda just idles in the background. Except that one time he brought back the corpse of Megatron from the orbit. And I know you can explain it in many ways but the trial of doing so with certain details is something I've not seen that much of. Mostly people just brush it off with simple "he's just loyal to Megatron" but some scenes could suggest different solutions, and finding more reasons for him doing what he does is very interesting to me.

That concludes it! Thank you so much for the ask fellow Tumblr dweller! I only hope the read won't be too long, but I simply couldn't contain myself ;3

Ask game

[lunar-years]

would love to hear your thoughts on the team bullying/forgiving jamie in s2, in particular what you disliked about it. imo i think sam’s treatment was harsh but not at all undeserved, while others like colin and isaac were a bit twisted considering they fully participated in the prick-ish behaviour in s1. and the whole led tasso bit was entertaining to watch, but it really reveals how problematic ted’s hands-off approach to conflict can be. to the point where ted refuses to refer jamie (and later on isaac) to speak with sharon, and never fully acknowledge’s each player’s feelings.

There was a really good meta I saw on this topic the other day that i cannot for the life of me find in my tags to link here. But yeah, there are definitely things I disliked about it! For me it's less about the players than about the leadership & Ted. I actually think the players reactions/responses mostly make sense. It's a bit weird, like you said, that EVERYONE suddenly hates him when half the team was literally participating in and/or endorsing him in season 1 (remember that episode where the team is split into two factions and one of them is Jamie's? lol. Like it wasn't even just Isaac and Colin participating in the behavior, it was half the team). However I can see that their opinion of Jamie might have changed given distance and their own growth.

Also, we don't really see any instances of Jamie publicly bashing his old team apart from singling out Ted and Roy, but apparently at one point he was off calling Colin a jaundiced warm to his hometown newspaper, so yeah I can see why that might've left a lingering bad taste in his mouth. Also the boys have gotten used to Richmond without him at that point, and it HAS been a much better environment, so I think it'd be easy to overlook that they were actually sort of starting to like him at the bonfire the night before he went back to Manchester (which was ultimately only just one night), in favor of focusing on all the times he was made the locker room worse. Also, there's probably a bit of misplacing their hatred for their past selves onto Jamie because it's easier to shift that blame around a bit than accept their own culpability in the bullying. Just like it's easier to blame relegation on Jamie, because he's there to blame, then on their own shortcomings in the game. Is it a bit unfair to Jamie? Sure. But it's realistic and I don't mind it.

Actually the only one I'm a bit ??? about is Dani, because he was absolutely getting along with Jamie in Two Aces even despite Jamie's prickish exterior. Dani hadn't even been around long enough to be negatively impacted by Jamie's effect on the locker room culture so? what gives? I also don't see him bandwagoning on just because everyone else hates him (which does make sense when jan does it hahah). So it's very weird to me that he holds as much of a grudge as everyone else, lol.

The biggest issue for me is (once again. woop.) Ted. Because he didn't want to get rid of Jamie in the first place. He was in fact IRATE when Jamie was sent away, and got into his first real argument with Rebecca over it, that's how upset he was. So why is he soo hesitant, suddenly, to let Jamie come back? His whole speech to Jamie at the Crown & Anchor makes me uncomfortable, because the whole "You burned a lot of bridges" thing doesn't even add up to the real reason Jamie was sent away and totally dismisses the progress he had already started to make before leaving. It seems to reiterate that Jamie was sent away because he'd been Bad and Done Something Wrong. Sent away after he'd in fact had a significant breakthrough with the team. No wonder Jamie is confused. Ted is crossing all kinds of wires and it's ??? Not to mention that he tells Sam Jamie isn't coming back, then brings Jamie back seemingly without even pulling Sam aside and explaining to him circumstances have changed, Jamie is coming back, and why. It's one thing to have told Sam and then change your mind. It's another thing for Sam to tell you he's upset at you for withholding information, explain that's not the case, then go and do the thing you JUST assured Sam you wouldn't: not consult the team re: Jamie. Idk, the whole thing rubs me the wrong way.

Ted having a conversation with the team beforehand, explaining why Jamie is coming back, would've already gone a long way to help Jamie, instead of just springing him on them and throwing him to the wolves. Led Tasso was typical hands-off Ted problem solving, and it's a funny comedy show bit but not exactly an appropriate workplace solution, is it? I might not mind it so much if it wasn't the start of a pattern of behavior where Jamie needs help, asks for help, and then is like...ignored or gone around or "acknowledged" and not helped. it happens with his return to the team, it happens with Roy refusing to coach him, it happens with fucking Zava. And it's extremely annoying that the team leadership fails him specifically again and again. ugh.

Re: Sharon/therapy and referring the boys, that one is soooo mixed up in ted's own mental health stuff I'm willing to give it a pass. of course Ted's not to going to refer players to see her when he doesn't see what she does as helpful and doesn't respect therapy as a possible tool/solution.

[wheredoesonegetnameideas]

MHA X SHADOWS HOUSE

Living Doll!Oboro and Shadow!Kurogiri because i said so

(Why is oboros hair so light 😔(also ignore the lack of shoes ok)

This is kinda weird since i feel like these 2 fandoms have literally never met but i did it anyway!!

I didnt really change much in terms of design for kurogiris shadows look, just tried to make it look more fancy and European-ish, i wanted to add a tailcoat but i'd already finished the whole thing so i gave it up.

Kurogiri in this au doesnt have his whole misty body thing, but his soot would make him look similar to canon. His soot is very fine and speards outwards in all directions, getting finer amd lighter at the edges (like mist haha). Other than making him look bigger and being hard to breath next to him, it makes cleaning a hassle for Oboro, especially since it never stops spreading. And while his soot is voluminous, it's quantity is only a bit higher than average when condensed.

I almost forget about soot powers woops, obviously portals and teleportation wouldnt be possible in this AU, so Kurogiri's soot power wouls be the equivalent to Canon!Oboro's quirk, in that he is able to produce soot "clouds" that are good for blocking vision, making hard to breath, and storing things in them depending on the size and density of the "cloud". It wouldnt be the first time he and Oboro used it for silly pranks and hiding things from the star bearers.

I also feel like as much as Oboro is outgoing, shadow!kurogiri would inherit his more subdued qualities. He would be kind, compassionate and definitely have mom friend tendencies. He also likes taking care of others (group leader of shadow!LOV maybe?), and sulks when oboro comes in everyday because he wants to help with chores. (Oboro does encourage this eventually because he is a lazy bumTM and wants less work)

While different, they are essentially reflections of each other (and thats the nice way of putting it), so they get along very well! I also think they would be friends even with the brainwashing undone. (Also i headcanon that animals HATE shadows with every fiber of their being and run away if they're in a 5m radius, and even though there is no way Grandfather(AFO?) allows them on his property, they still still get to pet (and stare at) a cute (badly colored) ginger cat :D )

And in this AU, Oboro's nose bandage would be more important than it (supposedly) is in canon, because it hides a scar along the bridge of his nose that he got on a rainy day. Its not an actual bandage tho because that is gross. It just looks like the one Kurogiri first gave him after he was treated. The scar isnt huge like Barbie's, and really the two arent important enough (or annoying enough to Edward) that Oboro would be sabotaged, but it definitely set him back from being nominated for the Unification.

Speaking of the Unification, if i were to make this AU resemble canon as much as possible, then Kurogiri and Oboro would have successfully Unified (iykyk). But thats up to you really.

As of writing this i'm really considering making the rest of the LOV as shadows (especially Toga if only to put her in the girliest dress i can find and also because her quirk would make a perfect soot power)

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OMG I JUST SAW HIS EYES OOPSIE ANYWAYS

Oboro does feel guilty for ruining Kurogiri's "face", even if it was an accident. Kurogiri on the other hand doesnt resent him for it and was just relieved he wasn't disposed of. (Strangely enough, Kurogiri didn't dispel any soot that day)

The way i struggled with this part is unbelievable. It looks horrible TOT

The cat is perfect tho

You cannot convince me Oboro would clean up if it wasn't his "purpose". I cant imagine myself in that situation, i would simply pass before the Debut even happens.

Do shadows need to breath? I think they do. Does that mean Shadow!Kurogiri essentially suffocates himself the more he's upset? Wow talk abt hyperventilating