#im so sorry to the people who followed me thinking this was a piss free space

[yinyuedijun]

mao I go to work for 5 hours and come back to the reveal that you are into the watersports. I'm not judging I just didn't know.

15 YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP AND 2 YEARS OF TUMBLR MARRIAGE FOR WHAT .............jk this was a very recent thing . thanks to tumblr user @yutaleks specifically 😞

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part three

authors note: hi! its me again. i had some free time and most of this chapter was completed, sans gaps and editing, so i figured why not?

thank you everyone for all of the kind words, like im still so floored just how many people like the random shit that comes from my head!!!

also, some tags don't seem to work for some reason, like when i type it, the hyperlink doesn't appear so super sorry to those impacted by that!!!

warnings: angsttttt, language, suggestive content

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

word count: 4.2k

taglist: @pixiedust4000 @southerngirl41 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @wonderingfashion

You were sixteen years old the first time you drank alcohol. Truly, a result of peer pressure. Alcohol never seemed as amazing as your friends tried to preach it to be, not with the amount of hair you’d held back while your friends retched their entire days consumption in toilet bowls. 

Just didn’t seem all that appealing.

And then it was homecoming, and your school won the game, qualifying them for state. The whole town was in celebration, but no one was as lit as the football team. And, of course, dating the quarterback at the time and as cheer captain, your presence was damn near a requirement. High school politics and all.

So, you, Amir, and your closest friends spent the night house hopping, partying at one place for a little while before moving on to the next. And at some point, at some stop, you’d been convinced to try a beer. Honestly, it was disgusting as fuck, but a small part of you didn’t want to be the one prude of your group, so you downed it. And then another. Followed by another. Which preceded one more. 

And by the end of the night, you truly were white girl wasted.

You thank God that you had good friends at the time who made sure you made it home safely, because you absolutely did black out. Amir did too, hence him not being the one responsible for your care.

When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did was dart to the bathroom where you emptied your guts. The second? Panic. You were terrified of your mother finding out that not only had you engaged in underage drinking, literally violating the damn law, but you’d gotten so wasted that you blacked out. It was incredibly stupid and highly dangerous. Your chest tightened and stomach coiled at how she would react if and when she realized what you’d done.

That was the most scared and nervous you’ve ever been in your entire life.

Well, up until now.

Because all you can focus, think, and obsess about is the fact that Joe will be in your state, in your town, in your damn apartment in a matter of hours. He’d text you in the middle of the night a screenshot of his flight information indicating an arrival time much earlier than you were hoping for. 

Dread swept over as you sent him a message asking if he would stay at the same hotel he usually used when visiting, not that it got much use. He typically stayed with you during his visits. But, you offered to meet him there instead, feeling more comfortable if you were out of this setting, not in your apartment that had some type of reminder of Callie in damn near every room.

It took longer than you liked for him to respond, and his answer only served to increase your anxiety and trigger some anger.

No. I’m coming to you.

That was it, no explanation to your follow up texts which you know he read cause bastard had his read receipts on. Just radio silence.

That pissed you off even more, because why the hell was he ignoring you? Wasn’t he about to come talk to you about something anyway?

Oh.

Your stomach tightens. Not knowing what the hell he wants is driving you insane. You know why you reached out to him, but why did he seem so keen on speaking to you? It’d been nearly five years, what could have happened to trigger this sudden desire to reconnect?

And why the hell did he respond so quickly to your initial message? Truthfully, you expected no response whatever, convinced that he’d probably changed numbers after his massive increase in fame. Or, for him to at least hit you with the ‘who is this’? But, he didn’t, he called you and immediately knew who you were.

A tiny gasp leaves your mouth. That must have meant he still had your number saved, the same way you still have his in your contact list.

You….you don’t know what to make of that, don’t know what to make of it at all.

“Mommy, why am I spending the night with Aunt Mariah?”

Callie’s soft voice temporarily eases you from your panic, granted it also makes you aware of how she’s clearly unhappy about this. You know why too. Sundays are always your ‘special days,’ where you spend the entire day together doing the most random of things from baking, to playing game, to random dance parties that sometimes result in neighbors politely asking you to keep the noise down. It’s a tradition, and this is the first time since starting said tradition that it won’t be happening. 

Closing up her drawer where you were just digging for some pajamas for her, you move to sit next to her on her bed. Her head is down as she plays with the stuffed animal in her arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I know this is our day, but mommy just has some business she has to take care of.”

She keeps her head down, voice low. “Can’t you do it tomorrow?

Fuck. You hate disappointing her. “I wish, baby, but it can’t wait.” More like he won’t wait. You’re not sure what you would have proposed regarding a time to discuss, well, Callie, but it certainly wouldn’t have been the next damn day. “Hey, how about this? Why don’t you and I stay home tomorrow and have a special special day on Monday?”

At that, her head lifts, eyes sparkling with renewed excitement. “Really?”

“Yup. Mommy can take some time off, and you can miss a day of school. It won’t kill us.” You rarely ever take time off as it is, mostly because a teacher’s salary isn’t anything to write home about. You have to work your ass off to keep a roof over your and Callie’s head. But also….you’re not even sure what frame of mind you’re going to be in following this meeting with Joe, so better safe than sorry. “But only if we can watch The Lion King first.”

Clearly pleased with this compromise, she offers you her pink finger. “Deal!”

You two seal the deal with a pinky swear as you hold her into your side and sigh heavily. You wish that you two could stay like this forever. “I love you, Callie. Okay? Always remember that.”

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“He’s what?”

You anxiously chew on the nasty ass protein bar Mariah offered you after you realized you’d barely had anything to eat today. It was a part of the latest dietary plan she was following, probably something she found from one of those weird ass dieting groups she was a member of on Facebook.

You loved Mariah, dearly, but as you two grew older, especially after having her baby boy, Micah, she’d become increasingly insecure about her body. Always the smaller, thinner, more athletic of the two, you knew that she struggled with how much weight she’d put on over the years, especially when her plan to drop the baby weight didn’t pan out. You're not sure she’s lost any of it, to be honest. 

It wasn’t even a massive weight gain, and truthfully, you thought curves suited her well. But, it didn’t matter what you thought. What mattered was how she felt, which wasn’t the best, despite your best efforts to build up her confidence.

“He’s coming into town,” you finally answer, debating if you should offer her the rest of this grass in bar form. Why the hell is it so damn grainy?

“Today? He’s coming into town today?” You nod. “I’m sorry, I must have missed a couple chapters.”

“More like volumes,” you murmurs, sourly. It’s a great opportunity for you to set aside the dirt bar and explain to her everything she’d missed, from Callie’s initial inquiry to your calling him, to him sending you an itinerary for a flight arriving in roughly three hours at this point.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, careful of her volume despite Micah and Callie being occupied in the living room watching Bluey. “What are you going to do? What are you going to say to him? This is….this is bad, girl.”

“You think I don’t know that?” You lay your head against her kitchen island and force yourself to take three, big, deep breaths. “I don’t think I can do this.” 

You hear her exhale. “Don’t say that.”

“I’m serious, Mo. I—” You lift your head and try your best not to cry. Tears won’t do anything to help the situation. “I don’t know what he wants, but it’s obvious he’s angry with me already, and I can’t imagine when I tell him about Callie that he’s gonna feel any better.”

“You think he’ll be upset?”

“Of course, he will.”

“No, not that. I mean, yeah definitely, about that. But, I mean, you know….that you kept her.” It takes a minute for you to process what she’s asking, and it’s a question you hadn’t thought about in some time.

You’d been so consumed about how upset he would probably be that you kept Callie hidden from him that you hadn’t considered the alternative. What if he was more upset she even existed in the first place?

The thought alone takes you to a dark place. Feelings of rejection and abandonment that you yourself experienced and probably haven’t fully processed. Feelings you swore with your life you’d always protect Callie from. 

And always will.

“Then he’ll continue to not be a part of her life.” Your voice is sound and resolute. Mariah also recognizes that all too familiar look of determination that fills your face. 

“But what will you tell her then?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out.” A motto, a mantra, an oath. You’ve hit hard times before and always pulled through. This will be no different. Whatever's needed to keep your daughter from the trauma you experienced, you’ll do. No matter what.

Mariah knows better than to try to reason with you right now, not that there’s a ton of that needed. As a mother herself, she fully understands the intrinsic desire and borderline need to protect your child. She just also knows that you can be stubborn, and when you put your mind to something, nothing and no one can change it.

She just wonders how that’s going to bode over with whatever is about to go down.

You finish off the conversation with thanking her again for her last minute availability. You know you could have asked your mom as well, but she would have had questions, questions you don’t have the answers for nor the desire to explain just what’s happening.

Hell, you don’t even fully know what’s happening. 

As the time gets closer, you realize you need to get home and straighten up. Maybe vacuum or some shit. 

“Will you call me before I go to bed?”

“Of course, I will, mama.” You push back some of her hair, hating to see her sad again. She’s wearing that pout that you just realized is similar to Joe when he scowls. Shoving that from your head, you add, “and don’t forget about our big day tomorrow.”

That seems to win you a small smile, enough to make you feel less shitty about ditching her, even if it’s completely beyond your control. “It’s gonna be so much fun!”

“You bet your butt it is, kiddo!” You bring her in for another hug, holding her close and tight. “I love you, Callie Bear.”

“I love you too, mama.” 

Callie expressing her love for you is the soundtrack in your head as you drive home and even as you move around your apartment, dusting and vacuuming. You even clean the baseboard, something you’re sure you haven’t done since you first moved in when you were 22. 

You even make the controversial decision to leave up the photos of Callie or both you and Callie together in the living room and don’t really do much to move aside the indicators that a child lives here. Like her toy bucket near the TV or pink kiddy cups lined up near the kitchen sink. 

It doesn’t make much sense to you to hide these things when the sole reason you even reached out is to make him aware of why those things are there and who they belong to. You’ve stopped letting yourself try to figure out why he wants to speak to you or why he’s upset, realizing it was only making your anxiety ten times worse to the point where you felt like you were going to vomit.

Recognizing you have some time before he arrives, you decide to take a shower that’s much longer than necessary and will probably have you upset at yourself when you get your next water bill. 

But, it’s a nice distraction. Being fresh, clean, and moisturized is always a nice pick me up. Granted, you find it almost silly as you struggle to figure out what to wear. It’s Joe. Not Beyonce. Also, your outfit should be the last thing on your mind, as you eventually settle on a graphic shirt and some shorts. 

And realizing you have nothing else to do, you plop down on the sofa and wait. Wait for whatever the hell is about to happen once you open that door. Strangely enough, your anxiety seems to be settling. Granted, you wonder if that’s being replaced with denial, because you’re also starting to tell yourself that it won’t be that bad.

It may not be, but that’s not a good hill to die on. Preferred but not reliable. 

Needing another distraction, you scroll aimlessly through your Instagram, liking a few posts of friends, family, and former classmates from both high school and college. It’s interesting seeing how everyone ventured down different paths, some homemakers, some business execs, and of course the aspiring musicians aka unemployed. 

And then there was you, the small town teacher raising her secret love child of a WWE superstar in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. 

Your stomach twisting and turning tells you the anxiety is returning, but it doesn’t have as much time to heighten because the doorbell rings.

He’s here.

There’s this irritating yet quiet ringing in your ears and anchor on your chest, both of which make it harder to untangle your limbs and move off the sofa. It’s like watching yourself slowly make your way to the door, the tremble in your hand noticeable as you undo the lock and start to turn the knob. 

I love you too, mama.

Callie’s sweet, reassuring voice floods into your head providing the sweet relief needed to return from dissociation and snap back to reality. Eyes shutting, you take another deep breath and carefully swing the door open.

Truth be told, you weren’t quite sure what you expected to feel upon seeing Joe again, not sure what you should feel. This was a reunion, but only in name. Nothing about him being at your doorstep was warm and inviting. That much is obvious by his stoic, unreadable facial expression, which isn’t entirely out of character. Contrary and both similar to his current heel portrayal, Joe has always been more on the quiet side, not as easy to read. More open and warm once you get to know him.

You’d found that out firsthand.

Taking in his countenance, you can’t avoid observing the rest of him. He’s somehow even bigger than the last time you saw him in person, almost taking up your doorway, rippling muscles on full display in the plain, black fitted shirt he wears. His hair is pulled back as usual, clean line up, and beard fuller than you remembered him liking it. He’s aged, obviously, but well. Very well.

Heat rising to your cheeks, you step to the side, allowing him inside. You hate how you close your eyes as you inhale his scent.

He always did smell so damn good.

The physical distractions dissipate when he’s inside, the door locked, and it’s just the two of you. 

You notice almost immediately how he seems to be intent on keeping his back toward you, playing it off by taking in your apartment. Not that much, if anything, has changed. He can’t be that damn interested. 

It was painfully clear that Joe was already frustrated with you just by his texts, but his anger is even more palpable in person, borderline suffocating. 

Just what the hell did you do to upset him so much?

Clearing your throat and crossing your arms over, you decide that someone needs to say something because this silent shit is not working for you.

But then Joe angles his body, still not looking toward you but something else. And that’s when your anxiety starts up all over again.

You watch him, intently, as he walks over to the side table near the sofa, the one that has pictures on it. 

Pictures of Callie. 

He picks one up, and you’ve never been so still in your life. It’s torture, not seeing how he’s looking, unable to read his facials, clueless to what he must be thinking. He’s quiet for too long, so you decide to bite the bullet and say something. 

“I—”

“Is she mine?”

Waves. Heavy, plunging waves of emotions splash at you with a ferocity that nearly floors you. His question, so simple, isn’t what you expected to leave his mouth. It’s posed so quietly, lowly, emotion evident but not enough for you to know which one. Anger? Sadness? Confusion?

It stumps you, and for a second, you try to convince yourself that he doesn’t mean what you deep down know what he means. 

“What–what are you talking about?”

He curses quietly, and you hear him say your name before he asks again in a dangerously calm voice, “is she mine?”

You recognize this tone, the tone he takes when he’s trying his best to tame his temper, but there’s no guarantee that he can. And that in and of itself is not a good sign, Joe rarely ever gets mad. He’s irritatingly adept at maintaining his composure in all situations. 

Except this one.

You just want to take a nap, take a break from all of this. Everything seems to be happening so fast, too fast. It wasn’t even 24 hours ago that Callie first asked about her father, and now the man is standing in front of you asking you to confirm she is his daughter. You’re so confused about everything. How could he tell so easily? You always said and thought she favored him, but did she favor him enough for him to take one look at her and know she’s his daughter?

That doesn’t even seem possible nor plausible. 

You have so many questions, but there’s no need in delaying the inevitable.

Rip the Band-Aid off.

“Yes.” 

It’s at that moment he finally decides to turn around, and you can see the moment it happens, the moment the floodgate of emotions rush through him like a tsunami. He’s shocked. He’s confused. He’s angry.

“How did you find out?” Putting the pieces together is a slow progress, but one that’s progressing nonetheless. He clearly came here with that question prepared and ready to launch. He knew about Callie, knew when you texted him, knew when he decided to call. Knew before he even walked in and saw a picture of her.

He just needed you to confirm as such. 

That seems to be the wrong question, because anger is suddenly more prominent, both vocally and physically. “You’re seriously asking me how the fuck I found out I have a daughter?” Any attempt to control his anger is out the door, replaced with visceral emotions. “No, the real question is why the fuck you didn’t tell me I have a child?”

You’re not sure what it is, the emotionality of it all, the fact that you’re face to face with the man you’ve worked so hard over the years to get over, or even just the fact that he’s speaking to you this way. Maybe all of it. Regardless, you’re not about to just take it lying down. “First of all, watch your tone. You’re not going to talk to me any kind of way. Second of all, you are married, Joe. What was I supposed to do? Send you and your wife copies of the sonogram?”

“Don't put this on that,” he dismisses, swiftly and curtly. “Jadah has nothing to do with you telling me I'm a father. Don't you think I had a fucking right to know?”

“Of course you had a right.” He did. He does. You won’t deny him that, but it’s also not as cut and dry as he’s making it out to be. “But—”

“There’s no but, Y/N!” He cuts you off, and you have to take another deep breath. This time though, it’s not to lessen anxiety. It’s to calm your own anger that’s rising. Who the hell does he think he is to speak to you this way? Like you’re some damn child. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Are you going to actually listen to me, or are you just going to keep yelling? Cause I don’t respond to disrespect, Joe. You know this.”

He actually smiles, smiles at your words. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? I’m disrespecting you? You keep my child from me, and I’m disrespecting you?” He scoffs and looks up at the ceiling, probably to settle himself. “Did you know when you ended things between us?"

The surprising questions just keep on rolling. “What?”

“I swear to God.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. “Did you know you were pregnant when you told me to leave? Is that why you did it? So I wouldn’t find out?”

This time, you’re the one scoffing, trying to rationalize how he could even think to ask you this. “Seriously, Joe? I told you why I ended things.”

“Yeah, well, you’re clearly not the most honest fucking person, so I don’t even know what to believe anymore.” 

You hate the fact that his words don’t further anger you but instead sadden you. You see how he’s looking at you, with a level of disdain and disgust. It’s such an unfamiliar experience, an unwanted one. “So, I’m a liar now?” It should have come out much stronger, firmer, showing him that you’re not putting up with his bullshit. Instead, it’s a damn near whisper.

He looks at you like you’ve grown two heads, like he doesn’t get what you’re not getting about this. “What do you call what you did?”

Your head is starting to hurt. This is going exactly how you feared it would go. 

Bad.

It’s all becoming too much, your voice weighed down with the emotions of it all. You feel like you’re on the verge of tears, and you hate that. You won’t let him see you cry. “We’re not….we’re not getting anywhere here, Joe. I think—”

“You should get a lawyer.”

Your heart stops. “What?”

He runs both hands over his face, the heaviness of this conversation clearly weighing on him as well. “We need to figure out some type of custody arrangement, and I don’t think us handling it with each other is a good idea—”

“Custody?” The room is starting to blur again, items moving wayward and sideways. The ringing in your ears is also returning. “What—you—you want to take her from me?” You need to sit down, your legs feeling like they’re ready to give out at any moment. Take her. He wants to take her from you. Unable to control yourself, you snap, “she doesn’t even know you!”

He matches your tone and volume precisely, clearly unwilling to back down. “Exactly, I’m her father, and she doesn’t know me because of you!”

You can barely believe the words coming out his mouth, incapable of processing that he’s actually standing here threatening to take your child from you. This has gone from bad to worse in a matter of seconds. “So, you think taking her away from me is the way to get to know her?”

His volume levels down a bit, and you could have sworn you saw a glimpse of sympathy. “I don’t want to take her away from you, Y/N. I just can’t trust you to not keep her away from me.”

This is disastrous. You never could you have envisioned this conversation playing out the way it is. Desperate, you move over to him, needing him to see you, to hear you, really hear you. “You’re here now, aren’t you? Isn’t that enough?” 

His answer surprises you with its austerity. He’s so angry. “No, because it took almost five fucking years for you to call me in the first damn place.”

He moves away from you, obviously headed for the door. He has nothing else to say. Your head is throbbing, vision still murky, but you manage to rush past him, obstructing his leave. “Joe….wait.”

You’ve never felt so small, so desperate, so helpless in your life. It’s reminiscent of the last conversation you had with him five years prior, that same boulder on your chest, bigger now. Much bigger. 

“Please.” You’re not even trying to hold in the tears anymore. That’s not even important. Not in the slightest. This is your child.  “Please don’t take her away from me. She’s my baby, Joe. She—she’s never even been without me before.”

He looks at you, and you can see it now. Finally see it. Finally see past all of the hurtful threats, the dismissiveness, the refusal to hear you out. He’s not angry. He’s hurt. “And she’s never been with me.” He moves past you, but not before one last statement. “Maybe now you’ll know how I feel.”

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just curious, ya'll think joe trippin? personally, i'm team callie cause both reader and joe are wrong in one way or another but im also biased so ignore me.

[s4turnzbarzzz]

yo so im new to tumblr so heres an intro/masterlist post. please read this fully and interact with this before interacting with my blog!

sorry this is long but im not putting a cut so i know people will at least see everything on it

last updated: 17/10/2023 (dd/mm/yyyy)

before you start reading, i will update this when needed. if you think i should add something on here let me know so i can add it here!

about me!!

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♡ my names saturn, im genderfluid, im hard of hearing and im autistic. my favorite color is light pink and my favorite genre of music is hardstyle edm! my favorite movie is house of wax (2006) but i love slasher films in general ♡ i love writing so i figured that id bring my writing online to you guys

♡ i speak english but if you request something in another language i can try to figure it out with google translate but no promises that ill get your ask correct since google translate is funky sometimes

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♡ i love pairing people with characters so please feel free to ask

♡ im a writer so feel free to send in a request, however, no promises that ill respond in a timely manner. ill try my best to respond asap but life can get in the way of that

*games/movies/series i will write for*

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○ horror movie characters

○ repo! the genetic opera (main characters, aged up shiloh)

○ resident evil 1-8

○ dead by daylight (killers and survivors)

○ fran bow

○ undertale (main characters)

○ deltarune (main characters)

○ night in the woods (main characters)

○ coraline

○ beetlejuice

○ cod (any)

○ tf2

○ tmnt (main characters)

○ sallyface (main characters)

○ puss in boots the last wish (pibtlw)

*who i will not write smut for*

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● fran bow (fran bow)

● little misfortune (little misfortune)

● susie (dead by daylight)

● charolette and victor (dead by daylight)

● frisk, chara, and kris (undertale/deltarune)

● coraline and wybie (coraline)

● lydia (beetlejuice)

*what i will write*

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◇ headcanons

◇ shitposts

◇ lgbtqia+ reader

◇ underage characters (sfw only)

◇ nsfw (any topics like descriptive gore, not limited to smut)

◇ sfw

◇ fluff

◇ smut

◇ cnc (consenual non-consent)

◇ gore

◇ mental health issues

◇ male reader

◇ female reader

◇ gender neutral reader

◇ trans reader (pls be specific since i get confused abt trans labels easily)

◇ polyamorous reader

◇ platonic

◇ romantic

*what i might write*

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☆ furry reader

☆ oc in place of reader

☆ character x character (can be poly but that might get confusing for me to write)

*what i will not write*

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asking for the following will get you blocked

■ pedophilia

■ incest

■ rape

■ beastiality

■ suicide

■ underage x adult (yes im aware this is pedophilia but im putting it again because its fucking disgusting)

(ex. lydia x beetlejuice unless platonic)

■ piss

■ scat

■ vore

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[bbyboybucket]

I’m sorry. IM SORRY but I have to talk about this, I have to do it because I’ve been thinking about it and if you are uncomfy with violence and a little bit of dark stuff, this little post ain’t for you loves. This is about Bucky btw, it’s just gonna take me a min to get to him.

But if you follow me, you prolly know I’m a fan of The Boys, by extension Gen V, and other comics projects. But if you don’t know anything about The Boys universe, they are unhinged, they do not hold back when it comes to powers, they show the full extent of what their super people are capable of and sometimes are even pretty creative with it, and that’s putting it very very lightly. But all in all, they are not shy about showing the true extent of damage super powers could do, and that includes super strength.

That being said, multiple times in The Boys universe, people with super strength punch a hole through another person’s body. Like their fist completely going through their enemies’ body, coming out the other side. And I have seen that in other media too but I can only specifically remember this franchise atm.

And with Gen V’s most recent two episodes, we’ve seen some other crazy displays of unhinged super strength from Sam. We’ve seen the mild stuff like throwing cars, breaking concrete, etc. But also he’s had insane ways of fighting, he’s not only punched holes through bodies, but also his punches have caved people’s faces in to the point there’s nothing left, he’s ripped people limb by limb, ripped spines out, literally spilt a person’s body in half with his bear hands, etc. And for demonstration, I’m gonna just slip pics of the puppet version of something he did.

So this dude, when he’s pissed, goes from using super strength normally, to literally….well you know. He and pretty much every other character with super strength in universe are capable of it, and in other media I’ve seen it too. So my point here is, that Bucky, is also capable of this and going back to the punching a hole through someone, he most likely has done so. We just will never know or see that because the MCU isn’t R-rated, it’s not that violent or gore-y.

But Bucky is without a doubt capable because this is the same dude who literally punted a man a man into the air, through a plane jet, like it was nothing, like that is the bare minimum of what he can do. And it’d be crazy to think that Bucky has never used that level of strength. If he’s spent 70 some years as an assassin, there’s no doubt that hydra has had him punch through someone’s body or rip them apart. He’s probably done it by accident. He’s maybe attacked and dismembered Hydra members when trying to break free or in a fit of rage at their torture.

And I hear y’all saying “Oh but we’ve seen him fight people and he doesn’t seem near that strong.” He doesn’t need to be messy to be efficient, that kind of strength is unnecessary to display, when he’s effortlessly stronger than most. Even with Steve (who also is capable of this btw), there wouldn’t be a lot of reason for him to be that extreme, the Winter Soldier was calculated, not unhinged and blood thirsty. And also, other characters in other media, do not do that all the time despite being capable of it.

So yeah, thinking about this adds a whole darker level to Bucky, both in that it makes him scarier but also in the angsty way that he has to be fearful of himself and remember murdering people in a lot worse ways than with a gun.

[marvus-xoloto]

idk if you've talked about this but what do you think it would take to get marvus real and truly angry? like the kind of anger that turns his eyes the same color as the base of his horns. that pure rage. how would he react to that situation? what would it take to bring him down afterward? sorry this is such a specific prompt but im curious about your thoughts on it.

I may have spoken about this before, idk! I don't mind repeating hcs because it's fun to revisit old opinions and see how they've changed :o) PLUS i am like DESPERATE for hiveswap meta/analysis content and I'm happy to make more with people <3

Anyway. I had to sit on this one for a while; really had to think about it. (Frankly, my mind is feeling unorganized so it took a little longer than I wanted haha.) My opinion isn't super formed yet, so I'm open to discussion about this one (and. everything. i like to discuss).

My gut instinct says: nothing that he'll likely experience, but let's dive deep, shall we ;o)

First off, let's talk about Marvus and emotions in general to get a baseline.

Marvus is ice cool COLD. He's very easy going, only lashing out when things that are important to him are going to shit (and even then its's not a terribly strong reaction, see: his bad end when all the clowns are fighting. "Man wtf is going on" or something like that. Marvus enjoys performing for his crowd; more on that in some other post). That being said, he recovers quickly and will generally just Not Get His Hands Dirty (come on troll nostradamus letz skeet skoot).

He is in control of himself. He has to be.

In my opinion, this indicates that he has a very high emotional IQ. He has to have a high emotional IQ as both an artist and a manipulator (some might say these two things are one and the same for him). Not much shocks him, nothing can really get to him.

This does mean that while he is generally friendly, it's not easy to actually get close to him unless it's his idea. That's not relevant here, though, haha.

Here's another part of Marvus that explains his anger response: he always has a plan. The gears in his head are always turning; he's very intelligent. For him, anger doesn't solve any of his problems or bring him closer to his goals: he needs to be approachable (see: with Joey, how he manipulates her [don't get me started on their clown and kid friendship it fucks me up sooo bad]), and he needs to appear only as threatening as he needs to. He's quick to improvise (see how he protects Joey in the purple car at the end of act 3).

So. What gets to him!

In my opinion, the only two things that have the potential to get him this angry are:

-> Lack of privacy

Marvus needs to keep his secrets in order to, well, do what he does. This leads him to the instinct to keep his personal life and secrets VERY well hidden. Even if it's not a big deal on the surface, something like the name of his matesprit dropping or tracks leaking (that he didn't stategically leak himself) might frustrate him more than the average person. Something like explicit pictures of him, or something that someone could use as a metaphorical thread to follow towards his motivations or his ego; these might make him actually pissed.

That being said, though, I genuinely can't see him getting red-eyed angry about this. Generally, I do see him as someone who enjoys getting out of trouble, even if he's not thrilled about it at first. Like playing a puzzle! I'll leave it open as a possibility, however. What I really think could get to him is...

-> Knowing that he is, for whatever reason, not free or otherwise helpless

This is more esoteric and, frankly, extremely rare in his life.

Marvus really does not like the idea of having no freedom. We can infer from his general dislike of seadwellers combined with his ideas to "shake up" the hemospectrum (emphais on "shake up," notice that he never mentions improving it) that it's less about inequality and more about inconvenience. He dislikes that anyone might have percieved power over him (notice during his diatribe that he does view purple blooded trolls as unquestionably stronger and more influential than the caste above, and how he doesn't do this for say, bluebloods, who are a caste below but still in a position of relative power).

But having a plan is pretty much the core of Marvus's id. Not having that? Losing that sense of himself? Failing? I can see this genuinely making him rage-y angry.

Calming him down is simple: find him a solution. He's timeboud, thus goal based. He needs to have a focus point, something to reach for.

Anyway! Hope that made sense!

[lunar-wandering]

what's boboiboy

ive had three people ask me this and im so sorry for the long ass ramble you’re about to get hit by (for the sake of being Understandable for a specific part of this im gonna be using the Eng Dub names; but will be putting the OG names in quotes)

Okay so Boboiboy is a Malaysian 3d animated cartoon that you can watch for free on youtube (either in the original Malay with eng subs or the eng dub). There’s 4 seasons and 2 movies- albeit, the 4th season is technically a soft reboot, despite the first 3 seasons + first movie still being canon to it, the MC’s powers get reset to the beginning, basically.

Said 4th season is called Galaxy, and currently, Galaxy season 2 is being published in the form of a comic (to make things easier for the animation team, as they’re also working on other projects). Each comic volume is equal to one episode, basically. There’s one more comic to come out (vol. 26) and then they’ll do a season 3 in comic form. Supposedly the animated version of season 2 is set to drop sometime this year, but I don’t know the specifics of it. I’ve only read up to vol 12 of the comics- webtoons has an official english version thats up to vol.8, and there’s a fandub of the comics up to vol.12 on youtube that has english subtitles. (There’s also an official comic dub that’s up to vol. 3).

Anyways; the plot, so, like.

Okay.

The initial plot at the start of our show are these Team Rocket-esque (in terms of vibes and how incompetent they are) aliens are trying to steal cocoa powder from earth because it’s a powerful energy source. Eventually this plotline gets left behind in favour of other ones, and in Galaxy it switches to protecting Power Spheres.

Our MC is named Boboiboy, and to simplify things as much as possible, this Power Sphere Robot named Ochobot gives him and his friends power watches that give them different powers. Gopal can turn inanimate objects into food, Ying has super speed and can slow down time, and Yaya can control gravity. There’s also Fang, who is an alien, and he’s kinda like... the Red Son or Macaque of the show at first?? Redeemed villain kinda. His main goal was wanting to be more popular than Boboiboy, I think. (Its been a WHILE).

And as for Boboiboy, he gets the ability to control up to 7 elements, as well as the ability to split into 7 (albeit, he does so only once or twice in the actual canon, his normal split is into three). The NOTABLE thing is that each element develops their own personality, they’re all still Boboiboy and share traits with him (main ones i can think of are being a Dumbass and Forgetfulness- albeit the forgetfulness is actually a side-effect that happens if he remains split for too long, he slowly becomes more amnesiac the longer he’s split). The elements also have a second tier, with different names, that are far more powerful (and apparently theres a THIRD tier too albeit only one of them has unlocked that as far as im aware). The elements (and their personalities + how they manifested/unlocked tier 2) are as follows;

Lightning (Petir) | Thunderstorm (Halilintar) - was one of the first three elements Boboiboy got, achieved tier 2 after being. Effectively tortured by his phobia and getting pissed about it. Serious and cool/aggressive. Is basically the Emo of the group?? definitely the one that would be called “Shadow the Hedgehog” jokingly. I can think of no other way to describe him. Arguably the fan fave.

Wind (Angin) | Cyclone (Taufan) (i’ve also seen him be called Hurricane) - was one of the first three elements, achieved tier 2 by... basically getting high on poisoned cookies. no i am not joking. Cheerful and carefree. He has a hoverboard in tier 2. Kinda gives off skaterboy vibes???

Earth (Tanah) | Earthquake (Gempa) - was one of the first three elements, achieved tier 2 via protecting the others. Composed, protective, and reliable. Is jokingly referred to as the Mom friend by people in the fandom and they’re honestly not wrong.

Fire (Api) | Blaze - manifested as a result of Boboiboy being overly stressed, achieved tier 2 in battle. Spontaneous, instinctual, and mischievous. Swings back and forth between being a kinda innocent kid and being the hot-head of the group, from what I remember his whole thing was just wanting to relieve some stress.

Water (Air) | Ice (Ais) - was forcibly manifested, manifests when Boboiboy is relaxed, achieved tier 2 in battle. Calm and relaxed. He’s honestly kinda a bit lazy?? But he gets more serious later on. Effectively the polar opposite of Fire (Api), which makes sense since they’re basically twins due to manifesting at around the same time.

Leaf (Daun) | Thorn (Duri) - manifested during battle in tier 2 first, but didn’t truly manifest on his own outside of that until Galaxy, where he manifested via Boboiboy falling into a tree and hitting his head. Naive and a jokester. Acts the most childlike out of all the elements, which is funny since he’s not the last one to manifest.

Light (Cahaya) | Solar - manifested during battle in tier 2 first, didn’t truly manifest on his own until the season finale of Galaxy, where he manifested in the middle of a battle (albeit it is said that this element is summoned via increasing one’s knowledge, which Boboiboy actively did before this battle). He achieved tier 2 again after getting knocked out into space and getting charged up by actual solar beams. Confident and focused. Very overconfident and kinda cocky- an “I can do this by myself!!” kinda guy who thinks he’s the smartest one in the room.

So, those are the elements. The way the elements interact with each other is RIDICULOUSLY funny, by the way, they basically treat each other like siblings, it’s great.

Anyways I... think that’s about as much of the plot that I can give without frying my own brain right now hnsdlfksjlfkjsdfs.

Oh wait!!! also there’s fusions!!!!!! Frostfire (Blaze and Ice), Glacier (Earthquake and Ice), Supra (Solar and Thunderstorm), Sori (Solar and Thorn), Sopan (Solar and Cyclone), and Gentar (Earthquake and Thunderstorm). Admittedly I don’t know enough about them to make statements on their personalities- for some of them it’s fusions of both of the element’s personalities, and for some of them it’s just the complete opposite of both element’s personalities.

There’s also a tier 3, which only Cyclone has managed to achieve (becoming Tempest), but that’s also a comic event, one that I haven’t reached yet, so I don’t really know what’s happening there either hsdklfjslkfjslk.

Anyways thats,, it. I think.

[mmuffncakes]

Do Dagan/Rayvis, since it’s your fault the tag exists

youre right,... it is. but also your fault cause you wrote it for me <3

but!!!!

so originally i had it as a ship just cause "haha, lorge tentacle man + power bottom twink make brain go brrrrrrrrr" when i first saw them. but the more and more i played, and after playing several times and reading more lore and watching rayvis's reactions, learning his motivations and such (im a whore for rayvis, im not sorry), the more i realized that like...

this is *such* a toxic ship, in the best way possible. i know that sounds fucking whack, it is. but hear me out:

obviously, theres a power dynamic situation going on. dagan has control over rayvis completely due to rayvis's code that he follows through to the end. and rayvis? not happy about it. mans is PISSED that he not only got BESTED, but then got bested by someone who went missing for over 200 years. he could have said "fuck it, dagans dead, im free" but he spends his entire life seeking out what santari hid away because he REFUSES to break his code. and most people would assume death to a humanoid man after so long but he refuses to give up.

now, when we DO see the two together, its not just the code that rayvis follows. rayvis and dagan still share the same goal: tanalorr. but rayvis has just gotten infinitely more tired over the years because he wasted away in a prison for so long and then hunted down a man he could only hope was still alive. so he's just wanting to SEE tanalorr again since he'd first gotten there way back when. but with so many delays (and annoyances: peek cal and bode), the exhaustion is finally getting to him. but he refuses to give up on his and dagans dream.

on top of that, when we see them together, there's still this sort of scorned married couple on the brink of divorce. the lines "say that again and i'll cut out your tongue" "...it'll grow back" lives rent free in my head. rayvis KNOWS dagan can best him, kill him in even. but he doesnt. why?

because dagan likes the power/control too much. he likes it too much when rayvis kneels in front of him, confirming his loyalty and doesnt care that rayvis tenses when he leaves the room. dagan likes it too much that rayvis is still walking on hands and knees for him because of his code that rayvis so desperately wants to break but doesnt because he's too honorable of a man. and dagan uses it to his advantage. but there is, i think, a small amount of him that hopes that rayvis TRIES to break the code he has. dagan wants him to fight back, actually have no honor, break it.

"break it," dagan will whisper into rayvis's ear. "i know you want to." and rayvis wont, no matter how much he wants to. because that would only prove dagan *right*.

this ship is so like, toxicly co-dependent of each other. holding each other over one another in a way that just MMMMMMMMMMMM feeds me in a way i didnt think it could. they are messy, and toxic, and TERRIBLE for each other but FUCK mmmmMMMMMMM do i love it

that answers the first two questions last one is fucking "do i have an unpopular opinion" NO, its MY SHIP i have aLL THE RIGHT OPINIONS

still love your fic thooouuuggghh <3 (blow u lil kiss)

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

ok. i took a long, long time (song ref) but hi!!!!!!!!!

1. titanic fic (*cue shit-eating grin*). umum. im curious if there's anything about the morse code yet. or codes in gen actually. so. sentences with the word "code" :3

2. titanic vid!!!! Idk if you like the engineering aspects, but there still were a ton of other facts sprinkled in (spiral staircases, people that monitored coal balance, separate staff room for firemen, how they got air down there etc) https://youtube.com/watch?v=4begc_U8ygI#searching

3. surprise!! this is an interview. i have some Official Author questions for you (feel free to pick and choose, come back to this later, or just striaght up ignore lol):

3a. Do you have any authors (professional or not) that you aspire to be like one day?

3b. Following that up, are there any specific works (again, published, professional, etc or just amazing amateur works!!) that really inspire you?

3c. What made you start writing? I'm curious on anything that led to the conscious decision, of course, but additionally do you think there was anything you grew up with that "planted the seeds"? Was it any of the people from question 3a?

3d. What's the silliest (/pos) idea you've ever had for a fic? If you didn't write/publish it, why not? Was it a recent thing? If not, do you think your experience would have influenced that idea today?

if those dont make sense u can send me a messgae or something 👍👍👍 goodnight

ITS BEEN THREE DAYS but im here okay……. lets do this. hi pep :>

1) alas, i’ve been focusing on a lot of other things so i havent reached a written point of the Code Usage, which begins in like chapter 3-4. sorry man 💔 (progress has been made ! just not as much as i’d hope 😭)

2) FUN FACTS?!??!??!??!!?!!? IM WATCHING A DOCUMENTARY RN BUT IM YOINKING THIS RIGHT AFTER YIPPIE!!!!!!!!

3a) uhmmmmmmmm i dont exactly pay attention to authors as much as i pay attention to books but you know what. rick riordan. not because of anything he’s done or written but because of his audacity to write 20+ books in the same universe and still get 100000000000000 people 1000000% invested in it. i wanna write sequels forever. can i be him

3b) OHHHHHHHH UHM UHM UHM UHM the thing that got me into fanfic specifically was the fic “versability” (it was a gf fic about ‘what if ford never made the portal’, written like 2015-16, and yeah i did know of and even read a bit of fic beforehand but i was never into it) but just READING ? the land of stories by chris colfer, easy. mmmmmmmmm that was my fucking Thing. if i wasnt a baby at that time i would have WROTE. SO. MUCH. GOOD GOD. IT WAS MY THING. THE THING THAT GOT ME INTO NOVELS. URGH. alex my iconic mentally ill bisexual, conner my precious cynical boy. i need to read those again my GOD now i think about it that was fairytale fanfiction that happejed to bepublished and ohhhhh it was beautiful. im gonna read jt . iM GONNA DO IT!!!!

3c) in writing in general or just fanfic? for fanfic its that one day i had an gf fic idea (that i had to heavily revise/rewrite, but it did end up getting out eventually) that i hadnt read anything like it, and i wanted to see it. decided: hey, im shit at writing, but might as well!!!!!! 65k words later, its not a joke anymore. im a Writer now :) but as for in general, well ofc reading books. people told me in the past im creative and should get into book writing if you like reading so much. i decided well im gonna do it professionally, but might as well do something tiny, so i well uh wrote. im not gonna tell you but it certainly was Something. classic isekai mary sue dramatic plot hybrids etc etc etc but actually the queen the mc is “related” to is actually polyam and was in a relationship with both their dad and their mom and the big villain is the queen’s sister who’s pissed that both of her lovers ditched her for the human world (but actually they had to break up because because the society was not polyam friendly. there just happened to be a war after that). everything else was basic isekai except for that little crumble of lore. the queen was a bisexual. the dad was a pansexual. the mom was a lesbian. i think i ate there to be honest

3d) mmmmmm i gotta think. there was definitely a gf x amphibia au where ford got ploped in amphibia and the plantars IMMEDIATELY stole him and wrapped him up in their adventures right when the plot starting becoming a thing (early season 2). there’s one where stan and ford just….. climb a tree. it’s laced with a lot of philosophical talks straight from good omens knowledge but ultimately its just goody fun. mmmmm theres one where gabriel has no idea what crowley looks like, but he DOES know what Bildad The Shuite looks like, itd be tiny but so so so so funny. the gf/gomens crossover…..a human au based on that one tumblr post about a necromancer bringing people back from the dead to fuck with the killer and opening a discord support group….. the s1 humans + aziraphale being the victims, crowley the necromancer, and the s2 humans being the nosy outsiders who Notice things happens but can never say shit. oughhhh……… Yeah. yeah, thats good. most of these are recent except 4 the amphibia one, wouldnt change much about it even with the shit i know now EXCEPT being able to handle the relationships/emotions between the characters better, ive certainly gotten better at it and i love it. i havent published any bc either i started but couldnt finished, or just thought it was neat and moved on to plop it in the ideas folder and wait 4 inspiration.

OKAY THATS A LOT BUT THERE YOU GO sorry for the wait, man. you’re my best cupperty you know that right 🫵 ANSWERS!!!!! and ill work on titanic as fast as i can, it hasnt been forgotten !! i just gotta mow the grass….. (“short” fic wips)

[etherealspacejelly]

i've sent an ask before about self-diagnosed autism and whether or not it's valid (i would link it but i can't because i'm anon and i'm too socially anxious to reveal myself grrr). first of all thank you so much. i quite often reread it to remind myself im valid. <3

i have a follow-up question/kind of a rant. i have a friend who's diagnosed audhd, and she's the only neurodivergent person in my life who seems to think i'm not autistic (she thinks i'm neurodivergent though, but nothing applies well to me other than anxiety which idk if that's generally considered a mental illness or a neurodiversity??). it's so weird how she expresses this too, for example, saying i "have a lot of autism symptoms, but don't seem autistic" (i mask a LOT). and every time i vent about my autism symptoms and how they affect me, i literally swear i can see it click for her that i'm likely on the spectrum and she STILL chooses to invalidate me.

what makes it worse is that another person in my friend group self-diagnosed with autism and dx friend is so validating of him. which is good for self-dx, but it makes me upset that we receive different treatment from her despite both having the same symptoms and diagnosing with the same thing (which may be a selfish thought, i have no idea but i don't intend it to be). self-dx doesn't ever point this out, then dx and him act like they're the only autistic people in our friend group, and it gives very much a "you can't sit with us" vibe. therefore there's only two people in my friend group who i'm fully comfortable with talking to about my neurodiversity (and are now aware of this issue but don't really know how to help).

ig it's just starting to piss me off. every time i post about or even mention autism i hear dx's voice in the back of my mind telling me i'm not really autistic. do you have any ideas on how to handle this? i've been friends with this person since we were in kindergarten and she's a great friend besides this, so i don't wanna cut her out of my life or anything, but i really wanna call her out on this bs without making her feel bad or making her too upset.

i'm so sorry if this is bothersome at all ghjfks feel free to ignore if thats better. thank you again for your past help, your posts have been so nice and comforting to see <33

hey anon! i remember you. im glad that post helped!

sounds like your friend has some internalised ableism going on. thats a real shame.

its absolutely not selfish of you to be upset that you're being treated differently than your other friend, thats really unfair.

also her arguments dont make any sense??? if you have enough autism symptoms then. you're autistic. thats how that works? you wouldn't be like "well. you have a cough and a runny nose but you just dont seem like you have a cold." like thats. a fucking weird thing to say?

idk what to suggest honestly. i know it really sucks but, maybe its time to start to pull away from this friend a little? it sounds like she doesnt really respect you.

if you're going to call her out on it, shes probably going to feel bad. you're going to have to reconcile that im afraid. its the consequences of her own actions that will cause it though, its not your fault that she has upset you and invalidated you. you deserve to assert your feelings and boundaries.

at the end of the day, you know yourself best, and if you think you have autism (after doing your research and a lot of self reflection) then you probably are. self diagnosis is absolutely valid, no matter what anyone says.

[wolfisland2]

hey do you have any first time concert tips

YES!

just as a disclaimer, im physically disabled, australian, and i live in a large city, and those can definitely make a difference here

but heres some tips or things i generally try to follow for myself, under the cut!

⭐ always carry portable chargers. multiple if possible

⭐ stay hydrated. enclosed venues get hot and sweaty and gross and if youre moving around a lot you WILL get dehydrated. some venues offer free water, take advantage of it. also stay masked bc i cannot stress enough what a perfect breeding ground for illness venues can be

⭐ protect your ears. there are loads of noise reduction earbuds marketed towards concerts and loud environments in particular, and honestly in my experience theyre kind of overpricer, but protection is absolutely vital, ESPECIALLY in smaller venues in my experience. noise over 70db over prolonged periods of time will start to damage your hearing and ive seen 90db as the LOWER end for concerts ive been to.

⭐ if you have any headphones or earbuds with active noise cancellation these are also great options, i actually prefer wearing my headphones just with anc on than i do my silly little specialized loop earbuds.

⭐ try not to go to these events alone if you can help it. most concerts are at night and most concerts are at licensed venues and whether youre drinking or not, there will likely be people acting like fools around you. it goes without saying to NEVER accept a drink you didnt watch be mixed or opened yourself.

⭐ make sure people know where you are and make sure you always have enough money easily accessible to you (either in cash, or in your bank account) to pay for an uber or cab or whatever. if its a big concert theres a decent chance itll fuck up public transport. ive left shows at 11 pm and not gotten home til 3 am just because of how crowded shit is and how fucked public transport is after like 10-11 pm

⭐ get your concert merch before the show starts. like every time i am so serious if you wait til after the show 7 times out of 10 whatever you want will be gone.

⭐ if theres an opener i can almost promise you you will not see your headliner for like half an hour after the opener finishes. go pee now

⭐ in some areas if youre disabled just call the venue and ask for accommodations. i can usually make sure i get seated (for free) because im disabled and it makes such a huge difference its not even funny. like just ask. theres no harm in asking, worst case scenario is they say they cant help when you were gonna to to the show anyways. some venues will also make sure security keeps an eye on you so you can exit safely after the show too.

⭐ if youre trying to get close to the front at a show, barricade for example, youre almost always gonna need to show up way earlier than you think you are. an hour? try three. get there early and make yourself comfortable. itll suck and you might not even get close but when you do it fucking rules

⭐ dont be that person who has to get told to shut up. dont be rude or heckle the artists if they arent taking the piss themselves. dont throw shit at them. dont try and climb up on the stage. dont keep yelling while theyre talking. dont interrupt them while theyre talking by showing requests for stuff that isnt on the setlist. if youre close to the stage you might be able to see the setlist (and you might even get the setlist after the show if youre close enough or linger around) OR you can probably search up sets the artists have played recently to get a better idea. dont be a tool.

⭐ pit etiquette sucks rn. covid has made people forgot how to fucking behave and if the artist themselves doesnt set some boundaries dont trust that the venues rules around pits will be respected either. i am so serious. people die in pits so be careful. also tbh almost always unless youre like BIG VENUE big, if you call for a pit and wont get in it yourself youre nothing to me sorry

⭐ if you can, support the openers too! if youre lucky theyll be at the merch stands themselves after if the stand is selling their merch too. definitely go say hi and grab like a shirt or sticker or poster or cd or whatever if you can.

⭐ you will get charged like $20 for a vodka redbull. dont let them charge you $20 for a vodka redbull. pre game elsewhere if youre gonna drink.

⭐ if i think of anything else ill come back here and drop it, feel free to dm me about any of this

[ragdollfizix]

⚠️🏗🚧 teehee an intr o post!!! 🚧🏗⚠️

Haaaai ^-^ hi hi for the love of god hi. My name is fizix im a 22 y/o transman whos here for the silliness. And the cock and pussy and hole and tongue and cunt aand slick but also the silliness ^-^ i also answer to fizzy or fiz or puppy :D

yes i will make typos. its not a dumb puppy horny moment i just have fast fingers and im also halfblind with no autocorrect >_< please dont make fun of my typos!!! Unless its obvious its supposed to be a joke

This is also a sideblog!!! So if u know my main shhhhh no you dont :] i probably wont follow back but we r mutuals if youve dmed me and we've held a good few convos tbh

Im still kind of exploring this stuff but for the moment i'm a sub-leaning-switch. Like yknow how clownfish change genders to even things out. I can step up for the dom shortage if theres high enough demand but id prefer to sub ^-^

Im what you could classify as polyamorous but i dont identify with that label, im not looking for anything committed im just here to whore around and have some fun :D im bisexual, so anyone can interact! (EXCEPT CISHET MEN. OBVI.)

I am a man!!! anyone can interact but sapphics be known that i am a man and feel free 2 block me if that makes u uncomfy <3 godspeed queens. I try not to interact with wlw/mendni posts so if i do im SORRY </3

MINORS LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE. ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. GO OUTSIDE DO YOUR HOMEWORK OR SOMETHIGN

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Dirty asks are open!! I'm always down to talk dirty with anons bc in a whore <3 i thiink tho im gonna leave horny DMs to mutuals only!!! So dont dm me like "ouhh i wanna fuck you so bad with my big dick" because its not gonna work. lol. Also i know i act all funny and silly but i AM down to clown if you get me in a mood <3 feel free to send a horny ask and see what happens :D

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If ur just dying to know what i look like then uhhhh im a redhead w no surgery so i got titties and a cunt <3 im also not a shaver so you gotta fight the WHOLE underbrush to get to the center of the tootsie pop <3<3 is it like a. Cherry tootsie pop? because im a redhead and the. the pusee. also since this apparently drives people crazy im 5'4"

I dont wanna have a full list of my kinks bc i feel like itd be more fun for ppl to figure that out for themselves instead of getting a cheat sheet <3 anyone that does a quick scroll on my blog can tell im into oral, p3tplay, and praise tho. ill give a list of my No-Gos bc i wanna have fun with this blog and not get squicked/triggered away from it. List might be updated as time goes on

Yellow Light (stuff im neutral/alright with that i might indulge every so often): dumbification, degredation, daddy/mommy title, impact play, only mutuals can bondage me

Red Light (hard stops, if u come at me with this stuff ur getting blocked): r@pe, piss, inc3st, scat, v//mit, p3do/4geplay, gun/knifeplay, k1dnapping/hostage, detrans, intox, feederism

And thats all for an intro poast i think! Thanks 4 reading have a good day and DRINK SOME WATER i know youre thirsty ;] This isnt a sex thing this is tumblr we are all dehydrated here. Suffering is not noble drink the damn water

[morningstar-chronicles]

regarding your refined crossover dr. do you have like the future "plot" of it scripted? and if so, would you feel comfortable to share it?

i am so glad you asked

i am so sorry in advance for the absolute infodump coming your way. this is the part of our shifting journey where you find out i'm batshit crazy

so when i first shift, i'm gonna be about 15, and each season (except 3, which... well, you'll see) takes place over the course of about a year. you'll already see some immense canon divergence with the hexside houses and with hogwarts/demigods/shadowhunters existing and stuff, but there's also a school in the ribs of the titan that specializes in emperor's coven recruits- it's called "the house of the isles" but most people just call it the house. i can never remember if i've already posted about it or not lol

anyways, i work there as the silver soldier (i know i'm not original i know 💀) alongside hunter, or the golden guard. he's the head tutor there, and gives the kids general knowledge lessons while i do fighting lessons. this is where we meet micah and cass- they become important later.

i also attend missions with the golden guard when i'm not busy at hexside. i'm sort of like the cat of the emperor's coven- i come and go as i please and i don't love to do as i'm told. i stress hunter out a lot, but he recognizes me as an asset and eventually takes a liking to me. no one in the coven knows how old i am, including belos, who has never seen my face.

luz still has all her main character moment stuff, but because she and i are friends, i get in a lot of shit breaking people out of prison. including eda. many, many times. season one isn't really that special for me, i become friends with luz after she and amity become friends. i don't attend grom that year, so nothing happens there. things don't really pick up until after eda gets taken. i have no idea anything has happened until i waltz into work on friday and everything's gone to shit. i free eda, but she doesn't understand why, because literally no one knows i'm the silver soldier except hunter (which is a recent development) and my dad. the protest never happens because the petrification gets "called off" (eda escaped lol).

sometime between then and seperate tides, luz finds out it was me that freed eda. i explain i'm only in the coven at all for hunter's sake. she's like "what" and i explain that he's much, much younger than she thinks he is, and he needs protecting. she thinks i'm batshit crazy, but she keeps my secret.

i'm largely uninvolved in the plot again until any sport in a storm, where i join willow's flyer derby team. i recognize hunter and i call him out privately. he says he's on a mission for my dad and assumes i'm here for the same reason. i try my best not to sigh, because i sort of have an inkling that my dad is just keeping hunter busy (keep in mind they don't have a bad relationship in my DR prior to this, my dad just thinks hunter's kind of annoying lol). i don't say shit though because hunter will be like "you are sabatoging my mission!! treason!!" and it'll be a whole thing. besides, i know nothing bad will happen anyway, so i just kinda chill. hunter turns out to be a good player, and then he kidnaps everyone (me included for some reason? probably to conceal my identity).

everyone is highkey freaking out, but i know that my dad is literally just coming to pick us up, and most of my teammates will recognize my dad when he comes, so i'm super chill. hunter eventually calls me out and is like "i bet you're excited for the coven, huh?" and this is definitely how he finds out that i don't have a sigil. it's also how the entire flyer derby team finds out i'm a coven soldier 🤡

they're all pissed as hell at first, but i eventually explain the hunter situation and im like "yeah he thought he was gonna get murked if he didnt follow orders" and they're all appropriately horrified. they're still kinda miffed about me being a coven soldier but they'll get over it pretty fast (especially since willow is already talking to hunter online by the end of the night- they're just friends in my DR though, not dating). they also immediately bully me for being in love with hunter, which i deny like a lying liar who lies.

ah. hollow mind. i'm there for this one because i was hanging out with (read: babysitting) luz at the night market. i get sucked into the mindscape with hunter and luz and i witness all the TraumaTM. this is where the divergence starts- instead of hunter running off into the woods, i try to convince him to stay with me. he ends up at the owl house for a while (i stand by mom!eda and son!hunter but that's me pushing my own agenda) but over a long stretch of time he eventually gives in and does move in with me. my dad is fond of him, and my siblings get along with him, so everything's good anyway (also i was trying to get him to move in forever ago but i will DIE before admitting that). anyways the reason he moves in is because we start dating. not sure how i want that to happen yet. maybe i'll let it happen organically... 👀 probably not tho lol

y'all i'm gonna have to make a part two i got too excited 💀

[mimicaz]

𐙚⋆°. RULES!

my blog will obviously have my writing; I do have a Wattpad account but I don’t plan on using it anytime soon again (i used to write for villain to kill but havent updated in MONTHS now). ill be posting a lot about jjk and sometimes rants and complaints (though I don’t do that very often anymore).

I reblog fanfiction every now and then, please do not follow me if you don’t want to see any fanfiction being reblogged for my personal library (sometimes the post I reblog may contain nsfw. so sorry!)

interactions;

im ok w/interactions and I don’t mind chatting! since I’ll be writing sfw material only, I’ll be ok with minors interacting such as wanting to be mutuals, requesting, or wanting to simply chat, and of course 18+ people r ok to be here too!

no hate anons.. or anons in general im sorry, I just really don’t want to deal w/hate anons that hide behind a anon acc. so sorry!

Dni: im not going to drag in politics on my blog (despite myself being political) but I do not want a single zionist here. racists. homophobes. basic stuff. pls don’t be mean I’m here to have fun before I become a victim to college for 13 years to be a forensic pathologist.

 𐙚⋆°. NO’S N OK’S IN MY WRITING !

I only write sfw, and I LOVE maki, so obviously I’ll be writing her the most (most likely), im here simply because there’s barely any to little work for Maki on a daily and so I also want to be writing for her :3. feel free to send in requests (ill most likely write anything as long as it’s not totally weird, ex of a weird request: write a fanfic abt reader sucking Maki’s left toe),

pls no fetish stuff like shit n piss n toes n armpits n stuff I beg.

I write when I want to but I’m usually always on my phone (USUALLY, I’m still a high schooler trying to graduate!), so pls be patient w/any requests but if I don’t end up finishing the request in roughly 2-3 weeks then I didn’t want to write it (im sorry gang.)

no nsfw

translations ok (pls give credit nonetheless tho)

no reposts on any platform besides tumblr

give me tips and corrections, im a writer but not a godly one. but no criticism.

no plagiarism pls pls pls my work isn’t even that good

I try my best to write for gender neutral stuff, but it’s mostly aimed for wlw, if I end up accidentally saying anything that relates to the female gender and/or body in my works then lmk, it’s an accident.

𐙚⋆°. WHAT/WHO WILL I WRITE !

Characters I’ll definitely be writing; Maki Zenin, Mai Zenin, Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki

Characters I may write (but don’t really catch my interest that well); Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieiri, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, and the rest of jujutsu Kaisen cast (unless said otherwise)

Characters I will never ever write; Naoya Zenin, Mei Mei (it’s ok for these two to be mentioned in a story and play a role in a fic; it just can’t be a Naoya/Mei Mei x reader story with romance and such.)

What I will write; basically almost anything, I love to write fluff, not so much angst— i don’t think I’m very good at writing angst, do not ask me for fics because I’m ass at writing fics— however I’ll be willing to write small scenarios split into different parts ‘ie: how [character] shows affection, how [character] kisses you’ and so forth.

What I won’t write; smut, fetishes, anything poop or piss related, pregnancy, yeah anything bad or uncomfortable are things I won’t write.

If you’re unsure if I’ll write something because it wasn’t listed here just pop a request in anyway, it doesn’t hurt to try (if I don’t end up writing it then oh well! I won’t hold grudges or anything anyway.)

[stylesyourmine]

believe us ll jj maybank x reader

a/n: hello my lovely humans!! i have not been here in quite a while! im so sorry! now that i have some free time i whipped this up for you! i hope you love it. miss you guys and ask box is officially OPEN.

pairing: jj maybank x reader, platonic pogues x reader

word count: im not sure!

warnings: anxiousness at the end? death mentions? not a lot!!

it was a few weeks after john b and sarah had passed. well, to everyone else's knowledge anyways. the truth was john b and sarah were alive. and the only ones who knew that were pope, kie, jj and you.

you guys were currently ducking under some building ledge you'd climbed on to watch ward and gavin. just moments before you saw ward murder him in cold blood. in front of your own two eyes. it was pouring, the cold water drenching every inch of your body. jj was to the left of you and pope was to the right of you. kie sat next to you as well, holding your hand. pope was leaning over the wall with his camera, but dont tell him you said that, because then he'd just correct you to the right wording.

catching ward seemed impossible, because no matter what evidence you ever got on that man, somehow he'd always get away with it. it was the money, it'd always be the money. he was an asshole and either people saw it and closed their eyes, or just would never say anything against him.

jj's hands were holding your waist sturdy as you were balancing on your bent knees to hold you up.

"there he goes. i think he's looking for the gun!" pope exclaimed. his body moved from left to right slowly following wards every move. your eyes peeked up as you saw him running down and chasing what seemed to be the gun in the current. he raised his arms in agony and placed them behind his back. he yelled something, but you couldn't make out what he'd said exactly. all you could make out from the rain clouding your eyes, was that he was pissed.

the fury you were feeling was over the moon. you were so pissed right now. that was the man who'd framed your best friend. a sixteen year old kid who didn't do anything wrong but live out his life with his friends. this was the man who ruined all of your lives. who made you have panic attacks at night, that woke jj up to help you go back to sleep. you'd get nightmares too, ones of john b and sarah dying. he caused this.

"i think the gun just went down the drain! he's lookin for it." pope muttered again. your heart was pounding. how could he just kill a man, and how could you have just sat there and watched? this wasn't right, whether he'd get his consequence now or later.

"hey. he's lookin for the gun."

kie stood up, and you and jj watched her,

"kie. what're you doin kie?" jj's eyebrows furrowed in confusement. you guys didn't want to get caught, so why was she making it obvious that you were here?

"kie." you whispered. you looked back at jj just to be met with a nod from him, signifying he didn't know what was happening either. this was so important. please dont mess it up, you thought.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" she shouted, from the top of her lungs. your stomach instantly dropped at the thought of ward cameron, the man who just killed someone, in public, would hear kie.

jj's hands were ripped from your body as he tried to pull down kie's. you tried to put your hands on her mouth, trying to help jj in calming her down.

"YOU ARE A MURDERER!" she shouted once more.

"kie please shut up!" you whisper-shouted, hoping she'd understand the gravity of this.

"what're you doing?" jj said his hands were on her arms, trying to stop her from standing and causing any attention to you guys again.

"i dont care if he hears me! he's a murderer!" she lunged forwards, trying to make ward hear it, but pope caught her so she wouldn't.

your eyes darted down to ward, who was now onto you guys. he was sprinting the street, trying to get up to the building you guys were on.

"guys, he sees us!" you shouted trying to gain your friends attention by waving your hand from behind you.

"are you serious?!"jj shouted. he let go of kie and grabbed your hand, trying to help you stand. your heart was pounding. never in your life had you been this nervous. sure, you were pissed at ward, but this was not the time to yell at him! you were trying to catch him red-handed, and leave. not try and catch him and cause attention to yourselves so he'd know you were there!

"come on lets go!"pope yelled in you guys' direction.

you got up and sprinted towards the ladder you guys had used to get up there, really hoping you'd get down and into the car as quick as possible.

you were up first, and heights weren't your thing. but for today, it was going to have to work, you'd told yourself.

"c'mon baby, hurry hurry hurry!" his hands grabbed yours. he stood at the edge of the ladder, watching you go down as fast as you could.

then went pope,

"lets go man! we gotta go!" jj got onto the ladder directly when pope made his first step down, and then kie. and suddenly you watched as kie's foot stepped on jj's hand, making him scream and fall off he ladder, causing him to knock pope off while he was at it.

"no!" you shouted as you watched the camera fly in the air, and then fall to floor before you could even react.

"sorry! so sorry!"

kie said as they were on the ground.

your eyes widened at the sight. it had broken into pieces. no. this couldn't have happened. everything you'd had on him, you lost it.

jj and pope got up as quick as speed goes and pope grabbed the camera off the ground.

your hands flew to your mouth, this was all for nothing.

"are you kidding?! you fumbled it?" jj yelled.

"you kicked me in the face!" pope had spat back.

"she stepped on my hand!" he'd gestured out at kie.

"i was trying to hurry!"

groaning you stepped in front of them, this wasn't the time to argue. especially when a murderer was chasing after you guys.

"STOP! both of you stop! he's coming, GO!"

you ran with them and watched as they all jumped the gate. you then jumped it lastly.

you all finally got to the car and in went pope in the passengers seat, kie got in the drivers and you and jj got in the back.

out of breath you shut your eyes and moved your hair out of your face. jj's hand met your cheek as he looked you deeply in the eyes.

"are you okay? look at me." his hand raised your face to meet his, allowing your hand to drop to your lap.

"are you okay?" he repeated. he looked at you for reassurance and you nodded, swallowing.

"as okay as i can be while a murderer is chasing us."

he panted and nodded, looking up at pope and kie.

his hand went to his own face now, using both hands to bury it in.

"can someone tell me what the frick just happened?!" he muttered, and you looked up at your friends as well.

"holy crap. i cant believe it." he added.

"wait what the hell were they even fighting about?!" you asked.

"uhh,-

pope started to fiddle around with the camera, trying to piece it back together.

"it was a gun- the one rafe used. he must've kept it."

"of course! of course! the murder weapon!"

you threw your head back and your hands hit your face, shit. how could this night have gone any worse.

"pick up, pick up."

you sat up in confusement, was she calling someone?

"who are you calling?" jj asked,

"who do you think?" she said with distress in her voice.

"the cops?" pope furrowed his brows and leaned in closer towards kie.

was she serious? the cops?

"who else am i supposed to call?!"

"why would you call the police that's ward!" you shouted, leaving everyone to look back at you. jj's hand found your thigh, helping you calm down. you never raised your voice, and didn't like getting in trouble. to say the least, you were the mom of the group, so calling the police would be something you'd do. but in this mess? god, no.

"sheriffs office....." the rain was pounding on the sides of the car like someone was outside banging on it, it was so bad tonight. it basically set the mood for how it was going.

"hello?! hello? somebody's been shot you guys need to come to the grand street construction site! i dont know if he's dead or not, you guys need to hurry!"

"we need to get out of here! were sitting ducks, we gotta go." jj said.

"what do you want me to do?!"

"just drive!" pope said.

the car picked up and your head started pounding as hard as ever. a major headache was forming. you wanted this to be over.

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"so...ward cameron just popped one off and killed em,right?" you were now standing on the same construction site platform that you watched ward kill gavin on. you were trying to explain to shoupe what had happened.

except this time, there was no body. no blood. no signs of distress. this wasn't a crime scene to the naked eye. but it was to yours. you saw it happen.

you watched as jj got down and inspected the ground, it was as clean as ever. no blood. no mess. no distress. as if nothing had happened.

"yes shoupe." you muttered.

"how long ago was it?" he stated at you questioningly. you and shoupe had went back to seventh grade, where he was your supervising officer in the juniors police academy. law had always had a special place in your heart. you had been in the academy ever since a few weeks ago, when you dropped out because of john b's disappearance. you were the highest in your program, a team leader. so when shoupe had told you your best friend was dead, and he could do"nothing" about it, and the way he betrayed you by not believing you when you said your best friend had nothing to do with peterkins death, you left. he was pissed, you were his star student heading in good directions.

now here you were with your friends trying to make him understand that ward was a terrible person. but obviously his grudge against you had its own leverage.

'about 45 minutes ago."

your friends were letting you take the lead on the questioning, knowing you knew all the right words. you knew how they worked, how not to fall into his lap.

"and he cleaned it all up in that time frame?"

you crossed your arms and nodded your head in disapproval.

"yes. we filmed it."

he looked up at you and then the camera in popes hand.

"but then i stepped on jjs foot and it broke." kie spoke up.

he looked at all of you, and left his eyes on you for slightly longer, making jj stand closer towards you.

"were done here."

"what? so thats it?" you muttered following him down the stairs.

"we both know a murder could not have happened that fast with no evidence."

"y-yes it could have! shoupe i watched it fucking happen!"

jj's hands came up to your shoulders, trying to get you to calm down.

"just like you know john b didn't murder peterkin?"

"what? who's talking about that?"

"hey man." jj said, standing in front of you now. he was getting overprotective of you again. ever since john b, your emotions have been everywhere and he wasn't gonna let shoupe affect that.

"go home, kids."

"baby-" jj outstetched his arm to comfort you,

you nodded your head and started to walk off, pissed at this entire situation.

"i told you this would happen!" jj took off his hat and motioned towards kie.

"like you're the one that had to drop the camera", he continued.

"it was your fault!" she exclaimed.

turning towards her he yelled,

"oh it was my fault?!"

"yeah! it was your fault!"

"why do you always take his side? why do you never take mi-"

"oh yeah, what about you? taking your girlfriends side for everything!"

"shes my girlfriend kie! i cant just not take her fucking side!"

pope shook his head beside you and you stopped walking abruptly. you had tears in your eyes. what a shit-show.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" you yelled, over it. you couldn't stand it. your head was pounding, your eyes were becoming cloudy and it was all too much.

both of them whipped their heads to look at you.

"you two bickering like little kids is not going to help anything. we can still do something." you looked over at the sewer drain next to you.

"we can go get the gun."

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"this is the north drain. it should've gotten washed into the gully, but if it didn't then it should've ended up somewhere.... here." jj motioned to the open water space around you guys.

you guys had all parted ways last night, excluding you and jj, who went to the chateau together, and calmed down enough to all be forgiven. you guys were all better now and were now looking for the gun.

you guys were at the drain dump, where excess items that weren't supposed to be in the drain went.

"oh my god. people who use plastic should be shot." kiara huffed.

"okay. personally, i love plastic. use it everyday. love the stuff." jj retaliated.

you hit his shoulder and he looked back at you defendingly.

"stop teasing her you idiot."

your eyes widened at him teasingly and winked. he widened his mouth, as in in shock and leaned in for a kiss. you leaned back into him, and just as his lips were about to meet, you swerved, so he hit your cheek.

"ohhhhh...." was the sound made by your friends who were both dying of laughter.

"not cool y/n."

you shook your head and stood next to him, whilelooking at pope and kie.

"anyways-" pope started,

" i knew you'd say something like that which is why i brought......trash bags!"

he smiled towards her and you smiled at how cute that was.

"did you just proactively protect the environment for me?"she replied in awe.

"maybe."

"ew im gonna vomit" jj mumbled

you just looked at him with a defeating yet playful look. "do you really not wanna get laid? like ever again?"

"woah woah woah no no no i dont- i wasn't- how is that fair?!" he protested, and you just laughed.

after cleaning every inch of trash up, no gun was found. you and kie sighed, standing together. you were exhausted.

"if its not in the trash, then it has to be in the storm drain." pope pointed.

"of course it is." kie mumbled.

"good thing i brought the crow!" jj said, moving over to grab it.

"good thing you brought the crow j." you said sarcastically, staring at the gross drain.

"so, are we doing rock, paper scissors?" kie asked. the boys both looked at her at the same time, and then you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"how bout alphabetically? the oldest?" you suggested.

"one, two, three!" they lifted the cover of the sewer drain and placed it to the side, revealing the deep dark hole of the sewer.

jj looked at you and smiled,

"in the sewer there's this worm that you get down there, it goes into you and then comes out of your pecker so that uh...a no from me."

"yeah same rules apply here too."

"you mean the same pecker that i-"

jj's lips came into a smirk as pope threw his hand over your mouth, blocking out what you were gonna say.

"gross." he mumbled

jj nodded at you devilishly.

"its fine you guys are just scared. scaredy cats if you will."

"nah were not, i'm not scared i just"

"yeah me neither, i'm not scared of that thing."

as their bickering continued you rolled you rolled your eyes and stepped forwards.

"ill go if you shut up."

"oh thank god i did not wanna do that" kie breathed, relieved.

she shot you a thumbs up and you looked at jj, as you bent down in front of the smelly sewer.

"okay can you just-" he shot a look at pope and kie, cause he was about to get sappy.

"can you just be careful for me, if you need anything we're right here okay?" he leaned in and your lips melted together.

"awwwww" they spoke from behind you guys.

you pulled away and smiled at kie. "i'll be soooo careful baby."

"look how soft jj looks right now, i wanna capture this forever." pope said, nudging kie's shoulder as they smiled.

jj pecked your lips again quickly and you saluted all of them, going in as fast as you could.

as you started to crawl you couldn't help but notice the grossness around you. the spiders crawling and the sap wetness from beneath.

"see anything yet baby?!" you heard jj's voice echo from behind.

"nothing yet!" you shouted back, trying to focus on what was in front of you.

after about five minutes of looking around, nothing. and you’d made the decision to start heading back.

you crawled further in, the water flooding in as you got into the deeper part of the sewer, where you where able to stand.

your eyes drifted down, your eyebrows furrowing together. what the hell? why was there a draft of water coming in?

at this point, the water was at around your waist. you screamed as hard as you could,

"JJ! THE WATER! ITS FUCKING RISING!"

it was loud, so loud. nothing seemed real.

your breath seemed to dimmer, and your lungs were working overtime.

was this it?

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THATS IT!! love you so so much! want a part two? like and comment for me <333 reblog reblog reblog!!! <3 -nina

[sagendipity]

reminder i'm sage i used to be notplanningshit until i accidentally deleted my blog so now im reposting my works!

info: quackity x reader, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, no warnings

on frizzy hair and the pursuit of perfection

Intellectually, in the rational side of your brain, you know that what you’re feeling is stupid.

You see the Instagram posts talking about the importance of self-affirmation and mental health. You see the tweets saying that people are more than their family’s perception of them. You realize that having a condescending and judgmental family is almost a right of passage for your generation.

These are all things you know, intellectually. But knowing something intellectually does jack shit for actually convincing your heart of whatever you know. You can yell at yourself all you want, but it’s clearly not your rational brain making you tear up at yet another text from your dad that was along the lines of “cool, could be better, though.”

You just want someone, just once, to celebrate an achievement with you. You want to be excited to share something with someone, without fear of them scoffing in the face of your pride and excitement. In your family- hell, in the world, certainly- someone has always done better, and you’re damn sure to be reminded of such.

It’s been years of this same behavior, ever since you can remember. It’s not just your dad, either, it’s your whole family- aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. The whole town you grew up in had this haughty, arrogant air about it, where everyone was constantly competing, even if there was no reason for it. Take the hardest classes, get the least sleep, get the biggest scholarship. Even your friends would flex their better test scores at you, and refuse to help you with the homework, in case you somehow got a better score on a test than them. You know it’s how they were raised, they’re just a product of their environment and don’t know how bad it hurts, but it still stung then, and probably always will. You’re still in contact with a few of them, and it’s just more of the same whenever you exchange a handful of quick texts every couple months.

You know you should stop giving information about your achievements to them, but when your dad texts and asks how you are, there’s not much you can reply with other than “good, got a promotion at work!” From there, it’s a slippery slope of him asking what new benefits you got, and then the judgmental few moments where the gray dots disappear and reappear while he tries to compose his thoughts about your inadequacy in the least-abrasive way a middle-aged man can. That is to say, not un-abrasively at all. In fact, his words are often delivered with the finesse of low-grit sandpaper on soft wood.

Well, could be more. Work harder and maybe you’ll get an increase next month. I got a lot of bonuses at work when I was your age. All you have to do is take the bad shifts and get some good customer reviews. You’ll get there.

You stare at the fresh new message on your phone screen before clicking it off with a bone-deep sigh, your eyes betraying your rational side by, again, tearing up. You shove the heels of your hands into your eyes and rub until the tears are forced away and you see spots.

That’s how Alex finds you, sat on the foot of your shared bed with your hands rubbing fiercely at your eyes. He’s probably just come to grab a hoodie- the setting sun brings with it a cool breeze that washes through your open windows and cools the house from the warmth it’d gathered from the day’s sun.

“You good?” He asks, opening his closet door and pulling out a hoodie. He wrestles it on over his head as he waits for your response- when he pushes his head out the other end, hair mussed and static-y, you still haven’t answered. “Baby?”

He comes and sits down next to you. Your eyes, red-rimmed but still dry, track his movements before flicking to catalog every tuft of disheveled hair protruding from his head. With a superficial smile, you reach up to smooth his long, black locks back and down into place. It doesn’t matter; he’s going to slip on a beanie sooner or later, but for now, you distract yourself by combing gentle fingers through the soft strands.

“Not that I don’t appreciate this,” Alex murmurs, brown eyes searching your face for an answer to what has you upset. “But what’s wrong?”

“Just my dad,” you whisper, not trusting your voice not to crack. You avoid his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed stubbornly on his hair as you finish your work. “There. You looked like a hedgehog.”

He huffs a little laugh, but scoots closer to you and grabs a hand out of your lap- you’d curled your hands into tight fists, your nails digging little red crescents into your palm. He uncurls the hand he’s holding and reaches for the other, but you save him the work by instead grabbing onto your own thigh tightly, redirecting the frustration. He rubs small circles into the aching skin of your other palm while he waits for you to gather yourself and explain, now that the ice has been broken on the topic.

“He always acts like whatever I do is just not quite good enough for him. They all do- him, my mom, even my fucking friends.” You rub your free hand down your face, trying to alleviate some tension. It does not work. “I don’t know why I’m still upset. They’ve been doing it forever.”

“That’s probably why you’re still upset. You hope they’d grown up enough to stop doing that.” Alex presses his thumb into the center of your palm. It grounds you, and you swallow around the lump in your throat.

“It’s not even a matter of immaturity- it’s not as simple as a pissing contest. It’s just who they are. They don’t think perfection exists, but they want me to achieve it anyways.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. That sounds exhausting.”

He sounds so sincere, so genuine, like the idea of you being treated this way is deeply upsetting to him. You’d never really… experienced that. Someone recognizing your struggle, and admitting that it must fucking suck is something you’d never been graced with.

His brow is furrowed in a display of concern, eyes gentle and searching. He’s not lying, he means what he said, and he’s not going to follow it up with a “but-,”.

Eyes beginning to sting again, you lean forward until you’re resting your forehead on his shoulder. The soft fabric of his hoodie immediately calms you, along with the warmth you can feel emanating from him. It makes sense, after all, that the personification of pure sunshine would have such warmth about them.

Alex scoots forward, gathering you more closely in his arms, his legs awkwardly folded so that you can sit right in front of him. His hands come up to hold you, one fisting in the fabric of your sweatshirt, and the other resting on the back of your neck, gentle, but firm. You let out a shuddering breath, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. Not going to cry.

“I got a promotion at work,” you mutter, taking a long, deep breath. You brace yourself, waiting for a dismissive response. “That’s what set my dad off- I got- he-.”

Your voice cracks, and you trail off with a small sigh, clutching at Alex’s hoodie even tighter. It’s thick and soft under your fingers, and you knead at it like a cat.

“A promotion?! Baby, that’s amazing!” Alex pulls back just enough to take a glance at you, his own expression steeling from excitement back to sadness as he sees that you are still fighting back tears. “Sweetheart, I think you’re the only person to ever cry after getting a promotion.”

A little laugh escapes your chest, huffy and wet, but still a laugh. Alex’s lips curl into a smile as he reaches up to smooth back some of your stray hairs, like you’d done for him a moment or two ago. You smile, reaching up to intercept his hand, and lace the two of you’s fingers together.

He squeezes your hand where it’s resting in his grip, looking at your linked fingers briefly. “Also, your family is wrong.”

“About what specifically?” You huff, wiping at your eyes for hopefully the final time.

“About perfection not existing. It does, and I know exactly what it looks like.” Despite the serious words, Alex is fighting back a smile. You narrow your eyes at him, already anticipating the next thing he’s going to say. “It looks like you, dumbass.”

You groan, feeling a hot blush rise to your cheeks immediately. You tip forward to bury yourself in Alex’s neck, this time hiding your flustered face and stupidly happy grin.

“I can feel your smile against my neck, you know.”

“Oh, fuck off-.”

With the hand that’s on the back of your neck, Alex coaxes you out of hiding just to press a kiss to your forehead. “Really. I am proud of you. I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me about your achievements because of what your family has done to you.”

“Okay,” you whisper again, voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

He hums in response, tilting his head and looking at you with what can only be described as pure fondness in his eyes. Then, he leans down to meet you for a delicate kiss, and your eyes finally stop stinging.

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not sure if this was what you wanted (im sorry if it’s not 😭) but I hope you like it🤞

this is literally me just rambling ok anyways 

thank you for requesting! 💞

Heeseung

hee does this thing when the two of you are cuddling

where he plays with your hair with one hand while he has the other hand behind his head

while you trace random patterns on his chest

he loves it when you do it because the two of you just chat about the most random things

most nights it’s you venting while hee gives you advice

other nights hee sings you to sleep 

tonight you were having an off day 

so while you were cuddling, hee was about to play with your hair when you put on the hood of one of hee’s hoody

which meant that he couldn’t play with your hair

“i wanna play with your hair” he says with a frown

“no” you replied as you lay your head down

“why not?”

“because i like your hoody”

“i like it on you with the hood off”

“why do you like my hair so much?” 

“it’s soft"

“i wake up looking like a mess because of you”

“it helps me sleep” 

“you’re gonna have to earn it” then this man starts to aegyo just so he can play with your hair

and he’s good at it

so you let him

while you’re annoyed that you’re gonna wake up with messy hair because of hee

you don’t mind since it helps you fall asleep

Jay 

this man doesn’t hesitate to show off his affection

whether it’s wrapping his arm around your waist when you’re out

or it’s kissing your cheek while you’re taking a selfie

sometimes it works out other times... he ends up making a complete fool of himself

engry bird here decided to sleep over (on the couch ofc)

you woke up to jay’s extremely loud voice

so you got up and headed to the kitchen where you saw him looking for stuff in your fridge

“where are the tomatoes?” you roll your eyes and go in front of him, grabbing the tomatoes which was literally right there

“you need new glasses” you tell him as he embarrassment fills his face

he wraps his arms around your waist, enveloping you in a back hug

you didn’t notice because it was such a subtle thing but you shrugged him off to get a glass of water which was right over the counter

of course he noticed 

because you could’ve held his hands while he was hugging you and both of you could’ve gone to get a glass of water

so now he’s pouting the whole time

he doesn’t tell you what’s wrong

and expects you to just know and read his mind but of course you can’t

so then it kinda gets quiet while you’re eating breakfast 

which is unusual since jay is always so chatty

so then you go, “you gonna tell me why you’re all mopey this morning” 

“you shrugged me off to get the glass of water”

“that’s why you’re pissed?”

“of course that’s why I’m pissed why else would I be pissed?”

“i accidentally washed your white hoody with the colors and now it’s pink”

“why the hell would you wash a white hoody with the colors?”

“i don’t know, I didn’t see it!”

“it’s white. maybe you’re the one who needs to change your glasses?”

“shut up! you’re the one getting pissed over grabbing a glass of a water”

“you shut up it’s not even my hoody at this point”

“ok, well what kind of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”

“the kind of person of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”

“clingy much?” 

he took that as a challenge then moved to where you were and lifted you onto his lap

Jake

jakey would probably get shy with hugs and kisses

but he loves it

how can he not love it especially from you?

you head into his place and instantly go to layla instead of greeting your boyfriend

you sit down on the floor giving hugs and kisses to layla who’s now paying attention to you

the both of you are in your own little world together as you and layla smoother each other with affection 

poor baby is like “what about me?”

he sits with you

wanting your attention so he puts his head in front of you, eyes looking up at you like that one live where he goes “i love you”

and he does just that

you roll your eyes, pat his head and you’re like

“i love you too but let me go back to paying attention to my baby” (baby as in layla)

layla actually barks at jake 

the auDACitY

so jake feels neglected since layla’s getting all the y/n love

which leads to him just sitting next to you in silence while he watches you both

he's happy that you and layla love each other but you’re supposed to be paying attention to him

eventually, you realize that jake is just sitting there so you look at him

he’s like,

“who do you love more, me or layla?”

you move so that you’re laying your head on jake’s lap while layla is curled up by your stomach

“layla, duh”

Sunghoon

he’s on the quieter side in terms of showing his love in public

as a way of showing you that he’s there for you and that you’re there for him

your pinkies are linked together while outside

neither of you really know how it happened but it did and it’s your way of holding hands 

especially when you’re ice skating 

you’ve gotten better with hoonie teaching you and when he skates at your pace, you hold pinkies

you’re out on a date and hoonie’s about to link his pinky with yours

his pinky is a literally millimeters away from linking with yours

when all of a sudden you bring up your arms

in that brief moment your pinky knocks against his 

but you don’t pay it any attention and do what you were about to show hoonie

you do a spin on the ice 

hoonie’s proud of his baby for being able to spin on the ice when just a few months ago you could barely skate

b u t 

he wanted to hold your freaking pinky :( 

the two of you continue to skate alongside each other and you’re starting to realize that it’s quiet

too quiet

“hoonie?” you ask 

he looks at you like “yeah?”

when you ask him what’s wrong he says nothing and just shrugs it off 

so you start to think to yourself about what went wrong

lightbulb! 

you extend your hand and he hesitantly takes it

you lift up your hands

and he spins you on the ice with your pinkies interlinked

Sunoo

sunoo is such a clingy, clingy, clingy baby

hugging you whenever he can?

Y E S 

kisses all over your face?

of course

playing with your hands any chance he gets?

every. single. day. 🤧

you’re out on a date at a mall and the two of you are sitting at the food court

while you’re eating with one hand, sunoo grabs the free one

he’s playing with the couples ring the two of you bought for your 6 month anniversary when you pull your hand away 

he looks at you with a frown

“that’s not nice, y/n-ah,” he mutters under his breath and you sigh,

“it’s not nice to distract people when they’re eating” you counter

he looks at you, a plan forming in his head

he then grabs your hand for the second time and then this man

takes your spoon

and while he’s holding your hand he decides to feed you with a triumphant smile on his face

it’s a win win for him since he gets to hold your hand and steal some of your food at the same time :)

Jungwon 

wonie hugs are very, very, very warm and comforting

yk his broad shoulders?

and that⌛️ waist?!

the only way to describe his embrace is safety

when he hugs you your arms go around his waist and he rests his chin on top of your head and you just fit like two pieces of a puzzle

and he feels the same way exact same way with you

to him your hugs are the part of his day that he can just let himself go

some nights the two of you are cuddling and he cries into your shoulder because of all the stress he faces

the only thing you can do is be there for him, rubbing soothing circles on his back

so yea, he loves hugging you 

you show up to the dorm, for dinner with him and the other members

when you walk in he extends his arms to hug you but you hear your name being called

so instead of hugging him you duck under his arm and go to the rest of the guys

he’s standing there dejected, arms going down to his side and he turns around looking in the direction you walked off to with that “ehh??” look 

so he follows you and then he sees you Sunoo giving you a hug

and is like excuse me?

he sticks closer to you than usual but you’re not really sure why since he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t mention what just happened literally just a few minutes ago

he’s not exactly mad... more like disappointed and jealous that you’d hug one of his hyungs when you didn’t hug him

as dinner goes on he acts like nothing’s wrong but deep down, he just wants a y/n hug :(

it’s getting late and while the boys are chatting, you rest your head on his shoulder when he then shrugs his shoulder which causes you to lift up your head

you look at him like

huh?

when he realizes just what he did but instead of apologizing he goes

“that’s what you get for not hugging me earlier” because he’s still kinda salty over it

you realize why he was acting weird so then you move and give a y/n hug to which he rests his chin on top of your head feeling kind of dumb that he was feeling that way earlier

which then causes ni-ki to tell the two of you to get a room

Ni-ki 

there’s this thing that he does when one of his hyungs touches his hair

he sorta leans into their touch kinda like a little meow meow (yoongi reference? 👀 ok anyways)

he’d probably be shy over hugs and kisses since he’s still young and isn’t really experienced in terms of dating

whenever you come over to the dorm, the two of you hang out in the living room since none of the other boys want either of you in a room alone so you both have to be somewhere they can see 

ni-ki’s the maknae and you get it + you don’t mind since it’s comfortable around them

whenever you’re on the couch, ni-ki does this thing where he lays his head on your lap but not your lap lap it’s like on one of your thighs I have no idea if that makes any sense-

you’d run your hand through his hair while he’s probably playing a game or something and it’d be quiet between the two of you but it’s one of those silences that you don’t need to fill

my heart is 💓💞💖💘 just thinking about it might write a riki hybrid au typa story soon idk ok back to the point of this post

so he does that thing where he leans into your touch 

even when y’all have a movie night, he ends up either laying his head on your shoulder or on your lap and your hand finds its place in his hair

it becomes a thing between you two and whenever you hangout

so you’re sitting on the couch one afternoon and everyone’s sorta doing their own thing while you’ve got your laptop with you and you’re trying to study/work on an assignment

ni-ki walks into the living room where you are, smiling to himself, and does that thing where he kinda giggles? idk 

so he makes his way to you and he sits down next to you but you’re too focused on what you need to do that you don’t even notice

ni-ki’s just about to lay his head on your lap but when you see it happening, you scoot away slightly at first he’s like what??

 and then before he knows it, instead of his head on your lap it’s on the couch

he looks up at you like “how dare you do this to me?@#$” and he clears his throat trying to get your attention

you pat his hair once but then he’s like juST one pat? and then he justs…

i kid you not this man claws at your hand

then he takes your hands and puts it in his hair and now you’re forced to do your work with one hand

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