#insane how hard that duo hits

[simpxxstan]

idk if this is a controversial take but eyes on you is my favourite song on the album

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

When Summoned: Yaaaawn, sooo sleepy... But it's a waste to keep sleeping! I think I'll roll around in bed some more.

Summon Line: Since it's my birthday, that means I can pretty much get away with askin' for whatever I want, right? Wonder what I should get my roommates to do for me...

Groooovy!!: No way, I overslept!? No way I can hit up the school with bedhead on my birthday of all days!

Home: Whew, now I'm feelin' fresh～

Swap Looks: Guess I'ma go wash m'face...

Home Idle 1: I couldn't find the shirt I was gonna wear tomorrow, but it ended up being mixed in with my roommate's stuff. Annoyin' how that happens sometimes.

Home Idle 2: Ruggie-senpai forced some vegetable seeds into my hands. He said I better share some with him when I harvest 'em... Would this even grow that much?

Home Idle 3: You wanna know about this hoodie? I bought it at a clothing shop in Foothill Town. It's pretty comfy, and also perfect to wear as loungewear, don'tcha think?

Home Idle - Login: Don't birthday mornings just feel special? I'm so jazzed I even get really into doin' up my hair!

Home Idle - Groovy: Kalim-senpai threw me a huge party as a celebration even though I'm not in Scarabia... Maaan, he's always so insanely nice!

Home Tap 1: Sometimes I'll play darts or card games with my roommates. 'Though, there's one loud-mouthed, thick-headed idiot that's always gettin' in the way!

Home Tap 2:I can't even imagine what kind of present Malleus-senpai could pick for me～ I guess I got nothing to lose by asking him... Nah, never mind.

Home Tap 3: I got softer hair, so I get bedhead super easily. Man, I've been late so many times 'cause of it!

Home Tap 4: I was messin' with Sebek, pushing his buttons and sayin' he probably sucks at gift-giving, when he shouted, "I'll show you what I can really do!" Ahaha, oh, I totally can't wait to see what he comes up with～

Home Tap 5: Eh, my hair's sticking out in the back!? Ugh, seriously? I thought I fixed it up. Guess I'll hafta fix it up in a flash during break.

Home Tap - Groovy: You like my taste in loungewear? I knew you'd get me. And see, I even picked these sandals in the same color to give it an overall coordinated look!

Duo: [ACE]: Can't wait to see how you'll celebrate with me, Kalim-senpai! [KALIM]: Let's dance, sing, and party hard, Ace!

Birthday Login Message: Oh hey, did you come to celebrate my birthday? Nice timing, we just finished morning basketball practice! My clubmates all wished me a happy birthday, too. Jamil-senpai said it as soon as he saw me, and by some miracle, Floyd-senpai gave me a very normal birthday greeting. I'm sure glad he was in a good mood～ Oh, hey. We should hit the Mystery Shop between classes. ...Hm? Why're you tensin' up? Huuuh? C'mon, I didn't say nothing about treating me, now diiid I? Hehe, see you later～

Requested by @thelonepearl.

[goodlucktai]

What if I said 10 & 20 as portal duo thanks so much

dialogue prompts

10. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you.”

+ 20. “Get away! You’re hurting them!”

for my beloved meeks

x

They weren’t supposed to be here. It’s stupid, but it’s the first thing that springs to Mikey’s mind. 

Leo had only recently graduated with honors from those initial grueling physical therapy sessions that usually ended in tears (not always Leo’s) to daily exercises that got easier and easier until he was breezing through them the way he used to breeze through everything. 

If he went farther than two steps away from his arm crutches Donnie appeared out of thin air looking ready to breathe fire at him, and Raph was in the habit now of holding Leo out at arm’s length immediately after every hug in the manner of scruffing an unruly kitten to double-check he was wearing his leg brace and compression sleeve, and Mikey had learned the hard way what everyone meant when they said medics make the absolute worst patients. 

But for the most part Leo was doing really good! He was hitting all his marks and only driving everyone a tiny bit insane—well within the allotted Leo amount! 

So when he had smiled that crooked, conspiring smile at Mikey the minute the coast was clear and said, “There’s no better strengthening exercise then sneaking out with my favorite little brother for a past-due victory smoothie,” what was Mikey supposed to tell him? No??

It did occur to him, a tiny little guilty whisper. Leo was healing. He’d been so badly hurt. Even Splinter, who spoiled Leonardo rotten, hadn’t given into the slider’s constant pleas to rush the recovery process along. They were going by the book. Literally, since Donatello had stepped up as team medic in the interim. Don and Raph and April and even Casey were all very good at not bending an inch no matter how many tragic looks got sent their way. Mikey wasn’t very good at that at all. 

And anyway, joy had drowned out that whisper with a shout. He lit up with it, that newly-discovered supernova inside him curling up like a happy cat in a patch of sunshine. There’s a very big part of him that will always be what it’s always been, no matter how old he gets, or how powerful his mystic arts become—he’ll always be Michelangelo, and Michelangelo will follow Leonardo absolutely anywhere. 

So he said, “I’ll get my hoodie!” and darted out the door with zero ninja stealth, clipping his shoulder on the frame and almost crashing into the table in the hall. Leo laughed behind him, and the unrestrained sound made Mikey feel like he could float. Maybe he actually did for a second or two. 

He’ll never forget those horrible minutes after the portal closed, after Leo’s comms went dead, when he had wondered if he would ever hear his brother’s voice again. When he wondered what, exactly, his last words to Leo had been—they almost certainly weren’t I love you or please don’t leave so they didn’t count. 

To make up for it, he wanted to tell Leo everything every chance he got. He wanted to make him laugh all the time. He wanted to crowd into the little twin-size infirmary bed to watch movies or do art projects that got glitter everywhere. He wanted to sneak out for smoothies even though it would get them in big trouble, because that was literally why he helped save the world in the first place. 

And now he’s standing in a dim sidestreet, an orange streetlight buzzing dully above him, two smoothies melting in his hands. It’s their usual shortcut home, through a bunch of foreclosed apartment buildings and a dead end road. Leonardo is in front of him, shoulders stiff, ninpo humming weakly beneath his skin like a tired little beetle that shouldn’t be up from hibernation just yet. 

Across the road are half a dozen humans in what looks like riot gear labeled TCRI and a man in a black suit. The man somehow looks more dangerous than the people in police armor. 

“Leo,” Mikey says in a small voice. His brother doesn’t answer, but he does shift his weight to put Mikey more firmly behind him, which is answer enough. 

And Mikey thinks, We weren’t supposed to be here. No one knows where we are. 

The man in the suit starts talking into the bulky earpiece he’s wearing, but Mikey can’t make out what he’s saying over the buzzing of the streetlamp and the pounding of his own heart in his ears. All he hears is Leonardo murmur, “Mikey, go.”

“No,” Mikey’s mouth says automatically. It doesn’t even need any input from his brain to say it. Because no. 

“Mike,” Leo says, in his best leader voice. But his tone is urgent in a way that borders on being scared so closely it must mean he’s actually terrified, or he would never have let Mikey hear even a hint of it. “I’d go with you if I could. I’m sorry I can’t.” 

His hands tighten on his crutches. He can’t run. He’s still healing. He should be at home, doing his exercises with those little pink dumbbells in the warmth and safety of the lair, complaining the whole time in between tossing out ideas for dinner. 

Mikey should have said no to sneaking out the way Donnie and Raphie would have instantly said no. He should be better at taking care of Leo the way he needs to be taken care of, the way everyone else does so easily. 

The armored people start to shift to the side, moving around Mikey and Leo in a wide formation, hands on the guns holstered at their waists. Containing them. The man in the suit is still talking, face inscrutable behind the tinted glasses he’s wearing, but his face hasn’t twitched away from their direction even once. 

“Hey,” Leo says, bringing Mikey’s attention back. “Don’t look at them, look at me.”

He’s smiling over his shoulder like it’s any other back-alley brawl with the mutant of the week or a handful of those Foot soldiers who never know when to quit, and not a horrible high-stakes situation in which Mikey stands to lose one of the most important things in the entire world if he makes the wrong move. 

“Just get home and get the guys, okay? Then come right back for me. You can outrun these goons without breaking a sweat. You can do anything.”

Mikey drops the smoothies and the cold wet soaks through one of his sneakers instantly but he needs his hands free so he can clutch the back of Leo’s stupid hoodie. He needs to hold on tight and make sure whoever tries to take his brother away knows exactly what kind of knock-down drag-out fight they’re in for. 

“I don’t care,” Mikey says, too loud in the stillness. “I’m not leaving you.”

He wishes he were a snapper like Raphie. If he was big and strong and had a shell that was as good as bulletproof armor, he’d scoop Leonardo up and shield him from the guns and run them both away. 

If he was a genius like Donnie, he’d have one or a dozen gadgets on his person that would have saved them. 

But he’s just Mikey, who isn’t big and strong, who isn’t a genius, who isn’t one of the people Leonardo is willing to step down and be weak in front of and depend on. Just Mikey, who Leo saved all his best jokes for during painful rehab, like it mattered to him that Mikey didn’t see him struggle. Just Mikey, who Leo always lifts both arms for the second he sees him coming and squishes into the world’s best hug, even if he’s pissed off at everybody else. Just Mikey, who Leo wants to get better for, be the best for, be one of the constant things on this planet Mikey never needs to doubt, like gravity and sunrise and overpriced street food. 

Because there’s a very big part of him that will always be what it’s always been, no matter how mature he gets, or how accomplished a ninja master he becomes—he’ll always be Leonardo, and Leonardo would do anything to make sure Michelangelo keeps smiling. 

Leo is also very stupid, because he doesn’t seem to understand that Mikey will never smile again if his big brother goes away. 

When the TCRI agents explode forward at some signal Mikey missed, and grab the brothers and drag them apart, Leo stumbles and falls when his crutches are wrenched away. He’d probably be making a smart-ass comment if his jaw wasn’t clenched, the sudden fall probably radiating pain all the way up his spine, distress making his gold eyes burn neon yellow. 

Like a flip was switched, all the panic inside of Mikey evaporates into a red-tinged mist. 

The supernova inside him sleeps most of the time, because he’s not big enough to contain its multitudes yet, and it doesn’t want to cause pain. It only wants to shine light in dark places, it only wants to help. But it wakes up with a fury and fills every inch of him to the brim and the overflow spills right out of him, lifts him right off the ground, makes his voice a resounding thunderclap when he yells, “GET AWAY! You’re hurting him!” 

Staggering back and shouting in alarm, the agents begin firing, because humans in a panic are trigger-happy creatures, even well-trained ones like these guys must be. Every round fired disintegrates the second it meets the glow pouring out of Mikey, disappearing before it can do harm. 

“Holy shit,” Leo says, eyes wide. It’s the way Mikey imagines he probably looked at Leo, when everyone else feared Raphael was a lost cause but Leo put his hand on Mikey’s shoulder and told him, I’m not giving up on him. I’m not leaving him behind. A sailor lost in a storm and their first glimpse of the lighthouse in the dark, close enough to save them.

“Hold your fire!” the man in the black suit barks suddenly, his voice viciously angry. “I did not clear any of you to fire!” 

Mikey doesn’t care who the scary Men In Black guy is, or what reason he has for tracking Mikey and his brother down, or why he’s calling the dogs off now. He cares about helping Leo get back on his feet, scooping the crutches up off the ground and getting Leo’s arms in them, and staring right into Agent Sunglasses’s stupid face while the supernova burns and burns and burns inside him. 

Try it, he doesn’t say. Just try it. If the Krang couldn’t take my brother from me, what hope do you think you have?

He feels Leo’s arm slip around his, locking them together at the elbow. Leo’s ninpo, a soft breeze instead of the playful gale it’s supposed to be, weaves through Mikey’s own to lead it. 

‘Like this,’ the wind tells the sunburst, guiding it through the process it wants it to take the same way bigger hands used to guide a smaller Mikey through katas, readjusting his arms and poking him playfully on the beak when he scrunched it in frustration. The golden portal that opens beneath their feet costs him nothing, appearing as effortlessly as Leo’s spinning blue ones always do. 

The agent’s face goes slack with shock the second before the turtles disappear. 

They land on the sofa with enough force that it almost collapses, and Leo makes a pained noise, hands pressed to his plastron like he’s trying to contain a full-body ache with sheer willpower. Mikey scrambles off of him and falls off the sofa for his trouble. His clothes are prickly, like he’s covered in static electricity. A magazine left on the coffee table begins to move, pages flipping as if in a breeze. One of the beanbag chairs lifts up slightly, like gravity has gotten lighter in that specific spot. 

He feels too big for himself. There are multitudes inside him, a million different things that are all true at the same time. He’s still so angry, and he’s still so afraid, and he’s still just Mikey, who couldn’t be what Leo needed him to be until the last possible second. 

Just Mikey, who Leo saves his best smile for. Just Mikey, who Leo hugs like it’s the easiest thing in the world to bring another person that close and trust them right next to his heart. 

“You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Leo says, like it’s another truth Mikey can keep for as long as he wants. Forever, even.

There will be hell to pay when their brothers get home. There’s a brand-new danger their family needs to be made aware of. Leo tried to leave him behind again and it reopened a wound that was still raw and healing.

But for now that wild star in his heart doesn’t need to burn so bright. It can put all the furniture that began to float back down and go back to sleep. And Mikey can press his face into the cracked print of Leo’s favorite Chappell Roan hoodie and say, “Hope you enjoyed your last taste of freedom for the next hundred years.”

Leo laughs, but doesn’t let go of Mikey right away. He clings extra hard for an extra long minute.

He would have left, Mikey realizes, but he didn’t want to go. When he was alone on the Technodrome, staring down a monster and a portal and the truth of how to save everyone, he didn’t want to go. If there was any other choice, he would have taken it. He would have come home. 

Mikey isn’t Leo, who will do what he has to do no matter what it costs himself. Mikey isn't Raph or Donnie. Mikey is and always has been the spoiled baby of the family, who will do exactly what he wants to do and damn the consequences. He’ll tear a thousand holes open in the universe if that’s what it takes to keep his family together, and if the Hamato ancestors don’t like it then they can come and take their ninpo back. 

They can try, anyway. 

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Fourteen

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky and Jake have a breakthrough

WC: 1.2K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

You held up a pair of baby Nikes. “What about these?” 

Phoenix shook her head. “Don’t even bother with newborn shoes, they grow out of them right away it’s a waste.” 

“How do you know?” 

“My sister has three kids,” she said, roaming down the aisle of the baby store. 

“Aw, Auntie Natasha,” you cooed. 

She grimaced. “Don’t you dare call me that.” 

You laughed. “Try and stop me.” 

Phoenix rolled her eyes. “So, where did you two leave off?” 

You groaned. We just awkwardly said good night and when I got up this morning he was gone on a run.” 

“Got it.” 

You turned to her, one hand on your stomach, the other resting against a bookshelf. “Am I being insane? Or is it crazy of him to ask me to move into a house together?” 

“Both,” she replied. “You’re stubborn, and he’s stupid. A really phenomenal duo.” Natasha leaned in toward your stomach. “Your parents are doo-doo heads, baby.” 

“He doesn’t want me, he just thinks it’s what’s right. To Jake, it’s all about the logical next step. But nothing about this is logical.” 

“Have you two actually sat down and talked?” she asked. “Since you moved in together.” 

You paused. Natasha was right. You and Jake hadn’t had a productive conversation in months. And the clock was ticking. You still had baby classes to sign up for and books to read and hospitals to tour. Not to mention all of the unknowns. What was going to happen when you had the baby? How was coparenting going to look? 

“You’re annoying,” you replied, putting a baby bottle in the cart. 

Natasha laughed. “Only because I’m always right.” 

***

The faster Jake ran, the less space he had in his head to think of you. 

As his feet hit the pavement, he tried to push the thoughts that had taken up residency in his mind to the fringes. He was tired of not knowing where the two of you stood or if you cared about him or if you were simply going to disappear one day, never to be heard of again. He was too tired to hide what he wanted any more. 

He wanted you. 

He wanted you and he wanted the baby and he wanted everything that came with it. But wanting you was more complex than it seemed. You were like a wild horse, spooked easily. He had spooked you before, when he mentioned the house. That was too fast and too big. 

He had to take a step back and let you breathe. But Jake wasn’t used to small. He was all about big gestures. He was trained to go fast, and that trickled down into his everyday life. 

For the first time in his life, Jake wanted to go slow with someone. 

***

You woke up to screaming. 

It had been months since Jake had experienced a nightmare. And still, the yelling made your skin start to prickle with cold sweat. You were slower to get out of bed this time, bump barely covered by the thin tank top as you rushed down the hallway, swinging his door open. 

Jake laid on the bed, thrashing. You approached carefully, reaching out and trying to grab his shoulder. His hand came out and smacked you, hard, across your upper arm and a gasp escaped from your throat. Jake’s eyes shot open and you dug your fingers harder into his flesh, holding onto him. 

“Y/N,” he choked out, green eyes wild. 

“It’s me,” you whispered. “I’m here. It’s just a dream. You’re alright.” 

His bare chest continued to heave, heavy thick breaths. You smoothed your fingers over his upper arm, across his shoulders. 

“I’m here,” you repeated. 

“Stay with me,” Jake asked quietly. You frowned but he turned and there was a sadness buried along each crevice of his face. “Please?” 

“Scoot over,” you whispered. Jake inched over and opened up the blanket. You laid yourself down with a small grunt, the weight of the baby sitting on your uterus, and turned to your side to face Jake. He was still on his back, chest glistening with sweat, staring at the ceiling fan that whirled in a tight circle. “What happened?” 

His lips were pursed tightly. “It’s always the same,” he murmured. “I’m in the air. And then I’m not. And I’m just falling and falling.” He turned his head. “But this time, I had time to think.” 

“What were you thinking?” 

“That I would never get to meet our daughter.” 

Without thinking, you found yourself nestling into the space next to Jake, your head resting between his shoulder and arm as his fingertips landed on your back, your belly pressed up against his side. “It was just a dream,” you whispered. 

“Do me a favor,” Jake said softly.

“I’m already giving birth to your child but sure, what’s another favor.” 

“Don’t take her away from me.” 

You looked up, but Jake wouldn’t meet your gaze. So you reached up, placing your hand against his jaw, tilting his head toward you. “You’re her father. Nothing is going to change that.” 

“If you’re gone, so is she.” 

“Is that what you’re worried about?” you asked. “That I’m going to keep her from you?” Jake nodded. Your fingers traced softly down his jawline. “I wouldn’t do that.” 

Jake was quiet for a moment. Then, “That’s only part of it.” 

You frowned. “Hmm?” 

“I’m worried about losing both of you,” he murmured. 

“Jake,” you whispered. 

“I know you want to see other people, but I don’t want you to.” 

“But you’re seeing other girls.” 

“I stopped,” he said and your breath caught in your throat. “That’s not what I want.” Jake reached out and hovered his hand over your belly. You caught his hand in yours and placed it, gently, on your bare stomach. It was the first time in months that Jake had touched your belly. It was larger now, properly rounded and stretched, and you felt his breath suck in as his fingertips grazed over your warm skin. 

“Alright,” you whispered. “We give this a try. If that’s what you want?” 

“It’s what I want.” Jake’s eyes focused on yours. “But is it what you want?” 

You reached up and lifted his face toward yours, sliding your thumb across his lips. “I think so, yeah. Worth a shot, right?” 

And then you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. 

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[etherealstar-writes]

ORDINARY LIFE | ARSENAL WFC X TEEN AVENGER OC | PT 2

pairings: arsenal women x teen avenger oc (platonic)

summary: in which three close calls occur but thankfully everyone was oblivious.

part two: close calls

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

Weeks had passed since Ameris had joined the club, and she had settled in quite well. Her laid-back personality and easygoing nature quickly made her a favourite among her new teammates. 

She had hit it off particularly well with Kyra Cooney-Cross, another new signing and a few years older than her. The two quickly became a chaotic yet dangerous duo on and off the field. Kyra's hyper, trouble-causing tendencies were balanced by Ameris' calm demeanour, though Ameris often found herself tagging along with Kyra's antics, subtly keeping her in check.

One crisp morning before training, Ameris strolled towards the benches near the field with Leah and Steph, their hands warmed by steaming cups of coffee while she herself had a hot chocolate.

"So, how are you finding London so far?" Steph asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"It's great," Ameris replied with a smile. "I’m really starting to feel at home here."

"Glad to hear it," Leah chimed in. "We need to introduce you to the best spots around here."

As they chatted, a sudden movement caught Ameris' eye. Out of the corner of her vision, she saw Kyra accidentally launch a football their way instead of towards Teyah and Katie, who were playing nearby. Without a second thought, Ameris's reflexes kicked in. She skilfully caught the ball with her free hand, saving both Leah and Steph from spilling their drinks.

"Whoa!" Steph exclaimed, her eyes wide in surprise. "Nice catch!"

“That was insane,” Leah agreed with a matching surprised reaction. "Maybe we should get you in goal with reflexes like that, give Manu a run for her money."

"Just lucky, I guess." Ameris chuckled, trying to brush off the attention. She tossed the ball back to Kyra, Teyah, and Katie, who were staring at her in awe. Kyra was also relieved that she got saved from another scolding.

"Seriously, Adarlan," Katie called out, laughing. "You’ve got skills!"

Ameris gave a nonchalant shrug and a playful grin. "Just trying to keep you on your toes."

Internally, she scolded herself for not being more lowkey. She had worked so hard to blend in and avoid drawing attention to her extraordinary abilities. But seeing everyone laugh and continue with their activities, she felt a wave of relief. 

No one suspected anything, passing it off as pure luck.

~

And then it happened once again after a few days. 

One afternoon after a particularly tiring training session, the team had gathered in the cafeteria for a much-needed break. The room was filled with laughter and the clatter of dishes as everyone helped themselves to the spread of food laid out for them. 

Ameris was walking with Vic and Kyra, who was in the middle of an animated story about a prank she had pulled on Katie earlier that day.

"And then, just as Katie was about to sit down, the chair was gone! You should have seen her face!" Kyra finished, her laughter infectious.

Ameris and Vic both chuckled, shaking their heads. "You're seriously going to get yourself into trouble one of these days, Kyra."

"Hey, it hasn’t happened yet," Kyra replied with a wink.

As their conversation continued and they walked back towards their table, Ameris noticed Alessia and Leah engaged in a playful argument in front of them. And Lessi, gesturing wildly, didn't see the glass of water teetering on the edge of the table next to them, accidentally knocking it over.

In a split second, Ameris's hand shot out, catching it mid-air and placing it safely back on the table.

"Careful, Less," she said with a smile, trying to make it seem like a coincidence. "You don't want to flood the cafeteria."

Alessia blinked, surprised but grateful. "Thanks, Ameris. I didn't even see that. Sorry."

"No problem," Ameris replied, giving a light shrug.

Leah raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "You've seriously got some quick reflexes, Ameris."

Ameris laughed it off. "Just lucky timing, I guess."

Vic playfully punched her shoulder. “You’re like a superhero with those skills.”

Ameris's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked her surprise with another laugh. "Haha, I would be a sick superhero."

“Nahhh,” Kyra playfully disagreed. “I’d probably be better than her.”

“Sure you would.” Ameris rolled her eyes. “You'd probably be like a side-kick or a henchman.”

Kyra scoffed in mock offence. "Side-kick?!"

While they continued bantering, Ameris was still grateful they all remained blissfully unaware. Maybe she had to act a bit clumsy to balance it out.

~

A few months had passed since another close call occurred this time.

She had settled into her new life as a football player, making friends and honing her skills on the pitch. The team had become her second family, and she relished the sense of normalcy it brought her.

That was until the day Emily Fox was signed to Arsenal. As everyone gathered around to welcome her, Ameris felt a surge of panic. She remembered watching one of USA's games two years ago with Tony Stark and a few of the Avengers. She had met several of the players, including Emily. 

Keeping her composure, Ameris joined the line of her teammates to greet the new arrival.

When it was her turn, she extended her hand with a calm smile. "Hey there, I'm Ameris. Welcome to Arsenal."

Emily knew she recognised her from somewhere, but couldn’t exactly place it until she remembered her name. "Ameris? Hey, I do remember you. Didn't you come to watch one of our games a couple of years ago with Tony Stark?"

Ameris's heart skipped a beat. She could feel Kyra's curiosity flare up beside her.

"Hold on. Tony Stark?! Like Iron Man himself? What?" Kyra's exclamation drew the attention of several teammates, including Leah, Alessia, Katie, and Steph.

Ameris quickly composed herself, forcing a casual laugh. "Yeah, something like that. My family kinda knew Tony from work, and we ended up sitting together at the game. It was a great experience."

Leah raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not pressing further. "Sounds like quite the connection."

Katie nudged Ameris playfully. "Yeah, you never told us you had such interesting family friends."

Ameris shrugged, keeping her tone light. "It didn't seem that important. Plus, I didn't want to brag."

Steph, seemingly perceptive, gave Ameris a reassuring smile. "Well, it's a cool story. And welcome again, Emily. We're glad to have you."

With the attention diverted back to Emily and the team's excitement over their new signing, Ameris let out an internal sigh of relief, sending Steph a thankful look who smiled warmly in return. 

The defender had been keeping an eye on the teenager since she’d joined the club with Kyra, and was seemingly the only one that had noticed Ameris’ constant vigilance which was masked skilfully by her laid-back persona.

While everyone seemed to gloss over all these hints, Steph was slowly beginning to suspect that there was more to the young striker than she was letting on, but kept it to herself for now. 

As they all moved to the training pitch, Kyra slid next to Ameris, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Meeting the Avengers, damn! You sure know how to keep secrets, don't you?"

Ameris chuckled, grateful for Kyra's lightheartedness. "You have no idea."

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hey everyone! sorry i almost completely forgot i had this account lol but here's another chapter! i love reading all your comments and they really motivate me to continue writing so pls feel free to comment your thoughts <33

[dreamtofus]

Broken Tension

Author's Ramble: i kinda did a spin on it cus it was hard to imagine daryl doing anything ever (im delu). anyways i'm literally struggling but i guess writing is like a fresh breath!! i actually write poetry but im insane so i'd rather post my stories for crazy people rather than my beautiful knotted strings of words. (guys someone tell me if second person present or third person past is better)

Prompt: Daryl x Reader smut but the kids interrupt (there's no smut sorreee)

Summary: You and Daryl seem to have something going on and try to take it upstairs, only to find a surprise awaiting you

Contains: Slight mention of alcohol, pretty gender neutral I think , Carl and Judith mentioned

Word Count: 435

The stairs creek with pressure as your hands intertwine, leading him up the stairs, a light jog set in your pace. You recall the moment previously shared with Daryl, only to feel the apples of your cheeks warm in response. You're grateful the hallway is dim.

Flushing your brain for the recent memory, you had found yourself grabbing his neck to push him closer, protected from Deanna's partygoers by a sturdy green bush. The rough pebbles and debris poked your knees, but how could you mind when Daryl was compressing his rose lips against yours? When the two of you decided the lack of privacy was suffocating, you wrapped his hand in yours, leading to your house.

Your foot lands on the final step of the wooden planks, resulting in a whining screech. Your back hits the wall as a large chest presses you against the wall. He's sloppy, messy, sensual, and maybe slightly buzzed. Once you press away he takes the hint, leading you to your bedroom.

The wide knobby oak plank door is pushed open by a sturdy hand. You follow him, only to hit your nose between his lower shoulder blades. Taken aback by the sudden halt, you look around him to meet a surprising duo.

Judith smiles sweetly at you, while Carl adorns a jackass smile.

You take a stride away from Daryl and into the room.

"Hey, what's up?" You smile bashfully, like a child caught in the act of something forbidden.

A flustered red adorns the apples of your face.

Carl slightly wiggles his eyebrows, slowly giving you a sly smile as his eyes slowly dart between you and Daryl. Judith doesn't suspect anything, much to your relief. Daryl situates himself against the door frame, biting the side of his thumb.

Judith casually looks up at you, "We left my books here. Sorry..."

"It's quite late. I'm sure your parents would like you both home soon." Your lips purse into a tight and awkward slight.

The little girl nods and collects her books, you pat her back when she walks past you. Daryl shifts, allowing Judith to exit with Carl on her heels. Carl doesn't miss the opportunity to wink at Daryl (getting a shy grunt in return), before closing the door behind him.

An idle moment of silence passes between the two of you, allowing the sound of the front door shutting to be heard. You pace towards Daryl and cup his face between your hands in a schmaltzy manner. You lean into a slotted soul kiss as his hands find the waist of your figure.

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[whalesforhands]

mini headcanons of your life in the aftermath (nsfw)

DYF AU AFTERMATH; short edition

warnings: fem!reader, this is all consensual, p in v, baby batter, dry humping, etc.

geto suguru

- extremely needy, down-bad and perverted but hides it. jacks off when he’s sure you’re asleep while right next to you, biting moans back with a large hand slapped over his mouth. if it gets real bad, he’ll give in; waking you up with his tongue inbetween your legs and your thighs around his neck as he desperately gets himself off. (he purposely wakes gojo up to join. not that he needs to, satoru was well aware of what was already occurring.)

- actually insane amount of self-control. plays the waiting game and leaves you with lingering kisses on your skin, arms wrapped around you from behind when you prepare breakfast with him in the kitchen. your thigh is constantly nudging against a particularly hard erection that refuses to die down unless given some… special attention. “I can’t help it… You look so pretty.”

- eases you into heavy makeouts, his hand sneaking up your dress or down your pants, fingers rubbing against you through the underwear he picked out for you this morning, pushing you closer and closer to relief— Before he pulls away. “I’m sorry darling, I have a mission brief with Satoru today.”

- fails to hide his smirk when he sees you squirming, pout on your embarrassed face as you practically pounce on him right as he gets home. “Oh? What’s with that look? Missed me so much?”

- gentle, tender, so loving. sometimes, anyway. if you make him angry or displease him; good luck. you’re not going to be walking straight or sitting comfortably for a while. has the gall to act like it wasn’t his fault afterwards. “What’s wrong? Sore?” He’s kneeling before you as you sit up, your feet hanging over the side of the bed. He gently tucks a strand of hair back as you hold him for support due to your jelly-like legs.

- not very into choking or cutting you— due to chapter heave your nausea, but he will restrain you. and boy does he love that. shibari, bondage, ballgags, toys. anything that leaves you begging and whining out for him, helpless with your only saving grace being him. likes it best when you’re being so cute and obedient.

- enjoys finishing on your face or skin. loves painting your pretty skin, enjoys watching it drip down your cheeks, sliding onto your lips and watching your cute tongue peek out to taste him before he’s getting hard again.

gojo satoru

- if you think suguru is clingy, this man in contrast is insufferable, and he’s so open about it too. oh, he’s horny? no matter, he’ll just get up and off to find you, suguru or both. slings both arms around both of you whilst making light chatter, leading you unsuspecting duo to the bedroom or shower. you don’t even notice his intentions before he stops mid-sentence to ask: “So, sex?”

- actually kind of rough. really likes holding you down, and likes it even more if you have some fight in you. “come on, come on~, struggle a little bit harder. if you get on top of me, i’ll let you do whatever~” it’s vice versa for him too. lose and you’re entirely his for the day.

- “just a quick one, okay?” no. your legs are trembling, ankles digging into his back and you’re barely holding it together mentally as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, your thighs held around his hips when you feel him finish inside for the 3rd time that morning. “phew… that hit the spot. how about we go for another? suguru’s gonna come home to a pretty sight~” (TOTALLY NOT A REFERENCE TO MY KOFI FIC)

- “gojo satoru speaking!” down on your knees, you’re sucking on the tip as your hands slowly stroke him, your eyes looking up at him as his hand gently threads through your hair. “oh, you’re looking for her? not picking up her phone? sounds like a shame.”

- finishes inside. all the damn time. calls you his little eclair afterwards. you want to slap him.

bonus: satosugu

- the showers are not safe. you locked them out once and in the next moment, you had satoru crying into your neck and whining as suguru debates on removing the door entirely.

- them? loud? no. never. you, on the other hand; are a prime target. the door may be shut, locked, kids out with nanami/haibara/shoko/yaga for the day, and you still get embarrassed. messy with it too. almost any one of the mentioned can tell they did a number on you when you’re not the one opening the door.

- love love love seeing you in cosplay. you are absolutely not safe from their whims, and their bottomless pit of money. cat ears, bunny ears, extremely lewd lingerie, etc. you’re not safe at all.

- pictures. lots of them. and the fact that they show them off exclusively only to each other.

nvytalks:

most popular headcanon gets the scenario written. bcs it’s october and i have no kinktober contributions yet lol. thirsts are also a-okay to send, i wanna read what some of u think pls

[polydeuces]

ＳＭＳ: ｓｅｘ， ｍｏｎｅｙ， ｓｏｌｕｔｉｏｎｓ

pair: alex turner x fem! reader

summary: alex turner and reader hit the stage together in la, sparking fan frenzy and speculation about their chemistry. as they tease future collaborations, fans eagerly await what's next for this dynamic duo.

requests are open!

arcticmonkeys

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arcticmonkeys: Another unforgettable night in LA. Amazing crowd. We got to share the stage with this incredible talent itsy/n, who killed it tonight! Can't wait to do it again.

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itsy/n: Thanks, guys! I had a blast ! Can't wait for our next show together. 😉

casualmusicfan: OMG, my two favorite musicians on stage together! This is like a dream come true! You both were amazing I am so shocked wow!!

alexlover: we all saw the videos and pics, yall have so much chemistry its electric

ynswife: please tell me there's more coming! pleasee

mybabyyn: I'm getting major rockstar power couple vibes here. hmm?

amdaily: loved the show tonight! you guys bring so much energy to the stage. when y/n came out i think i almost blacked out. i was in the front row, and it was insane!

itsyn: You're all amazing! Your energy tonight was off the charts. Stayed tuned for more shows and maybe even a little something special from us in the near future..

itsy/n

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itsy/n: Last night's show was electric ⚡️ ! Performing with arcticmonkeys was a wild experience. Here's a sneak peek of our backstage-ness. We might have a little something in the works... Stay tuned.

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cornerstonefan: Are you two working on something new or not? The suspense is killing me! 😩

fluorescentave: backstage with alex? wow, i’d love to be a fly on the wall for that

tranquilityechoes: Is it just me, or do they seem like they are more than just collab partners?? I smell a collaboration AND a relationship brewing

ben_chappell_: you bring out the best in the band! amazing show, y/n.

alexturnerupdates

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alexturnerupdates: Okay, I'm calling it! Officially breaking the news! Alex Turner and Y/n L/n are definitely more than just friends. Have you seen how they with each other? 😍 The chemistry is off the charts! If you need proof, just check out their latest Instagram posts. So what do you think? Are they the new rock power couple?

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amalways: Totally agree! I've been noticing it for a while now. They would make the perfect couple!

insiderfan: The way they interact on stage and off is too cute. I ship them so hard! Please let this be true! That kiss pic has to be realll!

y/nlovesme: ngl if they're together, they might just be the hottest couple in music right now..

guitatdreams: finally, someone said it! ive been suspecting this for months. they better confirm it.

arcticmonkeys1: think they look great together! They have such a fun energy. I'm here for it! 💖"

Famous Musician and Arctic Monkeys Singer Rumored to Be Dating

article by saturn , 2024.

Famous musician and 14x grammy winner, Y/n L/n, and Arctic Monkeys singer, Alex Turner, are reportedly dating, according to multiple sources. The rumors began to swirl after the two were spotted together at the studio and at several dinners. Y/n L/n, who bears a striking resemblance to Stevie Nicks, has been making waves in the music industry lately. Her latest album, "The Tortured Poets Department," debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 chart. Turner, on the other hand, is the frontman of the popular band Arctic Monkeys. The band's latest album, "The Car," was released in 2022.

The rumors of a romance between the two have been met with mixed reactions from their fans. Some are excited about the possibility of the two musicians dating, while others are skeptical. However, there is no denying the chemistry between the two on stage. In a recent interview, L/n was asked about the rumors of her relationship with Turner. She remained tight-lipped, but did say that she "admires" the Arctic Monkeys singer. Whilst Turners reply gave insight into how he sees her as a songwriter stating, “She is an incredible songwriter and anybody who says anything else? they have issues. And maybe not a very sophisticated palette.” Only time will tell if the rumors of a romance between L/n and Turner are true. However, one thing is for sure: the two musicians make a great couple on and possibly off stage.

[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 15: The plan /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: They go back to the Night Court to form a plan.

Word Count: 2,2K

Warnings: SUMT!

Notes: This was supposed to be released this morning, but your girl over here, overslept duo still being sick and woke up at lunch time! Enjoy the reading kids!

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“We need to go back to the Night Court.” She spoke again, the cold breeze from the open window making her body shiver. Azriel tried not to look at her pert nipples, as she still stood naked in the middle of the room. 

“Yeah, yeah, we can go tomorrow.” Azriel said, approaching her, his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing the scar on the side of her face that only added to her astonishing beauty. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life, scars and all. 

“And we need as many Vanserras as we can find.” Her breath hitched as his lips started to wander down, kissing the column of her neck, making her dizzy with lust. 

“I'll get you an army of them.” He said, rubbing his clothed cock against her wet abdomen. 

She whimpered as he bit into the pulsating vein of her neck, pumping life into that wonderful body. He thanked the Mother that she was still alive and that she was still in his life, he would worship the ground she walked on for the rest of eternity without complaining. 

A claw dragged across his left wing, making them twitch and he groaned against her skin, sinking his teeth further without even noticing, a tickle of blood ran down her neck, he licked it back, feeling the metallic taste on his tongue. 

“Did you just drink my blood?” She asked in between the whimpers that left her mouth, her pussy throbbing with excitement to have him inside of her again. Not only arousal coated her thoughts, but the need to taste his blood. She licked her lips thinking about the sweet taste he must have. 

“I'm so sorry…” She interrupted him, pulling his head up and holding his chin, he was at her mercy, completely drunk off her. 

“It's only fair now that you allow me to do the same.” She hissed and Azriel felt his cock painfully restraining against his clothes, he would let her do whatever she wanted with him. So he nodded. 

Her hand wrapped around his neck, making him moan pornographically at the feeling, usually he was the one in charge, but having her pushing him backwards with her hand tightly clutched to his neck made something to him. 

The back of his legs hit the bed and he fell, her glorious naked form hovering over him like a goddess. With an iron claw she slit his neck open, the red substance started to pour and she leaned down, her hips caging him against the bed and her lips attached to his neck. 

His blood was as sweet as she imagined, the taste driving her insane. She grinded her hips against his clothed cock, her clit bumping against him and she moaned against his neck, his fingers dipping in the soft plump skin of her waist. 

He couldn't keep doing it or he would cum in his pants like a teenager. So he forced her to stop her movements, earning a disapproving growl from the female. Her tongue licking one last stripe on his neck before the wound started to close and he manhandled her into the bed. 

Like a hungry male, Azriel spread her legs wide open, his warm tongue licking her clit, making her body jolt with the sudden wave of pleasure that overcame her with that simple move. He kept licking her up and down, feasting on her sweet cunt. 

Y/N moaned, her fingers grabbing his unruly hair and forcing his face further against her pussy. Her hips rocking back and forth, making a glistening mess on his face. He kept lapping at her folds, two fingers pumping inside her, curling upwards to hit that perfect spot inside her.

She felt a knot forming quickly on her belly, all the worries of the day forgotten as she lost herself in the feeling of his tongue against her skin, sucking, kissing and licking her cunt so deliciously that her eyes rolled so hard that she wondered how they got back into their original position. 

Her back formed a perfect arch in the bed, her toes contracting and her walls clenching around his fingers. She was about to cum when Azriel suddenly pulled it all out, stopping his movements and getting up. 

She rested her weight on her elbows, her blue coated cheeks looked adorable that way. She watched as he stripped his clothes off, first his shirt, slowly revealing inches of his tanned, defined abdomen to her hungry gaze. 

He discarded his shirt somewhere, neither of them caring about the mess in the room. After it was his pants, his powerful thighs making her salivate, but her eyes drifted to the bulge in his underwear, the contour of his cock leaving her eager for him, more wetness pooling on her cunt, dripping from her thighs and staining the sheets. 

Azriel revealed his long cock, tip leaking precum, twitching with the air that entered from the window. He was so beautiful, she wanted to learn every little detail of his body, never getting tired of seeing him naked. She needed him like she needed the air in her lungs. 

Azriel pushed her chest down so she was laying again. He positioned himself in the middle of her thighs, coating his cock in her juices, making her shiver with anticipation. 

He sunk his cock down, filling her to the brim with him, she gasped at the feeling. Just so he would slide all the way out, to slam on her again. He set a slow pace, prolonging their moment just a little while longer before he pounded into her hard and fast.

She moaned as his lips attached back to her breasts, playing with her nipples. All the pleasure building up again quicker than before. His hands held her wrists together above her head as he slammed his cock repeatedly against her cunt. 

Squelching sounds filled the room, their bodies fitting perfectly together, like the Mother made them for each other, and as time went on, Azriel was sure that she really sculpted her to be his perfect match. His equal in every form, his mate. 

He removed himself, spinning her until her abdomen was against the bed and her ass was held high in the air for him, with a handful of her hair, he entered her again. Pounding like crazy, the bed started to crack, but that didn't stop him from his brutal pace. 

The orgasm that hit her made her whole body collapse on the bed, squirming and shaking, her walls fluttering around his cock. Azriel wrapped a hand around her neck, pulling her up, with her back flush against his chest. 

He kept fucking her oversensitive walls. She kept her eyes shut as wave after wave of pure bliss consumed her body. Azriel’s movements faltered and he cummed inside her, coating her wall with his slick. 

He turned her head towards him, clashing his lips against hers, as his cock released the last drops of his spent inside her warmth. He let go of her, pulling out and grabbing her bridal style so they could get cleaned up and have their well deserved rest. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

When she woke up the next day, Azriel wasn't in bed, she looked around but the sheets were cold, like he got up hours ago. Her body felt relaxed and a bit sore from their activities yesterday but she got up anyway.

She couldn't find her bags, just a pair of leathers and her toothbrush, maybe Azriel wasn't there cuz he was busy packing. So she did her daily routine, pulling her hair up in a ponytail and strapping her sword against her back and her cloak in place. 

Downstairs she found Jurian having breakfast, he motioned for her to join him and she did, sitting in front of him before starting to fetch things from the table so she could eat.

“Thank you, I was starving.” She said, biting into a piece of bacon. 

“I can imagine, after yesterday.” She felt her cheeks hot in embarrassment at the thought that maybe they had heard them, but Jurian quickly dismissed her concerns. “I would be shitting my pants if I was locked up with Koschei, or Mantyx, whatever his true name is.”

“We're going back to the night court, will you join us?” She didn't want to talk about how she felt inside his lair, at least not this early in the morning.

“I can't, can't leave my wife alone, she would kill me.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, curiosity lacing her features. 

“You and Vassa?” Jurian nodded. 

“You know, she didn't resist my charm.” The female laughed, bowing her head towards him. 

“Where are my manners? I'm in the presence of a King.” Jurian rolled his eyes. 

“Oh shut up!” She suppressed a smile. 

“Yes, your highness.” Jurian flipped her off and in that exact moment Azriel and Lucien appeared, the two very sweaty and with some fading bruises. 

“Good morning.” Azriel said, kissing her forehead and sitting by her side, stealing a piece of pancake from her plate. 

“Good morning, what happened to you?” She looked at the two, smiling at Lucien. 

“Good old training.” The redheaded male replied. The four of them finished their breakfast, cleaning everything afterwards, leaving Y/N to feed Meraxes while Lucien and Azriel got ready. 

This time, they would travel as fast as they could, not having time to waste after her discoveries, they had to prepare and act fast. So thirty minutes later they were ready to leave. 

“I’ll be back soon, this way is faster.” She said, Meraxes pouting at her, she rubbed his leg. “I promise to you, Jurian will take good care of you.” 

The wyvern eyed the male up and down and huffed, prompting him to act offended. Lucien had convinced her that winnowing would be faster than flying, it took her a lot of time and more sheeps than the normal to convince Meraxes to stay behind. She looked at him one more time, feeling her heart clench at the thought of leaving him behind.  

But her thoughts were cut short as Lucien grabbed hers and Azriel's hands, doing his thing and winnowing them back to the Night Court.

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They all sat at the dinner table in the River House, Elain had jumped on Lucien the moment they stepped in the house. Nesta was in a sour mood, finally being let out of that damned cabin. Feyre held Nyx as usual. 

“After a very interesting moment inside Koschei’s cabin, I found some interesting things.” She started. 

“You went inside the cabin?” Rhysand asked with a horrified expression, what the hell was she thinking?

“Yeah, but that's not what matters here.” She waved her hand in dismissal. “Koschei is actually Mantyx, the middle Valg King from the Valg dimension.” 

She then proceeded to tell them the whole story about when he first found Prythian, telling them about Celeste using the cauldron to bound the prince, the princess and the King to their respective cages. She talked about how he wanted Nesta and how only she could help killing Mantyx.

“So you're telling me that the only way to kill him is to free him?” Nesta spoke in disbelief.

“Precisely.” Y/N replied.

“But we managed to take both the Stryga and The Bone Carver out of their prisons without the cauldron, and they're both dead now.” Feyre said. It didn't make any sense to her.

“Just cuz we offered them deals, we bound their lives to ours in the process.” Rhysand explained. 

“And they were killed when Hybern used the cauldron on them.” Cassian added. “We need to plan before we act, get everything we need to make sure we kill him.”

“He probably has his monsters lurking around his island.” Azriel pointed. “We would need to get rid of them because they would definitely attack.” 

“We can prepare some legions, take them with us so they fight while Lucien, Nesta and Y/N fight Koschei.” Rhysand said, the plan starting to form in his head. 

“But how do we prevent him from getting away from the lake, who guarantees that he won't use his army to distract us while he runs away to Ramiel?” Elain asked, her eyes wandering far and her hands clutched to Lucien’s. 

“Celeste knew how.” The male started. “If her powers run in my veins, it also runs in my brother's. Beron isn't a Vanserra, he took after our mother’s family name, she passed down Celeste’s power, not him.” 

“Do you think your brothers would help?” Lucien nodded. 

“I can convince them.” He promised. 

“So we use them for what?” Nesta inquired. 

“They will guarantee that Koschei won't go anywhere, they will keep him trapped, the only part is that we'll be also trapped inside.” Y/N concluded and Nesta looked at her.

“The power of the cauldron and Celeste's power together, we can take that motherfucker down.” 

“I pray to the mother that we are right.” Feyre said, her blue eyes filled with despair. 

“We are going in the right direction, I can feel it.” Elain reassured them. 

“So what do we do now?” Rhys asked. 

“I'll prepare the Illyrians.” Cassian said getting up. 

“I'll finally go home, and I'll be back with my brother's.” Lucien offered a hand to Elain. “Will you go with me?” She nodded in agreement, love filled the gaze she directed him. 

“And I..” Y/N pointed to Nesta. “I'm fulfilling my part of the deal, I'm bringing him Nesta.”

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[callsign-daydream]

Silencing a Rooster - TGM - Hangman X OC

Summary: Hallie "Daydream" A-Jones and Jake "Hangman" Seresin are trying to keep their new relationship under wraps. Unfortunately, they aren't too good at keeping secrets.

Warnings/Content: Hangman x OC, OC included (about her here), kissing, silliness, rooster is a menace

Word count: 861

A/N: Surprise fic! Idk I just kinda thought of this one...the ending isn't my fave but I hope y'all enjoy anyway <3

Jake: Got the cake. Wanna help me bring it in? ;)

Hallie bit back a smile at the notification, not wanting Phoenix to start interrogations. The context of the text was nothing special apart from the streamers and the big banner that yelled out HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLOYD! across the bar of The Hard Deck. Bob wasn’t due for another hour, and the Daggers were all happily decorating for the occasion.

No, Hallie’s smile was due to the emoji at the end, which could only mean Jake wanted a little extra sugar to go along with the cake.

“Cake’s here,” Hallie alerted Natasha. “I’m going to help.”

Phoenix nodded as she handed Payback another streamer to hang. “Good. Make sure Bagman didn’t lick it or anything gross.”

Hallie saluted and skipped outside, immediately spotting her boyfriend’s truck. The man himself was leaning against the outside, arms folded over his chest and watching her make her way towards him. When she reached him, he pulled her close and kissed her, making good on the winky face promise.

“You better watch out,” she said as she pulled away, trying to act more annoyed than she was. “Someone will see.”

“I still don’t see why we’re keeping this secret.”

It’d been Hallie’s idea. After officially confirming they were going to give a try to whatever this was between them, she’d immediately told him she wanted things quiet. It’d make things too complicated, both with their friends and with work, which she reminded the Texan of.

“You really wanna deal with Fee and everyone else?” Hallie asked.

Jake scoffed and wished the squad a good old fashioned expletive.

“Or how about Cyclone?”

The mention of their superior tamed the brave Lieutenant Seresin down some. As he replied, he pulled her back into his arms, though being good enough to keep his mouth at a distance. Hallie fought the urge to close it. Their relationship was still new, and while she sometimes wondered if she was crazy to be trying this with him, he’d show up with a smile, a gift, and a kiss she could never have enough of.

“On the other hand,” he was saying, “if Cyclone knew, we could get married. Lots of benefits for us both.”

“Easy there, Cowboy.”

“Just sayin.”

“You’re…”

“Handsome? Charming?”

“Ridiculous.”

“But I’m your ridiculous.”

“Shut up and kiss me before the cake melts. It’s insanely hot out here.”

Jake smirked. “Sorry, that’s my fault.”

Hallie pulled him down. He was vaguely sticky with sweat, his lips hot on her own, but she didn’t care. He pulled her closer and hit the back of the truck. He grunted at the impact, but didn’t break. She let a hand drift up to his hair and began to forget about Bob’s cake sitting in the backseat as another victim to California sun.

A horn jolted the duo away from each other.

“HEY! HEY! HEY!”

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw, pointing and gaping and yelling and hitting his Bronco’s horn in his shock.

“Rooster, shut up!” Hallie dashed to their witness’ open passenger window. “Would you cut that out?!”

“You and Bagman?!”

“Shut up!”

“YOU AND BAGMAN?!”

“Come on, Bradshaw,” Jake said, finally sauntering up beside Hallie. “You’ve seen me kiss girls before.”

“Not Hallie!”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?!” Rooster’s mouth was practically down to the gas pedal. “You were eating my squad member’s face!”

Hallie shut her eyes. “Roo, please. We’re not telling anyone yet.”

“Then maybe you should try not making out in a public parking lot!”

“We weren’t making out.”

“Eh,” Jake shrugged. “We kind of were.”

Hallie glared at him.

“And on Bob’s birthday too!” Rooster yelled.

“Look,” Hallie leaned into the Bronco and held her curls back from the AC. “What’s it going to take to keep you from talking?”

“Ugh, don’t ask him that.”

Hallie elbowed Jake in the ribs.

“I think you both owe me beer for a month.”

“What?” Jake slapped the sideview mirror. “No way!”

“Hit Sharona again and it’ll be two months.”

“We’ll do it,” Hallie said. “But any jokes, hints, snickers, or innuendos and it’s all off.”

Rooster saluted. “You got it.”

He was starting up the Bronco again when he turned back to the window. “Can I play piano at your wedding?”

“Had it, Bradshaw!” Jake shook a fist as the man in question drove off to find a parking space.

Hallie rubbed her face. 

“Well, that went well,” Jake said.

“Yeah, like Cyclone at a pool party.”

“It’s your fault, you know.”

Hallie snapped her head to him. “How is it my fault?”

Jake leaned in with a grin, so close she could inhale his cologne. “Cause you can’t keep your hands off me, Dreamgirl.”

She smacked him away. “Just go get the cake.”

He laughed and winked but obeyed. Hallie shook her head, reluctantly following to assist with the cake and wondering what she’d gotten herself into with Jake Seresin and what exactly he’d gotten into with her.

Whatever it was, she was willing to stick around to find out, no matter how many times Bradshaw whistled at them as he passed into the Hard Deck. ---

[oryu404]

Hi, I loved your Sting analysis and I 100% agree with all of it so allow me to send you my "how the Sting/Rogue Vs Natsu/Gajeel fight should have happened" propaganda, because I spend way too long thinking how to fix it and I love my version:

So basically, since Sabertooth was presented as the unchallenged 7 year running victors, strongest guild in Fiore and they are amongst the also seemingly unchallenged top 5 of that guild, I think they *need* to be shown to be stronger than Natsu to live up to the hype. (And the most annoying thing is that Mashima *can* write 'Natsu goes against a stronger opponent and win' satisfyingly, exhibit A: Laxus) Like come on, Natsu is a badass but he was never before shown to be an undefeatable super powerhouse, and Sting/Rogue are the current antagonist that got hyped up a lot, story wise they have to be stronger! If the twist is actually every other guild except FT is kinda weak and therefore so is Sabertooth that's a bad twist! And it's not even satisfying to watch!

But they still need to lose, so how? Imo the most satisfying would be: due to their own overconfidence, it's fun and it works with the themes too!

So the way I would write it, (first by forgetting the 'Gajeel and Natsu weren't starting full strength' BS, like since when??? This is FT, where no one ever holds back, not Dragon Ball) but I distress so:

Sting/Rogue are winning handily, throwing unison raid like candy so Sting decides to solo them, goes into Dragon Force and keep winning, even if not as easily and Natsu, who does tend to overestimate himself if it's not life and death, still goes all 'I don't need you Gajeel, I'm gonna win by myself' but he doesn't kick him out of the arena, because that was terrible, and Gajeel is staying around like 'fine go get your ass kicked, I'll laughs'

And 2v1 was hard enough, 1v1 Natsu is losing fast, only Gajeel isn't stupid and he wants to win so he had a plan: while Rogue was distracted and not paying attention to him, having kinda disregarded him as a threat, he jumps him and doesn't let him use Dragon Force, maybe Rogue is the one who get kicked down a mine shaft even.

And then Gajeel somehow creates an explosion to give fire to Natsu and rejoins the fight. Gajeel is still relatively fresh while Sting has just been burning through a ton of magic between Dragon Force and unnecessarily showing off and so Gajeel/Natsu show that they can in fact fight together decently and they win, preferably with an unexpected unison raid.

That way the fight is hard won and thus satisfying to watch, Sting/Rogue were defeated by their own hubris (and separately!) even though they actually were stronger, illustrating the whole 'the strength of friendship beat being personally strong and is more important' theme (AND it gives more weight and more anticipation for Rogue Vs Gajeel future fight, but that would be a whole other essay) AND *it's not the only duo showing the power of friendship who loses* because genuinely, I think Mashima might have forgotten who he was trying to make us root for? (Why give Sting the Power of Friendship tm AND an emotional motivational flashback and then make him lose like that???)

Anyways, so sorry this got incredibly long, but I don't want to erase it now that I wrote all that ^^' Please do ignore me if I was bothering you

Hi! I'm so glad you liked my Sting rant analysis! Also, uhm...Hell Yes to your version of the dragon slayer tag battle! It hits a couple of points that I think are very satisfying, and that would make a lot of sense.

- Sting and Rogue being defeated separately, and directly thanks to their own arrogance: The Twin Dragons have insane teamwork and amplify each other's strengths. Separating them should be step 1 towards defeating them. Plus, they've shown arrogance (Sting) and indifference (Rogue) from the beginning. Having those attitudes be their downfall would fit very nicely into their humbling and later character improvement. And the scenario you posed works really well: Sting showing off and blowing through his MP, and Rogue letting his guard down when he lost interest. Mistakes neither of them care to make again on the last day (especially after the beating from their master). Sting now saves up all his strength for the final confrontation, while Rogue focuses on settling his score with Gajeel.

- Natsu and Gajeel teamwork: These two are rivals who never had the friendliest dynamic, so showing them put all that aside and win this battle for FT? If that ain't power of friendship, I don't know what is.

- Rogue getting kicked down the mineshaft....Now that would be very interesting considering what he'd find there. He and Gajeel wouldn't be able to really finish their fight so it would absolutely up the anticipation for their second encounter on the final day. Still trying to figure out what it would mean for the stuff with Zirconis, but I'm very intrigued by the idea.

Thanks so much for this message, I absolutely loved it!

[roseaceae]

and i won't forget to put roses on your grave

 ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟ https.inthefieldofanemones.com is the debut mini album of south korean boy band BLUE ROSE.﹙02.13.16﹚

released in the bruising winter of FEBRUARY 2016, the debut album ‘IN THE FIELD OF ANEMONES’ seems to function as more of a return than the debut of a group consisting of well unknown people. the countless creative decisions and specifically designed structure made most question if this album was originally recorded for someone else, how does a group just debut with this? extensive electric guitars and all. true to the spirit which would become synonymous of the group, the album is a look on the feeling of melancholy in all of it's truest forms, a piece of work detailing the cruelties of toxic love, and how, life doesn't always work out the way we may want it to.

though not a smash hit in it's original days, often blasted for ‘trying so hard to be different’, it was clear from the get go that the album was something truly special, a combined collection of five tracks that completely encapsulated how it felt to get kicked down. the album had quite the resurgence in 2018 after each individual track abruptly went viral in their own right, skyrocketing the sales from their previous five hundred fifty thousand to one million. it's safe to say, even if the album didn't exactly fly when it was released, it's remembered as an arguably great piece of music.

 ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟ . . STATS !

RELEASE DATE 02 / 13 / 16 PROMOTIONAL PERIOD 3 WEEKS UNITS SOLD 1M WINS 1

 ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟ . . THE TRACKS !

FLOWER ROCK WRITTEN. 梅沢謙三 & 나해일 PROD. 梅沢謙三 & 나해일 WITHERED WRITTEN. 향나무 PROD. 나해일 BLUEMING WRITTEN. 케레스 PROD. 梅沢謙三 & 케레스 A MONSTER WRITTEN. 파란 장미 PROD. 梅沢謙三 & 나해일 REI WRITTEN. 梅沢謙三 & 나해일 PROD. 梅沢謙三 & 나해일

 ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟ . . the general consensus of the public is that this album is a four (.5) out of five

 ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟ 𖦹 insight from an anonymous user 021716

‘IN THE FIELD OF ANEMONES’ is a sure fire debut album, an unprecedented identity usually not seen in newly debuted groups.. or bands i suppose you could call them. the album is a weird mixture, because in the never ending winter depression, that's exactly what this album delivers? it's a strange way of expressing “i fucking hate everything” through catchy electric guitar tunes and insanely well shot notes. i'm not sure that the groups exact goal was to attempt relatability through their constant complaints regarding life and everything about it, but if it was, sign me up, it's not something i even knew i needed, but now that it's around, i simply can't stop listening to it.

the opening track, which also happens to be the title ‘FLOWER ROCK’ is so fucking insane i had to check a few times if this was actually a kpop album or not. this song, along with two others on the album, was written and produced by the strangest duo to come out of the second generation of beloved boy groups KENZO & CZR, but even with their questionable friendship that includes the strange ways they refer to each other (it's clear their ‘friendship’ can best be described as ‘a dangerous feat of codependency’), it's clear that the two know music, and the two know how to conceptualize music in a certain way. ‘FLOWER ROCK’ isn't the most telling song, it doesn't have an overarching message, it's simply a catchy rock song with crazy vocals (i greatly commend cupid & ceres), it was the perfect take for title in my opinion, as the general public would probably have a heart attack with any of the other tracks being chosen.

the second track ‘WITHERED’, written by member juniper, is horrifically gloom-ridden. the song delves into the topic of suicide, seemingly more of a diary entry that was turned into a song to spread some message. i have to admit, after the title track got me pumped up, looking up the lyrics of this song really made me sink back down into my seat. it's a harrowing look into the minds of idols that are typically deemed to be “perfection personified”, it's somewhat of a breath of fresh air, something that you don't exactly expect from a debut album. the song also isn't your usual ballad, no, it's fucking aggressive, it screams in your face, it screams the whole way out until it's done. in a way, it's agonizing, but in a strange way, the agony is worth it. i was genuinely surprised, but i suppose that's the point. the song usually bounces between top 3 and 2 for me, but it never goes below that.

track three ‘BLUEMING’ is a cute tune that i would listen to on a friday when classes get too bad and i need to hammer back a few ones (for all intensive purposes that was a joke!). i could dance to it, really, i might just make up one right now. it's definitely a crazy jump, considering we went from a singing about dying to singing about love. the attention to gender neutral lyrics is something i didn't click until my second listen (okay ceres i see how you play..), but it's also kind of cute? thank you ceres we appreciate all you've done for society!! it's not my favorite song on the album, the lovely (pun intended) lyrics give a different look to the album that i assumed would be all sadness. of course not all of the lyrics are.. happy, i assume this song is dedicated to an ex lover of sorts, but if you go into it blind, it seems pretty fun! i'll dance to it in between drinks!! i'll make sure to!

our second to last track ‘A MONSTER’ is a song written by all of the members, and good lord it has no right to slap as hard as it does. the rap?? the instrumental?? maybe we should all just die because who does dione think he is? anyway, my death aside, the song is an amazing contender for title, and should've been at least a promoted bside, i would literally pay for that, i still will pay for that!! (luxe design contact me). it admittedly takes a good getting used to, especially if you aren't exactly in tune with the style they were going for. the instrumental is so strange that i question how they made it work as well as it did, i hope it becomes their thing, i need to hear ceres sing over tweaked soundcloud beats more, but alas.. it's a good song, i'm almost sort of ashamed to enjoy it.

and finally, the final track, ‘REI’, one of my favorite kpop songs of the year by far. coming from one of the many meanings of the name, “soul” or “spirit”. the song is actually so surprising in the sense that you hope it would be cute, but it isn't. again written and produced by our favorite pair of homosexuals (do not sue me for that i totally believe that kenzo and czr have a completely normal friendship), “rei” seems to be a placeholder name for the person who hurt these men, and honestly what the actual fuck did rei do because they are DEVASTATED, who even sings like that!? this track quickly takes it's place as my favorite on the album, stealing the top spot away from ‘WITHERED’, who is really just having a losing battle with ‘A MONSTER’. with all that said, ‘REI’ is the spitting image of heartbreak itself. it's crazy, someone must've really hurt ceres, did you HEAR those notes? give him some therapy!!

all in all, the album was spectacular for a debut album, it feels like these guys have already been around for years, they all seem to have so much experience. i have never seen a debut album like this in kpop, a song about suicide in winter is INSANE, i guess the winter depression is hitting them hard. not to mention, the music videos were like watching some feature length film, i have a lot of hope for blue rose, their name is super cute, and their concept seems promising. though some of the songs had points i couldn't exactly wrap my head around, it's all pretty good music. my formal ranking of the tracks on this album is rei, a monster, withered, flower rock, and blueming. a good start to a hopefully promising career.

[stevie-petey]

okay hello hi, took entire 24 hours to process (it's 1am yet again) and now im here for insights !!!

firstly, i LOVE hopper and bug SOOOOO MUCH DUDE. YOU ATE WITH THEIR SCENES, THE CONCERN, THE CONNECTION, THE HUGGGGGGGG I FUCKING LOVE IT !!!! (can u tell i have daddy issues) and just now that their relationship was getting good, he goes & dies (lol) and will come back in the end of s4 ://///

also really wish to see more of murray x bug too, chaotic duo would love it !

the. casual. fucking. intimacy. between stug omg, it was there before too but it just HITS after they've kissed. lovely.

the seperation goodbye, especially with jon & nance <3

mind flayer is such a cockblock bruh, they're at a hill looking over hawkins and talking like screech later bitch.

reaching the mall, her sitting in steve's lap & SINGING NEVER ENDING STORY HELLO?????? kinda rlly wanted a suzie bug interaction (hoping you pull it off somehow)

the fucking mall scene. holy shit i had goosebumps, m. her running down AFTER KISSING STEVEEEEE and shit dude shit your foreshadowing went HARDDDDDDDD. billy saying he tried to find her?!?!?! still hate him but OMG?!?!?!?!

genuinely the foreshadowing is insane, bug already carries so much guilt but now billy AND hopper ON TOP OF will and maybe barb???? wow m wow i cannot fucking wait for s4 im so excited for EVERYTHING !!!!!! the vecna angst is gonna be CRAAAAAZZZZYYYY AND OH EXCITED ESPECIALLY FOR EDDIE X BUG !!!!! pls be a friendship pls be a friendship pls be a friendship pls be a friendship-

okay ANYWAY back to the chapter, steve and bug's conversation about her luck running out THEN THE LOVE CONFESSION !!!! I WENT FUCKING FERAL I TELL YOU LIKE GENUINELY I WAS SCREECHING IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT. literally could not be more PERFECT.

ik max and bug in s4 will be closer than ever, cannot wait to see that dynamic <3

okay the LOVERS LAKE SCENE ?????????????????? THE MAKING OUT ???????? THE I LOVE YOUS ???????? THE FUCKING BRACELET ???????? i was literally fanning my eyes trying not to cry because it was just so adorable and wholesome and i was MELTING. couldn't be anymore perfect.

the finding out of jon moving :((((

AND the goodbye scene :(((((

with joyce, with WILL !!!! love how she already knows about him and im sure she will be the first person he'll confide in :'))) i love their relationship so much, i will need some will x bug blurbs pls m.

and the goodbye with jon <!3 it was so emotional, alsoooo FOREHEAD TOUCHES ????? (loved it. adorable.) but nancy you're one STRONG soldier, i would NOT have tolerated lmao

anyway got real teary eyed during the end. and one tear dramatically rolled down my cheek as i finished reading but very grateful we have season 4 coming up next BUT THE BONUS CHAPTER BEFORE THAT I WILL BE WAITING EAGERLY FOR THAT !!!! bonus chapters are literally my favourite since it's completely m original and im a big m fan :3

so yes ! we're done with s3 insights, thanks for tuning in and thanks for DELIVERING. i will see you when the bonus drops, bye goodnight love you <3

TRUST if i ever get a chance to foreshadow ,,, im always taking it <333 i looooove foreshadowing its my drug tbh

and i LIVE for ur insights oh my god i giggled so hard reading everything

the main takeaway here im gonna focus on is jon n bug ,,,, because i really do want yall to know that theyre besties BUT (and i say this lightly) theyre obsessed with one another. nancy is also stronger than me, and i think season 4 will really show how lenient shes been with jon n bug. while theyve done well refraining from how they used to be (reminder they would cuddle and kiss each others cheek every day), theyre still realllllly close in a very uncomfortable way and bug will get a taste of her own medicine when nancy does it with steve lmao. yes, theyre childhood best friends, but christ they can be a lot to be near. bless nancy

AND BONUS CHAPTER !!! i have a few ideas where i want it to go, specifically a scene with bug and all the kids for their first day of high school. besides that: its fair game since we have a good few months to cover between seasons 3 and 4

[bloodgulchblog]

Okay. Alright. Here we fucking go again.

S2E4.

I already have one spoiler I'm completely unsurprised by, let's make it more.

I survive the LAST TIME ON HALO and my increasing desire to not be doing this right now, and am rewarded with one of this show's only endearing qualities: Vannak's ongoing animal guy personality trait. He gets to feed the pigeons for 2 seconds before the explosions start.

Cut to Perez and Jimmy Rings running through the streets while Perez yells about having to get back to her family and Jimmy yells about how they're gone, Perez! (Also sorry I'm going back to calling him Jimmy Rings because I hate having to distinguish him from actual Chief and might as well do it in the most ridiculous way possible.)

Then we immediately jump to Soren and Halsey in the funbox.

Did you know that one of my least favorite things TV shows do is cliffhanger on a situation that could've been interesting, then ~subvert your expectations~ by making it completely uninteresting and resolving nothing?

Yeah.

Gold star, no notes.

Then the power goes out.

Soren just kinda leaves because the security system's off. Bye!!!

Meanwhile again, Perez is very upset for obvious reasons and has a disagreement with Jimmy about what they should be doing. Jimmy wants to go back to FLEETCOM, while Perez wants to start warning everyone to evacuate RIGHT NOW.

Perez this isn't gonna work I'm sorry.

Anyway.

Suddenly Stealth Elite.

Sorry it's so hard to get caps of these guys, I think the sfx people don't want you to look at 'em too close.

On the bright side, Halsey leaving with Soren shows they do have a chance of unlocking the comedy duo power I believed in.

Back again.

They're really trying to speedrun some shit here.

Like, this is so close to being in character (even though it isn't quite) but the problem is that they want to have this character say so much shit when the guy they have been trying so badly to emulate doesn't open up and it feels unearned/not worked up to. The problem with trying to crack open a character like the actual Master Chief is that it requires a ton of space and focus on doing that, and this project is so full of subplots and has scrapped so much of its own first season that it has even LESS time to develop enough rapport for me to not feel like I'm being hit over the head. Like I get it, I write insane shit with Chief trying to figure out how to communicate with people after he's decided he might be okay with it, but this just doesn't work for me.

This could work, but it kinda came in from the factory pre-bungled.

Anyway.

Jimmy Rings walking around this random building they're escaping through while holding a fucking axe he found is so funny to me.

Speaking of the axe, it's apparently an antique!!! And this random building is a shop belonging to a British lady and, suddenly, we are going full WWII stiff-upper-lip blitz speech.

Fuck, hold on, I need another post for full effect-

[fandom-whores-world]

Twisted Sleepovers

Part 1 Heartslabyul

My personal headcanons for what a sleepover at each of the different dorms would be like for our amazing MC. The twisted boys know what they want and that is the undivided attention of Reader! MC!

Riddle

I feel like Heartslabyul would have the most organized sleepover with Riddle in charge. He would try super hard to make sure everything goes perfectly, even though the reader doesn’t really care that much.

Riddle is the type of person to make a sleepover at Heartslabyul a grand affair, especially if the Queen of Hearts somehow had rules for sleepovers or something similar to them.

He would absolutely be a buzzkill to Ace and Deuce who would want to cause an insane amount of chaos like they always do

Even though he’s a stickler for the rules if you bat your eyes at him and ask to do something specific like a pillow fight or scary storytelling he won’t be able to say no.

Cater

Cater is the master of sleepovers. He definitely spends the night posting so many photos and videos on magicam

He spends the whole night waiting for you to fall asleep so he and grim can draw on your face w sharpie

Cater definitely try’s to make Riddle calm down when he gets to be too much with all his rules during the sleepover

Would definitely be the one to start the pillow fight

Cater is a proud believer in survival of the prettiest

He would definitely laugh at your offended face after he chucks the first pillow at you

Definitely convinced Ace and Deuce to prank you with him

Trey

Basically the mother hen of the sleepover

Will be confiscating all of Cater’s sharpies before he can attack you with them in your sleep

Also is the pastry dealer

Makes a wide selection of sweets guaranteed to give a person diabetes

Will try and keep his cool while the pillow fight breaks out, but as soon as a pillow hit him all bets are off. He may not be as strong as Riddle, but he didn’t get the title of Vice Dormleader by being a pushover either

Would scare the shit out of Ace and Deuce to make sure they stay in line

Spends the whole night in the kitchen bringing and taking snacks to you guys while also trying to keep his own head safe from the brain cell duos stupidity.

Deuce

Would try to pretend he’s going to be responsible and not chaotic, but would fail miserably

Wouldn’t start the pillow fight, but would definitely finish it.

You get to see his delinquent side a lot during the sleepover though it’s mainly directed towards Ace

Also has a secret stash of pillows with him for the upcoming fight

Not that big of a troublemaker at the sleepover surprisingly

Ace

CHAOS INCARNATE!!!!

This man does not know how to chill the fuck out

Can cause chaos, will cause chaos

Tag teaming w Cater to sharpie your face while you sleep

Definitely has a secret stash of sharpies for when Trey confiscates Caters

Deuce and him will inevitably get into a fight over who knows you better, and it will get violent

Ace will promise Grim a week supply of tuna if he agrees with him

[no-white-dress]

For the ask thing: darius deamonne?

How I feel about this character

Absolutely insane, thank you.

Jokes aside. Damn what a character. I was terrified at his introduction, not because he was scary but more in a "oh this is. Extremely bad for the heroes. This guy is gonna be hard to beat", and then every time he appeared he was a bit more interesting and his actual role started to become clear and it was over for me. So over. Like. Not only does he have one of the coolest character designs I have ever seen, but he is so compelling to me. Double agent that probably at some point in his life genuinely wanted the power his position offers, but that was then hit with the reality of the situation and decided that the most sensible thing to do was stay in his place and wait for the right moment to turn things around. Emotionally closed off, yet impulsive, probably so used to ignoring how he feels that he needs to have his own needs and desires spelled out for him. He values his space and probably routine and yet his inner circle is and always has been the most chaotic people in the Isles.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Obviously the ones I made so many drawings and fics about, aka Icy from winx club (or at least my version of her) and my oc Dave. Then there is obviously dariraine and dariraeda, both as a vee and as a triad, both make sense.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

EBERWOLF EBERWOLF EBERWOLF they are the ultimate duo, I absolutely love their dynamic and yearn for more. Eda too because they are very fun to think about together. We deserved to see them interact when the world wasn’t about to end :(

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't like timeskip aladarius. The moment was funny and cute but I don’t think they’re right for each other. They are much more fun for me as bitter exes that had the messiest breakup ever.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Just one? Lol. I wish we had seen him and Hunter talk. At any point between asias and the finale. I would've loved to see them cautiously getting to know each other in a different way before Hollow Mind, and I would've loved to see them talk about the whole grimwalker thing, and about do many other things. They deserved more time.

I wish we had seen some banter with Eda, and a little more of him in a Hexside flashback. Even just a spoken line, you know. A flashback like the one Raine had when explaining how Eda inspired them to create the BATTs would've been cool too.