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so in love with you - mark grayson headcanons

warnings: fluff, smut, NSFW CONTENT!! MINORS DNI. word count: 541 summary: boyfriend!mark x fem!reader headcanons. notes: hi so this is just some tired rambling from me because i have writers block so i cant write an actual fic. sorry, hope this feeds the mark lovers. yall, the suit stays on!!

boyfriend!mark who always makes sure to bring something for his girlfriend when he's late (as usual) to a date.

boyfriend!mark who tries his best to plan the dates, but secretly likes it when you take charge.

boyfriend!mark who has you saved as his wallpaper, a picture of you in his phonecase, and has a picture of the two of you as his pfp for EVERYTHING. no one can argue with the fact that that man loves you.

boyfriend!mark who always makes time to send you a 'good morning' and 'good night' text. it doesn't matter whether he's just been beaten up, or is about to be beaten up, he will always do his best to make time for you.

boyfriend!mark who likes to show his affection subtly, like when he does the sidewalk rule or when he holds your hand when he notices you feeling anxious. he's not opposed to PDA, too.

boyfriend!mark who feels happy when you show PDA, a big smile on his face if you give him a small kiss before going to work or school, or when you hold his hand when walking together.

boyfriend!mark who likes to remember little stuff about you, whether it be that one makeup product you wanted ages ago, or the name of your first pet. he'll even remember that one person you hated years ago and talked shit about to him.

boyfriend!mark who's too scared to initiate anything physical, worried you'll reject him (even though the two of you are literally dating).

boyfriend!mark who gets flustered during the first time you have sex, but eventually gets the hang of it.

boyfriend!mark who could live between your thighs and would be the happiest man alive, eating you out for the rest of yours (and his) life.

boyfriend!mark who worries whether he'll hurt you with his viltrumite strength, but you reassure him that you'll be fine. besides, you wouldn't mind getting crushed by those muscles anyway. it would be a nice way to die.

boyfriend!mark who stares at you for a moment when you stop him from removing his suit when you two are on your bed.

boyfriend!mark who's face turns bright red when you sheepishly ask him to keep the suit on, doing your best to prevent yourself from grinding against his hard length that you can already feel poking against your thigh.

boyfriend!mark who actually enjoys it (maybe a bit too much) when you sit in his supersuit-cladded lap, the friction between your lower halves making you let out a small whimper.

boyfriend!mark who's grateful for the fact that the suit is so tight, meaning he can still feel everything you do and how you feel.

boyfriend!mark who can feel your wetness seep through the fabric when you remove your pants.

boyfriend!mark who can't help but cum in his suit when you let out the most pornographic moan he's ever heard after rubbing against his hard-on.

boyfriend!mark who doesn't cares about the clean-up (that's a problem for future him to think about) and instead flips the two of you over, a smug smile on his face, ready for round two. maybe with the suit off, this time.

extra notes: hiii im so sorry if this isnt written well. im not used to writing sexual content, but i hope this is okay. love u guys, and reblogs are very welcome!! :3

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[azzibuckets]

letters from dallas part 1

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: in which i neglect all the other series and fics im supposed to be writing to send more angst ur way <3

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May 1, 2025

Dear Azzi,

It fucking sucks here.

I know I’m supposed to be thankful for this opportunity. And I am, I swear. My teammates are nice. Arike’s been showing me around downtown. Nai and Lyss are funny. They’ve adopted me, called me their child. They remind me of us.

My therapist said it’s good to write down my feelings. Not sure how she’d say if it was letters, letters to you, but hey, something is better than nothing.

I saw a trailer for Frozen 3 last week and I thought of you. I hope you’re doing well. I called KK the other day. She was so excited - I felt bad. I haven’t been as good as I wanted to be with talking to our team - well, your team now - but it hurts too much knowing that they get to spend every day with you and I can’t. I asked her about you. She seemed hesitant to tell me. But I kept nagging her and she told me you’re good, spending a lot of time reading and stuff. Said they finally got you off Colleen Hoover. She wants me to move on, I can tell. It’s killing both of us, how I can’t let you go. But I guess writing these letters and stuffing them in my closet are how I’m trying to get my closure and deal with my feelings, so maybe this will help.

You’re on my fucking mind all the time, and I wish you weren’t. I miss you so bad sometimes it hurts to exist. If you saw the amount of melatonin I take every every night just to avoid you in my dreams, you’d probably yell at me.

Love,

Paige

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June 7, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Have I mentioned that Drew hasn’t been talking to me? He blames me for our breakup, and he misses you like hell. I do too.

I played like shit in the game yesterday. I can’t believe we lost to the Sparks. It was nice seeing Cam again though. I don’t know if you remember, but it’s our anniversary. I saw that you were at the soccer game with the girls. You looked really good, really happy. I guess it doesn’t affect you like it affects me. And I know that should make me like, mad, or jealous. But I’m glad at least one of us is healing?

Honestly? it sucks having to see your face all over social media. It sucks even more whenever I go on my Instagram page and you’re all over it too. I could be salty and delete all of it, but that would start too much drama. Besides, that would mean deleting like half my posts

I wonder how Jose and Jon are doing. Jon unfollowed me the other day. That one hurt pretty bad. I miss my little brothers, and I miss your parents.

Love,

Paige

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August 28, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Yesterday was a fucking shit show. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to even show up when I heard you guys were coming. It was weird, seeing you in the audience. It was everything I’d always imagined, you coming to my games, but it also made me feel sick, knowing this is what could’ve been. What should’ve been. I was nervous the last quarter thinking about what to say to you after the game, but god, Azzi, you couldn’t even look at me. I tried to talk to you after the group pic but you disappeared.

Maybe it’s a good time to tell you that Katie and Tim were at my game last week, against the Mystics. I’m gonna be honest, when I saw they were there, I avoided them, and I’m not proud of it. I ran to my car straight after the presser but somehow they found where I parked and were waiting next to it?? If this was a different circumstance I would’ve laughed.

All they told me was great game before I started crying. I don’t even know what came over me. But your mom hugged me and that made me cry even harder. They told me I was their daughter no matter what, and they loved me. I wrote it down as soon as I left because I didn’t ever wanna forget.

Azzi, we didn’t even marry each other like we promised, and I still feel like we left a broken family. I didn’t mean for this many people to get hurt, for this many relationships to shatter because ours did.

It makes forgetting you so much harder, and that’s what pisses me off. That I’ve injured my knee and gone through months of rehab and moved across the country to a brand new city, yet this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

From,

Paige

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October 2nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I was calling KK again and I didn’t ask about you this time. I think I’m making some progress.

Arike keeps trying to get me with some of her friends, but it still doesn’t feel right. I think I need a little bit more time.

From,

Paige

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October 20, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I turn 24 today. Damn I feel old. I’ve spent a third of my life now loving you.

From,

Paige

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October 22nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I just got your present in the mail. You didn’t have to. I love it. Thank you.

- Paige

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November 11, 2025

Happy birthday big head. I think you probably received my gift by now. I debated on writing a card, but you didn’t write me one, and I’ve decided to leave the cards (haha) in your hand. So I’m just following your lead. I hope you enjoy 23.

- Paige

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December 7, 2025

Azzi,

Hell of a game yesterday. Proud of you. National player of the year performance

- P

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April 5, 2026

Az,

LET’S FUCKING GOOOO. Shit, man. Two peat natty champs??? Unbelievable. My hands are tweaking out, I can’t even read my own handwriting. I knew you could do it, Az. Thank you for not forcing me to wear irish merch..I never look good in green like you do

- P

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April 13, 2026

Azzi,

Drafted to the Sky????

See you so fucking soon

Nice fit at the draft btw

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May 16, 2026

Dear Azzi,

Fuck, the way you smiled at me after that game. Maybe I’ll have the courage to finally text you. I know it’s probably not the best idea but…I still regret everything. It’s been a little bit more than a year and it still hurts as bad as it did the first day. Is this normal?

Love,

Paige

[maskedcrawford]

Not So Secret Relationship

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: After paparazzi help out your relationship, you and GD choose to announce it yourselves in true G Dragon style.

Warnings: None really

A/N: Thank you anon for being so patient. I hope this is close to what you wanted <3

Requests are OPEN

It all started when you agreed to work with with G-Dragon for his new song and music video. The two of you had chemistry unlike any other, quickly becoming close friends, constantly being seen with each other or leaving one another’s home. It wasn’t long before Jiyong got the courage up to ask you out and you more than readily said yes.

This would lead to the frenzy of pictures and speculation, being form America meant that anytime he was there, the reporters and paparazzi were all over him and you’d be photographed together. Anytime you were in Korea, the same thing happened for you. You were both ecstatic to have thriving careers, but it made keeping your relationship a hard secret to keep. The only thing you could begin to bank on was that neither of you confirmed your relationship.

It's been months and the media continues to speculate about your relationship, much to some fans cheers and dismay. There was growing fanbase for your relationship and then there were fans who wouldn’t believe it. Truth be told it was nice to have something only the two of you could share. Something that, though they may try, the world couldn’t be 100% sure of.

But that all ends one night when you’re out on yet another date, speculation in the media turns to soft launch when a paparazzi gets a picture of Jiyong sweetly kissing your cheek at the end of your date. Not to mention, the pictures of both of you smiling, caressing each other’s hands and fingers being interlocked.

You can’t help but stare at your tv as the gossip show talks about the pictures and shows multiple of the two of you holding hands, pictures that look like you’re joking around, and even one of the two of you getting close at the beach. You sigh as you pick up the ringing phone on your table.

“Have you seen the show?” Jiyong’s voice is calm, not exactly what you expected.

“Yup,” you respond aggravated, “And it’s not just here, Korea’s media is picking up on it too,” you mention with a slight stress headache. You got a text from a mutual friend that morning that the K-media is buzzing once again about the two of you.

“Why don’t we just tell them, y/n?”

“I mean, are you sure you’re ready to give up the big secret?” you ask tentatively. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell anyone, it was that it was so nice keeping it private, or at least, unconfirmed.

“I mean, if I ever want to marry you it’s going to have to come out at some point. Why not now?” You blush at his comment and bite your lip as you smile at the thought of him in a suit.

“Ah, ok,” you sigh.

“But if we’re doing this,” he begins and you can hear in his voice the theatrics are about to be noted, “We’re doing it right. G-Dragon, style.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Nice confidence, G-Dragon,” you tease. You can hear his chuckle over the phone.

“I’m flying you out in a week, pack your stuff.”

“How the heck are we doing this?”

“I’ll tell you all that once you get here,” he hangs up the phone before you can protest.

-

You land in Korea that next week, curiosity peeking as you get into the car Jiyong has sent for you. You’re walking up to his apartment door, nervous about the plan and excited to see him.

He practically pulls you inside and you yelp, surprised by the sudden force.

“God I missed you,” he cups your face and leaves multiple little kisses all over it before his lips find yours for a slow, meaningful kiss. He makes a mental note that your lips taste like strawberries.

“I missed you too,” you say against his lips and after a moment he finally lets you go to breathe.

“I swear you’re my oxygen.” He says partly panting.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re panting,” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“So, what’s this new plan of yours?” You sit on the couch as you watch him pace animatedly around in front of the tv.

“I’m performing at the MAMA awards this weekend, that’s where we’ll do it. You’ll come out with me, we’ll do our song and choreography and we’ll make it all official.” His smile is as wide as his face and you smile at the idea.

“Very G-Dragon of you,” you compliment jokingly and he rolls his eyes playfully with the smile stuck on his face.

“Thank you, jagi,” he takes a dramatic bow. The rest of the week is spent in intense preparation. Once the media caught wind that you were in Korea, the outlets once again were fueling fans theories that the two of you are together. Pictures of you two out to get frozen yogurt and walking to and from practices, as well as the two of you going back to his penthouse.

-

The day of the performance arrives and the place is buzzing. You go through the song and routine a few times, nailing it each time.

“This is going to be so good,” he smiles at you as you land in his arms for the final move. He pecks your lips and you smile, nerves taking over slightly as the time for the show gets closer.

-

Before you know it, the time comes and your both out on stage, singing and dancing with the crowd going wild. Each move is precise, exactly how you practiced it. By the end of the song, you’re in your final pose and both of you have your chests heaving.

He quirks a brow at you and you bite your bottom lip with a smile as you both lean in, sweaty lips connecting in front of the whole crowd. The arena goes into a frenzy, phone cameras are up, fans are freaking out and your heartrate is sky high. You pull back from one another, looking into each other’s eyes and you look at the crowd smiling with a little giggle. Jiyong’s forehead rests against the side of your head as he hugs you closer to him, the lights catching every single miniscule movement. You blow a kiss to the crowd and walk off hand in hand with your boyfriend.

-

The next morning your social media is blowing up from notifications. You giggle as you show Jiyong the edits and tons of gossip pages freaking out at the confirmed relationship of you two. Jiyong picks up his own phone and quickly uploads a pic to Instagram.

“Now I can post you whenever I want,” he says cockily as he kisses your cheek.

You roll over catching a glimpse in the mirror and decide that if he can do it, so can you.

Maybe confirming your relationship was the best idea.

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oooo how about vincent with reader and one of his parties gone wrong? maybe reader gets hurt or almost dies?

Here you go!! <3

TW: Near-death experience (for Reader), mentions of murder, attempted murder, poisoned Reader, hospitals

"Stay close by me," Vincent reminds you once again, squeezing your hand tighter in his own gloved one. "You don't have permission to talk to strangers or leave my sight."

You almost scoff. As if you ever have permission.

Its been at least three months since you've started living with him. Despite being constantly monitored, you don't necessarily hate living with him. After getting used to his treatment of you, it's pretty comforting.

Being able to depend on somebody and not worry about things is nice. Other than a few rules, you can basically do whatever you want as long as it doesn't involve running away, hurting anyone or yourself, or disrespecting Vincent.

Overall, it could be way worse.

Vincent looks at you for confirmation.

"I know," you mumble. "No going near strangers or leaving your sight. I'm not stupid."

The blond chuckles softly, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. "No, you're certainly not dumb, pumpkin, but sometimes it takes more than smarts to keep safe. Remember what we said? The world is dangerous." He ruffles your hair gently. "And hey, if you don't wanna stay for long, we don't have to. Just need to make appearances, all that good stuff."

You nod. "Okay."

Honestly, if you had a choice, you wouldn't attend this gala whatsoever. It was a meeting between members of Cryo, but not like their usual monthly one.

Instead, this was actual an annual thing hosted in order to show off Cryo's successes over the year and hopefully find prospective members.

Vincent was reluctant when you told him you wanted to go, since apparently these galas were usually rather boring and weren't suited for "babies" like you (in Vincent's words). Plus, there'd be plenty of alcohol, gambling, and lots of "grown-up conversations."

But you managed to convince him with your puppy dog eyes and pleading. He's weak for those, you've noticed. Always wants to please you.

He had gotten you the nicest dress/suit, even though you already had at least five ones to choose from. He donned a black suit with a purple tie and matching slacks. His gloves were also black and leather, as well as his belt and shoes. He finished the look off with cufflinks shaped like golden bullets and a matching broach on his suit.

"You nervous, kiddo?" he asks in concern, squeezing your hand tighter.

"A little bit," you admit. "Just want people to like me."

Vincent frowns at you. "Well, if they're mean to you, they'll end up six feet under, so no need to worry about that."

"I don't want people to die either," you grumble. "Especially just because of me."

Vincent pinches your cheeks. "They can either be respectful to you, or dead. Their choices, doesn't seem like a hard one, either."

You swat at his hand, and he laughs. Soon enough, the two of you reach a large, extravagant looking building, lit up brightly despite the late night.

He guides you towards the entrance, and you enter into a massive hall filled with hundreds of people, most likely part of Cryo. Its quite loud inside. There's music playing somewhere nearby as well.

Everyone seems dressed formally. Suits and dresses abound. Several waiters walk by holding trays piled high with hors d'oeuvres and wine glasses.

Vincent continues to guide you towards a specific spot—where the guests are gathering to greet one another. As soon as he shows up, everyone greets him. Some of them eye you suspiciously or curiously, but they seem to know better than to outright approach you.

And you notice they only acknowledge your existence briefly before turning away and continuing their conversations with him or each other.

He notices you staring. "(Y/n), want me to introduce you?" he murmurs, patting your back.

You shake your head, and instead hide yourself behind him.

"Sorry, folks, my kid is a bit shy right now," Vincent laughs. "How bout we save introductions for later when they're in a better mood?"

The people shrug and agree, seeming content with that answer.

So that's how things continue. Vincent occasionally lets go of your hand to perform a handshake with somebody new, or wrap an arm around your shoulders, but never once truly leaves your side.

Occasionally, he offers to grab you food and drinks, making sure to only feed you things he knows are safe. Knowing the crowd here, for once you don't blame him for being extra vigilant.

A lot of small talk goes on. You zone out a bit as you hear talks about trade deals, weapons manufacturing, smuggling operations, assassinations... The typical mob business. You already know most of the details thanks to Vincent's constant chatter anyways.

Once it seems like the two of you have met every single person attending, he brings you to a quieter part of the gala, where they seem to have an open bar.

A couple people are milling around the area. A few seated on barstools and chatting with bartenders, others standing nearby watching. Vincent guides you to one of the seats, helping you onto the stool before sitting next to you.

"Want some juice, kiddo? We've got lemonade, grape juice, orange juice..." Vincent says. "I personally get a root beer float most of the time."

"Don't you drink?" you ask. Now that you think about it, you've never seen him drink in your presence.

"Not as often anymore. Not when I got someone young and innocent depending on me! Gotta be sober to watch you properly," Vincent says. "Besides, I'd never live it down if I became a bad influence for you."

You almost laugh. Funny he out of all people is saying that. "I guess I'll have what you're having, then."

Vincent grins and flags down one of the nearby servers.

"What can I get you, Mr. Brewer?"

"Two root beer floats for us, please."

She nods and rushes away.

While waiting, the two of you idly chat and watch everyone else. You notice a tall man with short brown hair and brown eyes approach, eyes fixed on Vincent. Something about his wide smile throws you off. He looks friendly, yes, but also a bit too enthusiastic, even more so than others who met you earlier.

He seems different than the other people here, and not in a good way.

"Hey, Boss," the man greets. His voice is slightly on the higher-pitched side. "Haven't seen you since your trip to Budapest. I heard you adopted a kid." He smiles at you.

"Yep," Vincent confirms, though he sounds a bit annoyed. "If you attended more meetings, that wouldn't have become a problem. Phoenix tried to contact you several times, we all thought you were dead."

The guy scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry... Things got busy on my end..."

Vincent looks angry, but holds himself back from yelling. For your sake, that much is obvious. You see his fingers twitching subtly. "You should make an effort to stay available whenever possible. You have a job, Sullivan. This isn't some side-gig you can just show up to when you want. If your uncle weren't contributing so much to Cryo, you'd be out of here in a heartbeat. I can still make that happen."

Sullivan sighs. "Yeah. I'll try to do better next time. Sorry again, really." He sits next to Vincent, eyeing both of your root beer floats, both in fancy wine glasses. "So, uh, (Y/n), was it? Nice to meet you."

"Yeah... nice to meet you too," you say politely, sipping your drink.

Vincent's eye twitches. He shifts his chair so it's angled closer to you protectively. Almost like a shield separating you and Sullivan apart. "Is there something else you needed?" Vincent questions, clearly getting impatient. He puts his drink down, right next to yours.

"Nah, just wanted to see you and apologize for being such trouble recently." Sullivan wedges himself between you two, arms outstretched on both of your shoulders, and both of you looking at him in confusion. Vincent's confused look turns into a sour one. "What? Just wanted to be affectionate, sorry. You're awfully grumpy today."

"Are you drunk?" Vincent sneers.

"Just a little!" Sullivan snorts and pulls away.

You're a little fearful for the guy's life, judging by the way Vincent is staring him down. You grab your drink and take a sip from it, not noticing Sullivan's brief look of panic.

"Uh, well, gotta go! I'm sure Trent's gonna wanna catch up with me," Sullivan nervously says, walking away quicker than Vincent has ever seen him go.

The blond only scoffs. "If I see him again tonight, I'll shoot him in the head myself," he grumbles.

"What happened to wanting to be a good influence?" you laugh.

Vincent flicks your nose. "Hey, if someone were bothering you who you wanted to shoot, I'd fully support it. I think the world would be a much better place if we got rid of all the people who were bothering my beloved kiddo." He ruffles your hair. "And hey, did you take my root beer float? Mine had the purple straw! Brat." His tone is playful, of course.

You pull back to look at the nearly fully-consumed drink, seeing the green straw. "Oops, must've mixed 'em up... too late, it's mine now."

He shakes his head in mock disappointment. "My kiddo... so mean. But it's fine, because yours had more in it, anyway! So ha-ha." As if proving a point, he begins loudly slurping yours. You laugh at the silliness. If only everyone knew that Vincent was a fool.

"That guy was kind of weird," you murmur, changing the subject onto Sullivan. "Have you known him for long?"

"Unfortunately," Vincent mutters. "Ever since his uncle joined Cryo, he felt entitled enough to get a job from us. Honestly, I'd much rather fire him, but since he's family with a high ranking member, I'd rather not cause any unnecessary conflict. Don't really trust him, though."

"Sounds like you really hate him," you chuckle.

"Me? Hate someone? Pfft, never. I'm a saint." Vincent nudges your shoulder with his own. "Yeah, I'm kidding. I kinda hate him. And I especially hate anyone who makes you uncomfortable, which I can tell he was doing. If not for his uncle..." He doesn't need to finish that sentence.

You finish your root beer float, and put the empty glass to the side. He wraps an arm around your shoulders while he pulls out his phone.

You see it's Quinn, and that he's telling her to keep an eye on him. You continue reading what he's texting, but then it gets harder to, the words growing blurrier and blurrier.

That's when you realize everything is getting blurry. Even the man next to you.

"Dad," you mutter. Your tongue feels like lead.

"Not now. Give Dad one sec." He keeps typing on his phone.

"Dad." More urgently.

"Be patient, kiddo. Quinn can barely type properly as is."

"I feel really bad," you rasp. "Dizzy."

Vincent looks up from his phone quickly. "(Y/n)?" His eyes widen as he sees your pained expression and sweat dripping down your face.

He drops his phone immediately as he catches you right before you fall off the stool. He runs a hand across your forehead. "(Y/n)? Hey, baby, shh, calm down. What hurts?" Panic seeps through his tone, yanking off one of his gloves with his teeth to feel your pulse, putting two fingers to your neck. Its rapid-fire.

"E-everything," you whimper. It's hard to even form words anymore. Your vision is getting darker and darker, and you can no longer breathe.

You begin to cough, holding onto his shirt for comfort as you feel the edges of your conscious slipping. Your throat feels blocked up. Every attempt to speak results in a strained wheeze and a coughing fit.

Vincent lets out a rare, strangled noise. The fear of losing you is the one thing keeping him grounded.

He lifts you up easily, bridal-style, into his arms, resting your head against his chest. He maneuvers past the crowds, calling for someone to get a stretcher for you.

You can't tell what he's saying anymore, only that he's yelling. Is he mad? Upset?

Or terrified, maybe. Maybe that's why his voice is shaky and cracked.

"Baby, come on, just breathe for Dad, alright? Just focus on my voice, sweetie," he begs, rubbing circles in your chest, as if he can coax air into your lungs. "Breathe with me. Please."

Your breath stutters and comes out shallowly. There's nothing you can do.

No way to obey him. You can't breathe. Why can't you breathe? You're trying so hard, just like he asked you to, but it's like your lungs refuse to expand, refusing to cooperate.

Vincent tries his best to coach you into breathing right, talking in soothing tones and soft coos, encouraging you to calm down and copy him.

Even if everything didn't sound muffled, you couldn't understand him anyway from the way he's speaking, on the verge of hyperventilating. He's trying so hard to act okay for you.

Everything starts to become dim. Blackness creeps into the corners of your vision, slowly overtaking your sight entirely. No matter how hard you struggle, fighting to stay awake and alive, your body gives into the poison and shuts down, leaving you limp in his arms.

The last thing you hear before darkness consumes your consciousness is Vincent screaming louder than you've ever heard him before.

...

Vincent paces back and forth as he waits in the hospital hallway outside of the ER.

"Vincent," Trenton greets sympathetically. It's rare he ever refers to his boss with his first name, but it's not something Vincent minds usually, especially not now. His mind is too preoccupied. "We found the perpetrator—"

"Sullivan," Vincent snarls, finishing for him. "I already figured."

"R-right," Trenton sighs. "We caught him attempting to run. He was already prepared for flight. Uh, it seems like the strychnine was meant for you, but either mixed them up or you got your drinks mixed up."

Vincent nods. "That damn traitor... you have him in custody, right?" Trenton nods. "Good. Keep him alive. I want to kill him myself."

"Understood. Do you want us to torture him first?" Trent asks. He's usually not this brutal, but he loves you like a sibling, after all.

"No. I'm saving that pleasure for myself." The door opens and a doctor steps out. Vincent's most trusted doctor, Dr. Fredericks. "(Y/n)! Let me see them now!" He doesn't even bother asking if you're alive; he simply refuses to even consider that outcome. That's the only thing that's been stopping him from absolutely losing it.

"Okay, but they're very much out of it," she tells him, leading him down the hallway into your room.

She's right.

You're on a hospital bed with the covers pulled over your chest. An oxygen mask is secured over your mouth and nose, and several monitors hooked to various machines beep quietly, tracking your vitals. There's an IV drip attached to your wrist.

As promised, you are awake, but clearly unable to do anything beyond that. Your eyes are drooping and you're blinking slowly, struggling to stay alert.

"(Y/n)," Vincent breathes, rushing over and grabbing your hand. He crouches beside the bed so that he's level with you. "Sweetie? Can you hear me?" He kisses your temple gently. He brushes your hair away from your forehead, pressing his cheek against yours.

You try to move your hand weakly towards his voice.

The blond nods quickly. "Hi, baby. Yeah, its Dad. I'm here. Everything is gonna be okay now." He presses kisses all over your face—anywhere he can reach without disturbing the oxygen mask.

"Poisoned," you manage to rasp.

"I know, lovebug. But it'll be okay." Tears threaten to spill down Vincent's cheeks.

"Scary," you say next.

"I know," Vincent whispers again, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching closely enough. Shouldn't have let him anywhere near us. I won't make that same mistake again, I promise." Not after he turns that bastard to dust. Slowly.

"Not y'r fault," you slur.

"It is. I should've protected you. That's my job, sweetie." He kisses your hand repeatedly. "Don't speak anymore, okay? I just want you to rest. At least until this comes off." He taps the clear oxygen mask. "And then we'll talk aaaall you want. Doesn't that sound nice?"

You shift positions as much as the wires will allow, and you pat the small space on the mattress, motioning for him to join you.

He chuckles and shakes his head fondly. "Aww, buddy. I don't wanna crush you."

When you continue to persistently slap the bed sheets, he finally concedes. He slips his shoes off and climbs onto the bed with you, helping you lay on top of his chest.

He makes sure all wires are in place as they were moments ago. "Comfy?" You hum in confirmation. Vincent plays with your hair. "Get some sleep, honey. Dad's not going anywhere."

Your eyelids flutter shut as you listen to the sound of his steady heartbeat, grounding you and lulling you to a peaceful, safe sleep.

Normally Vincent would be awake, hyper-vigilant as ever, but the exhaustion from running around in a frenzy and pure terror takes its toll on him too. His eyes close and sleep follows soon after.

[rosenclaws]

Okay—don’t know if this fulfills the type of prompt you’re looking for but: Marie asking Logan to play Barbie’s with her. He somehow ends up wearing a princess crown

Babysitting || Worst!Logan x Reader

warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used and the reader is referred as mom

a/n: Man I just love writing Wolverine being a dad omfggg anyways I hope you enjoy!!!

"You promise you don't mind?"

You're rushing around your apartment trying to get ready for work. Just your luck you got called in for an emergency and your babysitter wasn't able to come on such short notice.

In the midst of your panic Logan knocked on your door like a knight in shining armor. Though this knight was caring an empty tupperware that you had given him leftovers in.

Logan had heard you talking to yourself in a panic. He tries not to eavesdrop but you were being louder than usual so being the good...uh boyfriend? Friend, Neighbor? You haven't really figured that part out yet.

Anyways being the good person that he is he came down to see what was wrong.

"I'm sure, she's a nice kid how hard can it be?" He says with a shrug and you resist the urge to scoff. He was doing you a huge favor afterall.

"Pick up is at 3pm, I'll be home by 6 and I'll grab dinner." You grab your bag and hurry out the door.

Logan glances at the clock. It's almost 3 so he better get a move on. Maries school was a short walk from the apartment. He can't but notice just how much he stands out among the other parents here for pick up and drop off.

He winces when he hears the shrieking laughter coming from the playground. Parents come and go, collecting their kids and listening to them talk about their day. He glances to the side and sees a little boy staring at him with wide eyes. In his hands was a wolverine figurine. Logan just smirks, putting his finger up to his lips telling the kid to keep quiet.

"Kitty!" Logan looks up to see Marie running towards him.

"Hey kid, your mom had to go to work so it's just me and you for a couple hours." He lifts Marie up into his arms.

Taking her backpack and slinging it onto his shoulder. The damn thing fit just a little too tight around his biceps and shoulders. As he walks home she rambles on about her day. Logan listens as she plays with the collar of his shirt.

"And then we wrote about our favorite animal and we got to draw it and Ms. K put all of our drawings on the wall."

"Yeah? What's your favorite animal?" Logan asks as he digs around for the key you gave him.

"Kitty cats!" Logan flinches as she practically shouts in his ear.

"Oh yeah? I couldn't tell." As he opens the door he sets her down, placing her stuff near the door as she goes running to her room.

Logan sits on the couch and stretches out, pick up is done so now he just has to make sure Marie doesn't die or get a tattoo or do anything stupid. As soon as he reaches for the remote he hears the little pitter of her feet.

She pokes her head around the wall and looks at Logan with those puppy dog eyes. He groans, knowing she was about to ask him something he won't be able to say no to.

"Will you play Barbie's with me? Mommy promised me she'd play today." She asks. Pulling two dolls from behind her back. Logan just sighs, putting his hands in his head.

"Wouldn't you rather color or something? Or we can watch that show with that annoying blue dog." He tries to bargain but Marie stands firm. She wants Barbie's. It's that or nothing. So Logan just nods his head.

"Okay fine. But only for an hour. Max."

An hour max his ass because Marie wouldn't let him leave. Every time he tried to end Barbie dress up her little eyes would fill with tears and Logan would quickly promise to keep playing. Just the threat of her tears was enough to make him fold. So here he is. At the will of a 6 year old.

"Logan? Marie? I'm home!" He hears your voice and your footsteps get closer.

"Mommy!" Marie yells.

"I brought pizza it's on the counter..." Your voice trails off as you appear in the doorway.

Marie runs past you straight to the bathroom to wash her hands before dinner. Logan is sitting on the ground, having broken the small wooden chair Marie insisted he sit on at firs. A plastic princess crown sits on his head and he has pink glitter nail polish messily painted onto his nails.

"Barbie tea party?" You ask, trying to hide your laughter.

"Yeah. You've raise a very manipulative child you know that?" Logan says as he stands up.

"All you have to do is say no Logan." You reach over and fix the crown so that it rested evenly on his head. His hair tuffs sticking out of the crown just above the fake jewels.

"Well she's very convincing." He hums.

Your hands fall back to your sides but you don't move from the doorway. Something about seeing him so willing to spend time with Marie, to entertain her silly games and even let her paint his nails.

It just means a lot. Logan...he didn't sign up for all of this but he's willingly brought himself into your life and you don't want him to leave. But is he here for Marie? Or would he stick around for you too?

"How do I look?" He asks, snapping you out of your question sprial.

"Huh?" You ask. He shrugs and crosses his arms, his biceps bulging out of his flannel shirt.

"You're staring at me sweetheart, thought I'd ask if you like what you see." He purrs.

Your eyes widen as he slowly backs you against the wall. Even with the pink nails and the plastic crown Logan was all consuming. There's just something so attractive about his paternal instincts.

"You look good." You squeak out.

"Just good?" He asks and you swear your brain starts to short circuit.

"Mommy! I'm hungry." Marie's voice makes Logan jump back, his cockiness fades away as he reaches up and takes the crown off.

"I'll be right there baby. Just go sit down." You say with a smile. You glance back at Logan for a moment, a beat of silence as you stare into each others eyes. Your heart is still racing. He gently places the crown on Marie's bed and walks past you to the kitchen.

"Fuck." You whisper. What was that?

You pretend like you weren't pressed up against the wall by Logan just moments ago and serve everyone a slice of pizza. You listen as Marie tells you about her day and playing with Logan. It's so utterly domestic. But soon Marie's bedtime comes around and it's time to say goodbye.

"Kitty can you pick me up from school tomorrow?" Marie asks sleepily.

"Oh baby Logan's very busy-"

"I don't mind" Logan cuts in.

"Gives me something to do during the day. As long as you don't mind." he adds on the last part quickly. Before you can answer Marie does it for you.

"Yes!" She squeals.

"Marie wait!" You call but she's already gone to her room.

"Are you sure Logan? I know it's a lot. That we can be a lot."

"Sweetheart, I like spending time with her, with you." Logan says softly.

He's really grown to care about Marie and you. A lot. More than he's willing to admit out loud right now. The two of you aren't a lot to Logan. In fact you're just what he needs. This normalcy and kindness. Being around the two of you makes him feel like he really can be more than the man he used to be.

"Okay, thank you Logan. You don't know how much everything you've done means to us." You place your hand on his arm, squeezing it gently.

"See you tomorrow sweetheart." He throws you a wink as he shuts the door.

He stays for just a moment. He hears your footsteps get farther away and he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding. As he heads back to his apartment he starts to feel dread creeping up his throat. Who is he kidding? Can the Wolverine really go and play babysitter? He's not...he's not good for you or for Marie. But he cares about the two of you and he's too selfish to let you go now.

"How was your date with the hot mom downstairs?" Wade asks as Logan steps into the apartment.

"It wasn't a date I was just helping out." Logan mumbles as he opens the fridge and searches for a beer, only finding a root beer instead.

"Hey we listen and we don't judge. Everyone has a type. Yours just happens to be MILFS."

Logan shoots daggers at Wade as he pops off the top of the bottle.

"Shut the fuck up." A surge of jealousy hitting him like a truck at the idea of Wade even thinking of you like that. Wade just smirks, loving just how easy it is to push his buttons.

"Man you're just racking up those father figure roles aren't you Hugh." Wade sighs. Logan choose to ignore whatever nonsense Wade was spitting from his mouth and head right to bed.

Closing his eyes he just wonders how far he'll let himself sink into your lives. A small part of him hopes forever.

[luigilore]

Hello! Sorry if you’ve already answered a few asks about this but. Can you elaborate more about Luigi being a supportive husband during pregnancy and labor sorry I can’t stop thinking about it with him talking about the Lorax and his future kids

hi!! noo omg ur totally good i literally love talking abt this stuff <3

he would be overall super pragmatic like does so much research, is a lot of this drive by nerves yes but it's productive sooo, he would be at every single appointment and would take handwritten notes and come with written down questions he or you have had since your last visit, he keeps a list ARGHH.... also he would very much advocate for you in any medical environment from the regular prenatal appointments to when you're actually in labor

like it’s nice to have a luigi by ur side tbh; ofc carries ultrasound pics in his wallet now, would be very sweet and thoroughly tender with you when you have morning sickness, would take parenting/birthing classes with you, would be a bit :0 thrown by hormone changes and mood swings (and self projection here but perhaps heightened anxiety) but he's extremely empathic and understanding like truly sincerely does such an amazing job of biting his tongue and letting stuff go lol

i fear luigi might get insanely overprotective bordering on overbearing like you eventually snap at him that you don't need help going down the stairs (even if maybe you kind of do?) if u had to be on bedrest towards the end, you'd hate it sooo much and he'd be so fucking strict omggg... running it like the navy 😫 but it's all out of love and an extreme amount of duty but still... the navy

he'd do a lot of research i think that at times luigi could get random bouts of feeling extremely overwhelmed; its daunting and he's so excited... but it's a bit daunting too and researching is what makes him feel more prepared; research on literally every aspect of pregnancy and babies in general, is always sending you articles and books are being delivered daily. would have a really official systematic process for deciding on a name. seems like a lot of lists would be crafted.... maybe even some spreadsheets

omg when ur in labor he def would be a bit nervous, a bit on edge, and very emotional... his anxiety might rub off on u at one point and you banish him to lap around the hospital floor and go get you ice chips bc him just staring at the monitors and vitals was freaking u out... but ultimately would be soooo sweet, would feel bad complaining/really doing anything but focusing on you and you have to force him to nap for a bit.... would be a bit in shock in the best way when ur baby is born like def crying, keeps repeating how surreal it is, and also SOO proud of u and ur baby :')

[0798f]

🎇 — Picnic.

RELATIONSHIP: Oikawa Toru x Reader

SUMMARY: Inspired by the beautiful weather, Oikawa wants to go on a picnic with you.

A/N: Day 5 of the Hanami event! I love writing Oikawa as absolutely obsessed and in love with his partner.

Toru

(Name)-chan!!!!!!!!! ♡♡♡ Let’s go on a picnic ♪(´▽｀)

(Name) couldn’t even finish reading the messages before Oikawa decided to call them instead. “Hi, Toru.”

“(Name)-chan~! I miss you!” They had just seen each other at school yesterday. “It’s cherry blossom season!”

He was stating the obvious again, but (Name) loved to listen. Their walk to school yesterday was in the midst of a cherry blossom hurricane, and while that was beautiful to look out, it was less beautiful when (Name) had to pick petals off their clothes. Instead of helping, or even shaking the cherry blossoms off his own person, Oikawa took a million photos of them. He giggled with delight, saying something about how adorable (Name) looked with cherry blossoms in their hair, until Iwaizumi arrived to smack him on the back of the head. Cherry blossom petals went flying.

“I know,” (Name) responded. Oikawa phone calls took about 3 hours on average, so they closed their textbook. No homework was going to get done while this conversation occurred. “It’s really pretty now that the wind died down. I ran some errands this morning and enjoyed the view.”

There was the sound of fabric rustling. (Name) could imagine Oikawa rolling around in his bed as they talked. “Exactly! The wind died down, so I think we should spend some time outside tomorrow. How about a picnic?”

Oikawa was sickeningly sweet when it came to romance. He always favored the cliche relationship experiences— stuff like ice-skating dates and sharing a drink with two straws. Things that (Name) never thought they’d like, but Oikawa made everything seem as special as it did in the movies. He was dedicated to making the perfect experiences and it didn’t matter if they were actually perfect or not. Oikawa was like a deer learning to walk when they tried ice skating and brought (Name) crashing to the ice multiple times. But they were laughing the whole time because Oikawa made it special.

He knew (Name) was listening so he continued. “The weather is gonna be amazing tomorrow! I was thinking we would go to the park by your house since there are some nice trees over there. My sister is baking cookies tonight so I can bring some!”

“Oh, this is perfect timing,” Oikawa heard (Name)’s smile. “I bought groceries earlier because I wanted to make fruit sandwiches for us.”

“Wahh, really?! This is destiny, (Name)-chan! Fruit sandos are the perfect picnic food!” Oikawa’s energy was infectious. (Name) had never been on a picnic before— it wasn’t exactly the type of thing people did on their own —but Oikawa would make it exciting. “I’ll bring cookies, drinks, and the blanket, and you bring fruit sandos and your gorgeous self! I’ll stop by your house at noon, is that okay?”

“That’s perfect, I’m excited.” A lull in the conversation made (Name) think. “… Do you dress up for picnics?”

There was silence from Oikawa initially. He was lucky (Name) couldn’t see him, because his face was flushed red as he imagined a whole fashion show worth of cute outfits (Name) could wear. His favorites included a cute sun hat and the charm bracelet he got them for their birthday last year. 

Oikawa blurted out, “you look beautiful all the time!” Which wasn’t an answer to (Name)’s question, so he continued, “but, we can dress up! We’ll look really cute together and we can take pictures!”

The mention of photos brought (Name)’s gaze to the picture frame on their desk. For the millions of photos Oikawa had taken in their years together, the photo (Name) decided to showcase was one of the first they ever took together. They were first years and little more baby-faced, and Oikawa’s eyes sparkled as he pulled (Name) close with an arm around their waist. (Name) was much more awkward, a wary smile and slightly furrowed brows, but their gaze was warm on Oikawa rather than the camera. He had asked a few times why (Name) chose that photo, and all they said was that it embodied their relationship.

“We always need more pictures,” (Name) laughed. “I’ll dress up. I need to finish my homework and make the sandwiches, so I gotta go for now. See you tomorrow, Toru.”

“Bye bye! Remember to take breaks!” Oikawa never hung up first, and after a short pause, he could still hear some shuffling on (Name)’s end. “(Name)-chan?”

(Name) tugged on their phone charm. “… Love you, have a good night.”

Oikawa rolled around in his bed so much he almost accidentally hung up. (Name) could vaguely hear a muffled squeal. “I love you too, so much!”

“(Name)-chaaan~!”

Sunlight filtered through the trees and (Name) had to squint to see Oikawa waving at them from further down the sidewalk. He wore a pink sweater vest over a pastel blue button up, no doubt trying to match colors with the cherry blossoms and afternoon sky. 

(Name) smiled, closing their front door behind them. “Perfect timing, Toru. You look very handsome.”

“Of course I have perfect timing! It’s my job,” Oikawa smirked, sparkling in the afternoon sun. But he was distracted by the dazzling sight of (Name) in their picnic date outfit: a light and airy ensemble to enjoy the warmer weather. Mentally, he gave himself a pat on the back for guessing they would wear that white sun hat he saw on the floor of their closet. “(Name)-chan, you look beautiful!”

He couldn’t help but close the distance and pull (Name) into a tight hug, but the large container they carried forced him to settle into a side hug. “Hmm,” Oikawa hummed. He squeezed their shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss to their temple. “Seems like a pretty big container for some fruit sandos…”

(Name) leaned into his touch and let out a dry laugh. “It’s a little more than the fruit sandos. I just got excited to make food… Let’s go set up so you can see.”

The park was a short walk from (Name)’s house, and Oikawa grabbed the container from their arms before they had the chance to protest. He tucked it under his arm, opposite from the tote bag of stuff he brought, just so he could hold (Name)’s hand on their way there. 

Oikawa guided them to a very specific spot in the park; a cherry blossom tree a bit away from the path that (Name) liked to relax by sometimes. It had a perfect view of the park that Oikawa capitalized on when he spread out the gingham patterned blanket that his mother would probably be looking for soon.

He leaned over (Name)’s container with sparkling eyes, bumping the top of his head against (Name)’s. “What did you make~? I’m so excited.” Oikawa wasn’t a terrible cook by any means, but he avoided it when possible so he only had his sister’s cookies to bring. Everyone else in his life was a much better cook and he loved to mooch delicious meals off of them— (Name) in particular. The love they put into every meal was unmatched.

(Name) laughed like sunshine and took the lid off the container. “Fruit sandos, of course. And…” They pulled out two small bento boxes next to the sandwiches, showing them off to Oikawa with a subtle smile. “Octopus sausage with fried rice.”

Oikawa was starving, and among all the food, he decided that (Name) and their beautiful smile was the perfect meal. The bento box nearly fell from their hand when Oikawa swooped in for a kiss, his arm steadying the back of their head. He couldn’t help but smile against their lips as he pulled them closer, layering kiss after kiss until (Name) managed to break away long enough to get some words out.

“…We haven’t even eaten yet,” they said, and it sounded like a complaint but their eyes, shining, still focused on Oikawa’s lips.

He hummed in agreement, yet pulled (Name) back in for another kiss. (Name) melted in his arms, kissing back with their own fervor. They liked to think of themself as cautious and hesitant, but Oikawa made it easy to indulge. 

He encouraged it, in fact, because it meant that the partner of his dreams would kiss him shyly until they were out of breath.

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[cranes-menagerie]

DAREDEVIL BORN AGAIN LIVEBLOG, EPISODE 6: Excessive force(like what he did to that one guy's leg last episode)

"kinda look's like a swordsman"....no, don't tell me that Kate Bishop's step dad is in this

Muse's victim looks so sick, the blood tears on the eyes is a nice touch

Based Muse graffitti and all but like...he makes paint from blood, hence why he has victims...they're washing blood onto the streets

Matt's praying that's good, thought this series was missing some jebus

He's praying with Foggy's funeral card...

Fellas, is it gay to kiss your best friend's funeral card after praying for him?

Heather looking at the card like "sir, you're dating a therapist, you have so many unresolved issues"

Matt cheekily sending Heather on Frank is so fucking funny lmao

...can we have like a maws Clark and Lois dynamic with Heather and Matt?, that would be so cute

the sanitation worker just so casually going "oh right, its blood, the paint is made of human blood :)"

they are absolutely setting up Angela to take up the mantle of White Tiger after he uncle bit it

we're getting some more detective stuff, this kinda feels like if season 2 was all punisher focused and didn't shoehorn the hand, which is great because that storyline is the best part of said season

I hope we get more of Angela in a Champions type team, I would love to see her as White Tiger

Angela I love your gumption....what exactly do you expect a lawyer to do about this?

loving the Muse investigation, am I reading too far into it or is one of those the "Rabbit in a Snowstorm" painting Fisk got that was bloodied in season 3?

Fisk....horrible time to start laughing

It feels like Fisk is deploying some of his lessons he learned from dealing with Matt so many times which is a nice touch

....girl why would you approach Muse for a picture

not Fisk talking to Vanessa sounding like trump

GOD DAMN IT ZHE FRENCH MAN IS HERE

let him play with his swords Wilson

ok Jack can do what he wants, he's so cheeky threatening the guy who took someone's head off with a car door

Cherry you know so much better than to tell Matt not to do something.

god I love Muse as a character

Fisk and his taskforce is like Trump picking his cabinet picks lmfao

10 bucks says Cole North killed Hector, I'll bet even more that these guys would have blue lives matter flags

LET'S GO HES BACK IN THE SUIT

who gave Cuckpin an axe

"a simple tool can be a great equalizer" hah

IMAGINE IF MATT GAVE HIS HELMET GLOWING RED EYES

I love how much they mirror eachother

Angela absolutely knows.

[karineverse]

Hai!!! I'm Kane but you can call me Ink, Flavum or anything!! (I have a few other nicknames)

✨Credits: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4✨

🌱_ all pronouns & ke/ker

🌱_ speak eng🇺🇲 and ptbr🇧🇷

🌱_ aroace and nonbinary (questioning)

🌱_ Errorink and Drink my beloveds

🌱_ September 30 🎂🎈

🌱_ YouTube channel (for speedpaints)

🌱_ if ur an asshole you're getting blocked!!

mmmore stuff under the cut (I'm a yapper)

Main tags:

#kv art → art by yours truly

#kv random stuff → yapping about anything

#kv asks → answering asks you send me

#my human interpretations → my own beloved human versions of the sanses

#kane gets art → for when people draw my current main sona (if I get another one I might make a different tag)

🎀_ I'm so very awkward/shy but always open to talk!! (I love asks btw...)

🎀_ would love to try rp again (I'm still new to it)

🎀_ no reposting C'MON (we'll see if I'll change my mind)

🎀_ ask to use my art!! And credit plz!!!

🎀_ I'm very anxious and full of uncertainty, be nice please I'm trying my best to communicate!! ]:

🎀_ I love supporting other artists [:

🎀_ I might sound a lil agressive but it's bc Idk how else to express a strong feeling, so fuck you/aff

🎀_ I am in other fandoms (Dunmeshi, Omori, MadCom, Eizouken) but as you can tell I have a HUGE hyperfixation on Ink..

🎀_ I don't know how to do anything, I'm like an old lady just now learning about the internet... sowwy....

💥_ PLEASE don't fucking put me on discussions about proshippers idgaf I just wanna make pretty art (doesn't mean I'm not uncomfortable with those, but I don't want to hear about the list of proshippers you just made up) (and don't doxx/send dead threats to anyone please)

[lucariowrites]

Okay TailsTube. You have my fucking attention now.

https://x.com/sonic_hedgehog/status/1905273732375171221

Professor Tori is great. I like her, but that's secondary to everything. I heard them talking about the Great Civilizations. I'm about to nerd the hell out and be extremely hopeful.

The Ancients from Sonic Frontiers are now also known as "the First Great Civilization." On its own, this doesn't mean much, but will become important in a bit.

And the Gaians from Sonic Unleashed are now also known as "the Second Great Civilization." Still not the most important thing on its own, but there's a pattern emerging already.

Whoever is at the lore team is now trying to put together all these ancient civilizations we've thrown into Sonic's universe as the different "Great Civilizations." The first time we ever hear about these things is aaaaall the way back in Sonic Battle with best robot, Emerl, either being created by and/or causing the destruction of "the Fourth Great Civilization."

It should be noted that "four great civilizations" does have a parallel to a dubiously historical concept in the real world, but that's mainly to draw on inspiration as the two don't really line up between the game and real worlds.

That being said, who are the third and fourth in this case? The TailsTube does not mention them due to Orbot's insistence on being annoying, but we're basically out of ancient civilizations at this point save for two:

The Babylonians from Riders

The Echidnas

Thanks to some clarification on the Sonic Channel website, we know that the Babylonians arrived on Earth some time before the Echidnas almost went completely extinct. It does not give us an exact time, but the events are posited as being before then on the official timeline. While not outright confirmed, it's a reasonable assumption that the Babylonians would be "the Third Great Civilization" as well.

So who's the Fourth? We don't know yet, but there's three potential answers:

It's the Echidnas

This is the easiest answer and honestly fits pretty nicely into everything, though it does leave open the whole point that the Gizoid (Emerl) was made by the Echidnas which we'll get back to.

2. It's something we don't know yet

Sonic Team could very easily make a new ancient civilization for us to explore in the next game, and honestly I'd be down with that. Because in Sonic Battle, 4000 years ago does set it behind the Echidna Extinction Event comfortably by roughly 1000 years although that's mostly just an estimate. There very well could be a separate civilization going on at exactly the same time that Sonic Team could pull from thin air.

3. It's the Nocturnus

Okay, now hear me out. Chronicles was not written by Sonic Team; it was written by Bioware. But the guys at that specific team really liked Sonic in all of its incarnations and were probably the first to actually try to bring together multiple game histories explicitly into one story. The Fourth Great Civilization was made to be the Nocturnus, a rival clan the Knuckles Clan. They had weapons that were far ahead of their time (including the Gizoid) and that power is what drove Pachacamac to raid the Master Emerald shrine and ultimately cause his downfall. Something that gets played with a lot in the game, but that's for another time.

The problem is that Chronicles hasn't been canon for a very long time. Although it has other errors from what I've heard, what isn't erroneous from the Encylospeedia is that Chronicles is a non-canon adventure. However, with Sonic Team bringing back the concept of the Four Great Civilizations, they have the opportunity to do the funniest thing in the world and reintroduce that game as canon.

All in all, very exciting stuff lore wise and I'm usually not this pumped about it. Hope you enjoyed my ramblings and my enthusiasm.

[goldyluna]

You seem the most experienced so what’s your ultimate death game tier list?

Not sure if I would call myself experienced. I always find new things that I haven't heard about before! But here is my current list of death game media (as I don't really want to rate them all) in no particular order! Games: Your Turn To Die Zero escape series Exit/corners No-one has to die Danganronpa (I won't write them all) Slenderman The Final Prize Is Soup Among us Gnosia Fatal Twelve Quantum Suicide Exile Election

Books/novels: Battle Royale by Koushun Takami Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (all parts) Maze Runner by James Dasher (first book the most) The Long Walk by Stephen King Global Examination by Mu Su Li

Manga/manhwa/manhua: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Tomadochi Game Doubt by Yoshiki Tonagi Judge by Yoshiki Tonagi Sss class suicide hunter King's Game Your Turn To Die

Graphic novels: Geis/Curse of the Chosen

Movies: Hunger Games (all parts) Maze runner (first part the most) Escape Room (2019) Escape Room: Tournament of Champions (2021) Escape Room (2017) Cube (all parts) Saw (all parts) Circle Truth or Dare (2018) Would You Rather Nerve (2016) Ready or Not The Belko Experiment Kaiji: The Ultimate Gambler The Hunt

Tv shows: Alice in Borderland Squid game

Anime: Danganronpa King's Game Deadman Wonderland Battle in 5 second Darwin's Game Btooom! Tomodachi Game Sword Art Online Talentless Nana Death Parade High Rise Invasion Alice in Borderland Mirai Nikki Kaiji Alien Stage (I will leave it here as I don't know to what category it belongs lol)

I know there is more of... everything. But yeah, that's it for now! If anyone has any recommendation that aren't on the list, please, share with us :3

[egophiliac]

Hello! Could I ask how many chapters does the jp server currently have? I believe you're at the 12th part but I'm not sure. Part 7 came out in the eng server and the measly 16 chapters with no chapters within chapters destroyed me, so I'm trying to estimate how many we'll get when parts come out

yep, we're in the middle of 7-12 right now! they started splitting them up further starting with 11, so we got chapter 11 part 1, then chapter 11 part 2, and we're due chapter 12 part 2 (and maybe 3?) later this month. we've been getting them more regularly though, so it seems like they're switching to smaller but more frequent story drops!

I think Eng is following the same chapter breakdown as JP for these ones, and they've mostly been a decent length each IMO -- 9 was on the short side (two-person dorms go by so fast...) but we're getting nice little wrap-ups to the characters' arcs so I personally haven't felt, like, shortchanged or anything so far! it is SUPER hard being patient though (I'm lucky enough to be able to play it immediately and I'm still dying over here), so. ...I'm hoping the smaller drops help with that. :')

if you want the actual chapter numbers so far:

chapter 8 - 117-139

chapter 9 - 140-157

chapter 10 - 158-191

chapter 11 - 192-211 (part 1) / 212-226 (part 2)

chapter 12 - 227-244 (part 1)

(pretty sure these are correct, but if someone notices that they're off, please let me know!)

[monarchisms]

so this is the unintentional part two of that summary post i made with geoff talking about the end of achievement hunter. for this post, i'm going to try my best to sum up what michael, trevor, and joe (but not alfredo because he was sick at the time 😔) have said about what will happen in the future on the penultimate episode of off topic, #403. there won't be a transcript this time as i am busy with schoolwork and stuff, so i'll try to make this summary as filled with as much accurate information as i can to make up for it :)

so basically,

trevor starts off by saying they'll be doing the last of various series to wrap everything up. he also notes that some of these finales will be "more nostalgic"

one of the series finales that's up right now is vs episode #150: joe vs BK. the game they played is cooking mama!

after the series finale of off topic (#404 lol), the final AH video ever will be a let's play in the remastered version of burnout paradise, and the cast will consist of geoff, jack, trevor, and michael. this is a callback to the first ever AH video they did back in 2008, and it's already been filmed! trevor says it was more emotional then he thought it would be :')

michael explains that the video will essentially be a ~70-minute podcast. in it, they'll talk more about the end of achievement hunter, where the cast members have went/what they've all moved on to, and new projects that they'll working on. he also says that he thinks that people will call this video "cathartic" while comparing the vibe to their old gta v series, sunday driving

not as important, but michael said that he was mindlessly driving and turning in burnout paradise in the same way that he'd run and jump in minecraft because he "fucking hated" playing minecraft lmfao

as said before, they decided to close AH and start something new with dogbark instead of continuing like they used to. michael acknowledges that in the last few years, most of the crew had already left rt in some way or moved on to other stuff within the company, leaving just michael, trevor, alfredo, and joe as the most consistent on-screen talent by the end. *bonus bit that wasn't mentioned until later, but alongside these 4, jarren from the post team will be their channel manager for dogbark :)

as this group makes videos for dogbark, michael says that their stuff will be both "tonally different" and "very fluid" as they're still figuring it out as they go, noting that they were balancing it and AH/let's play content at the same time

michael also talks about how he's been doing what he's wanted to do at AH for a long time, but there were some things he still couldn't do within the constraints the AH crew had put on themselves

while there will be some gameplay stuff on the dogbark channel, as mentioned in this episode and the channel trailer, they will primarily focus on live action content. trevor makes a point by saying that the style/theme in the trailer will "not be pervasive throughout the entire brand", and michael adds on to that by saying the trailer "is at 100, but every video won't be at 100"

michael and trevor make a point by saying that there will be more variety, as in "a dozen little formats", not necessarily like the shows/series they made at AH, with joe saying that they're not trying to "tie themselves down" to strict uploads and such, like they were when they were previously fitting into a mold at AH

trevor says that he has seen achievement hunter, and rooster teeth as a whole, having a unique challenge ahead of them. he refers to making content that appeals to an audience who had been following them since the early days while trying to also find new faces, both out there in the audience and internally at the company, in order for AH to stay around

he also points out how difficult it is to do that with a long-standing brand that has had different eras of content, since there would be an audience with differing expectations for them. with that, it became hard for the AH crew to balance said expectations with the authenticity they tried to show in the content they created. the crew has changed as people alongside their audience, and the stress that came with it was challenging

michael stresses that the group not only chose to make a new channel completely, they also had to fight for it for a while, and wanted to slow down on AH content before properly closing/archiving the channel to create dogbark. beyond the struggles of creating something new from scratch, they now have the challenge of preparing the audience for the jump from AH to dogbark while thinking about all the pros and cons before going forward

this week (the week of september 18th) and next week (the week of september 25th) are the last weeks of new AH content. after that, there will be a 1 or 2-day break before dogbark properly starts making new content on october 2nd. trevor feels like people will get a better idea of what dogbark is after a month or two of them uploading content

finally (subject to change, of course), they want to aim for full uploads every monday and friday, with patreon-like exclusive videos with rt first every wednesday and saturday. one of the confirmed things to expect is a first-exclusive podcast. the first week dogbark officially starts, all that content will be public as a sample of what to expect, and every week after that will follow that schedule

[thanatologie]

honestly (i say, piggybacking off of @fatedvoyage's post) the fact that so many ships i've had through the years have started as a joke says some...interesting things about me, i guess.

buckytony wasn't a joke, necessarily, but i lost the steering wheel to the bus on that one pretty early on and it's been a [mumbled number of years] since that whole thing even started and they are, by far, my favorite, top tier ship for tony. i love them and their stupid inside jokes and their stupid little domestic life and their stupid little adventures.

a friend and i had a ship for tony and maccready (yes, that maccready) that started out as me testing a romance mod on a tony fo4 playthrough that led to several unfortunate ingame events (you ever try to romance a companion and get turned down because buddy-) that i got laughed at about until we weren't laughing anymore because it was like you know what and still has a special place in my heart umpteen years later just because it existed and was some juicy characterization digging and a...slightly unorthodox take on romance in the irradiated world.

emmrich and zevran, i...i honestly don't have any excuse for that one, i hate that it literally started out as me bullying dean about taking that old man to pound town on a playthrough and he picked zevran and now i hate myself for how much i kind of love?? them??? like i am legitimately mad about it. this was supposed to be for giggles to make fun of dean about, i wasn't supposed to sit here and rotate them in seriousness.

anyway, trip down memory lane to the gazebo we're standing in today listening to zevran's bad pick up lines aside, that's the thing, right. like the ships i still look back on most fondly (like maccready's rper no longer writes on tumblr, for example) or that i hold closest to my heart have a common element of like...we were joking until we weren't? or we tossed out the script (such as in buckytony's case) because the inmates were running the asylum, anyway, you know what i mean?

i do not, under any circumstances, set out to ship just to ship, it's just not my thing, but man when the blorbos click, or they click unexpectedly, that's just. 👌😩 there's a couple here that are starting to veer into that territory and i'm sitting here nose pressed to the window like SICKOS_yes_HAHA_YES.jpg over it all.

sometimes your blorbo points at the idiot blorbo you were making fun of and says that one, and you're stuck with those bad decisions until you gaslight yourself into looking at them as warm fuzzies, is what i'm saying.

[sennyside]

Feeling inspired today, so I decided to finally redesign my oldest OCs, as well as share them with the world! The ideal is to one day make an animated series, but that's far down the line lol

(details under the cutoff, picrew link & credits below that)

Sen

He/They

Aro/Ace

Theme: Space, particularly nebulae

He was originally a self-insert, but really grew to be his own character, separate from me. His can alter matter on the atomic level, as well as create portals, even to other dimensions. He also harbors a being known as Void within him, but I go into that here. Ask if you're interested, however! Quite broody, but fiercely cares for the ones he loves.

(his hair is normally lavender, though when he's particularly riled up, it reflects the cosmos)

Name: Cass

She/Her

Bi

Theme: The Sun

She's something of a sister to Sen, as they knew each other as kids, then grew up together after... Certain events. She enjoys exercising, and fighting in particular! Also somewhat of a tinkerer! She can conjure and control sunflame! Also, her left arm is supposed to be a prosthetic, but the picrew didn't have any, unfortunately. Very tomboyish and energetic!

Jordan

Genderfluid

Pan

Theme: Water

They have the ability to morph into and control water, so they tend to change their appearance pretty often (and yes, that's why they're genderfluid), but they usually only change their hair. They have a great love for animals, especially frogs and other amphibians. Very joyful and positive!

Olive

She/Her

Bi

Theme: Earth

Probably the least developed character at the moment. She can control the earth around her, and I might add plant related powers. She and Jordan end up together later on! Also pretty tomboyish, though not as much as Cass. Enjoys gardening!

13

They/Them

Aro/Ace

Theme: The Mind

They come in much later, and due to the specifics of the arc, become something of an adopted child/younger sibling to Sen. Their ability is a psychic power so potent, it can affect the senses, even doing harm to someone. They enjoy messing with people. Very laid-back.

Lunas

He/They (transmasc)

Pan

Theme: The Moon

Cass' biological older brother, and well as an older brother figure to Sen. He was the only one by their sides throughout the years of torturous experimentation, and the only other family they had.

May he rest in peace.

Nina (name pending (for like four years now))

She/Her

She's a child

Theme: Time

The group's adopted child, she is the most recent experiment performed by [redacted], she has the ability to manipulate the flow of time, though she cannot yet control it. She and Sen have a very close bond. She particularly enjoys drawing and dancing. Around most, she is very reserved and melancholy, though around her family, she is quite bright and bubbly.

Feel free to ask any questions! In fact, please do. I've had writer's block on this since like 2021 and I write pretty well when improvising. Please, they've been trapped in stasis for so long-

picrews and art credits!

main picrew: @drowninnoodles OCMaker. They have several, so I'd recommend looking them up. Incredible artist!

da child:

thanks for reading through this indulgent ramble! make sure to check out the artists!