#like yeah there is stuff going on but also. man.

[kxsagi]

hihi can i request how the media would react if they found out the bllk boys were married (itoshi brothers, kaiser, and whoever else you want)

ty, have a good day/night

“#𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬”

a/n: this is a whole new idea and i love it! also thank you, have a good day/night as well!!!

a/n #2: who let them get married (and how do i get that lucky) 

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito

itoshi rin

the world stops spinning when it leaks that rin married you. nobody can compute it. no one. 

he’s trending #1 globally with hashtags like #rinwifereveal #iceprincetaken. 

confused fans everywhere are asking the real questions: “how did he propose if he only speaks in death threats?” 

old clips of rin ignoring interviewers go viral again: “this man?? THIS MAN found a WIFE???” 

his agency posts a really dry statement like: “itoshi rin is married. he will continue his professional activities as usual.” 

the comments are gold – you getting praised like some mythological heroine: “if you married rin itoshi and lived to tell the tale, you deserve a national holiday.” 

when asked about you at a press conference, rin’s response is peak rin: “it’s none of your business.” 

but people notice he wears his wedding ring 24/7 and once smiled (barely) when someone said “your wife,” and fans LOST it. 

you are now officially worshiped as the woman who melted the glacier. 

itoshi sae

the media genuinely thinks it’s a typo when they find out sae married you. like itoshi sae??? able to love someone other than a soccer ball??? there’s no way he had the social skills for marriage. 

headlines are so petty: “itoshi sae ties the knot: sources unsure if he even likes people.” 

the sports tabloids zoom into old clips of him smirking mid-match like: “he must’ve been thinking about his wife 🫢” 

memes explode overnight: “you: babe, can you smile for the wedding pics? sae: raises one eyebrow slightly” 

your first public sighting together is chaotic. he’s pushing a grocery cart with a dead-eyed look while you’re happily picking snacks. 

paparazzi snap a blurry photo, and boom: “breaking: itoshi sae domesticated.” 

he literally never posts you (for privacy reasons), but when you post a picture of him cuddling you while half-asleep, fans combust: “WAIT he’s a softie for her ONLY???? iconic behavior.” 

kaiser michael

he announces your marriage like a mic drop. the german media especially loses their minds. 

posts a wedding photo with you on instagram, captioned: “still undefeated. married the hottest woman alive.” 

media outlets around the world are scrambling to write articles fast enough. 

magazines call you "the only trophy kaiser cares about.” 

he does interviews where he says stuff like: “yeah, she’s my best win yet.” 

every fan either: 1) cries about losing their delusions, or 2) makes memes of you carrying kaiser bridal-style after his matches. 

during games, opponents will yell at him: “your wife’s watching, pretty boy!” 

and kaiser just smirks, scores, and points to you in the stands like he’s in a movie. 

you literally make him even cockier. he’s insufferable. but also hot about it. 

isagi yoichi

the media basically short-circuits when they find out you’re married to him. like, nice boy next door isagi? married already??? 

they treat it like a scandal: “in today’s shocking development, yoichi isagi – japan’s golden boy – is officially off the market. hearts across the world have shattered.” 

twitter is in absolute shambles: “NO WAY isagi’s MARRIED. i thought he was married to FOOTBALL 😭” 

and you? you’re just living your best life, chilling while isagi is out here holding your hand proudly at press events like you’re his MVP. 

he’s answering interviews all starry-eyed: “yeah! i love my wife! she’s the real reason i win games.” 

you even get your own nickname in the press: "japan’s first lady of football.” 

whenever you post a picture together, comments are like: “she’s the real endgame. we lost, but we lost to a queen 😭👑”

bachira meguru

everyone immediately falls in love with you, too. like, duh. you’re the perfect match for chaotic sunshine incarnate. 

bachira’s announcement? just a pic of you both wearing matching crocs, captioned: “leveled up 💍🎮💖” 

every comment is crying about how cute it is. 

fans imagine the proposal like: “if i score 3 goals today, will you marry me? 😜” 

he makes finger hearts at you from the field. sometimes he even dabs after scoring because you dared him to. 

sports anchors have to explain “dab celebrations” on national TV now because of you two. 

people call you “his player 2” and it’s so iconic that a brand tries to sponsor you both for matching gamer jerseys. 

mikage reo

the media is CONVINCED it was some sort of billionaire merger. tabloids lose their minds speculating about your “secret heiress” identity. 

but really? you’re just you. you married reo because he’s a clingy, golden retriever boy that genuinely loves you and treats you well. 

he’s so defensive about it in interviews: “it’s not about money!! she’s literally perfect, end of discussion.” 

still, fans are clowning: “reo mikage gave up his entire inheritance for his wife. love wins 😭” 

reo keeps trying to pretend your life together is “normal” but then slips up like: “yeah, we took the jet to brunch lol.” 

you constantly remind him not to flex, but it’s a losing battle. he just loves spoiling you too much. 

he wears his wedding ring loudly like it’s a flex on single people. 

nagi seishiro

no one is surprised. like, yeah. obviously nagi would get married to his first love. 

he reposts a wedding pic you posted because he can’t be bothered making his own announcement. 

interviewers ask, “what made you want to settle down?” and he goes: “she’s comfy. i love her.” 

fans sob at the simplicity: “nagi just EXISTED and found true love while i’m out here struggling 😭” 

you are considered the ultimate cozy queen by the fanbase. 

nagi refers to you as “home” and it’s so casually romantic that everyone melts. 

he basically just plays games, cuddles you, and naps, living the dream. 

karasu tabito

he trolls the entire internet with your marriage reveal. 

he posts: “sorry ladies, taken for life 💍🤪” with the hashtag #wifedup. 

every comment is roasting him: “you????? married?????? how???”

no one believes him. not until you both post matching wedding rings with the caption: “teamwork makes the dream work 🫶” 

sports reporters really don't know if it’s real or just karasu being karasu. 

but it doesn’t change the fact that you and karasu become an iconic couple overnight. 

karasu’s new favorite hobby is pretending to be a “wife guy” on twitter for clout. like he’ll fake cry on twitter about missing “the single life” while literally posting pictures of you two cuddling under captions like: “can’t go out tonight, gotta watch kdramas with my wife 💔” 

fans call you "the MVP who finally fouled karasu’s heart.” 

somehow you two are both chaotic and goals at the same time. 

though media outlets are still confused whether to take him seriously because karasu’s like a walking clickbait article: “is he joking? is he not? find out on the next episode of karasu being karasu.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[muqingslover]

I just wanted to ask you (since I saw this prompt before and I wanted to hear your take on it), in a Cherry Magic AU setting, MC can hear the thoughts of the lads men. Who do you think would have the most unhinged train of thoughts/ stream of consciousness?

I just have a feeling that Zayne would be the most surprising/unhinged since he's so calm and collected, even cold on the outside, so he has to keep a lot inside. (Or maybe I'm just biased because I'm a Zayne girlie and he's my pookie)

I absolutely love the way you write! The flow is so nice and easy to follow. Overall, it's relaxing and entertaining to read what you write!!

[ AAA THANK YOU SM FOR THE KIND FEEDBACK! it means everything to me I'm so so so glad you enjoy it! 💕🫂 I actually didn't know what Cherry Magic was but omg?! it's so cute!? I just had to do this! ]

Coming in hot in first place we have the IT boy himself.

His thoughts are not technically unhinged as they are just OVERWHELMING.

You would be having lunch and Caleb's sitting across of you like 😊 while his mind is filled with so much stuff.

'Their lips are a bit redder today...Is it because of the spice? I should tone it down next time, oh but they look so cute like that. Their eyes are all watery it's so damn cute, so cute so, so so cute— Huh? They're staring? Oh *I* am the one that's staring. Look away look away, yeah, alright, smooth.'

His thoughts are extremely noisy all. the. time. It's pretty much about everything, but especially you.

I also feel like he repeats a lot of words regarding you like he'd immediately go 'Cute, cute, cute cute cute—' when you laugh at what he said or have an internal panic if you did something to tease him 'Too close oh god— They're close, close, close, too damn close— I can feel their body warmth—'

CATCH HIS LYING ASS POOKIES, I mean ahem.

Guys this man will have the most innocent smile on his face when he claims he'd never do something and when you take a peek inside his thoughts he is most definitely thinking about doing it.

"I have no reason to steal your clothes. C'mon now pipsqueak— Yes, yes, I pinky promise I'm not messing with you this time."

'Shit shit shit shit shit. I didn't have time to wash it yet— Why are they doing laundry today anyway? They usually only do it on Friday nights.'

Second place belongs to none other than to the neighborhood freak.

Now Xavier is a mix of absolutely empty no thoughts at all to freaky ahh stuff.

He will have a nonchalant face but his thoughts? oh dear lord.

"My throat feels a bit sore because of the weather recently."

"Let's buy some cough drops for you on our way back."

'I wonder if I can still do it tonight...I wouldn't want them to hurt their throat more. Oh. If I cover their mouth shouldn't it be fine? What should I use...Wait, I should ask them later about it...........I wonder if they'll sit on my face again.....that was nice..........Kinda sleepy.'

He is also the only one of the crew that is not particularly embarrassed, freaked out or even worried that you can read his thoughts.

If anything, Xavier believes it makes communication a whole lot easier. Sometimes he's so tired that even speaking takes a lot of energy from him so being able to tell you what he wants just by touching you is an advantage.

Yes, he will absolutely think about freaky things on purpose only to see your face turning red.

I think fishie takes third place.

#Meangirl alert. /hj

Rather than it being about you it's more about his brutal honesty in general. Lord have mercy when he is grading projects from his classes.

Rafayel is someone that calculates his words (and actions) A LOT, which means this is a nightmare for him. He doesn't want you to see past the fun, sassy persona he shows you.

Especially if the subject about his past came up because then things could get real ugly, real quick.

"I would never hurt you like that, Raf."

'...That sounds like a cruel joke. You don't know that. You don't know anything about me. About us. How is this fair? How can I tell you about what you did— About what *I* had to do when you look at me like that?'

"...I know. I trust you."

You would also realize he is actually a lot more apathetic towards others than expected. The humans' opinions/ problems are simply not something he can bring himself to genuinely care about unless they affect him or you directly.

Lastly, he hums and sings A LOT in his head. Usually they're very old, beautiful songs from his homeland and it's really nice to tune in his private radio station.

Maybe controversial but this man's thoughts are clean as a whistle.

Unless he is actively doing something sexual Sylus is not thinking about anything remotely dirty.

Personally I believe his mind is quiet in general. He has an internal "To-do list" and that's what you will hear for most of the time.

'Oh, their water bottle is cracked. I should get them a new one soon. The twins' new jackets are being delivered today, that's good. It's getting colder already I don't want them to get sick again. The new supplies will need my signature so I must return before the sunrise. Tomorrow the new restaurant they mentioned opens, I'll make sure to ask them for dinner. '

On the other hand, his thoughts can also be quite vulnerable and insecure towards your relationship with him.

Almost every night when he holds you in his arms you will hear him think 'Please stay with me.' and he sounds so genuinely afraid.

You will also hear him think a looooot of 'I love you' during the day at random times. He's just a large, lovestruck puppy looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

The calmest thoughts but the cutest of all of the boys.

Like, you don't understand he's sooo damn cute.

Zayne may look like he'd rather be anywhere else but here and then you touch him and what you get is

'...I wish I had gotten the limited cat keychain from the cafe. Perhaps they'll rerun it next spring. I'll take them with me then........We could get matching ones....Well, if they agree to go with me. Or I could bring it to them as a gift, that would be nice too.'

Another one that has an mental "To-do list". During work hours he's extremely focused and his thoughts rarely, if ever, stray from what he's doing.

When with you his mind is calm (unless you're teasing this poor man because then his mind is going into OVERDRIVE.) and his internal comments are suuuuper soft and loving.

'Their hair is styled today...it looks really nice. Should I tell them? ....No, it's best not to. Hm....Oh, right. I have some leftover candy from my appointments today, I'll give them some instead.'

10/10 experience guarantee.

[gatorbites-imagines]

lmao I feel like Scott would be a new level of crazy if he was yandere. Especially if his darling was someone who genuinely liked him, either romantically or platonically, or respected him as a person and a leader/ defending him when the team starts to gives him shit. The levels of obsession and possession would be astronomical.

Yandere Scott Summers x male reader 

Headcanons 

I love Scott summers, so much, get this guy in my life and in my bed. 

I think any x-man being yandere could be so damn lethal, or just any hero, villain or vigilante in general. Especially if you are weaker than them. 

Scott would be so damn much too. He is a lot in general when it comes to wanting to be on top of things, be prepared and be in control, add him being yandere on top of that and you would have no free time, social life, or freedom. 

I don't think he would hurt his darling, at least not on purpose. He wouldn't break bones or remove limbs like some yanderes would, but this guy would tear you down in other ways. 

Would instead tear you down with “logic”, aka how he sees things. And its so well thought out and worded that you will start questioning everything, or he's so intense and repetitive that you start thinking maybe he's right. 

Scott seems like the kinda yandere who would be aware of how toxic and extreme he's being, and he would try to suppress it for as long as possible. Would go out of his way to try and force himself to stop feeling and thinking these things, but it ends up just making him worse. 

He would start out just getting a little more intense in your training, because you need to be able to protect yourself. This ends up messing with your confidence and belief in yourself cuz he can be so judgmental and intense that nothing you do feels like its good enough. 

Then it becomes him keeping an eye on you at all times, everything you do, everything you say, anything that might hurt you. He starts not allowing you to keep any secrets of privacy, he needs to know it all to protect you. 

Evolves into him getting a tracker in you somehow, or some kinda mind bond if possible. Starts deciding your gear, what you wear, what you do. 

Probably even kicks you out of the x-men for “your safety” and will squirrel you away somewhere else to keep you safe and under his control and attention. 

During all of this he is still aware of how wrong what he's doing is, but I can see him just coming to accept it whilst still feeling ashamed about it. He just can't lose you, even if you keep rejecting him and Scott knows it's all wrong to keep you here and take your freedom away. 

Scott would become even more unstable as things go on, as everything starts falling apart, and as he kinda radicalizes about everything. Him clashing with other x-men and all that leads to him searching you out for comfort more and more. 

If you still have resistance in you, then this period would be your best option to get out since he's vulnerable and unsteady in himself and his place. You might even be able to manipulate him in return. 

But it might also lead to Scott becoming even more obsessive and possessive, since you are one of the few things he has control over or knows what to expect. 

This is also the period where he might become more aggressive if things aren't going well, so yeah, you can manipulate him, but he's volatile and can snap. It always breaks him afterwards though, and he feels even worse. 

All the anti-mutant stuff becoming even bigger also makes Scott kinda rabid in his protective tendencies, cuz its assumed you would be a mutant too if he was your leader 

Depending on how long you've been under his “custody” and how much he trusts you, you might become part of his whole team. Much to the shock of the new x-men team, cuz they wouldn't have heard from you in a long time. 

It could be pretty interesting if you started copying Scotts actions back at him, becoming just as possessive and obsessive, just as jealous and over the top, after being under his attention for who knows how long. 

Real toxic relationship between you two, and you both know how bad it is, but there's no stopping this ride baby. Not before it crashes. 

[ronearoundblindly]

Pampered

Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Alpine!Reader (platonic Bucky Barnes x reader)

Summary: A stranger comes by while Bucky is stuck on a mission longer than expected. Your friend's friend is...uh...really hot.

part of Companion Animal (see previous or series)

Warning for shameless enjoyment of cat behavior designed to mess with Steve, probably puns (many, many puns), thirsty thots, and fluff. Steve's just a sorta-clueless good guy. So...no warnings. WC 992

The sound of the key wakes you from a nap in the sunny sliver on the bed.

Normally, Bucky says he’s home when he returns, but all that follows the door clicking shut is “what’s this mess?”

No more words after, only the crinkling of plastic, foil, and cardboard as whoever came in cleans up your mess. Bucky has been gone for almost three days, and since you can’t figure out how to make yourself change back, you chewed through various packaged foods and snacks. You’re fine because this little form needs very little sustenance, but the intruder…doesn’t agree.

“Rascal” rumbles deeply down the hall.

You jump down as quietly as you can and peek toward the kitchen.

Enormous, broad shoulders are visible over the island countertop, and a perky, round bum angles to and fro as he gathers the last bits of trash.

The man straightens after shoving it all into the bin. He’s…he’s…he’s really handsome.

“Hey, kitty—I mean, Alpine, right? Hi, Alpine,” his soft, unfamiliar voice calls down the length of the apartment, “I’m Steve.”

Who the hell is ‘Steve?’ 

You shift so that only one of your eyes is visible to the newcomer.

“Bucky’s friend,” he adds, immediately muttering, “which she can’t understand, you idiot…” Steve begins searching the lower cabinets and finds the crap cans of cat food Bucky squirreled away after you refused to eat them.

“You’re either very hungry—or perhaps not hungry at all based on the stuff you ruined.”

This ’Steve’ is not a cat person. The big, blond man, bigger than even Bucky, fills your bowl and walks it over to you.

With each step forward, you bend lower in suspicion, but he doesn’t really notice before unceremoniously placing it in the doorway and continuing to the bathroom.

You’re not eating that, so you follow until he turns, looks confused, and shuts you out.

Gross. Unacceptable. You miss having thumbs.

If he’s going to bother at all, he’s damn well going to use those meaty arms to open you a can of the human stuff—the real food Bucky learned to feed you on day one.

You slap your bowl until it upends, trot into the kitchenette, and hop on the counter beneath the correct cabinet.

“Alpine,” you hear Steve shout from the bathroom, “what was that?”

Despite his annoyed grunt once he finishes and sees the spill, you paw repeatedly at the cabinet, crying in urgency because it seems to be the only thing he’ll respond to: pathetic guilt. You also come face-to-face with not just a handsome man, but possibly the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and lose time staring into his sky blue eyes.

“No,” Steve says, knocking you out of your daze. “Get down.”

You growl when he shoos you off.

After a half-minute standoff, Steve caves, sighing in defeat.

“Buck always said he’d spoil a girl rotten…” 

Well, you, sir, are cute, distant, and awkward. So there.

He starts to leave the kitchen, so you plant yourself in front of him.

“Babygirl,” Steve snaps, making you preen slightly at his tone, “I gotta get your bowl, or you get nothing, okay?”

Oh, yeah. I guess he does, you think with an indignant chirp, sitting by your bone-dry water bowl while he shuffles around, griping about wiping up the floor yet again.

You lick at the food only as long as it takes him to refill the water, and then you run over to the first potted plant, screeching. He’s making his way to the front door without noticing.

He hisses at himself. “Good call. I almost forgot.”

No one knows you can pull the tap to drink out of it like a fountain, but you have no way of transferring some water to the plants. Watching them wither has been the most motivation so far to attempt transforming back to a human, a problem you no longer have to worry about now that Steve is here.

“Buck got delayed,” he explains, “probably just another day or so. He’s mentioned figuring out a doggy-door situation for you, but apparently that’s a non-starter for the building. I guess…Guess you’re stuck with me coming by on occasion.” Steve rambles as he moves from pot to pot.

You stay at his heel, craning your neck to watch him gently tip the watering can repeatedly, a few veins pulsing along his thick forearm as he does so.

When he’s done, you sit in the middle of the hall, watching him gather his stuff and slide on his shoes.

“Eat, babygirl,” Steve encourages as he leaves.

You simply stare and shift on your paws expectantly.

He frowns. “Buck is coming home. I promise. He’ll be back soon.”

But Steve doesn’t continue to shut the door. His hand is just frozen there while he eyes you.

Then he gives in, comes inside again, and bends down to pat your head. It’s the first time he’s touched you.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay.” Steve squats down, a sad smile stretched over his face. “What do you want, huh? You want company? You been alone too long?”

Yes.

You press into his hand and slowly blink.

“Alright, alright—“ he stalks over to the couch and sits, relaxing finally “—I’ll stay a while.”

Steve waits for you to settle beside him, curling against his firm thigh before he rubs down your back in a steady rhythm. You’re sure to purr loudly and respond to his continued chatting with merps and meeps. You can tell he's stressed like Bucky was when you first met, but as the minutes become an hour or more, the tension melts away. Steve seems to forget about everything else until his phone rings.

When he’s almost closed the door, Steve peeks one of his eyes around to see you standing patiently.

“Be a good girl for me and eat, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

Yes, Steve, I will.

[Next Part: 'Babygirl']

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[edwardteachswombtattoo]

Look. I'm a grown ass adult. I don't give two fucks about shipping discourse unless somebody is being racist. Multiple somebodies usually. Do whatever you want forever, yeah. But don't be racist. Easy squeezy.

That being said, I've been in fandom spaces since I was a teen. And one thing I just don't get is this...evolution of fanon/shipping culture? Where people need to have their ships/fanon validated by canon or the creators? Like? Am I just old? Have I aged out of fandom spaces by simply being old enough to remember when nobody cared about that stuff?

Not saying fandoms haven't always been hellish. But needing validation from the creators for your weird fanon and ships? Really? Getting mad at the creators for not making your ship canon, as if that makes a difference?

I'm gonna use a controversial example of what I mean.

I've never read or written a fic where Stede is bisexual and/or any Zheng/Stede or Jackie/Stede or Anne/Stede whatever fics. I also don't particularly care what you do with Stede in your fics or your art and I'm too damn queer to care if you're writing a fic where a gay man fucks a woman. Please read "The Leather Daddy and the Femme" if you can get your hands on it. As long as you realize Stede isn't bi in canon ('cause he's not) who cares? I fr don't give a shit if you want to write about Stede getting freaky with Zheng or Jackie or Anne. Honestly? I get it. You want to write about hot people fucking. Get off Go off king. Just tag your stuff, alright?

All this to say, maybe I'm an old fart, but I don't understand why so many people in fandoms need their ship or fanon or whatever to be canon. Or why so many people in fandoms treat their fanon/ships as canon when they aren't/can't be? Gonna be real, all this "Izzy is Ed's true soulmate!" and "The ending of Season 2 was actually super sad and Ed will never get over Izzy's death!" and the people who were legit angry Steddyhands wasn't endgame and the self-proclaimed "EdIzzy truthers" who collect every scrap of validation they can get from (often out of context) clips and interview snippets from Con? I just...don't get it. Truly.

Shipping culture is just...exhausting.

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman gives a good example as to why he has the contingency plans he has to the Justice League. This isn't hate to any of the heroes in this either. I love the JLA, but after reading many of these comics and watching the shows I can see why Batman has these plans, prep times and slight paranoia of those he sees as friends or associates. Also I'm a big fan of Aquaman too so... Fair warning there's some Aquaman praise in this.

Batman turned his back on the Justice League members who were scolding him, their voices rising as they told him to get rid of his contingency plans or at least make them less brutal. Ignoring their protests, he whistled sharply, the sound cutting through the tension in the room.

With that, he strode purposefully toward the window in the JLA meeting room, determination in his step.

Batman: You know, when four of you got Jokerized and attacked me, I was recovering from fear toxin. That made things even worse that day.

Batman went silent for a second, the other members backing away until only Superman, Flash, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman remained front and center.

Batman: I don't like having to fight you, but I almost died that day. I actually feared some of you, and that’s saying a lot since I rarely take you seriously. You were in hospital beds for two weeks, wearing those sick, twisted smiles and completely unmoving. I could've been killed if I didn't have my plans. You could've died yourself from the Joker toxin and God knows the damage you four could do to your own cities.

Batman cracked his neck and took a deep breath. Wonder Woman looked down at the floor, ashamed. Flash frowned, his shoulders slumping. Superman struggled to find the right words, and Aquaman felt the same weight of the moment.

Batman: I have these plans so you don't kill me. I have these plans so you don't kill the people in your cities. I have these plans to protect everyone on Earth! I want to not have them and I do see you as... friends... Associates.. colleagues to a degree, but you haven't given me a good reason to put my life on the line for any of you.

No one spoke for a few seconds. Superman cleared his throat hopeful what he said wouldn't sound bad.

Superman: I mean if you could just make them less intense.

Green Lantern (John): Man, that was actually the worst thing you could've said.

Batman turned to face the group, his expression neutral, but the fury inside him was boiling over. He was at his breaking point, the metaphorical water slipping from the pot. While he regretted having to raise his voice, he felt he had no other choice.

Batman (shouting): I am a Justice League member and I will work with you, but if you don't stop pestering me about my contingency plans, I will go insane and I am taking you all with me!

Most of the Justice League: …

Batman: If the next person who talks says something that I find even a little irritating and makes me have those insane people's thoughts, I'm taking away every single vending machine in this building as well!

Aquaman: Hey, just speaking for the group here, but you seem to be going through some stuff and we're exacerbating that frustration. You're still mad at some of us for getting Jokerized and attacking you.

Batman: Which led to me contemplating death more and losing my memory.

Aquaman: Yeah, we said some rude things.

Batman (deadpan tone): Wonder Woman said she always hated me.

Wonder Woman: I wasn't in my right mind.

Batman: Superman talked like Bizarro and almost killed me.

Superman: I am really sorry about that, buddy.

Batman (glaring at the speedster): Flash… go to hell, Barry.

Flash (saddened): How come mine wasn't descriptive?

Batman (to Aquaman): And you ... I actually find you pleasant when you're not insane so I'm not that mad.

Wonder Woman: Why did that wound me?

Aquaman: While I appreciate that, you have every right to not trust us for a while. You saved us and kept us safe while we got better. I can't believe what I'm about to say... Batman, after what I went through, I get why you have those plans.

Batman: You do?

JLA members: You do?

Aquaman: I do now. Batman, first, thank you for saving us after we went Joker levels of insane. I'm sorry for attacking you and all the awful things I said which weren't true. The others are sorry as well.

Batman: You're forgiven, I wasn't mad at any of you since you weren't in your right mind that day, but my contingencies are what I keep for a reason.

Aquaman: I don't blame you, they came in handy; you got us an antidote before we got worse and although my face hurts from smiling that much, I'm glad that I'm better now. If it weren't for your incredible paranoia and quick thinking, I wouldn't be back with Mera and my son. For that, I am eternally grateful and again deeply apologize for dismissing your plans earlier.

Batman blinked, crossing his arms, secretly relieved to hear this, even if he did get called paranoid. That paranoia had helped him in the past.

Everyone else stared at Aquaman, some at how charming he was, the others annoyed he was siding with Batman. Superman was just jealous.

Wonder Woman: I often forget you're a king until you start talking like that. Impressive.

Aquaman: I'll take that as a compliment. Batman, if we hold back on criticizing most of your contingencies can you give us a tenth chance?

Batman closed his eyes, mentally debating what to say next.

Batman (clearing his throat): Apology accepted, Arthur. Thank you for understanding my plans. I can find it in my heart to give you all a hundred and twentieth chance. But don't mess it up.

The JLA members nodded, voicing their gratitude for the second chance. Batman sighed, feeling a headache forming.

Aquaman: Alright, thanks. Now, will I see you for movie night this Friday?

Superman: Movie night?

Batman: Yeah, I don't find you nearly as annoying as everyone else. Especially Hal.

Hal Jordan: I didn't even say anything! And I didn't even attack you!

Superman: You don't find him nearly as annoying as everyone else? I'm not included in that am I?

Batman: Most of the time.

Batman walked past the group, heading out the building.

Superman: Most... Most of the time? Okay I can accept that, but look at him! He looks like a surfer dude! No offense Aquaman.

Aquaman: That's not an insult to me, thanks for the compliment.

Flash: Hm, I see it now.

[sweetbillwriting]

Only The Road Ahead

Chapter 1

Description: With many obstacles against him, Eddie Barrish has found himself fighting hard to get his life together and be a good father, but bad decisions and lies will always come for you, even if you look forward.

Character: AU Eddie Barrish, played by Bill Skarsgård in the movie Locked (2025). His daughter, Sarah, also has a part in the story.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: New story! This one will also be a long one. Like many others, I fell in love with Eddie, and I hope I do him justice. It has heavy themes and isn't a story for everyone.

“Of course I want to get shitfaced!” Eddie laughed loudly with his phone pressed against his ear. He walked around in only his boxers. Tight, purple ones with an elastic in neon yellow. His skin was golden from hours under the sun on his building's roof, and silly tattoos dotted his skin. He dragged a big, tattooed hand through his bleached hair while laughing with his friend Damian and scratched his scalp lightly, itchy from some days of grease.

“No, no, it will not be any problem. I got a paycheck a few days ago, so it will not be a problem… I think I can even buy you a drink. A cheap drink,” he joked while opening the fridge. It was painfully empty even if he got 400 dollars on his account just two days ago. Having things in his fridge was never a priority; it was just when his daughter was there he would have bread, peanut butter, and jelly at home, but she hadn't been there for a few weeks. It was what he could cook. He took out a bottle of water and a box of cereal from the cabinet and ate them dry right out of the package. 

“Ehh… Can't we be at your place?” Eddie looked around in his apartment. You may believe his apartment was too messy, too dirty, or too small to take guests, but no, he wasn't that sort of guy. His apartment was small, but it was tidy and clean from stuff. He was not a collector, not a person who liked things lying around, especially not when his daughter was there. He liked it clean and simple; he just didn't want the guys to mess it up. 

“I haven't cleaned for weeks; it looks like fuck here. Yeah, literally!” He laughed and corrected his cock in his boxers. He sighed and dragged his hand over his face, unbothered that he just had it down by his unshaven balls. 

“Nice, man. Awesome. I'll buy you a Big Mac or something!” 

When Eddie had hung up, he sat down on his dark blue couch and shook out the round cereal flakes down into his mouth skillfully and flushed them down with the water. He needed to go out a bit; he had had too many days just at home, scrolling through social media and reading depressing news articles. He needed to get drunk and maybe pop a little colorful pill just to make the night even more colorful. He stretched out on the couch. Right then and there he didn't need to stress because the clock was just one, and the only thing he needed to do before going to Damian's was to take a run, buy some beer, take a shower, and then stop by McDonald's on his way down there. He could watch a series if he still had Netflix; the payment had maybe not gone through, or he could take a nap. He moved his pillow and cover to the couch and made himself comfortable. He didn't even start Netflix before he had made up his mind. A nap sounded nice. He slept four minutes later. 

××× 

“What the fuck, I don't owe you a burger! What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie almost screamed out through his laugh to Arif. He had just thrown a wrapped burger to Damian from the McDonald's bag which made all the other three men look at the burger in jealousy. 

“Buy your own; it's just on the corner! For fuck's sake.” Eddie rolled his eyes, but Arif smirked.

“You don't remember you owe me 50 bucks from the night at Basement?” 

Eddie looked at him with big eyes and with his plump lower lip hanging. Some of the others laughed too. Eddie looked around at them and then threw one of his three cheeseburgers hard into Arif’s chest.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” 

None of them were rich, but Eddie was the only one of them who didn't have a steady income. He lived day by day and would sometimes have less than he thought, then the next week he’d have more and act like he had won the lottery. He wasn't stupid in any way, but he could never decide what to do with his life and what fights were worthy to take. He had been fired from the auto shop because he thought it was a good idea to fight about the fact that the boss ate while they worked while the others didn't get to do that. He realized after it had not been worth the fight at all when he once again stood without a job. 

“I saw Cassidy yesterday. Cassidy Lawson! You know, from high school?” Said Damian mostly to Eddie and Kai, who had been friends since kindergarten. Arif and Ricky had become a part of their little group through Damian, who worked with them in the town’s battery industry. Kai worked with cars, just like Eddie had, but at a service point for the town’s buses. 

“Cassidy?” Eddie looked up at Damian from his bag of fries with big eyes. His eyes were always big, though, but now they were at their widest point, looking more and more like two pool balls. 

“Yeah, she's in town, doing a job for the magazine she works for. She's fine as fuck!” 

Eddie threw the bag of fries on the coffee table, glided down in the orange armchair he sat in, and took up his phone from the front pocket of his light blue jeans. Instagram. Instagram. Instagram. He looked at Instagram too much and tried to stop, but now it was important. Shit, fucking Cassidy Lawson. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Eddie could see the movement of Damian's tattooed arm before he snatched his phone from his hand. 

“Hey!” Eddie screamed back and sat up in the chair. “What the fuck are you doing, man?” 

Damian held his phone to his chest and looked at Eddie seriously. 

“I saw her first.” 

“What? What the fuck? No, you didn't! I wanted to fuck her already in high school!” 

“Me too!” 

“Fuck, you didn't! You didn't want to be close to anyone in the debate club! You just looked at cheerleaders and the slutty ones!” 

Damian looked at Eddie, annoyed at first, but then smirked.

“Sure, okay, but I saw her first now!” 

Eddie scoffed and stood up trying to take his phone from Damian, but Kai interrupted them with a loud voice. 

“Here she is! Cassidy Lawson! Journalist!” 

Eddie reacted at once, steering his eyes toward Kai, where he held up his phone with the girl in a baby blue bikini. Damian tried to stop that, but Eddie, with his long limbs, succeeded in snatching Kai's phone and looked at the girl with big eyes. She was hot. She had been cute and innocent-looking in high school, but now she looked like a beautiful, sexy woman. He clicked her profile pic decorated with a rainbow circle around it and got a loud protest from Kai, but he didn't care. The story was just from 35 minutes ago and filmed at one of the city's trendier bars—Opaline Bar. He had never been there; it was not really in his budget, but Cassidy Lawson was there. His eyes had been so wet looking at her in school. It was many times his sixteen-year-old self had become hard just by looking at her walk through the school’s hallways. 

“Opaline…” 

“We are not going there, Eddie! They will not even let us in!” Kai said and pointed to his face. The tattoo over his eyebrow saying “salty” made it hard for him to enter some places. 

“You can wait outside,” said Eddie with a smirk. “Just… please?” He said pleadingly to all of them. Arif sighed and rolled his eyes towards the other men. 

“Fine!” Said Damian. “Her friend looked hot. Let's check it out,” he said with a smirk when Eddie shined up in a dopey smile. 

××× 

Eddie and the other guys never thought it would be that easy to get an entrance to Opaline Bar. Kai didn't even need to try to cover up his tattoo. The only thing was that the entrance fee was 40 dollars, something Damian and Arif weren't prepared to pay. Kai and Ricky thought it could be an experience, though, especially when they saw the classy girls in high pumps. Walking home with such a girl would be a win. 

Eddie didn't really look at the other girls; he just scrolled through Cassidy's Instagram. She looked like that perfect girl next door and seemed intelligent with her book reviews and economical articles. She seemed to be something more than most girls around him. He put his phone in his jeans pocket when they were by the wardrobe. He didn't pull off his hoodie, though. Maybe it was smart to hide some of his etch-a-sketch looking tattoos in that environment. 

It was quite obvious to all three of them that none of them felt at home in the place before them. The walls had old-looking murals, and the furniture was all golden chrome and printed silk. Some low tables had big puffy pillows with tassels to sit on. It kind of looked like a modern harem minus the half-naked girls, to the boys disappointment. 

“I can get us something to drink… You can find a table… With chairs,” said Eddie, looking around. He was a bit affected by the beers he had been drinking at Damian's, so the 400 dollars, or now the 310 dollars he had in his account, felt like much more. 

The others were just pleased with getting a free drink and looking around at the well-dressed people and colorful drinks in their hands. 

Doubtfully Eddie placed himself in the corner of the bar. He didn't need to be loud to get attention by a bar counter because of his height, but here it was also quite empty, and a bartender with a high hair bun turned to him. 

“Ehm…” Eddie looked around at the booze and gave the drink menu next to him a fast glance before looking up at the bartender again. 

“Three beers.” 

“Sure. What kind? Ale?” 

Eddie shrugged his shoulders; he really didn't care that much. 

“Okay.” 

“Dark, light? Fruity? An IPA?” 

It wasn't like he didn't know what the bartender talked about, but he rarely could feel any difference between them. 

“You pick.” 

While the bartender poured up three beers for him, he looked for Cassidy. He couldn't see her and became a bit nervous. Had they paid so much to get in, and then she had left? 

“51 dollars,” said the bartender suddenly, and Eddie turned to him confused. At first he couldn't understand that he was talking to him. Three beers couldn't cost 51 dollars? The beer glasses standing in front of him were filled with a golden liquid reminding him more of orange juice than beer. He gave the bartender a confused look. 

“It's a NEIPA. You will like it.” The guy smirked at him like he was talking to a skeptical child, and Eddie gave him a strained smile back. He had said the bartender could pick. He paid reluctantly and took the three beers in his big hands. With long fingers it wasn't that hard to carry them all. 

His friends smirked, amused when they saw the beers, but didn't say anything. They understood Eddie had accidentally bought something pricey, and they wouldn't complain over that. Eddie also sighed loudly when he sat down, so they didn't want to ruin his mood more; he could get quite grumpy if you tried him too much. 

The beer wasn't that bad, and after having drunk half of it, Eddie finally saw Cassidy. Her black dress was short in a lacy fabric with long sleeves, while her hair was curled in that way all girls' on Instagram curled it. Eddie looked at her with big eyes while she leaned over the bar counter to make an order. 

“Isn't that your girl?” Ricky asked, and gave Eddie a look but didn't get an answer, but he could see it anyway. Eddie stared at her like she was a unicorn among brown horses. 

Eddie wasn't shy among girls, but he didn't really know how to smoothly get close. He knew he was quite good-looking; he was tall and had a charm many girls liked, but it wasn't girls like Cassidy he usually flirted with. On wobbly legs he stood up without saying anything to his friends and walked up to the bar, just a foot from her. She waited on her order, looking at the bartender mixing her drink, but she gave Eddie a fast look from the corner of her eye. He was tall; no one missed him. He looked down at her in the same discreet way, and after a few times he caught her stare and smiled playfully. Cassidy giggled and missed how her drink was placed in front of her, just to turn to look at Eddie up and down, amused. It was probably because he didn't fit in with his bright red hoodie and well-worn jeans, but maybe it was also because he was cute. He knew he was; now it was just she who should feel the same. 

“Shit, I kind of recognize you,” she said and seemed to take a closer look at his big eyes and plump lips.

“I think I recognize you too… Cassidy? Right? I think we went to school together?” He said it like he doubted it. Just when he said it, the bartender reminded her about her drink and distracted, she paid. Eddie looked down at her classic French-tipped nails and licked his lips. The bartender had destroyed his roll, and he wondered if he could continue with the same slickness. When Cassidy had paid, she took her orange cocktail in her hand and gave him a look up and down. She laughed a little.

“Oh my god! You're that guy that broke into the gym and got stuck there!” 

Eddie did a pained grimace because that story was not his brightest moment, but then he laughed with her. 

“Yeah, yeah, that was me and my buddy Damian…” 

Cassidy continued to laugh and continued to look at him up and down. Eddie couldn't read her eyes to see if she mocked him or if she actually was attracted to him, but he kept himself tall and pretended to not be bothered by her examining eyes. He was just about to ask her to sit down with him when her girlfriends started to shout at her, and Cassidy looked at him with a shoulder shrug. 

“Nice to see you, buddy,” she said before walking away to her girlfriends with a giggle. Eddie looked after her, stunned. He still didn't know if she was attracted to him and felt quite silly when he was left behind by the bar and even more so when he went back to his friends without buying anything. 

“No luck?” Kai asked while drinking Eddie's beer; he had already drunk up his own. Eddie looked towards Cassidy again and shrugged his shoulders, confused. 

××× 

After Kai and Ricky had drunk up the beers, it didn't really feel like they had so much of a reason to stay. It was too expensive to buy more drinks, and neither was the setting their kind of place. Eddie looked towards Cassidy a few times, seeing her laugh with two other women with similar style and vibe. He looked down at his tattooed hands and could see why a girl like her wouldn't give him a chance. Everyone judged the book by its cover. When they stood up, ready to go to a cheaper, more low-key place, Eddie felt a hand on his broad back, a petite hand wearing several golden rings. He looked back at the owner of the hand and met Cassidy's eyes a head lower than his own. 

“Are you going? I thought you might want to have a smoke with me?” 

Eddie looked at her, surprised for a few seconds, and then at his friends who smirked at him. 

“Sure, sure,” he said with a bright smile and slowly started to walk to the door with Cassidy's clicking heels next to him. 

“What was your name?” 

“Eddie. Eddie Barrish.”

Outside they stood side by side by the building's wall, she smoking a thin French cigarette while he blew on his vape. Further away stood Kai and Ricky smoking their own vapes, and on the other side stood her girlfriends, fiddling with their phones. 

They had talked a bit about high school and what happened with people. One guy who had died and a girl who already had six kids. Eddie showed some pictures of his own daughter Sarah, while Cassidy showed some pictures of her cats. 

“I think it's fucking impressive you work as a finance journalist. That's tough shit,” said Eddie with a kind smile. Cassidy giggled a little, embarrassed because Eddie had shown sides she hadn't expected from him. That he knew so much about politics, history, and finance she had never expected from a guy with bleached hair with visible roots. 

“Thanks… But what do you do for work?” She asked curiously. 

“I'm a model,” he said and nodded several times. Cassidy raised her eyebrows with a smile. He was tall and slim and maybe had that sort of trendy trashiness; she couldn't tell. 

“He is!” Kai suddenly said behind him, and looked between Eddie and Cassidy, excited. Eddie looked at him. Worry started to show in his face. He knew what Kai would do; he had done it before, but Cassidy wasn't the girl to appreciate the surprise. Kai took up his phone, searching for something while Eddie laughed unsurely, trying to find a way to tell Kai to back off without sounding like an asshole. Instead, Kai worked faster and pushed his phone in Cassidy's face. 

“Look at this, girl! Fucking impressive, right?” 

Eddie dragged his hand over his face in discomfort and sucked his vape like it was his inhaler.

“He’s an OnlyFans model.” Have you seen that cock?” Kai said, like an enthusiastic seller. Cassidy gave Eddie a look but then lowered Kai's phone so she could see better. Eddie looked down on the screen and saw himself standing in the middle of his living room, dressed in just a fake gold chain around his neck, while a brunette was on her knees in front of him. Cassidy could see every silly tattoo and also his ripped body, but the thing Eddie got most views for was his cock. Cassidy stared at the thick and long member the girl choked on. 

“Is it real?” She asked and looked between Eddie and Kai with big eyes. 

“Fuck, it's real! He just stuffs it down his pant leg all the time!” Kai laughed and shook Eddie's shoulder. Eddie didn't know what to say or do and just stared at his own naked self on the screen, leaning back his head in ecstasy. He didn't dare look at Cassidy because his profession wasn't really anything he was proud of, but it gave him money for rent and food and also child support. He actually had a talent he could get a salary from. When he looked up, he met Cassidy's eyes but also a white Colgate smile. 

“So, like… Do you live close?” 

××× 

They had taken a cab back to his place; it cost 28 dollars, but it was worth it because Cassidy had been on him the whole ride. Their kisses were hungry and messy, and her hand dragged over his crotch as much as she could. Maybe it was also why she let his big, tattooed hands creep in under her dress and hug her warm cheeks. He had a feeling it was his size that just made her interested in him, but he wished she also had been impressed by his intellectual side and his sweet ways, but it didn't really feel like it because she begged to see his cock as soon as they were up in his apartment. She wasn't interested in looking at the pictures of his daughter or the bike standing in the middle of the living room; she just pushed him down in bed and opened his belt and jeans like she was starving. Eddie didn't complain because she was a beautiful girl who obviously wanted him to fuck her all night, but he still could feel disappointment in a hidden chamber in his heart. He was just that OnlyFans model with a big cock for her. It wasn't like a girl like her would date such a guy for real. 

She stood on her knees between his legs while he lay in front of her completely naked. She still had her dress on while looking at his defined abs, poorly made tattoos, and golden chest, but she also looked at his cock. He was completely hard and stood up proudly just in front of her belly. 

“Oh my gosh!” She giggled, doubting if she even dared to touch it. Eddie smirked a little because even if he was disappointed, it would always be funny to see how girls reacted to his schlong.

“Take off your dress and touch me…” he said with a raspy voice and sat up on his elbows. She looked at him with red cheeks and wet lips, and then she did what he said. She stood up next to his bed and pulled off her dress, bra, and panties, and then she crawled up to sit over his thighs. 

“It's… It's fucking huge!” She said with a laugh and laid both her hands over her mouth. 

“I know. You can touch it.” Eddie took a loose grip around her elbow and shook her a bit so she would act, and after some seconds she dared to take his length in both of her hands. Eddie let out a deep exhalation and closed his eyes. Being with Cassidy was like being with any girl at that moment. He didn't want to confess for himself what he actually felt, but the true word would have been objectified. He was just a pretty boy with a big cock, nothing else. 

Cassidy sank down on his condom-dressed cock with a pained sound that got louder when he forced her hips down to meet his. She didn't succeed in taking him fully, though, and awkwardly she rode him, afraid that it would hurt even more. Still, like every other girl, she liked it. He let her ride him to her climax because he knew most girls were not ready for him to take the power the first time they met; they needed to take it at their own pace. He himself didn't come but pretended to do so. He was a porn actor; faking an orgasm with a condom on was easy; he didn't need to show any proof. 

Cassidy looked at him with a giggle after he had deposited the condom and crept down in bed again. She looked at him like she was in love, touching his body like he was the perfect man, but Eddie knew she would be gone the next day when she realized he wasn't. He was a poor, trashy, porn actor with a stolen street sign in the bathroom. She would be happy he used a condom while she ran from his apartment. Eddie followed her acting, though, and acted like a newly in love couple with her until she fell asleep. 

××× 

Just like Eddie thought, he was alone when he woke up. She hadn't left her number, not even a goodbye note. He didn't want to pout over some girl he didn't even know, so he was happier than he usually was that it was Wednesday. His day with his daughter. A year ago, he hadn't appreciated the time with her the way he did now. After an incident surrounding a car, he realized what really mattered in life, and the only answer was Sarah. She was eight now and bright and funny. He could easily hang out with her just as a friend, but he never forgot he was a dad, never again. 

He was thankful he hadn't been drinking that much the night before, and it wasn't hard to get out of bed, take a shower, change sheets, and make himself ready for the outside world. He would meet her at 2 pm at the school’s stairs. Earlier she had been used to him coming late or not even showing up, but that year he had been sitting and waiting on her in the grass just by the school gate. He wasn't like many of the other correct parents and still looked a bit like a teenager, but his daughter was never ashamed of him. Or not that he had noticed. 

He wore a pair of golden Ray-Ban Aviator knockoffs that sunny day with his white tank and dark blue track pants. It was hotter than he had expected, so the gray hoodie he had first had on lay in a pile on the inside of his door. Instead, he showed off well-built arms and silly tattoos while sitting in the grass by the school. Some parents looked at him with distaste, but he didn't care; he was just giddy to see Sarah again.

Two minutes later a group of children her age ran out from the school’s big entrance door; his girl was one of them, and she ran with a big smile towards him. He just stood up on his knees so he could pretend to fall when her little body attacked his much larger one. They laughed together in the grass a while until Eddie stood up, pulling her with him. 

“Hey, Lovebug,” he said teasingly and ruffled her hair. Sarah gave him an annoyed look and fixed her ponytails. 

“Don't call me that!” 

Eddie smirked, used to the protest, and looked towards the gate. 

“Ready to go?” 

He looked down at Sarah with a hand on her shoulder, but she looked towards a group with some grown-ups and kids. 

“I will just say goodbye to Miss Hani.”

Eddie nodded a little. He had met most of her teachers, beige-looking women in their fifties, and a few men in his own age with sweaters and well-trimmed beards. He looked around at the schoolyard while waiting with his arms crossed. He was hungry and hoped she would do it fast until he saw the woman she ran up to. She must have been a few years younger than him and shone just as bright as the sun. She was dressed in a white blouse and floral skirt, stopping just at her knee. She was beautiful. Or beautiful was an understatement; she probably was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She talked with his daughter kindly and fixed her messy ponytails for her before looking in the direction Sarah pointed. She pointed to her father, not bothered at all that he wore a washed-out tank top with track pants. Eddie looked back at them and met Hani’s eyes. He smiled a little embarrassed and lowered his gaze as soon as she had answered his smile. He felt his cheeks get warm, and staring down at the ground, he felt the shock and embarrassment take over. He really was blushing like a little boy. A little boy in love with the sweet teacher. After a while he dared to look up again and saw Sarah come towards him again. 

“Done?” He said stressed, like they had much to do, even if they never had plans. 

“Yep!” 

“So… That was Miss Hani? Is that her first name?” He asked bashfully, but Sarah didn't notice.

“Yeah, she's new. She’s nice.” 

Eddie nodded a little and then looked towards Hani, who laughed with another teacher. He wasn't prepared to meet her eyes again, and especially not to see her smile brightly, just towards him. 

“Yeah, I can see that… Very nice…”

×

@hamburger-sprite @hanamirandak @muchwita @keysandthesea-blog @turbotasticoo @useyourwandbro @forrealandjustsaying

[jalluzas-ferney]

I have a silly CRACK AU where morro instead of possessing Lloyd he just possesses a cat and gets himself adopted by the ninja just to make Wu and Lloyd’s life miserable undercover. All the ninja love him except for Lloyd and Wu ofc, who are constantly getting scratched, having their stuff scratched, broken, and even shat or pissed on. And yeah, morro also uses his powers to fucking haunt them too and which confused Wu to no end because either morro possessed the cat (which is correct) or the cat is the next elemental master of wind . Lloyd ofc thinks Wu is slowly going insane after he told him this.

All the other ninja think the cats wind powers are awesome tho and since they literally have a lightning chicken I don’t think they’d be too shocked at a wind cat. Ofc they call morro “windy” or some shit (to morros dismay).

Although morro wasn’t planning to nor expecting to become attached to any of the ninja or even enjoy their company sm…he ofc did overtime)

And if ur wondering this is Morros personal tier of most favorite to least

Cole (found him along with Nya. Loves his good natured, protective and caring energy. Since He and Nya are the ones they’re the ones that take care of him the most. Also the best to cuddle with. Which is embarrassing for him but also he’s possessing a cat and he can’t help it ok.)

Nya (like I said. She found him with Cole so she’s one of the ones that take care of him the most so he’s naturally more attached. But also he really likes of soothing and caring she is at times. Finds her very entertaining finds her overall vibe great. Only reason she’s below Cole is that she’s louder than him and is a more hot headed which can drive him away from her sometimes. But overall he actually thinks she’s great)

Pixal (actually warm and very nice and peaceful. But she doesn’t rlly mind or care for him that much. To her he’s just kinda there)

Zane (loves his vibe. But kinda low because he’s so cold. At least according to my hc)

Kai (bros in thin ice. Only reason he’s above Jay is because of his body heat. But yeah, he finds him annoying most of the time, cannot stand his ass lmao.)

Jay (fucking hates him just because💀 like I dunno man he just does LMAO. bro find shim obnoxious just like Kai.)

Wu (obvious reasons)

Lloyd (again. Obvious. Only reason he’s below Wu is because morro subconsciously does still love Wu deep down and actually know him. While Lloyd he’s got no reason to like him. At least at first…)

(I didn’t plan on making such a long post ab this damn. This is just a silly au but I gotta keep talking)

Ofc over time morro does begin to like everyone more and more. Even his least favorites! Hell this is actually a way for morro to slowly see Wu, and mainly Lloyd’s side. See how Lloyd struggled with the responsibility of being the green ninja. How heavy it weighs in him, and he’s able to actually drastically calm down and let go of his obsession for the green ninja when he’s able to see Lloyd’s experience up close. Since he’s a cat they don’t really think too much of his presence in personal or intimate moments. Só morros probably walked into Lloyd crying or talking to himself, or even Lloyd finding himself venting to morro thinking he’s just venting to the cat that doesn’t understand anything he’s saying.

Eventually morro DOES unposses the cat. (The cats ok and not traumatized. No domt think ab it too hard let’s just say the cats fine and they keep him) but yeah. This happens around a year or so of staying with the ninja? Which is a WHOLE bunch but can u blame him? It’s a really awkward situation to suddenly reveal who he was all along. It was obviously. A massive shock. Like. Nya faints. It’s a very very awkward situation ofc. Especially because during his time as a cat he’s come across a lot of embarrassing situations for the ninja (Kai for one would consalty vent to him or just talk about random bullshit to him when no one was watching. Hes so cringe. Hes also walked into Jay singing. Jay. Does not sing well. And other stupid shit)

Anyways he stays with them for the rest of time and they love happily ever after hurray

[mushysquashythingamajig]

{A/N: CAUTION, SMUT UNDER THE CUT. Written after realising I haven't posted for a month despite writing stuff so enjoy.}

This was too much even for Evan. It wasn't like Tommy was gone for long. There was this pilot's seminar and a good friend of Tommy from the army had invited him to go. It would've been rude of him to refuse. Now the fact that they were stuck there for almost a month wasn't his fault.

Evan didn't like that. Tommy had noticed from their almost regular video calls that Evan was a bit…cranky. He hadn't realised the extent of it until even Bobby had started to beg him to come back. His trip back was fine, the only normal thing his entire trip and Evan had picked him up from the airport. From the start he could could notice that Evan was a little pent up.

He felt bad obviously, the trip wasn't supposed to extend this much so as an apology, he allowed Evan free reign on him. It started out innocent enough. With Evan's cold hands sliding into Tommy's shirt pulling several very manly squeals from him. There was also Evan sliding onto Tommy's lap as he was reading a book, demanding scratches and cuddles.

Then, it started getting into dangerous territory like Evan getting bossier in bed. Typically Tommy would've been more than happy to put the younger man in his place but now, he had to obey. Well, in all honesty the change in dynamic was really hot to Tommy.

That was how he ended up like this, panting and drooling onto the sheets as Evan railed the life out of him. Tommy didn't know when they had started. He didn't know when they were even gonna stop. It felt like hours. Tommy was marked up, his chest decorated with bruises and bite marks. He was pretty sure that his hips had fingerprints imprinted on them by now judging by how hard Evan was gripping him.

Evan, the usually vocal one even during topping, had said nothing other than grunts and growls in Tommy's ear. Tommy was sure that he'd been taken in so many positions, the kama sutra would be jealous. Tommy's eyes rolled up as Buck thrusted at a particular spot with maximum efficiency.

Tommy didn't realise how far he could bend and Evan had happily volunteered, shoving Tommy's legs ontp his shoulders and folding him half. Tommy was grateful for the pillow he had shoved under his lips because Evan wasn't letting up anytime soon. He had already painted his chest once before in this position, and several other times before that. Evan had came only a half of that.

"You okay, baby?" Evan cooed as he pummeled his prostate, the smug fuck. Tommy's toes curled next to head.

Tommy wanted to reply he really did, but it came out like he was one of those braindead zombies in old horror movies.

Evan just chuckled, his pace never faltering. Tommy's face was covered with spit, he didn't whether it was his or Evan's, probably his and Evan had latched onto his neck again. The combined stimulation was starting to get to him and he felt a coiling in his gut. His moans got louder, so did Evan's grunts and finally the two of them came at the same time.

Evan gently let down his legs, pulled the pillow form underneath his hips and collapsed next to him, breathing heavily. Tommy knew he couldn't stay like this for very long, he needed to clean up but Evan post-coital glow was something to behold.

"You okay?" He asked, parroting his boyfriend from just a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, what about you?" Evan panted.

"I have to get cleaned." He pushed himself upright. He moved to get out of bed but as soon as he got up, his legs started feeling like jelly and he tumbled onto the floor.

"Tommy?! Are you okay?!" Eva's agitated voice came from the bed and Tommy couldn't help but laugh. Of course this happened.

Evan was by his side in a second and started fussing over him, checking for any injuries or concussions. Once he was satisfied, he picked up Tommy in a bridal-carry, safely depositing the man onto the bed. Evan, ever the attentive boyfriend, went to the bathroom, bringing a wet cloth to clean up the man.

Clean and under the covers, Tommy nudged Evan slightly, trying to get his attention.

"You know why I was laughing?" He told Buck.

Evan just shook his head.

"This has never happened to me before."

[unforth]

ngl I've been increasingly struggling with the use of feminizing language and "but make them women" stuff in my main fandoms, all of which are about queer Asian men. It's always bothered me but I feel like it's bothering me even more now, and I'm not sure if that's because it's become more prevalent or if I'm getting more sensitive to it. I just can't help but want to point out, like...

1. If yall want women and lesbians... you know there are fandoms... with women and lesbians... right? Women and lesbians are great! I'm begging you to go read stories that actually are about them.

2. Like seriously if you want stories about women why are you in the gay guy bl fandom

3. White fans please unpack why you think that lithe Asian gay man needs to be a woman, needs to be pregnant, why you are calling him breedable, or babygirl, or malewife. Like I am begging people who do this to spend five minutes considering why they do, why you think it's okay, why it's maybe different than saying even the same things about white people, like yall just collectively forgetting decades of racist feminizing language weaponized against Asian men.

I'm not saying anything I haven't said before but it's just been really A Lot recently if I have to see one more post about any MXTX character needing to be a breedable malewife maid I'm going to scream.

Note: this is NOT about trans head canons or trans stuff. I love trans masc and trans fem stuff. Don't stop.

(Disclaimer: I am also white.)

Also note like... this isn't about any specific fan having a preference. People like mpreg. People like gender swaps. That's great! I support an individual's preferences! But just because behavior is okay on an individual level, that doesn't mean it doesn't start to get a little awkward at a collective fandom level. And idk, it's hard to divorce my personal discomfort with some of these things from an assessment of if it's actually ~a problem~ so maybe I'm just not recognizing my own issues here, but... yeah. I keep starting to write more then deleting it so I guess I'll shut up now.

[berylcups]

SDC x Reader + Dios Minions : Learning their Language

CW: Beryls Limited understanding of languages, Eclipse Mention, disability mention

Notes: FINALLY! I finished it! 😩 this took me literally months to do. Well…not really but personal stuff came up in between and I also had to get a new car and that was a nerve wracking experience so yeah… I’m still alive. I really hope you enjoy because I really took my time on this and did plenty of research for each one. Please enjoy! 💜 Beryl

Joseph - Standard American English & British English

You wanna learn English??? Oh boy! He’s gonna learn ya’ a thing or two about English. For starters, “learn ya a thing or two” isn’t proper English. This man isn’t proper either.

He's not the best teacher but if you don’t already know the Alphabet it might be worth memorizing beforehand. Because he’s going to show you the difference between American and UK English spelling. Which spelling is the correct way you ask?

“Don’t worry about it! Spell it anyway you want! If we can read it then it’s fine!”

Also don’t be discouraged by all the silent letters you come across in the English language. It’s tricky but once you pick up on the patterns in writing, it gets a little easier. And remember-Native English speakers struggle with reading too so don’t feel bad! You got this! Joseph believes in you! (& Beryl does too 💜)

His favorite way of integrating you into his language is by snuggling up with you and watching his favorite movies with subtitles so you can read along. Just don’t get too frustrated if he falls asleep when you try watching Lawrence of Arabia with him. It’s one of his favorites but he watched it a million times already!

Jotaro - Japanese

Yare yare daze. You want him to teach you Japanese? Do you know how much of pain in the ass that’s going to be? First you have to learn hiragana and then katakana…and don’t get him started on kanji. He’s flattered really, but he thinks this is going to be too much effort than it’s worth.

Don’t worry, that’s where Holly pops in! She’s going to give Jotaro an earful about how she learned Japanese from his father and that’s how they got closer and eventually married. She’s going to give you her (probably outdated) workbooks and translation guides, and dictionaries for you to learn from. (Isn’t she so sweet???🥹)

Ok—he finally gives in and help you learn Nihongo. He’s not gonna talk to you in your preferred language anymore. You’re going to have to decode and guess what he’s trying to say from now on. (So mean 😭) but he's not a complete ass. He will speak slowly and clearly to you so you can keep up.

He’ll point to things and tell want he wants through simple sentences: “I want you to give me… I want to drink … I want to eat … I want to read …”

Once you get a hang of the language a bit, he’ll want to go to the aquarium and have you interact with other Japanese speakers a bit. Don’t worry if you can’t figure out what you want to say, he’ll translate when you get a brain fart.

“Wakarimasu ka? (Do you understand?)”

Kakyoin- Japanese

You want to learn his language? He’s so flattered, he can’t help but blush! He’d love to teach you Japanese!

He’s not sure where to start first…of course you need to learn how to read. But he’s wondering if teaching through video games, manga, or anime would work the best. You should pick for him to help him not overthink it. 😅

He’ll try to teach you through a mix of genres like horror, comedy, drama, fantasy, etc. He wants to teach you about the specific humor Japan has that might go over your head, jokes, tongue twisters, and double entendres.

If you’re brave he’ll teach you about all the different yurei, oni, and yokai Japan has to offer.

You might want to have him slow down because he’s going to info dump on you so hard.

“Hold on a minute Y/N! You’re reading that manga backwards! You’re going to spoil the ending for yourself!”

Avdol- Masri(Egyptian Arabic) & Standard Arabic

You can see the fire in his eyes from excitement when he hears you say you want to learn Arabic. Now…you better be serious about learning this because he’s not going to let you back out just because you get a little intimidated by its difficulty level. He says if he can learn English, than he has no doubt in his heart that you can learn Arabic!

What he didn’t tell you though was… you’re actually learning 2 dialects at once. It’s very important for you to know Egyptian Arabic and Modern Standard Arabic. Egyptian Arabic is needed because that is what most people in Cairo speak. This form of Arabic will help you get to know the locals on a more personal level and get more used to the culture and customs. Modern Standard Arabic is used for formal settings and when you are writing. Speaking of writing…they read and write from right to left! But if you have a good understanding of Arabic writing, you probably already know that.

He’s going to really focus hard on your reading and writing. Al-abjadiyah is the Arabic alphabet and each letter changes form depending on where in the word it is! Don’t worry, he knows this is going to take a while. He’s going to take his time with you. Unlike Polnareff, he is patient.

“Pfft! Ahem, Remember: write right to left, Habibi/ti.”

Once you get used to the language a bit he’ll sit with you and read to you to help you understand the spelling of words and see the patterns of the letters in the different forms taking place in each word. …They’re definitely books for little children but you’ll be making it to more complicated wordy books soon enough!

Polnareff - French

You want to learn the language of love? There’s no better man to learn it from than this pervert romanticist! At least…that’s what he says. The guy is good at teaching but he’s impatient and fussy as hell! 😩 it’s almost as if learning a 2nd or 3rd language is hard! Who would have thought???

“Non non non! Parler français comme un vache espagnole!(your French is very broken!) Come on! You’re using the wrong gendered noun! No..I’m sorry but there’s no gender neutral version for house. Please don’t despair! You can use iel/yel but it might cause some confusion and you might have to use some explanation if someone doesn’t understand… or you could use flip flop between male and female nouns if that doesn’t cause you distress! If anyone has a problem, I’ll tell them “Je vais lui sonner les cloches!”(tell them to mind their own business!)”

Now as an English speaker, you are going to have to rewire your brain on how the Alphabet works because nearly half of the letters in French sound like they’re silent in English! 😰 But that’s okay! You have an enthusiastic but impatient teacher, Polnareff to guide you along the way! The best way to get you involved into the language is through the culture. And that’s through a wine and cheese tasting and then a visit to the very famous Louvre Museum. (This feels more like a date than an educational opportunity…)

Looking at the names of the bottles and how he pronounces the names will help you pick up on the consonants sound and hearing other civilians will help fine tune your own accent and pronunciation.

“Blanc Sauvignon? Did I say that right?”

“Haha—magnifique! you’re getting closer! Say it more with less emphasis on the V.”

Hol Horse- American English (southern)

You wanna learn American English? Well hold your horses, I’m fixin’ to teach you. Just give me a cotton pickin second! English is already a complicated language and we in the south like to make it even more complicated. What’s the most difficult southern saying? It’s “well bless your heart!” It’s usually used to be sassy, but it’s also used to show sympathy…so bless your hearts wisely.

It’s going to be best if you already have grasp of the bare basics of the English language if you ever want to understand whatever the hell Hol Horse is saying. But for you, he’ll take his sweet time and explain everything he means. ❤️

“Don’t take anything I say in English to heart baby girl/boy. You don’t understand something’ you let me know, ya hear?”

For starters, we don’t use proper grammar. Ain’t got no time for that. The best way to understand southern American English is through your stomach…at a family BBQ.

Don’t worry, he’ll make your plate. You might wanna tell him to take it easy, I don’t think that paper plate can handle all that food. 😅 you’re gonna be fuller than a tick! Also if someone offers you a coke, they’re gonna ask which one. Coke doesn’t mean just cola, just soda in general.

“It’s safe to eat funeral potatoes I swear! It has nothin to do with no funeral. It’s just hash brown casserole. It’s good! …I mean, it CAN be served at a funeral but you can have it at any time!”

Devo- Diné Bizaad(Navajo language)

You want to learn his language??? You’re going to melt this cold blooded killers heart!❤️ It’s a sad fact that his language is a dying one. No thanks to the European settlers, but that’s a story for another time. He wants to share all of the goodness of his culture with you and the language of his people-Diné Bizaad which means “people’s language”.

I hope you are serious about his language because it is the hardest language in the world to learn.

In all honesty, he doesn’t really expect you to be a fast learner. You are going to have 33 consonants and 12 vowels to memorize and make your mouth replicate.

He doesn’t want to scare you off so he’s going to start you off easy with simple words that are important to his culture. You’ll learn about the four sacred colors, native symbols, traditions, food, and artwork.

“It’s forbidden to look at a solar eclipse. We stay inside our hogans and sit in contemplation about the sun and moon. We believe the sun and moon are interacting with each other.”

Rubber Soul- Singlish (Singaporean English)

Shiok! Lucky for you in Singapore, there’s a medley of languages spoken there! This man is a complete dumbass but he knows Mandarin, Malay, and English. Singlish IS English but the only catch is, it features a beautiful but complex patchwork of languages featuring Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkien, Tamil, and Teochew… So even if you are already an English speaker, you are in for an adventure!

He’s going to take you to hawker center and show you how to live like a true Singaporean! And first thing first is chope-ing. That’s probably the most important Singlish word you are ever going to hear. To chope is reserving a seat by setting your personal belongings down, like a handkerchief, a pack of tissues, or something bigger like a backpack. Low crime don’t mean no crime so don’t leave anything super important behind. Don’t worry about theft…Rubber Soul will be eager to give a back breaker to anyone who dares to try to steal your wallet. 😬

“Why does everyone talk like they’ve been google translated??? Pfft—don’t talk cock lah! That’s exactly what Singlish is. I told you that you weren’t going to understand it off the bat!”

Don’t try and argue with him on it. He’ll speak in complete Singlish and then not ask—but demand to repeat back what he just said in English. Only for him to laugh in your face. 😭

“Wah piang! So crowded! Where you want to makan? Chop chop—going to rain already! You go chope that table. Here have Indian, Thai, Sichuan, Malaysian, Indonesian, and Japanese. You want kopi ah? I SMS when ready. Ok—what did I just say?”

…

“Wah Lao eh?! I literally gave you the EASIEST Singlish phrases to translate! Man you are dumb—still love ya though!”

Steely Dan- Urdu

You wanna learn Urdu? Well of course you do! You might want to have an understanding of basic conversation in Urdu because he isn’t the best teacher despite how much boasts being otherwise. But he’s all smug and secretly giddy that you want to learn Urdu. If you know Arabic, you’re off to a good start! But you are going to have to rewire your brain to pronounce each letter differently and learn a few new ones.

“Of course you should learn my language! Do you know how much I go out of my way to communicate my love for you? Luckily for you I got top grades in writing and grammar in school so you have the best-most-handsome teacher ever.”

Oh boy, you have done it. You stroked his ego and now he’s going to non stop complimenting himself.

He’s going to expect lots of love letters in Urdu from you to him and vice versa. He’s going to have you read them aloud to him so he can hear his own flowery cheesy declarations of love for you. But tread carefully… he’s a grammar authoritarian and human spell checker! He’ll poke fun at your very hard attempts of writing this challenging language. (Just pretend to cry a bit or cry for real, he can’t stand crying and he’ll immediately start being much nicer)

“You call that Urdu?! Where’s your penmanship??? Those look like squiggly little worms!”

“Okay okay—don’t cry! I’m sorry ok?! I love you baby! I really mean it too! No more tears! I’ll help you rewrite your misspellings.”

N’Doul- Masri (Egyptian Arabic) and Arabic Braille*

He’s very flattered. He’d love to teach you, but due to his eyesight, he won’t be able to help you read but with his heightened sense of hearing he can really help you to pronounce everything correctly and get the accent right.

“Good effort, love. But you aren’t using your throat. You need to use your throat to pronounce the Al-Ahruf Al-Halqiyyah (6 throat letters). Try again. I know you can do it.”

Don’t worry about struggling. He understands what it’s like to struggle in life. He won’t baby you just like he expects you not to baby him because of his visual impairment. He’ll gently correct you each time you make a mistake.

—

Now if you’re blind too, or curious about a new way of reading, he’ll teach you Arabic Braille.

*Theres many different types of blindness and it doesn’t explicitly say what N’Doul has. But based off of his eyes and age he probably has congenital cataracts. This is just a HC. It’s all up to you!*

Now he can see just barely enough to guide your hand across the page to teach you each letter in braille. Braille in general is becoming used less and less so he is really intent on teaching you this important life skill as a visually impaired person. Interestingly enough, Arabic Braille is read left to right!

“I vaguely remember what Arabic script looked like before my sickness took away my vision. It used to feel strange reading from right to left and then left to right when I started learning Braille. It was a vast difference and took me a long time to learn. So please don’t worry if you struggle or make mistakes.”

With having you, Geb, and his heightened senses, he doesn’t really miss his vision. He just enjoys each passing moment with you, teaching you his language and sharing his culture

[lagooneah]

I love love loved your vash fic!! Could you expand on it and perhaps see how he’d do with smooching and kissing?>_< thankies >:)

Thank you for the ask! You've opened a can of worms 😊 (but srsly thank u, I love talking about him and I hope you enjoy!)

I'm a firm believer that Vash is very, VERY hesitant in most relationships at first, but as soon as he's given the green light, he goes a little... Crazy in a way. Like, maybe he's a little too much sometimes. He just has so much love to give okay? Leave him alone.

So our sweet Vash here OBVIOUSLY would know next to nothing about kissing.

Has he seen others do it? Yeah. Does he know what it is? Sure. Does he know how to do it? HELL NAH-

Due to his lack of knowledge and fear of intimacy that I have mentioned- you'd have to go slow with this too.

YOU would likely be the one to do it, kissing his cheek or his forehead as you two cuddle close for the night, stuff like that.

I feel like he'd be TERRIFIED to kiss you back in fear of screwing up somehow, but he'd eventually do it.

One night, as you two were snuggled up and near ready for sleep, he returned your smooch on his cheek with a peck on yours- and then looked at you, wide and puppy-eyed for some kind of green light.

Or ANY signal that he did good.

You'd smile, giggling a little at his silliness and say "Thank you Vashy", probably trying not to freak out at the fact that he INITIATED something for the first time.

And after that? Oh he keeps going, you can't stop him from kissing you actually.

It'd mostly be on your body- your cheeks, forehead, really wherever YOU have kissed him, he returns tenfold.

Once you realize he's basically following your lead, you give love to other places too.

His neck, shoulder, hands (especially his bionic one to make him feel better about it), the bridge of his nose...

You don't realize the potential mistake you've made until you've found yourself spending a solid hour just being PEPPERED with love and affection from him.

I just KNOW he feels validated in the relationship by making you feel good. That's like his favorite thing in the world.

You're his favorite thing in the world.

Whenever you'd ask him WHY he goes so far with this, he'd usually answer something along the lines of "You're just so easy to love" or "because you deserve it".

It'd take him a little bit with kissing you on the lips, but after your initiating he'd totally do it.

"Can I kiss you?" You'd ask him softly, your faces so close you can feel his warm breath on your lips. Your noses brushing against each other.

"Sure, where?" He asks, his grip a little tighter around you, continuing to gaze into your eyes.

You smiled, deciding to surprise him a bit, and give him a short kiss on the lips.

The man literally malfunctions.

His eyes are wide, his lips parted like he's going to say something but only strangled noise comes out, his cheeks BRIGHT pink...

You're pretty sure you've broken him.

And you have, but not in a bad way. You mean to tell him you're okay- scratch that- WANT him to kiss you there?

Oh boy, you're in trouble.

He's not the best at kissing your lips at first HOWEVER, he is a fast learning and he quickly begins craving it. Craving you, in a way.

Sometimes you have to stop him just to catch your breath.

And this wouldn't even be 100% sexual, he's just so- SO obsessed with you, that doing what he can do only with you is ALWAYS on his mind.

He is a bit bashful of it though, wanting to preserve his most obsessive love and worship for when you two are alone.

But he doesn't mind a peck ever now and then as you walk to the van.

He's a quiet, affectionate, kind in public- gently holding your hand, kissing your knuckles or your palm on his face. It's little- but it's attention he reserves for you.

This is what I've got (for now), but this is how I think he'd feel/react to kissing and smooches! He's so sweetie pie someone free me (don't)

I'm also attempting to cook up a "Your reaction to Vash's torn body" short fic, as well as a couple of other stuff, so stay tuned for that!

[anamericangirl]

I made a metaphor a long time ago and got in a lot of trouble for it, but now I have a visual representation of how true it is.

I took this screencap to just be like "lol" to a friend, then noticed this

Look how much more activity there is in all of these niche communities. Each one of them a completely random thing but with far more people active in them.

And it's time I explain my metaphor!

Ahem.

Put 5 transgender people in a room. - One is a Warhammer 40k fan - One protests trans rights regularly and never stops talking about the LGBT - One makes coffee at a coffee shop - One is training to be an astronaut - One works at a stock brokerage company

They all have nothing in common and nothing to talk about other than the fact that they're trans, which is a shallow thing with absolutely no depth other than "My gender identity is different than my physical body" which tells you nothing about a person other than that they have a mental disorder. You can't just expect the 5 people to get along when they come from varying backgrounds just because their "identity" is all the same letter in LGBT.

But, there's a part 2.

Put 5 Warhammer 40k fans in a room. - One is a straight cis guy - One is a lesbian - One is trans - One is a gay dude - One is a straight cis girl

Now they're all immediately asking which armies they play, asking to see the miniatures they've painted, asking what they think of video games like Fire Warrior and Space Marine 2, branching off of Warhammer 40k to ask about other stuff like "Do you like Helldivers?" because of similarity in genre, and the two cis people wind up getting married a few years later and have a Warhammer themed wedding that gets frontpaged on Imgur.

So now I have factual evidence that once again everything I say that pisses my followers off is the absolute truth.

Nobody wants to be friends with someone just because they have the same sexuality or because they're trans, and anyone who does is gonna have a miserable life.

If you're a nerd at school you don't walk up to the jocks that look similar to you and ask if you can be friends, you walk up to the other nerds. Jocks band together, nerds band together, gamers band together, etc. because they're PEOPLE WITH SIMILAR INTERESTS.

When you expect people to "band together" because they have the same "identity," you're literally just promoting segregation in the exact same way as racism works.

And as someone who used to be trans, I just wanna say, before anyone says "You took those screencaps at 1am, that's not fair"

Yeah? I used to be trans and I'm nocturnal as fuck, and I work with transgender commissioners all the time who are always talking about being awake at 4am. And also, the point's moot when 3,000 frog lovers are online at 1am. Get owned.

And it's highly likely that the transgender group is just transgender activism. Which means it's a group of people bonding over activism and not "being transgender." Because gender identity is not the end all be all of who a person is even though it's treated as such. It doesn't matter if you have a group of 100 trangender people. If they don't have a common interest between them they will never be as active as 5 people who all have different gender identities and are coming together over their favorite TV show or video game.

Like I don't go looking for groups and can't bond with someone just because they are a woman. If there's a man and a woman and my hobbies and interests align more with the dude then he's the person I'm going to feel a connection with.

It is nice to be a part of women's groups sometimes, but they are women's groups based around a central topic. Not just the fact that we're all women.

Because most of the experiences people have in life aren't based on gender identity and it's sad to see people making their gender identity the epitome of who they are.

[itsnothingofinterest]

Yeah I definitely get what you're saying; but like, even if you do go into things trying to think of what X can't do, it's hard when the basis we're starting from is "X can do anything & everything" and we're asking "what falls outside of that?"

Like if you asked me to come up with a downside to Nice's perfection, I could maybe come up with OCD eventually; but even as I actively try to come up with some weakness of X from what we know, nothing I come up with or see suggested sounds quite right.

Like, @fallofthecelestial suggested in another addition to this post: "what if the downside to "X can do everything" is that he can only do "everything" his believers want him to." Which sounds like a good basis. But when it's implied there's so little of a consistent idea of X; the list of stuff the people think he could do might be so broad as to include anything, and in fact some like the office lady think he can do everything. Making this weakness as debilitating as his powers only working on days ending in Y. It's not like he's compelled to only do hero stuff either. Much the opposite, X is the only hero we know with an anonymous day-job. It's hard to imagine his believers "want" X to be filing documents and stealing sugar from the break room, but that doesn't stop him.

And like you said, it's not like my initial pitch of "X is good at everything so everything is boring" really fits either. Not only because that Saitama-esque plot doesn't really fit the tone & genre, but it also doesn't really fit what we see of X. He doesn't exactly seem board...well okay, sometimes he does:

But he's only ever playfully board; yawning mid-combat to show how easy this is for him. This doesn't seem like something that weighs on him like Firm Man needing to sleep standing up.

In fact, that's a big reason why it's hard to think of him having much of a massive downside to X's powers at all; the fact he generally seems pretty happy and content. I mean we've actually seen a good deal of X's downtime and personal life, or at least his secret identity's professional life; and compared to other heroes seen outside the public eye, X seems pretty happy.

I briefly considered that maybe that's the downside: he appears so confident and happy that his believes think he can't be anything else. Maybe he is like Firm Man after all. But that doesn't fit either; we've seen him lose the smile when life's little inconveniences get to him.

The smile isn't glued to his face; he just smiles because he's got a lot of reason to smile most often. (Besides; implications are that the mind/emotions are the one thing the Trust system can't affect.)

It's why I said we could really use more of an idea of what the public thinks of X. What we've seen so far doesn't really leave room for a downside. Though if I can speculate anyway, I do have one last theory:

If perception of X's powers doesn't leave room for a weakness to his power's like Moon, and he generally seems too content in life to be suffering from a private downside like Nice or Firm Man; maybe you're on to something saying X represents something outside the industry.

At risk of going against the spirit of your post: Maybe X actually doesn't have a downside to his powers. Maybe he cracked the Trust system and found a way to get the cool powers without the drawbacks.

And maybe that's why his main concern implied by the ED is to save the other heroes of the confines he freed himself from.

Is is just me? Or is Hero X truly as powerful as the fandom make it out to be?

Okay, hear me out! I know it's a hot take. But there's so many theories of what Hero X's ability actually is; from time traveling, space bending, warping reality, 4th wall breaking, omniscience, omnipotency. All of them being absolute OP abilities that makes your eyes cross.

And while all those theories are valid, I began to wonder... is Hero X actually that much powerful... or are we led to believe that with the little information we have?

Think about it. We know him as the No. 1 hero, right? So by that admission, we automatically ended up coming up OP ability that would make sense for him to be at the top. But aren't we just assuming he is OP?

He's powerful, yes. The 6 minutes trailer has greatly established that. And his PV also hinted his follower to believe his omnipotent.

But that's a simple bias words from one person. What's to say that her words are misdirection. Like a magician who talks to the audience, planting ideas and preconception to make you believe in one thing instead of the other.

That we, the audience, are meant to both question and believe in the power of the enigmatic Hero X.

Just like how Nice was perceived to be the "perfect hero", but in reality he wasn't really perfect, wasn't he?

And let's just... let it sink in that what we, as a fandom, are collectively are doing is exactly what the citizens in the donghua must be feeling. Trying to rationalize and understanding his power from what they witnessed. Trying to understand who he is as a person, his values, and his ideals.

Like, the creative team is soooo cool to give Hero X as much info as the average people in the donghua. Helping us be more immersive in the world while hooking us with bait in every turn.

After all, the first two episodes is already a direct allegory for the toxic idol business. And accidentally or not, I'm sure there are audience of To Be Hero X who have been guilty of participating such culture, so of course it's reasonable to make the fandom understand why people would follow and trust in Hero X despite his enigmatic status.

We know only half a page about his character, and already he is amassing his fans.

URGH, I just love this meta-strategic marketing. The studio is COOKING!!!

[thecherrygod]

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