#look at these silly goobers they’re so adorable

[tsuru-yasunaga]

I was on sugar rush last night and doodled some narrators in the server :333 Man,,,,just the sheer creativity that went into these designs <3

Narrators in order：

Neil (@kittygameratx)

Seraph (@theyaoiparable)

Paige (@wilbursthoughts)

Moth (@thatstarboi)

Theodore (@grahatiafanclub)

Devin (@thenamesmobu)

[vxiphoid]

PIXELATED ZEN

❨ summary ❩ genshin › genshin men playing minecraft with you ((ft. alhaitham, itto, cyno, diluc, kazuha, kaeya, heizou, & xiao))

tags ✧ modern au, drabble, fluff, chaotic energy, not proofread, cursing, ooc(?), established relationship, gn!reader, kaeya sets a forest on fire, alhaitham does not appreciate bees, mentions of pixelated deaths

amanuensis’ message ⊹ IM NOT TRYING TO KILL MY OTHER FANDOMS I SWEAR… im gonna back up from twst for a bit (im literally posting scarabia soon.) you can clearly tell who my favorites are… this unlocked a whole different part of my brain holy shit im deceased

⌜200+ e/chara ⌟

♫ blossom - t. shan

genshin masterlist

ALHAITHAM

╰┈➤ tbh he thinks minecraft is stupid, i mean, why not read a book instead of burning the images of pixels into your eye sockets😒 yeah, he’d just rather books. its a game about blocks, what could possibly be so interesting? he will admit the music is… nice. its nostalgic even though he’s never heard the track before. his favorite animals are the axolotl idk they’re his little pookies. its their little stick arms, they look so silly… as soon as haitham found out that you could color things its over, he make some sweet things like putting a sign on top of your shared house with both initials with colored dye. he’s so happy, just not very vocal about it, but he has the smallest of smiles. he definitely has headphones with the crochet sprout on it omg😭 alhaitham does not like bees whatsoever, they stung him for trying to get food. he just wanted honey :[

“look, the dog’s collar is blue. and the sign’s letters are green and then if you add a glow squid’s ink, it lights up.”

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ARATAKI ITTO

╰┈➤ he has waited YEARS for someone to play minecraft with him omfg. certified snack hoarder for times like these. you both literally hit each other to show love, you’ve accidentally killed him once bc he didn’t tell you that he had like half a heart… itto likes the water, hates the guardians because who do you think you are attacking him out of nowhere??? gets one shotted by the elder guardian while trying to fight it with a stick and then blames it on magma blocks pulling him down. GAMING WITH HIM IS NEVER CALM GODS💀 you cannot lay on him or anything bc as soon as those cave sounds or disc 13 start playing, he’s already done sprung out of his seat. his screams are actually really funny though, you got him a cat from how much he’s been assaulted by creepers. when you introduced him to shaders, he was so in awe. “babe i have a shadow!” type of excitement JAKEJEJDMnda.

“the cat’s name is sir arataki the third, you are now my loyal guard cat. who’s an adorable little guy?”

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CYNO

╰┈➤ look at this nerd (affectionate), ofc he plays cubecraft. loved it so much that when he didn’t have the actual game, he would play the really bad knockoffs💀 plays on console so you can sit between his legs, lean back, and game with him. cyno hate the split screen because he always gets confused on what side he’s on so he lets you use his switch, that way you’re both still comfortable. he’s more of an explorer if you do get mod packs for him, likes the horror ones the most. there’s nothing like hitting the enemy or shit talking the thing that could potentially one shot you with your s/o‼️ yall crouch a lot, its like a little dance. he really likes the disc “far” it itches his brain in the right way. definitely downloads the little raccoon mobs but then regrets it because he gives up all his berries to them, look at their little begging arms, literally how can you say no to that?? AND THEY WASH THE BERRIES. you both fall asleep to the ambience and to each others breathing all cuddled up ‘n warm. cyno absentmindedly sings the music while chopping wood or mining that shit has you SLUMPED. he kisses your head when you fall asleep, smiling like a silly goober.

“do-do-do-do do-do-do-do do, neow neow neow nneow neeeowwww… huh? oh, i’m almost done then we can go to bed, yeah? i’ll charge the switch too, don’t worry. just rest.”

(he’s singing that one part in danny lmfao)

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DILUC

╰┈➤ diluc does not understand the concept of minecraft but its okay, he’s just happy to be here. he also doesn’t call it minecraft but “cave game”, the original name, he did his research though it is rare that he actually calls it minecraft. found out that you could breed animals and accidentally made a pack of wolves. diluc is really good with redstone its actually insane😭 he’s the type to protect you the whole time while you’re getting flowers for the house, boyfriend bodyguard. diluc doesn’t play much because of his job but when he does, he’s prepared to sit for hours and spend time with you :(. these are the times where he’s most affectionate, randomly kissing your cheek, getting water for the both of you before you play, etc. luc loves the mod pack “industrial”, he can build machines, how neat is that??? also it has way more OMFP with the added features it has yk? he likes the trains :D

“is the water running…? the water’s running, they have moving windmills!”

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

╰┈➤ kazuha has the most expensive equipment yet doesn’t use this shit half of the time unless he’s streaming with heizou??? like im talking msi infinite rs pc, multiple monitors, a graphic drawing tablet, headphones with immaculate sound quality AND!!! the ear cups have fucking cyberpunk 3d wing guards on them. but anyways, minecraft, yes, he plays. in fact, kaedehara has about 10 beaten hardcore worlds every time a new update comes out, he must beat the game again. he rarely plays minecraft without his shaders so when you want to play the original og minecraft, he doesn’t mind, he actually enjoys the nostalgia. so much so the music is actually his background music when he’s just lazing around. words cannot express how much he dislikes (hates) wardens omg. he’ll protect you from them but if there were diamonds behind a warden, ig he’s going somewhere else😭 kazuha gives you random shit, weather that be something really sweet or questionable…

“love, do you want my rotten flesh? here<3 oh! and, i also got you some steak, you’re low on hearts…”

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KAEYA

╰┈➤ he’s heard of it, watched people play, just never played it. but when he does… he’s a menace. kaeya got his hands on flint and steel and set an entire jungle on fire… but he can be sweet sometimes! you’re the one protecting his ass while he walks around at night UNARMED to gather blue flowers for you. like you’re cute, but take a shield or something😭 he’s jumped off of a tall building before and landed on half a heart for a stack of bread you didn’t want. he’s rather oblivious to the mobs around him, he once thought shulkers were friends because they were just “silly little guys in little boxes” yk until they almost killed him. you bought him his own skin and introduced him to parrots and now its his favorite animal, he looks like a pirate!!! kaeya is chaotically sweet.

“yes, you almost died protecting me but how could you resist my everlasting love plus pixelated blue flowers?”

(has a cat unironically named ice spice LMFAO)

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SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

╰┈➤ your boyfriend is good at literally anything else BUT minecraft. its the way this game constantly has it out for him too like what did bro do??🙁 heizou stream’s with kazuha every now and again and on those, he still doesn’t know what to do… he’d rather play on the servers, bedwars in particular. extremely good at bw, you’d rather NOT be his enemy😭😭 wins almost every single game even when he carries, rank 98 in the server. yet when it comes to a casual server between you and him, the chats are filled with his deaths and his hashtagged rages💀 heizou despises silverfish which is also why he hates going into strongholds, they could get stomped on for all he cares! >:( he has texture packs with really beautiful skies and then a picnic mod so he can stargaze with you and eats minecraft cake :(<3

“oh. babe, green is heading for our bed, no pressure or anything. i loovveee youuu😚”

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XIAO

╰┈➤ xiao has the MOST downloaded mod packs, shaders, and worlds. not very expensive mod packs most of the time but when they are, they’re always good. spends his time fighting off mobs at night, #1 totem holder. he even has his own custom skin!!! he’s kinda been waiting for you to ask so when you do play mc together, you already have your own room, but when you voluntarily move your bed into his room to sleep… he melts. xiao loves cuddling while the two of you play, he’d rather your arms around him than the other way around, feels more intimate. you have matching hoodies for occasions like this. he has the dragon mod pack and has his own golden and orange dragon named ‘li’. he doesn’t talk while gaming, curses silently when he gets hit, but other than that doesn’t talk. if you want to talk, he’ll listen, he likes hearing about your day :].

“no, keep talking. i’m listening. see, li’s listening too.”

[0zzysaurus]

I don’t know too much about Wreck-Gar but I love him and his Tv talk, and Hotrod/Rodimus is underrated so uh…*looks at you with my big eyes from around the corner

Everything, I wanna know,,,

THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To be fair, I chose a bad time to ask for asks because mannnn the WORK I need to be doing right now… I’ll throw out some silly headcanons I have :]]

• So I generally ship them kinda platonically? Kinda not. They’re besties in my eyes. Absolute ride-or-die best friends til the end. May that friendship occasionally involve a little bit of making out, as totally-just-best-friends tend to do? Perhaps… May it involve a little bit of uhhh, let’s say exploration? Possibly… I mean, name a pair of best friends that don’t bone each other after one too many Energon cubes and a long night of giddily enjoying one another’s company? Exactly.

• Junkions in my mind are so crazy with the public displays of affection it’s wild. They’re hugging and kissing and dancing with total strangers in TF1986, you’re telling me they aren’t going ham on each other? I don’t have to repeat myself about the planet-wide polycule thing with Wreck-Gar the leader at the top of the pecking order, but I do think that the hivemind mentality may have ramifications for Wreckrod as a ship. By that I mean, I think Wreck’s very special friendship with Hot Rod may also translate to the rest of the clan. If Hot Rod had to say it himself, “This is my boyfriend, and my boyfriends one hundred thousand sparkmates who protect me with their lives.” I have very complex thoughts about how the Junkions function in general and how they came about, as well as the viability of them not having access to Wreck for long periods of time, but I’ve found ways to let the Junkions continue on as normal while their leader goes off on silly adventures with his pal. That way is, they have set work schedules planned millennia in advance. They’ll be just fine for a couple of years, but it might cause some unexpected sparkache in Wreck to be gone for too long.

• Going in with my favourite — When they first met and Hot Rod gave him the universal greeting, Wreck had absolutely no fucking idea what it meant. Like, it would be so ridiculously funny if his recollection of their first meeting was essentially — he saw a really handsome red and orange robot talk utter gibberish right to his face and thought “wow fr?? You’re saying total nonsense rn?????? That’s crazy of you let’s be best friends forever and ever and ever”. A whole relationship built on stupidity <3

• I’m always thinking about that dip they do when they’re dancing… Why’d you do that, Roddy? Why’d you cradle that giant manifold robot in ur arms and dip him ballroom-dance-style like that? A question I’ll never have an answer to, but one that I like to think about often…

• Oh? An absolute banger nickname headcanon? Wreck calls Hot Rod “Rodney” because why wouldn’t a cockney TV-talking robot name his new bestie after the bloke off Only Fools and Horses? Way easier to say that over “Rodimus Prime” at the very least. Not to mention, like, how absolutely drop-dead adorable is that for a nickname? C’mon now… It’s SO cute. They meet up again after a long time apart at some Council of Worlds ambassador meeting, everything has been so formal and respectable so far, and out bounds this Junkion who is so excited he’s shouting the silliest human-orientated nickname for a Prime. What a goober. No social decorum. Probably tackle-hugs him too. If he’s gonna do that to a total stranger in Collect and Save (TFLegends 2004) then I can’t see why he wouldn’t absolutely knock his bestie to the ground in front of every diplomat in the galaxy.

• In G1 S3, when Wreck shows up again for the first time in the cartoon, Ultra Magnus has no idea what he’s talking about (for obvious reasons, bro is talking TV…). But not only does Rodimus understand him perfectly, he can translate! Bilingual king moment for Roddy, but also I like the idea that they actually chat over comms all the time and Rodimus has got really good at understanding TV-Talk, though maybe with a little bit of help from Kup as well, since he also knows a few phrases here and there. Maybe he “studies” TV as well so he can expand his vocabulary for his buddy? I bet on trips to Cybertron it can get a little awkward or distressing when no one understands what Wreck is trying to say, but Roddy is there coming in clutch to translate.

• I think it would be cute if all the Junkions developed a sort of shyness to Cybertronians after a while. It becomes a little too obvious when you hang out with Autobots all the time that your frame is just spare parts and scrap metal, so Wreck likes to be in motorcycle-mode more often than not. That’s okay though, because being his partner’s off-road ride to anywhere means they’re always together on adventures. I think it would be silly if we get a couple centuries in and Rodimus’ current companion group don’t even realise that his motorcycle is a sentient bot. Like, oh, isn’t it weird that our captain sleeps in the garage with his motorcycle? Isn’t it weird that he speaks to it and pets it and gave it a name? They probably assume the TV-talk is quite literally just radio babble that happens to occasionally line up with what Rodimus is saying. That’ll be a fun surprise for everyone when suddenly this big ol’ Junkion appears and starts manhandling their leader.

Anyways, I REALLY need to do my work, so that’s all u get for now. If you have any specific prompts or scenarios I would he VERY HAPPY to provide answers :]]

[soapyghost]

Comrade, I humbly request Graves being a lovesick goober. Just an absolute mess for fem!reader and, if you’re feeling silly, the 141 and Los Vaqueros roasting him mercilessly for it.

Southern Comfort- Graves x F!Reader

A/N: Now this. This I can get behind. This is gonna be in the same AU as Snow- but pre the betrayal! Because I HC graves to be an absolute smoosh southern boi (and he deserves just some adorable lil fluff before the trauma) Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of violence if you squint and then a liiiiiiil bit of nsfw at the very end. nothing insane. just some smoochin

“Ye-fuckin’ ha 3-1 copy that. All Shadows, Oscar” Graves voice over the radio instantly bringing a smile to your face. He was coming home. You knew it was silly to worry every time Graves went on a mission without you but you couldn’t help it. You felt truly useless sitting at base and not out in the field; but he had insisted on you staying back and keeping your ear to the radio signal for el Sinombre.

It was incredibly hard to not tackle Phillip the minute he stepped foot of the plane, and it took every ounce of self control to keep yourself in line. You knew Graves felt the same, it was written all over his face “Shadows! 141! Los Vaqueros! Mission success- drinks on me” Graves whooped and the entire base erupted into cheers and “yup yup”’s.

After what felt like an eternity you two were finally alone. You had an hour to decompress before it was time to meet everyone at the bar outside of base. After a quick shower you and Phillip settled onto the couch in the lounge just enjoying the presence of each other. His strong arms around you, the feeling of home. You had just closed your eyes to soak in the moment when you heard Alejandro yell ��Holy shit Hermano! I didn’t know you even knew how to relax. Let alone have a-“

“Shut up Alejandro” you mutter, snuggling deeper into Graves chest. You hear him chuckle as he walks away. You knew you were about to get absolutely grilled at the bar, but that could wait for 15 more minutes of bliss.

You didn’t know when but the rhythm of Phillips heart and breathing lulled you to sleep. He moves slowly to lean down and kiss you on the forhead “My love, we have to go” his southern accent thick, just like it is when he first wakes up. He must have fallen asleep as well, “mmmm 5 more minutes” you murmur as you nuzzle him. “Sugar, we’re already late. They’re gon’ come in here n’ drag us” he whispered, peppering you with kisses. He moved from your forhead down to the tip of your nose, finally landing to give one of his honey sweet kisses. “I could just carry you” he muses. “Absolutely not. We’re already going to get so much shit” you sigh.

The bar was packed to the brim with drunken happy bodies. Missions that were successful without any casualties were far and few between. You and the whole squad decide to do some shots in honor of a mission well done. Of course it’s fireball, which makes your eyes water as it goes down. You sputter and catch your breath as Graves’s calloused hands grab on to your shoulders “ya alright doll?” He asks, leaning down close. Chuckles escape from behind you, but he doesn’t move. His face turns a bright red, maybe from the alcohol or maybe from embarrassment. You force a laugh and nod your head, as you shoot the 141 task force a dirty look.

“I’m surprised you even let her out yer sight Graves” soap laughs, “if she’d get a paper cut your world might fall apart!” Soap and Gaz burst out laughing. Phillip roles his eyes as he lets you go and settled back down on the bar chair.

“Yeah Graves, what would you do if she ever got hurt?” Price asks. He tilts his head as Phillip turns an even brighter shade of red. “Sh-she can handle her own” he stutters out. Which only sends the task force into another round of chuckles. “And what about that snuggle sesh in the common room earlier!” Gaz shouts out. This causes Graves to groan and put his head on the table. “At least he gets some, unlike some people here” you spit back as you take a sip of your drink.

Halfway through your third drink you stand up to excuse yourself to the bathroom and Graves stood up to escort you. The table of 141, Alejandro and Rudy all nearly burst out laughing. You both turn and shoot a look at Price- “what?” Graves growled. The two of them widen their eyes and hold their hands up in mock defeat. You roll your eyes as you turn around head towards the bathroom. As you reach the door you feel a familiar grip on your waist as you’re shoved against the wall. A giggle escapes your throat as you look up in those beautiful blue eyes.

“They want a show? I’ll give ‘em a show” he growls, his lips crashing int yours. You can taste the cheap beer and fireball on his lips. It’s not often that he shows this much affection in public so you’re going to soak it all in. You part your lips for his tongue and whip up one leg onto his back as the whoops from your table grow louder.

You break away first to catch your breath, “You know they’re going to give you shit for this” you whisper, another giggle escaping your throat. “So what? They don’t get to do this” he replies as he grabs your hand and pulls you into the bathroom door and clicks the lock.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 34

welcome to the thirty-fourth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics. 

1. Red Poppies by @icypantherwrites

Hanahaki (with a twist) AU — Lance has never experienced a case of Hanahaki this bad. He wishes he could say it’s just the amount of flowers he’s coughing up and desperately trying to hide from the team, just as he’s trying to hide the fact that he technically died at Omega Shield from them, but it’s not just that. It’s the fact he keeps choking out red poppies. And red poppies...

They symbolize death.

the most interesting take on hanahaki ive ever seen tbh. i know icy panther is known for her edgier storytelling, but this is one of my faves of hers! i like the originality of it, and of course i adore the addressing of the omega shield disaster

2. Voltron: Last Dialogue by @uncouth-peasant [IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH]

After the events of Omega Shield, the Astral Plane has a visitor.

okay look i know everyone freaks about major character death but im asking u to read this anyway. for one its only IMPLIED, technically lance could still be alive, and also it’s just a really well-written fic. lance and shiro have so so so much potential with how similar their characters and arcs are, so i loved how this one explored that in its heartbreak

3. The Poison of Deceit by @icypantherwrites

This diplomatic mission is not going the way Lance had hoped. The diplomacy part on behalf of Voltron is going fantastic and Lance doesn’t think he’d be remiss in saying he had a large hand in that. But the whole impress Shiro bit is an epic fail as Shiro doesn’t seem to notice his efforts at all and it’s only worse with Keith showing him up at nearly every turn. The aliens they’re working on the alliance though have noticed his efforts. But as Lance stands here now, Shiro and Keith’s lives along with a vial of poison in his hands, he isn’t so certain that was a good thing.

the fuckin ‘i drank poison to save your life’ trope will NEVER get old idc idc. the heart dropping moment when the team realises that by doubting lance they may have cost him his life...insanity fr. like i eat this shit up every time

4. blind spots by @adelfie

Lance knows something’s wrong.

Keith turns his gaze on him, dark eyes latching onto him like an anchor.

Normally this is when Lance can think of something stupid to say to make Keith smile. Bonus points if he can get a laugh. Usually it isn’t hard — smiles come easy when it’s them. But something is wrong, and Lance knows that Keith’s smile will be the farthest thing from him if he says it.

-- Lance gets hurt during a mission with Keith and the Blades.

blade pining down bad keith in startled awe of bamf lance...it eats every single time like lets be honest my friends. bamf lance in every flavour is delectable but through keith’s view????? oh god it’s something special

5. Isn’t There A White Knight by @bosstoaster-writing

Kink Meme FIll: "In the first episode, Lance says that Shiro is his hero. But Shiro is still just a guy in his mid twenties, and we've seen him join in on silly stuff ("Blam blam blam!").

So what I want is five times Lance sees Shiro do dorky, ridiculous things, and one time he realizes he'd still follow this dork to Hell and back."

C'mon, as if I could pass that up.

five plus one? check. lance learning to know his idol as a human? check. gentle and careful and clumsy relationships? check. and dorky loser goober shiro, my love and light? CHECK CHECK CHECK. this fic is so so fun. shiro should get the right to be a dorky goober at all times and anyone who writes that is my hero

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[tummyisyummy]

🧠 💀 for all your BC ocs, please :>

Let me get my list real quick 🚶🏾‍♂️

🧠- what do you like most about the oc

💀-Do your ocs have any phobias

Levi

🧠-I like everything but mostly his personality!

💀-he has entomophobia! Which is the fear of insects in general. Fun fact, he screams every time he sees a big spider

Mathew

🧠- I love the way he’s designed 😊 He’s just so huggable and so sad looking it’s adorable !!!

💀- he has anthrophobia which is the fear of people. His is minor but he does NOT like crowds or lots of people. He doesn’t even like to talk to them. He’s working on it tho👍

Ziya

🧠- I also like his design/concept. He also has rlly cool powers(that only I’ve seen) Green is a creative color and It causes me to create so many cool characters

💀- He doesn’t fear anything. It’s actually rlly hard to scare him. He doesn’t know why he’s like that 🤷🏽‍♀️

Clara

🧠-lol I barely mention her but I love her whole concept . A pink girl holding a big axe is like my favorite thing ever

💀-coulrophobia which is the fear of clowns. This happened because of a birthday party she had. One look at the hired clown and she started crying. Poor guy didn’t know what he did wrong.

Ophina

🧠- I like her eyes 👁️. Very cat like

💀-another entomophobia lol . They’re just so nasty to look at🤷🏽‍♀️

Cesar

🧠- His personality 😊 he’s just such a sweetheart bro 😭. He loves his family and would do anything for them . Fun fact out of all my ocs he gives the best hugs!!

💀-he has thanatophobia. (Fear of death so it relates to losing a loved one)After losing his first wife and seeing the decline of Mathew’s mental health he’s just been kinda of worried. He doesn’t want to lose anymore close family .

Vasilios

🧠- I love his hair. It’s such a pretty red. I love colors 😋

💀- I couldn’t find like a good official term for it but he just fears not being liked/loved. His dad doesn’t like him so he goes to his citizens for praise.(uhh fun fact they don’t like him either )

Theodora

🧠- I love her wings😆 They’re HUGE!! like bigger than Levi huge

💀- ig she would have atelophobia which is the fear of not being perfect or something. Idk she just fears not being strong enough.

Yanira

🧠- I love her energetic personality. She’s so cool y’all 😭 She always brightens up the mood of any room!!!

💀- sadly she also has thanatophobia. She lost her dad when she was young and she has gotten over it for the most part… BUT this great, amazing little guy named Mathew started to make her fear losing him🙄. (Fun fact Mathew somewhat gets worse)

Njeri

🧠- SHES STRONG 😆 and canonically super buff too 🦅

💀- she has thanatophobia. This only started again because of a small little ginger guy named Mathew. When she first met him the first thing she noticed was how depressed/ low energetic he was. She knows Cesar is trying his best with him but Mathew is just pushing him away. She’s afraid she might she him dead one day.

Dahlia

🧠- She’s a silly goober like Levi. She might not look like it but she’s funny 😋(personality)

💀- guess who also had thanatophobia. “Had” because when she got her big injury she didn’t was stressed out about dying and Leaving little levi alone. It sort of delayed her healing process but as she was getting better it slowly went away.

I’m not going to include new Gen au here I just don’t have enough ideas besides design 🚶🏾‍♂️ um but if I do this again I’ll start to include them 👍

[jaybluebugs]

Improvement!!!

Raghhhh hi guys!! Unfortunately I don’t have access to my drawing tablet, left it at my cousin’s house like the silly that I am, so I haven’t really been able to upload any new drawings.

So instead I’ve decided that I’ll show some redraws I’ve done of old art in the past few months!!

Thanks @justahuman667 for helping me to decide <33

Ordered from oldest to most recent:

1. Pepper the cat

Yes, believe or not this is the oldest of all the redraws I’ll be showing you. This was back when lil Jay was still developing her art style and wasn’t sure what she wanted it to look like, awwww womp womp </3 I believe I redrew it when I was 13 going on 14. Anyway, you’ll probably never see Pepper again; back into the oc graveyard she goes.

2. Raccoonpaw

Mwah mwah mwah oh Raccoonpaw my sonnnn, honestly all of my ocs are my babies and to be fair Raccoonpaw over here was made WAYYY before Cooper, all the way back when I was in fifth grade I think (I’m in tenth now)

BONUS: His sister, Sandpaw (They’re extremely close 💞)

Ahhh I LOVE HER SM too! My sympathetic yet snarky little gurl. Don’t be fooled by her constantly warm smile, because she won’t hesitate to sass you if you mess with her, her overly-forgiving Raccoonpaw, and her mother, Bluestorm, that she adores

3. Pigeonfeather

Years later and I’ve finally learned to spell pigeon, huh? Lol anyway the redraw was really more of a doodle so I didn’t really put that much effort into it. Either way MWAH MWAN MWAH I LOBE HIM HE LIKE ONE OF MY OLDESR OCS EVER. But yeah it’s nice seeing my style develop :]

4. And last, but certainly not least, Sagetail

Ohhhh looking at this one just makes me so happy. You guys can not understand how much love I hold for this silly goober. He’s definetly not one of my oldest ocs, well compared to my other ones at least. But even still, I love him so so so so so so much like one time I’ve been hyperfixated on him for like a month like oh my goodness, my love <3

If y’all would like me to post more content like this showing my improvement, just let me know! 🩵

[red-panda-agere]

Regressor! Retsuko (aka Regressive Retsuko)

(!¡! Alcohol mention !¡!)

The most spoiled princess in the whole world (/nsrs) because Dada doesn’t know how to say no when she feels brave enough to ask for treats at the store, and usually all she wants is attention and cuddles.

Usually somewhere between 3-5 but goes even younger when sick or super stressed

Initially, she thought the whole idea of regressing was pointless and a waste of time, but found herself trying it out when she was living alone. She’d been looking up coping mechanism/stress relievers with Gori and Washimi once, and the topic came up. When she finally told them about it later, she was super stubborn about them babying her, and would whine when they tried, until she eventually just clung to one of them.

Haida is her main caregiver “Dada” but sometimes Washimi “Mimi” and Gori “Roro” babysit. They adore little Retsuko and absolutely SPOIL her.

She regresses bunches, especially at the end of the day after long days of work.

She clings to her caregivers, not ever really feeling safe without them.

Loves watching Haida play video games, and sometimes Dada lets her play some with him like Slime Rancher or Animal Crossing

-He bought her one of those fidget toy game controllers so she can pretend to play when Dada’s playing a game that’s a little too difficult for her. This usually results in her becoming disinterested after an hour or so or she’ll chew on the controller toy.

“Princess” “Little star” “Baby panpan” are her favorites, but her Dada calls her a bunch of silly names. “Goober” “Kiddo” “Squirt”

Contradictory to her online and karaoke presence, she likes being Dada’s little princess with tiaras and cute little dresses. Retsuko is the sweetest little princess ever.

She tends to be a pretty behaved little one, very good at listening and all around just a happy baby. She’s not fussy often.

-Fussy Retsuko is usually the result of too much work and stress, and she’ll be too stubborn to admit she’s regressed/regressing, and this ends in her regressing anyways but still denying it, or finally admitting she’s little and crying into Dada’s shoulder.

Lots of soft toys like plushies from her favorite games and shows

One of her favorite things is to make cookies with her caregivers.

Gori and Washimi take her out shopping often just to spoil and endulge her regression, wanting to buy her more toys, outfits, and pacifiers every time. They always bring her home with bags of new stuff. They’re like the excited aunts who always demand pictures of her in outfits they bought, as well as being the one to take Retsuko out to do super fun stuff.

Loves when Haida sings, especially lullabies. She thinks his guitar playing is one of the best things ever.

Since she’s a red panda, and shorter than most, she has an easier time regressing with them and feeling little.

-She really likes the little play sets meant for kids, like the miniature toy kitchens, and likes to play restaurant with her Dada and sometimes with Mimi and Roro. Oddly enough, for a lot of toys in sizes for larger animals, she fits them perfectly. They sometimes buy toys that would be for lion children because they’re bigger than red pandas, so they actually fit her even though she’s an adult.

She carries her pink blankie around like she’ll die if she doesn’t.

Even though she’s little, she likes to listen to her ‘big girl music’ that helps with stress relief as well. (It’s okay to listen to big kid music when you’re little, at least just some to an extent!)

Teethes ALOT and has to have teether toys, even at work

Retsuko will insist on sleeping next to Haida often, even if he sleeps on the couch. She will climb out of bed and drag Haida to it if she has too, wanting to sleep on his chest.

“Hmmm…Retsuko?” Haida asks tiredly, feeling a tug on his sleeve. Retsuko whines, wobbling a bit as she tries to pull him up now. Her footing was unsteady, her socked paws slipping a bit. “Dada! Bed!” She whined, not asking, but demanding. The hyena laughed tiredly, sitting up on the couch. Retsuko just continued pulling his hand, whining more and more. She loses her footing, and almost falls down onto her bottom, but Dada, being as cool and awesome as he is, caught her before she could fall. “Alright goober, let’s get YOU to bed, yeah?” Retsuko whined at him, but was glad they were going to bed now, holding onto his shoulders as she was held now.

When she regresses from large amounts of stress or genuine trauma, like the big event at the end of season 3, she just lays in her caregivers’ laps and cries until she falls asleep. She hates doing it and is ashamed with herself when it’s over. She feels embarrassed about getting extremely upset and the first thing she wants is to wear a pink onsie, get her paci, and cry into someone’s shoulder.

She is very embarrassed to do so, but she has a Seiya plushie she carries around and cuddles all the time.

She’s regressed at work a few times, and immediately calls Gori and/or Washimi for help because she genuinely can’t mask her regression.

Alcohol is not allowed to be consumed by or in front of her when little, she will whine and try to make her regression to have some. Even when she is allowed to have some when big, she will cry and regress afterwards if she has too much, and it’s not fun for anybody involved.

Loves being read to, but enjoys Haida’s stories he makes up much more. Sometimes they’ll draw together, and he’ll draw out one of his stories for her in little doodles.

Retsuko likes to crawl alot, but since she’s substantially shorter than Haida, he likes to ‘help her walk’ by holding her hands and letting her waddle with his help. Even if it’s a little silly, she giggles the whole time.

“Look at my little princess go! Walking like such a big girl!” Haida praises as she waddles through the bedroom, holding one of his pointer fingers in each hand. “Dada! I walkin!” She giggles as she takes another wobbly step, her socked paw taking another step forward, making her giggle even more. Haida’s tail wagged excitedly, proud of his little Retsuko. “You’re doing so good princess!”

(Sorry this one’s a little short guys, I’m gonna try to keep these a bit shorter so I can post more, but I’m pushing for a minimum of 25 headcanons every post like this, including the little mini stories. I’m trying to do more, and I tend to do a lot more for characters I’m super duper passionate about, but I’m sorry for the shorter posts guys)

[linaisfunny]

Siren headcanons but they’re not TOOOOOO sad (only a little)

#1. He’s bad at math. He is BAD at math. “Quick, what’s 3 X 6?”

“Huh?……….4?”

But he’s a prodigy at English/history MAYBE science if I’m feeling nice today. Like Sharkspear over here doesn’t know 2 + 2.

2#. He’s good at singing. (Please give him SOME talents yall he can’t only be a goofy goober). His mother named him Siren for a REASON. He loves doing it to, him and his dad used to sing together when he couldn’t sleep. It’s a softer part of him. However, he is MORTIFIED to do it infront of others. He was caught by Kappa one day and never lived down the embarrassment. (Kappa DEF begged him to sing again)

(Listen to caraphernelia by Pierce the veil. Emo but accurate)

3#. His hair is actually wavy/pretty curly. (Shoal kinda looks like he does) but has NO idea how to take care of it so he just leaves it sticking up. He’d be the type of kid to smack his hairbrush against his head while crying. He’s broken brushes and can’t even USE combs.

4#. He has a lighter voice. Softer and sillier. Like, Kappa would have the deeper quieter of the two while Siren would sound like a cartoon character. Or new reporter but sillier. The second you talk to this guy you just KNOW he’s gonna be your best friend till you walk away. Like, it’s not harsh but it has bass to it. He’s not particularly loud but you WILL hear him if he wants to be heard. VOICE CRACKS WHEN HES HAPPY.

5#. He THRIVES talking to people. Loved it. Could talk for HOURS and still want to keep going. Talking about life, their thoughts, his thoughts, stupid rants. Anything. He takes control of group convos and just LEADS. Why? Because he’s just charming and funny, literally social sweetheart. Always DELIGHTED to make new friends.

6#. He is literally a walking cartoon character. His voice, the way he talks, the things he says, his laugh, the way he talk with his hands, the way he reacts literally EVERYTHING about him is so expressive and fun to watch. He’s the funnest person to talk to because he’ll ALWAYS give you a reaction and funny joke. He’s basically pinkie pie just as a dude and shark.

Blue pinkie pie.

7#. Cries to art. He is MOVED by music and paintings and LITERATURE and literally everything that the arts includes.

8#. (YOU CAN IGNORE THIS ONE ITS CRINGE) but since he wasn’t able to really spar and train with the other sharks, I think he’d be on the softer, plusher side. Easy to hide through clothes or sucking in with the public but I dunno. I thought it would make sense. He would be DEATHLY insecure though. Sorry Siren ❤️

9#. He is the FUNNIEST mf in the entire Shark castle. Like he’s so naturally witty and sharp that people are intimidating. Comedic gold. (Or it could be his complete resting bitch-COUGH-unamused face) He’s just so clever and uses that to make jokes and make others laugh.

10#. He giggles like “hehehe😈” and laughs like “HAHAH *gasp* HAHAHA” on repeat. Hyena laugh but it’s cute. Throws his head back and laughs loudly and freely. Siren definitely has a smile that just RADIATES joy and happiness. Sweetest thing ever.

11#. Adores horror, but definitely jumps and screams at jump scares. Like, he’ll search and listen to horror stories for HOURS but then be too paranoid after to turn the lights off. Loves the thrill of it. Then hates the anxiety after.

12#. He’s a goofy goober. Just a funny guy. (Pretty neurodivergent). He’s shark Jerma basically. Or a nicer Scout. But he is just a silly guy.

[love-anddeepression]

HI ECHO!!!

I’m in love with you so I’m sending in a request

Could be spicy could not be

Joel with a reader who loves using her camcorder, recording Joel making his guitars, building, christmases, parties, dinners, you name it, she loves capturing their moments together

They’re driving together in the country, on a run outside of Jackson, and she has her camera and he looks to her and just “you ever thought about using that for somethin’ a little more… intimate, peach?”

Smut. Smut in the backseat of his truck. He’s just recording how you take him, and it’s so intimate and sweet.

GOOBER HI&lt;33

so i actually don't write smut much so i decided to make this extra fluffy to compensate<33 i hope you like the ending :DD please tell me how you like it!

Three times Joel is in front of the camera and two times he's behind.

The first time he sees the camcorder recording him, he playfully shoves it out of his face and raises an exasperated eyebrow at his girl, who just smiles sweetly at him.

The second time, he finishing up with a guitar and he groans as he sees the blasted thing in his peripheral vision.

" Come on, Joel! Smile for me!" she says, laughing a little at his expression and much to his horror, he finds himself smiling widely at the camera before looking away. The sounds of delight that come from her make his lips twist again as he looks at her features that are bathed in golden sunlight.

"What?" she asks, the camera still in her hand.

He says nothing, only walks over and kisses her softly, rendering her speechless. He takes the opportunity and quickly snatched the camcorder and bolts out the door.

Later, they both laugh at the recording of his cheeky high pitched chuckle as her banshee screams echo in the background.

The third time, he's trying to make something for Ellie. And surprise, he's spectacularly failing at baking a cake.

---

His adorable huffs of annoyance make you giggle to yourself as you set the camcorder down on the counter, still recording, as you slowly approach him, caressing his shoulder first so you don't startle him, and hug him from behind as he whisks three eggs and adds them to the flour before anything else.

It's only when the camera starts beeping when she realizes she forgot is was there. By then, the two of them have made the cake and made out against the counter as well.

--

He's never been much of a dancer, before the outbreak, Tommy was the charmer, the one who loved taking girls dancing and bringing them back to his place.

Joel preferred watching. He'd always been the silent, observant older brother. Looking at every detail and aspect of everything around him. It was part of his job description as a construction worker.

That observant part of him slipped in as he shamlessly watched her dance with everyone during christmas celebrations. It's snowing, and cold, and he would be feeling miserable if it weren't for her. His darling, who found it fun to catch him off guard and record him, or who'd kiss him silly whenever she felt like it, his girl who was dancing with the girl who had become his daughter and lip syncing to whatever song was playing.

"I'm finally crazy" he thinks to himself as he goes inside the house and gets out the camcorder. But he can't help himself, he wants this moment to be preserved, so he can look at it again and remind himself why he bothered to go on.

He switches it on and begins to record.

---

This man has faced clickers, he's seen the worst humanity can offer. He's commited atrocious crimes and done much worse.

So he absolutely should not feel like getting out of the moving car and running back all the way to Jackson.

"Hon, you okay?" she asks him as he stops the vehicle near a field.

He only nods, kissing her forehead and breathing deeply as he fished into his bag to fish out her camcorder. When he finally find it, he switches it to records and sets it on the front panel so the both of them are in view.

"Joel?" she looks between him and the camera, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed.

He breathes out.

"Baby-

"What, Joel?" she asks him again, holding his left hand.

"You know I love you right? I'v found you when I thought i might never find it again. Meeting you was how I met Ellie and now we're all a family. An unofficial family." he clears his throat, " I love you so much, darling. And I have to ask you-" he pulls someting out of his pocket. A velvet box.

"Baby, will you make our family official and marry me?"

The last thing the camcorder sees is the loud exclaim of "Yes!" and laughter before it is unceremoniously knocked from it's spot as she lunges for him and kisses him hard.

But it recorded all the sound as well. It's safe to say Ellie won't be getting that camcorder anytime soon.

[rosethreeart]

SOMEONE wanted all 50 asks for romerica and who am I to deny them UwU

this is for you bestie

1. Describe their first date.

They met in the roaring 20s so probably a speakeasy or a silent movie!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Abby wakes up early and Romano could probably sleep past noon and take a nap right after

3. What was their first impression of each other?

Abby: what a charming young man

Romano: HOTTIE!!!

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

They’re constantly touching its ridiculous

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

They bicker like an old married couple but it’s always a joke they hardly ever actually argue. Usually it’s about one of their bad habits; Abby overworking and Romano being a bit of a slob

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

Romano adores make up sex like best way to apologize to him lmao. For Abby you need to show you corrected your behavior or are in the acts of correcting it.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Very!

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Abigail loves how laidback and charming he is. He’s humble, passionate, and always finds a way to see the beauty in something.

Romano loves how smart and dedicated and sweet she is. She has an unwavering sense of kindness and is always willing to try new things!

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

They both dislike how insecure the other is. Sometimes Abby can be way too work oriented and Lorenzo a little too laid back which might make them butt heads a little.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

Cooking, music, and theater!

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

They’re disgusting with how mushy they are. Romano: hot-shot, babe, tiger, hun/honey, sugar, sweetheart

Abigail: bella, bambina, Caramella, amore, my love, my darling, my everything

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

They mope for at least three days straight before slowly going back to being a person lmao. Romano WILL count down to the second to when he could see her again

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

The wrote letters and sometimes still do, and dedicate at least one day a week for talking on the phone

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Overtly

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

Really any Dean Martin song lmao also Absolutely Smitten by Doddie

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

No 💀

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

They communicate pretty well; nether enjoy beating around the bush. They’ve learned to be very open with each other early on in their relationship as it was the only way Abby would actually even consider viewing him as a friend(she has abandonment issues)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

They’re by the others side the whole time

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Abigail is a serial clothes thief. Romano is constantly gifting her jewelry.

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Hugs and cuddles are very effective <3

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

God they crave nothing but it. They constantly talk and think about the lives they would live if they were human

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

Goofy goobers both of them

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Trust, dedication, affection, and understanding

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

They compliment each other and balance each other out although it causes them to clash on the rare occasion

25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?

They have their own separate houses that the other vists

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Abigail has to sacrifice her work time but that’s better for her in the long run so she can’t really complain

Romano had to put down the walls he’s built and that knee jerk defense reaction; once again better for him in the long run

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Kisses on the hand/forehead, doing things for the other like cleaning and cooking, hugs, and holding each other

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Romano!

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

Romano gets in bed first but is usually last to fall asleep; he’s just chilling in there. They’ll usually talk about their day and cuddle till they sleep

(not counting sex lmao)

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Abigail is very much a time spent and verbal love language and Romano is a gift/ task and verbal love language.

I’d say so

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Very at least once a week usually out for dinner or a show or movie

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Romano had like one glass of wine with dinner and that’s it when he’s with her. She doesn’t like alcohol or men drinking/being drunk so he limits it.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Abigail can’t flirt to save her life but she tried and it’s cute so task failed successfully. Have you SEEN Romano?? There’s a reason he keeps winning those polls 😂

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

MANY

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Yeah, they’re both private people and think other nations are nosey. Abigail also gets worried about how other nations views of her might reflect onto him.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

They would want them so badly 😭

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Romano cries more often but I think Abigail is more sensitive but doesn’t show it.

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

Romano

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

I could write a fucking essay on their relationship and everything that built up to it. There’s no real “exact” confession they just kinda slowly morph into being together. First time he said that he loved her was before he went to go fight for the resistance/Allies in WW2

40. Do they have any regrets in their relationship?

Not saying anything sooner I think

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

Neither would be able to cope lmao

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Romano: constantly five seconds from punching her family.

Abigail: a bit jealous of how close he is to spain and Belgium but they treat him well so she’s happy; makes her feel a bit lonely tho

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Romano: would pick something nice and classy, a form fitting dress with jewelry that complements her perfectly

Abigail: do you think she would have the sense of fashion let alone be allowed to ? 😂💀

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

They’re never NOT touching.

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

They give the other reassurance and a shoulder to lean/cry on. They take care of the other even if it’s something simple like brushing/combing their hair or feeding them

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

Serious

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

Spooning all the time

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

YES!! Mainly about how they would want things to be. They just want to be happy together

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

No? Do surprises count? Those are the only “secrets” really.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

No they’re stuck with each other now; you’d have to kill them before you get them off each other

[lifenconcepts]

I’m going insane and litteraly have so many characters I wanna do this for but I guess I’ll do Sherlock Holmes (DESPITE adoring dozens upon dozens upon dozens……. Oh my goodness)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

He’s a goober moober noober.. like.. SO ME!! Also because I adore how well crafted his identity is, my soul yearns for his media (still theorising that I may have been A.C.Doyle in a past life but that’s a stretch) and fascinated by just how much content he has and how immortal the character is.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

He’s a fucking charming idiotic genius, and the sheer number of the silly habits he has is so incredibly sweet. And even under the cold demeanour he has a deep love for John (NOT DUCKING SEXUALORROMANTIC THIS IS PLATONIC, PLATONICNI TELL YOU!!!)

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Nothing he’s perfect <3 but also the entirety of how BBC’s version paints him as this brain dead fucking machine but also they may just coded him to be autistic but I also seethe with rage dude .. they misunderstood and misinterpeted his character so badly and now it’s the ‘proper’ one despite so many different cannons existing!!!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

any old detective movie but I guess they already have many references of his. Uhh maybe into the Silent Screams webtoon, would seem incredible.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Achilles come down 😞🥲 was addicted to listening to it and thinking of him, pretty sure from an edit?

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Isolate, bad habits (sadly not a drug addict yet), loser ass who is still popular in some aspect, people view as almighty geniuses but actually bash their head into the wall when alone, tea addict, misunderstood, love adventures especially dangerous ones, criminal? JUMPS HEAD FIRST, very caring brother, odd bits of intellect in random spheres, autism and adhd coded, adhd paralysis or his ‘bored’ state. Aaggggh Ik I don’t like the BBC version but it’s the one I’m most familiar with :((

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

make a million fanfics of him <3 adore that, thank you so much… feeding me :,)

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

MISINTERPRET HIM!!! HE ISNT A MANIC PIXIE DREAM GORL UWU PRETTY SOFT BOY BEAN COOKIE CINNAMON ROLL HES A FUCKED UP MAN AND HE DESERVES TO BE a SEEN THAT WAY!!! He needs angst and at the same time pleasant and soft moments. He isn’t unfeeling. THE STORY IS FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF JOHN!!

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

YES YEA YES YES YEA YES YES YESYESYESYESYESYESYS YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYSYESYSYYEYSYSYUEYEYSYYEYSYUEUEUEYEYYEYEYEEYYEYSSSSS

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

I’d say good friends but maybe not “best”.

11. Would you date this character?

he’s fucking asexual and likely aromantic and so am I.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Bastard man

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🧐🪶🦴🚕💡📌🗃️📈📉📋 like.. “he likely was the one who killed his sister 🧐” and 🪶 as a sign off like “Alright, good night. Don’t wait for me early. 🪶” and and “New case! 🦴” or just a vague “🚕” followed by John asking “do you need a taxi?” And “💡 He must have used the blue car.” And “Look at the trousers, their stains look oddly familiar. 📌” and like “cobweb on window, knife, glasses, truck marks 🗃️” and like “case going 📈”

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Dark academiaaaaa

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Sherlock x John because 😭 peer pressure but also they’re fine together I totally get if. Atleast it’s not the strange ones.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

him and Mycroft, anything that isn’t family love ☹️

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Sherlock and Greg 👍 like.. eeugghhh? But I get it, it’s nice! But ?????

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

HIM AND MORIARTY? Cue me jumping off the roof

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

what’s with all these ship questions fucking sake (haha dw I get that most ppl and character this fits)

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Greg lestrade lestrade lestrade lestrade

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Making him broke and scared and in painmfnnfncnfnfnnd love it. Also LOVE the fact I can literally bullshir anything and people will still eat it up because so many AUs exist of him and canonical media’s oh my gosh

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

STOP. MAKING HIM. AN UWU SOFT BOY. PLEAAAAASSSSEEEEEE I need that man stubbornly refusing pain and then bleeding out fucking everywhre

23. Favorite picture of this character?

N/A

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Flint Lockwood if Holmes was more unstable and had dad problems :9

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

“holy fuck that’s so me” - “OH MY GOD HE ISNSO ME, THE DEPTH!! THE MISUNDERSTANDING!!!! THE ANSWERS!!!!”

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

The entirety existance of the Russian one <3 <3 oh my goodness best thing to come out of the internet istg

27. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

I need him in a meat grinder and to use him to put out my cigarette. PLEAAAAAASE

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18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

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20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

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23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

27. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

[mariinara]

Mars Mars Mars oh my God. Idk if you’re still taking requests but I just had a thought that I need to share with the class— Nate getting back into his magic phase and at first it’s cute and kinda silly but then he like. Somehow starts bringing it into the bedroom?? And at first reader is like dude really. But then like he cuffs them without them even noticing and they’re like 😳😳😳 idk what else he would do bc Head Empty right now but. Do with this what you will habshabsb

How'd That Get In There..? (Nathan Drake x Reader SMUT!)

A/N: HI YES. Yours truly is still taking requests, indeed, and this is my absolute most favorite concept that anyone has ever left in my dumb little ask box. I just wanna know who you are, anon; Imma give you a (COVID SAFE!!) kiss.

I've thought about it and almost everyone has too. Nate's a weird goober and he definitely brings that dumbass energy into the bedroom.

Warnings: Nate being a silly boy, tacky but impressive magic tricks, and.. uh.. y'know. nasty stuff.

Word count: ~4.2K

"Babe. Check it out!"

You stopped stirring the bubbling pot of chicken cream soup you had on the stove, closed your eyes, and winced, knowing exactly what your husband probably wanted.

Slowly, you turned around and away from the dinner you were preparing, "Yes? Honey?" You saw that big old smile on Nate's face as he stood in the kitchen's doorway and watched him taking those wide strides towards you and you just couldn't help but smile at him.

And then you spotted the deck of playing cards in his hands.

"Oh, my God.." You laughed lightly and threw your head back in exhaustion as your shoulders slumped, "Nate.." You whined.

"Just— Just trust me on this one. 'kay?" He raised his brows and he pursed his lips, holding his breath for your approval.

You thought about telling him that you were busy preparing dinner. You thought about telling him to show you later. But, God, how could you say no to that puppy face of his?

Sure. He was a middle-aged man who was reverting back to his teenage magic phase, but it was ‐ in all honesty - quite endearing and sometimes so very adorable.

Your mouth was open as you contemplated what you wanted to say, and when you settled on a decision, all that came out was a defeated sigh, "Okay.." You surrendered, nodding slowly, "Fine." You found yourself smiling wide as he shot forward to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, "So." You clapped your hands together once, "What are we doin', big guy?"

He handed you the deck of cards, "Here. Shuffle them to your heart's content." He crossed his arms over his chest and stood back, swaying back and forth on the heels and soles of his feet.

"Alright.." You muttered, looking down at the cards as you expertly shuffled them, thanks to your experience with poker when you were younger. And Nate watched you with big, starry eyes. He had that same look on his face as when he first saw you do it. Just awestruck. "There." You made sure the cards were in a neat stack before you looked up at your eager husband, "What now?"

"Uh–" He blinked, then reached out to take the deck from you, "I'll show you the top card and whatever it is, that's your card. Remember it, okay?"

You giggled, "Alright, Nate.." He let you have a peek at the top card and you memorized it to be the five of clubs. So you nodded and stepped back, "Got it."

"Okay. Now watch."

"I'm watchin'.."

He started shuffling the cards again until he was sure that your card was completely lost in the stack. He stopped and took a deep breath, "Just say 'stop' whenever you want me to."

You shifted your weight on your legs and nodded, "Cool."

Nate started riffling down the side of the deck, and when you felt like it, you blurted out a 'stop' and he immediately obliged.

He already had a big grin on his face as he separated the deck into two where you'd told him to stop, "Was this.." He trailed off as he flipped the top card, revealing it to be – indeed – the five of clubs, "..Your card?" He held it up at eye level and, jesus, you were definitely impressed this time.

Your brows arched and you let out a chuckle of disbelief, "That's actually kind'a cool."

"Told'ja." He let you take away the cards and watched you shuffle them.

"How'd you do that?"

"Ah-Ah–" He took the stack away from you again, "If I told you then it wouldn't be as impressive, now, would it?"

You scoffed and shoved his shoulder playfully, "Fine. Keep your secrets." You turned back to the stove, checking on your soup, "Just get the table ready, pretty please? Dinner's almost ready."

"You got it, boss."

For a few days after that, Nate got busy with work and so did you. He'd come back home beat and hungry so he'd eat and sleep and you'd fall asleep a little after him.

And then, came the weekend. Friday. The day when both of you made up for lost time.

So, you and your husband woke up early, made a nice, big Friday breakfast together and talked about new work things and a lot of other non-job-related things. Had a laugh and a nice long talk.

And then, while you were sitting down in the living room, curled up under a blanket in the corner of your couch with a book in hand, Nate disappeared for a while. About thirty minutes. You thought maybe he was taking a nap or a shower or just shaving.

But that didn't prove to be the case when he showed up in front of you again.

You tried. You really tried to keep your eyes on your book. You tried to force your mind to comprehend what you were reading.

But your husband standing there completely still was not at all helping. You were extremely distracted to the point where you couldn't focus on anything else.

With a heavy sigh, your hands dropped to your lap as you shut the book, thumbs between the pages you were on. You looked up at Nate, who looked like he had a frog in his mouth.

You blinked, waiting for him to say something, but when he stared back at you with an unreadable expression on his face, you couldn't help but giggle a little at him, "Can I help you?" You asked.

It happened so quickly. First, his hands went to his stomach, and he looked like he was going to be sick. He retched and his body curled forward twice and he attempted to cover his mouth, and his poor unassuming wife – you – were starting to get extremely concerned and you begged him not to hurl over the couch and to run to the bathroom.

His hands were on his mouth again and he hurled as your hands flew to your mouth to muffle a scream and you backed up against the back of the couch as much as you could, but all that came out from Nate's mouth were..

Playing cards..

You watched the paper flutter onto your lap with wide eyes, your whole body frozen as Nate laughed his ass off.

"God–" You snapped out of it, pushing the blanket off of you, "'S'not funny!"

"Oh— Oh, it wasn't?" He teased, "You should've seen the look on your face." He chuckled, and then started laughing again.

"Ugh.." Your shoulders dropped as you glared at him, displeased that– A] He made you lose your place in your book and, B] He really had you thinking that he was about to throw up all over you, "I'm going upstairs.." You muttered, plucking your book from under the blanket you'd discarded and getting up to your feet.

"No– No, babe–" He called out in between laughs, barely able to jog behind you as you went up the stairs, "Wait–" He chuckled, finally calming down a little, "I'm sorry!" He whined, but you maintained a stubborn strut towards your shared bedroom.

He followed you through the door and sat at your feet while you sat up on your side of the bed, opening the book and petulantly holding it up in front of your face so you wouldn't see him and he wouldn't see you, pretending to read so he could leave you alone but – who the fuck were you kidding? This was Nathan Drake you were dealing with..

He peeked over the book, and you blocked his view of you. He peeked at you from the right, and you blocked again. You did it once again when he peeked from the left.

And then he plucked the book from your hands, making you let out a surprised noise, "Hey!" You nearly shrieked, frowning at him.

"Sorry– Were you reading?" He raised a brow at you, folding the upper corner of the page you were on and bending forward to put the book on your nightstand.

"Yes. Yes, I was." You crossed your arms, still refusing to look at him.

He hummed and moved on the bed so he was snuggled up next to you, his head on your chest and his leg hooked around yours, arm draped over your waist, "Y'know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're mad at me."

You let out a defeated puff of air from your nose, glancing down at his head, then letting your fingers rake through his hair, "Oh, yeah? What gave you that idea?"

He perked his head up and turned on his stomach so he could look at you, a smirk on his face, "I'm perceptive that way."

You snorted, "I'll say.."

He gave you a faux frown, his brows knitting together and his eyes narrowing, "'kay— I'm sensing a tone–"

"You're not—"

"–and I'm just saying—"

You laughed, "There is no tone–"

"I don't like it and–"

"Oh?"

"– something tells me I should do somethin' about it."

Your mouth opened to respond, but, when you realized what he'd said, it just stayed open. Your eyes grew wide and your brows were arched in what could only be described as surprise.

Judging by the little smirk on his face and the tilt of his head, he meant it exactly that way.

But you pulled yourself together and sat up more properly, legs crossed as you leaned forward a little so your face was inches from his when he sat up in the exact same way that you did.

"Okay, big fella.." You nodded slowly, "Got anythin' in mind?"

He clicked his tongue and shrugged, averting his gaze from yours and rolling his eyes in thought, "I dunno— Just a couple. Maybe."

You grinned and glared at him, "Y'know?"

"Hmm..?"

"I think there was just a lil' bit of a tone.." You brought your forefinger and thumb close together, squinting at Nate, "Just a teeny tiny bit.."

Nate chuckled softly and bit down on his bottom lip as he sat up on his knees, reaching to cup your cheeks in his comparatively massive hands and pulling you up to your knees with him, "C'mere.." He muttered, lips engulfing yours in a kiss that was heated and passionate the moment it started.

God, that week was long for you both and work was kicking both your asses and that kiss felt like the start of hours of taking it out on each other in the best of ways..

You could just tell from the way he groaned against your mouth when your tongues danced together as the kiss deepened. You could tell from the way he inhaled sharply when your hands snuck up his pajama t-shirt to feel up his sides.

You'd only pull away for a second before you'd get back into it.

Nate's hands then let go of your cheeks and pushed you down on the bed with just enough force to have you bouncing off the mattress a little.

He didn't even give you a chance to say anything witty. Instead, he dove down again to take your lips in his, tilting his head to get better access. You gripped to the shoulders of his t-shirt, humming against him as the kiss picked up heat quickly once more.

His tongue would brush against yours quickly but he'd pull away to see what you'd do about it, only to see you frowning in disappointment and it'd pull a soft chuckle out of him when you'd force him down again to kiss you properly. He'd eagerly return your kiss once he surrendered to you.

While he was taking his time unraveling you, you wanted him immediately, like you'd forgotten what it felt like for him to be buried inside of you. Fingernails started tantalizingly dragging down his upper body until you reached his pants, placing your hand on his crotch.

Nate took in a sharp breath, heart skipping a beat at the contact and – as if it didn't knock the wind out of him enough – he felt you gently squeeze him, causing him to let out a low moan and his mouth to open in the kiss, giving you complete access and – for once – the upper hand.

He pulled away for a breath but you didn't let up, instantly latching your lips against the skin of his jawline, kissing down his neck and back up to the area below his ear, your hot breath sending him into overdrive while his pine scent lingered in your senses, making you burn for him even more.

He breathed out, feeling your hot, soft lips against his burning skin, making the grip of his hand on your hip tighten.

Everything felt way better than it was supposed to. Even your grip on the hair on the back of his neck felt heavenly.

It worked. He was no longer planning to take his time. He'd had enough and he was going to make you cum as soon and as much as possible. He decided that it was high time that he fulfilled his promise that was due for your attitude.

"Okay‐ Okay." He pulled away from you, the side of his neck still wet with your attempts at giving him hickeys, "My turn." Nate smirked, hands pinning your wrists over your head. The rough callouses dragged up and down the soft skin of your inner forearm as his forehead pressed against yours, and his fingers intertwined with your much smaller ones as he pecked your lips over and over again.

Nate was Nate. Even in bed. It shouldn't have come to a surprise that, when he'd sat up between your legs and you reached to pull his t-shirt off of him, your wrists got pulled back again by some sort of force..

You frowned upon hearing a rattling sound, "Wh–" You pulled your wrists again, seeing him smirk at you before your head snapped up to see what he's done, "Nate..!" You whined in embarrassment.

"I do not wanna hear it." It sounded more like a demand than a tease and, in all cases, it turned you on so very bad that you couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped you when you looked back at him and, suddenly, the cuffs that held you to the headboard weren't so bad.

It saved you the work of unbuttoning your own dress shirt, because he was doing it for you.

"You remember what we talked about last week?" He asked, taking his sweet, precious time with every button he popped off.

You swallowed, wanting to press your thighs together but having him as a barrier between your legs, "N-No?" You whispered, "What?"

His eyes snapped up to look into yours, "Using your words.."

Your face immediately heated up. It felt like it was on fire. God, you remembered the exact scenario at that very moment. He was mercilessly pounding into you that it rendered you tongue-tied when you wanted to ask him to go faster. Only slurred incoherences were drawled out of your mouth and then he said that and, after that, he didn't need to go any faster because that was it.

"Yes.." You quickly nodded, breath hitching when his forefinger dragged down across your lips, chin, neck, between your breasts, and down to the hem of your panties in a feathery caress, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"Good girl.." was his one response. His voiced dropped about an octave and his hand was pressed flat against your stomach as he leaned back down.

If anything was a testament to how painfully horny your were for him, the moment his lips were on your neck was when you thought you'd met your maker. They were slightly chapped and rougher than yours and it soaked your panties beyond imagination. It was a toe-curling, tingling sensation. You could only bite down on your lip painfully to hold back a desperate moan that he'd tease you about later. And it got harder and harder from there. With you not being able to touch him and his mouth leaving those tender kisses down your torso and your breaths getting quicker and heavier, small sounds started leaving you, and Nate shot you looks of hunger, his green eyes darkening in the dim lighting of your room.

He looked at you the way a predator would look at its prey. Your head, however, was thrown back at one point and your eyes were closed, something in you telling you to get it together for what was about to come.

"Let's get that pretty little thing off.." He offered, his head tilted as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs, biting back a grin and a smartass-y comment when your hips lifted in enthusiasm to make it easier for him.

The moment he discarded the panties, he was a whole different Nate.

You didn't fight it. You didn't even pretend you didn't want it. He forced your legs open. Pushed them apart as far as they could go. The stinging cold of his wedding finger pressing against the scalding skin of your inner thigh as he did.

Your toes curled and un-curled in anticipation as Nate looked up at you with daring eyes while lowering his head to approach your pussy, cocking a brow, "You look nervous."

You bit down on your lip, brows furrowing at your infuriating husband, already getting all hot and bothered, "Nate." Your wrists twisted in their confinements gingerly, "Please.."

"Nate, please what?" He challenged.

Your head dropped back into the pillow, "Please.."

"Use your words, hun."

"I want you to eat me out, Nate, please.." Your body flinched as he blew cold air against your pussy, "Oh, God.."

Before he did anything, he left a long kiss on your inner thigh, as a silent 'I love you', his lips lingering on the area, never once lifting his eyes off you. You only let out a shaky breath at his actions, feeling the butterflies burst in your stomach, "Atta girl." He finally said, "Keep your eyes on me." There it was. That demanding tone again. He knew you liked that and he was milking it, but you'd be lying if you said you minded.

You struggled, but you looked at him with squinted eyes and melted brows, entire body already shaking with anticipation.

Eyes boring into yours, Nate drew closer to your lips, then left butterfly kisses against the soft, tender skin of your inner thighs, trailing his lips up so close to where you wanted him most before retreating back to your thighs.

After a couple more seconds of agonizing you until you were writhing under him from how badly you wanted him, he pulled out his tongue and flicked it against your throbbing clit, making you gasp and throw your head back. Again.

"Eyes on me." That time, it was a warning and you did your best to look at him with weak eyes, barely able to keep them open. 

He pulled his tongue out again and slid it up between your folds before pressing the flat of it against your clit, drawing slow circles on the throbbing nub.

You could only let out a small cry, barely able to lock eyes with him. Nate then enveloped the bundle of nerves in his lips, sucking on it and letting his tongue randomly flutter against it, causing your back to arch off the bed and the cuffs to rattle as you pulled on them, wanting – more than anything – to pull on his hair.

He stopped and pulled away again, only to give you long, hard licks, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

Your thigh muscles would convulse at every contact and he knew then that he had you all prepped for him to the point where the only thing you wanted more than anything in the world, was him inside you.

And it brought him that sense of unbridled pride. No matter how many times he'd done that to you, it would always drive you absolutely fucking nuts.

Upon seeing your reactions to him, he couldn't help but completely delve in to eat you out properly, his fingers holding your labias apart and his tongue drawing those perfect 'eight' shapes against you.

It made you to let out long – almost pornographic – moans as your head sank back into the soft embrace of your pillow, your fists curling and fingernails digging into your palms and your knuckles a stark white color.

His tongue would gain speed before he'd suck on your clit, pull away, and give it his all again.

Nate could feel it. He could taste it, even.

You were close.

He smirked against you and reached up, letting his rough hand squeeze your breasts, your nipple perked between his strong fingers.

"Oh, fuck!" Your breaths were rapid and your skin was glistening with sweat, strands of your pulled back hair sticking to your forehead and neck.

Nate tugged at the hood of your clit with his lips and slowly pulled away, humming as he did so, sending vibrations up your body. Your toes curled and your head tilted back again with a whimper.

He was so good.

So fucking good that you thought that your mind was slowly slipping into insanity.

His tongue rubbed against the upper right quadrant of your clit. And, deciding to finish you properly, he rubbed quick, hard circles on it with his tongue, slipping his fore and middle fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, matched with his tongue's speed.

The sounds you let out for him were all but glorious and they made the bulge in his pants unbearable.

At that point, you were barely able to let his name completely roll off your tongue, feeling yourself being dragged closer and closer to your orgasm, causing every muscle on your body to seize in anticipation. 

"Nate!" You gasped, and he– knowing what was coming next– held you down, "Yes!–" Your fists clenched again and so did your teeth, "Fuck! Yes!" You cried out, the vulgar sounds of him eating you out making your eyes roll back into your head.

Nate was insistent, feeling your entire body tense up in his hands at the incredible sensations that overwhelmed your body.

And with one last flick of his tongue against your clitoris and a singular, firm push with the pads of his fingers against your G-spot, you let out a loud cry of ecstasy, back arching and walls tightening around his fingers, your head getting thrown all the way back as your eyes rolled to a close and tears slipped down your temples.

You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath, shivering as Nate left calming kisses along your inner thighs and up to your navel.

He emerged once more from between your legs, his fingers immediately going to your lips, letting you have a taste of yourself.

It was an instinct. Nothing was driving you forward except your deep, burning desire. And your tongue poked out against his.

And when he pulled away and your eyes fluttered open? Oh, that look on his face..

There was no escape for you now. He was having his way with you.

He kept his fingers on your lips as he leaned down for another kiss, letting your essence drown his tongue before he removed his digits. You could taste yourself on each other's mouths and you were even more turned on as your tongues danced against each other.

Deep sighs escaped Nate in the kiss as he hastily slipped his pants off, along with his briefs.

You pulled away from the kiss only to watch him slip his t-shirt off very quickly and throw it away without a care in the world.

"Undo the cuffs." You plead, wrists aching and bruised from how tightly you've been pulling earlier.

Nate raised a brow and smirked, "No, I don't think I will."

"Nate." You frowned at him, trying to look serious but failing to do so miserably because, shit, he'd worn you down so bad that you didn't realize you still had that desperate look on your face. You didn't even notice that your toes were still curling and un-curling from your previous orgasm.

But he did. And he was so proud of himself.

"What?" He innocently asked, shoulders shrugged before he settled between your legs again, "You have a safe word."

You groaned and let your head fall into the pillow again.

"If you don't like it, now's your chance to use it." He whispered against the skin of your neck before leaving those soft, wet kisses against it, his hot breaths shattering against you, pulling you back to that hazy state of mind.

You did like it.

Something about.. being completely at his mercy or having no say in what he does. About being completely submissive to the touch of his fingers against you. About how he ravished you with his only motive being the sounds you let out.

You didn't use your safe word.

You couldn't bring yourself to and your sneaky husband knew it.

You only let out a breath you were holding, completely giving up to the weight of his body on top of yours.

He pulled away from your neck to stare into your eyes with his darkened green ones, a sly smirk playing on his face.

Asshole..

"Did you– Did you hear that?" He asked, narrow eyes flickering around as his hand cupped his right ear, "Sounds like.. " You rolled your eyes, "Sounds like absolutely nothing–"

"Shut up."

"It also sounds like I'm right."

You groaned again, all hot and bothered.

"Just fuck me, Nate. I don't care how you do it."

His brows shot up in surprise and a grin slowly started to appear and gradually widen, "Now where on earth–" He trailed off and pulled away so he could flip you over and you nearly lost balance because there was nothing to hold onto for stability, but the cuffs on the headboard and Nate's vice grip on your hips saved you from tipping over and falling of the bed, "–did your manners go?"

Despite how embarrassed you were, you managed to clap back, "I dunno– They probably took a break ever since the cuffs came into play." You sent him a smirk over your shoulder.

"Oh, nice." His tone was thick with sarcasm, "Smart-mouthin'." A stinging feeling on your left ass cheek followed the loud spanking noise and it made you gasp and press your lips together afterwards in an attempt to swallow the obnoxious noise that almost spilled out of you, "Ask nicely." He demanded.

You bit down on your bottom lip, nerves tingling and breath hitching from excitement. You found yourself automatically perking your ass up for him to get access, "C'mon, baby, please.."

A pause from him, followed by a few wet sounds, which meant that he was stroking himself a little, and his words came out mixed in with a low moan, "That's more like it."

If that grip on your ass cheeks told you anything, it was speaking of what was to be expected of him.

He slipped right into you. No preliminaries, no introduction, no nothing.

It pulled a sharp gasp right out of you, followed by a long moan from both of you.

It was all pure, hot, sizzling passion from there.

He started slow. Hand going up from your hips to feel up your back beneath your opened dress shirt. And then he slowly picked up speed, his hands moving to grip the headboard to give him more momentum as he plunged into you and pulled completely out of you, only to completely wreck you by slamming his hips into your ass again.

You shook and jolted with every forceful thrust from him. Your fists clenched again in the cuffs. And the noises he made were all but sinful. You wanted to see his face. Wanted to kiss him. But, fuck, him taking you just like that was so blissful.

Almost as blissful as his lips against your nape or his breaths shattering against your cheek when he rested his chin on your shoulder and held you by the shoulders to piston into you.

Your jaw dropped open and your eyes rolled back, your throat failing to deliver just how good he felt inside of you.

Nate hissed between clenched teeth and groaned out a sharp "shit". It all made your head spin and your heart felt like it was jumping into your throat with every single jolt of his hips.

"Okay.." He whispered, sounding hasty and impatient, and he reached past you. It seemed like with a flick of his fingers, the cuffs were off.

And that's when you went crazy.

You turned around and the power dynamic instantly switched.

Nate laid under you, a tad confused, and you straddled his lap, hands on his dewy chest, fingers curling to tug at his chest hair with a grin on your face.

"Remember.." You smirked, making just enough space for him between your legs to sit up and rest his back against the headboard. You packed his lips softly and patted his cheek, "You have a safe word."

Soon enough, Nate felt you riding him up and down, slowly pulling your hips up, but coming down on him in a rough slam, forcing a long moan out of his parted lips.

You started gyrating your hips in small circles, your fingers curling against the damp hair on the nape of his neck, only for his length to graze the most sensitive parts inside you, tearing out small cries that you then muffled into his shoulder. 

Nate breathed out as he felt your walls pulsate around him, and he dared to look down between your bodies, seeing where his shaft completely disappeared inside you. The sight made his eyes roll back and the back of his head to rest against the headboard behind him as he let out a whispered slew of profanities.

And then? You rode him into oblivion. Your movements were starting out slow and rough before they'd gained speed. Your nipples would graze against his chest with every move, sending shocks down your spine. Nate's nails dug into your hips as you continued to ride him and he felt you squeeze around him every time he hit that little tender spot within you. It drove him nuts the way you never broke eye contact with him as you rode him.

"Jesus Christ.." He breathed out as you continued to go up and down his length, your pelvis suctioning his from how tightly wrapped you were around his dick. Her sweaty body came down on his lap for smacking noises to echo throughout their shared room. 

It was all too much. You threw your head back, finally breaking eye contact with Nate, your nails digging into his shoulders as you felt that familiar crescendo. Nathan relentlessly and precisely pistoned up into your spot, bucking his hips upwards when you'd bring yourself down on him. His jaw dropped and his head cocked back again, the most divine sounds leaving his throat, getting louder the more he felt himself getting closer to becoming undone.

Nathan gained a small amount of strength and pushed you on your back, causing you to bounce off the mattress a little.

His fingers laced with your as he pinned your hands over your head, and without another word being said, he dipped his head down to kiss you, your teeth clashing as he continued pounding into you. The bed underneath you creaked and the headboard would slam against the wall, the still bound handcuffs making their rattling noise as he fucked you.

Nate pulled away from the kiss when you threw your head back, gasping and crying out in ecstasy, your eyes shut and your brows deeply furrowed while your jaw hung open as his pelvis slammed against yours. Your body would jolt back and forth with every strong movement on his behalf. 

"N-Na-te! I'm– gonna–!" You announced in between loud moans, and after one thrust from Nate, you arched your back and screamed out his name, your nails digging into his hands that were intertwined with yours. 

Nathan, however, continued his rapid, merciless pounding, but got sloppier as his peak approached, almost drooling at how good you felt that it was impossible for him to stop at any moment.

You slowly opened your eyes to be met with the sight of an almost orgasmic Nathan. Brows furrowed, eyes closed, hot breaths fanning your face, lips parted for groans to leave the deepest part of his chest. Your body felt nearly numb from your strong orgasm, but you could feel him twitch inside of you, signaling his very close release. 

"Oh, fuck.." He grunted before he gave it one last thrust deep inside of you, your name coming out of him like a prayer to the Gods. His back arched and his eyes rolled back to a close. He buried himself deep inside of you, filling you with his cum as he held your legs open, pulling a small mewl out of you. He gave a couple more thrusts to make sure that he was completely finished before he came to a stop, breathing heavily along with you, almost struggling to pull out.

With a shudder, he collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest and your arms and legs around him, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. 

Your chest rose and fell with ever deep breath as you both laid still, trying your best to make words leave you.

"Well.." You spoke, letting your hand wander into his hair, "I don't think I oppose your magic phase that much anymore."

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier ep 2

Spoilers!

Last week Bucky was a terrible patient and his new BFF is the father of a guy he killed while he was the Winter Soldier (so super healthy), Sam gave up Cap's shield and returned home to try to help salvage the family business (that went poorly), and some — I guess he must be from the Defense Department — dick made a big speech about needing heroes and he gave the shield to some goober (John Walker, but he'll always be Goober to me) in a Cap suit who strongly reminded me of Langly from the Lone Gunmen. (I'm not familiar with the actor, so I don't know what he actually looks like, but the helmet and the camera angle did him no favors at all, I'm just saying. Super punchable.)

Oh, and Sam has an adorable little minion named Lt. Torres who is getting himself into trouble with some weirdass terrorist group who like to slap red handprints on everything.

Zemo's out there lurking, too, but we haven't seen him yet.

I'm still slightly dazed that this show is real and we get to watch it.

Ep2: The Star-Spangled Man

Weird slow-mo opening shot of a close up of somebody unzipping their jacket. I mean. Okay. (Ohhh, it's the garment bag the Cap suit is in.)

And then we're on to Goober, he's wearing BDUs and he's in a football locker room (maybe high school?), fondling the lockers. He peels a name sticker off one, and underneath it says JW 10. A woman comes in and asks if he's reliving his glory days. They yada yada I don't care.

Now I guess they're talking about him becoming Captain America. "Everybody in the world expects me to be … something. And I don't want to fail them." She tells him to be himself and that they're gonna love him. Well, I've already decided he's a goober. I mean, he might not be, but he's got a hill to climb with me.

He spends a few seconds trying out his Captain America voice, then his buddy Hoskins comes in to talk him through it and give us some exposition. "Two weeks ago we were prepping for a special ops mission to Chile and now this."

Goober whines about how it's been handshakes and meetings and senators and whatnot and he just wants to get to it. But his buddy is all, that's part of the job man. Gotta glad-hand, too. You big baby (he doesn't say that part).

"You can't just punch your way out of problems anymore." Well, I mean, I think that was Steve's MO, mostly. That and 'hit it with the shield until it stops moving'.

Nu Cap is making a big showy thing at a rally at his old high school (Custer's Grove HS, GA) stadium for Good Morning America. He's still looking punchable in that helmet. But, they do bring out a kicking marching band, so there's that. It's a boring GMA interview. I don't care.

"John Walker, first person in American history to receive three Medals of Honor. Ran RS-One missions in counter-terrorism and hostage rescue. The government did a study of your body at MIT and you tested off the charts in every measurable category — speed, endurance, intelligence." (I legit laughed out loud. Lookit Captain Gary Stu over here)

Blah blah super humble yada yada. Just wants to make people feel safe, he has sooooo much respect for Steve Rogers, yada. Look, he could be a great guy and maybe I'll warm to him. But not yet!

Back in Brooklyn, Bucky's watching this and his face is all "No! No? What the shit is this? NO! NO? WHU NO?! No." Also, Bucky, I know you have a couch, why are you sitting on the floor? Love yourself just a little bit, dude.

In Louisiana Sam is in an Air Force hanger, staring at a garish 'Cap is Back' poster and looking a little queasy. Rhodey told you, subtly and not really directly, to not give up the shield, buddy. I hope when Bucky gets there the first thing he says is "He gave the shield to *you*, dummy. Not Captain Gary Poppins over there."

Torres says Nu Cap seems like a good guy. Sam's like, uh-huh, sure, so anyway. There's another "cap is back" poster and Sam's like 'ugh'. And they're off to Munich. I guess for the Flag Bros. Hey! There's Bucky! Finally, they're in the same scene. It's been nearly sixty minutes of screen time to get to this moment, Marvel. No, I wasn't counting.

"Shouldn't have given up the shield." lol. Hi Bucky! You forgot to call him a dummy.

Sam's like I haven't got time for this. And Bucky points to the umpteenth Cap is Back poster (seriously? Good lord.) "You didn't know that was going to happen?"

  Sam did not know that was going to happen. "You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new Captain America?"

Bucky will not let this go. "You had no right to give up the shield, Sam." You tell him!

But, Sam's kind of not in the mood. Look, I get it Sam, you didn't feel equal to the shield, but Steve gave it to you because he knows, my dude. Trust him. Come on.

But, he's feeling very raw about this, right now. "This is what you're not gonna do. You're not gonna come here in your overextended life and tell me about my rights." Well, ouch. 

He says he's got bigger things to worry about, but that seems unpossible to Bucky "What could be bigger than this?" Terrorist douchebags wearing funny masks in Eastern and Central Europe. Well, fine, Sam; be all puts-things-in-perspective guy.

Redwing traced the far-too-strong maybe leader to a place in Munich. For some reason Bucky does not have good feelings about Redwing. Uh-oh, Bucky, you're going to extra hurt Sam's feelings.

Oh lol, it's the "Big Three" convo. "What big three?" "Androids, aliens, and wizards." Still funny. Sam's so proud of himself.

"I'm coming with you." "No, you're not." Bucky went with him.

Did they glare at each other the whole way to Munich? lol. I love this show so much already.

"Enjoy the ride, Buck." "No, you can't call me that." "Why not? That's what Steve called you." "Steve knew me longer. And Steve had a plan." lol, Steve Rogers never had a plan a day in his life.

Bucky wants a chute, but Torres who wisely stayed out of all of that, is like we're way too low for a chute. "I don't need it anyway." Then Bucky drama school bitch rips off the left sleeve of his jacket and jumps out while yelling like the dumbass he is. And he hits every branch of the dumbass tree on his way to the ground.

"I have all of that on camera, you know that right?" And Redwing zooms by to hovers over Bucky. So, maybe it's not a mystery why he doesn't like Redwing. lol.

Bucky and Sam meet up at a dilapidated warehouse in the middle of the forest. Only good things ever happen in dilapidated warehouses in forests. Like extra shady weapons smuggling. Bucky's gonna stalk after them. Sam messes with him a bit.

"Look at you all stealthy. A little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther." lol. ilu Sam. "It's actually White Wolf." "Huh?" heh. What he won’t tell you, Sam, is that he earned the name from the kids near his goat farm who liked to spy on and giggle at the grumpy growly white guy. 

"Hello. How are you?" "Great. What did I miss?" They're a delightful disaster! And they bicker and bicker and ahh, finally.

Also the people they're stalking are hella strong. And then these two idiots knock into an old bit of metal and make some noise. The shady people stop for a mo' but then move on. Sam scans one of the trucks the shady folks were loading (there are two), there's a figure sitting in the back. "There's an eighth person. I think they have a hostage." And Bucky zooms off! And Sam after him.

Bucky jumps onto the lead truck and then just like wanders around inside. I'm pretty sure the truck behind you noticed you, dummy. Anyway, it's loaded with crates marked "keep frozen." "They're stealing medicine. Vaccines." Those utter bastards. He spots a girl peeking out between containers. "Hi." lol, idiot.

He thinks it's the hostage, but I'm waiting for her to kick his butt out the door. She's not, you know, tied up in anyway. So … Also, again, does the second truck not have a radio to the first truck? Like was the driver texting while Bucky climbed up the back of the truck right in front of him? Now he's strangely incurious about the open door?

And, then she smiles at him and kicks him out the door, he hits the windshield of the second truck (maybe they've finally noticed you, Bucky!) and she puts on a mask with a red handprint. As you do. Two guys on the roof of truck 2, pull Bucky up ready to beat him silly.

Super strong girl, jumps over to truck two and punches Bucky some more. The Redwing zooms over and she jumps up, grabs it, and smashes it over her knee.

"I always wanted to do that," Bucky says, sad he didn't get the chance.

Sam shows up, there are more guys on the roof of the other truck. And there's fighting and fighting and then Sam is pinned down and the bad guy gets plonked with the shield and here comes Captain Poppins dropping down out of a helicopter. What timing. The CGI and green screen for this whole sequence are pretty dire. I'm sorry but it's true.

Captain Poppins is joined by his buddy Hoskins. "Sam. John Walker, Captain America." They know who you are, goober. Though, pausing to introduce yourself in the middle of the fight is a very Steve Rogers move, so points for that, Goober.

Lol, the look on Bucky's face when he catches the shield and Goober takes it from him. He's like 'rule two, rule two, rule two, remember rule two.'

Lots of fighting lots of fighting. Bucky is knocked off the side of the truck, he digs in and sort of zippers down the side, and then hangs off the bottom, his head inches from a tire, clinging to the underside by his vibranium arm. A bad guy stomps on it. Um, it's vibranium, guy. Like … though, somehow it works? and Bucky's arm sort of flops onto the road, sending up sparks. Sam does a neat little move, flies under the two trucks, grabbing Bucky as he goes, and knocking them both free.  None of that worked out particularly well, guys.

"Could have used that shield," Bucky says helpfully. lol. "Those were all super soldiers, Sam." Well, bummer.

Back on the trucks, I think Hoskins is in trouble. Cap Goober is pulling himself back up. Hoskins is thrown from the truck, but Cap Goober tosses the shield and Hoskins lands on that. Now Goober squares off against super soldier chick. He does not fare well. And he's thrown from the truck to land on the windshield of a following car. You know, if I'm driving down the road and I see people fighting on a pair of big rigs, I don't follow close. You know what I'm saying? I maybe pull over and let them get way far away from me. Anyway, sorry for your body damage.

Bucky and Sam walk along the road, a pair of sad sad heroes who did not have a plan.

"I'm sorry about Redwing." "No, you're not."

Cap Goober turns up in a sorry looking vehicle of some sort. "So that didn't go as planned." Bucky and Sam keep walking. lol

So Goober's vehicle keeps pace with the disaster duo. "We're pretty sure it's one of the Big Three."

Bucky: "THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS WIZARDS!" That's his hill, he'll die on it.

Since it's super soldiers, and that's bad news, Cap Goober thinks they should work together. Sam's quiet but not thrilled. Bucky is not quiet. "Just 'cause you carry that shield, it doesn't mean you're Captain America."

Cap Goober has apparently jumped on a grenade 4 times. "It's a thing I do with my helmet. It's reinforced." Okay, I laughed.

He persuades them to ride with him, because it's like 20 miles to the airport. It's probably for the best, since I'm pretty sure they might try to strangle each other in five.

"They (Flag Haters Anonymous) say their mission is to get things back to the way they were during the blip." This group's goals are so hazy and weird.

oh, lol. Sam wanted to know how they tracked the Flag Smashers, and Hoskins is like, um, actually, we tracked redwing. "It's not exactly hacking," Captain Goober explains, "it's government property. We're kind of the government." Not winning any points, Goober.

Bucky's just glaring at him.  "Does he always just stare like that?" lol

We get a bit of exposition about a group called the GRC, the Global Repatriation Council, which is tasked with helping the previously blipped reintegrate. Sam's like, okay, and? Hoskins explains "they provide the resources, and we keep things stable." The GRC sounds even more make believe than super soldiers, to be honest. But, whatever. Not here to analyze the bizarre and unlikely geopolitics of the MCU. Cap Goober makes a pitch for Sam and Bucky to sign up but Bucky is very firm about his "No".

Hoskins insists he has mad respect for them, but they were getting their asses kicked until he and goober showed up. Um, Hoskins, my dude, you also got your ass kicked.

Bucky stares for a second. "Who are you?" "Lamar Hoskins." Sam insists he needs more than that. "I'm Battlestar. John's partner."

Bucky says Mm hmm. Stop the car. And he's gone.

Cap Goober gives a pitch to Sam about how he's not trying to be Steve, or replace him, he's just trying to do his best and be the best Captain America he can, and it'd be great to have Cap's 'wingmen' on his side. I sense sincerity, but you're still punchable, goober. And Sam isn't buying it either. He shakes his head and laughs bitterly, "It's always that last line." He hops out and follows Bucky.

Elsewhere, the super terrorists have reached a safe house with a way too chatty dude who is trying to make them at home in his dicey looking shopfront. He rattles on about how they're becoming legends and the people love them because they're pushing back! Against … the GRC? I guess?

Super soldier girl (Karli) gets a hate text. "You took what is mine. I'm going to find you and kill you." Well, sleep tight, sister!

One of the other guys has already logged into a computer system and he starts hacking and wiping their info off the internets and interpol, I guess.

"Six months ago would you have imagined people supporting a cause like this?" I'm still very unclear on what your cause is.

Maybe I'm overthinking the silly superhero universe, but I can't imagine the blip world was wonderful. You're missing half the people. So half of everybody who'd do various jobs. So half of the knowledge base of humanity on earth. Half of the experience base of humanity on earth. Half of the farmers, half of the engineers, half of the doctors, half of the people who maintain any system you can imagine, half of the people who build those systems, half of the teachers, half of the factory workers, half of the grandparents who pass down stories and community knowledge, half of the animals, half of the fish, half of the insects and so half of the plants. Ecosystems could easily collapse. Certainly infrastructure did, with half of the people needed to maintain it gone. Cities would have started to crumble, since half of the sources of goods, food, and services were gone. (we did have something of a real-world equivalent in Europe during the Black Death. Things were not nice for quite a long while after the worst years of the plague.)

I'm sure there would be areas that did better than others. But, half of any government gone, half of any police, half of any military. There would be power vacuums and probably shitheads to fill them. I don't see any particular utopia in a blip-ified world.

And that's not even taking into account the psychological damage to all the unblipped. The pure existential horror of half of everything suddenly gone.

But, that aside. I like genuinely do not know what they're trying to achieve.  

"We're not playing no more," announces Karli. "We can't let the same assholes who were put back in power after the Blip win." Literally do not know what that means. "The GRC care more about the people who came back than the ones who never left." I mean … isn't that literally what they're for? "We got a glimpse of how things could be." Chaotic and apocalyptic? In fairness, I guess if you could carve out your own thing in that, and maybe it could even be good, then you'd be bitter if everybody came back all of a sudden and messed that up. I'm sure the power struggles are real.

"One world! One people!" Okaly-dokaly. Fascinated to see how you eight will achieve that.

Bucky's brooding on a plane, Sam's trying to sleep but the brooding is too much to ignore.

"You alright?" "Let's take the shield, Sam. Let's take the shield and do this ourselves." He's using his almost scary Winter Soldier voice. And staring into the void. Sam, call his doctor. She needs to remind him of rules one and two. "We can't just run up on a man, beat him up, and take it." Good point, Sam. For real, call Bucky's doctor. He's going to the scary illegal place.

"Do you remember what happened the last time we stole it?" "Maybe." lol such a petulant little grumpus you are, Bucky. "I'll help you in case you forgot. Sharon was branded an enemy of the state and Steve and I were on the run for two years." Not everybody was lucky enough to have a goat farm during all that, Bucky. That's what the man's saying.

"We just got our ass handed to us by super soldiers and we got nothing." "That's not entirely true," Bucky says mysteriously. And he jumps down off his brooding crate to go sit next to Sam. "There is someone that you should meet."

Baltimore, Maryland

Sam has a cute aside with a neighborhood kid, then Bucky leads him up to a house that has seen better days. Somebody answers the door and Bucky says they're there to see Isaiah. But, the young guy who answers the door insists there's no Isaiah there. He's not very welcoming. Bucky says "tell him the guy from the bar in Goyang is here." The things you got up to, Bucky. I do wonder. "We had a skirmish during the Korean war." oh, lol. I mean, I'm sure it's a horrible story, but lol, Bucky you disaster.

Oh hey, Carl Lumbly! Gosh, I haven't seen him in an age. I almost didn't recognize him.

"He was a hero. One of the ones that Hydra feared the most. Like Steve. We met in '51." "If by met, you mean I whupped your ass, then, yeah." lol

Isaiah says he took part of Bucky's arm in Goyang and he just wanted to see if it grew back. And if Bucky was there to kill him. Bucky says he's not a killer anymore.

"You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be?" Well, sure. "It doesn't work like that." Oh, but it must, or else what's the point? Isaiah has a lot of reasons to be bitter, though. 

"Isaiah, the reason we're here, is because there's more of you and me out there. And we need to know how."

This does not please Isaiah, who doesn't want to talk and throws a can of sardines (or something, I don't know what that was) through the wall. Old but still super solidery.

"You know what they did to me for being a hero? They put my ass in jail for 30 years." Um, wow. "People running tests, taking my blood, coming into my cell. Even your people weren't done with me." Well, that's deeply uncool. He very much wants his unwelcome guests to GFO, and I can't say I blame him.  

Sam is super pissed once they get out onto the street. "Why didn't you tell me about Isaiah?" Bucky doesn't answer. "I asked you a question, Bucky." Yikes.

And no, Steve never knew, because Bucky never told him. "So you're telling me there was a black super soldier decades ago and nobody knew about it?" I guess so.

And we're interrupted by a bizarre random encounter with presumably racist cops. They stop them in the street, get weird about asking for ID, and then ask Bucky, "is this guy bothering you?" And Bucky's like what in the actual fuck, he looks like a high school chem teacher and I look like the muscle for a loan shark, "no he's not bothering me. Do you know who he is?" Oh to be the Winter Soldier again for just a moment, eh? Anyway, one of the dipshits recognizes Sam and they get all dipshitty apologetic. "oh, Mr. Wilson, we're so sorry."

Oh, lol, they're going to arrest Bucky. There's a warrant out for him, because he missed his therapy session. I told somebody to call his therapist! I want to know which of those dipshits ran Sam and Bucky for wants. Because that’s not automatic or some shit, somebody’s got to call it in. 

Sam's like 'well that took a weird turn.'

Sam and Dr Raynor meet at whatever facility they’re holding Bucky. "Thanks for getting him out." "That was not me," the doctor assures him. Nope, it was Captain Goober, who greets the doctor with a wave. "Christina! It's great to see you again." lol. And Sam's day gets worse.

"I heard you were working with Bucky and thought I'd step in. Bucky's not going to be working on a strict schedule any longer." 

She's like, uh what? Says who? And he points at himself. okay, again, lol. Though, it’s weird to me how he insists on calling Bucky ‘Bucky’, like they’re buddies. They’re not buddies. Bucky's going to punch him in the face. 

"He's too valuable an asset to have him tied up. So just do whatever you've got to do with him, then send him off to me." Will Bucky turn around and go right back into his holding cell?

Dr's not going to let him. "James, condition of your release, session now. You too, Sam." "That's okay. I'll be out here with…" "That wasn't a request." Poor Sam. He has had THE WORST DAY.

I love Bucky slouching against the sergeant's desk all surly, like a 16 year old who got busted for boosting his grandmother's car.

Dr Raynor settles them all in what I assume is an interrogation room. She tells Bucky she just wants to help him get over whatever is eating at him. I guess she figures Sam could help with that, too?

"We're going to do an exercise. It's something I use with couples when they are trying to figure out what kind of life they want to build together." lol. but of course. a million fic writers deliriously rush to their keyboards.  

"Are you familiar with the miracle question?" "Absolutely not." "Of course not." heh "Okay, it goes like this. Suppose that while you're sleeping, a miracle occurs. When you wake up, what is something that you would like to see that would make your life better?"

Bucky says his miracle would be Sam talking less. Sam says that's what he was going to say. Dr Raynor is writing fic of her own. "You guys are leaving me no choice. It's time for the soul-gazing exercise." This is the weirdest therapy session ever.

Bucky is very on board. Sam's like 'what have you done? staring? that's his thing!'

"Let's do it. Let's stare. This is a good exercise. Thanks, doc." Bucky, you little asshole. lol

How many takes to do this scene? I can tell they're trying not to laugh. "Take 57. It's 1:30 am, guys. Please, can we get it this time?"

"Wait, what are you doing? Are you having a staring contest?" What about these two men's attitudes walking into the room suggested they were going to be at all mature about this, Doc?

"James, why does Sam aggravate you? And don't say something childish." She knows you too well, Buck.

Oh, Bucky. He wants to know why Sam gave up the shield, because Steve believed in him, gave him the shield for a reason. But, maybe Steve was wrong about Sam and if he was wrong about Sam, then he was wrong about Bucky.

Sam, has his reasons. He says maybe Bucky and Steve can't understand, but he wants to know if Bucky can accept that he did what he thought was right. Poor Sam.

And Sam's had enough. He says they've got bigger shit going on and he'll put whatever this issue is aside for now, and they'll go take care of that, and then he and Bucky can never see each other again. "Thanks doc, for making it weird. I feel much better."

She's like, well shit.

Bucky leaves as well, but she stops him. "I know that look. What's wrong?" "What was rule two again?" "Don't hurt anyone." "Goodbye, doc."

I think maybe she miscalculated a tiny bit.

"I feel better," Sam grumbles. "I feel awful," Bucky sighs.

And down the street Captain Goober and Hoskins starts chirping a police siren at them and they wave them over. "Gentlemen!" I really want Bucky to punch him just once.

Goober wants them to join forces. They're tracking Karli through various displaced communities in Europe.  She's the flag stompers leader, I guess? She's like … 16. DOUBT.

Anyway, she's do-goodering by stealing medicine and taking it to the displaced camps. I'm confused. So, post-blip, people who'd not blipped are now suddenly being displaced? I thought the displaced where the blipped trying to reintegrate. But, she was mad at the GRC for only caring about the blipped not the unblipped (which, again is the GRC's raison d'être, so yes?). I feel like I'm missing something.

Bucky snarks at Goober a bit. He's not a fan at all. "Things are really intense for you, aren't they, Walker?" 

Sam's like okay, let's all simmer down. "It is imperative that we find them and stop them." But, also, though, he and Bucky are free agents, so they're more flexible than mister "i'm the government" over there.

Captain Goober doesn't care for that. "Word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way." Don't push your luck, goober.

Bratislava, Slovakia

Flag Stompers loading a small plane. Uh oh, they've been found out! Karli asks how much time they have. "None. It's the Power Broker's men." The Power Broker. See, that's the kind of jackassery you get in a Blip scenario. That's what I'm talking about. Did you steal super soldier serum from this guy, Karli? Hmmm? One noble Flag Stomper offers to stay behind and hold them off while they make their escape, for One World! One People! Dream big, kid.

He knocks down a power pole to block the road but then he runs at the badder guys? And gets himself shot a zillionty times. I … he'd already blocked the road? Why not just … you know what? Never mind.

Back to Bucky and Sam and Bucky with an idea that might just be worse than the self-sacrificing Flag Stomper's run-at-the-badder-guys-for-great-justice idea. He suggests that perhaps somebody who knows all of Hydra's secrets can give them the answers they need. 

"So you're just going to go sit in a room with this guy?" "Ye-… yes," Bucky says, absolutely oozing with confidence.

Off to see Zemo! I'm sure that will go terribly! Can't wait!

And Credits!

Not gonna lie. I'm not sure how I feel about this episode. It felt a little disjointed.

I don't get the Flag Munchers, but I'm thinking they're just a red herring. Because they're basically utopian idealist twelve-year olds with nice but vague goals and vague iffy means to achieve those goals. I don't feel they're a whole lot more than some misguided kids who grew up in a blipped world and change is difficult and scary (and I’m sure it’s probably managed poorly. I can’t think of anything less efficient than a global council for anything. you could have a global council for dirt and it would be a bureaucratic nightmare). And they probably stole super soldier serum from somebody way scarier. Dummies. I think they're going to need to be rescued at some point. Probably soonish.

As for that other guy. There's moments where I like John Walker a little bit, and moments where I find him really aggravating. I get they want to make him the super-duper bestest perfectest hero, or that’s why he was chosen by the DoD or whatever, but part of Steve's charm was he wasn't perfect. He wasn't Captain America because he won a million awards, he was Cap because he had a good heart. That's the point. THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULD BE CAP, SAM!

Also, I don't like hard feelings between Sam and Bucky. Though, nothing about their history would suggest an easy friendship (one time Sam was driving in his car and Bucky ripped the damn steering wheel out), so that's not a complaint, it just makes me sad. They really only have a connection because of Steve and he's gone. Be friends, guys!

And finally, when will Sharon Carter return from being an enemy of the state?

[palettepainter]

As stupid as this sounds, I love to think that Erasermic, the younger couple, act like the old married couple where they don’t need to go on dates as often. But Ecto and Higari have little moments of acting like they’re in the honeymoon phase.

It’s just “you guys go on all these dates?” “...you don’t..?”

(That is so stupid I’m sorry)

Can you imagine? XD

Ectoplasm and Powerloader have little keychains with a pic of them together, maybe from their school days. Ecto giving Higari sweet little nuzzles (I headcannon he gives nuzzles/leans his forehead against Higari’s as a sign of affection cuz he doesn’t have lips) that deep down make Higari oh so giddy. Higari doing dorky lil finger guns when he gives Ecto and compliment and Ecto, for laughs, dramatically places the back of his hand on his forehead while the other is on his heart. In the winter at UA when the two are marking papers in the teachers lounge Higari is snuggled up in one of Ecto’s capes (Ectoplasm probably paid Midnight to take a picture when Higari wasn’t looking)

And on dates, dates get 10x sappier: If they’re out in public it is Higari’s mission to get Ecto snickering from corny flirts, pulling out all the cheesy deliberately silly flirts which Ecto finds both adorable and stupid, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell Higari. The two walking round the park holding hands, getting ice cream if it’s a nice day. Higari obvs gets ice cream all over his face, and Ecto just falls more in love with his lil dork boyfriend 

Then you got Mic and Aizawa, who at work just share two lil cat themed mugs (yes they have cat mugs you can’t change my mind. Fight me-)

Aizawa being all like ‘ew affection’ and rolling his eyes at Ecto and Higari being all lovey dovey right in the middle of the teachers lounge, you’re at work you two goobers stop flirting.

I can imagine Hizashi thinking it’s kidna cute and then trying out some flirts with Aizawa, Aizawa gives him a blank stare, and then goes back to work - don’t worry though he’s 100% definitely blushing behind that scarf, he secretly likes the attention

[readyplayerhobi]

Of Me And You

; Taehyung x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; A/N: Just a little fluffy drabble for all those who commented on my earlier post. Nothing amazing!! Written on my phone, not proof read.

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"Just stay over...pleeeeaase. Pretty please." Taehyung begs you, long and elegant hands wrapped around your arm as he pushes out his lower lip and bats those long eyelashes over his horrifyingly wide eyes.

It takes real courage and strength to gently push him away and shift far enough from his grabby hands when they reach for you again, forming claws that remind you of a child. Which he's not, given your boyfriend is a 28 year old art teacher at the local private high school.

If your art teacher had looked like Mr Kim Taehyung then you would not have paid any attention in class. Because you would have been busy staring at him instead.

Or painting him. The man had a face that the camera adored, that brushes ached to colour and pencils longed to sketch. He was art incarnate, a beauty wasted on the world.

At least, in your humble opinion. His face should have art galleries while monuments should be dedicated to his ass.

Steve Roger's eat your heart out.

And yet your boyfriend of one year was one giant goober. Childish and fun, with a heart of gold and a personality so sweet it was like he was made of sugar. He exuded kindness and caring, making him a perfect teacher with endless patience and love for students and his craft.

The best bit of it all, was that you got to enjoy it the most.

Today though, he was whining about you going home instead of staying over. The two of you don't live together yet, so you'd come to his after work to enjoy a meal of Taehyung's favourite, kimchi jjigae that had followed a recipe his grandmother had given him, followed by two episodes of the show you were binging.

And now, at 10pm, you had to go home and get ready for bed to do it all again. Only Taehyung was protesting this, despite the fact that you'd stayed the might before.

"I cant, I have no clean clothes here anymore and I'm not waiting two hours for it to wash and dry." You point out, raising a brow as Taehyung puts even more at your words.

His let's his hand rest on your thigh instead, thumb stroking over the denim as you watch him idly. Taehyung has big hands, almost big enough to cover the width of your thigh. They're pianists hands, you think to yourself.

"Borrow some of mine." It's not a questions he's asked, more a statement with a slight lilt at the end. He's nothing if not persistent and you cant help but smile, cupping his chin in one hand and stroking at the soft skin of his cheek.

"Babe, I can't fit in your clothes. You know that. And I doubt you'd want to wear mine." You scan his body for a moment, amused before looking back into his eyes.

His lips twist in amusement. "Your legs are longer than mine anyway. I'd look ridiculous with rolled up jeans. But you don't have to wear my clothes then."

"Oh yeah? And what am I meant to do? Go naked?" That was the wrong thing to say evidently, as Taehyung's eyes darken with lust immediately and he's giving you a quick once over with his tongue wetting his lips.

"Suits me. I like you naked." You snort and push at his chest then as he leans in, giggling as he manages to avoid your hands before catching your lips in a sweet kiss.

"You can't want it when we literally only did it two hours ago." Which is a silly thing to say to an evidently horny boyfriend.

"I always want you. Which is why we should stop this whole silly clothes issue that's stopping you from spending time with me and eliminate it completely." He says emphatically, leaning his weight against you until you're almost horizontal on the sofa.

"Oh yeah? Was that your subtle way of asking to fuck?" Taehyung grins, the boxy smile part mischief and part happiness.

"That was my shitty way of asking you to move in. Then I can steal your hoodies and you can't say anything because you live with me." Butterflies erupt in your stomach, causing you to wiggle under him as he rests against you, eyes tracing over your features.

Not your best angle, but he makes no mention of what is probably a super flattering double chin going on. Because like you'd said, he's nice.

"That was almost romantic you know. But what do I get out of it if I'm losing clothing?" Tae hums to himself before looking down, his deep brown eyes warm with affection.

"My eternal love? My undying gratitude. My hard dick? Oh, and my gaming PC."

"You had me at gaming PC."

"But that was the end of my statement!"

"Exactly, it was weak till you brought out the big guns."

"I love you. I'm not sure why, but I do."