#maybe knocks him TF out instead

[thydonutart]

AU in which Heimdall attempts to use his sword as a sword.

[misto713]

crossover idea: scumbag system vs. anastasia

SQQ successfully completed his 'suicide', LBH is devastated and clutching his corpse, SQQ makes his 'escape' into the growing mushroom body... except SQH made a liiiitle mistake:

SQQ's new body didn't take 5 years to grow, no no. It only took like a month. But, maybe due to the rush, maybe due to the fertiliser, maybe because SQQ blew up his own golden core right before his 'death'...

SQQ lost his memories during the soul transfer.

So now Shen Yuan, a freshly deceased 20-something with no System found himself in the world of his most (loved)hated novel as some random NPC. After all, not like he could recognize his new face (face being a mix of SY and SQQ), neither does he have a not-so-friendly eldritch abomination / System in his head to tell him who he is. And upon first waking, he has crawled out of soil like some knock-off zombie with no personal belongings so no hints there either.

Shen Yuan assumes he's some random rogue cultivator and starts to make a life for himself.

Meanwhile...

Luo Binghe is slowly going crazy, losing himself to his mourning, as his underlings get more and more frantic because Sad Binghe has a tendency to spread his 'sadness' around and makes the demons bloody feel his displeasure, when Sha Hualing gets a wonderful, bright idea:

If her boss misses his Shizun so much, why don't they try to find a replacement for him? One that looks just like the dearly departed old man. Oops, that didn't work. But that's ok, let's find someone who looks and acts like the Lord of Qing Jing Peak.

Discount SQQ: "Binghe, it's me! Shen Qingqiu!"

Sha Hualing & Mobei-Jun: "..."

And then?

Then they stumble across unsuspecting SY who wandered into the demonic planes in search of fun(dangerous) critters whose sketch and description he can add to his growing bestiary.

And man, this guy might not look exactly like Shen Qingqiu, but he acts like him. So much that even even they start to sort of believe it might be his weird reincarnation or something. Even the family name is the same!

They have to bring this guy to Emperor Luo. Maybe this guy won't get killed on spot and their boss will freaking chill for a minute.

Cue Shang Qinghua nervously biting his nails in the background and wondering why his Bro doesn't recognize him, or anyone else.

Luo Binghe, after exchanging three sentences with 'discount sqq', doesn't quite believe it's his (amnesiac) Shizun, but decides to keep him around anyway as he rides hard on nostalgia train. He can always use this guy as a teething toy and body pillow as he waits for a hint on how to get to the Holy Mausoleum to resurrect his real Shizun.

And Shen Yuan? Wonders what sort of fresh hell this is and whether he fell into some weird PIDW fanfic instead of the original because why is the blackened protagonist hugging the scum villain's corpse and why tf is he gay??

[sky-is-the-limit]

Saw you're accepting asks, so I'm sending this instead of going to therapy! A toxic situationship of mine is now love bombing and gaslighting me into getting back together and despite my better judgment, I'm weak and pathetic enough to be seriously considering it. How would the tf141 react? The tf can be platonic and/or unrequited feelings (readers? Cause lord knows im not loveable but thats to be unpackes another day). Sorry, I'm spiraling 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

How Task Force 141 would react to you considering going back to your toxic situationship:

Captain Price:

John would take a straightforward approach. He’d sit you down with a cup of tea, holding your hand as he tells you, ''You deserve better than this, love. Real men don’t treat women that way.'' He’d remind you of your worth, letting you know that no one with any decency would ever put you through such torment. He’d then mention, almost casually, that he had a word with your situationship earlier when he was about to knock at your door—strongly suggesting the guy won’t be bothering you again if he values his hands.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

The poor guy would struggle with his emotions, finding it hard to stay calm. ''Are you serious? After everything he’s done?'' He’d ask, pacing the room in frustration. He’d urge you to see that there are better men out there, men who’d do anything for you, who would kill and die to be with you—men like him. The words would slip out, revealing more than he intended but he’d be too worked up to care about holding back.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

He wouldn’t hold back his anger. ''I’ll just take him out, then!'' He’d exclaim, half-joking but serious enough to make you worry. He’d rant about how the world would be better off without that guy, throwing out threats left and right. You’d have to calm him down but his reaction would make it clear just how much he cares about you and how serious he is about keeping you away from someone who doesn’t deserve you. If sweet, easygoing Johnny is this furious, maybe it's time that you listen to him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon wouldn’t hold back. "Have you lost your damn mind?" He’d ask bluntly, not sugar-coating it. He’d lay it all out, questioning what’s left of your self-worth if you go back to that coward. His words would be rough but they’d come from a place of concern, wanting you to see the reality. He wouldn’t just stop at words, though. Later, he'd find the guy and pin him against the wall, spitting out a dark promise, "If you even think of contacting her again, I’ll send you back to your mother in a casket."

Note: You're not weak or pathetic, you're strong enough to realise that you deserve better. Don't take him back, your feelings are not a charity. Find within you the dignity and self-worth that you posses cause no man has the right to make you feel that way. Please, choose yourself for once. Picture the child you once were, they don't deserve this. One day you will be loved so much that even the though of him will make you repulse, that is, if you even remember him. He's not worth your love, you are.

[shuenkio]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭? | Ksn.

Paring: Sunoo x M!reader | Genre: Smut! Very.

Synopsis: Not only is he upset that you spend less time with him, but the fact he saw a random guy said hi to you and you flash a smile so bright. That's when his inner beast came out.

Cw: jealousy, cumming, cursing (any other else was explicit so bad, read at your own risk)

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st language

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

𝐀𝐍: writing a bias who look like an angel was... Something. Anyway writing smut is still limited because I'm still trying, some awkward part might happen and yeah, I might cringe in the future seeing this. Enjoy reading. ( Request From anon)

A group project from your professor made you start to spend less time with your lovely boyfriend, Sunoo. Every weekend after your class, you'd often come home at 7 p.m., which is unusual.

Sunoo finds it weird that you're coming home late these past few weeks, till he thought you'd cheated on him. However, who knows, when you went to sleep, he always checked your phone and your account in every corner to make sure you weren't doing anything out of his sight, and it's true you did not have anybody else other than him and a group chat of friends.

After that, he started to realize that you probably keep a distance from him by spending more time with your friends, almost prioritizing them over him. Which made him upset for some reason but was soon replaced by madness mixed with jealousy. You've never smiled at anyone or anybody approaching you, but for today, when coming home after finishing groceries with him, during the time he's paying, he saw a guy coming at you and said, 'hello' Not only that, he thought you'd be creeped out by a stranger's face; instead, a bright smile appeared on your face.

That's irritated him so much; when he saw that, you were changed now. At home. While he was unloading the foods into the fridge, Sunoo saw you lying on the bed as you were making a phone call with one of your friends.

He decided that he'd have to finish all the action you have been taking, throwing him into the edge, which he can't back down now; if he couldn't bang tf out of you tonight, he'd be dead.

"M/n!" The door is opened by a strong pair of arms as he knocks softly on it twice, but you can't seem to pay any attention to him or notice him behind you with your back facing him. The ignorance not only boils him more, but the heat in his body continues to grow like a chemical burn.

You should at least turn your back or respond to him; there's no way you couldn't hear, yet nothing comes out of your mouth. It's all busy chitchatting with your close buddy about nonsense things and group projects. The temperature has reached its limit. The innocent boyfriend, who was like an angel, gentle and bubbly to you, turns 360° at the spot.

His jaw tightened as his gaze was painted black. Without any warning, he closed the door slowly, locked it as he took off his shirt, left him with his sleeveless top on, and made his way behind you.

"Yeah, lol, bye, see you tomorrow." gasps escape as you feel an arm placed underneath your shorts. When you turn around, you see Sunoo completely turned on, and he looks just like he just came out of hell.

"S-sunoo! What are you doing?" Nervously asking, you were about to turn around, but his strong strength left you unmoved.

"You were such a bad boy for these past few weeks, m/n; you left me alone and spent time with your friends instead of me. A lot, no too much. Have you forgotten you have your boyfriend here, desperate for your love?" He explains with a stern tone that all he said was true; nevertheless, you try to deny the fact that you have to complete the group project.

But all the things you've said now are useless; he knows everything, and if you keep denying, there's no reason why you could be able to walk tomorrow, maybe or maybe not.

"Go on, what do you have next? Not only that, the guy I saw earlier at the store looks like a creep, but you still flash your only smile for me to him? M/n, what's this all about?" Get a hold of his control, and while his finger lingers on the entrance of your ass, circle around and attempt to slide in, but he gives you time to explain that the lie would only push more in.

"I—he that guy—he was a friend of mine; we go to the same college." sweating soaks your forehead as you try your best to make your statement. Later, you find yourself crying out in pleasure as you feel a finger slide inside of you.

"Oh really? Hm... I think I've never seen him before. If he were your friend, why have you never told me about him? Most of your friends with whom you interact are all in your contact list, but not him? I know if you did, you'd think I'd be jealous, but unfortunately, I am jealous, by my own sight!!! For now, let's see who's belong to who shall we m/n?"

The innocent is gone, the lamp in your heart making you speechless with no more words coming out to argue with the matter of fact. Ripped off your short away, as he smirked in Maniac, he had never been like this; he used to be a sugar pie gummy bear, but now? A total psycho who's probably fucking the hell out of you tonight.

"Foreplay is dumb; why not get into it, hm? I look like a beautiful cloud, baby boy, but a clout can also be a dangerous cloud when it's raining." Before you can react, a cock spring frees out of his pant, the leaking pre-cum making your dick twitch. Never in your relationship have you seen each other's private parts, but look! It's paler than your thigh. The size might be normal, but what happens if he knows how to...?

"I'm going in, boy. I'll take care of you after these hours." The dark, low chuckle gives you goosebumps, and soon enough, Sunoo slides his cock in, raw! Losing control of himself once he was inside of you. His eyes painted in wide white, listening to your whimpering sound, even turned him on to the edge.

All he wanted right now was to claim you as his. Thrusting in, wasting no more time, with both of your hands locked by him on your back in one hand, he never worked out nor did he have an abs, but he's strong, strong, tbh. The wet liquid of his pre-cum gives him smooth access to push in even deeper. The first time with you was worth it, and he knows you're low-key loving it.

"Shit, why does it feel so good?" Everyone would be moaning, whimpering, or cursing out of pleasure, yet for Sunoo, he's crying out of pleasure. Tears streaming down on his pretty face, with your countless can't-take-it huffs only to make him fasten his pace, Sunoo's balls continue to slap against your balls, mixed with the wet sound you'd often hear in a beat of music. It's so hot and aroused that your body is twirling under his touch, adjusted, and squeezing in his cock, begging for more.

"Sun—Nghuu... I feel strange, faster!!" Wiping his satisfied tears away, he then responded back with both of his hands locking, wrapped around your hip before going all in, one thrust in a first attempt, making his cock disappear suddenly.

Your jaw almost cracks when his tip reaches the most sensitive spot ever in your body, the prostate. Saliva is leaking out of your lips like hunger, as is a massive load of cum shooting out on the bed sheet. When he saw that you were cumming, a weird feeling approached him, like a string intertwined in one, a wave of jolt hitting the shaft of his before he exploded inside of your ass.

It was messy, but it just hit the spot of pleasure. The odor of stain cum began to fill the room, and both of you then collapsed on the bed while still connected with each other.

"It feels good, right, m/n?" Nod to the question as a warm smile appeared on his face. Patting your head out of cuteness.

"Good boy, we're only here once; nobody else interrupts us. You got it? Now let's restore your energy; your trembling is too much." And that is how you know: you will never leave him alone again, ever. All innocent guys are wild, and you can't change that.

"Goodnight 내사랑" 

Ps: Some requests I might write and some I might decline just because. sometimes I feel horrible when I won't be able to do it, 🥹 surwy to some anon had asked me ><

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[cursedzucchini]

Prompt/idea #6

Y'all what if when Danny's not feeling that good (is very injured/didn't eat anything/sleep deprived) he instead of fainting just... Turns into his 14 yo self.

That wasn't such a problem at the begginjng bc he was short king and well, he didn't change that much.

But now? When he's in college (basically always on the verge of fainting from exhaustion/hunger/dehydration/whatever unholy thing he consumed to stay awake and functioning) in Gotham? When he's 24, and yeah, maybe he didn't grow that much in height, but he lost the baby fat. His face didn't look so hopeful, and innocent and he gained quite few scars.

So yeah, changing into his 14yo self wasn't the greatest by itself. But add the trauma Danny has when looking at himself in the mirror, and overall being in the wrong body (thinking about what younger him didn't know, like u can add angst Abt canon stuff, like Vlad was a fucking creep, pariah dark, or add vivisection and Dani dying or whatever).

So Danny was being extra careful about taking care of himself (he thought, like a liar). And maybe that day he forgot breakfast, lost his pocket money, his card declined, he couldn't sleep because of reccuring nightmares and the only edible (that's questionable tho) thing in his bag was some somehow wrong ectoplasm he stole from some guy few weeks ago (and Danny needed to ask the him where tf did he manage to find such a disgusting ecto. Like not even his parents manage to fuck it up that badly).

So when on his way home, some fucking asshole jumped him, of course he was going to freak the fuck out.

...if knocking the guy out counts as freaking out. And showing some of his more ghostly features out (read show the asshole the indescribable horrors of balancing life and death for eternity and no time at all).

And that somehow tipped Danny over the top. So now he's sitting there, in his now way too big clothes next to the knocked out (hopefully) clown, drawing dumb pictures on his face, waiting for Jazz to pick him up and maybe help him dispose of the body.

(bonus points if the batfam saw this go down and are now so fucking confused how tf did some twink™ knocked out the fucking joker in one punch, and than transformed into a fuckibg child????? B, no, put the adoption papers down-!)

(bonus bonus points if 14 yo Danny looks exactly like 14yo Jason, and they (especially Jason) just see young Jason sitting next to dead? Joker w a crowbar, drawing dicks on his face)

(also the reason why Danny doesn't know who joker is, is bc every time someone started talking Abt joker or the clown he assumed he was something like batman, and wasn't interested in learning anything Abt anything clown themed)

[jimmy-j-james]

REPLACEMENT

- M!reader x TF!141 (more so reader x Soap, platonic style)

- Proofread: Nope (Will be soon)

- Genre: Angst/Comfort (Originally wasn’t gonna be comfort, I was in an angsty mood and it shows)

- Synopsis: M!reader had to come to terms with the fact that new was better than old. Being tossed aside like an older dog when a family gets a puppy. Kicked to the curb and left alone. Of course, a certain ‘puppy’ just wanted the other’s attention and respect..

- Pt. 2

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It wasn’t uncommon for people to turn back to their roots. Of course not. But.. for a whole group to regress to the mindset of a child? “Out of sight, out of mind.”, that’s what they say, right?

How stupid did he have to be to not notice? He noticed the first day it started. Soap was happily welcomed to the team, treated with such care and love despite his recent joining. And, much to his disliking, he was left alone.

No one was checking in on him anymore, instead all attention went to the new guy. ‘He wasn’t special’, he’d bitterly think, ‘I was alone too’. Not that anyone cared though, of course not, he was perfectly able to handle himself after all. Instead, they paid mind to their new young and foolish sergeant.

It didn’t end there either. His daily encounters with Ghost were stolen, being replaced with Soap. Training with Gaz? Soap was there instead of him. Smoking with Price? He was there too.

It never ended. And the breaking point, as foolish as it was, was the moment he headed to the mess hall for lunch. The teams regular booth was filled, only his spot taken by the rookie.

He knew it was childish. He could have easily dragged a seat over, but it seemed that no one noticed his lack of appearance anyways. He took it as a word from above. He was better off alone.

He didn’t need them anyways. He was perfectly fine with this new routine. Perfectly capable of fending for himself.

He started avoiding them. Removing himself from their lives as if he’d never been there. His schedules shifted, eating within his room, and locking himself away. He trained late at night to avoid others, slept during his moments of free time.

His new habits proved awful for his mind and body, but they worked. Seemingly so, no one even noticed he was gone. They lived their lives with the new guy. Replaced and forgot him with so much ease it hurt.

It felt suffocating. Knowing the people he thought of as family, felt nothing of similarity. It had him wondering so many things. Thoughts he wouldn’t wish upon his greatest enemies.

It never ended. And irregular habits went to unhealthy in a matter of days. He stopped eating as much. Barely slept. Trained until failure in all aspects.

He took everything out on himself. A shell of a man that used to be. It got to the point that he was without care. Life didn’t seem to matter in the case of ‘life or death’.

In his eyes, death had never seemed so welcoming. Like the arms of a loving parent. Coaxing the words of admiration in a tempting manner.

In a blind sighted manner, he craved the release his demise promised. The satisfaction of feeling wanted, no matter what called upon him.

Perhaps, this is the fate he was meant for? He proved his worth, and was denied any sense of reward. But maybe, maybe death was rewarding enough.

Awaiting his chance of freedom, he lied on his bedroom floor. His phone lied idly, playing music he chose to ignore over his own taunting beliefs.

“Sergeant (l/n)?” That voice, one he��s grown to mindlessly hate, calls through the door. It’s followed by a hesitant knock. “Team’s goin’ out drinkin’, thought ya would wanna come..”

It’s clear by his tone that he’s hesitant, or at most anxious. Likely forced down here by the pity of the other’s.

Perhaps if he remained silent the Scotsman would leave him alone. Lowering the volume of his phone and keeping quiet.

“I.. I know yer in there, if it’s worth anythin’ to ya..” The moment is awkward, but he refuses to give up his moments of peace for a pity party. “Ya don’t have to.. just thought it might be awfully lonely in there.”

“Rather not.” He doesn’t even remember allowing himself to speak, body against mind as he shuffles up to sit.

“Oh..” Another awkward minute of silence. “Is it ‘cause o’ me? I didn’t mean to upset you, however I did so..”

“Don’t you have a ‘party’ to get to?” His tone is bitter in reply, though his truth is sorrowful.

“Ay… can I,” He pauses to hesitate “can I come in?”

The man pauses his self pitying, turning to face the door behind himself. He’s sure the boy would have left by now, though he’s proven determined.

Soap feels awkward, shifting weight between legs as he stands on the other side. The door opens, slowly, but surely, revealing the mess of a man before him.

It’s hard to hide his grimace, scanning over his mutual sergeant with concern. He’s thinner, and paler, with heavy bags beneath his eyes. No expression is shown on his face. A hollow show of what used to be.

“You…” Soap cuts himself before he can speak, though it’s clear the other understood.

A frown tugs lightly at his lips, biting against the skin of his cheek as he avoids the Scots eyes. “Yeah.. whatever…”

“Do.. do ya want to watch a movie?” The request is simple, but proves to be shocking as the other snaps his eyes to Soap’s.

“Aren’t you meant to be drinking tonight?” He muses, expecting the sergeant to remember and run along.

Instead, Soap pushes his way into the room and breathily chuckles. “They ‘on’t need me.” He replies, taking a seat on the messy bed.

There’s a smile on his face as he watches Soap, whether he knows it or not, he’s happy. For once more in his life, he feels wanted. Soap chose his presence over the team’s.

“Can.. can we watch Ratatouille? It’s dumb.. but I always watch it when ‘m upset..” He’d mutter, shutting the door before dropping himself down on the bed.

Soap’s smile grows soft, something he’d yet to seen in the boisterous Scot. “O’ course we can. I’ll get us some snacks, fancy anything specific?”

“Anything works..” He mumbles softly, rubbing against tired eyes as he sets up the movie on his laptop. Soap nods, leaving for the commons room before returning.

Within his arms he carried varieties between chips, candies, and beverages. A goofy smile on his face as he sits himself back beside the other.

With the movie started, and a share of snacks between them, he grows rather exhausted. His eyelids droop and his attention shifts blank. Without thought his head drops against Soap’s shoulder.

The Scot welcomes the other, smiling softly as he shifts them both to lie more comfortably. He was glad. Glad to see that his newly favourited comrade was growing relaxed in his presence.

Like a new puppy and an older dog. Soap worked to grow close to the man he looked up to, and the other worked to better accept the Scot’s company. But, despite their differences, they grew to form a pack, in a sense.

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[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: the prowler and the spider had an infamous rivalry—the prowler was always improving, and the spider refused to die.

ᴀɴᴏɴ: Earth42! Miles had a s/o who was bitten by a spider as well (maybe just an AU where 1116 Miles didn’t get bitten by the spider or there was another one) and they are both rivals under the masks but literally love eachother without them bc they don’t know each other’s identity?? And some angsty if they were in battle and he was beating them tf up and literally about to kill them and removes the mask and MORE ANGST AHH.

ʀᴇ𝐐: yes ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4k ~ alternate universe (within alternate universe) where the reader is bit instead of earth 1610 or earth 42 miles

part 2 (crackfic)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, violence, blood, near death experience

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: we had so little of earth 42 miles so personally i dont like him yet but the request is good

☾⋆☆⋆☽

You had to hand it to him, he was good. He brought a new little gadget each time to take advantage of one of your weaknesses, which thankfully allowed you to discover them yourself and patch them up; but that didn't take away from the fact that he was inventing these little things so quick, or that he was noticing your mistakes.

The Prowler delights himself in your shocked little eye goggles when you punch him with your powers and it doesn't affect him, "D'ya like that? Can't use your little electricity powers on me anymore."

"Personally, I call it Venom, but I suppose," You pull back, regaining your bearings, cracking your knuckles, "it's too much to ask for a little respect."

"Getting tired?" Prowler closes the distance between you easily with his physics defying boots.

"Not at all." You press yourself onto the wall behind you, climbing on with your hands and feet to prepare for an attack. "Just caught me at the end of my shift, 's all."

"Exactly."

You ignore the little comment and aim up to shoot a web towards the ceiling, but then... click. Fuck, you were out of web fluid. He really was paying close attention to you.

You push yourself off the wall instead, diving towards him to topple him over. He dodges with his boots, leaving you to stumble onto the ground. He brings an empowered punch down while you're off your feet, but you roll over to the side, onto your back to dodge.

The ground beside you shatters as his punch lands, incredibly loud. Your ears ring as you hop back onto your feet.

"What's next? Lasers? Cat machine guns?"

"Cat machine guns?" The Prowler laughs, standing straight again. "What are you, nine?"

"Are you not nine? I thought we were the same age." You punch, but he blocks it with his sturdy gauntlets. You hop back before he can counter.

"Oh, you definitely did not." He lunges forward, aiming a punch to your head, but you dodge under and sweep his feet. He falls harshly onto his back, leaving him stunned for a second. You try to take advantage of it, but as you pull back your arm for a punch, your spider-sense warns you of something from behind.

You dodge to the side. As you regain your ground, your feet slip and you fall against the wall. For a moment, as the both of you focus up, you look around the room. What triggered your spider-sense? There was nothing or no one here, no one except for the Prowler.

Speaking of, he stands, clutching his head with one hand; and he's laughing.

"That was one of your tricks, wasn't it?"

Your powers allow you to regain your composure much faster and you take the opportunity to punch him.

The Prowler falters, taking a few steps back but keeping himself on his feet, "You punch like a baby."

"I don't want to kill you." You reason.

"Kill me?" He laughs, "With what, kindness?"

As he stabilizes himself, something else triggers your Spider-sense, and you dodge at nothing again. Another comes from behind and you stumble forward, right into his range. The Prowler punches, and it connects.

"What's up with that, anyway?" The punch knocks you back against the wall and you climb up desperately out of his reach. "You never kill. I always come back."

"It's my one rule."

"No one's asking you to keep it."

Another thing triggers your Spider-sense, then another, different directions, you can't keep up with them at the same time. Trapped in a corner, you let out a burst of Venom to try to decimate them before they can even reach you.

"What a pathetic little Spider."

The Prowler swings up, allowing his gauntlet to burst out with its usual mechanical power... and your Venom. The shock brings you to the ground, where you writhe in its cold tile with a searing pain and aftershocks of electricity. You're pretty sure you broke something–or pulled something, you really can't tell.

"Reusing my Venom?" You snicker with the last energy you have, "Running out of ideas, Prowler?"

"A blabbermouth 'till the end." You can hear the humor in his voice as he brings a punch down.

Crack!

His hands stays there, atop your head, his other one pins your shoulder to the ground. So this was it.

"I don't suppose," You wheeze out, "my rule applies to you?"

He ignores that comment, staring down at you. The mask tore in the area of one of your eyes.

His mask was always ruthless. It resembled a gas mask, preparing for the worse, but it also projected an image: his narrowed, emotionless eyes. To top it all off, he almost seemed to have the horns of a devil.

"You have nice eyes."

He was about to kill you and he was cracking jokes... he was about to kill you, and you never got to say goodbye to Miles.

"I wonder what you look like." He grabs a hold of your mask harshly with his gauntlet, "Did you ever wonder what I looked like?" and he pulls.

Now, without the mask in the way, you spit blood onto the tiled ground.

Suddenly, he seizes up, like he's frozen in place.

"Don't you think you're dragging this out?"

The Prowler lets go. He falls to his knees beside you, beginning to sob. He gathers you in his arms like you're glass, like he wasn't so hellbent on stopping your heartbeat just a few seconds ago.

Powerless, you simply rest in his arms. "This is a change, isn't it?"

"God, where do you find the strength?" He questions, chuckling a dry laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"A lot of coffee, let's say."

"Shut up."

The mask on his face disassembles itself, and–oh.

"Miles?"

"I'm so fucking sorry." He buries his head into the crook of your weak neck. His sobs make you feel the need to protect him, to kiss the tears that stain his face away, but you can barely move.

You can still, however, heave a sigh of relief. "Look, I'm not dead yet." Though your mouth was lathered in disgusting coppery blood. "Surely my little genius can carry me to safety?"

"Yes." He stands, shell shocked, with you in your arms. You felt so light, so weak, and it was all because of him. "I'm–"

You bring a weak hand to cup his jaw, the highest you could bring it. You can feel the wet tears gathered there. "You can be sorry later."

☾⋆☆⋆☽

You examine yourself in the mirror of the Morales apartment–thank that little spider that you've got healing powers–when you hear the front door open, meaning Miles is back with some first aid shit. "Miles, how am I supposed to explain this to my aunt?!" You call.

Miles stumbles towards the bathroom, the rustle of the plastic bag accompanying his footsteps.

He didn't know how you were so quick to forgive all the injuries he'd given you, all the harm he'd caused. He didn't know how you weren't screaming at him, how you didn't want to kill him. He had done you wrong so many times and you weren't even angry.

But when he stops in the bathroom doorway and you turn to him, he sees the look in your eyes. It's the same as always, full of love for him, appreciation for him; like everything good in the world was embodied in him.

New scars were forming on your face, the same that littered his body, the telltale scars of being struck by lightning. "I guess we match now."

He stares down at the rolled up sleeves of his hoodie. He'd never shown them to you, the very scars you caused him unknowingly. They were like lightning up his arms and his legs and his torso, only missing on his face. He was a dangerous storm, and you had dared to love him.

"I love you." He drops the bag and brings you in his arms again.

Your knees give in, for you were still weak, but he had you. He was there to support you, to keep you up. "I love you too."

"I'm sorry." He says again.

"I know." You reply simply. "...you are what keeps me going, by the way. You're the reason I find strength even in the worst of times."

"Te amo, te amo, te amo..." Miles whispers over and over again. (I love you.)

He didn't need to question why you weren't angry with him, so long as you loved him.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

omg hi. this is one of those requests for when miguel gets home from work n is just exhausted from overworking himself but he just can’t sleep and needs ALLLL of your affection in order for him to relax and put all the problems in the world aside and just focus in you and only you💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 but not the one where he just gets home to “fuck his stress away” i don’t really like those they’re boring bc he used u n then he knocks tf out😞😞😞💔💔.

if u do this i love you 2939950382728205 and hope you eat good tonight🫦🫦🫦.

Hahaha thank you for this request! Hope you like it!!

Am I 2939950382728205 loveable now?

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Paraíso secreto

Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader

Word count: 2800

Warnings: none, sensual tension

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You had cleaned up the kitchen, did away the dishes and finally tucked yourself within your blanket to sink back into the cushions of your couch. The television light was all that illuminated the room as you browsed through movies instead of catching up with your favorite shows, because that had to wait till the weekend, upon strict orders from your husband.

It was his sacred routine, to watch them with you and you didn’t want to break his heart by watching them alone. He had been away for a few weeks and it was well accustomed to have such nights with the nature of his work. You didn’t mind when he got busy, you worked around it and kept yourself occupied but sometimes it would catch when you weren’t noticing.

The longing, the solitary routine making you want to run to that phone and call him home.

The movie tiles kept moving and yet nothing seemed interesting. You wanted to hear him say your name. Sighing you tilted your head up, the ceiling looked just as vacant as you were feeling. Your phone lit up next to you, you turned to it instantly, hoping for a message from him. That he was coming home but it was only a notification for tomorrow’s weather.

Cloudy with a high chance of rain.

Great, you thought. Another day with depressing weather that you longed for the sun to come out again.

Where was the warming sun when you needed it?

Where was he when you wanted him?

You stayed up late in the hope that he would return, atleast today but as the clock ticked away into midnight hours, it was clear that you were going to have to make your way to a cold empty bed. But the phone shone in your hand, your finger itching to click on the number with his name on it.

You hovered over it bringing to your senses the warmth of his body, the scent on his skin, the soft touch of his fingers and the velvet brown of his eyes. All of it making you miss him more. Maybe you could ring him just to say that. Maybe you could ring him and he would appear at your front door. But you didn’t. You had signed up for this, the lonely nights and his schedules.

Just as you were about to get up to grab a late night snack, the door beeped open. You froze, the surprise of hearing the sound of his footsteps down the hallway made this moment feel like a dream. And then he called your name, his voice ridden with sleep and his soul tired of having been away.

“In here.”, you responded to him, scared that if you went out to him, he might disappear and all this would turn into a mirage, one of your own mind’s doing.

But he appeared in front of you, his eyes dilating at the sight of you. The tension from his shoulders escaped as he took in a deep breath.

“dios mío, te he extrañado.”, he exhaled and with it walked towards you, to trap you in his arms as he crawled over you. Now unable to move away, he lifted your blanket to get under it.

“Ay my feet will get cold.”, you squirmed while he adjusted himself over you, to rest one arm over your abdomen, the other looping behind your back to then have his head nuzzle into the crook of your chest.

With that he sunk into you, letting go off all the strings that he kept held together. You could see his slow breathing reverberate through the blanket, his warmth encasing you. You relaxed too, running your hands over his back before bringing it back up to pet his hair.

“I’ve missed you too.”, you leaned forward to kiss the back of his head as it peeked up from beneath the blanket. His eyes were closed but beneath it, it was lined with dark circles, he looked exhausted. As you huffed a smile at his neediness, you ran your fingers over his cheek to feel the rough edges of a couple day’s worth stubble. He didn’t smell like the combination of sea salt and bergamot. Instead he reeked of sweat and tarmac.

Where had he been?

“You need a bath.”, you said as you gathered all his hair that had fallen forward to expose his forehead, to try to get him to look at you.

He hummed to agree but refused to move. So you began to stir beneath him only to have his hold tighten. Placing your hands on his shoulder you attempted to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

“Go get yourself cleaned up, big boy.”, you tapped his cheek to wake him up but he nuzzled further and whined.

“Only if you come with me.”, he cribbed not wanting to leave you.

“I’m not the one who’s smelling like a scruffy street rat.”, you laughed. Upon hearing your response, he gasped dramatically.

“A street rat?”, he looked up at you, to which you nodded your head.

“retractate”, he pouted.

“No.”, you said folding your arms.

“Now go and come back soon, I want to cuddle.”, you looked at him with a stern look. To which his eyes narrowed down on you as if he was plotting something.

He got up and you smirked, feeling justified for having gotten him to do what you want. But he sat back on his knees and wrapped his hands around your thighs to pull you up to him. Now in the liberty of his hold, he brought you closer to rub his face into your neck, his hand holding you steady as you fought off giggles. The sweet scent of neroli that was on you was now replaced with the same gunk that was on him. Now sitting back on his heels he gave you a proud smile.

“Now you need a bath too.”, he said as he got up, his fingers wrapping around yours to get you to follow him.

“Fine.”, you rolled your eyes as you smiled giving into his charm.

He turned the shower on, the steam beginning to fill the cold space. He removed his gadgets off him but soon after he turned to you. As though he didn’t want to enter first in the off chance you might slip away. You weren’t certain as to what had gotten into him, usually he would only have the energy to fall asleep. But as his large fingers slid away your night dress with ease, there wasn’t too much to complain about.

He held his hand out, to help you into the tub that also functioned as the shower area, then he got in next and pulled the shower curtains to seal the warmth in.

He stood beneath the shower head, letting the warm water run over him as he closed his eyes, you could tell something was bothering him. So you drew closer, to let the water run over you too.

“Where did you go?”, you asked wanting to know the thoughts that were running in his head.

“Just…”, he sighed, slowly leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his hand coming to rest in the small of your back.

“work.”, he told you. None of his other projects had drained him to this extent.

“Is it classified?”, you whispered as he reached for the shower gel.

“No.”, he said it with a laugh.

“It’s this boy that's wrecking everything I worked hard to set right.”, he spoke with frustration as he squeezed a dollop of soap into your hands and his.

“He won’t listen to me.”, his brows furrowed.

“Now he’s run off and I don’t know what to do.”, he growled as his claws retracted a little as he rubbed his hands together in anger, the soap generating a lot of leather that now got washed away. But when his eyes found yours, he took a deep breath, as if remembered where he was and retracted his claws.

“Now I’m wasting our time together by rambling about something irrelevant.”, he pursed his lips.

“I'm failing at everything.”, his shoulders slumped.

“At keeping the multiverse together, at being a leader for the society I  created and”, he paused his brows furrowing further as though he had made a mistake.

“at being your husband.”, he said finally as he closed his eyes.

So that was what all this was about.

“I’ve left you unattended and alone and – you stopped his rambling by placing a finger on his lips.

“You’re here now.”, you eased him.

“I do miss you, but moments like these make up for it.”, you lathered the soap into your hands.

“So I don’t want to become another worry that lingers in your mind.”, you spread the soap on his chest, working it up to his neck.

“But I want you to know,” he held you by your chin, making you pause to look at him.

“that you are beyond important than what I do.”, he spoke the words tenderly.

“that every time I breathe I think of you.”, he smiled.

“you linger  in the rhythm of my heartbeat and I am sure you make up a major part of my soul.”, he pulled you closer, you stood on your toes, you were both magnets, drawn to each other infinitely. He kissed you and it was an act of affirmation, for the both of you.

You turned to grab more soap but he seemed to have other ideas, as you turned to him, he had another huge pile of lather in his hands which he dumped on your head. You frowned but the smile on his face warmed your heart, you stood on your toes again to dose his head with shampoo and before he could get a hold of you, you worked your fingers into his hair as the soap dripped down his eyes. Once it was well applied, you styled his hair into a mohawk. Knowing what you had done, he pouted like a child forced to sit still.

He grabbed the hand shower and you were sure it was going to be an act of revenge. It was, he turned on cold water over you. You squealed trying to get it out of his hand but managed to turn it him instead.

“Ay ay ay esta helada.”, he jumped as he turned it off.

You stood in the silence for a second before both of you broke into fists of laughter. As you stood there with soap dripping down your face and while he still sported half a mohawk.

And somehow you had forgotten all the lonely hours you had spent because when he was here, with you. He was the sun.

You finally managed to behave like adults and step out the shower rid of all the dirt and grime. You got into another night dress and he pulled over a pair of shorts. As you stood by the mirror to dry your hair, you found him inspecting the scruff on his face.

“My trimmer’s run out of battery and I can’t manage it with the blade.”, he explained.

The smallest prick and his claws would give into his reflex to cut him. So putting away your towel you took up the blade and motioned from him to sit down on the stool. His eyes tracking you, somehow this gesture had seemed to darken his eyes with desire.

Applying shaving foam over the sides of his face, you inspected his face but you couldn’t shake off the sensation of having his eyes on you, it felt enriching. It was difficult to find the right angle as you stood and as if he could read your thoughts he pulled you up onto his lap. His hands wrapping around your waist as his fingers rested on the rise of your backside.

You held his chin and slid the blade down his cheek as it came away with foam leaving behind smooth supple skin, one you wanted to kiss a thousand times.

“The boy you mentioned.”, you spoke and he hummed.

“he sounds a lot like you.”, you told him

“He isn’t.”, he grunted.

“He’s just scared and alone, go easy on him.”, you shushed him as you got to the end of his chin.

“You still have nightmares about your past, Miguel.”, you reminded him and he remained quite in contemplation.

“Don’t expect a child to have it all figured out.”, you told him and his eyes softened, as if he was guilty.

“I may have chased him across the city in a fit of rage.”, he mumbled but it got your attention.

“Miguel.”, you chided him.

“Lo siento.”, he eased you

“Promise me the next time you see him.”, you pointed the blade at him.

“You’ll protect him.”, you furrowed your brows and his gaze wavered. In his line of work protecting someone meant you risked losing yours. So you added another clause to your statement.

“And come back home to me.”, you said softly as he wiped his face with the towel that was on his shoulder.

“Yes, mi joya.”, he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“ahora vamos a la cama.”, his voice dripped with sleep and comfort.

You each settled onto your respective sides of the bed and finally in weeks, these sheets weren’t going to be cold. You had to braid your hair before you could sleep but he didn’t let you. He grabbed you, to pull you close to him such that your back was pressed into his chest and then breathed in the scent of your shampoo as he placed his nose at the top of your head.

“Let me braid your hair.”, he whispered and you could only say yes as your throat ran dry.

The feeling on his fingers in your hair, tugging it softly as he worked away without seeking any advice. You grew shy at his display of tenderness, suddenly feeling grateful about who he was to you, that he was yours and how he didn’t know that his small gestures let you know of his love.

“Gabriella only preferred ponytails but I’m sure I’ve got this right.”, He spoke as he secured the hair tie to then place the finished braid over your shoulder for inspection.

You ran your fingers over the weave of the braid. It was perfect, just right and your smile had conveyed your satisfaction to him.

Now with some new scheme, he turned behind him to switch of his table light and reached past you to switch of yours as well. To plunge the room in darkness and as your eyes adjusted to the soft light that filtered in through the window, there was longing in his eyes.

“Now with your hair out of the way and my scruffy beard tamed, I can finally do this.”, he had found your cheek in the dim light but it was the hunger with which his lips found yours that knocked the wind out of your system.

His tongue digging in as if he had been starved but then so were you. Starved for his touch, his breath hot against your skin, his heart raging in his throat.

There were no more wounds to heal or worries to dust away. There was only the silence of the night and the freedom to enjoy each other’s presence.

His weight pushed you onto the pillows as his lips travelled down your neck over your collarbone and into your sternum while his hand traced up your leg beneath your dress to the start of your thighs.

His lips mumbling words like they were chants of adoration.

“Te deseo.”, he said breathlessly as he caught his breath and to see him in this light, undone by your, it was beauty at it’s finest.

“Don’t abandon me in the morning.”, you stroked his cheek afraid that you would be alone again.

The funny thing about falling in love with the sun is how it tends to hide away when in pleases or leave you to the mercy of winter winds, till it hears you beg for it to return.

But with him, he lit up your soul, he never let you beg and instead gave freely. With his care and love, there was no doubt, no waiting, when he was here, he left no room for doubt in your mind about where you stood, about what you meant to him.

“Cómo puedo huir?”, he traced his thumb over the rise of your cheek.

“cuando eres mi paraiso secreto.”, he paused, his eyes holding your gaze.

“mi lugar seguro”, he whispered with a soft smile.

“No puedo.”, he shook his head as though it was impossible by all accounts.

“porque eres tú”, he continued as if switching to English would water down his feelings.

“Siempre te voy a escoger.”, he said with certainty.

“Siempre”, he said again as though that was the final truth.

There was no proper response that could match what he had said so you reached up to kiss him, to give him your entirety, body, mind and soul because only he could rule over it justly with all the love you deserved.

He hummed against your lips as if you were the only one capable of intoxicating him.

Your hands found the base of his shoulder blades and his lips found yours.

The rainy weather predicted for tomorrow didn’t matter any more. Because all the warmth you needed, was here, in his arms.

[hina-hina]

ohh, great! in that case, I'd love to see Valeria w a sister!reader. whether its headcanons of having a 'fight' training w her. (idk how to call it honestly-im sorry hope u get me😭).

Or could be a fic abt how both get in the military together, then are separated after a few years, and how reader now in the tf 141 meets her once again during her interrogation, when the tf captured val. + if she realizes reader is w alejandro (no need to add this if its too much).

thank u in advance, and please, no pressure! Take your time!

Hello again friend!!! I love the idea of Valeria being a protective big sister, so cute!! (○｀ 3′○) I also really like your fic idea, I might return to it in the future and tag this post if you would be okay with that!! Thank you for requesting!!

|| Valeria Garza Training with her Sister ||

Warnings: Fem reader, cursing, and mild violence

Valeria would be very reluctant to let her little sister get involved with her work

But she would still want you to be able to defend yourself

She knows she puts you at risk by association, so she takes it upon herself to train you

I can see that maybe in this instance, Valeria has been taking care of you since you were both small

Because of this, you immediately wanted to follow her to the army

She didn't like this and instead wanted you to have a better life but you stood fast and eventually followed her again when she became El Sin Nombre

She would keep your existence a closely guarded secret and not tell very many people your her sister, lest you get used against her

Instead, you become her confidante and second-hand

While she is training you, I can imagine she would be tough on you

It because she cares and wants you to be able to protect yourself when she can't protect you

So she would be a little hard on you when you mess up but she would be quick to help you understand something

She would want to teach you everything she knows

Hand-to-hand, how to shoot guns, she would even train you with knives to prepare you for every possible outcome

When you get better at it, I can see her making you spar with some of her men and laughing whenever you knock them on their ass

Likes to see peoples faces when you catch them off guard with your skill and strength

She may even begin to trust you more with her business and introduce you a bit more to it

She doesn't particularly like what she has to do but she does it so you'll have more opportunities

An unrelated headcanon: She would definitely give her sister a matching gold chain like hers

Perhaps Alejandro knew about your existence (because we all know there was something between him and Val)

So he uses this information to try and catch El Sin Nombre

However, they aren't expecting you to be as dangerous as you are and are quite shocked about it

After they're able to catch Val, before they can fly her out, you are able to save her to everyone's shock

She is also shocked and very proud of her little sister because leading a whole cartel is no small feat

[sphnyspinspin]

Earthspark KOBD is actually just a Swapped-Frame AU?

KOBD brainrot let’s goooo

Just let me break it down… Breakdown is obviously the equivalent of a speedster/Stunticon in Earthspark, instead of his more “well-known” label as a wrecker.

He was definitely bulkier in most modern iterations, even going as far as him having his servo turn into a hammer. And, of course, he had his frame altered to look like a wrecker when joining the Decepticons and was very much recognized for having a stronger build, instead having a similar build to Knock Out.

All I’m saying is that Breakdown’s eagerness to race and his alt mode are somewhat reminiscent of how I remembered Knock Out’s characteristics in other medias.

I mean, I know that TFE Breakdown can definitely pack a punch, I’m just saying he’s definitely a little bit more sleek than say his TFP(aligned in general) or IDW designs.

But digging a little deeper, I knew for a fact that Earthspark was going to be way more influenced by the G1 cartoon than anything else. And wouldn’t you know it, Breakdown’s design in the show followed that format.

He’s bulky, but way more sleek than a traditional wrecker design.

And now I want you guys to remember how he acts in Earthspark.

Going off of my own vague memory of finishing the show, I remember him being cocky and a little bit stubborn. Which goes to show how unreliable my memory is. What I’m actually trying to convey is that he kind of gives off the vibe of what Knock Out’s quirks would look like with Breakdown’s personality in general.

Or, he’s just a speedster Breakdown, for short.

———

Now I want you guys to direct your attention to what you all remember about Knock Out.

I doubt that we’ll actually get any KO content in TFE, even if they decide to make comics(which I would genuinely sell my soul to acquire). But hey, that’s what the brain’s imagination is for.

Based off the knowledge we have on TFE’s expectations for its characters, it’s safe to say that if Knock Out was going to be a part of it, there’s a big chance that he’d be based off of his G1 design.

And yes, there is in fact a G1 Knock Out design…

Yes, he’s beautiful no matter what, he knows that.

I know it’s a possibility that this could be a different Knock Out, considering that this guy’s name is officially spelled Knockout on TFwiki.

Although my point still stands.

Just think about it. This guy is a part of the Constructor Squad, therefore he’s more of a bulked up persona than TFE Breakdown.

There’s also a glimpse of him in an IDW comic, so this version of him isn’t entirely under the radar. And from the description on TF wiki he’s loyal and surprisingly enthusiastic. Basically… he’s how I personally see Breakdown, but translated to fit Knock Out’s character. Or, it’s the other way around if you put into consideration that this Knockout/Knock Out came before TFP, kicking off the beginning of KOBD in the first place.

———

So with what information I’ve been able to get my hands on, it would be very plausible for TFE KOBD to be a Swap AU of a traditional KOBD story.

For example, Knock Out is always seen as the vain and overly dramatic of the two. With Breakdown being a stark contrast to Knock Out with his more noble traits and his eagerness to join a fight.

Now that Earthspark has provided a Breakdown that can be a bit more easygoing yet stubborn, and somewhat focused on being more self-preserved. And lets say we pair that Breakdown with a Knock Out that can be less vain but loyal and enthusiastic to work with a team.

let Breakdown be the one to gossip with Bumblebee and compete in illegal drag races, while wanting to maintain his sleek finish. Give Knock Out a sense of unironic enthusiasm when it comes to him working with a partner, and have him take pride in being a hard-at-work Construncticon that has a tendency to get so overly-excited that he faints.

I would absolutely love to see a pairing like this version of KOBD if possible. Maybe I might not be looking hard enough, but all I typically see of any TFE KOBD content is of them both being sleek and stylish—to which I love and have zero quarrels with.

I just wanna see Speedster-Stunticon-Breakdown be overly confident while flirting with Constructicon-Knock Out, to the point where KO just passes out from becoming too flustered, that’s all.

Long live KOBD✨

[pumpkinsy0]

HAPPY THANKSGIVING PUMPKINSY0!!!💌

In honor of the THANKSGIVING DAY!!

🛸💌🍙💭🤍🦭🐑🐚☘🍚🍥🥛⛰⛩☃🎲♟☂

How about headconnons....

Of the whole gang + the Shepards & Buck celebrating Thanksgiving!

🛸💌🍙💭🤍🦭🐑🐚☘🍚🍥🥛⛰⛩☃🎲♟☂

I thought it would be funny and cute that their celebrating it all together 🎀❗♦♥📿🐞🌹🍒🌶🍷🚨🌡🎈🎴🪀📣☎🔖

ALSO THOUGHT WOULD BE FUNNY IF DARRY PUTS DALLY IN CHARGE OF THE TURKEY [BUT DALLY'S DUMBASS BRINGS A ALIVE TURKEY INSTEAD OF A DEAD TURKEY😂] TAKE YOUR TIME NO RUSH THANK YOU 🙏🏻

🛸💌🍙💭🤍🦭🐑🐚☘🍚🍥🥛⛰⛩☃🎲♟☂

thank u!!! im not the biggest fan of thanksgiving, my mom loves it tho and so does my family so ill just base these hcs off of em

ALRIGHT SO

•the shepards!!! tims in charge of food, so hes just making haitian food cause thats like the only food he knows how to rlly make

•diri jon jon, lambi, crabs, shrimp, du riz au lait, etc etc rlly a lot of rice and sea food w one dessert

•hes been up literalally all day and night cooking god bless his soul, he did take a small break tho so its all ok

•curly aint the biggest of helpers, he doesnt rlly like thanksgiving like that but tims goin through all the trouble so might as well do somethin so hes not mad later on

•angela’s actually an angel, shes helping cut the lambi and peel and cut the shrimp what a great help in the kitchen

•the shepards r a black haitian family ik they also makin mac and cheese, BAKED☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽 mac n cheese

•meanwhile darry is cooking but not rlly, hes only handling the cranberry sauce n shit

•pony n soda r in charge of baking shit cause that’s genuinely what they’re pretty good at, and i say that a bit hesitantly bc the cookies were a lil burnt, had a lil aftertaste to em, so if they hear a “WHO MADE THE COOKIES🗣️” they silent

•buck is also making some trinidadian food!! now im not too well versed of trinidadian food so it could literally just b whatever trinidadian food u can possible think of

•EVERYONE ELSE??? just bring drinks or somethin

•dally and two bit of course brought the alcohol while everyone else just like, brought apple juice or orange juice, money dont grow on trees

•at the actual celebration they actually do play music!!! mostly caribbean BUT ALSO from other places as well!! they do not care whats on the speaker as long as its good

•ppl even brought dates!!! two bit brought marcia (she invited cheery but yknow sherry didnt wanna leave her fam), dally brought sylvia (ill get to that in a sec), and curly TECHNICALLY brought pony bit not rlly cause they were already going to the celebration so

•sylvia is ALSO haitian but shes more of a baker so she brought haitian cake, kremas, some coconut centered dish and flan 😋😋

•PERHAPS curly, pony, angela, sylvia, dally, and maybe johnny go on THAT ‘walk’ and curly comes back faded before everyone even gets their food, what a loser (i love him), angela and pony got a BIT faded but theyre alright they can generally hide it well, johnny was just there bc pony was there what a great bff xoxo

•dally saw pony gettin a lil high n went “u smoke🤨🤨🤨” but didnt tell darry or soda cause hes not a snitch he already got other things to deal w

•im not even gonna lie to to there’s probably a grown up table where darry, tim, and buck hang out and theres a “indescribable but alive” things table where everyone else is

•SURPRISINGLY NOTHING CRAZY HAPPENED, they were all chattin it up, chillin, no drama no nun, just friends, how great for em!!

•two bit and marcia were dancing most of the time

•steve wasnt rlly doin much he was just secretly making plates to take right tf back home so he dont gotta worry about what hes gonna eat the next few days

•darry actually knocked right tf out after eating so things got a BIT more unhinged but not too bad cause he needs his beauty sleep bad

•pony and curly actually ALSO wasnt doin anythin, rlly they were just in a lil corner talking, they were too full and tires to b doin allat and in curlys case a lil too tipsy cause he was drinking rum, perhaps stolen kisses were shared perhaps not, but who am i to judge

•the ONLY ones who werent being fucking calm was sylvia and dally what a shocker there🙄🙄 but rlly it was only small jabs here n there and even then they werent rlly serious thats just kinda how they do affection, god bless their souls

im doin this in the midst if my family blasting music and doin god knows what so if this isnt what u wanted im srry everythings so loud</33

[silverraes]

10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car

big thank you to @buddhamethods for starting this. I thought it sounded like a fun idea and just had to participate because I have Opinions™ :)

I am hitting some of these characters with only the best intentions and some of them out of pure spite

1) Shin (Bake Me Please)

if you've seen me post about this show or if you've seen it yourself, you know exactly why this guy is on here and also why he's the main reason why I just had to join in on this trend

square up, Shin, I'm hitting you with my car for all that bs and also to help with your character development a little <3

(I didn't find a fitting gif so have a pic as a great summary for why he's on here instead)

2) Way (Pit Babe)

listen I love him. after all if evil why pretty? but he's also a b*tch and he deserves to get hit by a car a little. as a treat. he's my pathetic little meow meow and I love to see him suffer (affectionate) <3

I'm also doing this as a public service so that Babe and Charlie can stay in their weird mama & papa boyfriends era without Way pulling his mind fuckery tricks on Babe

3) Kim (Kinnporsche)

hitting him with my car very lovingly simply bc he made Chay sad and we can't have that. maybe a little car accident can get him to actually admit that he's head over heels in love.

(and also because this man is way too pretty and I need to confirm that he's actually human)

4) Top (Only Friends)

listen. I believe that all of the Only Friends characters deserve to get hit by a car a little. all of them. but this man dared to say that he was serious and then went ahead and slept with someone else so. there's that.

5) Xue Yang (The Untamed/MDZS)

the most evil fucker for absolutely no reason. completely irredeemable. has the world's worst reason for being evil. I love him so much.

this guy is so fucked up that he managed to spend 3 years being all domestic with his nemesis only to realize that he actually developed feelings for him after he had already caused his death

there is absolutely no way to fix him but I'm still hitting him with my car for the amount of emotional damage he caused me with those god damn pieces of candy

6) Akk (The Eclipse)

I love him to bits and that is exactly why I'm knocking him tf out. very lovingly and rather softly but enough to give him some time off. because he deserves a break from all of the absolutely godawful authority figures in his life and what they're putting him through

7) August (Last Twilight)

this fucking b*tch.

I don't think I need to explain why I'm coming at him full speed. this is an act of public service, your honor, I'm doing nothing wrong.

8) Phee (Dead Friend Forever)

okay I know we've only had him for one single episode but this man is already stressing me out with the way he just threw away his cigarette bud in the middle of a god damn forest. sir what are you doing.

I'm only preserving the environment by hitting him with my car and getting him out of that forest, really

(also I can't pinpoint why but this guy is sus af and I don't trust him)

(the scene of crime, your honor)

9) Sprite & Zee's mom (Twins)

after @buddhamethods already took care of Zee (thank you for your service), I am volunteering to take out their mom. this woman needs the world's biggest wake-up call and since her own damn son ending up in a hospital didn't seem to do the trick, maybe herself ending up there will help

10) GramBlack double feature (Not Me)

the absolute audacity of these men to not be in love? after all of that?? I'm hitting them with my car because maybe ending up in hospital beds next to each other will finally get someone to admit that that G did not stand for Eugene what the actual fuck

(listen there are barely any scenes with actual Black and Gram together I'm working with the smallest of crumbs here bear with me)

tagging all of my moots. all of you. if you consider me your mutual, consider yourself tagged.

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic scenario with TF: Prime's Breakdown please?

Breakdown's fate in TFP was disturbing if you think about it- Not too confident on if I got his character right but I'm trying lol. Darling is an Autobot forced into being a Decepticon in this.

I went from having no ideas for this to having many ideas. Adoring the angst in this. Let me know what you think.

Clouded Judgment

Yandere! TF:P! Breakdown Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Angst, Violence, Manipulation, Forced relationship, Delusional behavior, Possessive behavior, Attempted mind break, Stockholm Syndrome.

Autobots and Decepticons have been fighting each other for millions of stellar cycles. Those who were once friends were easily pulled away from each other during the war on Cybertron. There was a time you knew Breakdown... before you decided to take sides.

Breakdown and you had been close companions on Cybertron. You two were so different but so compatible. You didn't like the fight... while Breakdown craved it. You wanted to help everyone while Breakdown wanted to go with who was strongest.

Despite differing beliefs... Breakdown still saw you as his close Cybertronian companion. He respected you and your ambition... he even liked you more than just friends. Breakdown held you close to his spark... you thought of him the same.

Then Megatron came into the picture.... Your differing beliefs tore you two apart. Breakdown didn't even get to say goodbye before you were chased away by the very Decepticons he had joined. He wishes you joined...

He wishes he never lost you.

You never left his mind throughout the war. In fact, he encountered you a few times. As he expected... you fell in with the Autobots... and he had to fight you. Breakdown's rival was Bulkhead, they were always matched in strength...

Breakdown was angered even more when he thought of you and Bulkhead being friends instead of you and him being... lovers....

After the war Breakdown didn't see you for stellar cycles. Not until he came onto Earth with Knock Out.... That's when he found the Autobots.

That's when he found you.

Breakdown could no longer just focus on Bulkhead anymore. Breakdown's job was to destroy the Autobots... which he could do.

But he could never break you.

You clouded his judgment. Whenever you met optics he felt his spark stop. He couldn't do this to you... no matter what Megatron said.

You always tell him you don't want to fight him. He can see the sadness in those glowing optics of yours. He knows you don't want to fight him... and maybe you don't have to.

Breakdown still had feelings for you. He was actually grateful you decided to be his distraction for the Autobots. It gave him the excuse to talk to you.

Maybe you thought the same?

The moment he saw you transition to vehicle mode, he followed. Your vehicle form was smaller compared to his but you were fast. Breakdown allowed you two to play this game of chase before he angled his cannon at your ties.

With a quick shot he shoots out your tire. You spin before rolling into vehicle mode. He hears you groan in pain, flinching when Breakdown swaps out of vehicle mode.

"Funny how it's you who chose to be my distraction." Breakdown teases. It sounds too friendly to you though... it appears he hasn't forgotten what you shared between each other.

You probably wouldn't forgive him for what he plans to do next, either.

You don't look him in the optic, scoffing while struggling momentarily to stand. You didn't forgive him. Breakdown could tell you didn't....

"Still a Decepticon I see...."

"You know... I've still missed you after all this time."

"I suggest you can your words. I don't want to hear them."

"You're afraid you'll get attached again, aren't you?"

You glare at him.

"Attached?"

"Don't act like I'm dumb. I KNOW how you felt back then!"

"Those feelings are gone, Breakdown."

"No they aren't..." Breakdown steps closer, causing you to back away with a blaster up. "I know deep in that spark of yours you still love me. You still wish we were together. I chose to follow you here for a reason!"

You give a confused expression, Breakdown stands a few paces away from you.

"If I beat you... I'm making you a Decepticon."

Your optics widen.

"Breakdown what is this nonsense-"

"It's not nonsense!" Breakdown roars, his temper flaring. "Are you really going to push aside how you feel for me, after all these years?"

"You're projecting, Breakdown! As if you haven't done the same!"

Unintentionally going along with the deal Breakdown made, you fight. You fight ruthlessly against each other. Just as any other Autobot and Decepticon would....

Unfortunately you were too caught up in your emotions to realize Breakdown isn't the same weight class as you. While you were faster, once he managed a hit, you were flung into rock.

Breakdown heavily vents, yellow optic staring at your pained figure. He grins confidently before stomping over to you. You stare at him with scared optics as his bulky body leans down to hold your face.

"You hesitated." He smiles. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

You try and get up but Breakdown pushes you back into the rock hole. You grunt and he laughs at you.

"I'm sure I can convince Megatron to make you a Decepticon. It'll certainly be better than allowing you around... Bulkhead."

You can hear the sneer in Breakdown's voice when he mentions Bulkhead.

"Be honest with me..." He tightens his grip on your chin and you can hear your metal creak. "Was Bulkhead my replacement? Did you cling to him when I left? Bulkhead is nothing compared to me and you know that...."

"... was Knock Out my replacement, Breakdown?"

There's a deafening silence between you before Breakdown narrows his optic at yours.

"No. Never. I could never replace you. I've wanted to find you for many stellar cycles. Now... I have you. I don't plan to replace you, I don't plan to lose you..."

He transitions his grip to your arm.

"Which is why you're coming with me."

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You felt only pain. It felt painful to betray the Autobots... your family, with an oath of loyalty to Megatron. It felt painful to receive the Deceptibrand on your metal, covering the Autobot symbol once on you. The emotional rollercoaster Breakdown forced you on certainly didn't help.

You were always around the larger Con. On The Nemesis you felt out of place. Your loyalty did not come from the spark... it was forced.

All Breakdown cared about was the fact he managed to force you to join him in the end. It took stellar cycles but he managed to reunite with you. Even if it was only possible through your suffering.

"I've never stopped loving you..." Breakdown says to you in private. He gives you a sparkfelt smile and keeps you close in his large arms. "Now I don't have to."

Your turmoil eats away at you from the inside. You feel judged by the other Decepticons. You still miss the Autobots....

The only thing that distracted you from it all was Breakdown. With every affectionate glance and touch... it was your only solace. You really did miss him.

Breakdown promises to love you forever like he did before now that you're a Decepticon...

He's the only Con that keeps you sane now... if you lost him you may just lose yourself too.

[bugsbenefit]

more tfs thoughts, really just trying to recontextualize some show lore with what seems to be established in the play

SPOILERS ahead

yada yada you know

1.) so with Henry getting his powers from his encounter in dimension X this could potentially explain the "Will has powers" angle - with a: no one expect the lab kids (that were created via Henry's ?blood?, so via the help of someone who already had powers) was actually born with them, with Henry only having powers post his encounter and acting differently, presumably possessed/influenced by the MF to some degree. which Will was as well in the UD and up to the end of s2. it's possible that with the MF particles being expelled by the end of s2 impacted him to some degree, but he still seems to have some sort of connection remaining at least, in form of the neck thing

2.) also the "vecnaing" powers coming from the MF is interesting because now there's at least the possibility that Will in s2 could have killed people that way too, with having parts of the MF literally inside him. which is honestly, really horrifying but also kind of funny. maybe it was really Really good they knocked him out and didn't find out after all. also raises the question to me if Vecna himself also/still has parts of the MF in himself (and if that's even a requirement to "vecna" someone or if that just works via letting the MF do it's thing or asking it really nicely, or maybe it just really Gave Vecna that power to do it whenever he wants who knows

3.) also with Patty being almost guaranteed to come back, i'd say she's most likely Mrs Kelley. introducing a whole new character would be a questionable move, especially with Patty's caliber. and there have been theories about Mrs Kelley being somehow connected to Vecna since July 2022. with all the Vecna victims visiting her, them trying to find literal keys in her home, and her weird clock-key necklace that's SO specific in the season about the "wizard obsessed with clocks" guy

i think the most interesting place to take that though is if she's Patty and she has been helping/watching what's been up with Vecna instead of just being out of the loop and then being filled in in s5 and swooping in to help. if she's just used in s5 to help save the day and appeal to Vecna's humanity... i don't know how well that would work, especially with Patty and their whole backstory only existing in the play. it would feel weird at best, to me at least. if they made her more morally gray and didn't use her as, essentially, a tool, there would be something interesting there. but. hm, idk if they'll go there

4.) also, the whole boat backstory is kind of cool to me in a way. the original show bible mentions spontaneous vanishings so that turning up in the canon lore now is fun to me. also seems like something that will play into s5. with s4s main tag line about "Hawkins will fall" and the whole concept about the UD becoming a stronger influence over Hakwins (via Nancy's vision, bts interviews, the show bible as well) the idea of the whole town or bigger sections of the town or buildings/people could literally being at risk of "falling into" or merging with the UD in some form is something i was expecting for for s5. which seems backed up with where the play is taking the UD lore. could also be a potential source for cool sets/visuals for s5 if we get merged areas with a desolate UD and a building that's definitely not supposed to be there, or the other way around. i feel like they could do some interesting things with that

5.) and that coming with the by-product of apparently giving Brenner dead-daddy issues is kind of funny. no comment there. the guy who calls himself Papa and is defined in the show by his freakish relationship to his "kids" having daddy issues IS just funny

6.) also, small point, but Allan Munson apparently not having a big role and being very similar to Eddie... i'm shaking my fist, will these people ever stop riding the Eddie Munson wave 😭

[fenriraa]

I was going to tag this as part of the Astorvember, but I did kind of branch off from the malice topic, so I decided not to (aight I've read that I can ^-^ ) It's not a backstory, but more of a rambling about that DLC cult scene, involving malice. It's a bit long wall of text of ideas/ramblings that I could be way off and overthinking about, but I still thought I would share.

In the story description, it says the rest of the cult were “unable to withstand the power of malice”.. Unable? Eh? You mean Ganon didn’t intentionally mean to kill them (except maybe the last one/two)? Somehow Astor was the only one able to, and either he was evil enough to not die from it immediately, if malice responds to internal intentions (like being evil)  instead of external factors (like physically controlling it), or he was just built different. Maybe he forced himself to withstand it, Idk. 

And I say Ganon maaaybeeee didn’t mean to kill them because he kind of took his time with the last two seers. And he was just killing all them one by one. If I were Ganon, and I only intended on taking one person out of a group, I would’ve just killed the rest on the spot, at the same time. Not sure what’s the point of doing it one by one- unless that was just what the storyboard went or if Ganon was just that much of a bitch. And it seemed it was going to spare the very last seer, until he attempted to destroy it with the rock.

… Wait-

What if Ganon WAS going to take the other two? Once he realized giving the previous seers malice was killing them (note that Astor was being maliced before anyone else was, right before the first seer fell on his ass, so that might’ve made Ganon think he could continue on with the others. Or, wait.. Unless he sensed Astor as the most “evil” and went with him first, and then went down whoever was the second most evil, and so forth..), Ganon decided to stop when he was killing his potential servants. He was going to spare the last two, but one started running off, and Ganon decided nevermind and killed him, then the other one.. He just watched him. Didn’t kill him right away, just watched him. Then when he was literally seconds away from breaking the harbinger, Ganon kills him too.

Somehow only Astor was able to handle the malice. And honestly I can’t think of how really, it’s either just fate, him messing around with malice beforehand and had built a resistance (?) to it, or he was evil enough to handle it.

Now.. my question is, are the others dead dead? And not just knocked tf out? Put into a coma?

In my AU story, I can't decide if they all could "withstand" it either by just pure luck or if Ganon revives them.. Or if something else revives them.

[alltheirdamn]

ok so soo… idk why, whyyyy ma’am, but your cowboy!joels fics and cowboy!joel himself……. have me in a fucking chokehold.. metephorically and in a kinky way too.. hehe. but ok. so hear me out… 🤠 but also, i know you’re having some health issues rn so put this on the back burner and take care of yourself first love, but i think you could execute this idea… perfectly.. 🫦

this could be a one shot or maybe even a short series, dunno but i feel like you and i…. we 👉🏼😮‍💨 ~~~~~~ 😮‍💨👈🏼 we understand each other and we are both thirsty sluts for our man joel here. so here my pitch:

i’ve been seeing these like rodeo cowboy videos all over my fyp (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8dSPGLp/ ) on tik tok and ya know, cuz cowboy!joel is living in my frontal lobe right now rent free, i was like … damn, if that was joel doin this or on a bucking bronco at readers like state or county fair and then like sees reader in the crowd eyein him as he’s getting himself or his horse or whatever ready… and she’s eye fucking him… with his sexy fuckin get up they all wear with the cowboy hat and everythin… and he makes eyes with the reader and maybe tips his hat and gives her a small wink. then she like looks away a bit embarrassed and starts talking to a guy sitting next to her, let’s just say is her brother or close guy friend and that makes joel jealous as he thinks he has competition, and maybe before his event or turn he comes and introduces himself and lowkey flirts with reader a little because now up close he can see her fully and she’s got this sexy floral sundress on with her cowgirl boots and cute cowgirl hat on looking like a damn meal that he wants to devour. but he’s also just a tad bit soft as when she shakes his hand he pulls it up to kiss her knuckles and compliments how pretty she is that instead of the horse knocking him out of orbit, the reader is (or something corny like that, ya know?) and they banter back and forth a bit as the reader thinks he’s a bit cocky but sweet and likes how easy it is to talk to him, but is lowkey ready to ride that cowboy if you know what i mean… and he knows it too by the way she keeps looking down at how tight his jeans hug his pelvis and show a faint outline of him, but when he catches her, she says she was admiring his belt buckle, and to kind of stir the pot and challenge her a little bit he says something like, “how ‘bout if i win m’self first place here when it’s my turn, sweetheart, you can remove this buckle yourself and replace it with the prize winnin’ one after i take you out for dinner” and she is lowkey turned TF on by what we ALL know he means by that, but likes how he presented it and has been good to banter with her, so she says something like “only if you win first. i don’t think they give belt buckles as participation trophies” just to be a brat or something like that. HOWEVER!!!! little does she know he’s like KNOWN for his talent, as he’s like a national champion or something and winning first will be simple for him… 😏🥵😮‍💨 so like… he’s gon get that belt buckle and maybe when he finally has his turn they announce him like “next up we have Joel Miller, who just won himself the National Championship last season, let’s see if he can defend his title here tonight.” and her face goes red and he watches her as they announce him and after the announcement is done he tips his hat, winks and mouths to her something like ‘let’s go, first place, baby’ or something to make us FOAM at the mouth with how fucking sexy he would be in this moment and then yeah… i’m sure you can go from there 😮‍💨

psssttt… you… yeah YOU!!!!! get out of my HEAD!!!!! because i was LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT A RODEO!JOEL IDEA LAST WEEK WITH A COUPLE PEOPLE 👀👀👀👀

this is a BEAUTIFUL set up for a fic and you best believe i am pocketing this idea & going to absolutely give this a home on page 💛 pls stay tuned for this because it will be HAPPENING!!!!!

also, for funsies… rotten cowboy!joel was a bull rider in his hayday and has his own lil collection of belt buckles… which may be included in the next one shot 👀 enjoy this lil snippet for your pleasure xoxo

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joel slipped the warm leather belt around your neck, the large brass belt buckle cool against your skin. it was his prize from a rodeo back when he did bull riding as a twenty something year old boy. it was his most prized possession, and now you wore it like a choker. his fingers tightened the buckle until it was secure, the stretch of it across your throat unforgiving and suffocating. he gave it one last tug, and you restrained yourself from clawing at the burning sting of the leather digging into your neck.

“ain’t you just the prettiest lil’ thing,” he cooed.

your vision was already hazy around the corners, a vignette lens of the room around you as it warped at the edges of your sight. you tried speaking, but the words croaked from your lips, the syllables dying on your tongue and drying out before you could even make another sound.

“this lil’ necklace is doin’ a real nice job of keepin’ you quiet. lets keep it that way, darlin’. not a fuckin’ sound for me, ‘kay? don’t wanna hear your sweet voice right now.”

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anyway omg??? running to find pic inspo and make this idea HAPPEN!!!!! thank you nonie xoxo ilysm 💛