#motherfucker how did you get in there you're huge as hell

[todayisafridaynight]

Ichiban is so into his street surfer that he got all his buddies including old Grandpa Kiryu to start using one.

Street Surfer need that E For Everyone rating mk its good for your typical tourist its good for your stubborn-as-dick grandpa with Allegedly radiation cancer and it's great for your lesbian crawfish and her hermit crab girlfriend

[themultifanshipper]

hatesex with Daniel Riccardo x reader 🟠 reader is a sister of either max or Norris lol whatever works for you but they're at a party then Daniel and reader get to a huge argument max/Lando told them to settle it privately so they went to the guest room to talk it out and I guess you know where the story goes from here (reader getting absolutely railed by Daniel)

It’s hard to make a name for yourself in motorsports when your last name is already famous, in the form of a three time formula one world champion.

Warnings: driver!reader, Verstappen!reader, bickering, Daniel is a real dick in this one guys, but so is reader, rancid vibes, smut, PinV sex, rough sex, kinda dubious consent at first, choking, y’all know the drill, basically fighting and fucking at the same time, it's something

(Also I forgot to put the first prompt in the fic but it's the viiibe)

You'd trailed behind him, following his every step (with a few years difference) and at the age of 21 you were starting your second year driving for VCARB.

You had met Daniel back when he and Max were teammates, and you immediately disliked him.

He flirted with everything that had a pulse, and he'd jokingly made a pass at you, and you'd gone straight to tell your brother.

You were 15.

It didn't go down well, at all.

On both sides. Max was furious at him for flirting with you, and Daniel was furious at you for snitching given that he had no idea Max was your brother.

You'd always been a hot-headed child. Using your mouth before your brain was your biggest flaw.

Then Daniel moved to Renault and you didn't see him again much after that.

But you vowed that if he was still in F1 by the time you got there, you would make his life a living hell.

And it was just your luck, Perez got fired at the beginning of 2023, Yuki was promoted, and your teammate Nyck was dropped mid season. Which meant that through some kind of fucked up twist of fate, Daniel Ricciardo was now your teammate. And to make matters worse, Redbull's circus pony also had the seat the year after.

You were the Verstappen project 2.0, and Daniel was a deeply resentful motherfucker.

Forget Senna and Prost, forget Brocedes, forget the old Verstappen-Ricciardo rivalry.

There was a new Verstappen in town, and she was worse than the last.

More aggressive, more petty, more youthful, and more talented (although Max would disagree with that last one).

Daniel didn't stand a fucking chance.

You'd even tried to buy each other out of the team, unsuccessfully.

But you did have one thing over him, and he didn’t even know it yet. Max was retiring after his 4th title, and you had been given his seat.

Max of course was good friends with Daniel, which made social situations quite awkward sometimes.

Like the party you were currently at.

You had won the last race, in Australia of all places, and there was a two week break during which Lewis (coming off the high of a p2 in a shitbox of a Mercedes) decided to throw a massive party in his penthouse.

Lewis knew how to throw a party, no one could deny that, but he seriously needed to be more careful what kind of scum he let through his front door.

That was your alcohol addled mind talking as you spotted Daniel walk in, stupid shirt open showing his stupid toned chest and stupid pants accentuating his slutty waist and stupid thick thighs…

That was also the alcohol talking.

Somehow you both ended up in the same circle on the patio along with a few other drivers.

The conversation inevitably steered towards Daniel's future in F1 given that he didn't yet have a contract for the 2025 season.

“So how does it feel being outperformed by not one, but two Verstappens in your career?”

You knew the question was petty and stupid and could only lead to another one of your regularly scheduled shouting matches, but you didn't give a shit.

He stopped mid-sentence and narrowed his eyes at you.

“And, how does it feel that you're in a backmarker team 14 years into your career, being overshadowed by someone in their second year?”

The silence was palpable, the other drivers were sipping their drinks and pretending they weren't listening.

Daniel was staring at you as if he couldn't believe you would dare start this shit in front of the others.

But you were drunk and loose lipped and right now you were capable of saying anything to rile him up.

Such as-

“And, hear me out, wouldn't it be funny if I got the Redbull seat before you do? And I didn’t even have to suck Christian's dick to get it!”

The fact that you were getting the other seat next year hadn't been revealed to the public yet, or the other drivers, or Daniel.

The words hit the group like a freight train, and you almost regretted opening your mouth, but the look on Daniel's face made it entirely worth it.

His nostrils flared and he slowly got up, didn't say a single word, and went back inside.

 The circle let out a collective breath.

“No comeback” you sighed, disappointed, downing the rest of your glass.

Lando, who was sitting next to you stared at you “Is it true about the Redbull seat?”

You smirked at him.

“Maybeee”

You stood up, brushed yourself off and followed Daniel inside, with the intention of getting another drink, when you were stopped in the hallway by your brother.

“What the fuck did you say to Daniel?” he hissed as he pushed you into the kitchen. “He’s angrily ranting about Christian and I just know you have something to do with it!”

You crossed your arms defiantly and stared at the neck of his polo shirt, avoiding his eyes.

“I might have mentioned something about him being washed and not being considered for next year’s Redbull's seat…” you shrugged “He's only angry because it's true”

Daniel chose that exact moment to walk into the kitchen, and when his eyes landed on you he scoffed.

“Getting scolded by your big brother now? Must be hard living in his shadow”

Once again, your mouth reacted quicker than your brain.

“That's rich coming from Redbull's talentless cash cow”

“You only just turned 21 and you're already drinking so much everything out of your mouth is bullshit-”

“Okay, that's it!” Max yelled.

He slammed his drink down next to yours on the counter and dragged you to the nearest guest room, motioning for Daniel to follow you.

“You two are actually driving me up the wall with this shit! I don't know why you hate each other so much but I am sick of the constant bickering. You are not coming out of this room until you find some way to get along!”

He slammed the door shut on his way out and you and Daniel were left in silence.

You just stared at each other, full of contempt.

“I hate you”

“Oh, I know! You’ve made that abundantly clear!”

Silence once again fell upon you because neither of you had anything constructive or remotely helpful to say, so you sat down on the bed and picked at your nails.

He just scoffed again and started pacing around the room.

You didn’t know how long the silence lasted, but it felt like it stretched on for at least ten good minutes before you decided you’d had enough.

You stood up abruptly, planning on storming out of there without a word, your brother be damned, when you stopped by Daniel speaking up before you’d even made it halfway across the room.

“Is true about the RedBull seat?”

You realized for the first time how shitty his situation actually was. And it probably wasn’t made any better by your constant insulting him. And breaking the news to him like that, in front of everyone was probably humiliating, and quite frankly a very shitty thing to-

“Because if it is you definitely don’t deserve it. It should go to a driver that’s earned it with experience, not Max’s second rate bitch of a sister”

Okay, never mind then.

You turned around to face him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem” he started, pushing himself off the wall he’d been leaning against “is that you don’t deserve that seat, I do.”

“Well despite you sucking Christian’s dick for a decade, he doesn’t agree.”

Daniel stepped towards you, towering over your frame menacingly but you continued “I’ve scored double the points in the first half of this season that you scored in your entire time at this team, so whether you like it or not, I’ll be taking Max’s seat next year.”

He growled and leaned down so that there was barely an inch between your faces. “Say that again, I dare you.”

“Which part? The part about me being better than you? Or the part about how you’ve been bending over for any team boss that’ll have you? It’s not exactl- mmf!”

He’d grabbed your neck and crashed his lips to yours, silencing the onslaught of painful truths he couldn’t accept.

You reflexively grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer, other hand weaving into his hair and pulling, making him grunt as he easily slipped his tongue into your eager mouth.

Fuck it felt good. It had been a while since you’d been able to find a random person who didn’t know who you were to have sex with, so you were slightly pent up. You could feel your body temperature rising as you started getting breathless, and Daniel bit your bottom lip.

You suddenly realised where you were and pushed him backwards roughly.

"I won in Australia"

“Fuck you” he panted.

“Never” you spat at him before attempting to walk past but he intercepted you and pushed you roughly onto the bed.

“Fuck you, fuck your trophy and fuck this fucking dress”

He took advantage of your disorientation to climb on himself and turn you over, hiking your hips up and shoving your dress up. 

“The fuck are you-“  you were interrupted by your panties being dragged down unceremoniously.

You gasped as a finger came to dip between your folds to feel the dampness that had pooled there. “Daniel don’t you fucking dare-“

“Pretty fucking wet for someone who claims to hate me” he slipped a finger in easily pumping it and out a couple of times before adding a second.

“I do hate you, and if you think anything you could possibly do will change that then you’re even more delusional than I thought” you managed to say through gritted teeth as he added a third, before undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out.

He popped the tip inside and slowly, inch by inch, slip into your tight heat.

I took everything you had in you to not make a sound, you refused to give him the satisfaction.

When he nudged your cervix you shuddered, but your lips stayed firmly sealed.

“Say the word and I’ll stop, sweetheart” he said, voice cracking with how good your walls felt around him, he’d waited for this moment for a long time.

You didn’t make a sound though, and he chuckled as he pulled out halfway.

“Thought so”

He thrusted back in roughly, making you choke on a moan as he continued at a relentless pace and his hips slapped against yours.

You whined quietly and he leaned over you, hips never faltering, to whisper in your ear “what was that beautiful? I didn’t quite catch it…”

After a particularly hard thrust you moaned properly for the first time and he laughed.

“Fuck you” you spat and his hand went to wrap into your hair to pull your head back as he mouthed at your neck.

“I am fucking you, and you’re going to come on my cock. Because even if you get the seat, I’ll get the satisfaction of knowing I have something Max doesn’t. This sweet fucking pussy, drooling helplessly around my cock while he’s in the other room.”

Each thrust was harder than the last, and your eyes were rolling back into your skull as you tried to maintain some sort of control.

But you were failing miserably, Daniel somehow hitting all the perfect spots as your legs gave out and you were forced to lay flat on the bed while Daniel pushed your head down into the pillows and he bullied his cock into your weeping cunt mercilessly.

“Daniel, fuck!” you whimpered, you high quickly approaching after the change of angle “Shit, I’m gonna…”

You were right on the edge, but Daniel pulled out suddenly, ripping your orgasm from your grasp.

“What-!”

He turned you over and pressed you into the mattress by your neck and shoved his cock back into you before you could protest further.

“I want to see you come undone on my cock, see your pretty face as you lose control.”

You gave him the most hate-filled look you could muster, but it quickly slipped away when he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen the angle.

Small whimpers escaped you despite you biting your lip to keep quiet.

That displeased Daniel greatly, so he grabbed your jaw and leaned over you.

“Open.”

He was so forceful you had no choice but to comply and he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed down on your tongue to stop you from concealing your noises.

“Wanna hear you baby, I want Max to hear how his precious little sister is actually a whore. How Christians new driver is fucking ruined on my cock. How despite how much you think you hate me, you’re going to scream my name while I fill you up.”

Your hands were scratching down his back at this point, only encouraging him to go harder, and your abandoned high quickly came back full force.

You moans got higher in pitch and Daniel used his other hand to rub messy circles over your puffy clit, essentially throwing you over the edge as your orgasm knocked the wind out of you.

Your cunt spasmed and clenched around Daniel and there wasn’t much he could do to hold off his own high as he came inside you, head falling to the crook of your neck as his hips finally grinded to a halt.

He didn’t move for a while as you both lay there catching your breaths, slowly coming to terms with what you’d just done.

“Max is going to fucking kill you” you said, and he snorted before pulled out.

“Oh please, Max is in love with me. Besides, who’s gonna tell him? You?” he raised a cocky eyebrow as you pursed your lips.

He was right, you sure as hell weren’t going to tell your brother about this.

“Whatever, you���re paying for my plan B. I’ll send you the bill.”

He just chuckled as you quickly got to your feet to pull your dress down and straighten yourself up in front of the large mirror in the corner (God, Lewis was a freak) before going off to find a bathroom to clean yourself up properly in.

In the corridor, you ran into Max, who crossed his arms and blocked your path.

“Well? Did you two sort it out?”

“No” you growled and he sighed dejectedly.

You didn’t have time for this though, you could feel Daniel’s cum leaking out of you and running down your leg, so you pushed Max out of the way and rushed to the nearest bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, Daniel came out of the bedroom right after, and just as Max looked at him he was still putting his belt back on.

It didn’t take a genius to guess what that meant, Max saw red as Daniel froze, the older man noticing him a beat too late.

Well, so much for keeping it on the down low…

The rest of the season was going to be interesting…

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Could I please request Alastor seeing his QP partner attacking/distracting Adam during the finale so that he could get away, and maybe some angst of Alastor knowing he can't go and help them in his near death condition, and not knowing if they're dead or alive. Spoiler they're fine you don't become close with the Radio Demon without being some sort of badass.

Sorry if this is too specific, I hope you're having a good day.

I sort of combined this one with @meefy's request (this one). It doesn't totally match the asks, so I apologize. I threw this together between classes a bit hastily, so sorry if the pacing or writing seems off.

Yeah, Reader is a little OP. Oh well.

May or may not write a continuation where Al takes care of Reader's injuries...

TW: Canon-typical violence

Let Me Help You

Alastor x Reader (QP)

There were suddenly angels fucking everywhere. Gold ichor mixed with deep red in pools on the ground. Alastor’s shield had shattered. It hadn’t even been ten minutes, and the shield was gone. 

You tried to look for Alastor on the roof, anything to show he was alright. A flash of green followed by the distinct sight of Alastor’s tentacles helped soothe your worrying, turning back to the fight at hand. He’d be okay. He was one of the most powerful demons in Hell, he had to be okay. 

Regardless, you started to fight your way to the roof, cutting angels down left and right. Your prowess in battle had started to show through, dodging expertly before retaliating effortlessly. But there were so many of them. 

The numbers became overwhelming. Angel after angel started flanking you at every angle. You were trying to keep your eye on Alastor, but you kept nearly tripping over corpses instead. An angelic spear grazed your cheek, causing you to lash out, knocking back the growing crowd before tearing them apart one by one.

A terrible sinking feeling developed in your stomach, causing your focus to go straight up. With a flash, you teleported yourself to the roof. Alastor was half-transformed, a sinister grin filling his face while his signature tentacles framed his figure.

Adam, the first man himself, was in the air, brandishing a weapon resembling a guitar.

“--Cuz radio is fucking dead!” Adam shouted, as a bright flash of light caused you to shield your eyes. 

The moment the light subsided, your eyes widened in shock. 

“What just happened?” Alastor looked around frantically, locking eyes with you before seeing his cane in his hands, snapped in half. “Fuck.”

Neither of you saw Adam fly back down, swinging his weapon down. Alastor fell back into the ground, blood dripping from a huge gaping wound in his chest.

“Alastor!” You cried, running over to stand in front of him. Staring Adam down, your face pulled into a snarl. “You motherfucker!” Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you lunged at the angel.

 

Using your lightning-fast reflexes to your advantage, you managed to dodge any attack Adam sent your way. You narrowly missed getting obliterated multiple times, but what matters is that Adam’s focus is on you. Stealing a quick glance back at where Alastor was leaning against the wall, the huge gash in his chest slowly soaking his shirt with blood, you saw him melt into the shadows while glaring heavily at Adam with his ever-present smile. 

“Oh no,” Adam mocked. “Did I just kill your boyfriend?”

“Fuck you.” You focused all your anger, all your worry, into misdirecting Adam. At this point, you were just trying to keep him busy. Luckily, you’d learned some things during your time in Hell, thanks to Alastor. Keeping Adam running back and forth wasn’t that difficult, or at least you tried to keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you tired him out, or let the others focus on the horde of angels, it would help?

Where did Alastor even go? How were you supposed to find him when he just disappeared in thin air? Was he going to be okay? What would happen if he died? Would you do if he died?

Somehow, even though you were distracted, you kept dodging Adam’s attacks. The fatigue was growing on you, though. Adam was definitely not like the other angels. Any time you tried to attack him, he dodged or countered before you could react properly. His attacks were too strong for you to take head-on, which was why you were stuck dodging everything. 

“Now this is just fucking boring,” Adam groaned. With a movement of his fingers, you found yourself on the ground with a flash of light. A burning sensation ripped a pained cry from your chest as you doubled over, coughing up blood. 

Adam kicked your side for good measure, sending you careening off the building. “Fucking pussy.” 

You mustered a portal before you hit the ground, softening your fall as you rolled into your bedroom. It still hurt, pain causing your body to spasm. Dangerous-looking burns decorated the skin on the upper half of your body. While your vision faded in and out of focus, you tried to use some of your power to heal yourself as best you could. 

The pain eased just enough that you could focus on the matter at hand: finding Alastor. At this point, you couldn’t give a shit whether angels killed everyone in Hell or not. You needed to find your partner. You needed to find Alastor. 

Hands shaking, you mentally went through a checklist of every place in Hell you’d ever been to, trying to determine where he’d have gone. 

Almost like mockery, the old radio that sat on your desk crackled faintly. Of course! Where else would Alastor be but the one place he feels most in control. 

Rather than trying to make another portal, you picked yourself up off the floor and started walking. The hotel itself was abandoned, making it easy for you to traverse the halls without interruption. Your body ached as adrenaline started to wear off, but at least you could function. Who’s to say what Alastor was capable of. 

You cringed at the memory of his wound. Not only was it long, but it looked deep, with blood steadily leaking out. Alastor’s signature red outfit and his blood was not a good combo, you decided. Yes, it might match, but it was not right. 

It didn’t take long for you to get to the recording booth near the top of the hotel, carefully making sure you stayed out of sight. Your wounds healed little by little as you walked, your natural healing factor kicking in. A few well-placed deals, and your healing was nearly ten times as fast as a regular Sinner’s.

There was no need to knock, the door hanging from its hinges. The recording booth was in massive disarray. And in the center, leaning weakly in his chair, sat the man you were looking for. 

“Alastor.” You breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him still alive, but further inspection didn’t do much to help your nerves. His breathing was shallow, expression pained but somehow still holding a strained grin. 

“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp. 

“Helping you, obviously,” you snapped in reply. There was no first aid kit nearby, so you just ripped sections of your jacket off, forcefully shoving the scraps onto Alastor’s still-bleeding chest. 

“I do not need your help,” he snarled back. Despite his words, he didn’t try to discard the fabric you were now pressing into his wound. 

When Alastor finched, you hesitated. You didn’t want to cause him any more pain, be it physical or emotional, but you knew he’d insist on trying to deal with everything himself. You were a similar way, but he’d also do the exact same thing you were doing if the situation were reversed. 

Gritting your teeth, you forcefully held the fabric to him as it slowly became blood soaked. “Summon a damn first aid kit.”

“I said–”

“I don’t fucking care.” You raised your head, meeting Alastor’s eyes so he knew you were serious. Was your voice shaking? Maybe. Were you scared? Most definitely. Was Alastor more important? Always. “Let me help you.”

Alastor visibly deflated, bringing a hand to his face. “Fine.” His voice was stiff, defiant. With a wave of his hand, a first aid kit appeared beside you. 

You were silent as you worked, now with actual medical supplies at your disposal. Any training you’d had while you were alive all came back to you while you attempted not to make the injury any worse than it already was. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were still alive,” Alastor admitted quietly after a few minutes. “Adam was much… more than I’d anticipated. I appreciate that you allowed me to retreat.”

Pausing, you looked Alastor up and down, possibly to see if he had a head injury as well. Never, in all your years, had Alastor ever said anything so kind to you. 

“What else would I do?” You shrugged. “Leave you to die? In your dreams, maybe. We’ve been friends for so many years, I’ve lost count. So of course I helped you, you stubborn asshole. A psychopathic angel is nothing if it means helping you.”

Alastor was silent for a moment. “If Adam had killed you…” The room filled with static, Alastor’s true demon form coming out ever-so-slightly. “I was prepared to burn all of Heaven to the ground.”

“Thanks for the sentiment, Al.” Your expression softened, unable to deny the smile that grew on your face. “Now, sit up so I can secure this gauze.”

Hours later, after the hotel had been rebuilt and you were prepared to act like Soft Alastor had never happened, an arm looped in yours. Alastor stood beside you, smiling down like always. 

“Come now, dearest. It’s time for supper!” 

Something about Alastor was different now. His expression was altered. He’d seemed more defensive in the aftermath of the battle, however, he seemed to do the exact opposite around you. 

It was subtle enough that only you (and maybe Rosie) would be able to tell. Luckily, for Alastor, you were perfectly content keeping your observations to yourself.

[thepookiestpookiebear]

Twisted wonderland (WIP !!!)

Jade Leech x fem reader | Floyd Leech x fem reader

Can be read as any other gender if you'd like

Not a request but I just wrote this while on a road trip, aka right now. I wrote this in 30 minutes if you can't tell, obviously it's gonna be messy and not proofread

Cw : swearing/cursing, not proofread, Jade, Floyd. Ooc, rushed.

Wc: no fucking idea honestly I don't bother counting

You pant, absolutely exhausted. You had to chase after Grim to somehow force convince him to attend classes, but that little brat keeps running away and hiding. You find yourself all alone in some huge dark hallway, wandering around trying to find Grim.

"Grim ! Grim !! GRIM !!! WHERE ARE YOU ??" You shout, your voice echoing along the walls and high ceilings. "God knows what I'll do once i get my hands on you, you little sh*t.." you mutter angrily.

You're lost, but it's not like you really care at the moment. You're so busy cursing Grim in your head that you can't bring yourself to give a single f*ck.

That is, until you heard the dreadfully familiar voice of Floyd. (Insert oh shit, not good sfx)

"Heya, Lil shrimpy~ whatchu doing here, huh ? Did the little shrimpy get lost ?"

He says, with that menacing toothy grin of his. Sometimes you wonder how the hell his teeth are so white, what kinda toothpaste does he use ? Heck, do they even have colgate in twisted wonderland ? Maybe he uses its twisted wonderland equivalent. But damn, his teeth are whiter than my bedsheets and brighter than my earrings.

After a moment of internal brainstorming, you answer "Yup. Sucks to be me I guess. But that aside, why are you here ?"

His grin widens "that's for me to know and you to find out~" Oh how you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face because BOI you're not in the mood to joke around at the moment. 'Goddammit Grim, you will be the death of me one day..'

"Well, do you happen to know where Grim went ? That little sh- I mean, rascal, decided to play 'the dad who went to get milk' role and disappeared." Holy fucking shit, why is that burj khalifa eel leech whatever the fuck he is guy giggling like a fucking schoolgirl ? (Not that he's far from that actually) .

Giggle not as in the usual giggle he does but the kind of giggle a kid does when he's hiding something. Hmm. That's suspicious, that's weird..*insert sfx*

Well whatever, it doesn't matter what the hell he finds so funny because before you know it, you are gone.

Kaboom.

Abracadabra.

Gone. Gone and left no crumbs

Whoosh.

Because fuck no you ain't getting involved with Floyd or the octavinelle trio ever again. Even if fucking Leona held you at gunpoint and threatened you, you would still refuse to get involved with that slimy motherfucker.

'Yeah no thanks, but when I said I want my back broken I didn't mean it literally.'

*Insert sfx* AwOoP ! JuMpSCarE~

It seems luck wasn't by your side today, as you ran straight into a solid mass.

You groan "Oh fuck me.." you whine. Jade chuckles. Just as you had expected, he's grinning ominously at you while holding Grim in his right hand.

Well fuck, you should've known better. At this point these two leeches are your sleep paralysis demons.

(Would you believe me if I said I actually had Floyd as my sleep paralysis demon once ? It was fucking horrifying.)

"Oya oya, look who we have here, Floyd~ What a coincidence.."

He says, eyes glowing ominously while both of their grins stretch wider than your legs do whenever someone mentions geto or gojo. /j /not j

"Indeed a very unfortunate pleasant coincidence. Come to think of it, why weren't you with Floyd earlier ?"

He quirks an eyebrow "Oh, but i was. You just didn't see me. I was behind you the entire time, prefect."

"That isn't very...reassuring"

You trail off. "Well doesn't matter, can you just give me that thing ?"

You point at Grim, purposely calling him a thing to piss him off.

Grim begs to differ though, "THING ??? IM NOT A THING, IM THE GREAT SORCERER GRIM !!!!-" although that doesn't last long, he is quickly shut up by Jade's stare.

You grin, cockily. Haha take that you little gremlin ! That's what you get !!

But your thoughts are cut off just as quickly by Floyd, "Ehhh ? Shrimpy's mouth is open ?"

"Huh ? What does that have to do with this ?" You say, confused. Meanwhile Floyd quickly shoots Jade a knowing glance, which unnerves you.

"Nothing to worry your little head about, shrimpy~" "indeed, my brother is right, do not concern yourself with such matters."

Much to your shock, Jade wordlessly hands you Grim. Your mouth drops open

"Holy shit, Are you guys okay ? You behave as if you just ate Lilia's food... either that, or the sun will rise at the west tomorrow !"

The two simply smile and walk away.

Well, that was confusing..

[brittscafe]

hi! I completely love your hcs for shunsui 😩 can I also request nsfw and sfw hcs for shinji?

have a nice dayy

Thank you and of course! <3 Shinji is sooo underrated.

Shinji Hirako Headcanons:

SWF:

The biggest tease to exist.

Shinji has the deepest attachment to you and would literally decay if you ever left him.

Shinji's the biggest fan of PDA.

He has a habit of slapping your ass as you walk past him and adores seeing the way you fluster at his actions.

He has no shame in pulling you aside for a quick little make out session and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

Everyone in the soul society knows you're together as Shinji practically chases you around every second of the day.

His love language is words of affirmation.

Shinji has a way with words that swoon you easily.

If you feel insecure or sad, he will cheer you up within 5 seconds.

Although, he would never admit it, he's very smart and can tell how you're feeling with just one glance.

If you ever get seriously injured, a flicker of anger jolts Shinji's body and he'll make whoever harmed you pay.

Shinji cares deeply about you and he'll hunt whoever hurt you to the ends of the earth.

After that, he'll stay by your side and nurse you back to health.

In the morning, he'll be sweet and pull you into his chest.

He'll pepper your face in kisses, praising you and telling you how much he loves and adores you.

He always convinces you to stay in bed a little longer than you're suppose to.

Shinji will often tickle you and a smile grows widely on his face as your laughter fills the room.

He loves your laughter and will find anyway to make you laugh.

His kisses are from straight heaven...or hell depending on how you see it.

He'll linger his lips over yours, teasing you.

Just when you think he's done teasing you and you start to walk away, he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you into a deep kiss.

It takes your breath away and just when you think he's done, he starts teasing you again.

He loves to play games with you.

NSWF:

He's one cocky motherfucker in bed (excuse my language...)

He loves to tease you to your breaking point when until you beg for him on your knees.

He's down to try anything. Blindfolds, bondage, spanking, but his favorites are overstimulation and mirror sex.

Now, he would never do anything to hurt you unless you asked.

He loves seeing the way face twists in pleasure and how your mouth drops open, letting out a moan in the mirror as his fingers are deep inside of you.

Shinji adores praising you in front of the mirror. If you feel insecure about your body, he'll waste no time undressing you and touching every inch of your body while explaining how much he worships you.

Don't even get me started on overstimulation. He'll do it until there are tears about to slip out from your eyes.

The only time, he likes to see tears pouring out from your eyes is when you down on your knees and you're practically gagging on his cock.

One time you asked him to pull your hair and it was a huge mistake.

At first, you thought you were going to enjoy it until Shinji almost broke your neck in half.

He profusely apologized to you and made it up to you later.

Let's just say he never tried to pull on your hair again or you swore to kill him in his sleep.

Shinji loves to take bath with you after and clean you up.

He'll hold you in his arms and massage the parts of your body that are sore while telling you how good of a job you did.

You usually end up falling asleep in his arms, so he'll dry you and off and put you into a new change of clothes before he carries you to bed.

[tostadamika]

Daniel Watches She-Ra & The Princesses Of Power

-S1E1- 'The Sword Part 1'

Today's She-Ra Watch Art: This shitty Glimmer doodle.

Look I promise they won't all be garbage ;-; I promise

Okay I wanna preface: Not every post is gonna be this detailed, I didn't even intend to go on this long with just one episode but I lost track of time. Some posts I'll be short & sweet. Some I'll be long winded to a comical degree. Depends on my feeling.

I think I'll just keep it to one paragraph per episode, & only pull out the long rambles when I finish a season. I think that'll work. Yeah.

Okay so I have no idea who any of these people are because I literally just started but one of these guys is a lizard. I'm a huge sucker for lizard people in anything ever so I immediately like this fucker. He's a lizard, that is all I need. He's just instantly cool because lizards are fucking rad as hell dude.

So Cat-Ra speaks, that first fucking line of hers.

The fucking "Hey Adora"

The first fucking thing I said to myself, out loud, was the immediate reaction I had to that line: "Oh so they're gay."

I don't know if it's like canon or not but one of the things I know about this show is people ship them a lot. I have no idea if that's actually like a canon thing in the show or not but I've seen a lot of fanart of them so I know people at the very least WANT them to kiss or hold hands or get married & buy a house in the suburbs & raise like 5 kids & watch Shrek on VHS & talk about doing their taxes or whatever idk.

That being an actual thing in the show itself? Uh I guess I'll see what happens so who the fuck knows man. Maybe they just explode idk.

But like....dude. DUDE. The fucking way Cat-Ra said it was just....

SO fucking extra like that immediately felt fruity to me. I'm already getting that vibe from her. On top of that, the way her & Adora continue to interact in the episode also give off a very distinct vibe, a rather, ahem, 'fruity' vibe. I think I'm already getting the idea of why this ship is popular. I do believe I see the vision.

Also, quick tangent, I LOVE the way the animators animated Cat-Ra like an actual cat. Her hair getting puffed up when she's agitated, her ears moving to reflect her mood. Her eyes dilating like how cat eyes actually do. THEY EVEN ALSO MADE HER PURR LIKE AN ACTUAL CAT, LIKE SHE AUDIBLY CAN BE HEARD PURRING. THAT'S SUCH AN ADORABLE DETAIL & IT MAKES HER IMMEDIATLEY ENDEARING AS FUCK.

Also I guess it makes sense Cat-Ra would be into women, yeah?

Because it makes sense that CAT-Ra would be interested in PUSSY.

(Please Laugh) (I'm desperate please think I'm funny I need this)

Now moving on, let me talk about this BITCH.

One. Compared to the original Shadow Weaver, they sure did make her a way more intimidating villain.

Two. FUCK THIS BITCH??????

THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU FUCKING BITCHY, INKBLOT LOOKING, WACKY WAVING TUBE MAN HAIR HAVING, WIZARD-WANNABE MOTHERFUCKER? LITERALLY SHUT UP

+ NO ONE CARES & ALSO YOU SMELL BAD

+ YOU LOOK LIKE A BOOTLEG ERMAC

+ YOU'RE MEAN TO CAT-RA, I MEAN HONESTLY, WHO THE FUCK JUST BULLIES A CAT?

IMAGINE BULLYING A FUCKING CAT. FUCK THIS BITCH.

I DO NOT CARE FOR THIS WOMAN.

HER SMUG AURA MOCKS ME.

Hi so I immediately love you?? Like instantly my favorite character just from the design alone. Glimmer is so real honestly.

I also like Bow, like, Bow is just so fucking cool & nice? He's such a real one, I wanna be best friends with him & hang out he's just so lovable like he's just awesome. I love this man immediately. He deserves all the good in the world actually.

Also holy shit the contrast between Bow in the original show vs this reboot design.

It's funny, the original design WAY more gay than the new one.

The new one that a lot of people (and by people I mean homophobic douchenozzles.) complained about, the design for Bow in this supposedly 'woke tumblr sjw cartoon' has a design that is far less homoerotic in it's design & feel.

The original Bow just outright looks like a fucking gay pornstar.

He's got the trademark 'Gay Porno Mustache™' & everything.

Okay so there's a magic sword or something, etc.

They mentioned Eternia.

Okay so, one of the reasons the original she-ra was lame as fuck compared to He-Man? No Skeletor.

Hordak & literally all the villains in the original show suck ass.

They fucking suck. Hordak is just Skeletor but boring & shitty.

Why the FUCK did they not take the oppurtunity to replace Hordak with Skeletor? You don't even need to add He-Man, I'm fine with that.

But You could have just taken She-Ra & added a better villain because Skeletor fucking rules. He calls people boobs. That's fucking awesome & cool. WHERE IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS SKELETOR? LOOK SHOW. HORDAK WAS FUCKING LAME AS FUCK.

SO IF THIS REBOOT IS GOING TO CONVINCE ME THAT HORDAK IS IN ANY WAY A LEGITIMATELY COOL VILLAIN, THEN THEY BETTER FUCKING PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS BECAUSE IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO CONVINCE ME THAT THEY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF JUST USING SKELETOR INSTEAD. LIKE, YOU BETTER FUCKING IMPRESS ME BECAUSE OTHERWISE, THE LACK OF SKELETOR IS GONNA BE A HUGE FLAW THAT YOU CANNOT OVERLOOK.

I mean, so far they managed to make me actually LIKE Cat-Ra, & the original Cat-Ra fucking sucks. Shadow Weaver sucked & so far at least this reboot Shadow Weaver is actually intimidating. But man, you better fuckin' impress me show, because the lack of Skeletor is felt deep within my soul.

OH wait hold on.

Okay I see why everyone said this show is gay now.

Anyways I didn't mean to ramble on this long about the show in just one episode, I promise this is gonna be a rare occurrence. I think from now on, I'll keep it shortened to just one paragraph per post. I'll only pull out these long posts when I finish a season or something.

Anyways uh:

-Glimmer is the best

-I'm sorry but I'm not over the skeletor thing WHY DID YOU NOT USE HIM HE WAS RIGHT THERE-

[celestialholz]

The Anatomy of an Outfit (aka 'holy fucking Continuum THE LOOK™)

Y'all know I haven't seen a single STP episode since 2.9. I would rather gargle with acid than go near this show ever again frankly, but, well...

... Good sweet sanctuary what the fucking hell is THIS. :O (@tennant, clearly a fellow appreciator of all things ancient god, must be thanked profusely for these glorious few shots I'm about to show off. <3)

I called this lovely, lovely man returning about ten minutes after he 'died', but I don't think any of us were expecting his outfit to slay THIS HARD when he did. And not only is it the sexiest thing my fortunate eyes have ever had the pleasure to absorb, but it also happens to be very, er... well let's be real here, it's ridiculously Qcard-coded.

Let's break it down, shall we?

We'll start with the obvious: it's maroon and black. This look appears to be a mad fusion of his Encounter at Farpoint judge robes (which is fair, we end as we begin), and his husband of forty years' captain's uniform. That piped shoulder's hugely reminding me of this, in fact:

It's the inverse! You know, the same look, flipped? Because they have perfectly distinct personalities but are also mega gay???? Costume department allies fr.

The delightfully dramatic sash Q's rocking is also interesting - it places maroon at the centre of the outfit, and is its grandest statement, which makes it an excellent example of the importance of the colour to its wearer. This is the clothing equivalent of him having mon capitaine tattooed across his essence, which... well yeah, valid. Canonical facts. It's worn across virtually his whole chest, too, because nothing says 'that's my husband' more than having him literally held against your heart.

It's a different era of captain, across two shoulders - the old teasing, and the new love.

Also, this fucking brooch.

Now, whilst I doubt they've given even John de Lancie a piece made of actual rubies for a fifteen-second scene, the stones here are very clearly meant to evoke them. And rubies are interesting for several reasons:

They're Picard's birthstone, his birthday being July 13th;

They're symbolic of power and protection. What follows is some of the interesting info I've picked up from internet gemology on rubies:

... Huh. Resolve disputes. 'Dispel anger,' when we've seen a darker Q in this series. And 'protective powers'... mm, how many times has Q saved Picard's life again? What did we get up to, six?

... 'Romantic love.' 'Devotion.' Uh-huh.

This brooch is also evocative of the Navaratna, or this thing:

The brooch itself is clearly stylised, but it features eight gems orbiting a central larger ruby (which is meant to be the sun by the way, as though this motherfucker wasn't already evocative ENOUGH of the sun here or here), and is an important cultural and religious symbol in Hinduism. What's it symbolic of, exactly?

... Oh, nothing much. Just... just this.

... Like I said, nothing much, just the whole concept of Qcard in fucking jewellery form.

The brooch's also, as the wife @porgthespacepenguin pointed out, an eight-pointed star.

... Have I mentioned yet that I fucking detest this show? Because I really fucking detest this show.

There's nine rubies on it, as well. Picard's in his nineties.

So, let's recap:

Nine of Picard's birthstone for his ninety years

Sun symbolism, AGAIN

Celestial relationships

Beyond space and time

Romance

Prosperity

Protection

Resolution

So, all that, from a brooch worn over an outfit that looks suspiciously like Picard's, which has a sash across it in Picard's colour.

... And I'm supposed to believe that Qcard isn't endgame? You're really going to gaslight me to this degree right in front of my salad, you absolute bastards????

Guys, when you inevitably wipe this shitshow of a Star Trek from your collective minds like I'm about to do, just... take this with you. Take the fact that everything about this outfit and this SHOW has said all along that Qcard is endgame, until they couldn't be arsed. Until they lost their balls for the pathetic few who might have naysayed it.

Patrick, and certainly John, deserved so much better. I'm glad that at least someone on this set understands that. (I see you, costumers. I see you, and I love you.)

Just going to... just going to stare at the absolute fine-aged wine of a man that is John de Lancie for a moment, before I lose my whole shit. He calms my soul, you see.

HIT THE SLAY KING JOHN <3

[alterrune]

A MESSAGE FROM IRL!ALTERRUNE

tw: the 2024 election, politics, homophobia

Do I have to fucking do this...?

Yes, Kyle. I know you don't want to talk about this, but we need you to say something about your sudden absense from the story.

(Kyle's been in his room ever since 'the event' happened. He's been facedown on his bed ever since and is being incredibly rude and vulgar, even to Harmony and Synth. I've been trying to convince him to say something about this for a long time, and he finally let me do it after I intercepted an order from the cafeteria for him and said he'd have to leave his room for food until he did what I wanted. Believe it or not, he actually SUPPORTED the-President-that-must-not-be-named back in 2016, which he now considers as one of his biggest regrets. So seeing him back in power...yeah, his past came back to haunt him, and it's haunting him HARD.)

Let's just get this fucking over with.

Are you going to lift your head up, or...?

No. I'm fucking fine. Let's get this shit done.

(He's also been swearing like a sailor, and if you could hear his voice right now, it'd sound like he was totally and utterly exhausted. Which, to be frank, he is. He shot off numerous rounds into the walls of his room [which he said he'd pay the repair costs in full for], and told me he had to empty every single round of ammunition he had on him into the furniture and walls of his room so he didn't shoot a person. Of course he's exhausted.)

"okay, we're rolling."

Hey everyone. It's IRL!Alterrune here. And I'm fucking off for a bit.

To every fucking one of you in the USA right now who actually used their fucking brains during the elections: You have my sincerest condolences.

I supported that motherfucker, and to this goddamn day, I still consider that my biggest fucking regret ever.

"You're Canadian, why should you care?" Because thanks to the dumbass people who fucking supported that jerk-off, EVERYONE loses. The USA is incredibly powerful, so yeah, everyone on Earth, INCLUDING THEIR NEXT-DOOR-NEIGHBOR CANADA, fucking loses.

I am fucking retracting myself from the story for a bit. I don't know when I'll be back. But until he either gets impeached or fucking assassinated, I'm going to stay like this. And I sincerely hope it's the latter. I hope someone fucking blows his motherfucking brains out all over the goddamn floor and---

OOOOKAY, Kyle, that's enough of that! Let's move on, please!

(Kyle gives us a sneer. Excuse me, Kyle, but I'm not the one insinuating ASSASSINATION OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA here! I'm trying to stop you before you get us all in trouble!)

Regardless, as I was fucking saying, I'll be gone from the story for I don't even fucking know how long. I'll be back, but until then, I hope HE goes down before shit hits the fan.

And by the way, Vi. Believe me when I say this: there is a fucking LINE-UP for people trying to assassinating him. I'm MOST CERTAINLY NOT one of them because I'm not fucking looking to add "terrorist" to my resume, but there are others out there who can and WILL try to get a hit on him, and I'll be overjoyed when they finally kill him and fucking finally send him straight to Hell.

Vi? We should probably cut the feed before he says anything else that'll get us in HUGE trouble.

"HE'S ALREADY SAID ENOUGH. CUT THE FEED, ALREADY."

WAIT. There's one more thing I want to say.

(Kyle suddenly forces his head up...and...oh god. He hasn't been taking his sleeping pills for his insomnia, his face clearly shows that he hasn't gotten any sleep. He looks AWFUL. However, his angry expression suddenly changes into a somber one.)

(ahem)

To anyone who's in the LGBTQIA+ community:

Don't give up. Fight. Fight like you've never fucking fought before. He says you don't exist? Fuck him. You do exist. Don't let him drive you to suicide, that's exactly what he wants you to do. I may be straight, but I'm not going to sit back and let him ruin all of you. I don't care what the hell he says or does, BREAK THE LAW if you have to. Love is love, and fuck me if I'm letting that BASTARD try and ruin that.

(We all suddenly look in shock. Kyle, completely unprompted, just straight-up gave a sincere and heartfelt speech, and didn't add any unneccesary pander to it. ON ALMOST NO SLEEP.)

(While we're all picking our jaws up off the ground, Kyle gets back onto his bed, this time lying on his back with a pillow over his face.)

Okay. I'm done. Cut the fucking feed now.

(Harmony stops the feed on Kyle's command. Holy shit, what just happened?)

Well, that...could've gone better.

Yeah, but...that speech at the end. Kyle just suddenly did a 180 degree spin on that entire thing.

What the hell even happened there?

Yeah, Kyle, what was with that sudden shift?

I said exactly what had to be said. That the LGBTQIA+ community shouldn't give up just because the-President-that-must-not-be-named said so. If the world wants to fucking explode itself, then by god, I'm making sure I'm staying on the chunk of earth that has the right people on it. I had a PRIDE MONTH EVENT for AtO, so believe me when I say that I do not (and never will) support the actions he is taking. I will NOT let him fuck up the people in that community no matter what. I will defend them with my life if I have to.

Wow. I...uh...never expected YOU to be this defensive about this.

Who else will be?

Fair enough.

Alright, everyone, let's leave Kyle alone for a bit. I think he needs to take his insomnia pills.

Oh shit...I completely forgot to take them. Yeah, I think some rest would be nice.

(I escort everyone out of the room, as Kyle takes his sleeping pills and conks out almost immediately.)

Thanks, Kyle. Glad to know that even in times of peril, you still know who the good guys are, and you rush to defend them.

(I close the door to Kyle's room, leaving him to his nap. Sweet dreams, Kyle, hope you come back soon.)

STATUS OF IRL!ALTERRUNE: OFFLINE

[nahpu55yboy]

Colonel Miles Quadritch x recom Y/N

Jumping in with the trend I guess 🤷🏼‍♀️. I'm in love with him I swear my dad issues be showing. I'm warning y'all I'm new to this whole writing stories thing. (And writing in general)

Warnings: swearing, a bit of aggression. But in general nothing bad.

Motherfucking cock sucking scientist. The only thing that was on your mind when you observed your body. I mean you're blue, you're as tall as a street light. Yes, you did sign those papers 15 years ago. But shit you didn't expect that you'll actually become those aliens.

Now now you don't despise Na'vi like some of your... other recom partners however you're riled up for everything. First earlier today you got kicked by your teammate Z-dog when she woke up and freaked out seeing most of her "enemies" Infront of her. Then that little general or whatever. She is a pain in the ass, nagging 24/7. And lastly, those pathetic excuses of human scientists got you earlier to do some tests while you would rather go do other things, doesn't matter what things. Anything just for it to not be some stinky soaked with depression lab.

Now that you have been ranting in your head for almost an hour in the bathroom you decided it's bout time to go see what your team is doing. Also, find out if there is a new assigned task from RDA.

You walk out of your room. The whole recom team had a separate living arrangement. It was almost square-sized. Bedrooms all around the main area that had huge Avatar-sized sofas with little couches and a table in the middle. Mostly used to put feet on after long and hard days.

Then there was an open kitchen at one of the corners of the huge living arrangement full of cabins that are almost like a whole wardrobe to a human. Each cabinet had huge, specially made cups and plates. You remember three days ago when you saw the utensils and nearly pissed yourself. The spoon looked like a human-sized, shovel.

"Y/N" After you walked out you heard Corporal Winfield instantly call out to you. Taking one look at him slightly and vastly jogging at you, you giggled "What is it, Lyle? Being bullied for being called an egg?" You amused. Lyles's face dropped. And here he thought you'll help him to stop oh the immense teasing.

You heard from the other corner Mansk snorting while still holding his complete poker face. That was the only thing that shocked you the most. How the hell can he always have a neutral face? Not long ago all of you found out that your new bodies give away emotions way easier. Everyone were talking about who should fuck who (a conversation often occurring between the team) and when Brown mentioned Mansk and Walker "having to bone" Mansks' tail started wagging. Even tho he kept his usual emotionless face. Since then it was the main thing we teased him about.

You smiled at the memory. Then Ja brought you back to reality. "Y/N, you there?" You just blinked, dumbfounded, letting out a huh. Zhang sighed he had the biggest dad vibes of the whole recom team. "We were talking about the fact that Colonel will be finally fully transported today and that you will be joining us. Right?"  The last part was less of a question and more of a weird way of telling you to not slack off more and consentrate.

"Hell yeah, I'll be going with y'all. Don't want to miss seeing Lyle's ass being swept by Colonel" Winfield scoffed "Ain't happening" you smirked the determination in your eyes made him wince. "How bout a bet? I say you'll get your ass handed to you. If not, you win. What do ya think?" Lyle put his hand on his chin, pretending like he's thinking, even though you knew he's too competitive to ever decline.

That's the fun part: after you found this competitive side to him, you never lost a chance to get free money. Of course, sometimes you let him win, making him think that there's a 50/50 chance of victory. However, for that to happen, you already have to know the outcome. What can you say somehow you were very good at reading people like books. 

"Fine, but then I'm betting 100 bucks" for your work that was literally nothing. "Lyle, come on, don't make me yawn. Money is not what I want." He cocks his eyebrows and says, "Oh? Then what do you have in mind?" You smirk, full of mischief. "The loser will have to wear a maid's dress for two days straight." You heard Fike let out a loud sound of amusement, with a few others gasping.

Everyone were now intrigued by the bet while also knowing the outcome. They knew you would never bet on something so emberasing with a chance of losing. Yet Lyle was too filled with the high of the bet to realize it. Without thinking, he took your arm and shook it. 

"Fike, while we're gone, get the maid's dress ready." 

After a few more moments, you, Weinfleet, Mansk, and Zhang left, walking through large hallways. Passing a lot of little ant people, some with green camo clothing, others with lab coats. Some were in their normal attire. However everyone were getting out the way, all looking slightly frightened with the four giants walking by.

That always annoyed you. You didn't really like when people were respectful just out of fear. That means if you were in a very vulnerable state, they wouldn't hesitate to make sure that you wouldn't make it. 

After a long, awkward walk, you finally got to the lab where Quadritch should be. Zhang put in the code, opening the door, and all of us, one by one, got through the comically small door. 

In the lab, many scientists were either too invested in their current task or too scared to acknowledge the huge, scary military aliens.

You gave Lyle a knowing glance and he understood as well. It's not like you haven't heard the shit people talk about you all behind your back when they think that you can't hear. 

Weinfleet coughed to get attention from those limp-dick scientists. After not getting it, he rolled his eyes. "Excuse me, can someone take us to Colonel Miles Quadritch's room?" Almost everyone stopped in their tracks. Even though Lyle didn't shout, his voice was stern enough to scare those shitheads to the core. 

Before you were able to say something, one of the many individuals, a girl, stood closer to them. "C-come, um, follow me," she said, obviously pissing her pants. We all exchanged knowing glances. Then  started to follow the little human. She was so small that her normal walking would literally have us standing. But I think she did her homework and knew to walk as fast as she could. 

"This is the room" she stopped Infront of meny units. You all gave her a nood of acknowledgement. Then she instantly went somewhere. It felt like if you would have blinked she just would have disappeared into thin air.

"Alright let's go inside. I want to see Lyle losing the bet" Mansk said then put in the code bending down to get though the door. All of us staid a little bit surprised. Mansk never talked and even if he did it would be maximum 4 words.

But we vastly recoverd and whent inside. Then we saw him.. technically. You saw some scientist inside talking with Mansk who was completely unresponsive. Honestly? Wouldn't be shocked if he would admit that half the time he's asleep under those glasses.

"So we'll be putting a light shock to his body to get him conscious. Be prepared to hold him. We don't need accidents like the last time..." The man said while lighty trailing off and looking at you. You giggled nervously perhabs when you woke up 3 days ago you might of tried to snap everyone's neck from the unknown place.

Lyle laughed while you glared at him. "Ok anyways get in position I'll count to 5."

"1"

We all made to either sides of the bed I and Zhang near Colonel's arms. And Mansk and Lyle near Quadritch's legs.

"2"

You locked at Colonel's face he looked so familiar yet so faint.

"3"

You remembered when you both would always have these moments where you would almost rip each other's throats out.

"4"

You looked at his arm. It had that same bird tattoo. You remember when the both of you and the team got so drunk Lopez persuaded everyone to get a tat. Colonel of course got an eagle, patriotic bastard, Lyle an egg on the nape of his neck to this day we make fun out of him for it. Z-dog got a dragon on her ankle. And you-

"5"

Everything happened so fast. Everything was fuzzy all you saw was Weinfleet flying back with his hands on his face.

.

.

.

The walk back was silent. Quadritch wasn't in a good mood to talk. I mean you understand he hated Na'vi the most. Imagine waking one day up like one of the things you hate the most. Especially not knowing how you died.

Zhang was just pissed that some human tried to talk shit bout you 5. That always got under his skin I guess he really is the dad of the team.

Mansks well he's just himself.

You slightly smirk. And position yourself in the front near Lyle who was by the way still holding his f-uped nose. Your smirk not wavering. You felt his eyes burning dagers at you.

"What." He spits with so much venom that any snake from stories you heard about extinct earth's animals would be ashamed. Even tho he was so agresive you still didn't budge. Your cockiness evident maybe even more.

"You lost the bet." You almost chirped those words knowing he'll get even more rilled up. Before Weinfleet could fly a punch at you Colonel past between you.

"There's no time for this BS" and saying that he glared at you. Watafak? Why are you at fault. Everyone tensted up except for you and Colonel. Before Lyle could stop you. You scoffed.

"Hey Sir Jack ass. You just woke up from your sleeping beauties sleep and instantly you think you can boss around?" Zhang almost phisically slapped his forehead. You were sometimes just to forward.

Quadritch stopped. Turned around you could tell you pushed every single button. You were prepared for a punched or him grabbing your shirt witch usually acured when you where human, but he just huffed and turned back around.

All of you got confused. That is absolutely not like him. He always at least had something to bite back at you. That kind off was your thing. You pushing him on his nerves couse you have the ability to read people. While he just would always lose patience.

You lightly got disappointed from being almost fully ignored by him. The walk back had an intense amount of tention the kind you could cut with a knife.

After getting into your home arregement everyone sitting on the sofa turned back. Preparing to stand up to greet there Colonel but before they could, miles just blaintly said "No need to get up recoms, 'is fine. Where's my room? I fucking feel like I've been put in a box with fragile writing on it." The team chuckled and laughed at the man's spesific humour.

Yet Y/N was in though. She really couldn't understand why Quadritch did that. Before anyone could show The Colonel his room Z-Dog screamed with a question each and every one already knew the answer to "AY yo Y/N who won?" You could heard Lyle exasperatingly sighed. "Whell I did of course " you responded.

Fike instantly ran to get the maid dress from his room. You smiled feeling happy with your team. Not being dramatic they were and are like a family to you. Of course a very fucking weard one but still family.

You and Colonel made eye contact. "Um, let me show you your room" you gestured for him to follow you. Which he did that also was weard. He would always say at least one remark like 'I ain't following your orders missy. I'm the Colonel not ya' or 'sure I will but don't get used to it it's just couse I have no clue where to go' the way he wasn't himself frustrated you.

You walked up to his door "here it is" you pointed your hand to the direction of said door. Looking at Quadritch's eyes you couldn't read into them. 'What is on your mind Colonel' you though. "... alright then... I'll gooo.. " you unpleasantly said.

While you were starting to leave you where fastly taken by surprise when you felt two big arms take your waist and shove you on the floor. Damn it you should have remembered that if Quadritch is really pissed he'll make sure no one is there to save you.

And right now you saw how the man standing between the door frame. The open passage way being the only light in the dark bedroom. You saw how he slightly moved into the room so the door would automatically close. It did. Now it was pitch dark except for your new bodies freckles glowing. You saw him getting closer.

He nealed down so harshly grabbing your chin he made it so you would be eye to eye. His green eyes were glowing. You lightly shivered. "Now sweetheart listen to me when I say. I don't tolerate this whole cocky bitchy look you have on-" before you could bite back he continueded "-I know who you are sugar tits. You ain't this fuckin persona all you are is a more to the side friendly unworthy of friends gal. I don't know why you're like this but it's fuckin anoying" you didn't know what to say.

All he was waiting was for you to start yelling or for you to throw back some comebacks. He did not expect to feel slight drips of water to fall on his hand.

Shit.

He made you cry. Even tho Quadritch did not want to admit it the fact he did that to you made something in his stomach turn. Not exactly worry nor regret fuck no. Just the feeling that he did not need to push it that much.

You whimpered. You sat in silence Miles didn't know what to say or do. While you were beyond emberassed. You did not what to cry Infront of him in all honesty you had no clue why you were crying in the beginning. Genuinently you we're very mad at yourself for crying.

You felt the presents of him shift. You heard slight walking he turned on the lights. That making you hiss. Shit it was to bright. You looked at him after having your eyes adjust. Your eyes immediately met his he scoffed.

Walked up to you took you by the shoulders to get you up and shoved you out his door then slammed it.

So that was that, you thought. You looked around the comon room. Thank goodness no one was there at the moment that would be so frustrating. You took one last glance at his door. 'Wellcome back jackass, fucking missed you.'

[vanvelding]

Star Trek: Picard Final Spoilers

Below the cut

Who had "Jack Crusher with the power of love" in the pool?

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Borg Queen: "Watch. Your future's end."

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The Enterprise-D is fucking cash money for such an "antiquated old ship":

-Immediately finds the Borg super-cube in Jupiter when every ship passing through Sol for YEARS couldn't.

-Takes out the point defenses of the Borg super-cube in one volley (remember when The Borg had tractor beams?)

-Star Trek XIV: Jupiter Drift

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Worf didn't die. I thought for a moment, but they didn't. They just made him more badass. If nothing else, this season treated Worf with the disrespect we expect of TNG, but otherwise pretty fucking well.

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"What did you do to him?" Motherfucker, she did the one thing Borg do to him.

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"Man, it's easy to reverse assimilation by killing the Borg Queen." I know; it's a new type of assimilation except for when Picard jammed an assimilation tube into himself--which I guess is a thing now--and then when Jack took it out he...deassimilated himself.

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Data: "The Borg super-cube has powered down its weapons and lowered its shields."

Picard: "That's an invitation."

Borg communication: "To the approaching vessel, if Will Riker is on board, we surrender. Otherwise, resistance is futile."

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Lrrr, of Omicron Persei 8: "Why does the Queen not simply destroy the ship and crew which have stymied the Borg at every turn?"

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I talk a lot of shit about this show, but Shaw's "The rules she breaks were probably broken anyway..." Actually good television. I'm not sure when he recorded that, but I choose to believe it's before they left spacedock.

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We didn't get the Worf versus Borg Elnor fight. I...I didn't realize how much I was anticipating that.

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I can't get over how this show uses blood and death and trauma to pose as mature, but erects a protective field around its main characters that would make a golden age comic blush. It's elitist trash at its core, especially when it goes all-in on making the Gary Stu that dwarfs Wesley Crusher and Picard II into the captain's assistant and Q's most special boy.

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I thought for a moment, "It would be stupid and lazy and so unoriginal if they gave us an MCU-style teaser at the end of--OH GOD THAT'S Q THOSE IDIOTS DID FINALLY DID IT. DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!"

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The thing with Seven and the Titan finding a way to buy time cleverly integrated so many things that had been set up in the series. It was legitimately enjoyable to watch and well-executed. The cloak didn't even fail first, which it usually does.

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No Janeway. I thought we'd get Janeway. I don't have any strong feelings about this one way or the other.

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Was joking about Chekov showing up (or Chekov's son? Grandson? I'm not really sure what was up with that except it was cringeworthy fanservice). I'm happy Walter was cut a check and finally canonized into the TNG-era.

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This isn't a comment on the show, but Geordi if you're going to order a woman to blow up the core of a ship which is going to her kill son and baby-daddy, maybe...just do it yourself. Be graceful dude.

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When I talk about "jerking off until your dick falls off," I mean going straight to the Enterprise-G when we just saw the Enterprise-F. Why show the Enterprise-F when it's going to get immediately sidelined and replaced.

Also, renaming the Titan to Enterprise erases the accomplishments and history of the Titan. I don't even care about the Titan, but that's fucked.

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So what the fuck is wrong with me???

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It's cute how we end on a poker scene reminding us that we've ended up exactly where we were 30 years ago, except Picard has a son. We get these huge stakes and then...poof it's like none of it ever happened. I wouldn't care if the stakes weren't so pretentiously, pointlessly high.

This is why I quit reading comics. World changing stakes once a year that...get referenced but culturally forgotten pretty soon. None of it really matters because we're computer-generating a Borg cube bigger than the last one to convince you simpletons this story is better than the last one because the odds against our heroes are larger. How could they ever get out of--they got out of it again with no consequence and no lasting effects. Status quo antebellum.

[dirtyoldmanhole]

last time in Valla, we just wrapped the first level.

Ryoma, now that he doesn't have to be worried about shanked by invisible allies just by visible traitors, mate, remembers about Scarlet.

god i love the cinematography in Fates. check out how that boulder perfectly frames Ryoma by resembling the oncoming wall of grief/sorrow, and how the edge highlights Corrin. and then you get the immediate birds eye view that shows all the characters almost lost adrift the stone texture that swallows them up too.

it's one of the better moments of grief in the series.

i would bet you literal cash money somebody in the fates camera-work team studied film theory, more so than the other FE's. the emotional resonance is too good, versus just what's "efficient" or clear.

camera swings around and look who's pretty prominently back on the screen ~

in hindsight, him abruptly reappearing should have been a huge yellow flag to the player.

(...I pinky promise posting every screenshot of Gunter in this last third of rev is less about being that brain rotted and more an extremely useful fic resource to see when he shows up, heh. plus going forward the cinematography theory 101's going to be useful, since I was frankly stunned the first go-around at how well that this story landed some deceptively tricky story beats.

i know a lot of people don't like rev's story! and there's definitely structural complaints to make about it, and it probably doesn't hit as hard if you're interested in a different/more linear type of story, but god if it did not poleax me in the best of ways. i can forgive almost any flaw for that.)

anyway, ryoma makes corrin promise him that scarlet's death will not be in vain. cut to, the next chapter.

next chapter doesn't have any gunter, surprisingly ~! but it is a lot of juicy info on azura finally infodumping to the others on what Anankos is. two things of note:

one, i actually totally skipped over the knowledge that garon + sumeragi were aware of valla. :o

that makes for a pretty tight timeline if garon's aware of it but gunter isn't re: the sheer age similarities? maybe it was a strict 'need to know' thing for the royals? in an emergency, and the past generation of royals all died so swiftly/suddenly that the knowledge transfer didn't go down?

interesting!

then two, this bit when azura was talking about anankos possessing people:

.... how the hell does gunter survive so long under anankos' thrall (literally 2 decades by the pelucid crystal artbook) while his mind's mostly intact? does anankos just simply ease off the gas pedal so to speak? does force of will matter/gunter fighting back all the time versus garon willingly surrendering?

there's no easy answer b/c then there's also what happened to takumi/mikoto/scarlet/sumeragi......

anyway anthony (random ass kid you see in the middle of valla who becomes slightly important in a few chapters) show up, so off to rescue him ~~

but before that, time for some gunter level grinding. :P (he's at lvl 19 rn and aiming to go for the full 30 levels b/c i'm a masochist yes)

enjoy this obligatory aesthetic(tm) screenshot i took grinding this motherfucker :P ~*PURPLE*~

(i actually made myself extremely sad when i was counting how many levels + maps i had left to grind him and then forgot you didn't have him at all during ch26 for uh. reasons. WHELP.)

[general-kalani]

let me tell you what you need to hear

you matter. yes, you specifically.

yes, the universe is infinite and full of things infinitely beyond our comprehension, and yet, here you are. you, in all your infinite complexity and uniqueness. here, now: you. in an infinite universe it is easy to feel insignificant, but you can’t forget that the likelihood that you would exist at all is unintelligibly small, and yet, just as small and just as grand, here you are. you are here because you are meant to be here. your place in the world is uniquely yours and could never be filled by anyone else. the universe made you because it needed you. yes, you specifically. yes, you are just one microscopically small piece in an unfathomably huge infinity, but you are entirely irreplaceable. you are impossible and you are inevitable and you are beautiful and you are so, so important. yes, you specifically.

you matter. yes, you specifically.

yes, the universe is infinite and full of things infinitely beyond our comprehension, and yet, here you are. you, in all your infinite complexity and uniqueness. here, now: you. in an infinite universe it is easy to feel insignificant, but you can’t forget that the likelihood that you would exist at all is unintelligibly small, and yet, just as small and just as grand, here you are. you are here because you are meant to be here. your place in the world is uniquely yours and could never be filled by anyone else. the universe made you because it needed you. yes, you specifically. yes, you are just one microscopically small piece in an unfathomably huge infinity, but you are entirely irreplaceable. you are impossible and you are inevitable and you are beautiful and you are so, so important. yes, you specifically.

I'm glad you're here.

god, it’s been hard. I know it has. it has hurt like hell and some days have felt like you’re pulling yourself through one second after another by your broken fingernails in the dirt. you’re tired. it’s a bone-deep kind of tired that settles in somewhere behind your ribcage and makes breathing feel like dying half the time and it never really seems to go away. but you’re still here. you’re beaten and bruised but you’re still kickin’, trudging one foot in front of the other no matter how heavy those footsteps are. you decided at some point that, goddamn it, if this is rock bottom then things can only get better from here, and you decided to see better for yourself. and so you’ve been clinging onto yourself for dear life and it’s been the hardest thing you’ve ever done but you are one tough motherfucker and you’ve done it. and god, I’m glad you did. I’m so glad you’re here. I know sometimes it feels like no one appreciates how hard it is to just be here, but I do. I know. and it is absolutely amazing how far you’ve come and I’m so grateful you’ve made it. you are so important and your life is so beautiful and it would be such a shame for you to miss it. so keep on pulling forward. I promise it’s worth it.

Stolen from: @finncomet and @threadsandwings { HEHEHEHE } Tagging: Whoever wants to do this!!!

[scareqrowbranwen]

let me tell you what you need to hear

I'm glad you're here.

god, it’s been hard. I know it has. it has hurt like hell and some days have felt like you’re pulling yourself through one second after another by your broken fingernails in the dirt. you’re tired. it’s a bone-deep kind of tired that settles in somewhere behind your ribcage and makes breathing feel like dying half the time and it never really seems to go away. but you’re still here. you’re beaten and bruised but you’re still kickin’, trudging one foot in front of the other no matter how heavy those footsteps are. you decided at some point that, goddamn it, if this is rock bottom then things can only get better from here, and you decided to see better for yourself. and so you’ve been clinging onto yourself for dear life and it’s been the hardest thing you’ve ever done but you are one tough motherfucker and you’ve done it. and god, I’m glad you did. I’m so glad you’re here. I know sometimes it feels like no one appreciates how hard it is to just be here, but I do. I know. and it is absolutely amazing how far you’ve come and I’m so grateful you’ve made it. you are so important and your life is so beautiful and it would be such a shame for you to miss it. so keep on pulling forward. I promise it’s worth it.

tagged by: @caeloservare <3 tagging: whomst ever would like to do it uwu

everyone else under the cut so I don't clog the dash lol

you are enough.

I see how hard you’re working. I see how your body aches under the weight of it, how you lose sleep and rub the red out of your eyes in the hopes that they can’t tell how desperately you’re clawing at “good enough.” I know how that dirt feels under your nails, that filth of never being what they want. you’re running yourself into nothing trying so hard to be good for them. but you are already good. you are already enough. you have nothing to prove. you are beautiful and what you bring to the world, what you have to show for the space you take up is perfect. it is enough. you are enough. you can rest. you don’t have to try so hard to be more than what you are. you are, and that’s enough. you’re already perfect.

you matter. yes, you specifically.

yes, the universe is infinite and full of things infinitely beyond our comprehension, and yet, here you are. you, in all your infinite complexity and uniqueness. here, now: you. in an infinite universe it is easy to feel insignificant, but you can’t forget that the likelihood that you would exist at all is unintelligibly small, and yet, just as small and just as grand, here you are. you are here because you are meant to be here. your place in the world is uniquely yours and could never be filled by anyone else. the universe made you because it needed you. yes, you specifically. yes, you are just one microscopically small piece in an unfathomably huge infinity, but you are entirely irreplaceable. you are impossible and you are inevitable and you are beautiful and you are so, so important. yes, you specifically.

it’s going to be okay.

I know it’s not right now. I know it hurts and you’re tired and it’s all so much and you don’t know how to handle it and you don’t want to carry it but you don’t know where can you put it down. I know. I’m sorry. it shouldn’t be this way. you don’t deserve that. but it’s going to be okay. I can’t tell you when or how but I promise it will get better. things can only get better. there will be more love and peace than you can imagine. it is going to be okay. you are going to be okay.

[ifidiedinadream]

1, 2, 6, 29?

hello dear! thank you for the ask 🥰 i already answered 6 and 29 but i'm gonna choose another passage for 29!

How many words have you written this year?

120,248 🫣

2. How many works did you publish this year?

46...

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

have this super cute and domestic (t)twins moment from love never wanted me 🥰

"Joonas? Joonas! " 

Joel doesn't know what he got himself into. He didn't think it'd be so hard - all he had to do was follow some simple instructions. Yet there's the smell of something burning permeating the entire kitchen and he's starting to panic. He really didn't want to ask for Joonas' help again but he's over anyway, sprawled on Joel's couch as he scrolls TikTok and finishes yet another bag of candies. 

"Porko!" Joel yells, since he can't hear him come and the oven is starting to fume. 

"What the hell, dude -" Joonas says and coughs when he enters the kitchen. "What are you doing?!" 

"The cake, I - this motherfucker wouldn't get fluffy so I kept it in the oven for longer than I should've but now I think I fucking burned it." 

"Wait, move." 

Joonas steps in between Joel and the oven and hastily opens it, freeing a black, huge cloud of smoke that makes Joel's eyes water. 

With an oven glove, Joonas pulls what was supposed to be a cake out of the oven and rests it on the table. Then he quickly opens the window and it's instantly relieving for Joel's lungs. 

"I told you to keep it at 180 degrees. 220 is too much," Joonas says upon inspecting the settings of the oven. 

Joel lowers his gaze, embarrassed, then looks at Joonas through his lashes. 

"I know," he says. "But it wasn't rising so -" 

"Did you put baking powder in it?" 

Joel halts, the gears struggling to rotate in his brain. He lets himself fall into a nearby chair with a loud thud. 

"No," he mutters, looking away. 

"It's okay," Joonas assures him. "Maybe we can save some of it." 

Joel doesn't even want to see what's left of his poor cake, ashamed that he can't do anything right. 

He's supposed to have their friends over today, and he felt like doing something cute for them because he's been a bitch at the studio these days and he feels incredibly sorry for taking his frustration out on them (it's not their fault that he's dissatisfied with his performance at the moment and that his personal life is empty and dry. Not that they would know about it). At first, he wanted to make dinner for them, so he called Joonas but he straight up told him to opt for something easier. We can order take out , he said. Why don't you think of the dessert? And he had facts to back this suggestion up, even. Desserts are easier to make than regular food. All you have to do is follow some instructions and you're done, there's little room for error, really. Whereas when it comes to cooking there are way too many variables you have to take into account and it's a mess. Just trust your bro Joonas on this. 

Well, it didn't go as planned, but at least he didn't waste any meat and fish and vegetables on this. They're expensive these days, with the inflation and everything. 

(When did Joel start to sound like a fucking old man ?!) 

"Actually, I don't know how you managed it, but it's only burned at the top. If we cut that part out, then it's perfectly edible." 

"But it's already super thin like this," Joel whines. "And it probably tastes like shit too." 

Joonas gives him a piece of (unburned) cake. Skeptical, Joel ingests it, and it's actually not half bad. 

"We can put Nutella on top to conceal it's been cut. Everybody loves Nutella," Joonas says and Joel smiles, thinking back to that time they brought one of those 500g Nutella jars to the studio and it disappeared under mysterious circumstances while Joel was focused on a track. There were suspicious brown spots adorning Olli's and Aleksi's mouth areas later but they only laughed when Niko confronted them about it.  

(Joel couldn't complain. Joonas had fed him a couple of spoonfuls while he was sorting out chords earlier, so his sugar craving was satisfied.) 

Joel nods, getting up to find Nutella in the cupboard. Joonas already took the burned part out, and Joel would say he did a master job at it (but when isn't Joonas doing master jobs anyway?). With a knife, he spreads the Nutella all over the cake, and it does indeed look pretty inviting after all. 

[anarchistbitch]

IIIIIIIIIIIII bloody hate tumblr, Ive been trying to get all the songs we've reced each other into a playlist but it is not showing me all our asks and the ones it does show me are not in order and i wanted it to be in order ugggghhh im stabbing the screen right now mentally,

anyway at work my team is making a playlist so we can listen to everyone's music taste and here's the link to it, add some in my name please and thankyou<333 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KeIWHO0lqkpDjXFPxWB7v?si=MToywKdbQM2JdiQWq1se6Q&pt=5d863cd3287ba2fae6b8184d7edce597

xhjdsflsdkf it's so always so funny and embarrassing remembering how this all started, all because i was too shy to take off the anon, but hey, here we are <3

and god yes, monaco is perfect for a roadtrip, it is also perfect for this one fic that i read back around 2019 or 2018, just yesterday i was talking about it with a friend bc it was HUGE fic in the fandom, to the point that there was discourse about the fic which is just fucking ridiculous but anyway, you see, idk if you heard about vld but that shit was huge here on tumblr and i was motherfucking obsessed and then the fandom grew very very large and it just kind of imploded but that's not important, the fic was a current time au where the characters were fake dating for a family reunion and the post breakup-bc-we-caught-feelings-but-we-think-the-other-didnt scene would be SO good with Monaco on the background, tasty 👌🏻

re:the job, yeap, ive been working since february bc i needed a break from uni and this way i justified it to myself and actually work has been so good for me for real, ive met a bunch of people that have become close friends, work has allowed me so much rest compared to mfucking architecture, it's also allowing me to pay for a psychologist which is great and yeah, overall a positive experience, the only problem is that now i dont wanna quit working but i know that i cant both work and continue with architecture, and it is making me question how much of my life i am willing to give to this career, bc i feel so much better now mentally, even my friends have told me how different i seem and how much better i seem to be doing right now that im not at uni and just *slowly slips down from the chair into the floor dramatically*

and you're right in both accounts lmao, it's hot as hell outside, especially since i just went home for the weekend and jesus christ the heat and humidity there are no fucking joke i tell you, on the plus side i came back by plane and that was so nice, right before take off i was SO nervous but after we did i really enjoyed it, it helps that it turned 8 hours in a cramped seat into half an hour in a slightly less cramped seat lol, some of the pics i took bc i couldnt help myself will follow this paragraph that just ran away from me literally but anyways, it's horribly hot outside but at work they always have the bloody aircon either too high or too low, no in between with those people

the edit also had me on sliding dramatically to the floor holy shit, the song fits Miles so well and im just 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 it's so easy to have that part get stuck in your head btw, i halfway think about it and i have it stuck in my head for at least the next hour

song rec of the ask: heaven iowa by fall out boy, i fucking love fall out boy, they're my band for real

-M, aka Denisse, aka blue iconed mutual who wanted you to know bc they had a major crush on you but didnt want you to know bc she is shy as fuck aka just a silly goofy person who covers her eyes and groans when she thinks too much about the anon asking bc they get embarrassed easily jsfhjds byyye love you, take care, sending you tons of hugsssss

back to old traditions-> me answering every ask 3 weeks late😔

oooooh lemme search them up and make a playlist later :)) i mostly have them in my liked akshually

what if i added oli london huh. what if i added peppa pig🤨oink wsbdfjkerkjh idk if i had good song recs rn but ill try to add smth later :3

. . . . .

do i . a person whos been on tumblr for almost 8 ish years know about Voltron:Legendary Defenders - the ships from which top the tumblr ecosystem almost every year- the fandom from which i have trauma(not actually but i did cry at shiro's implied death and subsequent clonign lmaooo😭😭😭)

dm me the link bby🤙🏽🤙🏽[i stated on the side of. ahem . omegaverse/werewolves plus soulmate aus]

im glad that youre happy with ur job!!! im entirely unqualified to give any career advice [seriously though -my chosen career is like. its good but its also like 7 years of studying and idek know if i should pursue it rnnn] so honestly🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

honestly im just real glad that ur doing good <3 being in college/uni is both good and bad but hey its not like you cant go back to it at anytime yk? you'd be doing incredible things anyway, it'll just have different terms

ahh the weather here is so shit it's always on the edge of raining and then its like nah😜

i actually like love airplane pics on insta , also the mountains!!!! my old flat used to be near a mountain and i miss it so much😭

i couldnt see atsv in theatres cause of so many things but i finally saw it and it was. like actually life changing . and also i have to fuck miguel o hara btw

OH MAN. i need to confess smth. me and my friends had , a file. like a plastic file with paper with lyrics to FOB songs that we used to write in our free periods and sing in the back of the class😭😭 i miss it so much [it being time. place, ppl. yk how it is]

so much for stardust ended up being one of my fav albums of their forever- after mania and save rock and roll

[but seriously the words 'scar-crossed lovers' brought back the 14yr old geek obsessed with fantasy books in me out again]

😳😳😳

omg well heres to my blue iconned mutual who i wouldve been dming a lot sooner had i been a lit bit more brave but am ultimately glad to have known even after a little longer

much love and many hugs 😚😚😚

[lensman-arms-race]

Part 4

Let's go!

Part 3 ends and part 4 begins with the Juggernaut saying 'You are not escaping this time'. I thought 'How funny would it be if Titan TV said 'yes I will lol' and ported away?' It would appear the Titan has the same idea (the subtitles even say 'hell nah' at this point, even though there's no audible speech):

Except, it takes the Titan a long-ass time to initiate a teleport. Juggs swoops in and gets in a token hit, but the Titan appears ready:

The teleport cloud was just a ploy to draw Juggernaut within melee range!

However, Juggernaut appears to soundly deck Titan TV… until we find out what Scientist TV was working on.

And we finally see the Titan do a >:D face!

Astro Detainer is going to be so annoyed if he comes back and sees all the Alliance with copies of his handsy grabbers.

If you're quick, you can see Juggernaut's eyes go from >:o to 8o

At the moment of impact, POV Cam gets a huge headache.

When Titan TV makes his next attack, he does the :3 face. Bwoo ha ha!! I love how he flips between ultrabadass motherfucker and goofy ass.

He fuckin gets Juggs' arm!!

Upon firing one of Juggernaut's own projectiles, the POV feed turns into static again, but super hard. Normally if you advance the episodes frame-by-frame, each frame differs slightly, but this time there are a few frames that 'freeze' in place, showing that the POV Cam has temporarily lost the ability to record normally.

Then!

"You dare use my weapon against me?"

"Womp womp… gonna cry?"

Bwoo ha ha ha haaa! I love that Boom is bringing back a bit of the old silliness!

(Weirdly, 'womp womp' sounds pretty much the same backwards as it does forwards.)

Juggernaut warps off in a huff. This would have been a brilliant and triumphant ending… but hang on, we're only 2 minutes in to a 5 minute episode! What's going on?

…Juggernaut did a Fake Exit! He warps back in again, the prick! It's an interesting bookend - Titan TV initially did a fake teleport to bait Juggs into coming closer, then Juggs did a fake exit to bait Titan TV into initiating a teleport, during which state he was vulnerable to an unexpected attack.

Things take a worrying turn when Juggernaut manages to remove Titan TV's Astro tech (Grabby McHandsy's bootleg handsy grabber and Juggernaut's own cannon), and then does this:

Fuck! First episode 47, then 77 - Titan TV needs to be careful in episodes that end in 7.

Juggernaut pulls off Titan TV's head, seemingly thinking he's killed the Titan (because why wouldn't you, I guess):

But he doesn't realise that Titan TV's head is designed to come off!! Bwoo ha ha!

The Titan pulled the blade out of his own face and attacked Juggernaut with it, which, metal as fuck.

It's pretty interesting that in episode 47, Titan TV got impaled in the screen by 1 relatively small knife and could only retreat, and now he's taken a far more thorough decking but can still keep on fighting.

Mildly interesting: we can see there appears to be something still wedged inside Titan TV's neck socket. Presumably this is the remains of the 'grabber' that normally hangs below his head when detached, but Juggernaut ripped it off.

Compare this with episode 68, in which we can see there's no gubbins left behind in the Titan's neck-socket:

I loved this little detail: Juggernaut, seemingly victorious, says "Stay down. Resistance is futile." And then, one of his troops plummets, shot down. It makes Juggernaut look around worriedly.

Whomst did this??

G-squad shows up to help... Hang on, what's this?

That's the Skibidi Scientist Mech! Where the greasy poop did that come from?! Last time we saw it, TV Matriarch was piloting it, and it got shot down.

I didn't notice until it was pointed out to me, but when the G-squad enters, singing the skibidi song... That's G-Toilet's voice.

Well, this is interesting. You can't tell from a screenshot, but G-Toilet kinda flickers/warps in. Same tech as Secret Agent?

G-Toilet says 'I'm not leaving my best friends behind', jokingly referring to Titan TV - who says 'What are you yapping about?' Well, that's what the subs say. I reversed the line and Titan TV is actually saying 'What the fuck are you yapping about?' Ehehe.

And despite having had his head-connector shorn in half, Titan TV still seems to have been able to re-attach his head. Narrative necessity is a powerful adhesive.

Some more lore drops: Juggernaut says "Duke won't forgive your betrayal." Who's Duke? Is this the Astro Mothership?

Juggernaut and G-Toilet fly around a bit, and Juggernaut asks "That's all Earth gave you?" What?! Who? Who from Earth gave G-Toilet anything? Is this the Secret Agent playing both sides? (Or is Juggernaut just talking about what Alliance tech the Skibidis were able to reverse-engineer?)

G-Toilet puts his new hands to good use:

Bwoo ha ha!

G-Toilet flies away, kiting Juggernaut. Then this prick appears. Is this Duke?

Either way, Titan TV wisely decides to fuck off, and POV Cam runs into his teleport cloud. I really hope Titan TV is going back to base for repairs!

Excellent lore drops and fights, but a disappointing net zero result for the TVs. The Titan managed to lose his new Astro weapon as well as fail to collect more powerful samples. Oh fucking well!

Episode 77 part 3 and 4

(I was going to make a post with parts 3 and 4, but ran into the Tumblr image limit! I'll make another post about part 4.)

Previously: Episode 77 part 1, Episode 77 part 2

DFB has given us TV-simps some delicious food!! And I had five asks about this! Spoilers under the cut.

Pile of asks:

Anonymous:

Now that episode 77 is done what do you think is the 'plot twist'? I found 'hardware heads were human' from part 2 to be a lot more shocking than G-Man helping The Alliance.

@some-girl-i-guess-1

Did you see the new episode? What are your thoughts about it?

@gamie99

I love reading your episode reviews because you always have so much to say! And I'm sure you have SO many thoughts about this one, because HOLY COW.

Anonymous:

The latest part of the episode was pretty crazy what did you think about it? What do you think will occur in the full episode?

@love-draw-fanart

After watching 77 part 4, I started imagining Titan-TV fighting with his ghost if his body was destroyed 🤣🤣🤣🤣 very, veryyyyyy "you can't kill the death"

Part 3:

I'm a little disappointed that Cam Matriarch appears to have lost her tortoise mode + flechette cannon, because that was what made me love her in the first place! The flying cannon replacement is pretty cool... but it's sad how all the cute robots are becoming badass rather than cute.

Wonder what the 'there are 3 Polycephalies' crowd will have to say about this? Will they think there are 2 Cam Matriarchs?

The distant 'hee hee' at this point was funny as hell! I do love how Boom breaks up tension with funny parts like this.

Not only has Cam Matriarch inherited Plunk's weapons, but also his idiot ball, apparently. Mate, you can't defeat that bastard, he's like a fucking battleship.

See, TV Matriarch agrees with me... Wait... there's absolutely no need for TV Matriarch to put her hand on Cam Matriarch's boob - she's copping a feel!

Also, holy crap, how have I only just noticed Cam Matriarch's goth boots?

Polycephaly, my beloved! And what an entrance! I swoon!

My earlier point about robots becoming badass but losing some of their cute appeal still stands. The head upgrades make sense tactically but they're uncute. And my boy's lost his cuddly tendrils! Now he's got Ass-tro tech bolted on him.

Also he looks goofy with his tie tucked into his trousers instead of his waistcoat. Boo.

There was a visual glitch at this point in which Buzzsaw's helmet temporarily despawned, but Boom appears to have fixed it.

"Someone is dying... and it's not me." OUGGGHHH HOLY CRAP!! Titan TV, my beloved!!

Also he flares out his back-spikes at this point and it's so good, hnnnngh.

Fuckin' no-sells the Astro projectiles.

Interestingly, Titan TV now appears to have the ability to fire off little 'pellets' of energy from his core instead of just a huge-ass blast (note hyphen position; that's huge-ass blast, not huge ass-blast).

After swiping away the Astro projectiles, Titan TV proceeds to get one of his monitor extensions chewed off. Oops. He seems strangely unbothered by this! It almost looks as though he turns his head towards the Astro to let it happen.

Excellent Astro grump face:

"Look at me!" (Okay, but why didn't you do that before Matey Boy bit your screen off?)

Goddamn, I love what Boom does with Toilet expressions; they're hilarious!

Decapitation!

Unfortunately, some other fucker arrives and manages to both deplete the Titan's back-spikes and smash his main screen.

The Astro strider appears to break the Titan's screen by getting behind his head and then suddenly pushing his head forward. Did the Titan's screen break on his own core-spikes? Or just from the stress on his head-casing?

The Titan does appear to catch the Astro in his back-spikes (and then fling the Astro away), which presumably is how the Astro breaks some of the spikes off.

"Your Titan wouldn't want you to die meaninglessly. Leave, while you still can." TVs are rude fuckers but they do still care about their comrades! That's why I love them best.

This prick shows up. I get the feeling they were muttering 'If you want something done right, do it yourself'. This Astro fights more competently than the last two.

Fortunately, Titan TV is saved from total annihilation by the Cams firing a shot from their tank, which buys the Titan enough time to counter-attack... and say a very curious line.

"You can't kill the dead!"

Is this just trash-talking, or an actual lore drop?? "I'll show you what the other side looks like!"

Is this an implication that TVs come from dead humans (or believe that they do)? Maybe TVs believe that they're already dead, because the state of the world is so shitty that it must be already Hell?

Or maybe this is just like Pete Weber, who got so excited bowling that he ended up saying "Who do you think you are? I am! Dammit right!"

Either way, we're treated to one of the most brutal deaths in the series, in which Titan TV crushes the Astro's head in his bare hands.

Polycephaly comforts the dying Cam who managed to fire the distracting shot. "You did well, lil bro." My heart!

"We teleported everyone to base." Except POV Cam, because they smell.

Also where's your head-turrets? (I hope Boom puts them back in the full episode.)

Titan TV is wrecked but is still spoiling for a rumble. Part 3 ends with him calling out the arriving Astros as 'pathetic trash' and demanding to fight Juggernaut. (One detail I liked here is that we hear the rhythmic clanking sound of Titan TV's core claws, rotating but no longer smoothly. It's rather like the ominous ticking of a clock signalling impending doom.)

Wait... if he has no working TV screens, he's not Titan TV Man. He's just Titan Man. Ehehe.

It's a little surprising how 2-dimensional these fights are - as in the characters stay in one plane close to the ground, even though they can all fly. I suppose we'd have to wait even longer between episodes if Boom had to choreograph swooping aerial fights!