#ooc: i love these stupid motherfuckers

[dxsole]

i'm on season 2 of dexter and this binch really treated the fact that he was temporarily unable to kill anyone due to Emotions™ like ed,,,sir,,,sir please don't refer to not murdering ppl as "performance issues"

[debtsunpaid]

creepy magic murder cop: i see you, boy. the vanishin' fuckin' hiker, i do declare. you think we din't notice you, tryin'a get picked up back in florida? ( constantine, back in dead in america #1: head west, stay off the interstate, and ... don't stop for anyone, okay? ) creepy magic murder cop: he ain't here to save you, shitheel! he ain't here for nothin' but hisself! your time's over, shadow! you and alla your fuckin' parasites!

shivering and shaking like a wet purse chihuahua convincing myself that this is the ghost of frank north coming home to roost. riding out from cali to help his buddy once again.

[dinogoofymutated]

Enemies to lovers! Quicksilver/GN!Reader

So no one requested this but I can't get it out of my head so it's going here!! I absolutely love quicksilver in the comics and the animated shows but most of his content is from the movies. I'm not complaining! But I wanted to branch that out a bit lol. I guess you can imagine almost any Pietro, but I was picturing his personality from Wolverine and the X-men. Haven't seen it in a while so forgive me if this is OOC.

This is set pre-dead professor. I might have also gotten a little carried away with this one, lol, and there will be a part 2! Fights and stuff are kept super vague for my mental health sorry if it's shitty.

-ps- someone let me know if Pietro's super speed counts for swimming too??

TWS: Tlasophobia (possibly?) Almost drowning. Dehydration, wounds.

You weren't sure if you considered Quicksilver an enemy, a rival, or an arch-nemesis, but the one thing you did know was that Pietro Maximoff was the most annoying motherfucker on the planet. Seriously! As part of the X-men, he seemed to always be in your way in every major fight.

What didn't help was that you were a speedster in your own right- well, not on land that is. The same gene that blessed others with powers beyond comprehension turned you into... a fish? Sure, you were fine on land, able to blend in with regular humans, but the moment you hit the water you were completely different. Gills, fins, the works. And you were fast. Really fucking fast.

Now when you first met Pietro while on a mission, he was being a snarky bastard. Can't catch me this, too slow that, ha! The guy may be able to run on water, but he's clumsy when he's in it. You're sure you have his face memorized from the time you caught up with him beneath the waves, tugging on his ankle and pulling him into the sea. His eyes practically bulged out of his head when realized what had happened. Of course, you're sure his face was even funnier when he watched you speed off into the depths, having neutralized him for the moment.

Every fight after that turned into a contest. Who can beat who where, Who stranded the other first, easily taking them out of the battle quickly and efficiently. Things like that. The professor had to remind you sometimes that the goal is to protect others, protect humanity, not quarrel with Quicksilver. You knew that, of course. You're thankful for the professor and what he's trying to do- but every time you saw Pietro's stupid arrogant smile you just got so- aggravated!

That being said, just because he aggravated you, didn't mean you wanted him dead. In fact, fate would keep pulling the two of you together in the least expected ways.

First, it was you, saving him from a sinking ship. He had slipped and managed to knock himself out during the fight, you having found him while trying to ensure everyone was off the boat. You were conflicted at first, knowing he was your enemy but not wanting to leave him to drown. In the end, you had grabbed him. The problem was that he wasn't breathing when you made it to the shore.

Some aggressive CPR and a few broken ribs later, he was coughing up water from his lungs. You, surprisingly, were at his side, holding him steady. Pietro was confused at first, letting you help him sit up as he coughed his lungs out, but his expression completely changes when he looks up and realises who's been holding him up. He makes an incredulous face at first, then rising to his feet in a split second, although not without swaying. He eyed you suspiciously as you stood to face him.

"You shouldn't be moving so fast straight away. I'm sure I broke a few ribs trying to get you back." You said. He sets a hand on his side wincing as he Most likely prods at a few bruises.

"Why did you...?" He can't seem to finish the scentace, and you simply shrug. You couldn't leave him there. As annoying as he was, you wouldn't wish a death by drowning on anyone. You're pretty sure you'd have saved him in any other circumstances as well, but you choose not to think about that right now. His face of confusion morphs into slight seriousness, and when he looks back to the ocean to see the Brotherhood is long gone he stands for a moment. You can almost see the gears whirring in his head, and reach out to take his arm.

"Look, I get that you recover fast and all, but you should really take it easy-" Before you finish your scentace, you've been shoved back into the sand dune. Pietro is standing further away from you than before, arms crossed as the sand settles from his quick movement. You stare at him in shock.

"Your loss." He says, sticking his tongue out before speeding off and across the water, kicking up sand in your face as he does so. UGH! Even when you go out of your way to be nice, He's a dick!

Despite him being a straight up asshole the last time you saw him, it's safe to say something between you has changed. You couldn't quite place it, but you could see it in the way you would fight. What would have been brutal punches shifted to major inconveniences, like handcuffing you to a railing and things like that. Incapacitating you without dragging you further into the fight. In fact, he hadn't even snatched you up to run and drop you off hours away from the fight for a while. Beforehand, he loved to strand you somewhere land-locked, forcing you to wait until the X-men came to pick you up. Sometimes it would take days for them to get to you, so you were almost always on guard, staying close to or in the water so he couldn't catch you.

You had gotten used to the new Quicksilver, and what used to be a rock-solid defence and begun to crumble. That was your mistake. The next time you saw Pietro, there most definitely a shift in the air. This fight was going to be brutal, but you and the team had prepared for it. You thought you had anyway. But with your friends getting injured, the fight dragging on, taking a turn for the worse, you were genuinely beginning to fear for everyone's lives.

It wasn't long after that relvation that your head was spinning, and you were being plopped down on a gritty, sandy surface.

"Sorry babe, you'll thank me later!" You clench your jaw at the sound of his voice, catching the sight of sandy dunes as you tried to turn around to rip into the man.

"Pietro!-" Your venomous words were cut off as a blur of silver rushes off, kicking up a gust of wind and leaving you stranded. Worse than stranded, you would say. Pietro had left you in a desert. A bright, dry, hot ass desert. And it was not going well for you.

Not only did you have no clue where you were going, but you were beginning to realize that you were in a really bad position. It was like every drop of moisture was being sucked out of your body. Your mouth felt dry and cottony, exhaustion setting in a little too easily. You were dizzy, dehydrated, and hopelessly lost. The sun had no mercy for you. Eventually, you have to lie down, doing your best to stay awake and not fall asleep, worrying about the worst, but eventually your drooping eyes win over your will to remain awake.

The sun is starting to set when you wake up, throat dry as a bone, both sickly and exhausted. You can hear the sound of something approaching, and do your best to sit up on your knees, doubling over for a moment before forcing your body to move. A pair of legs step right in front of you as you do.

"Wow, You look terrible." Quicksilver says, and if you didn't know any better, you would almost say he looks concerned. You don't have the energy to roll your eyes or speak to him at the moment, stars flickering in your eyes as you start to sway. You start to teeter, before you're snatched off the desert sand, Pietro having caught you and scooped you up into his arms.

"Worse than terrible, actually." He mumbles this time. His concern is clear now, face close enough to your own for you to properly see him. You scoff, or at least attempt to.

"You... left an aquatic mutant... in the middle of the desert. What were you expecting?" You say, having to pace yourself. You're fully leaning your head against his shoulder now, not having the energy to keep your head up anymore. You can feel him suck in a breath and tense up as you begin to go limp against him. His hold tightens up on you before he takes off running.

You've always been accustomed to extreme speeds, at least mostly, but the combination of how ill you feel and his sudden stop makes you want to puke. You can't bear to open your eyes at the moment, choosing instead to bury your face in Quicksilver's shoulder. You're sure he's taken you to some random place to leave you to die, but he sets you down on something soft and cushioned.

"...Where-?"

"You're in the mansion." He says quickly, cutting you off. You stare at him in disbelief as he stands back up, and you realise he's taken you to the medbay. You and Pietro make eyecontact for a moment, both wondering what to say. Eventually, you watch as pietro moves across the room to purposely set off the alarm, which you know for a fact he knew how to avoid. He turns back to you, winking as he readies himself to speed off again.

"See you soon, slowpoke." He says. You make a face at him and he laughs. In a blink, he's gone, just as the doors bust open, Beast running in frantically, with the professor rolling close behind him.

You cant quite figure out this man. Normally, he'd just leave you to fend for yourself. He's never come back to get you before. Why would he do it then? At first you were sure he put you out in the desert as a deliberate attempt to leave you for dead, but now? He seemed genuinely concerned for you, and you're not sure how to feel about that.

In the end, only Pietro knew why he came back. Or did he? Maybe he was just as confused and conflicted as you were.

[creedslove]

ROSE BLISS 🌹

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel comes up with the name of your baby, as he is really enjoying fatherhood again

(this is a sequence of the BLISS series which I said it wasn't a series, but it is really. The previous parts are featured on my MASTERLIST but it could also be read as a one shot)

Warnings: there isn't anything, just fluff, like a lot of fluff, maybe soft!Joel, ooc!character, mom!reader

A/N: I just needed some fluff, I watched TLOU this weekend and I needed Joel to be happy 🥺

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The baby Miller's name was chosen by Joel.

He decided to name his daughter Rose Sarah Miller.

It was the beginning of spring, Rosie was a couple of weeks old and you two hadn't settled on a name yet, which didn't even seem so necessary for Joel, as he would spend his days staring at his beautiful baby, always calling her princess, sweetheart, love… anything that comes from the bottom of his heart. He had taken her for one of their afternoon walks, which consisted in Joel proudly holding her into his arms, rocking her softly as he walked around the block or around the backyard, he just loved to carry and hold her at any possible opportunity. "Are you tired, darling? Do you need to shower now? Would you like to rest? I'll handle her" he would tell you with a stupid, lovely grin.

As he walked down the street, he paid attention to one of the neighbors' garden. The flowers were finally blossoming and even if Joel wasn't much of a plant guy, he thought they were pretty. Well, everything was pretty to him now that he was the happiest motherfucker in the world.

He stopped by the different bushes of flowers and cooed at his daughter, talking to her as much as he could, as he hoped she would recognize his voice and would enjoy it.

He told her all about the flowers he saw, the colors, the shapes but the moment he mentioned the roses, she opened her little eyes. Eyes like his and that always brought a new wave of pride into his heart. She whimpered softly and closed them again, nuzzling his chest and calming down.

"Do you like roses?" He cooed, kissing her soft head, an idea creeping up his mind "do you like roses, princess? You certainly smell like one… even better than one… do you wanna be daddy's rose?" He nuzzled her soft skin and earned a cute yawn from her.

Joel's heart melted at her answer. She was her daddy's Rose.

He rushed home, crazy to see you and tell you the news. Well, actually see if you approved the idea, but he had a gut feeling you would, after all he knew you also loved roses and now you had the most beautiful one in the garden.

You had given birth two weeks before and though Joel helped you with absolutely everything concerning the baby, he couldn't help you with how sore your body was and how you still got extremely tired during the day. You had just finished baking a pie, enjoying the energy peak you felt and smiled as he walked in with your daughter in his arms. You thought maybe she could be hungry or in need of a diaper change, but she was peacefully asleep.

Joel however, was even kind of flushed. He didn't know what happened to himself, he wasn't like that, he didn't behave like an excited teenage girl, but ever since his little miracle was born, he couldn't help but just felt hope, excitement, joy at all times. Life was good again because he had a daughter and a future wife… Well, maybe, he hadn't really gotten there yet.

But god, he wanted to make you his wife whenever he looked at you and remembered how much he loved you. How you helped him see he was worth of love, he was worth of you and the happiness you'd given him. He was so thankful to you because you were his everything, his second chance in life, and the way your eyes sparkled when you mentioned the name he thought for your baby, made him think again of making you his wife.

He had his Rose Miller and both him and his beautiful flower needed a Mrs.Miller in life.

Joel's explanation to why he decided to name your daughter Rose was quite funny, you highly doubt a two week old baby would have a say on it, but if your handsome and over the moon boyfriend said so, you could just agree with him. You could barely contain the joy to see how much he loved you and your baby, it was so beautiful, such a heartfelt experience and sometimes, you couldn't help but chuckle at it. You were also in love with your daughter, but Joel… it was something else. You could tell his whole world was that tiny little newborn and for someone who had met him before, the way you did, the things you witnessed him doing in order to protect you and survive, it didn't even seem it was the same guy. He was just different… he was happier. He was still jealous and protective of you and of your baby. He very often stood next to you like a watchdog, always making sure you were assisted, comfortable and okay. And God forbid if anyone wanted to visit you and the baby.

It's not that Joel didn't appreciate visitors, but yeah, he didn't appreciate visitors. He didn't like a lot of people he didn't know or had exchanged a couple of words with invading your house, giving you advice you didn't request and he especially hated when they wanted to hold his daughter.

She was his, and well, yours too, of course. But if she wasn't in her mommy's arms, then she should only be in her daddy's arms.

You tried telling him it was okay, he shouldn't be so territorial over her. But you knew saying that to Joel had the same effect as if you had said that to the walls of the house.

And Rosie spent her days in her daddy's arms. It was just her favorite place in the world, it was where she cried and calmed down, she fussed and fell asleep. That tiny little thing was a puddle of love for her daddy and you couldn't blame her, Joel was an amazing father, he was so caring and she corresponded just the same.

You were quite surprised he was so forward in wanting her to take Sarah's name too, you had actually thought of it multiple times during your pregnancy but didn't bring it up as you weren't sure if he would be okay with it or not.

But you liked it. It suited your sweet Rose and you knew it also brought love and peace to Joel's heart.

You finished cutting your pie in slices, knowing Tommy and Maria would swing by with their little Flora later that night, it would be only fair if you served them some sweet dessert, after all the help the woman provided you and Joel with. They'd been so nice to you, so patient and Maria helped you just as much as you helped her when Flora was born, and you were just thankful to have a friend while you went through that situation. As much as Joel was nothing but amazing with you, he was still a man, and had no idea how things changed for you.

You saw how silent the house was, Joel had returned from his afternoon walk and you both had agreed on naming your baby Rose, so you figured he was probably resting.

You silently went upstairs, not wanting to disturb your baby nor your man, in case they were asleep, but you found Joel wide awake, he lay in bed on his side, watching as Rosie slept peacefully right next to him.

His hands stroked her back so gently as he took in every single feature of your daughter, admiring her and still having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact she was so perfect and his.

You smiled at yourself and quickly joined him in bed, wrapping your arm around his body as you were the big spoon even if Joel was bigger than you.

You stoked his chest and down his belly, as you rested your chin on his shoulder and watched your beautiful girl.

"She's gorgeous… she looks a lot like you" he said in his low voice "and she has a lot of Sarah too" he swallowed, during the whole time you've known Joel and then later on dated him, he only brought up his late daughter a few times. You never pressured him about it.

You took only the information he wanted to give you.

"I bet she was gorgeous… just like our princess is gonna be one day" you said and kissed his neck softly and watched as Joel closed his eyes and groaned in approval.

"She was, and she was smart too, the smartest girl I've ever met, and our Rosie will be like her too, I'm sure of it" he traced his daughter's tiny face with the tip of his finger and smiled tiredly. Joel hadn't been getting a lot of sleep either as the two of you alternated between taking care of Rosie when she woke up at night.

"I love you Joel, and I love our Rose too"

"I love you Y/N, I love our baby and our family and maybe one day I would like to make you my wife…"

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A/N: I love Joel and I want him to be happy forever 😭😭😭😭

[martialartslover7]

Unpopular opinion incoming: ...Why do NaruHina fans even like The Last?

Unironically, I really want to know why, because, I am a huge NaruHina shipper myself, and even still, this movie never fails to aggrevate me in the worst way possible, even now, not even getting angry or anything, but... I just feel empty. I feel nothing. Not even the kiss made it worth, and I am HUGE sucker for sappy romances from time to time. Hell, I am a romance author, as a hobby. But this movie, it legit felt like, I just wasted my freaking time. That's a far worse sensation than getting mad, because, I just got nothing smart to say about it.

So, let me get this straight, and I am pretty sure, I am speaking of behalf of anyone that even remotely supports these two as one: The series NEVER making Naruto acknowledge Hinata's confession, was just damned moronic, even from a writing standpoint, because, yeah, in Japanese, it can mean two different things when you say "I love you", I know that, it might just mean "I love you as a teammate", but honestly, considering that NaruHina, by this point, was always meant, even according to Kishimoto, in hindsight, not acknowledging this moment for years to come, until the movie had to speak up about it: You lost the plot. If it was always meant to happen, why did you write it in a way as if Naruto straight up ignored everything she said?

And listen, I know, Naruto is a really delayed mofo, but the movie tried to paint it as if, "Naruto is a dense idiot, who isn't in touch with his own feelings, so you have to put him in a Genjutsu to """see the depths of her feelings for him"""", but honestly, to me, this just felt like a really convenient excuse to just regress Naruto as a person, just so the ship can happen, essentially, "guilt-tripping" him into going, "Ohhh, Hinata always had feelings for me, I didn't notice, even though she risked her life". Again, again, again, none of the events would even bother me so much, if it weren't for the undeniable fact: Somehow, during Shippuden, they tried to make it seem "ambigious", by not addressing her confession, EVER. Like, almost as if, Sakura was meant to be "the final option, because of Kushina", but it was clearly bullshit, and the movie wasn't subtle on that front either. But then, WHY WASN'T IT BROUGHT UP? WHY DID NARUTO NOT SAY ANYTHING?

And before any of you stupid motherfuckers are going to accuse me of being a "closeted NaruSaku shipper", I am not. These two simply wouldn't have ever worked out in the long run, for one thing, because I am not a fan of this trope, of the girl always needing to use violence, on an already traumatized individual (not to mention, that being played for laughs, which also rubs me the wrong way, especially in regards to comic relief characters), and him just going with it, which, by the way, isn't very realistic at all, as to why Naruto never got cross with Sakura at one point or another (one can of worms, I want to talk about some other time), and secondly, c'mon now, look at these two. They are more siblings than anything. As if, two different halves and shades of Kushina live inside the two of them, individually.

Not to mention, why are you NaruHina fans so comfortable with pardoning bad writing, brushing it off as if it's "deeper than you think"? Because, I just can't see it any other way, both Naruto and Hinata were frankly OOC in this movie, considering, this is all supposed to take place after the war. I can forgive Naruto being an idiot, who is slow on the draw, but straight up going "he is just dense", is frankly retarded, considering, we are talking about the equivalent to ninja Jesus Christ with him here, who basically loves everyone like family (safe for the villains), but then comes Hinata, he confesses first, but somehow "he is dense"? Why do we even need a fucking Genjutsu for all this? Doesn't he remember a person he truly loved like her, of ALL people? So we are left with having to rely on made-up flashbacks, which never even happened in the original series (only in Shippuden, late-game), and a contrived plot device, that comes in the name of "Otsutsuki"?

On that note, I really do not like what this movie did with Hinata. Look, "Toneri was messing with her chakra", even if that were true, it doesn't change anything, because it's still an excuse to make her another damsel in distress for Naruto to save. I get it, Hinata is not like Naruto in that, she bears his battle attributes, but sheesh, man, are you really fine with regressing her back to the Genin, who can't even run down walls to save her life? This is a mess, I really cannot approve of this, Hinata is way stronger than that, and we all know it, this just isn't acceptable to me. I want my couple dynamic to be evenly distributed to feel absolutely comfortable.

And this is acceptable to you all? I call it, for what it is: Terrible writing. Stitched together with convenient excuses, just to have the ship happen somehow, in an artificial way, despite having criminal lack of shared screentime together, non-canon content excluded, by the way (I am sorry, I have to be consistent here).

With all this knowledge, the movie comes off as a truly cringeworthy attempt to try appeasing to us, who love these two together. The sappy music, the "larger-than-life" presentation, the overt reliance on spectacle, rather than substance, is just making this experience even worse for me.

Peace.

P.S.: This is just my silly, personal opinion, if you love this movie, more power to you. But to me, this is one of those pieces of media that genuinely make me feel miserable.

[anundyingfidelity]

RED LEDGER — Soldier Boy/Ben (Chapter II)

Summary: As a former FBSA analyst, you find yourself fighting against supes in a morally gray manner. Knowing there’s not much to do thanks to Hughie’s revelations about your current director and your hidden feelings for him, you agree to help his team despite your lack of special abilities. Just like Butcher and his boys, your family has been hurted badly by Vought and its superhuman puppets. But the one you hate the most is perhaps the worst nightmare you could ever ask to face every damn day: Soldier Boy in the flesh.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 3.6k.

Genre: slow burn, angst, some hurt/comfort and romance in the end.

Warnings: Soldier Boy hurting reader intentionally and unintentionally, some misogyny, suggestive and sexual themes, mentions of a dead older brother, mentions of drugs and alcohol usage, usual language, canon violence, wounds, blood, some OOC!Soldier Boy, reader is a badass, unrequited love (Hughie x reader).

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Hughie put up a smile as you entered his room, lunch in your hands as you set up the tray on the nightstand by his bed.

“You okay?” you asked softly, sitting down by the edge of the mattress.

“Yeah, yeah. I couldn’t be better,” he said, zapping the channels on the small TV. “Without you or Annie I’d be lost right now.”

Hughie laughed it off, shifting against the pillows on his back. But there was a tight knot on your throat, despite the chuckle you let out because that’s how Hughie was and you liked him for it. Some months ago, you realized it wasn’t just a simple way of liking him. It was much more, but you were used to hiding it. And it was getting harder. You knew he loved Annie, and you were just a friend, but you couldn’t let your feelings step out when he almost died before your eyes.

“How you doing by the way?” he asked, waking you up from your thoughts.

You started to place the tray on his lap, adjusting it so he shouldn’t hurt himself until it was a made-up table on the mattress.

“Uhm, I’m better now. I just have to bear that stupid motherfucker, but besides that I think my wound is doing fine,” you stated.

His eyes shifted from the tray to you, noticing how you seemed different in just some seconds.

“Hey, I’m fine,” Hughie assured you, and your eyes connected with his own for the first time in the past few days. “Really, I am better now.”

You let out something between a sigh and a scoff. “I just hate to see you like this. It wasn’t your fault, it was all because of… You know.”

“Y/N, I’m healing, okay? Slowly, but I’m here. You’ve been a great help for me all this time. He’s a gross idiot, I get it, but don’t let this hurt you more. I’m doing fine,” Hughie said with that soft look in his eyes that reminded you that he wasn’t yours. He took one of your hands softly and you went cold for a second. “You’re my best friend, so thank you.”

You nodded and smiled, partially because of the words he used and then because you knew it was the best your relationship could get. It was time to get over it, you thought.

“Of course. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Oh great, Y/N,” Butcher called you once you were out of Hughie’s room. You approached the team sitting on the living and the dining table, everyone but Annie and Kimiko was there since they were in charge of doing grocery shopping for the next few days. “We’re leaving tomorrow,” Butcher announced to you. “Get ready.”

Taken aback, you furrowed your brows standing by Butcher’s side. “What?”

“The next lab. We’re ready to attack.”

“I know it, isn’t it too soon? Hughie’s not even okay to walk by himself,” you tried to reason with the stubborn leader you had.

“He’s not coming, darling” he explained, holding your gaze and dragging the last word much to your annoyance and you were ready to argue.

You scoffed, looking away and directing your eyes to the one’s sitting down before going back to Butcher.

“You’re not gonna let Annie stay here for a whole night to take care of her boyfriend, are you? We need her too, she’s been cutting off the power of most labs we’ve taken,” you snapped, crossing your arms on your chest.

Butcher barely opened his mouth when the unpleasant voice of Soldier Boy interrupted with a stern voice and a straight gaze toward you. “You’re the one who should stay.”

“No.”

“Think about it, she’s the weakest of all of us,” Ben’s eyes were now on Butcher before turning back to you. “Besides, you’re still healing.”

“That’s still your fault, jerk!”

“Y/N, stop,”  MM spoke firmly for the first time you joined. “I don’t like him better than you do, but if someone else must stay, then you should. Just rest.”

A silence fell upon everyone. You looked for Frenchie’s support with your eyes, but he turned away; you knew he had no opinion on this, even if you found the new lab together. Your work was done, or half done already. But you had the need to do something for the team because that’s why Hughie brought you in. And again, Soldier Boy was screwing your plans. You desperately searched for some back up words on Butcher with your gaze to keep you on the mission, but the only thing you got was a shrug gesture coming from him and that sly half-smile on his face.

“Sorry, you’re staying then.”

It couldn’t fucking be.

The rest of the afternoon was no better. Under the constant disapprobation of your own mind, you found yourself not in the mood of speaking or participating in the recap of the plan. Either way, you were left out and probably it was the best. Annie kept thanking you during dinner for taking care of Hughie when she couldn’t. And you should be happy to help, but inside you felt guilty for thinking he would ever reciprocate the same feelings to you when it was clear that was not possible in any way.

You offered to wash the plates and clean the kitchen instead so Annie could check on her boyfriend, and because you didn’t want to be near anyone. Some of them were already locked down inside their rooms, Butcher had to go out before going to bed, and you just found some peace and alone time cleaning the countertop. It was easier to keep your own thoughts and personal suffering to yourself like this.

Soldier Boy didn’t make it any less complicated. His mere presence and the way he had called you weak in front of everybody had you on your nerves. The worst thing was - you couldn’t really confront him again. For the sake of the stupid team. And while you finished drying the last plate, you just wished the day where he’d be sleeping again would be near.

“Still here?” Ben asked, strolling in the kitchen while looking for a glass of water.

His voice made you jump lightly, but you managed to keep yourself relatively calm after giving a long sigh. With a quick glance, you noticed he was wearing more comfy clothes.

“Go to sleep, grandpa.”

He chuckled against the glass, the distance between him and you now being too short for your own taste. “I’ve been sleeping enough. What about you? You should be seeing the boy.”

You rolled your eyes with exasperation, dropping the cloth you were using by the sink. “Are you done with me?”

Ben raised a hand in surrender. You knew better he was just making fun of you, and you had to swallow all your temper building up inside while locking his eyes with yours.

“Just saying, doll,” he said with a big smile and you looked away, rolling your eyes exhaustively. “You spend your whole day inside that room with that pussy, does Starlight know you’re fucking? Or maybe you should look for a real man to please you,” he mocked. “I’ll be here when you make up your mind.”

His last words hit you hard for some reason and you could even picture the filthy smirk on his face. First, because you were trying to restrain your own feelings towards Hughie. And second, you wouldn’t be able to hurt him, Annie or, most important, yourself. The way you cared about him certainly didn’t slip past anyone, and you cursed in your mind that Soldier Boy, looking like the clueless and stupid asshole he was, even noticed your close relationship with Hughie. Until now, you couldn’t comprehend how he would talk to you as if nothing happened and still hint that you had something to do with him, right under Annie’s nose and try to get you to his bed at the same time. The worst part of it all was that he obviously knew he was stupidly attractive, but you were too arrogant to admit it.

Tired, you were ready to leave for the evening to end the stupid game he’d put you in if you gave in to his advances.

“Good night, Soldier Boy.”

“Wait. I have a question for you,” he said before you could turn around and walk away. You stood there, raising your eyebrows and waiting for him to say something that probably would not be worth hearing. “Why do you hate me so damn much? I mean, besides that.”

You let out an incredulous laugh under your breath. “How can you ask me that kind of stuff? You really don’t care about anything, do you?” He was about to reply but you quickly talked first. “Don’t answer that. Let’s say I’m so fucking disappointed.”

“Well, I’d like to fucking know either way,” Ben stated, leaving the empty glass on the sink. “I ain’t reading your mind, I don’t have that power.”

“Shall we make a recount? I mean, besides almost killing me and Hughie during our last mission, then treating me like I’m nothing, and adding the way you hint that I’m into a guy who clearly has a girlfriend that could fry my bones just because, according to you, I need to get laid… Yeah, I don’t see any other good reason to hate you,” you said, with a stern look and sarcasm all over your voice.

There was a small moment of quietness. Ben held your gaze, narrowing his green eyes and looking at you without a flinch before he talked again with the same rigid tone you had used on him.

“But there’s something else,” he pointed at you with curious eyes.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips. “You really wanna know? For what? It’s over, you can’t do anything! But yes, if that makes you feel any better, there’s more!”

“And that is…”

“You, piece of shit,” you hissed through your teeth before starting. “1984. Do you remember any fucking major disasters you and your dumbass team caused? Because my brother did, and because of that my whole family didn’t live to tell the whole story. There was a small town in the countryside, East Philly. Payback was there under your supervision, and you all burned everything to the ground because of some minor robberies around. My brother was so damn lucky, getting me out of the flames that our home was just because you were looking for some fireworks to play with. I was just a baby when my brother and I ended up in an orphanage, but I got to read my own file years later. And it fucking hurted me, and I won’t ever forgive you or Payback for it.”

When you finished, he said nothing. As if you were expecting anything coming from him. Ben had an unreadable expression on his face, and you couldn’t feel any better after throwing up what you had been hiding since Butcher took him as part of the team. The news was only that to Soldier Boy. Butcher knew it from the beginning, as well as MM, and they also shared a similar story of losing people they loved dearly to supes.

Sometimes you wished you had the same control inside you, but it was too much even having him there, standing right in front of you, when you knew the kind of damage he’d caused. The sadness and the tears you saved after years of mourning were now turning into rage and hatred. Your brother had died years ago when you turned eighteen, and every single night you wondered if there was any chance for him if your parents had been alive. Life wasn’t any better for you after the orphanage and your foster family, whom you left behind too. At least you had made it out and moved on, making that promise true to your older brother.

You waited for a moment for him to say something, but still nothing came out of his mouth. His eyes were lost behind you, and you got to thinking maybe he was ashamed for being so reckless. However, it couldn’t be. Soldier Boy was always a selfish idiot, and he would stay that way; you were pretty sure nothing could change him abruptly like that. You scoffed and gave a half, hurted smile at his silence.

“I thought so,” you mumbled. “Good luck with your stupid mission.”

With a last hard stare, you walked away. He stayed behind, alone in the kitchen.

Stretching your arms over your body, you slowly opened your eyes at the sound of people strolling inside the place. Some of them giving loud grunts and dropping their things on the ground, and their doors closing up with no delicacy at all. At this point it shouldn’t surprise you, but you’ve been sleeping better than ever by the warm body of your dear friend, and waking up meant you were going back to your shitty nightmare of life again.

And suddenly, it clicked. Hughie squirmed softly by your side on the bed and you rolled on the mattress until you hit the ground. You groaned a little, getting on your feet and checked the clock by the nightstand. It was past 4 a.m.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hughie asked with a raspy voice, rubbing his eyes while still half asleep.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, I think they’re back,” you answered, trying to adjust your clothes and hair.

You knew it was just an innocent small nap you took while watching a bad movie on the TV, but still it felt wrong. Hearing Annie’s voice outside, you walked to the door and got out of the room without a word. You found her a few steps away from you, and you closed the door behind your back as she addressed you with a tired smile on her face.

“Hi, is he sleeping?” she asked, before turning the knob.

You nodded, blinking a couple of times as your eyes adjusted to the dim lights in the living room. “Yes, he’s sleeping now. He’s doing better.”

“Awesome. Uhm, thank you. I know they left you out on purpose tonight, but I feel such a relief when you’re the one taking care of Hughie,” Annie said, placing a hand on your shoulder kindly. “You’ve been friends for the past year, and I appreciate you being there for him and for me as well. You’re one of the few people here I can count on, if not the only one.”

Her words hit your heart heavily. And it was like an overwhelming guilt falling on your back, although you felt bad because denying your feelings for him was not enough. And how it couldn’t be? You’ve been caging them for months on your heart, and seeing him hurting was the cherry on top. Deep inside, you knew you were more than willing to give your life for him, wishing you were the one saving him from the blast.

“You’re welcome, Annie,” you replied, finding your voice again and smiling back. “He’s my friend, so are you. And if you need anything just tell me.”

“I’ll do. Thanks, Y/N. Go to sleep, I’m sure you’re tired,” she beamed at you once again and finally entered the bedroom. You were able to hear Hughie’s laugh for a second before the door went closed again.

Standing outside, you noticed Butcher, MM and Frenchie were checking the V tubes they took out from the lab on, along with new things that were stolen. Soldier Boy was stripping from his vest as he approached you, with his shield in one hand. He smirked, sensing what had happened.

“So, you had a good time there?” he teased.

For the first time you decided to play along with him.

“Jealous it wasn’t you?”

“See, now that’s why I still need my cock, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at the stupid grin on his face. “It’s fucking 4 a.m. Stop thinking with your dick for once.”

“Calm down, doll, nothing is happening,” Soldier Boy whispered, taking a step closer to you. “Unless you want to.”

The short distance between you and his hot body, literally radiating and smelling off sweat, blood, cologne and weed made you gasp softly. Even with all the dirt and the red stains on his face, you couldn’t deny he was good looking. It was such a waste he was an asshole. But you were a little sleepy after all, and you knew you wouldn’t see past his shitty attitude in your normal mood.

“I’m done with you, take a nap.”

You tried to walk away to your room but he stopped you with his free hand around your wrist. The grip came more soft than you expected.

“Hey,” he said, the look on his face shifted immediately to what he really should resemble; a soldier, serious and stern. He was a totally different man, not like the asshole who just mocked you seconds ago. “There’s another lab. The british fucker ordered to take it down in a couple of days. You should be better by then.”

Your brows furrowed, thinking why he should be telling this to you after he was the one putting you out in the first place. But you nodded anyway.

“Sure. I’ll wait for Butcher’s orders.”

He gave you a simple nod and put his hand away, making his way to the bathroom. Now, you stood in the aisle with a confused mind and longing for three weeks of sleep.

Hearing the fight outside, you remained in a room with the computers, taking all the information you could into a memory device. Frenchie had given you a com to use in your ear so you could know if there was anyone nearby, and you felt so much better knowing Hughie was there too in his van, checking the cameras and talking through the com just in case and to avoid another accident like the previous one. Starlight had taken down most of the power that shouldn’t be useful to the team, so you just had to complete this and then wait for the V to be taken by Butcher and MM.

“Almost there,” you announced through the com, looking at the screen going seventy percent of the download.

“Good,” Frenchie answered.

“Uhm, Y/N. There’s something getting close,” Hughie warned.

“What—”

In a second, the concrete wall was destroyed. The tall man with the green suit and a shield you knew too well flew through the mess, laying on his back just a few feet away from you. Soldier Boy got up swiftly as if nothing happened, and he realized you were there. Giving you a quick hard glance, Soldier Boy returned his attention to the supe stepping inside the place through the hole on the wall. You were lucky the debris didn’t hit you, but still you were too invested in getting the information needed from that stinky lab. Each time, that was your mission and you always finished it.

The foreign supe switched his eyes between Soldier Boy and you before he attacked again, coming at Ben with fists and a string of curses out of his mouth. Soldier Boy kept him away from you, and you just waited for the bar to be completed. Just five percent more and it should be done, you thought with a racing heart and blood pumping in your veins.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Hughie asked worriedly. “I can’t see you, the camera isn’t working there.”

“Yeah, I'm almost done.”

You try to ignore Soldier Boy and the other supe but it is hard once Ben is thrown away again, hitting the wall by your side. You flinched, and turned around just in time to meet the terrorist approaching you with a menacing glance. The computer produced a weird sound, and you looked from the corner of your eye to confirm the data was safe in your device now. But you still had to get out of there, and before the man could attack you with his fists slowly glowing and charging, Soldier Boy shoved him to the ground. Both got into a fist fight, until Ben was able to stand up, knocking him to the ground with the shield, but the supe attacked with laser eyes. Ben resisted him, hiding behind the shield. You quickly looked up to unplug the device from the computer.

“Are you done?” he shouted as the supe got on his feet, increasing the strength of his laser and using the energy coming out of his hands to attack him back.

“Yes!”

“Then fucking run!”

You sneaked behind Soldier Boy quickly, running through the debris and finding the empty meeting point you had agreed with the team before. You headed near the back doors of the facility to wait for the rest.

“Where’s Butcher?” you asked through the com, panting for breath.

“Going there now,” Hughie answered. “V is taken. Info gathered. You did great.”

“Well, thanks for your help too,” you remarked back.

“Y/N,” Soldier Boy called behind your back. You turned on your heels and studied the blood staining his suit and shield. He clearly had killed the supe in the computer room. “You okay?”

You nodded, a mix of distrust and relief took over you. Maybe Soldier Boy found the usage to your skills, just like the rest of the team. “Thanks.”

Soldier Boy taglist: @delaynew @k-slla

@thesilmarillionblog

@onlyangel-444 @mrsjenniferwinchester

@daisy-the-quake

@jackles010378

@mostlymarvelgirl

@deans-spinster-witch

@stoneyggirl2

@sapnaplove

[kanekoii]

Hihiii im kinda nervous since this is my first request EVER and like could you do iluna x gn! Reader playing horror games *seperately* BECAUSE I DONT SEE ENOUGH ILUNA STUFF HERE

lyra's notes -> as an iluna enjoyer yeah we dont get enough of these sillies so feel free to request more!

pairings -> iluna x gn! reader

genre -> fluffy scenario

song -> then it all goes away - dayglow

warnings -> food mention, strong language, a few spooks, written in this loud ass dressing room with these kids yelling making me wanna dropkick someone

MARIA MARIONETTE ->

she’s cute, you’re cute, it’s a match made in heaven. oddly enough, maria doesn’t get scared easily by horror games. she’s been around for like a hundred years so she’s probably seen some shit. you’d expect her to get scared based solely off of how she looks but girl is not fazed by almost anything. the only thing that genuinely scares her is the idea of losing you. she can’t help but giggle at you getting scared when you play games like this together. maria will giggle and hold you tight so you don’t get scared. well, at least not too scared because it wouldn’t be fun if you don’t get a little spooked.

AIA AMARE ->

mf will literally TRY to scare you shitless just for fun. she’ll disappear while you’re playing then jump out with a scary mask on and a scream. she’s an absolute dork and she knows that it makes her lean towards the more cute side, but she can still definitely get a few good scares out of you. as much as you love that criminal angel, she’s scared you to death sometimes. if she scared you too much she’ll show up a little later at your door with puppy eyes and plushie, your favorite dessert in her hands.

SCARLE YONAGUNI ->

she will get just as scared as you, so it would likely end with you holding each other and just like,, screaming. even at the smallest noise you both startle and scream. it’s cute but to anyone else who might be in the same house, it will absolutely suck. i mean, hearing two lovebirds screaming their heads off for the entirety of a horror game that might be hours long surely isn’t the most fun of experiences but to each his own i suppose.

ASTER ARCADIA ->

(sorry i know like nothing about him so this is probably very ooc) he will teasingly treat you like an idiot. he’ll talk you through the things you need to do as if you’re a toddler, remarking that if you’re gonna get so scared like a baby he might as well talk to you like one too. he loves you and you know that, but he can be such a little shit sometimes when it comes to things like this. sometimes he’ll be nice about it tho, occasionally, once in a blue moon.

REN ZOTTO ->

bitch. absolute motherfucker. he teases you to hell and back over how easily you’re scared. hold him by the horns and scold him for it and he’ll apologize so cutely to you it’s almost like he didn’t tease you at all. if you genuinely dislike it then he’ll do his best to be supportive of you! he doesn’t mind just holding you while you try to get through the game to the best of your ability. he’ll hold you on his lap while you nervously make your way through it and occasionally jump and make surprised noises when there’s a jumpscare. he thinks it’s SO adorable too.

KYO KANEKO ->

he’ll make fun of the game to make both you and him less scared. you can’t exactly be scared when you’re laughing your ass off over some stupid or weird comment he made about a character or mechanic. if you get scared easily, he will be throwing jokes out left and right in an attempt to keep you laughing and keep you from getting too scared. he doesn’t like seeing you scared, so naturally his next best bet is to make you laugh.

[queer-devil]

Drdt Incorrect Quotes

Warning: A lot of these are probably ooc but I was just having fun so yeah

All of these were made using quotes from https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator, my favorite quote generator

Whit, barging in: Syphilis! 
Charles: 
Whit: 
Charles: Pardon?

David: Thank you all for coming. 
Xander, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. 
David: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck David Task Force". 
Teruko: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

Levi: Ace is mad at me, and I'm not sure why. 
Hu: Okay, did you talk before he got upset? 
Levi: ...yes? 
Hu: That's probably it.

Veronika: We all have our demons. 
Veronika, grabbing Arturo: This one’s mine.

Ace: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! 
Charles: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. 
Ace: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? 
Charles: Somehow that's worse.

Whit: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds? 
Charles: Yes? 
Whit: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days. 
Charles: Fuck. 
Whit: It's gonna be a fun week! 
Charles: I'm going to Teruko’s house. 
Whit: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

Rose: Big day today, Nico. *holds up two shirts* Mustard stain or ketchup stain? 
Nico: Mustard– looks less like blood.

J: I'm going to get myself some soup. 
Veronika: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. 
J: Pfft, I won't burn myself. 
*30 seconds later* 
J, entering the room: I burned myself.

Charles: You know, on second thought, gum would be perfection. 
Teruko: *Gives him a strange look and hands them a piece of gum* 
Charles: *Thinking* Gum would be perfection. Gum would be perfection. I could have said gum would be nice, could have said I'll have a stick. But no no no no no, for me, gum is perfection. I loathe myself.

Min: "29-34 Give a particular ecosystem and explain how could it be protected." 
Xander: Forests, stop cutting down trees and don't hold gender reveal parties anywhere near them.

Veronika: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. 
J: You mean glory days? 
Veronika: Ah, that too.

Veronika: Go ahead, Charles. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. 
Min: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Eden: What's worse than a heartbreak? 
Nico: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

Min: You can’t have a gun on stage! 
Veronika: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

Eden: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! 
Teruko: Um...Neat. 
*later* 
Teruko, lying face down on her bed: I said "Neat," Xander. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. 
Xander, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Teruko. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when David confessed his love for me? 
Teruko: Didn't you thank him? 
Xander: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him.

Whit: Adulting is hard. 
Whit: How do I quit? 
Eden: Time travel!
Veronika: Die.

Charles: I feel like doing something stupid. 
Whit: I’m stupid, do me.

Veronika: Teruko, what do you have? 
Teruko: A KNIFE! 
Veronika: Okay, have fu- 
J: NO!

Veronika: Between Teruko, Arei, David, and me -- if you had to -- who would you punch? 
Eden: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. 
Veronika: David? 
Eden: Yeah, but I don't know why.

Charles: As a functional adult- 
Whit: *chuckles* 
Charles: … As a functional adult—

Eden: Where’s Veronika? 
Whit: Around. 
Eden: Around? 
Eden: You don’t have any idea, do you? 
Veronika, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

J, texting: Arei, will you please go to sleep? 
Arei, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? 
J, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! 
J, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? 
Arei, texting: I’m trying 
J, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH 
J, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

Nico: I feel awful about killing you. 
Ace: 
Nico: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

Eden: Why can’t we all just get along? 
David: Because most of us are assholes, Eden.

[shitty-davesprite-daily]

//ooc hi it's me the anon who just sent in the most targeted monologue I could think of. the "do you ever think about" one. you have been giving me Davesprite Thoughts for several weeks so I shoved it in an ask. hope its devastating to him/pos!!

ps. I love this blog so much actually keep doin what ur doin!!!!

ooc

i love you so fucking much holy shit /p you get it. you fucking get it. dsprite feeling like he was responsible at least in part for all of his friends dying, and literally sacrificing himself, his identity and his *humanity* to save them, only for them to just. overlook him in favour of the 'real' him. the one that didnt fuck everything up for them. does he feel like he deserves it? does he think that its some form of karma for the way he let them all down and let them die (or in roses - his *sisters* case - literally killing them?) fuck, would he even *tell* them what happened in his old timeline? or would he just make vague allusions and stupid jokes because maybe if he doesnt tell them, he can have a second chance with them (a second chance that he doesnt really deserve after lying to them). maybe he can eventually win them back. sure, hes never going to be the 'real dave' again, not while the other dave is around, but maybe he can be more than just the spare dead bird dave that should have stayed dead

or maybe he shouldnt even try and should just save himself the pain of when it inevitably fails. they deserve better than just the weird bargain bin dave, right?

idk ill never stop thinking about this orange motherfucker and im glad i managed to infect someone else with the Davesprite Thoughts

[ohbo-ohno]

How do you write fanfiction without going ooc?

Personally I think you're the best cod writer, I'm considering writing some fan fiction but I'm scared the characters arent in character

"best cod writer"??? when i haven't posted in like a month?? oh babe we are getting MARRIED ilysm thank you <3

im actually like fucking terrible at giving advice (i am not a well spoken person lmao) but i can talk At you for a bit about this!!!

grasping a character's voice is actually like. deeply difficult, and it's maaaaybe the thing i struggle with most when writing (or at least one of the things lmao). especially bc literally every single writer has a different voice for every character, so you have to find what works best for your story and your style. your ghost shouldn't look/sound exactly like someone else's ghost, because he's yours, yk?

that also being said - things that are ooc to me aren't necessarily ooc to someone else. the ghost in my mind would never let you call him a cheesy pet name like "sisi", but that doesn't mean that someone else's ghost wouldn't, yk? and to them, they're in character! so you've kinda got to decide what you think being in character is, if that makes any sense

i read a looooot of fanfiction before i started writing my own cod stuff. i've only watched the full campaign once, but i've read what's probably dozens of fics lmao - my ghost and soap are an amalgamation of the things i enjoyed most in other people's fics. think about the things that you love the most in your favorite fics, and see if you can replicate that tone/vibe

i also think that getting a character's Voice is a lot more than just dialogue. i write in either second person or third person limited, but for the sake of this i'll talk a bit about third person limited

if i'm writing smth like i'll eat you whole, im technically writing from johnny's perspective, right? so i don't write his internal monologue in his accent, but i do use certain adjective he would - like instead of describing ghost as "broad" or "hulking", i said he's "a big motherfucker" bc that's how i think johnny would talk. this doesn't matter nearly as much with second person, but letting johnny's voice float into the internal monologue helps keep me in the right headspace for the fic. it's easier for me to maintain his voice if i never really let it go, yknow what i mean?

also i know this sounds sooo stupid but i think a big part of writing in character is literally just thinking "can i see them saying this? would a person like this do this?"

like. okay. ghost is a 6'4 special forces lieutenant who is willing to do literally anything if it means completing his mission. he's a big man with an even bigger reputation. can you see him begging for your forgiveness at the slightest argument? can you see him stuttering on a first date?

and soap is an incredibly accomplished sergeant who's set records in the military, he's a demolitions expert and a skilled sniper with a hell of a temper. can you see him giggling? can you see him crying when his girlfriend is mad at him?

sometimes making sure you're not writing ooc is as simple as "They Would Not Fucking Say That", and as unhelpful as it is, that's literally just based on vibes

is any of that coherent at all?? i genuinely don't know. hope i didn't make things worse! ily!

(also just as general writing advice - practice!!! don't post everything you write!! i cannot tell you how many things i've written will never see the light of day, but all my little failures in writing have given me a better grasp on the characters, yk? you have to do badly and recognize what's bad before you can be super happy with your writing. write something and then focus on exactly what feels off to you, and change only that. idk. maybe im spouting bullshit)

[theharringtxn]

Alright motherfuckers. Guess who's back?

Send me shit. I'm here, I'm here. 😎

\\ooc: hello my loves i exist once more. no one really cares but i had a lot of stupid issues and had to dip out but myself and steve are back!!

[your-sweet-cookies]

ooc: steel and lilac ^^ forest too besides the stupidest motherfucker part yeah ain’t stupid 🥹🫶🏻

OOC: hehe, thank you lots! <3 You're amazing too and I love you and Drake lots! 💜

[vicious-daughter-of-zeus]

fuck you

I’m Elektra, touch me and you die. literally.

Name: Elektra Agetor, but if you dare mention my last name I will throttle you

(Ooc: it’s the last name Zeus would give to his children. Thank you to my Greek mythology nerd fren for helping me figure that out)

Age: 17

Birthday: December 17

When did you arrive at camp: when I was 15

Godly parent: unfortunately Zeus

Mortal parent: [REDACTED]. she died giving birth to me

@penelope-is-waiting is now my adoptive mother, and I love her very much. So by extension, @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost is my adoptive dad. Fuck with them and I’ll show you what my necklace is really all about.

also my illegal adopter is Diane from @damiedantediane

Powers: for me to know and for you to find out

Weapon(s): my touch, 13 inch dagger, celestial bronze bullet gun (I don’t use it very often, it’s not that great)

Sexuality: i’ll fuck you if im attracted to you

Pronouns: she/her they/them mostly, im trying out xe/xem

Height: im actually like 5’10” but im almost always wearing something that has a bit of a heel on it so like 6’0”+. yeah im a tall girl

Why can’t we touch you: my stupid ass bitch of a father gave me an amulet when I was four years old. the amulet harness a very large voltage of electricity, so if anyone touches me when I’m wearing it they’ll die or be very seriously injured. i can only take it off during thunderstorms, and when a thunderstorm is over i have put it back on or ill get electric shocks sent to my brain, causing me many problems.

(ooc more info)

Single or taken: taken by my lovely incredible gorgeous beautiful amazing pretty awesome stunning girlfriend Amelia @the-definition-of-sunshine (idk why she sticks around but for some incomprehensible reason she likes me, let alone romantically)

Other people I am willing to murder you over:

(don’t get it twisted though, I don’t make friends. I don’t get attached to anyone.)

Sk @daonedaonlyskh, Finley @love-lightning-forethought (my sister), Artemis @lady-artemis (godly sister), Thalia @badassthalia (another sister), Eef @sleepy-as-a-song

and Damian @iceweavercatlover

Giving love language: physical touch giving gifts

Receiving love language: physical touch words of affirmation

Hobbies: i write poems and take pictures sometimes, but if you find me somewhere that isn’t scrolling my phone in cabin 1 I’m probably training in the arena.

Other info: i am very goth. not emo, not punk, goth. also yes i am a white girl with locs, if you’ve got a problem with that than gtfo, motherfucker it’s literally just hair. a black lady did them for me

ooc

hiya! It’s @daonedaonlyskh and I run this blog!

there will be lots of cursing, probably mentions of cigarettes/smoking, mentions foster care, mentions of orphanages, mentions of homelessness, really awful parents (maybe slight emotional abuse? I’m not really sure), blood, mentions of death, and possible gore on this blog. If any of those don’t sit well with you, but would still like to interact with a starter with these contents, or a roleplay seemingly is headed in the direction of one of these, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I WOULD HATE TO MAKE ANYONE UNCOMFORTABLE

also if elektra says anything about bullying her father PLEASE don’t harass the mods of any Zeus rp accounts. I shouldn’t have to say that but I’m saying it anyways.

I’m a minor so nothing inappropriate, although you are welcome to (try) to flirt with Elektra if you want!

more info and my dni can be found in my main blog (the dni is under the “rules” section)

I switch over to quotation marks “”when the interaction between characters is ‘not on tumblr’ (example: let me know when you’re here [vs] “oh you’re here!”)

tags

bitch i’m busy - ic

mod speaks - ooc

Elektra lore - ooc lore drops

this is the picrew I used for the pfp

banner image was made by me

dividers are from @/cyberangel-graphics here on tumblr

[isalisewrites]

Book Harry is a fucking child in canon, anon.

Book Harry is only officially "paired" with girls in canon.

And again it's not OOC in fanfiction if you can get a character to enjoy a certain position. If you can't, then it's a skill issue on the writer's part. I'm calling it.

I'm fucking tired of these, quite frankly, stupid top/switch/bottom debates. I'm done debating which is more in character or giving in depth answers that analyze the character in different ways (even though I do love that aspect of writing) because it just falls on deaf ears. One day patriarchy will not be in my LGBTQ+ fanfiction and that day can't come quickly enough.

But, for now, I'm calling it out like it is: a motherfucking skill issue.

sorry but bottom Harry It's ooc, book Harry is a switch, no matter who he's paired with.

I love when people forget that anyone can write anything they want in fanfiction (and book Harry is, according to the author, straight, so 🤷‍♀️ “sorry”)

[ghostsandmirrors]

Spider-Dude! Ok this is maybe a weird way of looking at things, but who is your favorite among your Gallery of Rogues? Like, sure, they're villains... but I bet there's aspects of them you can find respect for, or amusement with. Who hits the top of the list for you, and why?

My muse is bored and wants curious anons. No questions are off limits, abuse this opportunity!

"This is gonna sound weird," said Spider-Man, "but I respect most of them. They're doing dangerous things for a reason. Kingpin isn't, but he's the exception, not the rule." There was a small shrug. "They're all good at what they do, unfortunately, and their tech is really good. Gotta respect 'em for that."

"Top 5 favorite criminals? That seems like a good number. In 5, Lizard. He's…" he hestiated, "doing his best. 4 is Crime-Master. Gotta love the ones who're open about their goals. 3… Typeface. He's got puns and rhymes, but he's the reason Spellcheck's around." He shrugged again, almost dismissively. "Everyone's got their negatives."

"2, probably Rhino. He's not my favorite, but I'd rather face him than some of the others." He gave a small gesture. "First: honorable mentions! Electro, Scorpion, Shocker, Vulture, Tombstone. Some of the guys I see more often," he said. "My number 1's gotta be Kingpin. He's been around so long, I think we've got a special something at this point!"

[eternal-trolls]

I forgot Eudora has a vocal tic that’s literally ‘nya’ I fucking love him