#ooohh i have so many ideas

[official-lucifers-child]

i have this story idea of two siblings (twins, perhaps) who work completely independently of each other. one’s in politics, sucking up to senators and mayors and monarchs, gathering allies, and slowly but steadily establishing the change they want to see. and the other is in the midst of a war or some sort of more physical, dangerous battle, and they’re wild and unpredictable and downright reckless but they win more fights than they lose and they’re slowly but steadily changing things for the better too. and some people know both of the siblings, maybe a soldier’s partner is a politician or something, but no one knows that they’re related, not until something happens to the reckless one and the political one shows up with a disturbingly well-stocked medkit in hand looking distinctly annoyed, not concerned. they go over to their injured sibling, smack them upside the head, and start treating their injuries. slowly, everyone else realises that they look a LOT alike. they have a lot of shared mannerisms. same accent, same speech patterns. despite the fact that their battles couldn’t be less similar, they’re the exact same on their respective battlefields. warriors, just in different ways.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[bubbleberryuniverse]

- GHOST PERI AU -

(AKA Petrified!Peri because that name is cool as FUCK.)

REFERENCES ALSO AVAILABLE HERE!

REGULAR COLORS / HIS BODY [NOT GHOST]

GHOST COLORS / HIM AS A GHOST

SO. You may be asking, "what happened to him?" And I am here to EXPLAIN! :]

This AU is still a fairly [pun unintended] big WIP, so some details are still all over the place/undecided, and some may change over time; constructive criticism, opinions/thoughts, questions, are all appreciated!

The general idea is, well... divergent from the finale. What if, after the chip is grabbed and Hazel, Wanda, [and maybe Cosmo? I don't recall if he goes with them/ends up somewhere else] go to fix the wand, Peri explodes. And it gets undone when Hazel wishes to fix Fairy World. Buuuttt... not quite!

It wasn't her 1 Millionth Wish that she used up on Fairy World— which is why it Doesn't Quite Fix Him Going Kaboomey. But I imagine that having 1Mil Wishes had a mild influence on What Happened and why exploding DID get fixed... sort of. [I need to brainstorm specifics on this.]

ANYWAY.

Peri looks GENERALLY normal most of the time, except for, well, *gestures at reference.* Outside of THAT [cracked wand, cracked crown [crack hidden by the glow], slightly off color pallete], there's some other stuff that's just a Hint of Wrong.

Like coughing up confetti and/or rainbows [without any other sign of magical backup [which he can't experience anymore because he did technically already die via backup.]] And sometimes the funny silly wacky expressions that happened during buildup [big ol' eyes/pupils, star shaped pupils, funny faces [like when he was talking to Dev.]

Throwing this in here. Sometimes he just stares like the TBH Creature. It's kinda silly kinda funny. I need to make a Petrified!Peri TBH emote because that fits well.

I was ALSO thinking about the idea that sometimes limbs can detach [the ghost fairy in that one ep is what gave me this thought], mostly for expressive purposes/fun silly purposes. It can be seen in this image here! Still DEBATING on this, though.

ANYWAY.

ANYWAY.

Cosmo and Wanda Don't Know He Died [because of not being right there] But something Is Off. Peri probably doesn't at first either until they [themself] put it together through context clues, and then they're like, "ooohh no, mom and dad probably don't know I exploded!" And he gets REALLY nervous about them finding out because that'd be A Lot and he doesn't want to Worry Them [because... he fucking died.]

So. There's a lot of him just trying not to Act Suspicious. Which only makes them both concerned! I have so many silly funny interactions between them that I imagine, actually!

Like...

Peri: *Talking. Suddenly... star pupils!*

Wanda: Um. Sweetie?

Peri: Hey do you see that?

Cosmo: Oooh, see what?

Peri: Over there! *Points.*

Cosmo + Wanda: *Looks over.*

Peri: *Disappears.*

WHICH. YEAH. SO. GHOST FORM. They're completely hidden when they're actually a GHOST, and has no wand/wings when they're a ghost, either [they do have wings normally, I just forgot to include them in the reference.] And I imagine whenever they poof into their ghost form that they leave a tiny bit of confetti behind!

ALSO.

He reassigns himself to Dev on his own [who didn't forget after the finale.] And his magic is kind of fucked up. Cause he's DEAD and look at his fucking WAND. So wishes kinda get fucked up when granted a bit sometimes ehehehaha...

ANYWAY.

I am also dumping my Peri headcanons onto him. They're transmasc nonbinary and use he/they pronouns and they're also aroace! :3

PLEASE. PLEASE send me any asks if you have any questions! You don't have to ask to draw them, either— just tag me in any art if you ever make any, please! :]

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Mercs proposing hc?? So basic but Im literally one corny mf

The TF2 Mercs proposing to their partners

WARNING: Mild gore gifts because this is the Mercs we’re talking about here.

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Scout:

- Biggest panic attack of his fucking life. Has no idea how to function like a normal human being anymore. It was that feeling of being in love with somebody all over again and needing to tell them. What’s worse about this though is that marriage is a huge commitment. One that many aren’t ready for yet. What if you reject him and he messes this relationship up?

- Goes to Spy for comfort. In all honesty he’s just a very damaged little boy on the inside and scared that he is incapable of receiving unconditional love. The other Mercs catch him behind the base crying into Spy’s shoulder on the curb while Spy holds him. He’s telling Spy how much he loves you; and how terrified he is that you cannot return that same vow. Spy knows the feeling. “Shh, mon lapin.” Boy howdy Spy’s certainly grateful that Scout’s mom didn’t teach him a word of french.

- Spy has to shove Scout into your room to actually finally get him to do it. “Your idiot boyfriend has a few words for you, and apparently I have to be present or i’m certain he’ll break down crying again.” He says to you. While poor Scout curls up into a ball on the floor.

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Soldier:

- First of all, why him? Second of all, this is the type of guy to go all out and spend half the money he earned in mercenary work to get one of those “will you marry me Y/N?” banners hooked up to a plane. Complete with the pilot being ejected and the plane crashing nose first into a rock formation. Apparently that was 100% intentional because a bunch of confetti came out of the explosion. You don’t know if you should be horrified at the audacity, or head over heels.

- Brings you an entire necklace of ears. But that’s not all! For limited time only you can get one of soldiers’ severed heads that was purposely boiled and skull cut into the shape of a helmet! Great, right? “Wow, what type of animal is this?” You ask. “A DOG. PACKAGED WITH PURE, NO ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR, PASTEURIZED AMERICAN GLORY!” well that’s not reassuring. “OOOHH SAAAAY CAAAAN YOU SEEE—“ Soldier immediately gets hit over the head by Heavy and knocked unconscious.

- After the initial silliness dies down you see adoration as you tend to his awful head wound. Maybe Heavy knocked the stupidity out of him? No. He’s still insane. Soldier grabs your wrist as you apply alcohol to his wound and squeezes your hand. “Somebody like me doesn’t deserve somebody like you.” He says. “Bullshit, Soldier.” You say, leaning in for a kiss.

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Demoman:

- He can only achieve this when drunk off his mind. Not to mention it arrives in the most unromantic way possible. But it doesn’t make you love him any less. He holds you close to him after a New Years party at the base and pats your back. “Jus’ so you know, you’d look mighty fine with a ring on your finger.” He flirts, getting incredibly physically affectionate. He makes sure never to cross your boundaries.

- “Me mum would kill me but fuck all. y’know? Old wench’s days are numbered anywae. We could live ina nice cottage by the sea.. If ya want wee lil’ bastards I’ll actually take care of em. I’d have to stop me drinkin tho.” He says, pecking your neck. His remaining eye is pleading with you to say yes. “Pleaaase?”

- Has no recollection of these events in the morning so imagine his dumbfounded expression when one of the Mercs asks about his new fiancé. Cue the embarrassment mixed with pride and excitement.

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Engineer:

- Will 100% go to your window in the dead of night and sing a song for you on his guitar. Particularly I imagine this would be the contender. You have no idea this is even a marriage proposal. You just think he’s being incredibly sappy. Imagine the surprise while mid song he pulls out a small box and throws it up and down recklessly like a baseball. You’re slowly beginning to catch on as he opens it with his free fingers after finishing the song.

- Complete overconfident show off. He pep-talked himself before all this and rehearsed his performance repeatedly. By using the wrangler and effortlessly throwing the box up in the air and propelling it forward with a single bullet, the sentry successfully aided in getting the box up to you. You don’t even know how you managed to catch it, to be honest.

- Tips his hardhat to you. “Whadda say? Marry me?” He can barely contain his smile. Both excited and somewhat relieved he pulled that off.

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Heavy:

- “Heavy made you dead person crown..” He walks into your room one day and puts it on your head. It’s a bunch of severed ears meant to resemble a flower crown. “Hey, thanks big guy.” You’re grateful for the gift, being a crazed Merc yourself is it really any surprise? You give him a huge kiss on the cheek. Heavy looks thrilled that you accepted his gift. Which is very much unlike him. Usually he’s reserved. Maybe he’s just having a good day?

- Well.. you eventually find out why. That was apparently his way of proposing to you. Soldier nudges you the next morning and teases you for being engaged to Heavy. You’re horrified to say the least. You had no idea this meant marriage. Not that you wouldn’t marry him. But what about his gun Sasha? Wouldn’t she feel jealous? You’ve been with Heavy so long you keep referring to that damn thing as a person.

- Immediately upon seeing you; goes up to you and gives you a list of stuff he wants at this wedding. There’s even a blank page for you to write your own needs. He seems oddly motivated to plan this out months before it actually happens. There is countless mentions of Russian authors he wants to attend the wedding. As if they’d ever consider going to a stranger’s wedding. “If they won’t come then Heavy will crush them..” He says. Same goes for your guests.

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Pyro:

- Wow.. Kind of the most normal out of all of them. For the most part. If TF2 took place in modern day they’d propose with a ringpop but all they have is a bag of candy and an actual ring (That they may or may not have stolen from someone in Tuefort.)

- They get on their knees and offer the ring to you in an extremely professional manner. It’s quite surreal to see Pyro pull off something so domestic and normal when he’s always destroying stuff with fire. In fact this is a little too normal.. This is Team Fortress we’re talking about here. Shouldn’t something be wacky happening right about now? It’s like the perfect opening for slapstick. Through your cries of love and laughter you begin to feel anxious at the back of your head.

- Yup.. There it is. Pyro tells you that Scout offered to be the ‘Ring bear’ for the wedding. There’s Scout dressed up in a cutesy teddy bear costume. You’re certain that’s not how it works. “Just for the record, if you tell anybody about this, I’ll fuckin’ saw off both your knees boston sandwich style. Capeesh?” He says. You have no idea what that means so you quickly agree.

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Sniper:

- Afraid he’s going to mess it up, much like Scout. Gets incredibly physically ill as a result from stress and isolates himself in his camper van. You’re convinced he wants to tell you something but you have no idea what it is. One day on the frontlines an arrow narrowly misses your face and embeds itself into the wall next to you. You were about to turn around and bombard Sniper until you saw the note attached to it. “Pardon, Will you marry me? -Sniper.” With a very worried sad face drawn next to the note. He even bothered to draw his hat on it.

- Disbelief clouds your face at first. Sniper? Marry another Merc? You’re in shock. This isn’t something you’d ever suspect from a guy like him. But your initial thought makes way for an uncontrollable smile.

- He literally will not approach you first after this. You have to knock on his camper van because god knows he won’t be even able to face his team for months. As you jump into his arms and kiss him he immediately pulls you inside to love on you in private.

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Medic:

- WOULD RATHER SHOOT HIMSELF

- Just kidding. But he wishes he were dead right now. How could he do something so… Un-mad-sciencey? Marriage is just a concept brought upon by money hungry people. It only exists within the mind… Yet, that’s how he feels. An eternal vow to you is something he wishes to do. He’s already planned to make you a god alongside him once the time came so you could be his beloved consort forever. It reminded him of the greek story of soulmates.

- Gets a little fruitier than usual. The most feminine moan you ever heard left this man’s body as you brushed against him while trying to help him grab a syringe he dropped. This man gets unusually hornier and that’s how you know something’s up.. “Looking up my skirt, I see!” He says, as you glance up his long lab coat. There isn’t anything there but his pants so you roll your eyes. “Ah yes.. “ You respond. You decide he’s just clingy and horny as usual and carry about your assistance. You’re not in the mood for that. He never even bottoms so he’s feigning it anyway.

- “Err—Uh— Ho! Wouldn’t it be just shameful if I knew what was going on inside your head?” He asks. “Alright, i’ll bite. What are you saying, Doc?” You sigh. He fixes his glasses back up on his face thoughtfully. “One body, one mind. That would be quite intriguing don’t you think? If we were to.. Become one.” He placed an odd amount of emphasis on that, as if the thought was simply music to his ears. Lord he’s creepy. Medic grabs you and holds you close to him. “Think of the possibilities. We’d never be lonely again. I could stitch our bodies together and we could feel each other’s essence. Forever.”

- “Medic, you good?” You ask. Although his words were strangely flattering nonetheless in their own way. You smile at him. He seems to be lost in the idea. Fantasies of being with you for eternity flood his head. Particularly ones where you’re both a weird hybrid god. Weirdest marriage proposal world record goes to Medic.

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Spy:

- No, no no no no no. He can’t do this again. Marriage never worked out for him. After losing Scout’s mom and many partners that followed, he couldn’t bare hurting somebody like that again. His job always got in the way of what he truly desired but he had to live with it. This life chose him after all. His hand was forced into this position. Seeing your bright smile for the rest of his days was all he ever wanted. His urges to get up and say something to you were too strong.

- Has to metaphorically slap himself in the face and remind himself to act like a fucking adult. He wasn’t a little rambunctious teenager in Paris anymore. Yet he felt like one whenever he saw you. Such boyish feelings for an old put together gentleman like him. Spy decided to trust you and himself. But if something went wrong he wouldn’t hesitate to jump off a fucking cliff. Spy would stare at his reflection in the bathroom mirror for hours and contemplate his decision before making it.

- He proposes to you under a starry moonlit night. Not even bothering to kneel down, he slides the box across the balcony to you. “Well?” he asks, taking a long drag of his cigarette. His eyes fixated on the horizon. “Do I have to say it?” He asks. “Yes..” You tell him. Your eyes gleaming with joy. You never felt happier in your entire life. “Fine.. Will you marry m—“ He couldn’t even finish before you jump on him, ultimately knocking you both down.

[heartsforvin]

ooohh could you do a sex tape smut with vinnie? 🫶

( @louloulemons-blog ,, wanna make sure you got the notif 😭 hope you enjoy !! <3)

LET’S MAKE A MOVIE

girl i love this idea, thank you for the request !!!

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: smut, use of pet names, fingering, teasing, praise kink, bit of degradation ??, dirty talk, cum play ?? cussing, very little plot, dom!vinnie, lmk if i missed anything !!!

summary: you and vinnie decide to do something a bit different

the phone on the tripod captures everything as he’s got you on all fours, fucking you from behind. the bed’s shaking, definitely hitting the wall and putting if not one, many holes into it.

you don’t care, however. all you care about is this, this moment with him. you completely forgot the phone was recording everything.

vinnie thrusts deep and slow as he reaches up and grabs your tits, squeezing them and making you moan loudly as you throw your head back.

“louder baby, let ‘em hear who makes you feel this good.” vinnie whispers in your ear as his pace quickens.

you do as told, loving the way he feels inside you with this position. vinnie smirks as he kisses your shoulder.

“doin’ so good for me baby,” he praises as you clench around him. “you’re my good girl, yeah?”

you whine against the pillow that you’re face is currently being shoved into by vinnie’s large tattooed hand.

“asked you a question, didn’t i?” he asks condescendingly, making tears want to fall from your eyes.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, making you lift your head. “huh? you gonna use your words? or have i fucked you too good already?”

tears threaten to spill as his tone gets more stern with you. you weren’t typically used to him having the condescending voice while the two of you were at it, so it threw you for a loop.

his grip and thrusts got harsher and all you could do was moan out loudly, absolutely no thoughts were in your head at the moment.

you soon feel him pull out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact. vinnie scoffs as he smacks your ass.

“quit your whining and get up.” he says, and you do as told.

vinnie lays back so he’s against the headboard, once you’re kneeling, he pulls you back against him and you hit his chest with your back.

the camera catches all of this, you stare right into it as you watch vinnie through it. you watch as his fingers dance along your skin, almost feeling like they’re burning.

“you watchin’ me?” he asks, not moving his gaze from where his hand now moves from your shoulder down to your chest.

you nod. “mhm.” you hum, feeling vinnie’s hand make contact with your tits.

he smirks as he feels your head rest against his shoulder. “spread your legs.” he demands.

when you don’t do as told, he scoffs and squeezes your tits harsher.

“spread ‘em, dirty girl, c’mon.” he urges, using that same deep, demanding tone with you.

when you do, vinnie chuckles as he sticks out his tongue, smiling at the camera. “you gonna be good for me?” his gaze stays on the camera but his hands knead your breasts.

you nod with a smile, telling him you’ll be so good for him. he strokes your hair before sliding one of his hands down your body.

you spread your legs a bit wider as his hand came closer to your aching pussy. you clenched around nothing when his hand squeezed your inner thigh.

“needy girl, you think you deserve this?” vinnie asks as he squeezes the plush of your thigh.

“mhm!” you whine, the feeling of just his hand on you is making you more wet.

“i don’t know,” he drags out, sliding his finger along your folds, teasing you. “look up at the camera and say it.”

vinnie grabs your jaw, making you look up at the camera that’s still recording. “i’ll be good.” you say just below a mummer.

vinnie knits his eyebrows. “speak up, or we stop now.” he tells you.

huffing, you speak louder so the camera can pick it up. you feel vinnie smile against your shoulder before kissing it.

you melt into his touch before being brought back to reality and feeling his fingers enter you. “vinnie,” you whine.

he chuckles when he hears you. “all i did was put my fingers inside you, and you’re already a fuckin’ mess.”

you squirm and whine under him, trying to get him to do something other than mere touches. he notices your movement and pulls his fingers from you.

“for someone who said they’d be good for me,” vinnie starts, stroking the inside of your thigh. “you’re bein’ a real brat, you know that?”

nodding your head, you lift your head to try and make eye contact. vinnie grabs your chin and kisses you, making you think he’ll go soft on you.

he lets go of your face harshly, making tears want to spill out of your eyes. you’re insanely turned on and he has done nothing since the two of you started.

“baby please.” you whine, needing his touch now more than ever.

finally, you feel his fingers thrust into you again, curling at just the right spot, making you lean your head on his shoulder with a moan.

vinnie’s low laugh is heard clearly in your ear as he continues to curl his fingers inside you.

“this what you wanted?” he knows he’s not getting an answer out of you, so he just continues.

“dirty girl just wanted my fingers in her, didn’t she?” the pleasure completely overpowers his words for you, almost like you can’t even hear him.

you feel his thumb rub on your clit and that’s what does it for you. “vinnie,” you cry out, gripping his bicep. “please.

you start to close your legs, the pressure being too overbearing, but vinnie takes his hand and pushes them open.

“keep ‘em open, princess,” he tells you as his thumb doesn’t stop its movements on your sensitive bud. “wanna get you cummin’ on camera.”

you whine as his movements continue, the knot about to burst any minute. before you get the chance to tell him you’re there, the contact is gone.

anger floods through you as you whip your head around to face your boyfriend, a smug smile plastered on his pretty face.

you thought he wanted you to show the camera your mess, but instead he just edged you on like he’s been doing.

before you get a chance to speak, vinnie beats you to it and whispers in your ear, “got an idea, stay still.” he tells you.

staying put, you watch as your boyfriend gets up and moves his way around you. you smile cheekily when you get a good view of his ass as you watch him walk over to the tripod.

you hear him whisper something to the camera before he picks up the phone and stops the recording.

you have no doubt in your mind this tape will be a bit longer than some, but that’s what editing is for.

vinnie starts recording again, only this time the camera is pointed at you. he walks towards you, smile on his face.

“look at you,” he says lowly, cupping one of your breasts in his hands, making sure the video captures everything. “pretty little thing.”

the way the sentence leaves his mouth makes you clench around nothing. he gives your breast a squeeze before grabbing you by an ankle and pulling you down the bed.

pushing your chest, you fall onto your back, being all spread out for him in this position.

lifting your head, you see your boyfriend climb onto the bed himself. you watch as he angles the camera directly on your pussy.

a cry erupts from you when vinnie’s fingers make contact with your sensitive cunt once again.

he slides his fingers along you for a moment before pointing the camera at you. “ready for it?”

he can’t even finish his sentence before your nodding, smile widely spread across your face as you watch vinnie tentatively.

he points the camera back down and takes his cock in his other hand. it doesn’t take long before he’s hard again, just the mere sight of you does it for him.

there was no warning before he slammed into you. bottoming out, he reached up to your chest and tweaked at your right nipple, eliciting a loud moan from you.

you tug at vinnie’s hair, making him groan. “feel good, sweetheart?” he asks.

all you can do is nod in response, the pleasure of having him inside you again is too much for you to speak.

he angles the camera at your chest, getting a perfect view of your tits bouncing as he thrusts harshly.

before he can think it, he smacks your right breast, making you whimper at the feeling. “you like that, huh,” the camera moves to your face, capturing how you’re reacting to all the pleasure.

“mhm.” you hum almost too quiet so vinnie can’t even hear you. you watch his demeanor change again and you know what’s about to come.

“words.” is all he says before you open your mouth to speak. just as you’re about to, you feel vinnie pull out of you before slamming himself back into you.

“couldn’t hear you, baby.” he says, camera pointing right in front of you, watching as tears well in your eyes.

you cry out a ‘yes’ that’s soon drowned out by a moan when you feel his hand press on your lower stomach.

he smirks. “feel that, pretty girl,” he says as you nod. “that’s all me. only i can make you feel this good.”

another moan is ripped from your throat as you feel his hand inch lower before reaching your clit. you look up, grabbing his hair as you see the camera pointed right at where you and vinnie are connected.

“vin,” you moan when his thumb makes contact with your swollen bud. “faster.”

he does as told. fast circles are stimulating you in no time as he continues to fuck you. “you gonna cum, baby? be a good girl f’me?”

you clench around his cock as you tug on his hair and whine out. vinnie lets his own moans out when he feels you clench around him.

“shit baby, go ahead.” he gives you the approval you’ve been waiting for and you waste no time.

with one last thrust that was all it took for not only you, but vinnie to spill as well, the two of you cumming together.

the camera doesn’t leave the angle it’s capturing. he makes sure everything he wants is in view before slowly pulling out of you with a hiss.

“shit, pretty girl,” he pants, trying to catch his breath. you sit up on your elbows so you can see what he’s doing. “look at the mess we made.”

vinnie chuckles as he spreads the mixture of yours and his cum along your sensitive pussy.

you hiss at the feeling of his fingers nudging your clit, making vinnie look up at you with a smile.

he leans in to kiss you, but before he does, he makes sure it’s visible in the camera.

“did so good for me, i love you.” is all he says before kissing you and then ending the recording.

HI HI HI !! thank you for the request again, i LOVED writing it and i hope you loved reading and it lived up to what you wanted <33

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[onskepa]

Hey! How about neteyam x human reader? Back on earth, she had been working at a circus and knows lots of tricks. May she show him some?

Ngl it reminded me of the Amazing Digital Circus. BUT! I will stray from that! So I used black butler for reference and other circus stuff to get the idea. So I hope you enjoy this one~!!

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Ko'on

Na’vi are flexible by nature. Running, swinging, swimming, doing so many activities that make their bodies lean and very strong. Broken bones or an injured body part is bound to happen. Neteyam knows this, he has fair share of getting hurt, being scrapped and on close calls breaking bones. 

However, what neteyam can't wrap his mind around is how boneless the humans can be. How flexible they looks, as if their skin is made of rubber or some material that can move freely. 

Best example he can put is his good friend ko’on. She can move in such strange ways that neteyam would believe she has no bones. Bending completely backwards, forwards, or walking around with just her hands. Better yet, do archery with her feet! Ko’on would give brief explanations of how she was able to do such things. But never a full blown explanation or proper reason for how she can be so…movable.

“Hm, this is pretty good actually,” Ko'on comments as she happily eats some dried meat. Neteyam was sitting across from her, staring down in worry and being slightly weirded out. Ko’on notices his stare and looks up at him, “what? Do I have something on my face?” she asks. 

“Does it hurt?” he asks. 

Ko’on looks to her left and right, shrugging, “what hurts?” 

“Ko’on, you have both of your feet beside your head while bending backwards completely. How does that not hurt?” he wonders. 

“Ooohh, well it is the same as you hanging upside down, it's normal. Nothing hurts” ko’on answers simply as she takes another bite of her little snack. “Wow, looks like i'm going to ask your mom to make more of these tasty treats-”

“Forget the meat for one second and tell me how that works. Do you even have bones??” neteyams interrupts ko’on. She rolls her eyes and sits up normally. “I do have bones. I am just flexible from all my years of being a performer back on Earth”. 

“A performer?” he repeats. The girl nods, her mind swinging into nostalgic mode. 

“Yuppers, I used to be in a circus” 

“What is a circus?” Neteyam asks after a couple minutes of silence. He and ko’on were taking their time walking around in the forest, him walking calmly as his friend jumps and makes some neat tricks on the branches and vines.

“A circus is a wonderful and even magical place. With a big massive tent that can hold hundreds of people! There is a ringleader, the host and team player. Then you got the stuntmans, the silly clowns and dare devils! There was a whole team of amazing performers”

Neteyam listens happily as ko’on goes on of her time at the circus. And from how she describes, it seemed to be a fun place where everyone was able to enjoy themselves. Perhaps that would be something his family would enjoyed.

And seeing ko’on go on, smile as she explains what roles and shows they had, neteyam wouldn't mind hearing her all day.

“So, what was your role in the circus?” he asks. Ko’on smiles widely, spreading out her arms almost like in a T-pose. “My role was the acrobatic performer. I could jump, lift, swing in tight ropes, walk in thin ones, and almost fly high! And my flexibility made me light as a feather” ko’on said with such enthusiasm.

Neteyam couldn't help but chuckle a bit, “well, if you are as amazing as you say. Perhaps you can show me a few tricks?”. His friend looks down at him, tilting her head a bit, “you want to learn to be flexible?” she asks. Neteyam nods, “as much as I can be”

 “You make it look so easy…….!!” neteyam stumbles on himself, falling down from trying to copy ko’on. The girl in question giggles as she sits with her legs over her shoulder and walking around with her hands. “I think its your tail, might be in the way of not properly balancing yourself”. 

Both straight up from the failed position practice. Dusting himself off, neteyam wasn't ready to give up. “Is there anything that doesn't have my tail in the way?” he asks, and immediately ko’on nods. “Yuppers! Balancing on a thin rope, or since we are outside, the vines. Your tail might help you alot in this”. 

Ko’on takes the lead in demonstrating him as she easily stands still on one of the nearby vines. “The key is mental control. Try not to think you will fall over cause then you will. Be calm, be in the moment, be in the zen mode and it will be easy”. 

‘Well easy for her to say’ neteyam thought. Seeing ko’on walking around on the vines was amazing truly, but neteyam felt like he might die if he takes one wrong move. 

“Also dont sway-DONT SWAY!!” 

Too late, neteyam swayed too much on the right that he fell. Luckily the fall wasnt that high. He grunted as he landed on the groun, hissing a bit at the pain from landing on his side. Ko’on jumps down with grace and goes over to him. Bending down to examine him, she suggests “how about a break?” 

He nods to that. 

Eclipse was reaching soon so the two take their sweet time making it back home. 

“Hey, maybe with some stretches and other stuff, you might be able to pull it off. I was going a bit hard on you "Ko'on says, breaking their silence. Neteyam nods to that, but remembers something. 

“The circus…is it still a thing on Earth. When you talk about it, you say it with a bit of sadness” he points out. Ko’on nods, a sad smile matching the mood of her eyes. 

“Unfortunately, circuses is not the same. Heck, when I was in it, it was nothing like how it was 100 or 200 hundred years ago. The circus had different kinds of animals. Wild and exotic animals. But as years go by, those animals would stop being shown…and they would be extinct..” 

“So what happened? No more animals..? 

“In a way, yes. But holographic animals. Its not the same, and before I left, they wanted to change the circus forever. More than usually and I hated it” ko’on says with anger growing in her voice. Neteyam blinks a bit, wondering. 

“Changed it? How?” 

“Getting rid of actual performers and stunts, all what makes a circus, gone! And to replace it with the oh so “The amazing digital circus!” ko’on says in a rather mocking tone. Neteyam contained his inner laughter. Not wanting ko’on to see it. 

“And the ring leader isn't even a real ring leader! Just a talking gummy jaw with floating eyes and a weird ass bubble assistant!” 

Im sorry, I had to put it in. But that was a goody! Hope you like it! I might come back to fix it cause im writing it while being half asleep. So, until next time! See ya!

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ko'on = Ring, oval shape, closed ring

[yuri-is-online]

ooohh 500 already?? it feels like the 300 special was just a few weeks ago ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ can i get prompt 6 with ace and deuce together?? hehe congrats again, more milestones to come!! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.

So I was uncertain if by together you meant Aduece + Yuu or Ace + Yuu and Deuce + Yuu. As it stands, I had an idea for Aduece + Yuu and requests for Ace and Deuce separately, so this post will contain Aduece + Yuu. I'm confused just writing that, but I hope it makes sense. If this is not what you wanted, you are more than welcome to make a second request. There is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, what's worse than one angry guard dog? Two angry guard dogs! Or is it two and a half if you count Grim I guess. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Aduece

"And our first victim for tonight will be the prefect! I would have expected them to be the last victim how very odd." Crowley almost sounds sympathetic and you almost sound interested, you even let out a little "oh no" almost relived whoever was playing the murderer had decided to give you such a nice excuse to sit the next rounds of what you are certain is going to turn into a massive dick measuring contest. Grim does not share your gracious nature.

"This is bullshit!" He thrashes around in your embrace making grabby paws at the gathered crowd as if he is really going to make Mr. X regret killing you. "Just my hench human's name got pulled, why's that mean I gotta go?!"

"Aww, Grimmy, it's ok, we all know you'd be next." Ace laughs but there's a strange strain to it. He's run his fingers nervously through his hair several times now, and now that you've noticed he tries a more familiar smile, dropping his hand to tap his thigh instead. "Don't wait up for us, ok? Juice and I aren't going home anytime soon." You roll your eyes at the joke before giving both your friends a quick hug.

"For luck." You say with a quick wink before shuffling yourself and Grim up to the balcony soothing him with promises of food that you're sure will still be up there.

As soon as you are gone all pretense between the two drops as they both look at the identical cards they had been bickering over just a few moments earlier.

"I still think we should tell the headmage." Is what Deuce says, but he's missing his usual determination Ace finds so cute and yet so annoying every time he suggests the three of you cut class. "When he was explaining the rules he clearly said that there was only supposed to be one ca-"

"Then he can just deal with looking stupid." Snaps Ace. "It's not like he ever does anything else. Look can't you hear what they're saying about Yuu?" It's a low blow, they both can hear the snickering of the usual suspects, but Deuce grinds his teeth particularly sharply to find so many new people joining in. "They think it's funny." Ace says, voice dropping low and deathly serious with what he tells himself is just the intention to rile Deuce up. They both look up at the gallery, Yuu looks.... happy. Content with their lot as if they never expected any other outcome. It's beautiful, that carefree smile that turns into a pure beam once they notice the two of them looking up at them, and there is something breathtaking about knowing only the two of them can bring it out.

That seals it. Lovely as it is, the sight is wrong. You should be down here between the two of them laughing at the loosers who thought they were good at hiding themselves among the masses. Surprisingly, it's Deuce who takes the lead, turning away from Yuu and placing a firm hand on Ace's shoulder to convince him to do the same.

"It's probably one of the guys from one of the other classes." Class 1A wasn't completely loyal to each other, this was NRC after all, but all of them like the three of you. And they all knew better than to do anything to you when Ace and Deuce had you sat snugly between them like you had been all night. "If I had to make a guess, it's probably one of the guys from Leona's class."

"What makes you think it's an upper classmen?" Whispers Ace, shaking himself together and yanking Deuce back to the center of the ballroom to get a better look at the crowd.

"They wouldn't be afraid of us. And any Savanaclaw students in Leona's class would have a bone to pick with Yuu after that whole incident with Azul." It's surprisingly solid reasoning from Deuce, real proof he could probably hack it as a Magic Marshal, and Ace makes sure to take note so he can tease him about it later. But he's not entirely sold on it being pure skill that's gotten Deuce this far.

Seriously Ace thought beastmen were supposed to be good at hunting.

"Hey there, buddy." Ace throws an elbow into the Savanaclaw extra's side (partially to throw him off by annoying him but mostly to keep Deuce from jumping him immediately). "Having fun tonight? I'd have thought a big guy like you would find this whole thing boring."

"What's a fresh punk like you know about that?" His snort would be low and intimidating if Deuce wasn't so angry. "It's always the weakest links that get picked off first, I don't have to worry about shit till later."

"Oh you mean like Epel?" The upperclassman stiffens at Deuce's question, line of sight snapping away from their oblivious friend and back to the now maniacly grinning freshman who has decided to forcefully elbow his other side. Ace gives a laugh that would make Floyd proud as Deuce continues. "Cause I know you wouldn't be planning on him being your next victim, unless you really are as dumb as you look."

"What the hell are you!"

"Oi headmage!" Yells Ace, making sure to flourish the detective card in a way he very smugly thinks only he could. "We got your guy, bag him and tag a better one in next time, yeah?"

A general groan comes up from the crowd with how quickly the game is over, with Crowley quickly agreeing to another round as you once again find yourself sandwiched between your bickering friends.

"Oh come on there's no way the headmage intended for you to be the detective." Ace huffs, head firmly rested on your lap so he can glare up at Deuce resting on your shoulder. "I'm the one always taking care of you two, clearly it was intended for me."

"I'm the one who caught the killer though." A kinder version of that manic grin is firmly fixed to Deuce's face as you sigh and check the time on your phone wondering if they'll get in trouble with Riddle if they stay up here with you longer.

"Boys Boys, you're both pretty." That shuts them up, but maybe not for the reason you think. "But won't you lose your heads if you stay here much longer?"

"Eh I'm sure Riddle will understand." Ace smiles and though Deuce sputters in hesitation he makes now move to leave. "Besides, if he does not, we'll just bunk with you tonight."

"You're worth the trouble." Says Deuce, with a bit more force than usual and you sigh.

"Honestly, I should be saying that to the two of you." And though it should be said with a bit more meaning, instead you say it with a laugh.

A laugh that's quickly returned.

[fiepige]

feel like there is a connection (wishful thinking) between “we don’t pick the ballroom we just dance” and “i’ll do it but not because you told me to” lol

Ooohh yeah I see it! Thank you so much for the suggestion anon! <3

Without further ado, have some more Noirpunk GIFs!

Noir and Hobie both being little shits (affectionate <3) when being told what to do!

BONUS:

I couldn't decide if I wanted to make 2 long GIFs where the dialogue is connected, or 4 shorter ones where it's split up, so I did both lol

(Once again thank you for the suggestion anon! This was such a good idea! We need as many noirpunk GIFs as we can get lol!)

If you, or anyone else, have more suggestions for noirpunk GIFs (or spiderverse GIFs in general) my inbox is always open! <3

[megalony]

👋 I have an idea for a part in watch your back universe. It's so good that I'm expecting many more parts. No pressure at all! I just loved the fic so much. 😍

Reader has a friend who is not so fond of bucky. Maybe she thinks the whole relationship has developed too fast or she's jealous. Bucky doesn't like that at all. Someone questioning the relationship. Bucky sees how relaxed and glad the reader is to have this friend. With her social anxiety, she doesn't have many friends. But he wants to get rid of this friend from readers' lives. So he decided to purposely mess with her diabetes the day the reader is scheduled to heng out with the friend. Bucky checks the app and sees when the reader starts to get really sick. Beiscally waiting at home for it to happen 😈 he drives straight to the friends house and starts to yell, saying how the friend on purpose served food/drink that messed with reader diabetes . Reader gets really sick and needs to go to the hospital.

Reader gets really scared, and that only fules on bucky plan. He manages to convince the reader that she no longer can hang out with this friend and has to completely cut her out. Cause she tried killing the reader, and the friend knew of her diabetes. Again, saying I'm the only one who can look after you and really take care of you. You dont need other friends when you have me. Reader fulled with anxiety at the hospital complied and does as evans wants.

Ooohh wow!

Thank you so much for sending this in! I loved it because it shows Buck getting even darker and slipping to lower levels to make sure reader depends on him and will trust only him.

If you have any other ideas for another part in this series or any other Dark! Buck ideas please send them in because I loved this idea and I am always in the mood for more dark! writing.

I hope you're happy with what I came up with!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Watch Your Back

Part 2

Part 3

[lostinvasileios]

Hello! I hope this message finds you well! I wanted to ask how should one go about becoming a devotee? I feel like my religious trauma is holding me back and that I'm just not cut out for any of this. I don't feel as if I have anything to offer the gods or goddesses I'd want to worship and it's just a lot. I don't even feel like I'm worthy while simultaneously lacking faith because of my past experiences with Christianity. I just don't know 😭. I'm also not in a safe environment to create alters or anything like that.

Ooohh my days. Umm, allow me to apologize very sincerely on getting to this as late as I am, sweetheart. I reallyyy... Got... Lost in the divine sauce... And you know - life as a whole kind of... Distracted me from Tumblr? But! That's for another post, let's dive right into your question.💞🌷🌷

Firstly!! There is no guidebook on being a devotee. A devotee, as a literal definition (the last time I checked at least) just means someone who worships (a god). In other words, the only thing you should do to be a devotee for a lord, is to be... Devoted to them. However devotion and being devoted looks and/or means to you.

Believe it or not, I relate to this a ton. I mean, for fuck's sake I quite literally had snot running down my face, full blasted-ly ugly crying in front of Apollon because of my religious trauma and how I felt so held back from the relationship I so desperately wanted with him. I even repented to him one time on accident but that's... Not important right now...

I see a lot of early devotees crashing their own parade before they even get marching by questioning "what they have to give" to their gods. I've got a simple answer for you and anyone else struggling with that: thyself. (Yourself)

That may sound a bit - overboard or scary. But it's quite simple. Gods don't expect offerings, as much as media might make it sound. Hell, in my experience? Lucifer, for example, doesn't even typically like it whenever I go tryhard for his offerings. He has literally straight up told me "No" and that I am spoiling him on multiple occasions.

Gods much rather have a genuine connection with you than to have the finest piece of freshly baked bread or the sweetest aged wine. They'd prefer you to blow them a kiss (which can be you just blowing a kiss to the air or whatever), you to smile when you think of them, listen to music that reminds you of them... To love them, and to eventually learn, and trust, that they love you just as much.

Idk what in particular makes you think you have no/little worth, but I assure you a god will not see you in the same light you see yourself. Unless you are literally having the strongest of all sticks up your ass and a fine-print contract type of situation with 100% "these are the rules and this is what I'll do for you in exchange for this" type of relationship with your deity or deities, I can promise you that all of your doubts (that you've allowed me to know here at least) are unfounded. This idea of you lacking worth, from my perspective, is just you lacking self esteem more than anything. Everyone is worth it, everyone in their own way or another, deserves the experience of being beloved by a god. Including you.

Faith is also not given, it is built. Faith cannot be demanded. That is false, that is inauthentic, and that is harmful. Which can also lead you to psychosis and ect ect...

Faith takes time. And you aren't expected to give gods your faith, heart, or trust right away. They won't command you to grovel at their feet and plead your life to them. It takes months, years, or however long to truly build faith for what it really is and not what you were taught by people turning to religion for something impure told you it was.

And altars are not a necessity either! I promise. Altars are nice and altars can be calming to have if you want them and can have them. But there are many different ways to have a worship space if you want it. Personally, I like to have my altars in my head. Imagining a beautiful cathedral dedicated to my beloved, decorated and architecture-d for them specifically... It makes things a lot easier, affordable, convenient (because you can give them an offering anywhere yk), I could go on. These also take time to build as well, since you need to get the hang of visualization and stuff. But, if you want a physical reminder of your deity, just get a plush, devote something you already have to them or set aside a bit of your drink for them.. The list continues. You quite literally can make anything into an altar or an offering. A little patch of grass outside? Hell yeah, put your hand on the ground and tell your god that you're thinking of them. Do whatever you want! They appreciate your genuineness more than any trinket or whatever.

Your love is what makes the thing special, not the thing itself, ykwim?

Anywayyy... I yapped a bit, my bad. I hope it helps you though, honey!!! Many blessings to you. May divinity give you their tender kisses of reassurance and pearls of peace. 🪽💙🐝

[pinkytoothlesso11]

I thought of an interesting idea that Strickler is a trollhunter Changeling, like with your aus, unlike with Jim Blinky isn't really fond of him at the beginning so Strickler mainly train alone

In that series, both Jim and Barbara are Wizards and we a Similar but also Different Daynmic between them

Jim and toby are friends and toby. Show the good side of humanity

Claire is also a Changeling but works under Nomura she share many traits Like in canon but more deadly and dangerous and kinda bad social issues to Crtain people but falls in Love Jim and befriend toby in time

The reset is up to you tho

Ooohh nice AU idea!

I think any universe where Strickler is the Trollhunter would have Blinky disliking it a lot once he finds out the new Trollhunter is a changeling. He takes a while to change his biases and address the fact he might even be a little racist... Aaarrrgghh takes on board more of the training. Blinky too reluctantly when he notices that Jim and Barbara, wizards in this AU, are firmly standing up for Walter even after they both find out what he is.

Claire also being a changeling complicates things further. Strickler wants her to join him, since he knows she's always rebelled against Bular. But Claire finds her loyalty split. Go with Strickler, the Trollhunter and a changeling, who could change everything and let her have the wizard boy she likes, or stand with Nomura, the changeling who basically raised her when her human parents neglected her? Obviously she eventually reforms, but it's her whose sucked into the Darklands.

[i-am-creacheur]

being in a fandom but not being an artist is physically painful. There is so much you become unable to do- mock up headcanon designs, show off your OC, tell stories in engaging and easy to access ways, join drawing trends, not be able to do any individual ideas for drawings or animations you have yourself. It feels awful, like my wings are clipped, like I am a fish in a birdcage watching all the pretty birds flying around, calling out for others to join in- oh, and how I long to.

"Ooohh but you can just start drawing and posting your drawings whenever and whatever your skill level! No one will make fun of you-" WRONG. I have had multiple bad in-fandom experiences related to posting my practice art and people tearing me apart. I have seen beginner artists and, to my horror, disected their art in my head, judging it against everything I have seen in the past. It's awful, I wish I could stop, but sadly this kind of thing is hardwired into many non-artists (and some artists as well) minds. Sure, ten people may like my art and three people may praise me, but that's unknowable amounts more who saw it, ignored it, stared at and laughed.

And if you don't have prior experience drawing, or references, or any good materials/drawing mediums? If you are unable to keep up with drawing trends? Unable to perform or render or download any art or animation software? Well, you may as well be dirt. It's honestly feels like there's a whole cultural or class divide between artists and writers, as I once said I was branching out of writing and doing art, and got so much more praise than normal. All of this feels so fucked on so many levels. There is a reason I never post my art on my blog, besides it mostly being fuckass doodles, but even the pieces I am proud if never see the light of day.

I am just sick of how you automatically become "better" if you are a talented artist, and how everyone shits on beginners.

(This is based of my own experiences and I am tagging this with my own fandoms. Feel free to add on your own thoughts and expand fandom tags in reblogs.)

[not-goldy]

Yes that thread was a good idea!!

That should stay is my vote.

It was interesting to read what different people from different age groups think. Plus it was refreshing to see that people were generally respectful and not hateful (unless you deleted alot of comments, i didnt come across).

But i would love to see what YOU think at the end of the thread....like after 24hours or so....

Ooohh good idea. I can do that thanks.

But mainly posting this so others who contributed would know how much their comments are helping others

Good job everyone.

And no. No deleted comment so far. As we get along i think it would be nice to have someone moderate too.

I'm really excited because I nearly deleted this blog to start all over again because of the sheer volume 😅

I'm open to as many suggestions as possible

Big hugs to everyone

[whumpasaurus101]

You requested asks so here I am hehe, and I FORGOT TO TELL YOU BUT YOUR YANDERE WRITING LATELY?! YES???

So may I please request something with poly!/multiple! yandere villains pining over a hero and deciding that they need to finally make them theirs? Something along those lines? You can adjust the idea to your tastes ofc sklkejdk

ANYWAY ILY BYYYYE

OMG REALLY??? THANK YOU SO MUCH- i am always scared that im not writing yandere right HUIDJHKDHKLDJK

I. LOVE THIS. IDEA. SO MUCH. YES YES YES. i..made it quite flirty my apologies <3 THANKIE SM ILY!!!!! CW: asphyxiation / three flirty dumbasses HUIDJHDH / pinned against the wall / mild choking / i think i got everything! ---

Hero fell to the floor with a wheeze, their hand flying to their ribcage as they whimpered. “Ooohh, that was a good sound,” Villain chuckled, twirling the lollipop stick between their thumb and pointer finger, “Do it again!” 

Hero couldn't catch their breath, jesus, these villains just wont stop will they?

They quickly hurried backwards, closing their eyes tight as their back hit the wall, shit. “My my my,” Villain 2 cooed, “What a beauty…” They were practically purring, making Hero’s stomach knot. 

Their face scrunched up, “Oh lay off it, just leave me alone!” They cried out, blinking quickly. Villain 3 slowly knelt down beside Hero, tilting their chin up by the blade of their knife, “Oh poor, poor little hero,” They slowly leant in and whispered softly into the other’s ear, “So…scared…”

Hero leant away, a whimper escaping their throat, “‘m no-not scared…” They kicked themselves mentally for how weak they sounded. Villain chuckled, bringing the lollipop from their mouth with a pop and pointed at the hero with it, “Oh I could look at this sight for hours on end, look how pathetic they look!”

Hero’s face burnt dark red as they growled out, quickly rushing to their feet but Villain 2 was fast, stepping up and trapping the Hero between them and the wall, “Ah ah ah, little hero, not so fast.”

“You know,” Villain hummed, “I've always had a little thing for you.” Hero’s nose practically twitched as they smelt the sweet strawberry scent from the other’s breath. Hero opened their mouth for a moment before closing it quickly, making Villain chuckle with a smirk, “Awwww, where have your words gone?”

“Oh they look adorable like this!” Villain 2 chuckled.

“Oh lay off!!!” Hero yelled, shoving the two of them away. They went to run but Villain 3 caught their arms, forcing them against their chest, “I think I might just need to keep you for myself.”

Villain 2 carded their hand through Hero’s hair, “Ohoho, not without sharing, you don't.” Hero’s face screwed up slightly before they sighed, “I just want to go home…”

Villain cupped Hero’s cheek with a smile, “Oh Hero, you will be home. With us.” Hero tried to yank out of the grips but there was no use, the hands only tightened around them. “What’s wrong, little doll, afraid?” 

Too many hands, too many voices, oh god, they couldn't breathe. Villain hummed before nodding once at Villain 2, “Give them some space, let them come to me for a moment. In an instant, every hand left Hero, letting them take in a shaky breath.

Villain smiled, holding out their hand which Hero hesitantly took. They led the Hero back over to the wall, “Take a deep breath for me, darlin’,” They smiled, putting the lollipop back in their mouth. Hero did, closing their eyes as they breathed in and out. They did it about three more times before slowly opening their eyes. 

“Better?” Villain asked, throwing the lollipop stick to the ground. Hero’s eyes didn't follow and they nodded.

“Good..good…” Before Hero could even process what was about to happen, Villain’s hand wrapped around Hero’s throat and they slammed the protagonist against the wall. Hero let out a wheezed gasp, their hand flying to Villain’s.

“You see, my little hero. You will only breathe when I allow you to breathe. You will speak when I allow you to speak. You are going to do everything I tell you to do. Am I understood?”

Hero’s eyes were wide, their mouth open as they desperately tried to get air. Villain was clearly not impressed with the no reply, their hand tightening around Hero’s neck.

“Ye-yes!” Hero rasped, tears spilling from their eyes. Villain waited a moment before letting go, watching as the hero dropped to the floor, clawing at their throat as they gasped and spluttered for air. The three Villains gathered around, each one smirking.

“Oh, what a beautiful sight,” Villain 2 breathed.

“I couldn't agree more.”

Villain nodded, arms crossed as they looked at their new plaything, “Well,” They smiled, “They’re ours now.”

[thewalrusespublicist]

John and Julian has been repeatedly discussed in terms of their estrangement and John’s neglect (and Yoko’s financial maneuvers against him) but how do you think their relationship might’ve played out had he not been killed? I’ve just read that looong post you reblogged on their history and it’s surprisingly one of the few detailed research of their dynamic. It seems as if their relationship was characterized by a mutual desire for closeness but due to traumas (John abandoning him for one, John’s own struggles, and the focus on Julian’s financial or lack of arrangement). Just wondering as to how you see a relationship playing out in this au where John lives. Very interesting that Julian was actually quite similar to John in terms of teen rebellion and manipulation of his father (no negative connotation he was an emotionally hurt child). I do think because J&Y measured relationships and were to an extent emotionally stunted in a childhood state of ‘ME’ that it makes sense why they were able to easily put their needs first even when at the cost of a child. Especially one that came before they met the other. Makes me wonder what kind of regression or growth might’ve taken place. Especially when considering Yoko’s own daughter is still lost to her. And though John’s sons are…eccentric to say the least, the criticism towards Julian harping on his late father’s transgressions is tiring but unfortunately a very real example of what generational trauma means. Especially to those who know the feeling of having a parent leave by choice.

Hi anon!

Ooohh I don't want to be a downer in the festive period but I agree with so much of what you've said and think there would always be a lot of challenges if John had lived when it came to his relationships with both his children.

I think his dynamic with Julian in particular would be ... a mess. In one corner, you have an angry young man defensive about his mother and rightfully upset with the father he loves but who in many ways abandoned him. He wants to start something in music and feels entitled to something from said man. He also for very valid reasons and for some invalid reasons hates his stepmother and by nature has no real issue lashing out and being vocal. Add to this is a close relationship with his stepdad.

In the other corner you have an absent father who is capable of feeling immense guilt but his reaction to it is to double down and lash out. He is someone who loves and connects through music and wants to share that with the son he loves. He's also working under the illusion that any gulfs are due to his ex-wife's influence. At the same time however, he can't stand the idea of not being needed and withdraws support and becomes cruel if he feels a loved one is becoming too independent or if he feels anyone is taking his place. To defend his natural sweetness and vulnerability, he will overreact to any suspicions that he is being used. As you said, he is also sadly unable to put his child above his feelings and emotional volatility, no matter how much he perhaps wants to. To top this all off he loves his wife but more importantly he's built his entire identity about his love story with his wife being the centre of the universe and has worked incredibly hard PR-wise to cultivate this image.

That’s a lot of very volatile ingredients in this powder keg with a lot of different scenarios where it can go hideously wrong. Here's unfortunately what I think is a pretty plausible series of events if John lived and had stayed with Yoko:

John continues his 1980 attempts to get closer to Julian and works on music with him

Julian gets closer to his dad and wants his dad's support to launch his own music

John immediately gets religiously on board out of guilt/desire to connect/enthusiasm and shoots his nepo baby to the stars

John for either valid or invalid reasons gets paranoid and/or jealous about Julian being the younger, potentially more on the pulse version of himself and fears he may not need him or is using him. If he and Yoko are still together I can't imagine Yoko would help dispel this. As he's gotten closer to Julian he's also more aware of Julian's relationship with his stepdad. He lashes out as he always does.

Julian withdraws and/or retaliates. It escalates to the press where it goes to shit. John tears into Julian and Cynthia. Julian goes for the Ballad of John and Yoko and John's more abusive behaviour.

Stalemate/cool-off/soft jabs in the press period where John 'will never speak to him again for disprespecting Yoko' or some other front but actually goes through a far more hot-and-cold dependant on mood pattern with Julian.

Either both stick to tortured silence where John ‘doesn't care’ with that usual success rate or reconnects with Julian because both deep down really want this relationship, honeymoon period and pattern begins again.

Would this change for the better if he and Yoko split? Certainly yes but not entirely. John's issues with his children are his own and he would have needed intense counselling to deal with it. It makes me really sad to say it and who knows what curveballs would have come about in this AU which could have changed everything but with Julian's resentment and hurt and John's defensiveness and volitility, I can't see their dynamic do anything but consistently blow up in their faces.

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I didn’t finish my au about Percy getting teleported into the hobbit but it posted it anyway 🫥…

Au:

Throughout the entire quest Percy has killed so many Orcs and monsters with ease making Gandalf curious…how does she have a sword?..how is she so good with a weapon if she’s just a teenage girl?…Gandalf becomes suspicious but doesn’t find out she’s a child of the gods until they are surrounded by Azog and his followers..As Thorin was about to be killed bilbo is about to save him but instead Percy saves Thorin first.finally showing some of her power when defends Thorin…since I suck at describing fight scenes I’ll let it to your imagination…when the eagles save all of them Percy used her healing powers to heal Thorin a injuries shocking them more now knowing they had a child of the gods on their side..so they promise to help her find a way home and azog..ooohh azog…he knows now too…and he doesn’t keep quiet about it now everyone in all of middle earth the Mirkwood elves,the elves in Rivendell,dwarves,kings and queens all now hear that the company of Thorin Oakenshield have a god on their side making everyone shocked….and when they finally take Erabor back from Smaug Thorin becomes greedy..he forbids her from leaving and tries to control Percy into doing his every will and give him more power but when she refuses he tries to kill her and gets his butt beat..and because of that Percy goes with bilbo to give the Arkenstone to Thranduil and bard..they were both worried about the company being too powerful with a child of the gods on their side and the fact they don’t even know what the child of the gods look like so when bilbo arrives with Percy they don’t recognize her..so when they find out she is the child of the gods they try to convince Percy to join them and help them take down Thorin..she wants to deny and she only wants to go home..but they disagree Thranduil..Because he finally had someone powerful enough to steal back his wife’s gems..(and maybe because Percy reminds him of his wife very much) and Bard because Percy can help and protect the people of lake town..(also because he sees her as his child)..Gandalf wants her because she can help stop the war and she can help protect the company..during the beginning of the five armies the company demand Percy comes back while the Thranduil and bard demands she comes on their side..then Thorins cousin arrives and some hen he sees Percy he demands Percy is on their side…they all want Percy on their side so they all fight over it..then when azog comes he wants Percy so he can have more power(obviously) and joins the fight…and I’m getting very tired so Im sorry if I was very lazy with the ending..when Thorin comes to his senses and the army of elves,men, and dwarves reluctantly join together Percy finally joins the fight and uses a lot of her power taking down a lot of orcs…and she saves fili and Kili in the process..after the war they still fight over her but surprise surprise the summoning had a limited amount of time so while they fight over her she is sent away pissing them off as they try to summon her back..it never works again until…she is summoned again by the fellowship in the LOTR….thats all I got tell me if this idea is crap or not cause I think it would be a good story…especially if you wrote it..feel free to ignore this I just had an idea…

THERE'S MORE 🥳

"Thorin becomes greedy..he forbids her from leaving and tries to control Percy into doing his every will and give him more power but when she refuses he tries to kill her and gets his butt beat"

i got mixed results on thorin's height (saying he's 5'2" or between 4'5"-4'8") but he's a shortie regardless so i'm just imagining percy easily kicking him over LMAO

and thranduil.... 🤤

that name just awakened something in me.... 🤤 🤤 🤤

im pretty sure i had a huge ass crush on him when i was a kid (i'm probably gonna start looking at thranduil fics cuz of you lol)