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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader[4.7K] a little oneshot looking into the relationship that follows from ISITTGG. just smut, my dudes 18+

Steve Harrington was throwing gummy bears at your bedroom window. 

It was barely dusk, the sun just setting, that pretty kind of twilight light settling over the town in a blue-pink glow. The grass below your window was still too long, flowers still in bloom despite the way summer was leaving and September had begun. It smelled like honeysuckle and lavender, the air outside was clean like chlorine, like freshly cut grass and the crisp like the beginning of fall. It wasn't as warm as it had been, but when you braced your hand on the sill and looked down to the space between your house and the Harrington’s, your boyfriend was standing there in just a short sleeved t-shirt. 

His jeans had a rip in the knee and his hair was wild, no doubt from driving around town with the car windows rolled right down, Eddie and Jonathan fighting over riding shotgun and the radio station. His cheeks were flushed, like he’d been going too fast, like he’d seen Chief Hopper’s flashing red and blue lights in his rearview mirror, laughed and gave him a chase.

Or maybe, just maybe, he’d been too eager to get back to you. 

He grinned at the sight of you, head tilted back, the crawling ivy that trailed over the bricks of his house brushing his hair. He had more freckles than ever from the summer passed, a dust of them over his nose, the leftover line from a scratch on his right brow from when Eddie dared him to land an ollie after a keg party.

Steve couldn’t skateboard.

“There she is,” the boy called out. He leaned against the wall, ivy and honeysuckle staining his white t-shirt. “Did you get prettier?”

You snorted, an unattractive noise that only made Steve grin wider. You leaned out the window a little further, pyjama shirt getting pulled by the wind. “You saw me four hours ago, Harrington.”

Steve squinted up at you, a half smile, a half shrug, tongue pushed to the inside of his cheek. He looked like trouble, some kind of James Dean daydream. “Point still stands, princess. You gonna let me in?”

You rolled your eyes like it was all too much effort, even though your heart was bursting against your ribcage and the thought of Steve sneaking in through the garden gate to see you, standing in wait at your front door so he could slip up the stairs behind you. He was leaning against the bricks when you met him round the front, cheeks hot when he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to one, ‘cause your parents were in the kitchen making pasta and drinking red wine, greeting the boy warmly and throwing half serious threats up the staircase about keeping your bedroom door open.

You ignored them, closing it behind Steve as he wandered into your room, throwing himself onto your bed like he always did. The window was still open, curtains catching in the breeze, the soft static of your record player singing something he didn’t recognise. You watched the boy stretch out across your sheets, sneakers toed off over the edge and hitting the floor with a thud as he grinned at you. Steve had been yours for a month now, best friends for a decade longer but the sight of him against your pillows still made your inside somersault. It was a giddy feeling, when he coaxed you closer, sitting up so you could stand between his legs, denim jeans scratching at the outside of your bare thighs and he hummed when you wound your arms around his shoulders, fingertips playing with the longer strands of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands found the backs of your legs, the soft skin just under the curve of your ass and he nosed at your sternum, grinning when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all night,” he murmured softly, lips grazing the cotton of your sleep shirt - his shirt. “Too soft, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile, the kind that made your feature scrunch up, cheeks warm and aching with that new kind of happiness that you hoped would never get old. “The softest,” you declared. “You were supposed to be having fun with the guys.”

Steve craned his neck back, face tilted up to you and the last of the sunlight that came through the corner of the window. It turned one eye lighter than the other, honey and whisky, his lashes casting shadows over one sunset coloured cheek. “I did, until Eddie tried to start a fight with Carver. Again.” His fingers pinched softly at the fat of your ass, making you squeak. “What’s a guy gotta do to get a kiss, huh?”

You pulled at his hair in retaliation, smirking when he only grunted in response. You ducked down a little to meet him, nose bumping his, loving the way his eyes found your lips, focused on your mouth. “He can ask nicely, for a start.”

You shrieked when you were hauled against the boy, laughter caught in your throat as Steve threw himself and you back onto the mattress, both of you landing clumsily amongst the pillows, on top of each other. He had you pinned before you could get your bearings, legs on either side of your hips as he grinned down at you victorious. He leaned in, crowding you, the smell of his cologne, smoke that you hoped was Eddie’s and not his, all around you. He was part of you now. Steve clung to your bed, he stayed in your sheets, left a part of himself behind on your pillows.

“Please, princess,” he whispered against your lips.

It was easy to give in, easier than trying to pretend you wouldn’t have kissed him without politeness. It was a sticky, soft thing. The sweetest kind of kiss, the kind that came from being so happy that you were finally able to put your lips to his. He tasted like vanilla, like cherry coke and Steve. It was the easiest thing in the world to let him tug you into him , his smile pressed against your own mouth, as he hummed, falling onto the mattress again and pulling you onto his lap. 

You petted at his hair, pushing the mess of it away from his forehead so you could sit some kisses there too, grinning when he squeezed at your waist, the soft of your hips. “You hungry?” You asked quietly, enjoying the warmth of him underneath you, like he’d brought the sun home with him. “Have you had food?”

Steve shook his head, hair brushing your cheek as he tried to tuck his face into the crook of your neck, nosing at the collar of your shirt so he could kiss at your throat. “Had some cereal, at like, ten,” he mumbled. 

“Steven,” you admonished, “s’almost nine at night.”

“Mmm, call me that again, s’hot,” Steve teased. 

You shoved at the boy’s shoulder, rolling your eyes and hiding your smile even though Steve was grinning. You eased off him, lying next to him on the bed instead. Your gaze met his, so close you could count those new freckles. “I could make you somethin’. Grilled cheese? You gotta eat, babe.”

It was lighthearted the way Steve pulled one of your legs over his hip, palm climbing up your bare thigh, so big his fingers were curling round to the inside, close to grazing your cunt. He kissed a line over your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck until you squirmed. His voice was salacious, only half joking when he said:

“Oh my god,” he groaned dramatically. “That sounds better than head right now.”

It wasn’t out of the blue, that kind of talk, not really. Your sex life with Steve was still new, experimental in the best way. It had been almost five weeks of learning about each other in a way that you’d never gotten to before, working out how the other liked to be kissed, touched, teased. There’d been hurried make outs in the back of his car, on your living room sofa before your parents came home, quick touches and messy grinding on his bed before you had to return to your own. 

And when the time allowed it, when Steve got you to himself for hours on end, he kissed you until your jaw ached, until his lips were as pink as yours, working you up with his fingers until he could slide his cock inside of you and press you into the mattress. It was all new, shiny and glittery, warm bodies in the beds you used to make pillow forts out of, his cologne on your sheets, your perfume on his sweaters you stole. You shared bottles of sunscreen, swam in the backyard pools when the day turned to night and it felt like you were floating between stars, leftover barbeque smoke in the air as your legs touched Steve’s under the water.

It was a summer of sex and chlorine on skin, taking late night drives to the seven eleven in the next town over, icee’s for dinner, throwing gummy worms into the boy’s open mouth until he pulled you into his back seat and you could taste the sugar on his tongue. Steve was yours now, and god, your boy was summer incarnate.

But he hadn’t done that. Not yet.

You squirmed, feeling that too hot flush creeping up over your chest and neck. You rolled to the side, lying on your back so you could squint at the ceiling and try to work out how to make a joke out of it. You laughed, a little weakly, half shrugging and refusing to meet his gaze when the boy leaned up on his elbow to look down at you.

“I, uh, I wouldn’t know.”

Steve stared at you, one corner of his lips quirking up like he thought you were telling him a joke. When you didn’t laugh, he wrinkled his brow. “What?”

You didn’t feel embarrassed per say, in fact, you were reminded of a time - years and years ago - when you and the boy were trapped in a cupboard, standing too close to each other in the dark as you whispered about the people you’d kissed, the things you’d been to shy to do.

“What?” you shrugged, unaffected by Steve's bewildered stare. “So no one’s gone down on me, it’s not a big deal.” You tried hard not to sound defensive but Steve must’ve picked up on it anyway. 

“No, no,” Steve reassured, leaning in closer to dot a kiss to your cheek, another on your forehead for extra reassurance. “It’s not a big deal at all, babe. I just, I just thought - I assumed - you know. An ex would’ve offered, or something.”

You took the hem of the boy’s shirt in between your fingers for something to do, your gaze lowered when you shrugged again. “I mean, I don’t think a girl’s pleasure was at the forefront of most seventeen year old boys minds - or eighteen - and then, I don’t know, Chris--”

Steve made a face at the mention of the other boy.

“--he tried once, kind of, I think and, I guess it was okay? He didn’t really do it for long? But maybe I just took--”

“Did you come?”

You snorted, unable to help it and Steve grinned. Any chance to one up Chris Maxwell, no matter how long it had been since he’d had to watch you go on dates with him, Steve would take happily. “No, I didn’t get the chance to enjoy myself. It felt weird, and honestly, he was too busy trying to get a condom out at the same time.”

“What an asshole,” Steve groaned and he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, your jaw. 

“You’ve always thought he was an asshole, Steven.”

“Point still stands,” Steve scoffed and he pulled back, staring down at you with a sudden intensity. He worked his way between your thighs. “You trust me, right?”

You nodded. Of course you trusted Steve. You’d know him longer than you hadn’t. He’d already seen you naked, shit, he’d been inside of you. But there was something so incredibly new about the way he was lying between your legs, your knees by his shoulders as he pressed what was supposed to be a calming kiss to the inside of one. Instead, your heart jumped. It rattled inside of your ribcage, threatening to break the bones there. 

“Can I try?”

You were speechless, blinking at the boy as you tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his mouth on a new part of you. His tongue, his lips, kissing over your cunt. You were suddenly burning. 

“You don’t have to say yes, if you don’t want to, babe,” Steve murmured, sensing your hesitation. “If you don’t like it, we can stop.” Another kiss, this time a little higher in the inside of your thigh. “But I promise I’ll try to make you feel real good.”

“I know,” you whispered, hands fisting your sheets in anticipation. “I just— you wanna do this, right? Like this isn’t just ‘cause no one’s ever done it to me properly before?” You hated how unsure you sounded and you felt yourself go hot when Steve raised his brows at you. 

“You’re kidding, aren’t you?” Steve laughed, not meanly, not at you. He moved closer, kissing a line up the inside of your leg until his shoulders were pressed underneath your thighs and god— his face was so close to the soft cotton of your pyjama shorts. “Babe. Baby, you’ve no idea how much I wanna do this. Just, relax for me, yeah?”

You looked down at Steve as he shuffled between your spread legs, curling his arms around the tops of your thighs so he could pull them apart a little further, making more room for himself. He looked up, his hair falling over his forehead, into his brown eyes. “Ready?”

You nodded, whispering a small, shy, excited ‘yeah,’ before Steve grinned up at you. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress. Eyes on the ceiling, body electric.  

You expected your sleep shorts to be rolled down your hips, over your legs and thrown to the floor. But instead, Steve leaned in to kiss over them, the thin cotton not doing much to dull the feel of his mouth over your cunt. You jumped, gasping, head lifting back up and off of the bed to see Steve smile, his pink, full lips pushed into a pout as he kissed over your covered folds. He hummed, nose pushed to you in a way that made the fabric cling to you, damp seeping through already. 

“Good?” Steve asked quietly, hiding his smile at your soft noises of agreement. “You like that?”

It was maddening, the soft lilt of his voice, teasing, gentle, earnest all at once. You wanted to cry out when he let his tongue drag over you, sleep shorts getting more and more wet as they stuck to the lines of you, your cunt almost visible through the damp fabric. Steve pushed his thumbs into the crease of your thighs, soothed you back down a little as he kissed your knee. “Your parents are downstairs, babe, you gotta keep quiet, yeah?”

His words made you spin, too dizzy to comprehend that you did actually need to shut the fuck up. But it hadn’t felt like this when Chris had made an attempt, a thirty second appearance between your thighs in the back of his car before he got too impatient and demanded you ride him. So you whined a little desperately and gasped at Steve’s touch, wondering when your boyfriend was going to put you out of your misery and take your shorts off. 

But Steve ducked back down to kiss over you again, proper, open mouthed kissed against the folds of your pussy, his tongue sneaking out every now and then to bump against your covered clit and you were wriggling in his hands, head thrown back, vision hazy because you forgot to blink, lips parted in a quiet moan. You felt fingers at the band of your shorts then, warm and sure and you lifted your bum up in anticipation. But instead of being pulled down your legs, Steve tugged up. 

Cheeks hot with a strange type of embarrassment, you gasped out, realising that the thin cotton of your tiny shorts were now tucked between your folds, a firm pressure on your clit that had you reeling. You couldn’t fathom what you must’ve looked like, but when you gazed back down at Steve, glassy eyed and panting, Steve was staring at your pussy like a man starved. 

His own eyes were heavy lidded, dark and heated, his lips parting at the sight of you. Steve pulled up again, just slightly, groaning low when the fabric slipped further between your folds. He can see the outline of everything, the soaked patch that’s clinging to your entrance, the bump of your clit under pink cotton. He reaches out to trace it with a fingertip, swearing when you jerk forward, wanting more. He pulls you into him, hands grabbing at your thighs so he can push his face back between them and he licks a flat, slow stripe over your cunt. 

You can’t help but arch up, biting down on the meat of one of your hands while the other finds Steve’s hair, fingers twining through the strands and pulling, hard. The boy moans at that, something you already knew he liked too much but it sends his own hips rocking into the bed, chasing any friction he can get, letting you know he’s enjoying this as much as you are. And once your underwear is soaked through, you’re fuzzy, feeling drunk and ready to beg for him to take them off but Steve is one step ahead of you, tapping your ass so you’ll plant your feet on the mattress and lift your hips for him. 

You do it immediately, muffling a whine as he has to peel your wet underwear from between your folds, dragging them down your legs before settling back between them, kissing over the soft of your stomach as he pushes the hem of your too big shirt up your ribs. “Let me see you, princess, lemme see those pretty tits.”

The breeze from the evening came through the still open window but you were more than sure the goosebumps on your skin came from Steve’s words, his rough, wrecked sounding voice. You obeyed, pulling the fabric of your shirt up until it rested under your chin. “Steve, please, I really need—”

Another kiss, just below your belly button, another, climbing up your ribcage and the boy hushed you. “S’alright, I know, I know.” He swiped two fingers through you, feeling how warm and slick you were for him. “Shit, baby, wanna really feel me, yeah?”

You nodded, a furious movement that made Steve grin. You settled back on your elbows this time, legs open for the boy, eager to watch. “Please, yeah. Fuck, it’s— Steve, please.”

Steve didn’t hesitate, pressing himself down onto the mattress as he spread you with two thumbs, groaning at the way you glistened in the last of the lowlight, your bedroom turning seven shades of blue as evening rolled in. He could hear sprinklers turn on outside, the faint hum of your parents television from downstairs, the way your breathing picked up when he blew over your clit, pink and swollen for him and his touch. 

“So pretty, baby,” he praised, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Don’t tell you that enough, huh?”

You scrunched your face at the praise, cheeks burning, your bare chest rising and falling faster and faster and faster. “You tell me that all the time.”

Steve laughed softly, ducking his head down to kiss you, a chaste peck in the dirtiest of ways, lips sliding over your cunt, still spread for him. You gasped, head falling back for a second, clenching down on nothing and you knew Steve would see, you knew Steve was watching. You heard him exhale roughly. 

“Talkin’ about her, princess.” Steve hummed, licked over his lips to chase your taste and dipped down again to drag his tongue oh so fucking slowly from your entrance to your clit. “Yeah? Talkin’ about how pretty this pussy is.”

The compliment made you pull Steve’s hair harder, hips wiggling as you groaned, eyes falling shut when the boy huffed out a soft laugh and pulled you closer, nose bumping against your clit as he pressed his tongue into you, slick, wet noises filling the room and making your breath hitch. Up and down, up and down, up and down, Steve licked you like a popsicle, humming when your hips twitched, pushing his lips around your clit and sucking gently, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before he went back to kissing all you all over. 

It was messy, wet, Steve’s lips and chin shining with you, his eyes fluttering shut every time he dragged his tongue through your folds, his hips rocking down into the mattress as he tried to ease the pressure in his jeans. He was harder than he’d ever been. 

“Steve,” you whispered, your voice broken and cracking at the pleasure. “Steve, please, I’m so close.”  

The boy murmured softly against your skin, a thing you were sure was supposed to soothe you but you just arched against his mouth instead. He pulled back, just slightly, smiling when you cried out, hushing you with wide eyes. “Princess, hey, hey, baby,” he kissed the crease of your thigh, licked the wet there that made your skin shine, growling at the taste. “You gotta stay quiet, yeah? Keep quiet baby and I’ll make you come, I promise.”

You nodded, doe eyed as you stared down your body at him, barely keeping yourself up on your elbows, legs quivering as Steve pushed them further apart. “Lie back for me, yeah? That’s it, good girl. M’gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, princess, tell me what you need.”

Steve sounded reverent, kissing over your stomach and the small thatch of curls before licking into your folds again, pressing his lips to your clit. “Fingers,” you gasped out, clenching your comforter in each hand. Your knuckles were white. “Please, fingers please.”

Steve didn’t even respond with words, he just sucked his middle and pointer into his mouth and pushed them into you, groaning at how easy they slid in. The feeling of being so suddenly full made your head fall back, huffs of air escaping from your lips and making the ceiling fuzzy, it was glittering. The stars didn’t seem to stay outside anymore. 

“Pull your legs up, baby, c’mon, open up for me,” Steve rasped, pushing your legs up with his shoulders until you got the hint and pressed your knees to your chest, letting them fall open even further until you were sure you were going to die from the way you were so exposed for him. 

But Steve whined, a needy desperate noise and you felt the mattress dip and lift as he jumped himself into the bed, chasing his own release as he gave you yours. “Oh, good girl, baby, that’s so good. That’s it, yeah? Can get my fingers nice ‘n’ deep, huh?” He proved his point by rubbing the tips of his digits in small circles, pressing into the spot you could never reach. 

It made your legs shake, toes curling and you were able to gasp out, “mouth, use your mouth, please,” just as you felt yourself getting pulled into the mattress, a hook in your tummy that was getting warmer and heavier, a buzzing in your ears like white static and Steve’s tongue was almost lazy as it dragged over you clit, soft and slow and languid. You felt every bit of it, cunt fluttering around the base of his fingers, sucking him in until Steve swore into you, lips parting around your pussy in a messy, wet kiss and he sucked hard when your back arched, legs falling, feet hitting the mattress, ass lifting up and into his face. You pushed yourself against his mouth, uninhibited, eyes squeezed shut and your hands fumbling for a pillow, an old stuffed teddy, anything to bite into to stifle your cries. 

“Shit, princess, so fuckin’ hot, Christ, that’s it,” Steve groaned, pupils blow wide as he stared up at you. “Touch those tits for me, baby, play w’them, yeah.”

The boy’s hands grabbed at your thighs as you obeyed, fingertips biting into the soft skin, pulling you into him, groaning almost too loud when you moved against his tongue, hips rolling as you came. You felt it everywhere, a slow roll into an orgasm that shattered, sending you reeling, unwound, undone. There was glitter behind your eyelids, stars, a new planet. 

You bit down into the corner of your cushion, soft, muffled noises caught between your teeth and you felt something wet slip from one eye, a tear that rolled over your cheek and onto the baby blue pillow case. You twitched, whining as you tried to pull away, overstimulated, easing yourself back onto the bed and trying to catch your breath. 

Steve ran his wide hands over your thighs, up and down, up and down, one pressing to the soft of your tummy as he soothed you. “Shh, princess, I know.” He kissed over your clit, cooing when you jerked underneath him. “Sorry, sorry, s’okay, just lemme—” he cut himself off to lick over you, soft, slow drags of his tongue that avoided that overly sensitive bump at the top of your cunt. 

You sighed prettily, soft moans as your eyes closed again, sucking in deep breaths as Steve cleaned you up, licking away everything you gave him, kissing sweetly over your folds before easing your legs from his shoulders. You lay spent, eyes closed and cheeks warm as the boy crawled his way back over you, dotting kisses over your ribs, the curve of your breast, grinning as you whined when he grazed his teeth over a nipple. You clung to Steve as he burrowed into you, nosing at your neck and humming, letting you grab at his hair and drag his mouth to yours. 

This kiss was as  languid and hot as it was when he kissed you elsewhere, his tongue licking over yours, the taste of yourself making you whine. You could feel Steve smiling, lips still pressed to yours, his nose against your cheek. He leaned back, just slightly, one hand pushing your hair from your damp forehead, grinning wide at the sight of your glassy eyes. 

“You okay?” He asked softly, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice. 

You mumbled something Steve couldn't make out and clung a little tighter, pulling the boy down until he was pressed against your chest and you could hide your face in his neck.  

“That good?” Steve tried to tease but he couldn’t help but sound sincere, you were still trembling, doing your best to burrow into him. 

“Insane,” you said into the cotton of his shirt, lips pressed to his shoulder. “Stupid good, yeah. Fuck.” You were whimpering a little, voice soft and half asleep sounding and it made Steve beam. You wriggled against him, the breeze from the window seeming cooler now that Steve wasn’t working you up and your thigh brushed against a damp patch against his crotch. “Did you come?”

There was no judgement behind your answer, just quiet awe. You smiled when Steve scoffed, nodding as he leaned in to peck at your lips again. “Uh, ‘course I did. How could I not? You were grinding all over me like some kinda wet dream, princess shit—”

“Steve,” you whined, a little embarrassed as the high wore off, cheeks too hot when Steve laughed. You crawled over him, thighs straddling his lap. Your shirt - Steve’s shirt - fell back down, pooling your waist and covering you back up. Steve pouted, hands diving underneath anyway, fingers spanning over your thighs. You raised a brow. “You still hungry?”

Steve smirked, squeezing at your legs, revelling in the warmth he could still feel from between them. “Oh, she’s got jokes now, huh?”

[hotheadedhero]

Reacting to pregnant S/O

And how they tell everyone

2003 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

At first, he stares at you in silent disbelief before holding you close with all the joy in the world. He couldn't be happier. He's going to follow in his father's footsteps and teach them everything he knows. In fact, Splinter is the first person he tells, followed quickly by his brothers.

When the celebrations settle down, it suddenly dawns on him just how much he needs to prepare himself for this great responsibility. He already bears a heavy toll being the leader of his brothers and your protector but this? This will be a true test of accountability and he hopes that he will be strong enough to make sure nothing bad happens.

Yes. He's going to make sure he does everything in his power to ensure you two remain safe.

Raphael

Don't tell his brothers but he cries a little. How could he not? He already counts his blessings every day knowing you're his, so this is like the cherry on an already amazing cake. The entire family is gathered in the lounge, wanting them all to hear this news at the same time.

He starts to worry that his touch isn't gentle enough and that he could hurt the baby when they're born. It takes a lot of assurance on your end but his concern is incredibly sweet. You're in safe hands that are softer than he gives himself credit for and you know the baby is, too.

The nickname 'Mama' has now been officially upgraded to 'Baby Mama' and you are not complaining one bit.

Donatello

Astounded. Fascinated. In complete and utter awe over the fact that a tiny person is now growing inside of you. You can bet he drops every other project to look into this immediately. He always goes one-hundred and ten percent into his research, so you know you're in capable hands.

Everyone else finds out a few hours later when they stumble across him in his lab with notes strung up along the walls on how to best take care of the baby before and after labour. You do wish he'd calm down a bit but you put it down to his nerves and excitement.

This baby might just be his best invention yet and with the help of his most loving partner, no less.

Michelangelo

You aren't sure you've ever seen him exhibit such glee before. He is absolutely over the moon! There isn't a chance to figure out how you two break the news to the family because his reaction does that for you. He. Tells. Everyone! He will skate through the sewers and scream past every manhole cover and pipe that he's going to be a dad.

When he finally returns, he swoops you up and babbles about all of the fun things he's going to do with the baby. Read them comic books before bed, teach them how to skateboard, play pranks on Uncle Raph! You'll have to apologise to the red-clad turtle later.

Haha! He has his own little accomplice for his shenanigans, now.

As for Splinter in all of this, the prospect of becoming a grandfather is monumental. This family was already an unexpected surprise for him all those years ago but he couldn't feel more lucky knowing that it's about to expand. He's ready to bestow his wisdom onto more young minds.

[undertale-npcs]

Undertale NPCs tournament Round 2 summary

Round 2 finished up a while ago! Let's catch up on what happened...

The new characters, understandably, were generally more popular than the round 1 NPCs. There are also maybe 1 or 2 outliers who need to be wrangled in, lest they dominate forever. The man says two words the whole game... Let's check out some points of interest:

The most popular character of Round 2 was:

Onionsan!

Onionsan (60.9%) won against Inn Kid (39.1%) with 1556 votes. I have to assume it's because they are an unavoidable encounter. Everyone has interacted with them so many people know them. Maybe. I genuinely don't get it. This was also the { Most Popular Match }, with 2555 total votes!

The least popular character of Round 2 was:

Clam Guy!

Clam Guy (4.2%) lost to River Person (95.8%) with only 51 votes! I think he had the opposite problem as Onionsan, you have to backtrack to a room you have no reason to backtrack through to see him. Also he only talks about water. Not very interesting! This was also the { Most Agreed Upon Match } ! Probably because he was paired with River Person.

The least popular match of Round 1 was:

Fourth Froggit (66.5%) vs Scarf Lady (33.5%)

This match ended up having 653 votes, and was match 26/32. The amount of votes this had is way larger than the first round! I'm glad :) Both of these characters are kinda nothing but I was surprised there wasn't a bigger following for the wall Froggits.

Thank you for your participation!

I should have a summary of Losers Round 1 up soon. Tomorrow perhaps? And Losers Round 2 will be starting later after that!

And, for the nerds, under the cut are the stats for each poll of round 2:

Match 1 | 1005 votes Red Thundersnail 15.9% vs Nice Cream Guy 84.1%

Match 2 | 923 votes Library Loox 24.6% vs Wrap Mouse 75.4%

Match 3 | 1003 votes Business Snail 38.3% vs Politics Bear 61.7%

Match 4 | 1094 votes Cinnamon 34.2% vs Goner Kid 65.8&

Match 5 | 1337 votes Distant Guy 28.8% vs Dress Lion 71.2%

Match 6 | 1158 votes Inn Rabbit 56.1% vs Nacarat Jester 43.9%

Match 7 | 1008 votes Snowdrake's Dad 33.7% vs Ragel 66.3%

Match 8 | 959 votes Wall Eyes 59.9% vs Oni 40.1%

Match 9 | 2151 votes Ruins Mouse 44.9% vs Heat Flamesman 55.1%

Match 10 | 1097 votes Library Lizard 46.6% vs Donut Guy 53.4%

Match 11 | 952 votes Fox Head 27.3% vs Loren 72.7%

Match 12 | 946 votes Hotland Mouse 43% vs Rabbit Girl 57%

Match 13 | 1063 votes Echo Flower Explainer 16.1% vs Grillby 83.9%

Match 14 | 954 votes Gift Bear 70.3% vs Hotdog Harpy 29.7%

Match 15 | 1174 votes Box Lover 25.7% vs Ice Wolf 74.3%

Match 16 | 934 votes Resort Janitor 79.1% vs Wisp-like Business Dude 20.9%

Match 17 | 1316 votes Ferry 18.8% vs Bird That Carries You Over A Disproportionately Small Gap 81.2%

Match 18 | 771 votes Homeless Snail 34.9% vs Wrong Number Song Guy 65.1%

Match 19 | 903 votes Skateboard Girl 51.9% vs Drunk Bun 48.1%

Match 20 | 821 votes Big Mouth 28.6% vs Fuku Fuku Fire 71.4%

Match 21 | 2555 votes Inn Kid 39.1% vs Onionsan 60.9%

Match 22 | 930 votes Father Slime 68.1% vs Kid Slime (unhatted) 31.9%

Match 23 | 951 votes Waterfall Mouse 23.8% vs Snowman 76.2%

Match 24 | 1015 votes Watching Man 88.8% vs Hand Receptionist 11.2%

Match 25 | 1509 votes Thundersnail 54.7% vs Clam Girl 45.3%

Match 26 | 653 votes Fourth Froggit 66.5% vs Scarf Lady 33.5%

Match 27 | 887 votes Snowdin Mouse 60.9% vs Ficus Licker 39.1%

Match 28 | 658 votes Hotland Bakesale Spiders 66.3% vs Rabbit Kid 33.7%

Match 29 | 1220 votes Clam Guy 4.2% vs River Person 95.8%

Match 30 | 863 votes Ruins Bakesale Spiders 62.6% vs Snoring Guys 37.4%

Match 31 | 978 votes Red Bird 52.1% vs Business Manticore 47.9%

Match 32 | 1065 votes FOLLOWER 3 40% vs Rock 60%

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Facts About The Kids

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: Just some random facts about the turtle kiddos in no particular order💙❤️💜🧡

Warnings: None💚🐢

Both Luis and Gerardo have four fingers on each hand. That’s what happens when you cross a mutant turtle with a human. Each of the boys finds it immensely funny, mainly because they can effectively flip off their family members.

Other than following their brother around, Dorothy and Marie have a tendency to follow Sunny around, doing the things that she does, because she’s older and in their eyes, super cool. They tried doing the same with Joan and Mini, but they did not take very kindly to it.

Romeo, Joan and Galileo had made a “Big Siblings Club” where they went about their annoying little siblings. Sunny did not want to take part in this activity, as she had nothing bad to say about Luis.

Other than his father, Ragnar mirrors himself a lot in his uncle Mikey. It was Mikey that taught him how to skateboard, and helped him get over his little fear about falling and getting hurt.

Every year for Raph’s birthday, Mini knits him something, getting more and more elaborate each year. The latest being a teddy bear with a red bandana she had named “daddy teddy bear”. Raph still has the first thing she ever knitted him - a “blanket” that doesn’t even fit his whole hand.

Once Gali was old enough, at the age of 15, he and Donnie started setting up Gali’s own little lab in his bedroom. That was the day Gali put up a sign saying “no sisters allowed”.

While the other turtles have rules about not going out, until they’re old enough, Mikey was the cool dad that brought his kids to the surface with him. With one holding on to his shell and the other in his arms, he would jump around and show them New York City.

Splinter has baby pictures of all his grandchildren hanging in his bedroom.

Just like he did with his own son’s, whenever his grandchildren turn 15, he will provide them with a weapon they had favored.

Though it’s mainly their father’s that train them, each brother taking turns being the one training them for the day, Splinter often trains with his grandchildren. He is still Sensei and head of the family, and he likes to follow along in their development.

The mothers and partner of the turtles have girls night out at least once a month, while the turtles stay home and look after the children.

Even though Dorothy and Marie have their own rooms, it isn’t uncommon to find them sleeping in the same room.

Marcello and Mini are lactose intolerant.

Gali has a nut allergy.

Because the kids are half mutant turtles and half human, they grow and work differently. They were born the size of a human baby, and they grow at the same speed as a human. They’re even warm blooded.

They can chirp and churr, along with any other turtle sounds there are.

They have very very very small tails.

Their shells are smaller than their fathers’.

Luis has a teddy bear collection, made up of teddy bears his human grandparents have gotten him over the years. They are all proudly displayed on top of his bunk bed.

Gali has the biggest comic book collection out of all his cousins. He can almost put his uncle Mikey to shame.

When Marie was 4, she had a small crush on Casey and April’s kid.

Sunny’s room is bright yellow because… well… she’s Sunny.

Marcello loved to draw, and has proven to be a pretty good artist. During his brooding days, he tended to draw and paint, sometimes on the walls, causing his bedroom to look rather interesting.

Both Sunny and Luis have a small climbing wall in their rooms.

Ever since the twins were very small, Dorothy and Marie have wanted a puppy. And oh, how close their parents were to giving in.

Joan hates, hates, HATES the feeling of stickers. She hates the sound and she hates the feeling of the sticky side. She just can't stand it.

Val started hating the nickname "Princess" in her teen years, but even she could not deny the princess statues she had in her family. Did not help that she was the one that came up with the name as a toddler.

Marcello once made Gerardo, Luis and Ragnar believe that Romeo's real name was Leonardo Jr.

And somehow, in some strange way, Gali managed to make both Dorothy and Marie believe they were adopted. That worked for a full 5 min, before both girls started crying, and their parents had to tell them it wasn't true.

Sunny will sometimes take Mikey's gold chains, and walk with them as if they were hers.

[transzilla]

Need a sub who is going to let me forcemasc him and kick his fucking ass like 80s rough trade style. Like some real neanderthal low IQ bdsm. Like I want to put him in the hospital. LMAO

You like a dom when it's one of your skinny fucking chainsmoking cis boys, like you honestly think you're hard because you let some skateboarder who can't lift a spare tire smack you around a little bit.

Your problem is that you're scared because you don't know what pain is. So believe me when I say I'm going to teach you what pain is.

I am literally on steroids and I do this shit for my own enjoyment.

Have you ever been hit in your liver? Like right on your ribs, a real body shot? It's like somebody lights you on fucking fire from the inside out and your whole body burns worse and worse by the millisecond. And you can taste it. Like I'm making you suck on some pennies. Lmao.

When your nose bleeds it will taste bad but you should be fine provided it doesn't obstruct your breathing. When your nose gets broken, that sinus fracture won't hurt right away from the adrenaline but as soon as it wears off it hurts like fucking hell and you can't touch it without it crunching or cracking around under your skin. You will feel nauseous and then fucking sick at the way your face breaks in ways you didn't know was possible, pieces of your inner cheekbone breaking and getting loose in your eye socket, the devil's own human anatomy lesson. When you get knocked out by getting punched in the face you think you're fine for the first half second but when the momentum catches up and your brain hits the other side of your skull in your head it's good night from there. And after you come to your face will be valentine's red and pink and swollen and nigh unrecognizable and from there is just going to turn so many pretty colors you'll look like a goddamn renaissance painting.

I'm going to make you scared that you're gonna die. And then you're gonna be scared that you might not.

You can complain, you can scream, you can beg, try to run, try to fight back, hold your hands up, there's honestly no point because you know you're going to take it and you know you like it because I say you will so you will. You're a faggot. There is something wrong with you. If you didn't come to me to try to fuck you would have just spent your time trying to run away from the first chucklefuck who knew how to fight and had a problem with you. You made it clear that this is how you accept love, so I will make you wear it on your face.

I am not going to afford you the ability to hide behind a mild, vanilla, effeminate or weak front. I am going to hurt you so badly your friends and your family and your significant other can't even bear to look at you without feeling your pain as badly as you felt it. They can't hold your perfect pretty girly face in their mind anymore, even after you eventually heal your nose has been bent into a new shape and the symmetry your teeth grew into has been rearranged into a haunted graveyard of broken and missing teeth like tombstones. And you can't exploit their safe conditional acceptance anymore. And you have to find a way to live as an ugly fucked up man when you can't get by looking pretty and doing nothing.

And idk maybe after I'll let you suck my dick a little bit.

[fruitbearsuit]

Heyhey! Pfeeeeeeeeew okay... I am finally uploading the poses I made for my Halloween post this year. I am so so busy and getting everything sorted out took me quite a while but here we are: my biggest posepack I have ever made. I am unbelievably proud of it and I hope you like it too :)

Download it (ad)free on Patreon here!

A few little notes

The poses are not in order of the movie, I just made them in whatever order I wanted to. I did add pictures for every single pose so you can easily find them if you are looking for a specific one!

Like mentioned before these are poses for a Halloween post I did. I would love for you to go and check it out on @fruitbearsuit . Also, if you ever use the poses I would LOVE it if you tag me.

You will need quite a few accessories. Here is the list: The guitar, the red cup, the skateboard, the bus and the swings that come with Sims 4 Seasons.

To use this posepack you will need Andrew's poseplayer & teleporter.

TOU:

Please don't reupload my content or claim it as your own.

You are free to edit my content for personal use, but please don't upload it.

Please don't upload my content to S!msdom or S!msfinds.

I hope you enjoy it. Much love, Bear.

@ts4-poses <3

[kieran-granola]

Material Boy

(This one is available on AO3)

When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.

He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.

And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.

Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.

…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.

How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!

Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.

He has to.

Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.

He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.

___________________________

Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!

…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?

Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.

Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.

Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.

"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"

Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."

"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.

Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."

"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"

"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"

"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."

Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"

"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.

"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."

Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.

"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"

You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."

Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.

"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"

"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"

Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.

Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.

Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."

Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.

"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."

"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"

"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."

Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?

"You have a collection?" he squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."

"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."

"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."

Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."

Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."

"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"

"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."

"Oh."

"Is that something you'd like too?"

Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."

Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"

"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."

Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."

___________________________

(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)

[burnmarksofficial]

꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ─

★ birth name ─ jae-eun lee ★ hangul ─ 이재은 ★ nicknames ─ jae, jj, jae-bear, jennington, lilo

★ birthday ─ 5th november 2003 ★ age ─ 20 (int.) 21 (kor.) ★ zodiac ─ scorpio ★ chinese zodiac ─ sheep

★ birth place ─ seoul, south korea ★ home town ─ seoul, south korea ★ current residence ─ seoul, south korea

★ nationality ─ korean ★ ethnicity ─ korean ★ languages ─ english (100%), korean (100%), japanese (100%), french (100%), chinese (97%), spanish (97%), italian (96%), german (96%), thai (54%)

★ gender ─ cisfemale ★ pronouns ─ she/her/hers ★ sexual orientation ─ bisexual ★ romantic orientation ─ biromantic

★ height ─ 170.18 cm (5'7) ★ weight ─ 72kg ★ blood type ─ o negative ★ eye colour ─ black ★ hair colour ─ black

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐑 ─

★ occupation ─ formula one driver

★ team ─ oracle red bull racing ★ position ─ 1st driver ★ race number ─ 13

★ sponsors ─ the hwang corporation ★ helmet ─ bell

★ podiums ─ 65 ★ grand prix entered ─ 67 ★ points ─ 1562 ★ highest race finish ─ 1 (x53) ★ highest position ─ 1 (x3) ★ world championships ─ 3

★ manger ─ jin sehun  ★ opertaions manger ─ do-yun park ★ personal assistant ─ yana rintarou  ★ trainer ─ rin hiniki  ★ press officer ─ moon dan-bi  ★ race engeriner ─ claudia lao

★ debut race ─ 2021, bahrain gp ★ debut age ─ 18 ★ first podiums ─ 2021, bahrain gp (1) ★ first points ─ 2021, bahrain gp (25) ★ debut race win ─ 2021, bahrain gp

★ fans names ─ j-nation ★ offical colours ─ black and white

★ instagram ─ jaeeunlee ★ twitter ─ jaeeunlee ★ youtube ─ jaeeunlee ★ tiktok ─ jaeeunlee ★ twitch ─ jaeeunlee ★ facebook ─ jaeeunlee ★ personal website ─ jaeeunlee.com

★ role modles ─ ha-ru lee, ayton senna, michael schumacher, kimi raikkonen, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton

★ signature ↓

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀��� ─

★ mbti ─ intj-a

★ strengths ─ organised, creative, well-rounded, calm, realistic, naturally gifted, smart, introvert, quiet, logical, planner, open-minded ★ weaknesses ─ perfectionist, temper, self-critical, serious, detached, guarded, cold

★ family members ↓ min-jin hwang ─ mother ha-ru lee ─ father (deceased) ari lee ─ older sister ye-jun hwang ─ younger brother dea-eun hwang ─ younger sister saja lee ─ younger brother

★ hobbies & skills ─ photography, cinematography, art, fashion, racing (formula one and others), sports, reading, music/playing instruments (specifically guitar), skateboarding, working out, traveling ★ habits and mannerisms ─ headphone tapping, order in which she wears her jewellery, lip biting, picking at her nails, rolling her eyes, resting bitch face, speaking extremely monotone

★ likes ─ family, friends, her dog loki, woking out, music, playing guitar, skateboarding, art, fashion, photography, cinematography, reading ★ dislikes ─ rude people, racists, homophobes, basically any one that doesn't stand for human rights, people that abuse their power, mclaren

★ medical history ─ depression and anxiety ★ phobias ─ atychiphobia (fear of failure)

★ favourites ↓ number ─ 13 colour ─ black animal ─ dogs emoji ─ 😭🫡✨💀🫶🏼🏎📸 season ─ summer

★ favourites food ─ pizza, kimchi, soft tofu stew, samgyeopsal, sushi, instant noodles, tteokbokki, bibimbap, naengmyeon, bulgogi, korean bbq ★ favourites desserts ─ chocolate, mochi, cheesecake, crepe, red velvet cake, basically anything sweet ★ favourites drinks ─ coke, soju, strawberry milkshake, engery drinks, tea, coffee, milk, water, red wine

★ personal playlist ─ here

[the-monkey-ruler]

Just a random ask, what are some weird JTTW adaptations you’ve seen or heard about?

I can’t even begin to call them all but… if you bear with me, I shall try.

Here are a few games that I always found funny additions!

Starting off strong we have Journey to the West: Undersea Adventure (2021)! I have never seen it but LOOK AT IT.... THEY FISH

Six-eared Monkey (2021) where Six Ears goes back in time, accidentally adopts Wukong not knowing he is his future enemy and gives his life to save Child-Wukong despite knowing who he grows up to be.

Wukong's Christmas Adventure (2019) is like... saving Ruphdolh or something and Wukong is going through a mid-life crisis and also kinda depressed but CHRISTMAS. Also the Erlang and Nezha models in this movies are TERRIFYING... and also they have Wukong rap so take a look.

Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons (2013) is weird but like in a GREAT way like... I love the monster designs they give Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing, it is such a different vibe then any other movie I have seen and Honestly LOVE It for that. Really sells just how HUMAN Sanzang is dealing with POWERFUL YAO that could kill him in a second.

Bling (2016) is strong that it didn't hAVE to be Xiyouji coded characters like the Monkey, Pig, and Frog are robot storage performers, wannabe heroes and they follow their creator who is trying to propose to his girlfriend but there really is not journey or ANY need to have the robot being Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing.

Spark: A Space Tail (2016) is also BARELY a Xiyouji film but like it does have a monkey with a staff and turns out he is the son of a king and a queen of monkey planet. Really more like Lion King with the evil uncle trying to take over but with space monkeys.... and also Bajie is there.

Mo mo King (2011) is something I'm not completely sure what's it about but just that it is like a whole monkey island that Wukong-like protag works at... and also Bajie is there.

Devil's Chip (2002) again NO idea what it is really about but there is space and time travel and for some ungodly reason no wukong from what I have seen but Sanzang and Bajie company the space/time travler

Flying Monkid (1996) I have no idea why this was ever MADE like there is barely a connection to Wukong and every other demon is new or some kind of version that is barely recognizable, not to mention the animation is barely any better than Pixal art.

Flying Superboard (1990) I always just found this one strange from the animation to the art style to the design choices. Like making Wukong some kind of skateboard, nunchuck, mouse-looking creature and giving Bajie a machine gun is.... something. I have no idea what they did to Wujing, made him like a bat, goblin thing.

Midnight Goku (1989) is like a sci-fi detective story where the protag has like computer eyes that can see through people and a bo-staff and honestly, I haven't seen but just the STRETCH they use to make this Wukong-related is so insane like would have never thought of it.

Little Wukong (1987) honestly not SURE what this story is even about but like... it is nearly lost media, this is so obscure and out of the way I have a feeling it was probs a children's education show or something but idk.

The Legend of Red Boy (1989) is something that looks like candy land spat out and while I have not seen it I am so sure that it is filled with nonsensical elements I cannot begin to describe.

King Kong's Adventures in the Heavenly Palace (1959) is... more of a crossover than anything else. Just imagine a movie where instead of Wukong destroys heaven... it is Kind Kong. Legit THE king Kong from the OTHER MOVIES YES.

Pink Journey to the West (2015) is honestly not that strong I would say besides that it is just Journey to the West but they are all girls... haven't seen it but who knows maybe it is good!

Tom and Jerry Chase with Tom as Erlang Sheng and Jerry as Wukong

Fortnite Wukong... that is it

Overwatch with Xiyouji skins just think it is adorable honestly. Love the Winston as Wukong

Plants versus Zombie: Journey to the West addition

Rabbits: Party of Legends

And while this isn't EVERY weird (there is a lot) one these are that I thought were at least interesting enough. Like a lot of Xiyouji movies have strange plotpoint but honestly, they are more boring and confusing than anything memorable. At least these were the ones I always thought were fun!

[cloudcountry]

sweet and spicy!

SUMMARY: As per Riddle's demands, the only dishes that have ever been allowed at Unbirthday parties are sweets. Cater resents that, and apparently, so do you.

CHARACTER: Cater Diamond.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: Man I just want them to cater (ba dum tssss) to more tastes during the Unbirthday parties. All they seem to have are sweets. Like yeah sweets are great and all but Cater doesn't like them so I'd like to make him spicy things so he can enjoy those parties too.

~~~~~

Cater sighed dramatically as he tapped away on his phone, awaiting the start of the most recent Unbirthday party. His Magicam feed was occupying him for the time being as his favorite person hung out with Trey. He blew a strand of hair away from his face, pouting as your most recent Magicam post came into view.

Baking with the VH! The caption read. His expression softened as he took in your bright smile and simple peace sign, the frame capturing an amused Trey in the background. He double tapped his screen and liked the picture, commenting a few hearts before continuing through his feed. He was kinda dreading this Unbirthday party if he was honest with himself (much like all the other parties, if he was even more honest), because he knew he’d have to bear the taste of his least favorite food for the next few hours. Oh well, if it was made by you then maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

He eyed the entrance to the gardens as he waited for you, thumb still swiping across his phone screen. The members of Heartslabyul were slowly filing in, and even Trey had shown up before there was any sign of you. Cater’s pout only got worse as he stared at the entrance, willing you to appear.

It was another few minutes before you did, carrying a separate platter with you. Before he could yell out your name, your searching eyes had already found him, and your smile lit up like a thousand stars. Rushing over to him, you held the platter carefully in your hands before setting it down in front of him.

“I made you something special.” you hummed, sliding into the seat next to him with a smirk, “I hope you enjoy them.”

Cater forced a bright smile as he looked down at the platter of sweets before him. Well, you made them for him. They couldn’t be that bad...

The Unbirthday party began, and Cater tried to stall for a bit. He talked to you about the weather and how your classes were doing and even the new skateboard trick he’d learned, but you were insistent.

“Come on, try them! I promise you’ll like them!” you pleaded, bouncing around in your chair from excitement, “Pleaseee, I can’t wait anymore!”

“Okay hon, I’ll try them now.” Cater sighed, resigning himself to his fate as his smile stuck to his face like glue.

He picked up the fork and took a small slice of the chocolate tart you’d prepared. He brought it to his lips and closed his mouth around the fork, expecting a gross sweetness to overtake his taste buds.

His eyes shot open as he swallowed, staring down at the platter in front of him.

It was spicy.

He picked a cookie next, polishing it off with ease. Next, a miniature pie. Then, a macaroon from a small stack of three tied with a shiny red bow.

All of the food you had prepared for him was spicy.

“It’s really good!” he beamed, turning to face you, “You...remembered!”

“Of course I did!” you yelled, throwing your arms around his shoulders, “I couldn’t take it, I was so excited to make all of this for you! Did you like it?”

“I did! Liked and subscribed.” he laughed, holding you tighter.

Cater’s next Magicam post was a picture of the two of you making peace signs with the half eaten platter in the background, smiles on your faces.

At the Unbirthday party !! <333 #sweetandspicy #bestprefectever #favoriteperson

[husbandhoshi]

jeonghan + 2am + cute🥰

[2:00]

“i don’t think this is a good idea.”

the night that blankets hwaseong is buttery and lush, moon hanging over the sleeping city like a ripe apple.

"have i ever had good ones?" jeonghan answers plainly, and he waits for your nose to scrunch up in annoyance before he smiles.

it's a habit, much like the way he matches your stride, the way it feels right to walk beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

it reminds you of when you were children, walking with pinkies linked through the wildflowers, except now he's at least two heads taller than you and a lot funnier.

"what if someone sees us together?”

jeonghan chuckles, deep and intimate, and takes his baseball cap off to plop it on top of your head, pushing the brim down to your eyes.

he has a big ass head now too, you think, but you keep that one to yourself.

"better?"

"you know that's not what i mean."

“who would say anything? we know everyone here.”

and that shuts you up because he’s right.

you wore the city like your second skin. borne into you, the laugh of the ahjumma who owned the jjampong place, the glitter of july-ripened strawberries, the titters of old folks feeding the gulls.

you never thought jeonghan would leave all that behind until the tuesday six whole years ago he said was going to seoul to become an idol.

“did you miss me?” he asks.

like crazy. like i’d never missed anything more, you want to say. instead you swallow down the lump of crazy chewed up words and think of something more normal to say.

it’s not like you hadn’t talked since he left.

have you eaten? he would text you. other times, like my last instagram post or you’re a fake fan.

only once: how big is the moon in hwaseong? are you looking at it too?

there was a time you couldn’t imagine hwaseong without your best friend. for a moment, it was like a ghost town, haunted by the boy who picked up bugs on the ground and always let you have the last bungeoppang, even if it was filled with red bean (his favorite).

but it seems he’s outgrown his shadow. he stands tall and expensive, and even the hat on your head seems like it costs more than your car.

and yet, you hear his old man groan claw its way out of his chest, and you feel as though nothing at all has changed.

“ya, are you actually ignoring me? did i fly a thousand something miles out here to get ignored?”

it’s another habit, what jeonghan does next, but you can swear the stars drop out of the sky—he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, made strong and lean by time.

it jerks you into a moment seven summers ago, when you’re you and jeonghan is just the gangly boy next door throwing rocks at your window, and you forget for a moment how woefully plain you feel next to your best friend turned celebrity.

“sorry,” you laugh, gathering your bearings. “of course i missed you. i even got weverse or whatever.”

he rolls his eyes in a way so dramatic, you would almost delete the app off your phone if it wasn’t for that smile, a traitor to the cool front he always has.

“i missed you too.” he says it easily, simply, as if all of this was just foreplay.

“it must be a lot quieter here than in seoul, huh? and the food is—”

“no, i missed you.”

he stops in his tracks, elvish features almost offensively attractive in the fluorescent streetlight, to look at you.

to look at all of you, not just the you who bandaged his knee when he was learning to skateboard for the first time, but the you who answers his anxious late-night calls, the you who greeted him at the airport with that dizzyingly warm smile, the you who stands before him now.

and it’s you who he takes into his arms, hesitantly, then all at once, as if he’s dreamed about this for ages (he has).

he takes off the too big hat, holds the face he knows so well in his hands, and kisses you under the hwaseong moon, finally not so far away.

(“you think the paparazzi got their pictures?” he jokes between kisses, knowing full well your audience consists of a raccoon and maybe the weird guy who owns the liquor store across the street.

“we can give ‘em another one.”

he’s never one to argue with a good idea.)

[thewittyphantom]

Yu-Gi-Oh is getting some licensed skateboards, including the Millennium Items, Exodia, and monsters like the Red-Eyes!

Now we wait for the inevitable Shadow Game involving skateboards. XD

https://thepopinsider.com/bear-walker-yu-gi-oh-skateboard-news/

[obsidiancreates]

Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 12)

“For the last time, Mikey, I’m not putting a cottage cheese monster in our comic!” Raph pulls the paper away from his little brother. 

“But Raaaaaph!”

“No! It’s totally lame!”

“Not as lame as a big bug!”

“Hey, bugs are dangerous! Remember what your dad said about how the totally-unknown-evil-scientist-guy used mosquitos to make mutants!”

“That’s different!”

“IS NOT!”

“IS TOO!”

“YOU-!” Raph growls, and then closes his eyes. Mikey blinks, and scoots away as Raph times his breathing to calm down. He opens his eyes again and calmly says, “You’re just saying it’s different because you’re mad I’m not putting in the monster.”

Mikey crosses his arms and looks away. “I think it’s cool.”

“... Fine. But you gotta draw him!”

Mikey lights up. “Alright!”

Leo passes a page with a messy drawing of a New York street to Donnie, who starts sketching a vehicle (a sort of modified van) racing down the road. Their styles clash- Leo’s, while still being the uncoordinated style of a child, bears a striking resemblance to traditional Japanese painting styles. Donnie’s, however, shows that he clearly draws for Blueprints more often than he does for Fun. When he finishes up the sketch he passes the page to Raph who, with a skill that’s extremely impressive for a 10-year-old, adds in two figures in the little windshield and two crouched on top of the van. Finally Raph passes the page to Mikey, who gleefully and not-quite-as-skillfully adds in his monster.

“This can be a dream,” Leo says, watching Mikey work a white crayon down to naught but a nub. “And then we– I mean, they, can… um…”

“Fight alien robots?” Mikey looks at Leo with wide, watery eyes, clasping his hands together. “I had a dream we fought alien robots! Just like our dads!”

“Hey, I dreamt that too.” Donnie looks down and starts sketching. “And they all talked funny.”

“Talked stupid.” Raph leans over Donnie’s shoulder. “Lemme add the brain thing in the middle.”

“What about ninjas?” Leo looks through the papers, and holds up a drawing he did before they all agreed to make One Big Comic together. “Robot ninjas!” 

Mikey gasps, eyes sparkling. “How about both?!”

“No way they can fight both!” Donnie looks at the one finished page, the four small totally-not-self-insert figures facing off against the cottage cheese monster. “That’s way too many bad guys!”

“Nuh-uh!” Mikey springs up and does a backflip, landing in a defensive stance. “They can totally do it!”

“The numbers are totally against them!” Donnie chews on the end of his pencil. “... Unless… we give them friends?”

Raph smirks. “You just wanna add your imaginary friend in.”

“Well she was in my dream about the alien robots anyway!”

“How about we can all add one friend for them in?” Leo flips the page with the robot ninja over and starts drawing. “I’m going to give them a wise sensei.”

“Fine. Then, I’m giving the coolest possible human friend ever.” Raph starts his own design. “If Auntie Cass and Uncle Casey were one person!”

“Then I’m adding in Leatherhead!” Mikey gets to work, the drawing coming easily, as he’s drawn the character dozens of times before.

Donnie just sticks his tongue out as he draws a red-haired human girl. 

Mikey laughs and kicks his feet in the air. “This comic is gonna be awesome!”

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Draxum sits, stewing, as Angelo delicately places the last band-aid on his forehead. Angelo chuckles and taps the cartoon unicorn on it for good luck, then slides away.

“Maybe next time you will call instead of dropping into our sewers unannounced,” Splints says with barely-hidden amusement.

“Maybe next time you will not leave four rocket-powered skateboards blasting around your sewers!” Draxum snips back.

“Hey! Enough fighting for the day. Raphie’s taking a nap.” Raphie is, indeed, taking a nap on his giant beanbag, his mask turned backwards to cover his eyes. He has truly become A Dad.

“It would also have been nice to know my grandson is grounded from our chemistry lessons before I made my way here.” Draxum glares at Donald, ignoring Raphie’s demand for peace.

“Of course, let me just install a ‘Grounded Alert’ on your phone so you know every time he is unable to make it!” Donald says, tossing his arms up and rolling his eyes. He pauses, and holds his hand out. “I did mean that, actually, let me install that while you’re here.”

Draxum hands over his phone, and Donald gets to work. “I think it’s ridiculous you grounded your boys for being warriors.”

“For doing everything we told them not to,” Leon says, rubbing his eyes. “You know, no offense Barry, but I hate when you weigh in on our parenting decisions. … On second thought, full offense.”

Draxum shrugs, pursing his lips. Unbothered. “Perhaps I’d have less to say if you agreed on sending them to my school.”

“For the last time, it’s not happening! We dealt with enough weird mystic lunchroom situations when April went to school there!”

“I have it under control! Joseph is a fine young meat-man now!”

“Not! Happening!”

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“Okay, now draw my character going like, h-wahhhhhh!” Mikey demonstrates with several flips, landing with a chop. “And then, HYAH!” He pretends to whip his ‘chuck chains around Raph’s legs and pull. 

“I’m adding one or the other, not both!”

“Then add the flips! Nothing beats backflips.”

Donnie pauses coloring in the graffiti on the buildings. “Why do I feel like we’ve had this conversation before?”

Mikey shrugs. “Because… backflips are awesome?”

Leo passes Donnie another finished background page. “I get that a lot too. Feeling like we talked about or did something before.”

“Done something,” Donnie absently corrects. “It’s called Deja Vu. … Maybe it comes from whatever our Ninpos will be?”

“Wait, you think we’ll get those?” Raph passes his page to Mikey so Mikey can add the bad guys. “But we aren’t, you know. Blood.”

“But we are Hamato, aren’t we?” Donnie takes the time to draw in his added character, the human girl. He’s calling her Red. He adds yellow waves of power around her. “And it’s a spiritual thing. Not really a DNA thing.”

“How do you know?” Mikey licks a lollipop and uses it as ‘glue’ to stick the new page to the rest of them.

“... I guess I don’t.” Donnie sits up, putting his hands on his head. “I don’t! Guys… I’ve never looked at our DNA!”

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“They are warriors!”

“They’re kids!” Angelo puts his hands on his hips and uses his powers to rise above Draxum and glare down at him. 

“They’re their father’s sons,” Draxum argues back. “Carrying on a great legacy of battle and triumph, from all sides of their creations! … Except the turtle part, I guess.”

Raphie sits up, twists his mask back around normally. “They’re not ‘their father’s sons’ in terms of power, Barry! We did what we did because you designed us to be weapons! They weren’t made for that!”

“We don’t know what they were made for!” Draxum pulls a stone out of his apron, and it levitates up and breaks apart. It shows a strand of DNA, unlike any DNA elsewhere in the world. “A decade has gone by and we still have yet to even begin to discover what substance created them! Perhaps this drive for battle is something natural, ingrained, and repressing it will only harm them!”

Donald smacks the stone onto the ground, much to Draxum’s shock and appall. “Or perhaps you are just as stuck in your, warring warrior scientist past, as we all worried you’d be!”

“It’s hard not to harken back to it when it seems to continue being relevant!”

“ENOUGH!” Splinter jumps up, breaking the eyelines of his family’s intense stares. All eyes follow him back down to the floor as he lands on his butt and hops onto his feet. “Draxum! If you want more time with your grandsons, just say so.”

Leon laughs. “Okay Pops, cute theory but– huh?”

Draxum stands, sagging with his eyes watering and lip quivering. He quickly wipes his eyes with a mystic vine. “They are trying to become warriors and I haven’t been a part of it yet. Even if I was… on the wrong side of things, as your four grew into your potentials, I was still there to see it happen.”

“But… Donnie has weekly lessons with you.” Donald checks the calendar in his wristpad. 

“That is one grandson of four, and it is not battle.”

Angelo blinks, and lowers back to the ground. “Guys… he’s right. And maybe not just about him.” Angelo looks around. “When was the last time we shook things up? Had any one-on-one time with the boys who weren’t our own sons?”

Everyone considers– and slowly grows horrified to realize it’s all been Group Activities or Sons Only time for years now.

“No wonder they’re acting out!” Raphie hits his fist into his palm. “Remember what all those parenting books said? Enrichment, and wide social circles! We need to spend more time with our nephews doin’ stuff we don’t do as dads!” He side-eyes Draxum. “And, grandpas too, I guess.”

Draxum grins. Not without an edge to it. “Perhaps I could borrow the boys for a lesson on the basics of mystic weaponry?”

“Aw, Barry. It’s sweet that you care.” Angelo wraps an arm around Draxum’s shoulders– and then tightens it, smiling with dead eyes. “But if you take our boys near any armories, a visit from Dr. Delicate Touch will seem like a reprieve from pain.”

Draxum swallows as Angelo slips away. “Maybe just a visit to the Hidden City’s best sights, then. … The ones that are willing to welcome me.”

“And we can all plan something with our nephews.” Raphie looks around. “Like uh… Angelo can take Raph wall-painting!”

“And… Leon can take Mikey out for some basketball!” Angelo tosses a ball to his brother.

Leon watches it and smoothly transitions into a dribble. “And maybe Donald can take Leo out to an Observatory!”

“And Raph can take Donnie out to… hmm.” Donald pauses, a robotic arm scratching his head while he thinks. 

“I can take Donnie out for some wrestling or something!” Raphie scoops Donald up and gives him a gentle noogie. 

Draxum raises an eyebrow. “Are these not activities you can do as fathers as well as uncles?”

“I mean… we sort of stay in our lanes.” Leon tosses the basketball from hand to hand. “We’ve all got our thing.”

“Doesn’t sound so well-rounded to me,” Draxum mumbles.

“Barry? Again, no hay comentarios sobre cómo los criamos. Got it?”

“Not even slightly.”

“He means shut your mouth on our parenting skills. They’re for us to agonize over and question if we’re doing right, not you.” Raphie pulls out his phone and starts scrolling. “Maybe there’s some kinda scientist wrestler I can take Donnie to see!”

“And I know the perfect building for Raph to decorate with me!”

“I am so busting out my signed basketball to play with Mikey!”

“I bet I could take control of the observatory telescope to show Leo WHATEVER HE WANTS TO SEE IN SPACE!”

Splinter reaches up and pats Draxum on the calf. “Perhaps your visits are not all bad after all.”

Draxum frowns.

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The four boys all stare down at the drawing.

“I dunno why I drew it.” Mikey sniffles. “Or why it’s so…”

Raph pulls Leo close as Leo’s breathing picks up. “Erase it, Mikey!”

“It doesn’t look like the stories they told us,” Donnie whispers. “But… it does?”

Raph covers Leo’s wide, unfocused eyes. “I said get rid of it!”

Mikey rolls up the drawing and fumbles around for something to destroy it with– finding a mystic nightlight candle. He taps it to light it up, and puts the paper over it.

The smoke only makes the twisting in their guts worse as Leo lets out a sob.

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The whole living room goes quiet. 

Silent.

No-one even breathes.

And then, again.

A soft, muffled sob.

All four fathers and both grandfathers burst into Mikey’s room.

The thin layer of smoke clears away almost instantly with the door open, but the mood does not. Raph is holding Leo protectively, pressing his older brother into his plastron. Mikey is wiping his eyes, shoving all his gray crayons and markers and colored pencils into a box to never be used again. Donnie is leaning over Raph and Leo, rubbing Leo’s back– and for some reason, his leg.

“What happened?” Leon goes to pick Leo up, but Raph won’t let go. So he picks both of them up at once.

“I didn’t mean it!” Mikey cries, hiccuping. “I-I was just drawing villains and-and I drew– I drew–”

“It didn’t look like the stories we heard but it-it was.” Donnie is still reaching up, putting pressure on Leo’s leg. He blinks, looking at his hand, and then takes it away with a confused expression. 

“What stories? Has Auntie Cass been telling you scary stories again?” Raphie rubs both Leo’s and Raph’s shells, and they both start to relax. Leo raches up and pulls his dad into an almost choking hug.

Draxum takes in the abandoned gray crayons, the sniffling faces, and the reluctance to say the name. He bends down and picks up the comic, flipping through. His face falls with each page. “... Perhaps… you four were right about them being too young, to be warriors yet.”

“What?” Donald grabs the comic and flips through himself. He stops on one page, the green leaching out of his skin and leaving him almost gray. “Oh.”

“What?! What is–! … Oh, no.” Angelo looks at Mikey, and gets down to the ground to scoop his son and cradle him. “Hey. You guys know you have nothing to fear, right? We beat the big bads.”

Leo’s grip on Leon tightens. “I don’t want him to get you,” Leo whispers.

Leon’s eyes go wide, pupils shrinking. “Leo… he’s gone. We’ve talked about this, he’s gone. For good.”

Leo’s grip doesn’t relax. Leon feels tears on his neck as Leo pulls himself closer and starts to shake.

“Leon.” Raphie looks pale as Donald hops up the comic and points. “I don’t think it’s just about–”

“He got Pop-Pop,” Leo whispers. “He got Pop-Pop and he got me and I-I couldn’t protect anyone and–”

“It’s just a nightmare, Lee.” Leon pushes the comic away without looking at it– he can’t afford to right now. “It’s just a nightmare.”

“I can’t do it, I can’t save everyone–”

“I’ll save everyone.” Raph hugs his brother with a fierce growl. “I’ll save you and Donnie and Mikey and everyone else! Because we’re a team!”

“Dad.” Donnie pulls on Donald’s battleshell. “I-I think Leo is having a panic attack.”

“He– right, he– um, everyone clear out.” Donald picks Donnie up. “Let’s leave Leo to calm down. Uncle Raphie and Uncle Leon have this handled.”

“I’m sorry Leo,” Mikey whimpers as Angelo carries him out. “I promise I’ll never draw The Shredder again.”

[minusgangtime]

(In case I'm gonna do a Sprunki blog one of these days- Let me just put this here lol

(It's very long so read if you can-

(TW: Mentions of death, gore, mutilation at the horror world part)

So I think this AU will be where the happy world and the horror world are seperate alternate universes- I'm still working on the AU's name :T

Oh, and btw, most of the things here are canon divergent, so I might not follow up with most of the lore ☝️

First of, we have the happy world-

Oren, Raddy and Pinki are in a poly relationship (Oren is dating both Raddy and Pinki- Raddy and Pinki aren't dating but are good friends)

Oren is the defintion of a cool cat (cool butterfly??) and love skateboards

Raddy (the red dinosaur(?)) likes sports and working out (and needs anger management ngl-)

Clukr (silver beetle) and Garnold (golden yellow fish) are inventors and work partners on building robots and machines (maybe they're not just "friends"? 👀)

Fun Bot and Mr. Fun Computer look up to Clukr and Garnold as their father figures since they've built them

Vineria (green snail) is a gardener and is into plants

Vineria wears a wig-

Gray and Wenda are opposites but are best friends (not related but they've known each other for a long time)

Gray (grey cat-like demon) is quiet and introverted while Wenda (white kitty) is chatty and extroverted

Brud (brown dog-like slime creature) isn't really the brightest Sprunki but he's a very silly and goofy guy :3

OWAKCX (lime hedgehog) (pronounced oh-wah-ka-ks") works as businessman

Most of the Sprunkis call OWAKCX "Lime" cuz it's easier (he doesn't mind tho)

OWAKCX has a crush on Vineria but is nervous to tell her in person

Sky (sky blue bear cub) is the youngest of the Sprunkis (he's 14 while everyone else are adults)

Sky likes collecting plushies- His favorites are teddy bears

Durple (purple dragon) is a collector and can play the trumpet- He also likes reading books

Mr. Sun is pretty much a talking sentient sun- That's it :P

Mr. Tree is a talking sentient tree who has a lot of wisdom- He's also lived around to be 50 years old

Simon (yellow alien) is described as "eater of foods" :P

Simon has golden retriever energy :>

Tunner (tan reptile bunny hybrid) is the sheriff of the Sprunkis and tries to protect them from danger

Pinki (pink bunny) is big sweetheart and cares a lot for her friends

Jevin (blue vampire bat) is a mysterious guy- But despite his ominous look, he's pretty chill and tries to join the other Sprunkis' activities

Jevin and Tunner are married ^^

Blackhat (unknown entity) is.. well.. pretty much a terrible person- He's in jail-

OWAKCX and Blackhat have some.. pretty bad history- It could explain why he's super anxious and paranoid

And now the horror world..

The horror world was like the happy world until Wenda found a black hat that she given by a mysterious black figure

Oren had the inside of his body cut open- He's also blind in both eyes

Raddy got hung by his neck and had half of his face and the lower part of his body ripped off

Clukr's cymbal crushed half of his head

Fun Bot and Mr. Fun Computer have no injuries but seem aware of what's going on (they've seen some things-)

Vineria got mutated by her wig where this version of hers turned out to be a fungus

Gray is uninjured and was able to escape, but he's very traumatized- He just wants his friend back <:(

Brud got half of his head bitten off by Simon (he doesn't feel any pain, which is why he's alive)

Garnold got the springlock treatment in his own robot suit

OWAKCX had the skin of his mouth and lower body ripped off like it was paper

Sky got himself impaled by four metal rods (jesus.. ._.)

Similar to Fun Bot and Mr. Fun Computer, Mr. Sun and Mr. Tree have no injuries but are very aware of what's going on

Durple got corrupted and became an abnormal entity- He also has a very stretchy mouth

Simon morphed himself to be more monstrous

Simon bit Brud out of hunger which he instantly regretted (Brud quickly forgave him cuz he doesn't even remember the incident lol)

Due to stress, Tunner shot himself in the head, thinking he wasn't able save all his fellow Sprunkis and he failed as a sheriff (thankfully he was found by Jevin)

Wenda is either possessed and/or manipulated by the black hat, which she ended up attempting to murder some of her friends

Pinki got her face ripped off by a wooden plank (HTF reference?)

Jevin also escaped uninjured, but is determined to put an end what is happening

Legends say that even Wenda is fighting off the black hat..

Thank you for coming to my lore dumping UvU)

[munson-blurbs]

Congratulations on hitting 2k followers! Could I possibly request Steve/skatepark (or roller rink)/bandaids?

This absolutely screamed Dad!Steve, so here ya go!

Warnings: mention of blood

WC: 922

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“Daddy, are we there yet?” a tiny voice calls out from the backseat of the Harrington minivan.

“Almost, princess,” Steve replies to your four-year-old daughter as he drives into the parking lot and pulls into the first spot he can find. The skate park is always busy on weekends, and this Saturday morning is no exception.

“We’re here!” Izzy shrieks excitedly, kicking her feet. When she looks out the window and spots Max unloading her own skateboard and a much smaller one from the trunk of her Toyota Corolla, she squeals even louder and frantically waves. “Auntie Max! Auntie Max!” 

Max glances over with a huge smile. “My Dizzy Izzy!” she shouts, barely waiting for Steve to kill the engine before bounding over. Even in her early twenties, she has as much energy as she did when she was fifteen. She slides open the van door, scooping Izzy out of her car seat and groaning exaggeratedly when the little girl envelops her in a giant bear hug. “Did you get stronger? Let me see those muscles!”

Izzy flexes her tiny arms and growls, making the three of you laugh. “You’re gonna be stronger than mommy soon!” Max exclaims, making Steve frown.

“What about me?” 

“Oh, she’s already stronger than you are,” Max teases, gently placing Izzy on the ground.

“Yeah, Daddy,” Izzy pipes up. “‘Cause girls are stronger than boys!” She looks up at her red-headed role model and gives her a high-five. You take one hand and Max takes her other as you head towards the park gates. 

Izzy snaps on her My Little Pony helmet—with matching elbow and knee pads, of course—and whines, “I can’t move!” She walks stiffly, reminding you and Steve of the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. “How am I gonna skate like Auntie Max?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Max assures her. “It’s more important to be safe. I’m wearing my helmet too, see?” She knocks on the blue helmet that rests atop her hair. “And I wore all that other stuff when I first started out.” That part’s a lie, but Izzy buys it, already magically able to move around easier than she did moments before. 

“Okay, Wonder Woman,” Steve crouches down to her level. “Remember our rules: listen to Auntie Max, keep all your gear on, and…” He pauses, chuckling at his daughter’s puzzled expression. “And have fun!”

Izzy giggles, grabbing Max’s hand and pulling her towards the ramps. You watch your fearless baby with pride, though your gaze is quickly drawn to your husband’s bouncing leg. 

“Y’okay?” you ask, placing your palm over his knee to calm him down. 

“No? Yes?” He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “I keep thinking, ‘What if she gets hurt? What if she gets discouraged and doesn’t wanna skate anymore?’ And then I feel guilty, because it makes me kinda happy that I won’t have to worry about her getting hurt.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, lifting your hand from his leg so you can lace your lithe fingers through his thick ones. “Steve, even if she never got on a skateboard, kids get hurt. She could roll off the bed, but that doesn’t mean we’re gonna make her sleep on the floor,” you tease gently. “But look at her go!” You point to Izzy, who is standing on the board while Max pulls her. She’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen. “That’s our girl! We made that little badass!” You knock your knee against his, and you feel him relax a bit.

That relief lasts all of two seconds, which is when a boy of about ten years old flies by Izzy, knocking her off balance. She lands square on her bottom, and it takes a beat for her to process what’s just happened. You watch as her little face contorts and tears slip down her cheeks. 

“Izzy!” You call out, turning to Steve to gauge his reaction. But he’s already sprinting to your daughter; you’ve never seen him run so fast. You’d be amused if you weren’t so concerned about Izzy. 

Steve picks Izzy up, checking for bumps and bruises. There’s a scrape on her right palm that’s starting to bleed. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says softly, digging into his back pocket. He pulls out a handful of band-aids and quickly rips one open, adhering it to the cut. “See? Good as new!” He puts her back down next to Max. “Now you can skate again.”

Izzy seems hesitant, so you crouch to her level and wipe away her tears. “I bet Auntie Max fell when she was learning.” You look up at Max for confirmation. 

“Are you kidding?” she laughs. “I still fall. Like, all the time.” She smiles at Izzy. “Iz, if you don’t want to skate anymore, I won’t be mad. But I think you’re really, really good. And I’d love to see you try again.”

“Okay,” Izzy says slowly, glancing at you and Steve for approval. 

“Go kick some butt, princess,” Steve tells her. He wrinkles his nose. “Wait, do princesses skateboard?”

“Duh, Daddy; princesses can do whatever they want!” Izzy replies, picking up her skateboard. “C’mon, Auntie Max!”

As you and Steve meander back to the park bench, you give his hand a squeeze. “You handled that like a champ, babe,” you say. “And good idea bringing those band-aids. I didn’t even think of that.”

“Y’know what they say,” he grins, “you can’t turn off Dad Mode.”

“Who says that?”

“Um, me.”

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[melocores]

my OLNF oc!!!! :D

name: Cheyenne "Chey" Wu

gender/pronouns: demigirl - she/they

(details about her below 😎)

step 1 personality: "child of the flowers"

cheerful and bubbly, many people that know her describe her as a bundle of joy. she likes to tease the people around her and is shown to be a lot more perceptive than people expect her to be, many assume she is gullible due to her natural innocent expression. can be shy around adults that aren't her mommy and she can be very clumsy, bandaids appearing on her from time to time. she loves to draw and paint, as well as bake (with parental supervision ofc) she loves strawberries, flowers and many other things described as cute. she likes to explore and look for shiny or attractive things she finds outside and stores it in a box full of 'treasures'. She owns a teddy bear named Mimi who is her best friend.

fun fact: she is not afraid of any bugs, she brought a centipede home and tried to keep it as a pet but it died which made her really sad 😭

step 2 personality: "maiden of the clouds"

has become a lot more toned down but still friendly to the people around her despite being described as closed off from time to time and not having any proper friends besides her neighbours, qiu and tamarack. to qiu and tamarack, she's the same except the playful teasing has been turned up a notch, though she's very supportive of them (listens to qiu about their problems, attending tamarack's cello recitals) she started to become interested in activities related to her appearance (e.g. painting her nails, wearing a necklace, flower clip) and is seen from time to time to have stylish outfits and hairstyles of many different kinds. she becomes quite admired by her peers for this despite her being oblivious to it; she normally hangs around by herself which adds to her mystique. her hobbies remain the same with the addition of skateboarding which is her main mode of transportation and taking long naps. the problem she faces is the inability to share her feelings with other people and bottling up her emotions, even to the point that qiu and tamarack worry for her due to a past experience in elementary where her 'friends' actively bullied and made fun of her to the point that it damaged her mental state and her fear of confrontation didn't help whatsoever. those friends only wanted to be her friend to get to qiu. when they found out years later, they felt extremely horrible but she never put it against them. her trust issues and inability to express herself makes her seem disingenuine which causes her to lose a lot of friends. her main way to resolve conflict is to just run (in this case, skate) away and avoid everything. the necklace she wears was a gift from her mother. she's very comfortable in her gender identity, normally dressing up in both masc and fem fashion and has supported qiu in their gender crisis. meanwhile, she actively helps tamarack gain confidence in herself.

fun fact: her first crush was baxter (probably because of the similar ways they resolve conflict LMAOOO) she blasted chasing pavements in her room while sobbing after he graduated highschool

step 3 personality: "lady of the vogue"

fun fact: many of her family members say that she's starting to resemble her mother in her teens, which she can agree with.

planning to pursue her dream of starting her own fashion brand, cheyenne has come a long way with her battle with the fashion industry and insignificance as a whole. she still takes good care of her appearance, becoming an influencer and running a blog that showcases her daily looks and fits. she now rarely has issues with expressing herself due to the support of the people around her. she always looks out for the people around her, gaining the title of the mom friend which is a funny pair with tamarack being the 'grandma friend'. her younger self (specifically step 2) avoided striking colours like red due to not wanting to stand out (which is contradictory bc ms girl walks into class with a brand new fit every time), but her step 3 self has fully embraced the bright red that she used to proudly wear as a young child. she's become quite popular amongst her peers after realizing that she could trust other people and lives her life not caring about what other people thought. also she's madly in love with qiu but you didn't hear that from me