#she’ll yeet him

[pingrape]

(In case someone’s wondering the pose inspired from a pin I saw on Pinterest)

[lazy-ahh]

TROUBLE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU

pairing mark grayson x (vigilante) male reader

you’re a disaster wrapped in kevlar and bad decisions. mark grayson? he’s sunshine in spandex. you shouldn’t work. you don’t work—except when it’s 2 am and the city’s quiet, except when his hands find the cracks in your armor like they were made to fit there. except when he looks at you like you’re something worth loving, and for once, you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong.

the crumpled hood of the villains’ getaway van makes a decent chair, if you ignore the broken glass. you’re sprawled across it like it’s your personal throne, watching mark hover nearby like an overprotective shadow. the would-be thieves are zip-tied in a groaning pile, one of them still half-stuck in the dumpster you gracefully introduced him to earlier.

"wow," you drawl, kicking your boots up on the shattered windshield. "you guys really thought this plan would work? even i have higher standards, and i once fought a telekinetic badger with a crowbar."

mark continues to hover near you, arms crossed. "you drop-kicked a guy into a dumpster," he says, like it’s some kind of crime.

"correction: i tactically repositioned him into a dumpster," you counter, grinning as he rolls his eyes. "and hey—" you gesture to the defeated goons. "—no guns, no hostages, just a little creative problem-solving. admit it, vincible. you love having a partner who keeps things interesting."

he opens his mouth—probably to whine about "excessive force" or whatever—but stops when you flick a crumpled soda can at his chest. the way his frown fights a smile? priceless.

mark sighs, defeated, before finally floating down, landing with a stupidly heroic thud. he offers you a hand, and you take it, if only to mock his gentlemanly gesture. except he doesn’t let go. and—weirdly—you don’t pull away either. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow and deliberate, and you have to fight the urge to yank your hand back just to spite him. (who does he think he is, melting your edges like this?)

"you wanna come to my house for dinner?" he murmurs, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosts over your ear. "mom says she’s cooking your favorite dish to entice you. her words, not mine."

you can hear the smirk in his voice. bastard. "wow, bribing me with food now? you’re getting desperate, vincible," you shoot back, but your traitorous fingers tighten around his anyway.

he huffs a laugh, warm and close. "is it working?"

(yes.)

"depends," you lie. "what’s she making?"

"pork sisig."

"sisig?" you deadpan, raising an eyebrow. "damn, aunt debbie’s playing dirty. she knows i’d crawl through hell for that crispy pork."

mark’s grin is obnoxiously smug. "yep. she also said if you say no, she’ll save the leftovers for me instead—"

"over my dead body," you snap, already dragging him toward the street. his laugh is stupidly bright for someone who just witnessed you yeet a man into a dumpster ten minutes ago.

(and okay, fine—maybe you like that sound. maybe you’ve memorized the exact way his nose scrunches when he’s trying not to cackle at your bullshit. maybe you’ve even stopped "accidentally" stealing his hoodies because his scent clinging to you is… whatever. not the point.)

"knew you’d cave," mark sing-songs, swinging your joined hands like an overexcited golden retriever. the sidewalk crowd parts around you two—not out of fear (though your rep should warrant it), but because invincible is practically skipping down the street with a guy who once put a batarang through a drug lord’s windshield as a warning shot. the stares burn into your back. great. tomorrow’s headlines will be invincible’s mysterious boyfriend revealed! with some paparazzi shot of mark grinning like an idiot while you glare at the camera like it personally offended you. you think it's funny (and endearing) that mark doesn't seem to care.

you shove him with your free hand. "shut up. i’m tolerating you for the food."

"uh-huh," he says, voice dripping with the kind of smugness that makes you want to strangle him. or kiss him. annoying. "that’s why you also agreed to movie night after. and let my dad teach you viltrumite chess last week—which, by the way, you cheated at—"

"vincible," you growl, "i swear to god—"

he kisses your gloved knuckles, slow and deliberate, just to watch your brain bluescreen. asshole.

(≧∇≦)ﾉ☆

"aunt debbie, i don’t think i can eat anyone else’s cooking of sisig anymore," you say around a mouthful of rice, already reaching for your third serving. "this is illegal. you’re gonna ruin all other food for me."

debbie beams, refilling your plate before you can even ask. "good. that means you’ll keep coming back," she says, flicking your forehead lightly. "mark said you punched a guy through a wall today. again."

"he deserved it," you mutter, shooting a glare at mark—who’s too busy laughing into his soda to defend you. his knee knocks against yours under the table, warm and steady, and fuck, you hate how your body betrays you by leaning into it. like some pathetic magnet. like you’re not the guy who once made one of the most notorious villains flinch.

nolan leans back in his chair, arms crossed. "you know, when mark said he was dating someone ‘intense,’ i didn’t realize he meant ‘frequently commits property damage.’"

"oh please," you scoff, pointing your fork at him. "you literally leveled a city once. i’m tame compared to you."

the table goes quiet. mark chokes on his drink.

then nolan laughs—deep and booming—while debbie shakes her head like she’s already drafting your apology to the mayor. "he’s got you there, honey," she says, patting nolan’s arm.

mark kicks your shin under the table, grinning. "stop impressing my dad. it’s weird."

"make me, vincible," you shoot back—just as debbie slides another heap of sisig onto your plate.

you don’t miss the way mark’s fingers brush yours when he steals your spoon to eat your food, though. or how his thumb lingers on your wrist for half a second too long, calloused and sure. bastard. he knows what he’s doing. knows the way your pulse jumps under his touch, knows you’ll let him take whatever he wants from you—food, space, the last shreds of your reputation as chicago’s most unshakeable bastard.

and the worst part? he gives it all right back. in the way he leans into your space like he’s trying to fuse your skeletons together. in the way his laugh softens to something private when you grumble "fine, take it," pushing the plate toward him. in the way he tugs you into the couch later, his nose buried in your hair like he’s trying to memorize the scent of gunpowder and cheap shampoo.

(you’ll never admit it, but you’d raze cities for this guy. and he knows. he knows.)

you lay there, ear pressed to his chest like it’s the only compass you’ve ever needed, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. it’s too much. it’s not enough. your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt like you’re afraid the universe will yank this away any second—because it always does. because you’re the kid who crawled out of a battlefield that could've been his grave, the soldier cecil left behind, the ghost who burns too bright to keep. you don’t get this. not soft blankets on your back, not warm hands in your hair, not mark’s stupidly perfect ribs rising and falling beneath your cheek like some kind of prayer.

but for someone who’s never stayed in one place longer than a mission briefing, this feels like home. and that’s the most terrifying part.

the two of you stay like that for what feels like forever, mark combing his fingers through your hair like you’re something precious instead of something broken. your arms lock around his sinfully thin waist, pulling him closer with a quiet huff of contentment. you, who’ve bitten off threats with bloodied teeth and called it a smile, who wear your scars like armor—you melt against him. your usual sharp edges (the furrowed brow, the tension in your jaw, the always-ready-to-bite smirk) smooth out into something peaceful. something safe.

mark’s chest rumbles with a silent laugh beneath you. ha. knew you were a softie. he doesn’t say it out loud, but you feel it in the way his fingertips trace your scalp, in the way he presses his lips to your forehead like he’s sealing a promise.

and damn him for it, because he’s right. damn him for the way his hands fit against the notches of your spine like they were carved to hold ruin. damn him for how easy he makes it—to breathe, to stay, to believe the impossible truth that a heart as shattered as yours could still be something worth kissing.

damn him for the way his stupidly perfect smile slots between your ribs and into your heart every time he looks at you. those soft brown eyes that don’t just see you, but keep seeing you—past the bloodstains and the body count, through every lie you’ve ever worn like armor. his dark hair spills across the pillow like a piece of the night sky you’re allowed to touch, and isn’t that the cruelest joke? that someone made of starlight and second chances would choose to orbit a black hole like you?

damn him most of all for how he loves you. reckless and relentless, like his heart didn’t get the memo that yours is a crime scene. he pours love into you like it’s something you could deserve—overflowing and endless, while all you can give back are jagged pieces and residues of warmth and love, scraped raw from the ruins of you and in-between the cracks of your broken heart.

and the worst part? you’d let him ruin you like this forever.

(≧∇≦)ﾉ☆

it’s 2 AM, that cursed hour your body insists on waking to like clockwork, some leftover survival instinct from a life that demanded you sleep with one eye open. but tonight, the reason you’re awake is softer. warmer. mark’s chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, his breath steady as a metronome. you push up on one elbow, slow and careful, just enough to see his face in the blue-dark of the living room—all the daylight tension smoothed out of his features, his lips slightly parted, his stupidly long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

you stay like that, frozen in the quiet, staring with the kind of naked devotion that would’ve made your younger self sneer. pathetic, he’d have said. weak. but here, now, with no one to witness except the moon through the curtains, you let yourself look. let yourself want. your fingers itch to touch, so you do—trailing through his hair like you’re mapping the shape of something holy. his strands are stupidly soft between your calloused fingers, and when he sighs in his sleep, nuzzling unconsciously into your palm, your chest does something embarrassing.

you’re so fucked.

you should stop. you don’t. minutes stretch like taffy, sticky-sweet and endless, your thumb brushing his temple, the shell of his ear, the dip behind his jaw. you’re a thief memorizing the contours of a treasure you’ll never deserve. mark shifts, and for a heartbeat you think you’ve woken him—but no, he just turns his face into your wrist, his lips grazing your pulse point like an accidental kiss.

then his eyes flutter open.

and god, the way he looks at you—like you’re the first thing he wants to see every morning for the rest of his life, like he’s already dreaming and you’re the best part. his groggy smile is a knife between your ribs.

"morning, sleeping beauty," you murmur, your voice rough with something too close to worship. your fingers don’t stop moving through his hair, even as his arms tighten around you, pulling you down until your foreheads touch.

"what time is it?" he slurs, already half-asleep again.

you press a silent kiss to the corner of his mouth. "you don’t need to know." your hand slides down to cover his eyes, playful. "just... go back to sleep."

"no, no... it’s fine." mark’s voice is still thick with sleep, but his grip on your wrist is sure as he pulls your palm to his lips, pressing a kiss to the scar that cuts across it—the one you got the night you two met, back when you still pretended you weren’t impressed by him. he pushes up onto his elbows, his hair sticking up in every direction, and kisses your forehead like it’s a habit. "i know you wanna go for a ride. i’ll come with you."

and fuck. you’ve spent your whole life being looked at, not seen—except by him. your breath stutters, eyes wide as you stare at him like he’s just peeled back your ribs and counted every broken piece. what did i ever do to deserve you? you don’t say it, but your face must scream it, because mark just laughs softly, already tugging you off the couch with that stupidly chivalrous "up you go" grip he’s had since day one.

a year together, and it still hits you like a sucker punch: how easy this is for him. how he knows you better than you know yourself—knows that when the nightmares or the restlessness claw at you, your first instinct isn’t to talk, or fight, or drink. it’s to vanish into the city’s veins on your bike, let the wind rip the thoughts right out of your skull. and mark? he doesn’t ask. doesn’t lecture. just straps on his helmet like it’s the most natural thing in the world to chase your demons at 2 am.

"you’re buying the coffee after," you grumble, shoving his shoulder as you grab your keys off the counter.

mark grins, already toeing on his sneakers like a man who’s done this a hundred times. (he has.) "uh-huh. and you’re not gonna speed just to feel me cling to you like a scared koala."

"no promises, grayson."

wow. 2.3k words of pure sleep-deprived brainrot (are you sure?) at 2 am and somehow... it worked? i was absolutely COOKING while listening to "soft spot" by keshi on repeat - that song basically soundtracks the whole couch scene so please go give it a listen! we all deserve this exact brand of tender love in our lives (manifesting it right now for all of us) cause we know we all need that inVINCIDIH-

[sh4nksslvt]

shanks x reader with a cat-like or cat based zoan devil fruit?

sounds cool www

Claws, Cuddles, and Catnip Chaos

Shanks will do anything to win over the crew’s mischievous cat-like Devil Fruit user—even if it means competing with Benn and surviving a sneak-attack nap.

shanks x reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, light romance, nap cuddles, clingy antics, catnip a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing word count: 991

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

There were exactly three things the Red-Haired Pirates learned about you very quickly:

You were a certified menace in a cat’s body.

You had zero respect for personal space—unless it was Shanks’s.

You absolutely, unapologetically favored Benn Beckman.

"She purrs for you, Benn?! I've fed her, I've scratched her ears, I even gave her that weird fish jerky from Dressrosa!"

Shanks was sulking—again—as you laid sprawled across Benn’s lap like a lazy feline sunbathing, flicking your tail with royal indifference while he casually stroked between your ears.

“She lets me pet her when she’s in a good mood,” Benn replied calmly, taking a drag of his cigar. “Maybe try not throwing her off your shoulder when she lands there mid-meeting.”

“She knocked over seven mugs in ten seconds!”

“I was clearing the table for snacks,” you muttered, not opening your eyes.

“You yeeted a map. Into the ocean.”

You rolled onto your back, belly up, tail flicking toward Benn’s arm. “Benny understands me. Right, Benny?”

Benn chuckled, slow and satisfied. “You’re a little gremlin, but you’re my gremlin.”

Shanks practically burst into flames from jealousy. “That’s MY gremlin!”

"Ownership implies consent," you said, still not moving.

“You SLEPT ON HIS DESK FOR THREE HOURS!”

“I was asserting dominance.”

Shanks’s eye twitched.

Flashback: The “Desk Incident”

You’d sauntered into the war room mid-strategy meeting, tail high, whiskers twitching with curiosity. No one questioned it. You did this all the time.

Except this time, instead of knocking over a globe or licking a compass like a weirdo, you simply walked across the table, plopped down on Benn’s open map, and curled up into a ball.

Then you snored.

For three hours.

Shanks tried to nudge you off gently at first.

You bit him.

When Benn reached over and scratched your chin, you purred like a motorboat and flopped onto your side.

"Traitor," Shanks muttered.

Back to the Present

"Alright, that's it," Shanks declared, standing on a barrel dramatically. "From now on, I'm enacting Operation: Make Cat Fall in Love with Me."

Benn raised an eyebrow. "That’s the name you’re going with?"

"YES," Shanks snapped. "Step one: catnip. Step two: fish. Step three: ultimate snuggles."

"She’ll see right through it," Benn said, but he was smirking.

You stretched and yawned loudly. “I can hear you, you know.”

“I’m not hiding it!” Shanks declared. “I’m wooing you.”

“Woo me and you die.”

“You’re saying that now,” he said, pointing dramatically. “But just wait.”

Operation: Catastrophic Success

Step one was—predictably—catnip.

You were wise to his games this time, narrowing your eyes at the sprig he dangled like a bribe.

“I’m not falling for it again.”

“Come on,” Shanks wheedled. “Just a sniff.”

“Nope.”

Shanks leaned in, holding it under your nose like a shady merchant. “High-quality, imported, no sticks.”

You hissed and batted it out of his hand.

Then you lunged and stuffed it in your shirt.

“…I said I wasn’t falling for it, not that I was above stealing it.”

Shanks blinked. “...Fair.”

Step Two: Fish Diplomacy

Shanks cooked. Personally.

The crew avoided the galley like it was on fire.

When you walked in, the smell of something vaguely edible reached your nose. Shanks stood with a crooked smile, apron inside out, face smudged with flour, and a suspiciously burnt fish in hand.

“For you.”

You sniffed it.

You stared.

“Did… did you use rum instead of oil?”

“I panicked!”

You padded over to Benn and took the jerky he always kept in his coat pocket.

Shanks’s soul left his body.

Step Three: Ultimate Snuggles

It happened completely by accident.

You were curled up on your usual sunspot near the helm, tail twitching softly as the Red Force cut through calm seas. You’d been lounging near Benn earlier, of course, but he’d gone to smoke and you felt… restless.

The sun was warm.

The wind was soft.

Shanks was lying in the hammock like a lounging idiot, one leg up, book on his face, softly snoring.

And for some reason, your legs just walked over. Your ears twitched. Your instincts went haywire.

And before you could even think, you leapt into the hammock like a heat-seeking missile and curled up on his chest.

Shanks woke with a loud OOF.

He froze.

He blinked up through his book… and found you, kneading his chest absentmindedly, eyes already half-lidded, clearly ready for a nap.

“Wha…”

“Shh,” you mumbled. “You’re warm. Good pillow.”

He nearly died on the spot.

She’s on me, he thought. She chose ME. Over Benn.

He let his arm slowly wrap around you like he was defusing a bomb. Then he just laid there, stiff as a board, trying not to breathe too loudly.

When Benn walked by and raised a brow, Shanks grinned like a victorious maniac.

“She came to me,” he mouthed.

Benn just puffed his cigar and said, “Try not to scare her off.”

“She’s purring,” Shanks whispered smugly. “She likes me now.”

“I give it five minutes before she sneezes and claws your face.”

Five Minutes Later

You sneezed violently.

Your claws came out.

“OH GOD MY NIPPLE.”

Later That Night

You sat on the railing, brushing your tail as the moonlight washed over the deck. Shanks sat nearby, nursing his dignity and some scratch marks under his shirt.

“…Still worth it,” he mumbled.

You side-eyed him. “You’re a masochist.”

“I like a challenge.”

You flicked his forehead with your tail. “You’re annoying.”

He grinned. “But you like me.”

“…No comment.”

You hopped off the rail and stretched. Then, casually, you flopped down and laid your head in his lap.

He froze again.

“…Are you trying to kill me with happiness?”

You yawned. “You’re comfy. Better than your fish, that’s for sure.”

He beamed.

“You like me more than Benn?”

“Don’t push it.”

“But—”

You shot him a glare. “I will go scratch his beard and nap in his bunk again.”

Shanks shut up real fast.

“…I’ll take the win.”

[doodleferp]

Cara and Miguel Starter Pack

So let me start from the beginning one last time. Once upon a time, Cara was yeeted into Earth-928 thanks to some fucky Lovecraftian nonsense from her fucky Lovecraftian dimension. After meeting Miguel, who was a baby Spider-Man back then, Cara was denied access back to her world thanks to some sibling disputes. She spun a little web of lies for Miguel’s then-fianceé Dana, and they took pity on her and decided to help her out. I’m pretty sure you know the rest. They moved her in with Dana, saved the city, humorously acclimated Cara to the city, buried Dana, got married to get Cara a green card, and ended up actually falling in love.

This works off of a timeline of events that I established myself and it's subject to change if more information from the films comes out. General consensus is that Miguel was born in 2070, so he was 29 when he got his powers IN 2099. But since he’s 35 in AtSV, that means about six years have passed since then.

Cara is five foot even. She’s a tiny little thing who has the love of a fucking giant. As the tall one, Miguel is often asked to help get things from places she can’t reach. But instead of grabbing the thing like a normal person, Miguel grabs Cara under her arms, lifts her up, and holds her up so she’s the perfect height to grab the thing herself. He does this everywhere. The apartment, the Spider Society, the grocery store, his office at Alchemax, etc.

Cara likes to wear a helmet instead of a mask because she’s being tossed around constantly and feels safer with that kind of head protection. Miguel, however, fucking hates the helmet and takes every opportunity to show Cara his Pepe Silvia board about why she should trade it out for the mask he made her. Cara will sit patiently through all of it, and then she’ll go “Would you like me to crack my head open?” And he shuts up for another week. (Oh, he also made her current suit all by himself.)

These two are like...so gossipy Mostly Miguel, but Cara indulges him a lot. Ofc they have those bedtime pillow talks where they're both reading or Miggy's on his laptop and they'll go on about something someone did that day. They'll be swinging through the city and talking shit about Internet drama or some dweeb from a restaurant. Miguel will hit her up on his lunch hour and give her all the Alchemax tea, complete with examining his nails like the mean popular girl from a Disney Channel Original Movie. If he thinks someone's eavesdropping, he'll start talking in really fast Spanish so they can't get what he's saying. Needless to say, Cara had to learn Spanish really fast just to keep up with him.

They both adore snuggling. Miguel is like Cara’s weighted blanket and she can’t sleep without him anymore because he just envelops her (Fig 1). He’ll spoon her, he’ll let her sleep on his chest and hold her there. He’ll do everything short of actually sleeping on top of her (Fig 2) and he does that at least once a month. However, he always wakes up at 4 AM to use the bathroom, and Cara always wakes up because she no longer has her big warm blanket man. Thankfully, she goes right back to sleep once he comes back to bed. It’s to the point where they have trouble sleeping without the other in the bed because Cara needs the weight on her and Miguel needs something to cuddle.

Since Cara and her sisters got some fucky eldritch nonsense going on with their blood, they…I guess a bit more compatible with other dimensions. They can’t travel between them at will, of course, but they don’t glitch because they got that interdimensional cosmic horror in em. When Miguel somehow starts monitoring the ItSV movie, he’s flabbergasted when he sees the other Spiders glitching and he goes to Cara like “these people are literally dying and it hasn’t been a week, how the shock did you survive SIX YEARS”.

Cara’s actually good at a lot of household chores, so she offers to help around the apartment when she isn’t working. And thanks to Spider nonsense, she can get really thorough with it. Miguel has come home multiple times to see her standing on the ceiling changing light bulbs or cleaning something on the ceiling. It saves him tons since he got to opt out of the building's cleaning service, but it still gives him a heart attack every now and then.

They have had long arguments about whether or not killing spiders counts as murder since they’re both half-spider. Cara scoops them up on a piece of paper and puts them out the window or something. Miguel just puts them out of their misery.

As I’m sure everyone reading this has deduced, these two are a very...hands-on couple. They have been banned from being in the Spider Society’s gym at the same time because of it. As in "when one of them goes in, the other is automatically locked out" kind of banned. Thank Peter B for that -- as in, genuinely thank him because he's saved a lot of minors from seeing a couple spider mutants getting freaky.

Not exactly shippy, but Miguel and Cara's sister Cadence do not get along. At all. They hate each other with a burning passion. Cadence is positive he's that archetypical dudebro who's going to drag Cara down, and Miguel is rightfully pissed that she's hostile to him for existing. Cara unfortunately has to get in the middle of them and keep things calm, and thankfully Miguel is willing to make an effort. Cadence is less than accommodating though, so the occasional cross-dimensional family visits are always interesting.

c. doodleferp, 2024. do not steal or repost.

[peaches2217]

i know people like peach proposing to Mario but just listen-

i rly need to see headcanons of mario trying to propose and being nervous as FUCK nearly passing out

and trying to make it perfect and peach is already loving it and he barely got 3 words out of his speech

Yes yes yes yes YES yes yes YES yes yes yes

Toadsworth has been getting teary-eyed and telling Peach out of nowhere how she’s grown and how proud of her he is. She knows based on that alone that a proposal is imminent (and that Mario asked for Toadsworth’s blessing ahead of time, and if she didn’t already love him enough…); when Toadette and Daisy insist she dress up for what’s supposed to be a casual date (“Just for funsies!”), and when she shows up to find Mario in neatly pressed jeans and a clean button-up, hatless and gloveless, she knows exactly what’s going down.

He’s awfully jittery considering they’re just having a picnic at Shooting Star Summit, fumbling the plates, talking way more than usual, downing an entire glass of champagne in one go before pouring himself a second serving. Peach, equally jittery, pretends not to notice, because she knows he wants to make this perfect.

Eventually he invites her to stand at the edge of the summit so they can watch the sunset, and after a few moments of silence he starts prattling, slow and stilted, about how lovely the scenery looks from here, and how he loves this place both for its beauty and because it’s where he met her, and how he’s so glad he can stand at her side, because they’ve been through so much together and he loves her, and he wants to watch sunsets with her at his side for a very long time, like forever long… the sun’s nearly gone by the time he gets to the point, and Peach just lets him babble on until he’s ready, tears in her eyes, because for how uncertain his wording is, it’s clear every word comes from the deepest depths of his heart.

He finally gets the nerve to look at her, his face filled with both trepidation and excitement, and Peach just nods at him with the biggest smile; realizing that 1.) she knows what he’s about to ask and 2.) her answer will be yes, he gets that last burst of confidence he needs to get on one knee, offer her a tiny pale sapphire set into a silver band, and ask if she’ll let him stand at her side forever.

What follows is a lot of laughter, a lot of tears, a lot of kisses placed all over each other’s faces, because this has been a long time coming and it was absolutely perfect and Mario’s just! Just so happy he didn’t screw anything up! And that lasts until he goes to put the ring on her finger… and realizes it’s no longer in his hand.

Let this be a cautionary tale: if you propose at the summit of a mountain, make sure the ring is securely on your partner’s finger BEFORE you throw yourselves at each other in an impassioned embrace. Or maybe just don’t propose someplace where you risk mistakenly yeeting said ring to its doom a hundred yards down.

They find the ring safe and unscathed some layers below where they were standing! And even if they hadn’t, Peach would’ve been no less overjoyed for the incident, but that doesn’t stop Mario from issuing a hundred thousand apologies to her over the course of the next week.

[pixelagames2000]

Hay, Decided to remake my OC character sheet, Added some extra stuff.

I gave her two weapons, a retractable Paton, and a katana. I also decided to give her an elemental power (since, some bots have that too) I felt like giving her water powers, since I think it fits her. Her special attack is the Aqua pole, in combat she can Extend her Paton, and charge it with some water, it can hit the opponent rapidly in quick attacks, not as powerful as others, but still effective. Once it hit the opponent, it unleashes a powerful splash or wave that can yeet opponents far enough away, and if executed properly, it can even incapacitate them. Her alt mode is a mini cooper, around the same size as Bluecop and Wild Guardys alt modes, but slightly smaller. She’s also just a little bit smaller and shorter than them, reaching halfway up their shoulder.

(Background and Personality) Back on Mechina she was an artisan, just working on her craft as a student. But before she could graduate, and fully start her career, the planet was destroyed and everyone evacuated. She drifted through space, until eventually landed on earth, wondering around the planet until the Star guardians found her. She didn’t actually fight them, or resist them, she was actually very understanding and cooperative (which blue was very pleased with) she was however hesitant about letting Jun take her in and turning into a card for him to use, she has nothing against the kid, she just thinks it’s odd and unwise to let a kid be responsible for them and wield the watch band card reader thing (i don’t know what it’s called) why should their fate be trusted to a child? It just didn’t make any sense to her. Especially the fact that their freedom was being taken, of course she could see that Jun wasn’t that kind of person, he cares deeply about the Metal Cardbots, he doesn’t force them to do anything unless it’s dire. Eventually, after a lot of thinking (and some spark to spark talk from Bluecop) she excepts this, and let’s jun capture her in a card. He promises her that he’ll be kind, gentle, and patient with her, not making her do anything unless it’s absolutely necessary, she excepts it, and is happy to be apart of the Star guardian family.

As for her personality, she’s…(Autistic), Quiet, serious, sensitive, and kind. Does not like conflict, and is unlikely to do things which may generate conflict. Can be seen as cold or aloof, but she’s not actually like that (she’s a mix of cold and soft). Honest, loyal, faithful, compassionate, Wise but still naive, stoic and reserved, but still pleasant and friendly. Optimistic, creative, intelligent, shy, bold, brave, adventurous, caring, spunky, feisty when she needs to be, sassy, can do attitude (but can sometimes take charge), basically a type 5 or an ISFP. She’s good at problem solving, navigating, working with electronics, artistic, and she’s a good listener, she always tries to be supportive and helpful to her friends, she’s also a rule follower, if the rules are fair and just and logical, she’ll follow them.

She’s also got a small little crush on Bluecop, but she’s too shy to show or say anything about it, she’s not the best at showing love and affection to others. She also struggles with reading people, understanding social cues, and she can be a little too trusting of others, so much so that she struggles seeing red flags. So, the others look out for her, and warn her about any potential dangers. She’s still growing and learning, still finding her place amongst the star guardians, and still figuring out her new life on earth. But, she knows who she is, she knows what she stands for, and she stands firmly in her beliefs and opinions (she can be stubborn at times, but she’s not opposed to listening and understanding others point of view or opinions) she’ll always Stan for what is right, she always tries to do the right thing. Despite her shortcomings, she tries her best, she’s a good friend.

Ok, that’s pretty much everything! Sorry about the long paragraphs ^^, I hope you enjoyed this tho!

[inyujidraws]

2nd | 3rd

Creon got yeeted into 1st millenium BC and eventually up becomes friends with Lucifer & Lilith. Lucifer makes Creon his first ever paladin for her task of hunting down dark artifacts and grimoires.

Thanx everyone who came to the streams. Twitch streams every Saturday

For nearly 2 millennia, Creon hoped of reaching her actual future time of 2085 or at least make sure her corpse won’t be dug up and kick-start an early bio-weapon war. During those years she has accumulated knowledge, learning more languages, picking up trades and practices, and expanding her culinary expertise. She fully honed her meta-mutant abilities.

Eventually she was caught by some magicians who were planning to summon the devil. They trapped her with magic and used innocent hostages to force her compliance. The summoning backfired and killed summoners, including the hostages, sadly.

Lucifer was really shocked when he first saw Creon and almost confused her for a demon. He helped heal Creon and Creon simply explained the situation she got caught in. Creon makes a deal with Lucifer to make sure her body would be wiped from existence once she died. In return, she hunts down all demonic artifacts and grimoires for disposal. Lucifer has gotten tired of a$$hole humans summoning him for power or other evil business.

Creon also felt sorry for Lucifer and used occasional summoning as an excuse to let him see more of Earth and the good in humanity, and just hang out.

Lilith will be suspicious of Lucifer’s recent deal and how this “human” is putting him in more good moods. She decides to confront Creon through Lucifer’s connection, only to end up befriending Creon as well. Creon will find ways to summon both Lucifer and Lilith to Earth for visits and just to hang out.

When Creon had troubles with facing some witches, Lucifer assigned Paimon to teach Creon magic. Paimon found the task demeaning and below his station and was a condescending ba$tard. Creon didn’t want to insult Lucifer’s choice in tutors since Paimon was a trusted advisor and magic practitioner. Still she asked for a different tutor, and Paimon threw one of his least impressive sons into the proverbial fire. Paimon will regret this decision in the future.

Cyrus is weakest in magic strength, but his intellect is well known. Paimon believed him to be a good pawn to sacrifice. Both Cyrus and Creon became friends and helped each other grow. While Creon won’t be powerful in magic, she can detect, read, and intercept spells and rituals. She mastered a few favored spells but that's it. It’s given her a leg-up when facing ego-maniacal witches who expect a meat-headed barbarian.

Cyrus benefited the most since Creon has shared stories and ideas from pop culture and media from the early 2000s and her time. Cyrus gained enough knowledge to work around his weak magic and eventually become a powerful artificer and spell-crafter on his own merit. He will become crucial in the developing of Hell in the future.

Lucifer and Lilith will witness a lot of good and bad on Earth, and the wonders and progress of ingenuity and innovation. Creon’s unyielding loyalty and focus on her task will endear her to them more. Lucifer will officially make Creon his first ever paladin (an inside joke about the Christian religion that was dominant during the Medieval ages). With time, the escapades and feats of the Devil’s Paladin will be infamous in Hell.

On down times Creon will tell stories of her life from her future time and during the past millennia and sharing ideas of what to expect in the future. She’ll listen to their problems and offer whatever input and advice she can. She’s witnessed and experienced a lot in the past millennia. Enough time for her to work through her own past traumas and accepting her new life as an almost ageless immortal. Creon was merely existing and wasting time while hoping that her existence doesn’t break the timeline.

Now she’s grateful for the end goal, a purpose to work towards, and she’s made friends that she can be truly honest with. She has always felt like “other” compared to everyone in the past millennia. She can look forward to an afterlife with friends who accept ALL of her.

I’m debating if her task takes more than a century or if she finally dies in the early 1800s. She is globe-trotting wiping out evil magicians, but she still goes out of her way to help people that desperately need aid. She’s also harassed by occasional angels that try to “save” her by offering an out from the “Devil’s Deal.” The fact that Creon is cleansing evil artifacts from Earth doesn’t even factor in their minds, because a mortal dealing with the Devil is instant bad news.

To the end of her task and being on death’s door, Creon vehemently rejected Heaven’s offer to switch. She finally faced death willingly and happily to start a new afterlife with friends who are waiting for her.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 16 Yule Pay For This + clearup post

I apologize for yesterday. I was caught up in a lot of unwanted drama. I'm still trying to get things settled.

One thing I want to make clear though which I think was misunderstood - I am not opposed to spam-reblogging. It doesn't hurt anyone and I wasn't actually part of the post regarding it. It was a misunderstanding, and I did not oblige that post nor did I want to be referenced in it.

On a less serious note

I am very happy to see that the murdle underdogs me and @royalleblue are up on the tag!! <3 I LOV YOU BLUE!!!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Poor Gico tries to sleep through the morning again. But he’s interrupted (shocker)!

VIOLET: Wake up, sleepyhead! LOGICO: …I thought for sure Christmas would be the last of these ‘holiday parties’...  VIOLET: NOPE! It’s time for Yule! LOGICO: …The fuck is Yule- VIOLET: We’re all gathering to one of my huge mega-mansions in the coldest part of Drakonia! To feel more ‘authentic’.

An episode title that ends in ‘for this’? Surely my precious chonkers must be there!

Why of course, along with the measly Flint and the emotionless Celadon. They’re all standing on the roof, freezing, with a single heater.

LOGICO: Lovely. So… what is Yule. VIOLET: I dunno! Probably just celebrating the cold. LOGICO: But it shouldn’t be cold, it’s almost summer. VIOLET: Not here it’s not! This place is freezing year-round.

The only things around are a stand for ‘drinks’ and empty space, which Violet has dubbed a ‘dance floor’. They all stand around the heater.

VIOLET: This is fun!! Right?? FLINT: Fun. Want to know that word origin… CHALK: …no… LOGICO: WHAT IS YULE?!?

He’s so bored, he falls asleep against the heater and very nearly catches fire. He wakes up to Violet screaming at him.

VIOLET: WAKE UP!!!

Logico sees that the heater is now broken, and there’s also a dead mechanic beside it. Everyone is shivering. Flint has icicles growing on him! 

VIOLET: Okay. Logico, you deal with the murder, everyone else, we’ll warm up better if we move around! CHALK: …or we go home… VIOLET: PARDON? CHALK: NAAAAAAAAAA-

Flint tries some breakdancing moves to ‘break’ the ice. (So many puns in one!) He’s not good.

CELADON: Snowball fight. That’s exercise.

She yeets a snowball from nowhere at the little guy. He ducks, and it explodes in flames when it hits the ground!

FLINT: WHAT THE FUCK? 

Chalk is holding a log, which is suspicious. He’s also eating it, which is… also suspicious, I guess?

LOGICO: The fuck are you doing? CHALK: I don’t know how long she’ll keep me here, and I CAN’T have one of those ‘drinks’ as sustenance!

Celadon monotonously chugs one and then throws up off the edge. Not only is that the most ‘emotion’ she’s ever shown, but that’s the third time someone’s barfed onscreen in just the second book!

Irratino gets a note in the mail from Flint. He has to do some research into Yule, and discovers a vital clue that could save Logico. He tries over and over to radio the island! And he just can’t reach…

Logico uncovers the truth without him.

CHALK: [scream!!!]  LOGICO: You can’t play the victim card now! CELADON: Fucking Christ, Logico. LOGICO: …Alright that was a little tasteless. CHALK: Oh, oh, oh, I hate this cold! So much… but when the mechanic came to fix the heater, he slipped a manuscript into my bag! 

He shows it off. “The Joys of Heater Repair - p.s., publish me plz”

CHALK: NAAAAAAAA! I hate when they do that! Even more than the cold! So I FREAKED OUT!! And I’m sorry… 

Logico snorts in disbelief. But not really.

CHALK: …I should go…

He slowly inches to the stairs, but Violet and the others take a vote. Since he is the only warm-blooded creature there, they agree that he should stay.

CHALK: …Oh. Hooray…

Everyone has to hold onto him for warmth. And it makes him so uncomfortable…

The end!

Mai precious chonkers <3

Warning abalone is in the next episode

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 12

The weirdest things happen at the community centres

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

With Reece in class Samir heads to the rec centre to meet up with his adopted brother Kawikani. Kawikani is feeling a bit neglected lately as their mum has gotten married and has less time to spend on them. Samir has invited him to work out as that’s the only thing he can think of doing where he won’t have to talk much.

Following class Reece has booked the gym to host a guided meditation but something tells him to go to the bathrooms first. From a side room it’s clear that someone is crying in the closet.

Reece: Uh… hello?

?: *sobbing* Go away

Reece: Do you need help

?: *sobbing* You can’t help me

Reece: How do you know if you won’t let me try

?: *sniffling* No one cares about me

Reece: I’m sure that’s not true

Reece: Just come out and we can talk about it

?: *sniffling* fine

Reece waits patiently and from the closet emerges everyone’s favourite neighbourhood aromantic, Joey.

Reece: Joey? That was you? What were you crying about?

Joey: The watcher doesn’t love me anymore

Reece: But Deanna always says you love the watcher

Joey: Of course I do, but she doesn’t love me

Reece: That’s why you’re sad?

Joey: No it’s not

Joey: *huffs* I’m sad because she put the Hopes and Fears mod back. Do you know what that does? It made everyone feel utterly unfulfilled and depressed because this save has been running for so long that all the background sims have low fulfillment from not being played and able to complete their whims. You’re active at the moment so she’s cleared it for you

Reece nods as if he understands but he has no idea what Joey is on about.

Joey: But she forgot she has meaningful stories! So she sees me spawn and clears fulfillment but I still have lingering sadness! It’s not fair! If she loved me she would yeet that mod out of the folder

Reece: Joey, let’s just take a step back and breathe

Reece: We both believe the watcher exists, to varying degrees, but don’t you think that if they're out there they will look after you in the long run

Joey: You’re right. Now that she’s seen me suffer she’ll delete it, I’m one tier below Devin after all

Reece: *still confused* right… Hey, I’m doing a meditation class, why don’t you come join and chill out huh

Joey: You’re right bro, you’re right. No chick will bang me if I cry all the time

Reece and Joey head towards the gym. Samir ropes Kawikani into the meditation and looks like Calista and Luna are here to!

Back home Samir cleans out the fridge and accidentally breaks the sink.

Samir: Fudge it!

Reece: You good?

Samir: Darn strength got the best of me

Reece: You’re a werewolf, it happens

Samir: No, it can’t happen. I need to know what my strength is doing

Reece: Are you worried about hurting me

Samir: I’m always worried about hurting you, that’s why I plan. Unexpected strength surges are hard to fit in to plans

Reece: Well if you really don’t want to hurt me…

Samir: What is it?

Reece: It’s the season premiere of Harrow Hospital tonight… if we got a TV we could watch it

Samir: You want a TV?

Reece: Not a big one but I am a geek and geeks like screens

Reece: And if you were serious about having my friends over-

Samir: I was

Reece: Then what better activity than a TV premiere?

Samir: Okay I hear you, what kind of tv do you want

Reece: Something that matches the vibe of the house. I’ve got to run to class, bye! Love you

He sprints out the door before Samir can tell him he has no idea about electronics. Luckily, someone else does. He calls up Deanna who is happy to help advise, even if she can’t believe they don’t need the fanciest model.

When he gets back Reece is delighted to see the TV perched in the corner of the lounge.

Reece: You got it for me!

Samir: Of course I did. What you want, you get. You ran out the door before I could say I love you to

Reece: You big softie

Samir: For you? *whispers* I’ll always be hard

Reece: *blushes* We better get some dinner ready, they’ll be here soon

Deanna arrives and excitedly tells Tamika and Noe that despite appearances this tv model can get all the network channels and has wifi for direct streaming of Harrow Hospital.

Samir hasn’t seen the previous seasons so Reece gives him character recaps for everyone that appears on screen.

Noe: Why invite us to watch if you’re going to talk the entire time

Reece: I just want Samir to be able to enjoy it

Tamika: Don’t worry, data wise Dr Hot should be taking his shirt off in the next two and a half minutes

Samir: Boring, I prefer blondes

Noe: *whispers to Deanna* He doesn’t mean me right

Deanna: Of course he doesn’t, he’s got Reece

Noe: Are you saying I’m unattractive

Tamika: SHHHH! The shirt is coming off

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[exitpursuedbyasloth]

Radovid?? Fucking RADOVID? WHY?

With S3 of The Witcher rapidly approaching, I find myself consumed with questions of....fucking RADOVID? WHY? Why him, of all people? I do not trust the Netflix Witcher writers one iota, but especially not when they go looking for a male love interest for Jaskier, they end up choosing Radovid. And have to radically age him up just to be a love interest Of all the characters, why choose Radovid? It’s like sand in my earball. It makes no fucking sense. They must have a reason, a motivation, for him over any other male character (unless they literally just yoinked his name out of a hat). So what made them, what is unique about Radovid that they want to add to the series and yeet into Jaskier’s bed? He’s the prince, then the King, of Redania, and Jaskier has connections to Redanian government with Dijkstra. He was briefly betrothed to Ciri as a child, but that was broken by his father (I believe this will be cut from the show, given he’s much older and a second son). He and his father (now brother) were manipulated by Phillipa, with it starting when he was child (still possible even with his aging up). And Radovid becomes a genocidal fascist who persecutes and slaughters elves, sorceresses, and other non-humans and magical folk, inspired by his hatred of Phillipa’s manipulation and influence (this is from the games, but is hinted at at the end of the books, though he’s still a child then). They could radically alter Radovid, sure, but A.) why call him Radovid at all, and B.) they still had to choose him from all their canon male characters to chose from, so what made them choose HIM above all others? There are plenty of nobles Jaskier could get with, if the goal was to have a noble with some power on their side. So Radovid isn’t singular in that regard. So, was their reasoning behind Radovid being Jaskier’s lover because he’s Redanian nobility and Jaskier works for the Redanian Intelligence Network? Is Jaskier being sent to honeypot Radovid, keep an eye on him and/or spy on him? Although Phillipa does seem to confront Jaskier at one point, it doesn’t immediately appear that way, they seem to be framing the romance as genuine, but they could be misleading us and it is a possibility. Which would be...christ like maybe a very competent team of writers could pull of this storyline, but not from the people who brought us Tree-Eskel and Yenn trying to sacrifice Ciri for her own gain and drunk hooker party at Kaer Morhen the super secret Witcher fortress lol let’s laught about how they’re too drunk to remember where they are...which is too drunk to consent...lol tits! Or is it that they want to connect Radovid to Jaskier because of what Radovid will become in the near future, to his brutal suppression of non-humans and magical humans, his bloody campaign against them? That is Radovid’s most prominent feature, what he is most known for, what makes him stand out from other potential candidates. Is this why? Is it supposed to be irony, since Jaskier is the Sandpiper, and rescues persecuted non-humans? Do they want Jaskier’s relationship to put Ciri and Geralt at risk, will his choice of bedmate endanger them, for added cheap drama? Will Radovid be seducing Jaskier under false pretenses, attempting to get close to Ciri or Geralt to hurt them, as hinted at in the leaked audition scene where Radovid mentions Ciri to Jaskier, tells him to bring her to Redania she’ll be safe here, while Jaskier lies and says he hasn’t seen her for years. Will Jaskier end up trusting him, bringing Ciri to him only for it to all go pear-shaped? Will the narrative blame Jaskier for what Radovid does to his friends, was it even necessary to drag him into it, as Radovid probably would have targeted them anyway? Or will Jaskier leave Radovid for his Gang of Non-Human and Magical Friends, thus spurning on Radovid’s genocide in the first place, cause Jaskier ‘betrayed’ him in his eyes? Which has got to be the most garbage option and I sure hope this isn’t it, this is below even what I think the Netflix Witcher writers are capable of. And there is always the possibility that there is no reason, they literally just picked a name and ran with it, who gives a shit what it means, they don’t have time to think things through and write and rewrite, not when there are slow-mo action shots to shoot and tits to shoehorn in and rapey fathers to give Father of the Year awards to. Things just happen in this show, with little rhyme or reason. The S3 trailers look even worse, a sad desperately flashy spectacle that fails to be spectacular. I don’t trust these writers to do anything good with this romance, I honestly don’t expect anything from this plotline other than to marvel at their ability to make bisexual rep feel a bit like a hate crime.

[barbwillbrb]

Finally finished my full playthrough of BG3. Here be my thoughts:

For context, I had been sitting on my first playthrough for a month, as I had 4 huge fights left that I was putting off and little else left (Orin, Ansur, House of Hope, and the last battle). I did start a second playthrough in the interim, getting that character to the Gauntlet of Shar, then decided to go back to finish my OG character. I finally finished the game a couple days ago and have been collecting my thoughts. Here are some resolutions from my playthrough and thoughts on the game/characters:

1. First, here is my first Tav— Quil, a nonbinary tiefling Bard with very high charisma. I adore the character creator, but have one gripe— why can’t we yeet the titties in the vanilla creator (I know there are mods)? I want no titties please.

2. I did not get the Volo eye during my first run; Quil knew a bad idea when they saw one (my second Tav, Rackal, not so much). Quil also didn’t fuck with the Necromancy of Thay.

3. Scratch and owlbear cub made it all the way to the end!

4. Fucked up Auntie Ethel’s quest and got Mayrina killed.

5. Minthara was killed (I only recently fully learned how non-lethal attacks work).

6. It was really hard for me to pick a romance; I spent a good hour loading/reloading the tiefling party to go through my options (everyone but Gale and Wyll were interested, as I was specifically playing a character who wasn’t openly flirting with anyone; I wanted to see what characters came to me first. That said, I had to keep pushing Lae’zel back because girl wanted me within moments of meeting). Karlach ended up stealing my heart; I adore her.

7. I also had Halsin join us. I don’t see a lot of talk about KarlachxTavxHalsin on here, and it kinda bums me out; I was sold on the polycule when KarlachxHalsin started flirting with each other.

8. As a high-charisma character, Act 2 was my favorite, especially when it came to Yurgir. I did not know you could talk your way out of that fight completely; I think I was as shocked as Astarion when it worked. I’ve never seen a game where you could just… talk people to death. It was amazing.

9. Speaking of Act 2, Ketheric Thorm’s introduction is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. It was perfect at conveying the magnanimity of the situation.

10. I got everyone’s happy endings I think. Wyll, Karlach and I went to Avernus and are kicking ass, Gale is a professor/crown destroyed, and Astarion did not ascend/spawn were spared (the Gur letter at the epilogue is AMAZING). Shadowheart turned away from Shar, but her parents died so she could be free; she has the owlbear cub though, so I think she’ll be okay.

11. I don’t understand the whole “Wyll can’t make a decision” discourse. I get the issue with the pact scene (I can’t remember if I had the option to let him choose, but we worked with Mizora), but people make it out like he doesn’t make any decisions about his future at all in the game. I was able to leave the Blade of Avernus/Duke decision to him, and he chose the Blade. He had some cool dialog about the decision as well.

12. The goddamn Orpheus vs. Emperor choice is about the dumbest thing ever. I feel like if you maintained an overall positive relationship with the Emperor and managed to pull Lae’zel away from Vlaakith, I think there should be an opportunity to break Orpheus free and convince him to join you WITHOUT the Emperor turning tail to the Netherbrain. You should be able to free Orpheus and then have another high persuasion check to get him to stand down/join you. I feel that given the severity of the current situation, Orpheus would accept joining forces if it meant no additional mindflayers be made. Just the fact the Emperor goes by, Orpheus gets freed, and someone has to become a mindflayer is just…. Frustrating at best.

13. I think that regardless if romanced or not, a Lae’zel with high/exceptional approval who turned from Vlaakith is in love with Tav. The emotion in her goodbye at the docks is so powerful.

14. Similarly, I think the same can be said for Shadowheart (if turned away from Shar/had high approval).

15. The Dribbles quest sucked, but worth it just to make Lucretious happy/have her say nice things to me.

16. The character that grew on me the most was Astarion. I honestly didn’t like him too much, but his growth over Acts 2 and 3 really changed my mind. Plus, when I met Yenna, he actually gave approval towards any means of helping her— I was SHOOK.

17. I think the Orin kidnapping would be more impactful if your love interest was taken instead (the angst/race against the clock would be amazing). I also think that if one of the tadpole crew gets taken, the fact that Orin doesn’t have one should tell someone something’s up.

18. My favorite companion is tied between Karlach and Lae’zel. Karlach is so optimistic/stands true to herself despite the bullshit she goes through, and Lae’zel character growth is spectacular.

19. My least favorite companion is Shadowheart, although she’s beginning to grow on me. It’s just that some of her offhand comments are so off-putting in a real hypocritical way. For example, the “I didn’t expect to feel empathy towards refugees” thing is really hard to ignore.

20. My favorite NPCs are, in no particular order, Ketheric Thorm, Rolan, Yurgir, Omeluum, Blurg, Lucretious, Barcus Wroot, Auntie Ethel and Mol.

21. My least favorite NPCs are Gortash (I think he is a great villain, but he’s the kind of manipulative, opportunistic evil that makes my skin crawl), Wulburn Bongle and honestly most of the creche. Also that lady who’s mean to the dogs, but I nuked her with fireball and don’t see her as much if an NPC.

22. WHY CAN’T I ADOPT THE FUCKING CATS?

[witchofthemidlands]

Thanks to a ✨depression haze✨ taking its sweet time to vamoosh from my mind i am only now able to form words about the Doctor Who trailer.

Fifteen has been in the grand total of the last quarter of The Giggle, The Church On Ruby Road & (2) trailers & he’s my second favourite Doctor of all time. I. Love. This. Version. Abolish UNIT's flooring king & leave the bill for your younger self <3 Every time I think of Fifteen, I think back to 2021 where me & my housemate were standing in the kitchen saying based on our mutual love for Eric Effiong that Ncuti Gatwa would be a good Doctor Who.

THE MUSIC 🎵 CHANGES🎵 honestly I went feral as soon as it started playing. For YEARS I have associated different Bowie songs with Twelve, Bill Potts & Danny Pink so I was screeching like a person deranged.

Will say though considering The Goblin Song, the musical notes around Ruby & the trip to The Beatles I wonder if music will play a core theme in this season? Little things like words on posters & names said aloud throughout the first RTD era turned out to be vital elements so I’m wondering if we’ll get something similar like that again.

VERY happy to see Cherry & Carla back. I always thought they would be seeing as RTD clearly loves his companions to have families & love that he’s returned to writing about & showing the importance of found/adoptive families like he did for The Sarah Jane Adventures 😊 did not get great vibes from the “I’m still her mum, I need to know she’ll be ok.” Line & the promise but again it’s RTD’s writing, he made it seem like Rose & Donna would be dead within their respective seasons & both of them are thriving with their respective versions of the Doctor.

THE SHOT OF HOLOGRAM!TEN/METATEN/FOURTEEN/FOURTENTH?!? love them, love him LOVE THEM but I hope it's just an image or someone flickering through & showing Fifteen pictures of his past selves like they’ve done in The Eleventh Hour, Nightmare In Silver, Twice Upon A Time, The Timeless Children etc & not a “Fifteen & Fourteen work on a UNIT mission together via holograms.” To me at least, it seems a little too soon to do another multi Doctor story especially when it’s only Fifteen’s first season.

THE CALLBACK TO MARTHA JONES & BILL POTTS WORRYING ABOUT STEPPING ON THE BUTTERFLY 😂🤩😂 me & my mum laughed so hard at this but at the same time, it’s adding to my theory that “doing the salt” at the edge of the universe IS responsible for myths/legends/theories actually happening in the Whoniverse now like the salt, the bi-regeneration, The Goblin King because in the song there’s a line that gave me this theory the “he’s not a myth, he’s an actual thing.” This will definitely be me reading too much into it but that’s just the conclusion I’ve come to.

I saw Indira Varma in (1) frame 😳 I had IMMEDIATE ✨gay thoughts✨ she is so beautiful 😍 BUT she started turning into a creature & I am not & never shall be a monsterfucker (even though admittedly the carrionites had me questioning things) but it will be a TEST OF STRENGTH.

There was what looked to be a flesh bowl & I immediately thought of The Gangers & seeing as Moffat’s emerging perhaps they’re making their return. After what happened with Bill Potts, Danny Pink & certain favourite characters of mine from my second favourite book in the entire world back in 2020 I am on the ✨fence✨ about The Return Of Moffat but he is ultimately incredible at writing a good horror story so if he does another one episode horror that’ll traumatise me for life & after, fair enough.

The alienvenom being in the corridor near made me yeet behind my sofa so I’m looking forward to seeing that story.

I’ve seen horror films I’ve gone through an ACTUAL HAUNTING & still nothing prepared me from how i nearly expired when i realised that THERE'S SOMETHING STANDING IN THE BACKGROUND IN TWO RUBY SCENES 😨

I’m gonna talk about ✨the scream✨ @ the Ruby of it all in another couple of posts.

Saw the Tardis console sparking: immediately wondered if there was any left over coffee in there 😅

I AM GOING TO LOSE IT WHEN I SEE ROSE NOBLE AGAIN 🥹 MY BEST GIRL IS COMING BACK 🥹 Lovely to see Mel! Hope this means more Classic Who companions will return at some stage (for the sake of how funny it would be unleash a NewNewWho Doctor on Jamie McCrimmon whilst the actor is still alive & willing to be part of the Whoniverse)

Fifteen saluting in his regency outfit (In the realm of fanfic in my head I am imagining Captain Jack Harkness being on the receiving end of that salute) but maybe it’ll be Jonathan Groffs new character? Whoever they are I hope him & The Doctor have enough gay activity between them that’ll make my family members who don’t like Fifteen when they “come across as gay” uncomfortable <3

The weathered Tardis near the sea reminds me of The Ghost Monument. I hope they make a figure/pop of the weathered Tardis, I need it for my collection 😅 I hope we get a The Ghost Monument mention just to annoy my family who still actively talk about how much they disliked 13’s era.

I am going to go a new level of feral in May, Fifteen ily so much 🥹

[loniface]

Hmm, doctor’s appointment today.  Mostly a check-up with my primary physician so she can get caught up with what all happened while I was in the hospital and to give me someone to gripe to about the pain, ha.

Maybe she’ll light a fire under my surgeon’s ass to yeet my gallbladder entirely.  If not, I see him next week and I’ll do some fire-related lighting myself.

[pavusprince]

The emotional breakdown Elendria is overdue for though. My gods. She is such a ‘i have to at least try to save everyone’ self sacrificing mother hen of a person and just left and right it’s more shit.

Oh Gale’s ex/the literal Goddess of magic wants him to blow himself up to ‘destroy the heart of the Absolute’, Astarion is *waves hands* all that. I’m actually glad there’s the scene of him trying to feel out his scars because Elendria isn’t one to pry and so hadn’t asked about them. Anyway. Karlach’s going to burn out if she doesn’t go back to Avernus. Wyll has to ‘sit. shake. roll over.’ like a good boy or he’s yeeted to Hell.

And it just keeps coming. She’s damn tired but grinning and bearing it. And she’ll keep helping. Always helping helping… helping.

[hogwartslegacyrp]

QotD 9: What modern slang term would they completely overuse?

Feel free to answer these with your own OCs even if you're not on our server :)

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐞𝐥

He would pronounce “LMAO” unironically. And homie would be “hey fam!” And if things go wrong he would go “son of a b” like Dean Winchester

Ominis: Could see him deadpan, very sarcastically say "yaas slay queen" whenever Sebastian has bad ideas just to make sure he knows he should feel shame for his bullshit.

Anemone: She has her own odd expressions so she rarely uses slang, or does so inappropriately.

Weasley: Ah yes, this is very yeet isn't it broski? Let us fortnite dance, I stan your performance in my classes.

Aodh: Once he makes closer friends at Hogwarts, I could totally see him overusing the slang “Fam” when referring to them in a modern setting.

Bjorn: Bjorn wouldn’t likely try to adhere to modern slang at all during his time at Hogwarts, but I could see him in a public relaxed setting trying to squeeze words he’s heard other native speakers say into his dialogue both incorrectly and wildly out of context. If I had to pick one, “send it.” “Yes, of course. So I told my student, even if they were incomplete with their essay to just send it. Just send it. What’s the worst that could happen? Not a zero.”

Althea Rose “Slay” “This shit fucks” in approval “vibes”

Samuel Wood Saying “bet” to acknowledge everything. Would try and call a girl his “hoe” once and get his ass set straight.

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 would be those people who would use “highkey/lowkey” Ex: “I’m down for some food but lowkey I want some desserts right now.” “I am highkey annoyed and stressed” Then “mood” just cause someone would say “I’m tired” and she’ll add in. “Ha mood”

Clara:Watcha doin?

Ayumi:Yikes…

Gyda:Howdy partner!

Bonus:

Ominis:“Sebastian, I’m going to straight up yeet you if you mess with my novellas again.”

Sebastian: “FR? bet.”

"I am still hip (dysplasia)!" -Weasley probably

[macarenaing-madly-into-midnight]

#Danny is a horror movie junkie. he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing#like sure he could say things the normal way like he did before he got his memories back#but this is WAY more fun#….. oh what if he was with his in-this-life bio mom. got his memories#THEN started his little creepy horror movie act#to what end? to kill his boredom. he’s like 5 and kindergarten sucked but hey he’s top of his class. is it sad he’s proud of that? prolly.#anyways. bio mom. who had intended to not tell Bruce for any number of reasons. goes Oh Absolutely Not#and basically YEETS Danny at the Wayne’s#she’ll come by for visitation as something of a wine aunt to teach the kid important Gotham life skills like tax evasion#but she can NOT with his creepy funerals bit#Danny feels a bit bad for stressing this woman out too much. got a bit too ghostly it seems. or there’s other stress factors involved too#like his bio mom was in a stable place but then Gotham had to Gotham and she’s in a bit of a bind. so. hello brucie remember me?#regardless. they all think aw okay let’s play domestic normal-ish family. yes Damian that means waiting a NORMAL amount of time before…#… before having him enrolled in self defense classes. yes they know the school mandated classes suck but he’s five!#he cannot learn knife dueling until he’s EIGHT. everyone knows THAT#…. the family forget that’s normal in Gotham is absolutely not normal anywhere else#lol. lmao even. also bring in Lady Gotham#Danny figured out the Batman thing by like two weeks in but he’s having too much fun giving them issues thinking he MIGHT suspect to….#…… realize he is ACTIVELY and INTENTIONALLY fucking with them#what does Alfred know? who knows! but someone is giving Danny the occasional Victorian Child Outfits and the ghosts don’t have Amazon

# Dcu x Dp 205

Danny had been Reborn into the Wayne family. The Wayne's belive that Danny has many imaginary friends what they don't know is that they are all ghost that come to play with the Reborn king.

The Wayne family become varied worried when Danny would hold funerals for his imaginary friends at first they thought that Danny was just out growing them and was killing them off. They did not like that he was killing them off especially considering that a lot of them have violent ends some examlps are

Boxy was cushed to death when he was looking for a small box

Cujo who was a guard dog that was put down because the people had no more use for him

Ember McLain who was a rock star and die in a house fire

Johnny 13 and Kitty who died in a motorcycle accident after being run off the road by a angry driver

Nicolai Technus who loved anything and everything electronic died by electrocution

Sidney Poindexter died because he was locked and forgotten in a locker

Skulker who loved to hunt die in an hunting accident

Youngblood who like to play pretend and died becuse he was left in the hot car with his pet

After the funerals they wold see him play and talking to the imaginary friends and around the time he started to give them funerals he also started supposedly started to do things that his friends told him to do some examples

Nocturn who ask for Danny to put them all to sleep luckily they caught him before he could drug them all but he got to Tim and Dick

Evergreen who asked him to grow some plants for him they found out that Danny had managed to sneak off the manors ground find poison ivy bring her back and started having her help plant flowers and other plants.

Clockwork who told Danny that if he could get all the clocks and bring them to Bruce's office he would show him a secret, the secret was the entrance to the Batcave were they would find Danny in. When the Wayne were collecting the clocks they noticed that they all had specific times. They're starting to worry that Danny's friends aren't so imaginary