#so just stop fucking judging me on my current fucking appearance.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Cat

G/N. Silly. Fluffy.

"You lil shit!" Goo yelps, sharply retreating.

It's a millisecond too late. His reflexes are beat. Fresh scratch marks litter his hand.

Eyes narrowing behind his glasses, he snarls "I'll kill y-"

And is cut off by another swipe, missing his face by a whisker.

"Yeah sorry he does that, he's a menace." You're half apologetic, half grinning that your other menace, the newly acquired blonde delinquent, has finally met his match.

It's an adversary Goo never expected: your fluffy little feline companion.

Goo's not heartless, okay? He's not completely resistant to cute charms (yours, for example). One second the cat had rolled over, exposing its impossibly soft and fluffy belly and who was Goo to turn down such an adorable invitation?

It turns out that the belly was as soft and fluffy as it looked.

For a brief moment, Goo and your cat were mutually (or so he had thought) enjoying the experience... The next-

Well.

Shit. This hurts.

He's had way worse directed at him, yet he didn't expect those little tiny claws to sting so goddamn much. Goo knows you shouldn't harm animals. Still, he couldn't help asking-

Nursing the scratches on his beautiful skin, "I can't kick it right?"

Judging from the glare you gave him, it's very much a no.

.

.

The cat is out to get him.

If cats were capable of plotting and scheming, which this one is, it absolutely is trying to get rid of the other being now taking up your time.

(No, Goo is not batshit and paranoid, thank you.)

Goo eyes the cat with distrust, currently purring in your lap.

"Sweetheart, I wanna put my head there!" he whines, and is given nothing but a chuckle in response as if he's joking.

To add insult to injury, he swears that stupid cat smirked at him too.

.

.

"No, not yet," You push Goo off you, the playful kisses now having taken a distinctly non-playful, and very much hot and heavy turn.

Readjusting his glasses, "Huh, why?"

"My cat’s there," You nod somewhere over his bare shoulder, and his head turns to follow your eye line.

That stupid cat is right fucking there.

"Shoo him out, sweetheart," Goo murmurs, lips grazing against your neck once more.

"I feel bad."

Goo stops. Looks at you with an arched eyebrow. Barely manages to repress a disgruntled sigh.

You know you sound crazy, and you know your cat won't hold it against you. Nevertheless, with a grimace, you tell him, "It's his bedroom too!"

.

.

Turns out it is the cat's bedroom, and also the cat's apartment.

Which it showed by arching his back and hissing everytime Goo appeared in his periphery.

Perhaps only when Goo was with you, did the cat tolerate his presence. Then you got called away for a couple weeks and Goo, like a lovesick idiot, offered to stay and look after your pet for you.

Now with him just on his own, he is proving to be very much an unwanted guest in claimed territory.

Luckily, the hostility and hissing from both sides calmed down after the first few days, eventually turning into an uneasy truce.

Only after feeding the cat, and offering treats (not that Goo wanted to, it was only under your instructions) during the first week did it seem to accept the blonde's presence. As if it somehow knows that this idiot is its final defence before starvation.

So the cat tolerates Goo, even if it is still a bit frosty and begrudging.

.

.

The most unexpected and surprising point though, arrives towards the end of your absence.

Soft meows stirs Goo from his slumber.

He wakes in time to see the cat pounce onto the bed, kneading his paws into your pillow.

"You miss Y/N?" He asks, and receives another meow.

It sounds distinctly like a yes. All frostiness, in the quiet darkness, has melted away.

"Me too," he murmurs.

Maybe it's because Goo is almost asleep again and his defences are down, or maybe they both just miss you. But when he reaches out to stroke the cat's head, he receives, for the first time, a purr. 

A low rumbling, contentment. Gentle pressure, nudging against his palm.

Finally- 

A shared understanding as they both eagerly await your return.

[writingstoraes]

lover 🪻

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!singer!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: this is another thing i thought of knowing i have hundreds of unattended drafts lolol lmk what u think! this is like very similar to something i've posted before but only w a slightly different ending... hehe also am using mother taylor's lyrics cause they're just too good

about: you and charles seem to be really quiet, it's either one of two things — you're over or you're about to release a masterpiece that shatters all break up rumors.

wagsoff1

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wagsoff1 It has been 100 days since Y/N was seen in the paddock. Her last appearance was during the 2023 Australian GP. Any thoughts? 👀

leclercsainz yeah honestly the two of them have been really quiet lately... i'm scared

ynfan this is such a reach? 😬

lecsyn4eva are we forgetting that y/n has her own career, a pretty successful one at that, it's normal for her to not be at races at times?

wagsoff1 Hmm yeah but she's missed a ton of races, apparently rumors are only ever growing that they might be over... lecsyn4eva maybe we stop sticking our noses where it doesn't belong 🤨

queenyn MOTHER WE MISS YOU pls come back

sainzstappen Classic pattern of broken up F1 couples lol miss a few races then suddenly statements are out 😆

popgirlstm stop i will literally jump off a bridge

yourusername

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yourusername At every table, I'll save you a seat.

My 3rd full-length album, Lover, is out tomorrow at 12 EST. Sorry for the surprise but see you at the premiere ❤️

lecsyn BITCH THIS IS WHY YOUVE BEEN QUIET

mothertay miss mam we havent heard from you in months how can you drop a bomb like this so casually

norrislaren IM CRYING I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

midnightshouse y/n i need to know if i can shake my ass to this album or i will be destroying ice cream pints with tears on my face

ynalbums Judging from the title... it sounds like it's more on the romance side? gucciluv oh my god there's hope for charles and her after all 🙏

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc My lover.

Beyond excited for your album, amour. Thanks for letting me be a part of it 🤍

lecsyncharles CROWD CHEERS OH MY GOD

hamilstappen im crying they broke the streak they're alive! WAR IS OVER

charlierari part of it... y/n ft. charles????

carlossainz55 Hey this counts as your musical debut? 😆

charles_leclerc I didn't sing... carlossainz55 Yeah you shouldnt c2lovers FUCK??ABSHBHWWH

landonorris Can't believe people thought you broke up you literally won't shut up about how you're in Silverstone and she's in LA

pierregasly Don't forget the calling Y/N every 10 seconds charles_leclerc ??? Please shut up

Now Playing: Lover (Music Video) - The Dedication

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc My forever lover.

tagged: yourusername

landonorris Will you save me a seat at every table?

yourusername Have my song memorized already, I see 😆 landonorris You know it!

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles! 🥂

danielricciardo I call taking most of the pictures 🙏

landonorris No???

ynlecs16 this is such a fucking surprise the two of you need to cool it down i'm hyperventilating

scuderiaferrari Best wishes to our favorite couple ❤️

yourusername Wait, I thought we broke up?

charles_leclerc Negative. You're stuck with me forever now 😘

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: taylor has got me wishing i was currently in love this is sick! anyway i only got this idea bc my tiktok fyp is swarmed with charles daylight edits and they are right he is so golden <33

[melodic-haze]

☆ — DEMO TRACK: bottom!Robin (HSR) x top!Reader

☆ — GENRE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Semi-public sex (it's in a venue green room), reader has a cock/strap

Can't believe that my first post is Robin thirst (I say that when my acc theme is literally her 💀) but I REALLY can't stop thinking about fucking her in her private dressing room LOL

Like imagine she calls you in or smth as a form of "distraction" from "pre-performance jitters" with both of you knowing FULL WELL that she isn't nervous in the least. She's even acting the part: her eyebrows furrowed, a hand lightly tugging on the fabric of your clothes as she's asking you to stay with her

"I don't think I'd be able to get out there and sing without your help." Her eyes look at you as if she were pleading, though you've spent enough time with the singer that you easily spot the tiniest glimmer in that alluring sea of green, "Won't you care to stay a little while longer..?"

Doesn't really take long for it to go from simply talking and hanging out to bending her over on the table. All it took was a squeeze here, a graze there, and suddenly neither of you can keep your hands off each other

Could be that she's laying down on her back, legs spread and on your shoulders as you move your fingers in her to find that sweet spot that has her singing your favourite song made just for you on the fly. Could be that she's facing down as you use her wings as handlebars to keep her upright and she can see herself and her perfect image get absolutely RUINED and railed by none other than you on the mirror and her insides just clench at the sight

Her appearance is absolutely MESSED THE FUCK UP right now (the hair and makeup people are Stressing) but Robin really can't bring herself to care. Not when her brain's gone to who knows where. All that's important right now is chasing that high until she--

You hear a somewhat urgent knock on the door, your efforts stuttering at your moment's intrusion, "Miss Robin? We need to set you up in five."

You don't see or hear your pretty little angel respond, though judging by the dazed-out look on her face it's clear that.. well, it's not as if she's so dazed out that she can't begin to process the current events—it's more like she doesn't want to process it.

Apparently whoever it was didn't take the hint because the staff's voice rang past the door once again, "Miss Robin? Are you there?"

You eventually see her sigh resignedly, her eyebrows furrowed genuinely this time as she cleared her throat and answered awkwardly, putting all her strength into making sure she doesn't sound like some fucked-out mess.

"Yes, I'm fine! I'll be there on time," she let out a seemingly good-natured laugh to sell the charade, though the corners of her mouth twitched the slightest bit.. before she bit her lip as she slowly grinded herself on you. "Though careful there—worry like that and-- mm.. I might think you like me."

You hear the staff member stutter past the door before footsteps begin to scurry away. With the way your lover was just moving, you'd have thought that she wanted to continue.. but she pushes herself off of you and pulls up her panties with a small apologetic smile.

She tells you that as much as she really wanted to continue, she shouldn't. She has a job to do, and being late or skipping on a show just wouldn't do! She promises to finish things with you when she's done, and that promise comes in the form of cleaning her slick off of you and leaving a lingering kiss.. before asking you to help her with getting her appearance back to looking AT LEAST presentable LMAOOOO

It takes you both more than five minutes and the staff are baffled but it's not like you can explain it 😭😭 so have fun with the scrutinising stares 🫶

Robin's got better self-control than me I would've died if I had to perform while bricked the fuck up LOL. But trust me when I say that it's worth it when she gets off the stage and she pounces at you and begs you to finish what you started bc she deserves it as a reward after a hard day of work, right?

[chiffiorra]

₊❏❜ ⋮ Innocent Little Civilian

Kinktober Day #26

Prompt: Corruption Character: Touya "Dabi" Todoroki This Work Contains: fem!reader, civilian!reader, reader's hiding dabi away in her home, dabi's kinda manipulative here ngl, blowjob, cumming on reader, mentions of virginity kink, small mention of reader having one of my ocs' quirk (nature-based quirk) WC: 963 Note: surprise pt. 2, i hope this didn't disappoint y'all pls this might be bad :> Taglist: @interstellar-inn, @pixelcafe-network, @eveningatthemoviesnetwork, @thehoneypotserver, @s4no, @c1nna1nmyr0ll, @chaoticmoonave, @kenuis, @arlerts-angel, @awkwardchick87, @awkwardaardvarkforever

Innocent. Sweet. Kind-hearted. 

Those were the three words that Dabi could describe you as. And those three words unfortunately made you an easy target for someone like him.

Currently on the run from the authorities for everything he had done, he had no choice but to break into the closest house by opening a window and that was how he met you.

“Hey, who are you?” Dabi was already on alert and had blue flames ready when he turned to see you. Even with the darkness of the living room, the flames were bright enough to reveal the owner of the voice. There you were staring back at him, almost fearfully as you appeared to be shielding yourself with your arms. As if that would’ve stopped him from firing at you. 

He could tell you had a quirk too, judging by the vines wrapping around your arms and legs. A quirk related to nature? You were definitely a bad matchup against him if you chose to fight back.

You on the other hand were terrified, a wanted criminal broke into your house for gods know what reason and could easily hurt you, especially with those flames. Just one look at them made your skin crawl and even with the vines of your quirk covering up your exposed skin, you would be no match for him.

“Heh… What do you know? This is your place, right? You don’t mind me crashing here, do you?” The flame that was covering his hand grew smaller and was now lit up over an index finger, mimicking a lighter. Usually he would demand instead of ask, but something about the terrified look in your eyes drew him in.

As you opened your mouth to answer, you were interrupted by knocking on the door. You immediately ran to answer and were greeted by two policemen. It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together that they were looking for the man that just so rudely entered your home.

“Excuse us ma’am, we’re looking for a man that is currently on the run and he was last seen in this neighborhood. You wouldn’t have happened to see anything  suspicious, would you?” The description of the man in detail was what sealed the deal for you. But what you would say next was something that surprised you and Dabi greatly and you still can’t figure out why you did it.

“No I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t know anything,” you said.

And from that day forward, Dabi knew that you would be valuable to him. And what better way to show his thanks than to keep you by his side as his little pet?

You had a tight grip on his thighs as he held your hair in a tight ponytail as he fucked your mouth in a not too rough but not too slow pace. He couldn’t go too rough on you. Not yet at least. But the teary eyed expression on your face as he pushed past your gag reflex was really making it difficult for him to control himself.

Sure, it took a little bit of “convincing” with some small flames showing up get you to agree to his terms, but by any god that was out there it was worth it. Worth it enough to get you to where you are now.

“That’s it baby… that’s it. Sooner or later you won’t be needing me to help you anymore,” he snickered as he felt you gag a bit when he went too deep. That was okay, Dabi still didn’t mind teaching you the ropes. He was no expert but for you, the one who didn’t turn him in? He was all too eager to be your teacher.

He would let you go and take a breather as he quickly began tugging at his cock to finish himself off, and where else to do so but on your cute little face?  

You licked your lips of the taste that remained of him along with the drool from him guiding you and telling you to remain still while he face fucked you until he was ready to cum.

“Open,” you immediately followed his command as he cums, ropes decorating your face and tongue before you licked your lips away. When you showed your tongue to him again to show him that you swallowed, Dabi already was ready to devour you right then and there. So close. So close for him to lose whatever self control he had left to take the last of your innocence away 

“Good, looks like you already know what to do at this point.”

“Um, are we done?” You asked, despite cleaning yourself up of his cum. How can you still remain the same after all that? Maybe he really was a way too eager man than he would care to admit, and he had you to blame for it. The adorable questioning look you gave him was the cherry on top.

Dabi smirked back, “Oh no no no, dollface. I’m definitely not done just yet. Now why don’t you lay back on your bed for me? I have something for you and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Last of his self-control be damned, tonight was the night that he finally gets to take your virginity. After that look you gave him, he was ready to be a slave to his urges.

As you laid on the bed, hair fanning out over your pillows, Dabi swore that you were an angel laying under him. An angel ready for him to take for himself and he couldn’t wait anymore as he began to strip. 

He couldn’t wait to keep you as his precious pet for the rest of his days.

[sngchngs]

Day 5

Cliche tropes

Fake dating

Established quanyin, future fengqing, with side hualian

For Yin Yu Appreciation Week!

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Yin Yu blinked at the preposterous suggestion made to him. He blinked again.

“So,” he said, "let me understand this. You want to pretend to court me, someone who you have had minimal interactions with, in the hopes that the person you do like, will get jealous?”

“Yes!” Feng Xin exclaimed.

“General Nan Yang,” Yin Yu sighed. “I am the last person General Xuan Zhen will be jealous of.”

“How do you know it's-” Feng Xin spluttered.

“One,” Yin Yu interrupted, holding up a finger, “I am a ghost. Two, I am the Waning Moon Officer of Ghost City whose master is Hua Cheng. Three, I am a disgraced banished former Heavenly Official. Four-”

Feng Xing reached over and grasped his hand, stopping him. “It's outrageous, I know. And I know we have barely spoken to each other, but please help me on this,” he pleaded.

Yin Yu opened his mouth to reply when they both turned to look for the source of a thundering sound coming their way. A young man with furious eyes topped by wild hair was charging towards them.

Yun Yu gently but firmly pulled his hand from Feng Xin's grasp. “Four,” he continued telling the man. “I am currently, officially, being courted by His Highness Qi Ying.”

Feng Xins's eyes widened when he saw just who was furiously running towards them, towards him. “Oh, fuck!”

He turned and ran. Quan Yizhen in hot pursuit who only stopped long enough for a quick “hi shixiong!” before he was off again.

“I'm not sure why that buffoon thought his stupid idea would work.” A quiet voice said from behind Yin Yu.

He turned to the one who spoke. “If you would simply let him know how you feel, General Xuan Zhen, then he wouldn't be doing things like this.”

A shout drew their attention for a moment, Quan Yizhen had Feng Xin in a choke hold. “It wasn't fucking real!” Feng Xin was shouting, slapping Quan Yizhen's arm.

Mu Qing smirked at the display. “It's more entertaining to see the idiot coming up with hare-brained schemes and then get beaten up like this. I know my feelings. And seeing Feng Xin be stupid instead of telling me his intentions, tells me of his feelings as well.”

Yin Yu frowned but didn't respond. After all, he ran from Quan Yizhen for a long time, rather than confront his own feelings about the man, which he did, eventually. He's not one to judge.

“Shall I play the mediator Mu Qing?” A third voice joined the conversation. It was His Highness Xie Lian. Hua Cheng was behind him, arms folded and smiling sinisterly at Mu Qing.

Mu Qings's eyes widened. “Th-that won't be necessary! I will do it, eventually.”

Xie Lian seemed sad, his lips pouting slightly. “Just don't string Feng Xin along for too long,” he asked. “Or you both will be hurt, and I'll be sad.”

Yin Yu watched Hua Cheng furrow his brow at that statement.

“Gege,” he said to Xie Lian. “If these two make you sad, I'll take them to Mount Tonglu and throw them down into one of the spider web pits and leave them there until they sort this out.” He threatened, looking Mu Qing in the eye to let the man know if he was serious.

Yin Yu covered his mouth with a hand to hide the smile that appeared. Hua Chengzhu did something similar to him with Quan Yizhen. It was highly effective.

Mu Qing glared at Hua Cheng, then sighed. “Fine!” He threw up his hands. “I'll talk to him about it. Right now!” He stormed off towards Feng Xin and Quan Yizhen who currently held the former above his head, like he was displaying a trophy. Feng Xin was still yelling. Mu Qing ignored the inquisitive gaze of Quan Yizhen and spoke loudly to Feng Xin. “Ju Yang! I hope you are prepared to empty your coffers when you court me!” His face was red. “I won't be bought with cheap trinkets!” He crossed his arms, turning his nose up.

Feng Xin was stunned. Quan Yizhen dropped him, the man letting out an “oof” as he hit the ground. His face became red as well when he understood the meaning of Mu Qings's words. Some more words were said between the two but they were too quiet to be heard. Feng Xin hesitantly reached out to grasp Mu Qings's hand with his own. They didn't look at each other; their faces were as red as Hua Cheng's robes.

Yin Yu watched the scene play out while Quan Yizhen came over to stand next to him.

“Crimson Rain,” he said, turning to Hua Cheng. “Thank you for telling me about General Nan Yang’s intentions towards shixiong. Even if they were fake.”

Something clicked. “Chengzhu?” Yin Yu asked. “Were you the one who put the idea into General Nan Yang’s head about the fake courting?”

Next to Hua Cheng, Xie Lian smiled beatifically. “Now, now, Your Highness Yin Yu. San Lang did no such thing.”

Quan Yizhen barked a laugh, Yin Yu smiled leaning into him.

[once-upon-an-animation]

Saw the trailer for the live-action How To Train Your Dragon…

…thanks, Dreamworks! I fucking hate it!

Okay, but real talk:

How To Train Your Dragon is a franchise near and dear to my heart. It was the very first fandom that I went full in on as far as engagement goes: saving fan art, reading fanfics, getting into fandom fights, interacting with fandom hierarchy (and hating the users who carried themselves like leaders of the fandom), rooting for the movies to win awards, keeping my eye out for every new piece of content, watching each season release of Race To The Edge like my life depended on it, etc. Whenever anything HYTYD-related was coming up, I was on it like a hawk!

I fell out of the fandom some time around the release of the third movie; I think I had started college then and got swamped with real life stuff, so much so that I stopped using Tumblr almost entirely. In addition, a lot of my favorite users left the fandom and/or stopped using Tumblr, so there wasn’t the same sense of community and interest as before.

I haven’t touched HTTYD material since, but it’s still dear to my heart. So when I heard that there was a live action remake coming…

…I was annoyed as shit.

I absolutely DETEST the current Hollywood trend of live action remakes. I hate the implication that all IPs must tend towards live action, that an animated IP can’t be seen as whole and complete on its own and must ‘graduate’ to live action in order to be fully respected, that live action is somehow superior to animation, and most importantly, that studio execs feel the need to make these remakes so grim and serious and Game of Thrones-like. I hate the remakes when Disney does them, I hate the remakes when Paramount does them, and I hate that Dreamworks is now hopping in on the trend.

The trailer/live action medium makes Berk and the Vikings look incredibly dull, grey, and boring. There’s no color, no vividness, no energy, no charm, no pizzazz, nada. Everything looks like it’s had the life sucked out of it. I know I can’t judge acting from a mere trailer, but it already looks mid as hell. I’m black myself, so I don’t get too up in arms about race swaps, but I’m also a huge stickler for detail, and I like it when the characters match up 1 to 1. I personally don’t consider race swaps to be a fulfilling form of representation, so remakes where a white character gets swapped out for a girl of color don’t do anything for me.

And Toothless’s animation…oh my goodness. If they were just going to replicate his appearance from the animation, then why the fuck did they even bother? Like what even is the point?

I’m sorry that I sound hateful, but wow, I hate this! They should’ve just made a new series! Maybe a prequel with the gang’s parents, or featured another tribe in the world of Berk, or done an AU—anything but more live action schlop!

[prismaticpichu]

*clears throat* Sephiroth is on trial in an ace attorney ass courtroom, how do things go?

ANON I AM HUGGING YOU SO FUCKING HARD YOU HAVE NO IDEA 🤣❤️💖 YOU GET IT LOL!!

~

Judge: *pounds gavel thrice* Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Sephiroth…

Judge: …!

Judge: Hmm. That is quite bizarre…

Edgeworth: Is something wrong, your honor?

Judge: Ah, yes, well… Our defendant doesn’t appear to have a last name.

*a heavy silence looms in the courtroom*

Edgeworth: …Our defendant has a more than complex background in deference to familial ties, your honor. He doesn’t currently have a legally documented surname.

Edgeworth: Are you serious? We haven’t even commenced the trial yet!

Phoenix: *pounding hands on desk* Maybe so, Edgeworth. But do you really think we can begin when we can’t even have the foundation of such basic information?

Edgeworth: …?! What are you babbling about?

Phoenix: *brandishing a document* I’m talking about, of course, the nature of my client’s name!

Edgeworth: …?!?!?!

Phoenix: You stated just moments before that, quote, ‘He doesn’t currently have a legally documented surname.’”

Edgeworth: Correct! The likes of which is a documented fact.

Phoenix: …*placing his hands on his hips as he smirks* Is that so, Edgeworth? Because if that truly WAS the case… then what is the document I have HERE!

Edgeworth: …?!?!?

Phoenix: *smirking still* I thought you might say that. Well… let me enlighten you all about a little something: just earlier, I stopped by the ShinRa labs in order to gather as much information about my client as possible. While there, I happened to stumble upon something very interesting. Something that, frankly… *his smirk deepens* Will shoot your little ‘fact’ right down where it stands.

Edgeworth: What is the meaning of this…?! WRIGHT.

Judge: Umm… gentlemen, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but… we have a trial to—

Phoenix: *brandishing the papers once more* Ladies and gentlemen… I would like to correctly introduce the name of my client…:

Phoenix: Mr Sephiroth Crescent, the surname of his mother——Lucrecia…!

Phoenix: …

Edgeworth: …

Judge: …

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.

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Sephiroth: …I—I believe you are mistaken, Mr Wright; my mother’s name is—

Phoenix: Jenova?

Sephiroth: …?!

Phoenix: I read all through the files, Sephiroth. All the experiments. And I’m afraid, as much as it hurts to say… that your father, Professor Hojo, has seemed to have lied to you since the very beginning.

Sephiroth: …

Phoenix: (poor guy looks so wounded…) *ahem*—

Edgeworth: Wright! I find this information completely irrelevant to the murder at—

Phoenix: Like I was saying… Hojo, your father figure, he seemed to have created a false identity of your mother… And manipulated you in order to conceal the real truth of your identity.

Sephiroth: My… identity?

Phoenix: *nodding* Yes. Lucrecia, you see… was the name of your mother. Your real mother. Your real mother who, in spite of everything… loved you to pieces, Sephiroth. Loved you so much that on the hospital bed she just wanted to hold you, just to tell you she-

Edgeworth: …Congratulations, Wright.

Phoenix: …What?

Edgeworth: Do you SEE your client right now…?!

Phoenix: …

Phoenix: …!

*Sephiroth, head buried into the defendant’s stand, his entire body trembling with the stifled weight of tears*

Sephiroth: Mother… mother… m… o…th..er mom… I love you too…

Phoenix: …

Edgeworth: …

Judge: …

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.

.

Judge: Well…

Judge: This poor man certainly doesn’t look like a murderer to me

[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Long story short: my old acc got terminated for no reason so I'm reposting all this💀👍

Summary: Soap invited Male Reader to join Ghost and his favorite documentaries about dinosaur fossils :D (Ghost very loves dinosaurs y'all cannot tell me otherwise).

Word count: 1950

Warnings: Nothing. It's all fluff this time.

You lost track of time and ended up stopping only when your whole body screamed at you to rest. Looking up from the training gears, you realized that there was no one left in the room. It was a habit of you to ignore everyone and everything surrounding you when it is not necessary, or maybe it’s more like a coping mechanism, since this little tricky skill prevented you from taking in redundant information, such as a close group of men joking around with each other.

This very common sight in the military and especially in the training ground always succeeded in rendering you uncomfortable, and a vague but stingy feeling prevails over your chest, sometimes so badly that it even made breathing difficult.

No matter how hard you tried to brush it aside, dismissing it as something trivial and irrelevant, you knew damn well the cause of it: You once wished to belong to a group of friends that were so close that you all would spend time doing everything together, going on mission, training, drinking, and getting drunk together at the bar. Obviously, it had never happened. It never would, judging from how every time it was only you who got left behind, drowning yourself in overpriced alcohol and your own overwhelming emotions.

It was pitch black outside as you left the training centre. You dragged your fatigued body back to the base of your Task Force, but surprisingly, in contrast to your current physical state, your mind felt empty for now. In a good way. No burdening streams of thoughts, not a single fuck given about how others saw you. You felt kind of free.

‘Guess it’s a good point for not being around people.’ On your sweat-strained face drew a genuine smile. Some people would think that it was weird to smile over something like this, not having any close people around you and just spending your entire day loitering around, doing something you considered to be productive but by no means enjoyable. To them, you were not living a life. You were only surviving through it.

Not that you would complain though. Nor were you in the position to be able to complain about it.

Your blurred vision and the dull pain in your chest reminded you that you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, which was almost 10 hours ago. Slowly making your way to the kitchen, you decided to turn a blind eye to the kitchen sink and approached the fridge, hoping that they’d be kind enough to leave you some leftovers.

What greeted you in the fridge confounded you as you looked at a carefully prepared dish wrapped in aluminum foil with a sticky pink note on top of it.

‘want to call ya 4 dinner earlier but ya seem to enjoy the training a lot. plz eat this when ya done with the training~’ was written on the piece of paper together with a little ugly and distorted heart shape, which made you chuckle. It was not difficult to guess who left this for you. You shook your head in amusement while putting the dish into the microwave oven.

Sitting down at the empty table in the dimly lit dining room, you slowly enjoyed the meal that Soap had saved for you. Then again, amid the quiet atmosphere that was free of any stimulations, your mind began to do the thing that it excelled in, drifting away. Your unusually calm thoughts appeared like a grainy film rolling before your eyes, replaying every delightful moment that you had shared with the Scottish and other team members, like when you, Soap, Gaz, and Roach pulled a whole prank on Price during your team’s vacation while Ghost sat behind and watched with amusement in his eyes. Or when you and Roach hid one of Price’s hats unknowing that it was a piece of memorabilia of his old teammate, and as result, making that poor old dad all stressed out finding it everywhere. Or when Price decided to catch you two and make you face the consequences of your actions that time and you were so scared that you never run that fast out of battle before. Or when you had no choice but to hide behind Ghost as he was watching his favorite boring documentaries, and he looked down at you obviously contemplating whether he should help you or not as you tried to convince him with your big puppy eyes. Or when you disobeyed Price’s orders to turn back and save Soap when he fell into the enemy’s trap and was pushed into the corner.

You laughed to yourself at this point, remembering vividly what a mess that time was. You two almost blindly fired your guns at the swarm of enemies circling you. As you barely escaped, Soap cursed very loudly in Scottish while his hand threw bombs toward your enemies. It was a mission that you would never forget, a piece of memory that you’d take to the grave, not only because of how badly injured you were and the prolonged period of time you had to spend in the hospital, but also because of how Soap looked at you. After that near-death experience, whenever your eyes and his met, his eyes evidently softened, and you enjoyed every little second of it. It made you feel like, eventually, you were special to someone, like you weren’t just anybody, but someone unique that was closely linked to a hardly forgettable remembrance. It raised your hope–something that you had thought to never regain, since at least when you died, there would still be one person who would keep the image of you inside one of their billion fragments of memory.

Of course, after the certain mission, both you and Soap were heavily reprimanded by Kate and Price, you for the obvious reason of disobeying orders, and Soap for his stupid addiction to blowing things up, which worsened you two’s already horrendous injuries because at the time of the explosion you were still too close to the spot.

“What are you smiling about?” You jumped at the sudden voice that broke the room’s silence.

Soap laughed at your reaction, “Why are you so tense?” He sat down, being so near to you that your thighs touched each other. He threw his big muscular arm over your shoulder, grinning broadly, “Temme, what is so fun that you smile like that?”

“It’s nothing.” You blushed at how close you two were, silently praying that the light of the room was too feeble for him to notice.

He pinched your face, causing you to grimace, “I don’t believe ya. It’s so rare to see ya smile so cutely like this. Must have some special reason.”

Definitely you could not tell him that you were thinking of the team, and especially him, so you decided to keep silent and enjoy your meal. Maintaining eye contact was like torture to you, so your eyes were just glued to the plate until you finished. Therefore, you also missed his eyes, along with how he looked at you.

From Soap’s point of view, all that he could see at that moment was how lovely his boy was. The way his big puppy eyes widened when he suddenly talked. The way his body which was athletic but so slender when compared to Soap’s trembled slightly as he jumped. How the faint blush quickly deepened and then spread from his handsome adorable face to his delicate neck. The nice and warm feeling that Soap’s fingers felt when he pinched the boy’s cheek. And also how his long eyelashes shadowed his eyes as he looked down at his plate of food. It was so lovely that Soap volunteered to be trapped in this moment forever.

As you’d done eating and washing the dish, you came back into the dining room and saw Soap still sitting there.

The Scot chuckled at your expression, “What is that face, Y/n? Are you that annoyed because I’m still here?”

You unknowingly pouted, which only made you look even cuter in his eyes, “No.”

“Ghost is watching his stupid boring documentaries again. Wanna join?”

“You came here from the TV room?”

“Yeah. Now do you come or not?”

You scoffed, “Are you inviting me nicely or just gonna coerce me into it anyway?”

Soap didn’t reply, just amusingly shrugged his shoulders.

“Fine, I’ll come.”

“That’s my boy!” The older man approached you, then threw his arm over your shoulder again. Judging from how you barely kept up with his pace in this awkward position, he definitely coerced you into this by all means.

When you two arrived, the light in the TV room was turned off, and the only source of light left was the TV screen. Ghost was sitting on the sofa alone, eyes glued to the screen that was playing some kind of dinosaur fossils, while Price was sleeping in his favorite spot–the single couch. You swiftly looked around to see if Gaz and Roach were here or not, only to find the two idiots hugging each other on the carpet, drooling and snoring loudly.

Ghost turned his head to look at you and Soap as you were literally pushed into the room by the Scot. His out-of-nowhere eagerness strangely made you laugh.

“Daddy chill.” You jokingly said and sat down beside Ghost, completely overlooking how Soap’s flippant expressions froze for brief seconds.

“Finished your dinner?” Ghost suddenly spoke up.

You were taken aback simply because the masked man hardly ever cared what others were doing with their life outside of missions, particularly for some trivial things like taking care of your daily needs.

“Y-yes, Sir!”

Soap burst into laughter, so hard that he fell to your side, hugging his belly.

“LMAO! What was that, Y/n??? You’re scared of Ghost that much???”

“What? What???” You frowned in confusion. You were even more confused when you heard a soft chuckle from the masked man that was sitting on your left.

“Why are you two laughing? There’s nothing funny!”

“It is funny! Do you see how you shudder like a puppy under Ghost’s glare? I wish I had recorded it!”

“Gosh! I hate you Soap!” You growled under your breath as you launched your whole body into him while Soap was still barely able to put himself together from his stupid sense of humor.

You two soon began to fight each other, giggling like two mischievous kids, completely forgetting that there was Ghost right next to you, who probably got accidental punches and kicks continuously by the unaware manchildren. However, the masked man was not mad at you two for disturbing him from enjoying his favorite show at all; instead, he often stole glances at you two with pure delight in his eyes. Seeing you finally being able to relax among the team was a sight that he wanted to witness all his life. It would take more time for you to pull down the walls you had built around yourself and let them come inside, but for now, this was already enough.

After a while, the giggling and fighting noises abated. You were sleeping soundly, face on Soap’s broad chest and arms around his waist. Soap’s eyes softened as he looked at how peaceful you were at the moment, before looking up to meet Ghost’s. The two men stayed in their position, didn’t move an inch, until Soap fell his eyelids become heavier and fell asleep as well, and Ghost turned off the TV, thereby extinguishing the only source of light in the room. He rested his head on your lower back, slowly drifting off.

To be continued...

[archiisfandomstuff]

Watchting marble hornets rn (like the entries on youtube) hopefully this won't alter my brain chemistry or some shit cause I know that mh and creepypasta are somehow link (idk they seem to share a few characters like hoodie, masky, and slenderman from who I know) and we already know I haven't been able to escape that shit for the past almost four years now.

will update later

read at your own risk. this just turned into me recording all of my thoughts n shit

currently at entry #5 and does not seem to have much if anything to do with mh but rather it's creator. Entries #1 , #4 & seem to have the most horror esce (?) shit to them

Entry #6: What the ever loving fuck is going on here??? What is Mr. Clean doing, the big ol' stalker? very confused but intrigued.

Entry #11 is bothering me cause I can't find the "close encounter Alex missed" with who I am assuming is slenderman like no fucking wonder Alex missed it, I can't find this mf either

I'm guessing that this is some arg type shit. My guess as someone who takes a while to formulate proper explanations that I do not care to formulate rn and am going off of a vague idea based off of the little information I've been given is that this whole thing is an arg thingy named after the fake movie the characters are creating in where it is the origin story for the characters (Tim/Hoodie and Brain/Masky) I (we ig but I really never had much interest in them so idk much) know. Tell me if I am like astronomically off or smth.

So Tim is literally just A Guy? Dude has like no plot relevance. Why are y'all hyping him up so much????

I hope Jay realizes he is literally entering. No breaking though, some idiot left the door unlocked.

homeboy fell to the ground coughing and got up like "Nah, no time for dying, gotta unlock the door with a deadbolt." fucking idiot, dude is gonna die so bad

"I may go back eventually" DO NOT GO BACK YOU DUMBASS

ALEX WTF DON'T DO THAT JUMPSCARE SHIT TO ME I CAN DO GORE I CANNOT DO JUMPSCARES BITCH

NVM IT'S BRIAN BUT STILL DON'T DO THAT MAN

Jay's lungs are still dying good to know

Entry #19: OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT MASKY YOU BITCH WTH BRIAN OMGGGGGGGGGGGG THIS SHIT IS SO COOL THOUGH NGL

Wait did I fuck up who is who? Is Tim Masky and Brian Hoodie. That sounds correct now that I think of it. Eh, fuck it, I ain't editing shit.

How the fuck is Jay not dead as hell yet? Mf has plot armor never seen before. "Ima just break into this house here, steal shit, GO BACK, get attacked, and continue pursuing this shit." BITCH YOU GON DIE

JAY STOP GOING BACK TO THE HOUSE IT IS NOT YOUR ONLY OPTION HOLY SHIT YOU DUMB FUCK

Have you even seen a character so fucking dumb they just disappoint you? That is how I currently feel about Jay. "Oh shit, I just saw the masked guy who attacked me and broke into my home. Let's fucking chase him."

"I am never going back to that house again." FUCKING FINALLY BITCH

oh shit someone is fucking with the cameras

wtf does totheark mean or stand for???

Rip Jay's apartment

Entry #26 was definitely something. So, Alex is alive, has a roommate or two, has managed to evade Slenderman for a while judging by the fact that his appearance was surprising to both Amy (idk who she is but I can tell she has no knowledge of what is going on) and Alex himself. Jay, this is clearly a trap, idiot. But, I understand falling for it ig.

Jay is the main character. He is still alive and I have no clue how but i do wanna know what happened in those seven months.

WHO IS JESSICA??????

omg poor jessica (assuming she is telling the truth)

MASKY YOU SON OF A BITCH

updates will stop for now because it's getting late and I'm pretty sure I have shit to do tomorrow (can't actually remember) gonna continue watching. I left off on Entry #34

We back

Tim "I may have had my leg broken by a paranoid film student, but I shall continue to torment his best friend" Wright.

Alex is suspicious as fuck. Calling it rn, he did or is doing something.

Still do not trust Alex like holy shit dude. Jessica, run, you want no part of this bullshit. Run, girl, run!

I am very confused as to what is going on w8th Tim, but I know that mf can run, lucky bitch.

With the rate that these mfs are falling to the ground in coughing fits, you'd think that Slenderman causes asthma not insanity. Also, wtf was Tim doing there. I originally thought this guy had no plot relevance.

TIM'S STALKING COMING IN CLUTCH OMG BEAT HIS ASS TIM

Gotta stop for a bit again cause I'm doing stuff with my family for a bit. Be back later

OMG I'M DUMB TOTHEARK IS TO THE ARK WHY DID THAT TAKE ME SO DAMN LONG I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE TO THEARK OR SOME SHIT IDK

OMG TIM NO THIS ISH'T YOUR FAULT SLENDERMAN IS JUST A RAT FACED BITCH

Why has Brian only crimes (from what I can remember) been like, so tame compared to what you would expect? This motherfucker seems to be routing for Tim and Jay, I think. "Wipe that stupid smile off your face." Alex says, referencing how, apparently, Brian was smiling at the knowledge that Alex cannot find Tim and Jay. Idk, I like hi so far even if the whole stalking thing ain't really my jam.

JESSICA MY GIRL NOOOOOOOO OMG NO

That was a shit show. BUT MY GIRL IS ALIVE I THINK AND THAT'S AWESOME.

FUCK ALEX FUCK SLENDERMAN LONG LIVE (RIP) THE HOLY TRINITY OF BRIAN TIM AND JAY IDC WHAT CRIMES THEY'VE DONE AT LEAST THOSE MFS TRIED TO FIGHT IT AND LING LIVE JESSICA THE MF WHO DIDN'T DESERVE ANY OF THIS SHIT (NONE OF THEM DID) I LOVE HER SM

I HAVE FINISHED MARBLE HORNETS NOW PREPARE TO SUFFER CAUSE I'M OBSESSED

[beanghostprincess]

My current favourite crackship that I just created myself is Hiyori×Alive!Kuina. Just because if she can't get Zoro she'll just go for his cousin instead.

You're a genius. Your brain is huge. Please, let me kiss your brain. This is just amazing. I love lesbians. You're SO real-

Hiyori is easily one of my favorite characters and I love her SO much and people won't stop reducing her to her ship with Zoro. I think she doesn't need anybody and if she did want somebody it should be a girl. Because I say so. And Kuina is just,,, She would've been such a great character. Can't stop thinking about this fanart I found because it has changed my life for the better. She's in Wano to train to become the world's greatest swordsman and I'm just thinking about what if Kuina had been there to help them out too and she had been the one to save Hiyori all those times instead of Zoro.... Thinking thoughts. Like, of course, Hiyori and Zoro also have their moments because I do actually like their dynamic and I think she admires him a lot!! But you know. Kuina saves Hiyori a couple of times (when Zoro was going to do it, actually, she just appears like a second before him and ruins his moment) and Hiyori just melts. Because who wouldn't? Kuina would be so tall and strong and a sizeable woman, and I would personally die if she helped me save my country. Besides, I think they'd understand each other because both are women that have been reduced to that role specifically instead of their ambitions and their power and they're so much more. Hiyori was helpless when she had to see her country turn into this mess and she couldn't so anything else but to pretend,, Like-- If somebody knows how being a woman in the world works is Hiyori, and Kuina would understand. She'd admire Kuina so much for her abilities and her personality and ambitions!!!!!! And Kuina would absolutely love Hiyori's kindness and strength for being able to put up with so much!!!

Not to mention that Kuina would be taller than her,,, And bigger,,, And Hiyori would have to look up,, And this is now just the aesthetic part but God they'd look so different. That's Hiyori's guard dog. Wouldn't it be funny if Kuina were all serious and teasing with Zoro and like "*raises eyebrow* seriously?" type of masc girl, and the second Hiyori is around she turns into the happiest person in the world and extremely protective of her? Zoro judges her but he can't say shit because he's literally the same with Luffy (and Kuina teases him even more because she always has the upper hand and it makes him so angry). They're both down bad. Hiyori is just so nice to her and keeps saying she trusts her to become the world's greatest swordsman but even if she doesn't, she'll always have her heart and a place to stay in Wano. And I am weak, guys, I am so weak for lesbians.

Aghhh this is SO good. Somebody make them kiss. I- This is great. Oda could just say "ah yes Kuina actually escaped her hometown on her own and faked her death and traveled to Wano" and I'd believe him wholeheartedly because I want her back. I also want Hiyori back. I miss Wano sometimes a lot.

Also, Kuina sees Zoro with Enma and she goes:

Kuina: Oh cool, you got Hiyori's sword. Good luck with that one. Zoro: Do you want it or what? I am not giving it to you. You'll have to fight for it. Kuina: Nah, when I win our fight I want to win against the king of hell. Nothing less. Zoro: Where's the 'I can't win I'm a girl' bullshit now? Kuina: Stayed with the girl. Now I am a woman and I am going to beat your ass.

And Hiyori looking at them having the biggest lesbian moment in the world kicking her feet and blushing and Momo is next to her like "hehe you have a crush-" and he doesn't get to finish what he was saying because Hiyori hits him so fucking hard he faints. Don't tease her. Poor girl. She's in love, leave her alone.

[fandomnsfw]

Changes pt 6 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Jason Derulo’s - Want to Want me

Warning: None! YETTTT! KINDA

Thank you to my wonderful Beta for sorting out my terrible errors XD @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You glanced at the clock on your bedside table with a frown heavily engraved on your face. You woke up three times during the night from what could only be called wet dreams, so the fact that you were awake again at such an early hour was an enigma to you.

You sighed irritably before sliding out of bed and slipping on your fluffy slipper boots. You threw on Scott’s hoodie before checking your hair wasn’t too unruly for other people to see. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad so you deemed yourself for the view of other people. Which at this time would most likely only be Derek and Peter.

You walked down the stairs with tired eyes, your footsteps heavy and slow as you shuffled your way to the living area. When the kitchen was in view you saw Derek, Peter and Lydia. You walked into the room without a sound and smashed your head against the clean marble counter causing Peter to flinch. You muttered an unintelligible ‘ow’ before standing back up, your movement quick enough to disorientate you for a second.  

“Bad night?” Peter questioned softly, however instead of answering you just slammed your head down again, this time on Peter's shoulder.

“I had an inhumane amount of wet dreams last night and I barely got any sleep. By the third one, I kind of wanted to go to Scott's room to sit on his dick just to end the pain.” You groaned as you swung one of Peter’s arms from side to side childishly.

“Well, you’re more vulgar than usual. Not to mention your actions and words appear to be rather contradictory to one another.” Peter snorted causing you to stop your childish actions.

“God, you smell like you just had a sex marathon.” Derek winced, his face full of disgust.

“You’re one to talk!” You snapped at you stood up straight point an accusatory finger at the younger Hale who quickly lowered his head.

“Carry on judging me and I’ll tell Jethan you stole their lube!”  

“So let me get this right, my ex-boyfriend and my current boyfriend’s twin, Derek stole their lube?” Lydia questioned with a smirk on her face.

“Jesus this pack is like a giant slutty orgy by this point. Scott’s mom Melissa is dating Chris, who is the dad of the first love of Scott, who is Stiles’ best friend, who used to date Malia, who is the daughter of Peter, who briefly went on a failed date with Scott’s mom Melissa and turned Scott, who is best friend’s with Stiles who’s now dating Derek, who turned Isaac who is now dating Scott’s first love Allison who is besties with Lydia who’s now dating Aiden, who is the twin of Ethan, who used to date Danny who was Jackson’s bestie, who used to date Lydia who was actually the first love of Stiles, who is dating Derek, who dated Allison’s aunt Kate, who is Chris’s sister who is now dating Scott’s mom. WOW! That physically hurt to get out.” You snorted with wide eyes, as you stared at everyone in the kitchen.  

“She’s right we’re like a giant pack orgy.” Lydia huffed as you thought about it seriously.  

“Talk about keeping it in the family.” Peter chuckled which only caused you to burst out laughing.  

“God, Peter, I love you sometimes.” You laughed as you wiped away some of your tears.  

You were picked up suddenly by your hood causing you to flail like Stiles before said person started carrying you around the kitchen like that. You looked at everyone else who looked amused by the fact you were literally hanging mid-air, being carried by what was obviously a wolf.

“Not on my watch.” Scott’s voice rang out and he sipped on what you resumed was coffee.

“Scott put me down you fucking caveman!” You screamed and he began flinging your limbs around again.

“No cos you might try and run away with Peter.” Scott huffed playfully, but you could tell he was grinning.

“Uncle Peter saaaave meeeee!” You screamed, making grabby hands at Peter who almost spits out his coffee at your words.

“Please don’t call me Uncle Peter it makes me feel like that old perverted uncle that always tries to grab your booty at family events.” Peter muttered, disgust evident on his face.  

“DERBEAR!” This time, however, said person did actually spit out his coffee. Derek looked at you like you’d gone crazy.  

“It’s like you and Stiles are one person split into two body’s…” Derek muttered with heavy scowl replacing his original shocked state.

You were currently throwing clothes about your room as you tried to figure out what you would wear for your date. You’d come to the pack house with Lydia and Erica after school, hoping to quickly find an outfit so the girls could do your makeup slowly. However, after taking a shower when you arrived home, you took one glance in your closet and the first thing that came out your mouth when you stared into the depths of hell was ‘I have nothing to wear’.

You knew it was illogical because you went on a major shopping spree less than a week ago but for some reason your brain was telling you, you had nothing to wear. Lydia scanned through your wardrobe before picking out an outfit quietly.  

“Put this on with your baby pink Calvin Klein thong and no bra. Scott seems to like you in Calvin’s so it’s a safe bet.” Lydia stated softly before ushering you to the bathroom.  

You gave a nod and walked into your small on suite bathroom, closing the door before you dropped your towel. You slid on your baby pink thing that had the Calvin Klein band around the top before grabbing the dress she’d gave you.

It was pure white, thankfully, it wasn’t thin so you wouldn’t be able to see the colour of your underwear. It was a pure white long sleeved bodycon dress, which would most likely reach your mid-thigh. You stared at the neckline before realising why Lydia said no bra it was a low V cut that showed a copious amount of cleavage.

You slid the dressed over your head before pulling the tight yet comfortable material down so it was sat perfectly before making your way into your bedroom. Lydia gave you a smirk and nod whereas Erica gave you an applause.  

“Okay, makeup.” Lydia stated as she passed you a dressing gown.  

“Why do I need this?” You asked as you put it on.  

“You’re wearing a pure white dress. If even a spec of eyeshadow fall out or powder get on that thing then it has to go in the bin.” Lydia snorted, rolling her eyes softly.  

“Why couldn’t I just put it on after my makeup was done?” You questioned, frowning at Erica who chuckled at your words.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” Lydia huffed before picking up foundation and the damp beauty blender.  

Lydia was adding the finishing touches to your makeup while Erica stood holding the straighteners while they warmed up. Stiles burst into the room, a pair of heels clutched in his hands, earning a raised eyebrow from you, as Erica separated your hair and started straightening it.

“Stiles, why are you holding a pair of cherry red high heels?” You asked seriously, your eyebrow still raised.  

“Get your mind out of the gutter! Lydia asked me to bring her cherry red Louboutin’s. She said it was urgent!” Stiles shouted, panting as he tried to calm his breathing.

“You know what Louboutin’s are? And look like?” You teased playfully, earning a chuckle from Erica.  

“I’ve been on more shopping trips with Lydia than anyone I know…plus…I was there when she bought them.” Stiles muttered with a blush as he placed the shoes in front of your feet before taking you ankle and sliding your foot into one of the shoes.

“I feel like a friggin’ Princess right now.” You giggled as Stiles slid the other shoes on.

“More like a Queen. Alpha’s are like Kings of the pack, therefore, more like a Queen.” Stiles chuckled playfully.

Erica finished your hair just in time to hear the front door downstairs open. Scott had gone home to do his homework and change clothes so when you smelt his scent and the door open and close you knew it was him.  

Erica brushed through your now straight hair making it look sleek and smooth. You straightened your dress as you stood up earning a thumbs up and eyebrow wiggle from Stiles. You glanced in the mirror before staring at like in shock.  

Your eyebrows had been filled in so they looked faded, while your skin looked flawless with slight contouring. Your eyes had been done with a perfect wing and natural yet thick false lashes and your lips had been done with a crimson matte red which was similar to your shoes.

“Isn’t my lipstick gonna…ermm…come off later?” You muttered with a blush.  

“As long as you don’t eat greasy food or Scott eats greasy food your safe. I used the good stuff.” Lydia chuckled softly, looking at you with a reassuring smile.

“Might come off if you suck hi-”

“OKAAAAAY THEN!” Stiles screamed, interrupting Erica’s comment.  

You snorted before walking out the room, your heart racing a thousand miles a minute but as soon as you got to the top of the stairs and saw Scott you breathing stopped. Scott glanced up at you obviously sensing your presence however when he did he began choking on thin air. The other pack members rush out at Scott’s reactions and glanced up the stairs. Some members gaped at you, however, the first to speak up was Ethan.

“I may have just turn undeniably straight.” Earning him a very loud growl from Scott.

“I can’t say I don’t agree.” Mason chuckled this time causing Scott to huff angrily.  

You walked down the stairs silently, a blush painting your cheek but you hoped the makeup would cover it. Scott was dress in his Biker leather jacket, tight black suit pants and a crimson red shirt that was tucked into his pants, his shirt had a few buttons undone causing you to swallow.  

“I hope you’ve got a jacket it’s not exactly warm out.” Scott asked carefully, with a slight concerned frown.

“I’m more concerned about the fact she has to get on a bike in that thing.” Derek snorted, causing your eyes to widen as you shot a look at Lydia who was standing at the top of the stairs.  

“Uncle Peter?” You muttered with fake innocence. Everyone immediately began to laugh or choking.

“No, you cannot borrow my Chevy.” He huffed as he continued reading his paper.

“What about the Mustang.” You whined childishly.

“No.”

“What about the Ferrari’?!” You huffed, slowly losing your patience.

“You mean my LaFerrari’ Spider?” Peter gaped as if I’d totally gone crazy.

“It matches my shoes?” You muttered the excuse like it was the most reasonable excuse in the world.

“Ask Derek he has a car too.”  

“Dere-”

“HELL NO! If you think I’m letting you borrow my brand new Camaro think again!” Derek screamed before you could even ask.

“FINE! BUT WHEN I HAVE ALL OF BEACON HILLS TALK ABOUT WHAT COLOUR MY UNDIES ARE IT’S GONNA BE ALL YOUR FAULT! WHEN MY REPUTATION AS A LADY IS FUCKED IT’S YOUR FAULT!” You screamed angrily making everyone’s eyes pop out there skull.  

“If I let you borrow my Ferrari will you shut up and leave?!” Peter snapped angrily.  

“YES!” You yelled childishly, crossing your arms.  

He stood up moving over to the key holder on the wall. His eyebrow set down in a frown as he threw the keys at you. You smiled as you ran over and hugged him.

“Thanks, Peter.” You giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking Scott’s hand and leaving out the door without another word. You walked to the large garage, opening the door before uncovering his Ferrari. You squealed before hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Can’t I drive?” Scott whined as you reached down and took off your heels.

“No Peter leant it to me and if there even a scratch I don’t want you getting into shit. At least if it’s me who did it, I may survive his wrath.” You snorted as you passed the heels to Scott who raised an eyebrow at you in return.

“I can’t drive in heels that are bigger than me.” You responded sarcastically.  

You started the car as the garage door opened. The sound of the engine sending shivers down your spine. Scott chuckled at your satisfied expression before you opened your mouth and ruined the moment.

“I think this car turns me on more than you.” You pondered earning a glare from your boyfriend. He didn’t even dare dignify that with a response, so you set off to the restaurant he’d booked a table at.

You arrived after about 10 minutes, Scott exiting the car before you. He opened your door and crouched down as he held out his hand as if asking for your foot. You grinned as he slid the shoes onto your feet. He caressed the back of your leg slightly, looking up at you with a lust filled expression which almost caused you to whimper. Instead, you decided to break it up.

“You’re the second man to ever do this for me.” You said sweetly, yet somehow knew it would piss Scott off.

“Second?” He growled moodily.

“The first was Stiles. About 5 minutes before you arrived cos I was having my hair done.” You giggled knowing he’s chuckle at this.

He took off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders, before sliding his arm around your lower waist. His hands gripping your hip tightly, as you walked into the building. You had to refrain from moaning at the feeling.  

“If you keep manhandling me I’m going to ask that you take me outside and screw me against a tree.” You whispered seductively but somehow managed to keep your face in a sweet smile.

“And you keep talking like that we won’t even make it outside before I bend you over.” Scott retaliated huskily.  

You sat down as he pulled out your chair before pushing you in. His hands purposely brushing against the back of your neck. His rough hand causing shivers to run down your spine you looked down now noticing your nipples were apparently wanting an appearance because they were suddenly hard and extra sensitive.  

You quickly slid on Scott's jacket properly, earning a questioning glance from Scott that you ignored. His hand reached over the table, holding it out quietly. You took his hand with a smile as you tried to ignore the arousal currently stirring in your stomach. You stared at Scott forearms that were bare and filled with bulging veins. He’d rolled his red shirt sleeves up to his elbows, as soon as he’d sat down which was currently causing you to squirm in your seat.  

You heard Scott asked a question but you were so focused on how his arms would feel pinning you down while he drilled into you like an animal.

“Y/N!” Scott shouted, his voice finally snapping you out your daze.

“Y-Yes?” You stuttered as you looked into his eyes.

“Stop it.” He instructed, flash his red eyes at you.

“S-Sorry.” You whispered softly, a blush creeping up onto your face once again.  

You ate dinner with mostly silence, as you both tried to avoid staring at each other too long. The tension was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife but either way, you ate the dinner and even had dessert. However, the taste of the cheesecake you were eating was merely a distraction, from your skin that felt like it was on fire anytime even dared to take a glance at you.  

You hurriedly ate the food then set your cutlery down with shaking hands. Scott sipped his water as he observed you from across the table his eyes felt like they could burn through you as you shifted in your seat nervously.  

“S-Scott?” You whispered softly, your words sounding breathless as you finally looked him in the eyes.

“T-Take me home.” You added, clutching at the hem of your dress in an attempt to ground yourself.

He quickly paid the bill before standing, grabbing your hand tightly as he dragged you out the restaurant without uttering a word. He put you in the passenger seat before making his way to the driver’s seat.  

You didn’t dare tell him you should drive because right now you were unsure of whether you’d be able to get either of you or the car home safely. He started the car and sped home faster than you’d ever seen him drive, even on his bike.  

When he parked the car he got out and made it to your side however instead of grabbing your hand he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a squeal as he did so before he stormed into the house quietly. He stopped at the stairs and stared at the pack that was sat in the living area.

“Don’t come into my room for the next 24 hours unless someone’s dying.” He growled before storming up the stairs. You let out a rather girlish ‘eep’ at the implication you wouldn’t emerge from the bedroom until tomorrow evening.  

He burst into his room, kicking the door closed before throwing you on the bed. He stopped at the end of the bed and looked down at you, his eyes glowing the same red as your shoes which he slowly slipped off your feet before gripping your calves tightly, causing you to whimper.

“I’m sorry I tried to control myself, Y/N. Didn’t wanna make you cry…but right now, nothing sounds more tempting, than to hear you cry out my name.”  

Part 5 <- -> Part 7

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

'Bedroom Present' The Naegi siblings don't expect the Asahina siblings to be like this in each of their rooms. Aoi shows off her goods for Makoto in his room, while Yuta does the same towards Komaru at her room.

Warning: lewd content below

“Nnnnnngggghhh! Fuck me harder!”

“Could you keep it down? You're not the only one having sex in this house.” Makoto lectured Komaru from the doorway. He propped his arm against the side of it and peaked in at his step-sister being fuck doggy style. Yuta seemed to temporarily panic, but Makoto simply waved him off. He didn't seem to mind Yuta currently balls deep inside of her while they were talking, besides the fact that Komaru herself was moaning like a bitch because of it.

“You're one to talk! I had to deal with you screaming about ‘Hina this’ and ‘Hina that’ for the past hour. We both get one sibling so buzz off.” Komaru complained, throwing her voice comically deeper when appropriate. She wasn't completely wrong however, considering how loud her brother was being while fucking Hina. Everyone in the house could practically tell when he was going to cum based on how loud his moans were (which she found super hot, yet decided to keep her mouth shut about it).

“Yes but I started before you even got home, and stopped when I realized you were home.”

“You're still fucking her though!” Komaru pointed out Hina on her knees behind the door. She could barely be seen, but occasionally Komaru saw her lips around her step-brother's cock.

“I don't know what you're talking about. Now just muffle your mouth please. Or else I'll do it for you.”

“Hmmph!” Komaru pouted before changing her posture. If Makoto was going to tell her to muffle herself she'd muffle herself alright. She grabbed Yuta’s cock with her hands before shoving it into her mouth, bobbing on his cock to gag herself. All the while not breaking eye contact with Makoto, making sure he could see her giving the pettiest blowjob of her life.

“Oh you think you're so-”

“Makoto! Komaru! What's going on here?” Their mother appeared in the hallway, visibly upset.

“Komaru Isn't being quiet!”

“Makoto's isn’t being fair!”

“Really? I thought I raised you both better than that? Act your age when guests come over.” Upset with her children's bickering, the nude mother grabbed her son's arm before practically throwing him on the bed next to Komaru. “Quit bickering and get along, understood?”

‘“Y-yes mom.”’

The MILF seemed proud of herself, before turning to leave. Before she could leave the room she saw the still shocked Hina standing by the entrance. “If you need anything at all darling don't hesitate to ask.” She told her before departing back to the living room to talk to Hina’s father. Though judging by the white liquid between her legs, Hina knew exactly what kinda talk they were having.

“Wow, your mom's super cool.” Hina told Makoto as she jumped on the bed with him. She unzipped her tracksuit to let her huge tits fall out, covering Makoto's dick. Teasingly she planted a kiss on the tip before continuing with a titfuck. “Sucks that she totally chewed you out though.”

“Y-yeah, she's pretty awesome. Though she always takes Komaru’s side in arguments, even when she-MMMPH!” Makoto was cut off by an annoyed Komaru sitting on his face. She rubbed her pussy on him while still sucking on Yuta’s throbbing cock. She temporarily removed her lips from him and turned around to speak to Hina.

“So sorry about my annoying big brother. He seems okay but is secretly a big loser when it comes to stuff like this. Next time you need some dick just ask me and I'll call my dad for you, he seems to like you and your mom a lot.”

Hina laughed at the situation in front of her. What could she say? It was only normal for siblings to fight after all.

[partyinthemysterymachine]

I need your opinion in essay form of the sh2 remake coming soon your opinion on the subject is the only one that matters to me

i'll be up front with you mate and say that i'm stoked te FUCK for the remake. i have actually not watched the new trailer, i have not watched any new gameplay videos, i have not played the demo. i have not read any new articles and i have hardly kept up with the news at all. i watched the first couple of trailers including the Maria, Angela, and Eddie reveals and then stopped.

it looks beautiful. i can't fucking wait to be back in my foggy little town.

that said, i have my concerns -- tho my concerns actually don't align with the popular ones that're around, lmao. i'm not worried about Angela or Maria or Eddie or Laura or Mary or James yet. personally, i can't give a shit until i have the controller in my hands and i'm playing it for myself. i refuse to judge and i refuse to engage in extended commentary or debate about the characters until i get to have my own experience and have time to absorb it. (tho of course i am extremely concerned about a misogynistic or sexist james but i'm definitely keeping a lid on the worries lol.)

so my actual concerns? well.. i'm chinhands at some of the nurse redesigns, i'm not gonna lie. squinting a little hard at a couple of them, mainly because of (what appears to be absolutely 100% clear) fanservice and oversexualization because HEHE LOOK IT'S THE SH2 BOOBY NURSES. like yes we all know that masahiro ito is perpetually horny but come on.

come on.

even so i can understand it, we'll see if i forgive it lol.

when watching the maria reveal trailer, the one thing that REALLY bugged me about it were the sun shafts through the windows. like.. what the fuck. are those bright-ass sun shafts DOING coming in thru the windows. like can i help you?? hello it's super foggy outside why are there YELLOW SUN SHAFTS coming in thru the WINDOWS????

.. and then i thought about it. because, well like: what if it's a projection from James. what if those sun shafts are halluncations; what if he's reaching for hope (despite this being a hospital) in a place that's supposed to provide hope (despite this being a hospital and a place where, yanno, his wife definitely did not receive hope) and so he imagines sun shafts being there because that's what he expects from the imagery. what if it's an illusion provided by Maria?; or what if it's a reflection of the EARLY days of Mary's illness when he and Mary HAD hope that there would be a cure and thus sun shafts on a spring or summer day thru the windows light up the room and provide hope, and he's reflecting back on that because he's currently in silent hill hoping to find his dead wife.

...... :)

sooooo y'see?? while there are some head-scratching details going on in what i've chosen to look at so far, the concern i had about fucking inexplicable sun shafts thru the windows can actually be explained. but also i'm a fucking psychology nerd and i live and breathe and foam at the mouth about this shit. i fucking LOVE symbolism and i WILL be breathing heavily and chewing my hands.

but uhhh lol anyway LOL, i'm excited for it. i don't expect "perfection" and honestly i don't have any hard expectations: i only expect that the characters are being treated with respect and that they're given their due.

clearly, there have also been dialogue changes in the game that got me going like 👀👀👀👀👀 because i fucking LOVE that shit (sometimes). like. .. ok.

what really irks me about the climate surrounding sh2 is that the large majority of the fandom can't fucking stop sucking off the line delivery and the "david lynch vibes" and just the entire fucking original game in general. like i can't fully get into it here ofc but i'm sick of everyone being so deep in the aforementioned's pubes that they lose absolute shit about it. like it's either guy cihi's line delivery or gtfo. it's so asinine, it's so pretentious, it's so stupid.

i'm tired of the "david lynch line delivery" stuff. i'm tired of it. it's so pretentious and it's dumb. i'm looking forward to fresh new voice acting and new lines that will give the characters another edge and outlook.

that all said, am i mad as HELL about James's coat inaccuracies?? yes. oh my fucking G O D yes i am mad as FUCKING H E L L about that because it's so fuckign ICONIC WHY WOULDN'T YOU JUST ASDLFASFKHLXVFUCKING PUT THE FUCKIGN APTCHES ON THIS FUCKIGN COAT IT'S LITERALLY NOT THAT HHARD HE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING POTTERY BARN MODEL I'M LOSING MY S H I T OVER THIS ASDLFKLADGFLHKSDGFHLSDFG I HAAATTEEE ITTTTTTT JUST PUT HIS FUCKING PATCHES BACK ON PLEASE I BEG OF YOU IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING HARDDDDDD PPPLLEASSSEE WHY WOULD YO UDO THIS

and i will not let my anger about that rest until i see those stupid fucking patches back on his coat so help me god :3!

BUT IN ESSENCE, here's what i really have to say:

do not. do NOT. play the game with expectations. and i know that is hard; i know that people have been chatting and that there has been negativity out the wazoo. and that's why i've been avoiding it. i watch what i want to watch and hear a couple stupid things through the grapevine (mostly of fans being idiots lol) but other than that i've chosen to just be excited to play it.

but just do your best to NOT play the game with ANY expectations. and PLEASE!! remember that first impressions, while of COURSE very important, are not the end-all. they are only the FIRST IMPRESSIONS; your opinion can change. your viewpoints and consideration can change.

so when you play the game for the first time, stop. don't build any solid feelings about it yet unless something REALLY gets you. sleep on it. digest it. keep an open mind and go back to to play the game AGAIN, because --

EVERYONE NEEDS TO REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE NOT PLAYING THE ORIGINAL SILENT HILL 2, SO DO NOT EXPECT THE ORIGINAL SILENT HILL 2.

and i know it's going to be hard for a LOT of people to divorce that. but i know that i'm going to get excited and post a little about the game after i play but i'm going to also endeavor to reserve my REAL opinions for AFTER multiple playthroughs, because i do not think it's very fair to the game nor myself and my critical thinking skills to judge it after one playthrough. this will require multiples for a full impression, and i feel this way VERY ADAMANTLY about the original SH2, too.

i'm excited for the remake. i am going to be buying a ps5 specifically for this game to play it on my TV. i'm stoked. i'm nervous. i'm so excited. South Vale looks so fucking beautiful and i LOVE South Vale so much. environments are important to me, this whole entire town is important to me (and GOOMT probably has a lot to do with that, ngl LOL), these characters are important to me. i care about how they're going to be portrayed. i care about the lore, a lot. i care, but i'm remaining neutral-positive until i have a chance to play, fully digest, and think.

and i can't fucking WAIT for the remake. i want james to fall into a puddle immediately and that's all that i truly ask for (OTHER THAN THE FUCKING PATCHES BEING PUT ON HIS FUCKING C O A T ASDFLLHKDFGHJKLSDFGHKJL BLOOOOOBBBBEERRRRRR KONAMI HOW COULD YOU LET THEM DO THIS ok wait nvm i mean it is konami after all. yeah) I'M JUST SO EXCITED LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO aaaaAAAAAAAA MYYYY BABY BOY SUNDYBABBYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!

[comicbookhyperfixationtime]

Uncanny X-Men #194- Juggernaut's Back in Town

Last Issue Recap: The team fought Thunderbird's identical brother and his Hellion friends in a US base, tanked whatever remained of their superhero credibility and then proceeded to just let Thunderbird and the Hellions waltz on back to Emma Frost without any repercussions.

This cover is pretty cool, I wouldn’t say the composition is fantastic but it makes it pretty clear what this issue is going to be about (a big ol’ heavy hitter slap fight) and Rogue with Nightcrawler and Colossus’ powers is intriguing.

The issue doesn't start with a fight though, it starts with Juggernaut having a friendly conversation with the most oblivious cop in New York

Yessir, I'm sure the giant hunk of muscle wider than he is tall couldn't possibly have anything to do with the recently escaped super criminal. 10/10 polic-ing.

Juggernaut watches some news crew give exposition for new readers on him (there's plenty of convoluted backstory but all you really need to know is he's the Juggernaut, bitch) and his recent appearances in other comics (shameless plugins). They also remind us how the X-men and Spiderman (who was Juggernaut's latest foe) are Feared and Hated By the World They Have Sworn to Protect. The popularity of a Marvel character in-universe is indirectly proportional to their popularity IRL, thus why Wonderman is highly successful film star.

Cut to the X-men in the Currently-Not-Destroyed Xavier's School upstate waking up and not giving a singular fuck about one of their super criminals on the loose.

He stayed up all night watching old swashbuckler films ahhhh he's such a dork I love him! (Thirsty Sidenote: this is I think the first time Kurt has been drawn without a shirt and gloves on. In earlier issues he seemed to basically live 24/7 in his costume. Yes I noticed. Don't judge me.)

Nobody cares, that is, except for Colossus (aka Piotr Rasputin), who went from one of my favorite characters to least favorite characters when he started dating an underage Kitty Pryde until Marvel Editor in Chief Jim Shooter told them to stop (possibly the only good decisions Jim Shooter ever made). They wasted so much good himbo potential with this boy. Anyway, he's very excited for a rematch with Juggey after demolishing a few blocks with him in a post-breakup funk several issues ago. So excited he quite literally busts out of his clothes.

See, its dumbass himbo behavior like this I'd enjoy a lot more if I couldn't get the bad taste of him and Kitty out of my mouth. Screw you Claremont for ever thinking that was ok.

Wolverine comes in from his daily barefoot snow jog in purple pajamas to tell Nightcrawler to get the team ready to track down Juggernaut because blah blah its their jobs booo you spoilsport. Honestly I would have loved an issue where the X-men just stayed at home and did nothing. I find the cool-down moments in long running comic series are usually my favorite parts. Its nice to see how these characters interact with each other and live their lives when they aren't constantly in mortal peril. But the cover promised a big knockdown dragemout and so, the plot must keep plotting. (Side note: how did Wolvie even find out about the Juggernaut? Everyone else was listening to the radio but he was running outdoors. His plot sense was tingling I guess).

Since Cyclops is a married man, Storm has lost her powers and Professor X is off in Scotland doing New Mutants stuff, Kurt now has the sole leadership responsibility of the team. I've really enjoyed Kurt's run as team leader so far. He's doing his best but he's not cut out for leadership and its clear he hates every minute of it. He's an extroverted sweetheart who would rather support his friends. Its nice to see Nightcrawler get more stuff to do after barely being present for the past for story arcs. His self doubt is also a fantastic change of pace from the previous leadership dynamics, which were the team leader going "Wah wah wah I'm the leader and you have to do what I say I'm going to be a controlling little bitch," and the second in command/former leader muttering under their breath "I would be such a better leader I deserve this title more leader doesn't know what they're doing wah wah wah." It was basically a three way dick measuring contest between Cyclops, Storm and Professor X and I hated every egotistical minute of it.

Speaking of Storm, we cut to her in her home in Kenya showing some colonial douchecanoes who's boss. Storm was recently depowered by an antimutant weapon created by Forge (long story) and so has quit the team and is returning home to find inner peace or something. Being 80s Marvel Kenya is of course portrayed in a nuanced and intelligent manner- just kidding its a thatched roof bush station in the savannah and I'm pretty sure they only chose Mount Kilimanjaro because it was the only place in Africa they could name.

Also this specific Racist White Dude is using a South African slur (kaffir) in Kenya. I'd like to say the writers meant him to be a South African on vacation in Kenya but to be honest I don't think they were thinking that hard about it. If I'm wrong though and this isn't just an example of lazy writing, lmk.)

The women running bush station who Storm saves turns out to be a member of the tribe that worshipped her as a Goddess in her first appearance (because, again, Marvel is well known for their fantastic African representation /s) and falls at her feet. The implications of this are that the regional drought mentioned in previous panels is the result of Ororo joining the X-men and no longer acting as weather Goddess, which raises a whole bunch of questions about the morality of her decision to leave in the first place, as well as broader questions about the ecology of the Marvel Universe as a whole that literally superpowers were needed to keep the climate in the region stable in the first place (climate change must be hitting them hard and fast, forget the Setinels, this is the bad future y'all should be going back to stop!). Anyway, I'm sure at least some of these will be answered the next time we see her.

Back to the main storyline, Kitty and Rachel are spying on Juggernaut, who is in a bank in civies, seemingly doing ordinary, none-crime stuff.

Look at his giant butt in that tiny chair how could anybody be fooled by this?!

The stakeout is going pretty quietly until Nimrod shows up to finally do something. The panels showing him locking in on the X-men's location is pretty neat, but its giving me Deja Vu. I wonder if its because the panel is so famous I've seen it before, or if they copied some iconic imagery from something else (it is giving me Escape From New York vibes)

Rachel and Kitty evacuate the civies and regroup with the rest of the X-men as Nimrod focuses his attention on Juggernaut. He punches Juggernaut into a conveniently empty construction lot where they can beat the stuffing out of each other without the writers having to worry about civilians. Do you think construction lots cause superhero fights, or do superhero fights cause construction lots? Its a chicken-egg sort of thing I feel. The X-men show up to stick their noses in like a bunch of idiots and this is where I have to make my opinions on Nimrod known.

Nimrod is a mutant hunting cop-robot that had been introduced previously, having been pulled into the current timestream from the Days of Future Past timeline when Dr Strange reversed time to stop the spell of an evil wizard from turning Manhatten into a Hyborian Era fantasy kingdom. I personally think exchanging Fantasy AU Avengers for pink murderbot is a pretty lame deal, but what do I know. Anyway, he's spent all his time since his initial appearance living in some poor guy's basement, eating his snacks, taking up space and barely masquerading as human, much like me.

So. I'ma be honest. I don't like Nimrod. I think he looks like a stupid pink trapezoid. Also, his name is dumb. Yeah, yeah, Nimrod was a famous biblical hunter, I know, but like. This was the 80s. Bugs Bunny had been a thing for decades, "Nimrod" was already well established as an insult and honestly giving the guy that goofy-ass triangle head and Looney Toons-esque invulnerability is not helping the associations. Like, what the hell were the DoFP folks thinking?! But then again this is same Evil Future Government that decided Rachel's mutant hunter outfit should be a literal goddamn gimpsuit so I think its been well established that their real crime aren't against humanity but fashion.

He's also extremely OP in the worst way. I can't even keep track of how many powers this guy has. And you'd think that might make the fight's interesting, right, like you'll you never know what's going to happen next? No actually it makes everyfight extremely boring because I know exactly what's going to happen next, the X-men are going to attack with something and Nimrod is going to go "Nu-uh, you can't hit me I have my everything shield!" and take them out of the fight with some new weapon he pulled out of his ass. And that's exactly what happens this time. Nightcrawler and Colossus teleport into the fight? Nimrod's tracking systems immediately detect them and he blasts them unconscious. Wolverine does a fastball special?But oh no, a force field! Kitty phases through him? Not only does she not disrupt his systems, she gets knocked back by energy field!

The demonstration of Nimrod's bullshit powers is great here, but I actually wanted to post this because of Rachel's fit. Its so 80s but I kind of adore it. This nonsense continues even after Rogue absorbs Kitty, Nightcrawler and Colossus's powers in a Hail Mary. Don't get me wrong, Rogue kicks ass and its hella entertaining but Nimrod once again is on his bullshit. She punches him into a million tiny pieces and he just reforms himself! Then he teleports out of there because I guess even he knew this fight had dragged on long enough. Which is another thing I hate about Nimrod; they can never actually kill the bastard. He'll just teleport away and come back next time with even more bullshit. It'd be so cathartic if Rogue had finally just smacked him down for good but I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of him in the future. The X-men let the Juggernaut go, despite him being a literal criminal, because they've been doing that a lot recently. Unfortunately for them, this time surprise news crews have been behind the fourth wall the whole time like its an episode of Impractical Jokers and now the whole world knows they didn't even try to do their job. And don't give me any "oh they were weak they knew they couldn't taken him" Juggernaut had his psionic bucket hat off and Rachel Summers was right there she could have taken him down with a single thought.

We end the comic with an ominous discussion about the X-men by two members of the Russian Security council.

You can tell its Moscow because of the picture perfect view of St Basil's which magically appears in the window. Also, how the heck am I supposed to take Eyepatch Ivanovich here seriously when he's wearing little red booty shorts?! Anyway, this certainly was an issue of X-men. It started off really fun, then it got kind of generic. Certainly not the worst or most infuriating by any means. Looking forward to next issue!

Edit: I took the comic at face value and wrote that Mount Kilimanjaro was in Kenya. Mount Kilimanjaro is actually in Tanzania, near the Kenyan border, so unless the borders have shifted since 1985, Claremont is an idiot and so am I.

[carmenthabaddie]

I am making it a point to dress nicely and more feminine and taking pride in my appearance. And heels more and cute flats from brands like Roxy. Always wanted a pair and think I buy pair soon. And my makeup came out good

Also I refuse to think negative anymore and need instant gratification and fake dopamine from stuff that don’t matter and shouldn’t be used for happiness. And that is not need likes and shares and comments to feel any type of good feelings. And post and follow like minded people. We have to stop using social media to find value in ourselves. I post because I inspire not because I need million views on a post. If you manifesting fame stop caring about numbers just be yourself and do something you passionate about and stick with affirmation “ I am famous” and actually believe and never judge yourself when you feel a post should be better than it is. Everything you want you already have. Stop trying to manifest and start knowing you have it already period. I am honestly happy I stopped reacting to my current reality. Only look and pay attention to what you actually want and who you actually want. Don’t let anything or anyone discourage you when it’s you that calls the shots. You better act like you know. Especially us black women.

Black women are beautiful and powerful and spiritual and only deserve the best. The world shames and get so mad we have standards. I honestly stopped giving a fuck about society views on us not accepting less as black women and dreaming big. This world is huge and I’m gonna get a piece of the pie. And you will too. I’m rooting for you. Root for yourself too. Spirit and ancestors will bless you when you stop and surrender and have faith in them. The “why” “how” “when” isn’t important when you have unshakable faith in yourself and spirit and ancestors. Took me years knowing and feeling this confident about manifestations and law of assumption and African traditional religions spiritual practices made by us and for us. It’s power in being black. And they hate us for it. But I stand ten toes down in my blackness and think highly of myself and other blacks. 2024 will be good to me and other black people.

Spirit and my black ancestors in me and is a blessing to have them in my physical vessel aka body. Stop lowering your worth for people who wasn’t worthy of you to begin with. It’s good feeling to know my worth and not settle and thrive and have anything or anyone

[hxlda-hxlda]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN A 400K FIC ?

WHTA- WHAT DO YOU MEAN 😭

girl 'that's the idea' gets more out of hand by the day. i swear on sirius black's life (ignore his death) that this fic started out with a 50k end goal. but then i started planning more, and i went 'oh ok maybe 150k'. and then i kept planning and writing, and i went 'oh ok maybe 200k', 'oh ok maybe 300k', and now i have a doc that's at 110k, and i'm not even CLOSE.

based on how i want to pace this thing, and all that i have planned, 400k is looking about right. maybe more. by god it never ends. everyone ignore the lurking sequel i have in the back of my mind as well.

someone comment on this post when i hit like 700k or something stupid. i probably would. someone stop me, i beg.

anyway!! in my other ask i talked a bit more abt the whole fic here, so here have an excerpt from an upcoming chapter!!! one of my favs ever!!! here you go:

“I didn’t know you were a Bowie fan.” 

Sirius snapped his head to the left, tearing his mind from the melodramatic crescendo that was screeching from the spinning disk and toward the direction of that familiar Welsh lilt. Sirius did not understand why he was surprised, Lupin was the one Sirius followed into the dingy little shop in the first place. And yet, when his eyes met with those currently assessing him with something akin to amusement—scarred eyebrow raised and all—something in him jolted. 

“What?” Even Sirius could admit it was not the best of his comebacks, but he could hardly remember Lupin’s comment after the surprise of him actually being there so you can cut him some slack. 

“Didn’t take you as a Bowie fan.” 

Sirius blinked; once, twice. “Who?” 

“David Bowie?” The amusement on Lupin’s scarred features expanded into something of a sly smile. He tucked his hands into his muggle jeans, which appear to be a size too large (quite the feat for such a tall fucking freak), and had a hole in one of the knees. Lupin nodded at the magazine Sirius was suddenly aware remained in his hands. “Him.” 

Sirius glanced down, holding up the cover enough to read, printed in vibrant red, indeed; ‘DAVID BOWIE’. The man between the lettering—Bowie, presumably—peered from between his fingers in an almost predatory gaze. For a picture that, strangely, did not move, those eyes seemed to find more of Sirius than the normal pair might. He did not like it. 

Sirius looked back up at Lupin. “Oh, I’m not.” 

“Yes, I’ve gathered that now.” Remus was looking at him like Sirius was the stupid one. Like it was something amusing. “He’s very popular with muggles, y’know.” 

The song had changed. This one was slower, but it had the same nasally rasp of the voice to it. Judging by the cover set beside the record player—the one with the strange makeup and hair and eyes, those same damn eyes—this was David Bowie singing. 

“Sounds shit, makes sense it would appeal to mudbloods.” 

Remus hummed a noncommittal response, that small smile still playing on his scarred lips as he regarded Sirius in the not-quite-but-definitely-somewhat uncomfortable lull in the conversation. The song filled the silence. 

One day, though it might as well be someday 

You and I will rise up all the way 

All because of what you are 

The prettiest star

“What are you doing here, Sirius?” 

Sirius was just wondering the same thing himself. Why exactly had he wanted to come in here? Staring vacantly at Lupin while some muggle lunatic raved on, was not the answer, actually. He did not say that. 

“Do I need a reason to be here?” That was what he said. 

Lupin scoffed. “You’ve never looked more out of place in your life, Black.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A lie. He’d never felt more out of place in his life.