#someday....when motivation strikes .

[bungouchronicles]

There's just something about a couple of FICTIONAL criminals going undercover in another country and experiencing a quiet and domestic life for the first time ever that hits the vibes just right

[lighthouseas]

godDAMN you know how to craft a story i love your fics they are so beautiful and compelling and the structure is chefs kiss and i am forever obsessed<333

AAAAHHG thank u 🥺🥺🥺❤️

[lushrue]

i’ve been seeing a lot of business/ceo aus with the 141, but i’ve been bingewatching “suits” lately so…law firm au?

The 141 Law Group is one of the most prestigious in London. they take on clients that nobody else will, lots of high profile people and large businesses. they have a great reputation for discreteness, getting things done quickly and quietly and mostly above board. 141 handpicks their associates from the top law schools in the UK and it’s an honor to be chosen by them.

jonathan price is managing partner. at the end of the day, it’s him who makes the decisions of what clients to take on, what expenses are necessary and which ones aren’t, and how to handle the difficult cases. he runs the show, and what he says goes. usually mills around in the associate spaces, making sure the firm’s making good investments in the rookies. his background is in criminal law, but getting him in the courtroom is tough these days. he can be tempted out of his cushy corner office on occasion, though.

simon riley is a senior partner, price’s right hand. he was one of the founding partners of the firm, but chose to keep his name off the official paperwork. he has more interest in being a lawyer than a manager, though he likes to throw his weight around from time to time. expert in business law, does a really good job at giving government oversight the finger and finding workarounds for his clients. he has his limits though, won’t help his clients take action that will harm consumers. most people think he’s sleazy and dirty, but there’s a heart of gold underneath that prada suit.

john mactavish is the firm’s numbers guy. we already know he’s good with math, he has to be not to blow himself to bits. he keeps the ledgers balanced and the firm consistently in the green. has a few clients of his own that he advises on strictly financial matters. price brings him on every new client lunch because of his charm and wit, swears they’ve gotten a couple of clients because of johnny’s sense of humor alone. likes the water cooler talk, especially with lawyers in different specializations. this man knows so many random bits and pieces of international law, business law, entertainment law all because of the people he strikes up conversation with.

kyle garrick is the freshest face, hired for a permanent position after being chosen as an associate. aspiring senior partner, would love to co-manage the firm with price someday. he works primarily with international clients, loves the late nights reading up on the laws that govern other countries. he’s great at finding loopholes, just like simon. he’s aggressive in the courtroom when he does get to go, oftentimes as co-counsel with simon or johnny. he’s scribbling notes in every meeting he’s in, soaking in all the information. despite the multiple offers he’s gotten from other firms, his loyalty lies with john.

and then there’s you, their new secretary. simon was hesitant when john announced your hiring at the partners’ meeting, didn’t really think they needed someone fielding calls and making copies when that was what the associates were for. john had purely personal motivations for hiring you, though. poached you from the rival firm, Shadow Company, LLC. while you’d been content enough in your position, phillip graves was a bit of a sleazeball, in your opinion. when price came in with his sweet talk and promise of a signing bonus, you were hooked. nevermind that it took a whole week of morning coffees and tickets to the ballet for johnny to agree to the extra expense. they change their mind when you show up to work in your tight skirt and high heels, eyes bright and ready to start. 

the second you bent over your desk and they caught a glimpse of your lacy thong, it was all over.

[iratempestatis]

Saw you asking for Xiao requests and thought I could send some!

This might be a little odd one, but... A self-aware Xiao finding out that he has fans like us who love him kinda romantically? It could be fun!

Xiao Waxes Poetic About Fandom

Xiao x gn!reader, 1.5k words. Anon I'm so sorry but I had actually no idea how to write this adgvhfcdcb. I tried my best but I kept giggling about lost 50/50s and and my 80 cr Xiao never critting without Motivation (crit food). I actually considered making hcs instead but I kept writing drabbles instead. Then I tried to write a fic, but kept writing... hcs... Perhaps if inspiration strikes me I'll revisit this idea someday, but! For now, allow me to present you with what feels like a raccoon in a tiara and a feather duster dress-

If Xiao could control player summons, he’d be yours already.

Unfortunately, he cannot- ergo you’ve made a hundred and forty pulls with not a Xiao in sight.

You've never hated Diluc more in your life, he can tell. Poor Diluc.

There are twenty minutes left for his banner to disappear for Devs know how long. He knows your luck is decidedly not his fault, but feels guilty nonetheless. What if he’s treated the same as Ganyu? Or, Devs forbid, Eula? 

You really did look forward to getting him, building him. He was so startled by your devotion- seated on that banner, he could see you anxiously open your inventory, check if you had enough primogems. You pre-farmed for him. You made silly little rituals for him(he winced when they failed). It was absurd. He was a high investment hyper carry. Why bother?

But you pulled Furina, and you pulled Faruzan. You don't have Xianyun (yet, he thinks, in both awe and alarm as he sees her ascension and talent materials in your inventory.)

He cannot fathom it. 

Perhaps you wanted Xianyun for herself- but then you also have Faruzan with all of her constellations lit up. And you also have Furina- and god, nevermind, you really did want him. The set you intend to put on Xianyun is the Song of Days Past. Four piece. With energy recharge substats.

You’re so close. Seventy. You get Layla. He echoes you when he mutters “but you’re not even on the banner!”

Twenty minutes left. You caress the screen. (That's a bit much.) Your brows are pinched together, lower lip worried by your teeth.

“I might have to break my free to play status,” you whisper.

It's not worth it! He wants to scream. Don't do it!

You bite your lip again as you find a chest. Primogem count: 159.

Oh dear.

��It’s fine,” you whisper. “It’s fine. This is fine.”

Xiao wishes he could make you go to bed somehow. You’ve been awake for hours. It’s fine even if you don’t pull him now, he returns like clockwork every lantern rite- hm? What are you pulling your Tighnari out for?

He knows you never really bothered to build him prior, purely because farming those fungi was a pain. He watches as you make Yelan rush up to the cliffs of the very Chasm before switching to Tighnari. When he realises what you’re doing, he buries his face in his palms. Your party members groan. Xiao wonders if you’re serious- you want to hit a bird in flight? With your aim?

“FOOL!” Faruzan shrieks. “Attack the ruin guard at Stormbearer instead! That achievement is much easier to get- Hat Guy, do something-“

“Too late.” He smacks his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s started.”

Shing! Nothing Special, Just Practice.

What-?

You whoop, then cough and fall silent, anxiously peeking out of your room. Your fingers shake with trepidation as they land on the screen.

Wish x1.

Xiao feels a familiar tug as he hurtles through the air.

✦—————————————✦

Much to his immense surprise, this is an incredibly familiar story. Every time his banner rolls around there’s people that want him- spend for him, run amok collecting primogems for him. Farming for him. Giving him increasingly prettier and stronger polearms. Thrusting the Staff of Homa in his hands (sorry, Hu Tao).

He’s always a bit baffled, unless the person is someone already inclined to spend. He’s not a good choice for anyone’s account. He’s incredibly unflexible. A bit niche even. He doesn’t even do what his element is meant for.

Yet somehow you seem to enjoy running around with him. Making him special little layouts in the teapot. Insisting he collects your rewards every time. Making him speak to Katheryne every day (it’s so awkward every time, and she keeps laughing when your back is turned).

He remembers doing the Chasm quest with you. When it had begun, you were nothing short of gleeful, which brought him only anguish- he knew in part what had transpired and what was about to- and he knew you’d only be heartbroken by the end of this story.

And you were. You somehow managed to contain yourself till the very end- refusing to move to have even a sip of water until the quest concluded. You were patient- absorbing every every dialogue, every inch of text you could get your hands on.

To be loved is to be known, he thinks amusedly as you sniffle at the conclusion, then immediately open the wiki to confirm some tiny wretched detail. He can’t help but smile to himself a little as you angrily mutter profanities at the advertisements jumping out at you.

✦—————————————✦

“Is she SERIOUS.”

Xiao exhales softly as the Wanderer paces around the teapot. He hasn’t shut up since you logged in- because as soon as you finished your dailies, you occupied yourself straight away with painstakingly modifying the teapot (and crying over changes you accidentally forgot to save), all to welcome home the newest limited anemo five star. He’s been furious since he heard of her and ergo his potentially impending powercreep, much to the amusement of literally everyone besides Barbara, who feels sorry for him and Qiqi, who keeps forgetting who he even is. Xiao wishes he could tell you- he’s sure you’d laugh to no end, but even if he could you probably wouldn’t hear him right now since you’re currently occupied with one of your wretched rituals. This one involves Chongyun and- OH dear, no-

Furina grits her teeth as the glacial greatsword slams into the ground, straight through her neck. Chongyun looks like he really wishes the teapot had a bathroom. Xiao sighs.

Tiny fingers tug on his sleeve. Xiao blinks and turns around to face Sayu, her face puffy, her eyes crusty and glued shut. Eugh. Children really are something sometimes. Xiao considers wiping at her face with his sleeve, but… no. The Wanderer barks a laugh.

“What’s going on?” Sayu yawns. “Who are we pulling for?”

“Chasca,” Xiao says as the Wanderer hisses like a cat. “I wonder if she’ll need Faruzan too?”

They turn to Faruzan, sprawled like a corpse across the grass. You need to touch some too, Xiao thinks. You’ve wasted nearly an hour on the game today, and today has barely begun. He suspects you just like the thrill of gacha and are desperate for a five star. Weren’t you saving up for Xianyun? No matter.

Xiao knows you’ll never stop using him. You love him too dearly and sunk cost fallacy has effectively reeled you in, stored you away in a grimy little box. You’ve invested too much into Xiao to cast him aside now. But the Wanderer…

Barbara trots out the house just as the sky darkens, a cloudy depression opening up in the heavens. The Wanderer finally stops ranting, something about loyalty and actually amusing gameplay. Barbara puts the Tome of Eternal Flow away with a gasp upon noticing the giant HOLE in the sky (how did she just notice? Why is she gasping at the wishing screen when you open it thrice a day?) and gently nudges Faruzan out of her dysania to welcome home the newest anemo dps. Faruzan sniffles. Poor woman. It can’t be easy, dealing with him and the (thankfully, now quiet) ex Fatuus.

You pull. Xiao doesn’t bother holding his breath. It might as well be Bennett pulling, really because recently you’ve been getting exactly nothing of value. Another Faruzan, a Gorou for some godforsaken reason, four rainslashers, and so forth.

“Perhaps you’ll avoid your fourth betrayal,” Xiao muses. The Wanderer shoots him a startled glare, then laughs.

“Perhaps. You’re lucky, twink- NO!”

“Chasca, Flower-Feather Clan. Any disputes you need me to end for you? Depending on the situation, it could cost you a little di-“

✦—————————————✦

All things considered, it’s been a strange few years for Xiao. Since the game’s inception, he’s known he would be consigned to a solitary fate. He’s not a straightforward person, or particularly honest. He’s troublesome to play and troublesome to speak with. His chronicles are drenched in blood and anguish, quietly nestled away in softly murmured dialogue, artifact descriptions and optional adventures. Whatever love he was once showered with had long since washed away by the years that came after. And yet...

People continued to bother reaching past his exterior, reaching about with tender fingers. Wanting to know. Wanting to learn. They spoke of him. They took soft little bunches of their finite time and spun it into stories of him, art of him, words and adoration whispered and passed among one another in the communities they formed- that came together all because of their love for him.

It never failed to astonish him, fill him with gratitude so copious it was difficult to contain at times. It always drove him a bit insane- people loved him enough to painstakingly learn about him, strengthen him. That he was significant enough to sow the seeds of friendship formed by the common love felt for him.

Thinking about it makes him feel a bit silly. He’s just a character. He wonders if the others think about this as well (not Qiqi for sure) but he’s glad to have brought people someone real comfort after his fictional atrocities. Mortals… humans. He snorts a bit. He’ll try a bit harder to crit for you tomorrow.

[not-the-darknight]

(( Mod - Hi , Hello, I am alive! Still not RPing but alive. I just thought I would come by and let people know I am okay.

Life update: Motivation: Still not it

I have not been playing games as I regularly would be. I play genshin now only when a new update rolls by just to catch up with the lore. Same goes for WuWa (I have not played the new update at all so no spoilers on that please.)

I feel like I am losing interest in Genshin after being pretty obsessed with it since he first summer event with Klee and I feel it is because of how the characters and the lore is being handled.

I am not going to rant here about all the gripes I have about 5.2 and 5.3 but I am pretty disappointed in the direction Natlan went towards after being so hyped about it.

But coming back to the point. I still do not have motivation to RP for genshin and WuWa (Not that I am RPing elsewhere). I do not have motivation to play Genshin as much anymore either. I hope they will come back to me someday but for now, consider this post as an indefinite Hiatus to my blogs. I am not deactivating them (except maybe Mavuika - because as hyped as I was for her, I am now let down by how her story was developed). I am still going to keep the door open, slightly ajar so I can always come back when the inspiration strikes.

Meanwhile if you are interested in what I have been up to - I have mostly been catching up on reading, doing DIY things, bed rotting, playing minecraft in creative mode and playing LADS (not as actively as I used to play genshin). I am not very active on discord anymore either but if you have messaged me there, I will probably respond to you this weekend :)

I hope all my moots are doing well and have had a nice start to the year! I am just going to tag a bunch of you here just to let you know I LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE YOU ARE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF AND ARE HYDRATING. <3

@monsieur-neuvillette @wangsheng-consultancy @goose-of-the-fatui @falcons-florens @crimsononiarataki (You are gone :((( if anyone knows Zane /Dragon alt account please let him know as well ) @stelliferousduo @lairofmuses @wxvebreaker @lordincognito @glaciescustodia @the-chaos-siblings @thewanderingpuppet and all my chaotic anons! ))

[horce-divorce]

there is so much evil in this world... I bought a spice blend at TJ Maxx bc it was a huge jar and I'm a broke bitch. I had used the blend once before and it was awesome so that was good enough for me. I knew it was a middle eastern spice blend, but this is an area with a ton of middle eastern people, so I didn't think much of it at first.

It's za'atar.

Foraging this plant is banned in Palestine, and yet I, an American, can walk into a TJ Maxx, and buy a huge jar of it, at a discount, without even realizing the significance of that item.

A tale as old as time, surely (we all know the bit about how the English colonized 75% of the planet for spices they refuse to touch)....

But made all that more visibly evil and heart wrenching for the fact that I've had dozens of hungry Palestinians begging for help in my own personal inbox for over a year.

Consumerism is not worth this. Creature comforts are not worth this. It isn't. Nothing is worth this. I can't stand to keep living in a world that values little jars of spices more than human life. How is everyone not furious? How do you just keep going to work and buying shit like normal, even after the last 5 years??

And yeah I know "homelessness is a good motivator." Trust me. I've been homeless for the better part of a decade, and I'm too disabled to participate in this circus you call "normal" life. I've been denied entry.

I know they tell you that homelessness and being destitute is the worst thing that can happen to you, but I'm here to say it's not. It is not safe, nor comfortable, nor secure, but neither is the lie you're living now. The one that tells you if you work hard, you'll be safe and get what you deserve. I'm disabled and I'm surviving out here without jack fucking shit, just like Palestinians are in Gaza, just like humans always have. Why are you all so quick and eager to protect and justify jobs that don't pay you enough, landlords that are chomping at the bit to evict you, ableist, white supremacist families who don't see you for who you are, all to hold up a way of life that's making you sick? All so that someday, maybe, in the evening of your lifetime, you will finally be able to enjoy it and relax and live for once.

like sure it is no measure of health to be adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

So why do we keep adjusting to it.

They keep moving the bar and we keep going 'sigh, okay. Here we go again.' and we make memes and then we go back to work.

I am so fucking serious when I say we need to stop spending money. We need to stop going to work. I don't mean a big boycott or a strike, I mean a total and complete paradigm shift and a new way of life. I mean shifting your energy to the work of being and staying alive rather than wage labor.

Cause that's the trade off of homelessness, actually. It might kill you, just as surely as overwork and Covid and anything else might. It might kill my disabled ass, just as surely as I would have died if I continued to work and try to 'maintain normalcy.' now, instead of trading my time for credits that can be used for goods and services, my time- and the value of my time- goes directly to me. Yes, I spend more time securing basic necessities than employed folk have to. Yes, I have at times had to walk 3 miles round trip for clean water.

Yes, it is worth it to me.

Plenty of us are already out here living a homeless life by force, and most of us are disabled (disabled people and CHILDREN make up the vast majority of homeless ppl. Btw. Addicts are a tiny but visible minority).

So I don't want to hear jack shit about how hard it would be to give up your life and your housing and your job. I. KNOW. I didn't have that fucking choice, it was made FOR me, and I'm still alive.

I didn't choose this, but a lot of us did. and a lot of people who didn't choose it to begin with can also not stand to return to 'normal' life. A lot of car and van lifers cannot stand to go back to renting once they get a taste of Not Renting. Whether they asked for it or not. I've even met so many people who travel on foot, who hitchhike and hop trains, urban camping in hidden spots, in overgrown patches and empty buildings and on rooftops, and a lot of those folks couldn't go back, either.

You know they lie. They lie about history, they lie about current events, they lie about the very things you're going through to your face. And yet you believe them when they say your life will end and you'll be nothing without this? You believe it when they lie and say the ONLY power you have is to vote. You believe them when they say your life would be forfeit if you became homeless or disabled. You KNOW they need us more than we need them, but you still cower from the threats implied in their lies- that if we really actually stood up for ourselves, we'd be hurting our families and loved ones more than by complying.

The threat of oblivion is a lie, just like the rest of it is. homelessness has not ruined or ended my life. I'm still living it, a long with MILLIONS of people in the USA and more joining us each day. I'm in the most fulfilling relationship I've ever been in, I make art, I have hobbies, I get involved in my community, I travel. Id never have done any of that if I wasn't homeless.

Yes we are disabled, yes we have to rely on a lot of outside help. But it works and we both survive. And we are both living a much more fulfilling life than we did when we were housed and working. Not less frustrating, not less dangerous, certainly not easier, not less lonely. People look down on us and try to withhold our humanity from us at every turn.

But we are disabled and trans and autistic and traumatized... so that's really no different for us than before - and now, we live a life that's more fulfilling for us. More in tune with our values. More time spent on ourselves and each other than passing thru a middleman to turn it into gold- then passing it again thru more middlemen who then allow or deny me the right to continue living my life. Yes, time spent on survival is, to me, time better spent than doing menial, pointless work to garner profit for some dipshit CEOs while I keep the tiniest possible scrap that can sort of maybe afford some of my necessities. That's true now, too, and I have more time to myself.

Sorry to be harsh but like, if you're afraid that non-conformity will make you lose your life, you've already lost it.

[fl3ur3]

SAGAU IMPOSTOR

Gender neutral reader

Part 5

Red: Amber speaking

Blue: reader speaking

Green: Jean speaking

Warning: N/A

As Amber and I step outside the headquarters she asks ‘Should we grab something to eat before we start the tour, you must be hungry! On me of course!’ I nod only now noticing I hadn’t eaten for a while and was indeed quite hungry, we head towards the good hunter. I take a seat while Amber orders our food, after ordering she sits down.

‘Soooo…’ she begins while smiling deviously ‘How was it?’ I look at her confused ‘you know gliding all over Teyvay, it must’ve been amazing’ ‘oh uh yeah, it’s great you get such a beautiful view from up high’ ‘Ugh I wish I could just travel the world gliding all over meeting everyone’ ‘I’m sure Jean would let you take some time off yk’ ‘Yeah but, I couldn’t leave just like that! Mondstadt needs us outriders!’ Says striking a dramatic pose ‘Mhm true I’m sure you’ll see the works someday Amber’ I say smiling sweetly giggling softly.

Soon after our food arrives, Sara smiles sweetly then walks off, we eat in a comfortable silence. I let out a satisfied sigh ‘that was good’ ‘Sara never disappoints’ ‘Shall we begin the tour?’ I nod standing up. ‘Alrighty then! Follow me!’ ‘Well you probably already know everything but I’ll tell you anyway!’

‘You know Sara, she makes the BEST dishes in teyvat imo’ Sara smiles and waves at the mention of her name, ‘and here’s the cats tail, famous for its cat and tcg crowd’ as we walk further we reach ‘Hello dear traveler’ the adventurers guild ‘Hey kathryne, nice to finally see you in person!’ ‘Likewise traveler, please be safe on your journey’ she says handing me a small bag with mora, I thank kathryne as we walk along, greeting the blacksmith and flora along the way.

‘You must be getting tired, shall be head back?’ As if on command I yawn ‘yeah that’d be great, do you know anywhere I can stay for the night?’ ’im sure we have a place at the headquarters’ we head back as we arrive Jean emerges from her office.

‘Player and Amber! How was the tour?’ ‘Great! But they’re pretty tired out do we have anywhere they can stay?’ ‘Of course follow me’ Jean leads me to a room with a nice bed, ‘rest well dear player, and if you ANYTHING please find me in my office’ ‘Thank you Jean I will’ Jean nods as she leaves the room’ tired from the day I quickly drift off.

End of part 5

Note: I actually finished this part but then accidentally closed the app and had to rewrite the entire thing, sorry it took a month to get the next part out, I write when I have motivation which is hard to find sometimes.

Hope you enjoyed and see you in the next part <3

[paintball-writes]

Masterlist

I've been meaning to make one, and I finally had the motivation today.

Last Updated - [23-11-2024]

All of my fics are posted only on ao3, and I'm only including the fics that are currenltly ongoing/completed. There are several fics that I've written, but I'm going to rewrite them someday. And until that say comes, they won't be on this list jsksjks.

Oneshots will be on top of every section.

DCU

Love doesn't require memories

Timbern, Temporary Amnesia, Thirsty Tim Drake

“You’ve been hit with magic.” He says, in a typical bruce fashion, with a deep voice but also some underlying worry in his voice. “Oh,” Tim says nonchalantly, “Do you know which spell?” “Not exactly.” Bruce says, and crosses his arms and watches as Tim struggles to get up from the stretcher. He throws his father a dirty look when he hears muffled chuckles upon another failed attempt. “It’s some sort of amnesia spell,” Bruce says, “Since you clearly remember me and haven’t freaked out about being in a dark cave yet, I’m going to assume you have not completely forgotten everything. Zatanna says it was some sort of selective amnesia, but she’s not sure. We’ll just need to wait and see.” Alternatively, Tim Drake forgets Bernards because of a magic spell, and immediately decides to thirst over him.

[oneshot] [4,914 words]

Maribat

The Silver Lining (Series)

based on my other fic Commissioner Gordon To The Rescue!

Behind the Enemy Lines

Siblings Jasonette (not until the later chapters), Angst

“Hawkmoth’s creativity needs some serious help,” Queen Bee grumbled as she landed on the Eiffel Tower. Viperion snickered quietly at her complaint. Raising an eyebrow at her, he asked, “How so?” Queen Bee rolled her eyes and gestured wildly as if it was obvious, “Well for starters, those names that old geezer comes up with are just ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, along with the eyesores he calls their ‘villain’ costumes. Seriously, they look absolutely disgusting. Plus his actual creativity strikes at the worst times.” Groaning, Chat Noir slumped against the railing as he muttered, “I know right? I was looking forward to getting some actual sleep tonight.” --- Heroes of Paris need help, and luckily, Marinette knows someone that knows Batman. It goes about as well as you expect it.

[6/?] [16,837 words]

Timari

Brews and Blues

Timari, Coffee Shop AU, Fluff & Angst

“Do you think I could trick him to sleep?” She asks Noelle as soon as Tim is out of the earshot. “You could,” Noelle responds slowly, “I’m sure we’ve got Chamomile somewhere around here.” As Marinette starts brewing the tea, Noelle slowly starts with a sly grin, “So,” she says, grin growing larger, “Drugging your crush on the first day? Isn’t that cruel?” - Tim Drake is in Paris on behalf of Batman to investigate Supernatural activities. Marinette is an aspiring fashion designer who is working at Coccinelle Brews. One faithful evening in a small cafe on the corner of some block, Marinette decides to trick Tim to sleep and it just goes downhill from there.

[3/?] [5,973 words]

O Merciless Beloved Of Mine

Unrequited Lukanette, Timari, Angst, Hanahaki

Love hurts because it’s like walking through fires, but doing it willingly again and again, even if it’s burning every shred of skin in your body. Like a part of your soul has been ripped away, leaving a void that echoes with their absence. Love hurts because it’s like reaching for the stars, knowing that they’ll just be out of your grasp. Love hurts because the person you love is in love with someone else. It’s like standing in the pouring rain, watching them dance in the sunlight with someone else. You feel every drop of pain, every pang of jealousy, as they bask in the warmth of another’s affection. You try to shield yourself from the storm, but the rain seeps through, drenching you in sorrow. Yet, you stay rooted in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of their happiness. Love hurts because it’s not always reciprocated, leaving you stranded in a downpour of unfulfilled desires and unspoken longings.

[oneshot] [20,324 words]

The Love that he deserves

Timari, Soulmate AU, lots of Angst

You fall a lot. The marks are ugly.   Tim is nine, when he first spots the dark splotches on his arm. He can barely make them out as a nine year old, the words scribbled on his arm. He first thought they were more bruises, but their placement urge him to look again.  He recognizes the letters, but he cannot make out the words. He can read them, but the words don’t make sense to him. It was like he was reading an entirely different language.  Words were too uneven, it couldn't have been written by anyone in his class.That's when he realized it was a message, a message from somewhere else.  Someone else. 

[oneshot] [29,227 words]

Dickinette

Marinette's guide on How to get a (Fake) date

Dickinette, Fake Dating

Marinette loves Dick, Dick loves Marinette. Marinette takes things in her hands.

[oneshot] [1,644 words]

It’s not real (Maybe it is)

Dickinette, Angst

Marinette stared at the note that sat on her desk, innocently, with a rose on top of it. It had to be for someone else. Not for her. Someone like her didn't deserve the beautiful words written in the note. Whoever it was meant for, was gonna love it.

[oneshot] [1,601 words]

Bludhaven's Guardian Angel

Dickinette

Marinette is sweet, Marinette is kind. Their first meeting goes something like Dick bleeding out in her apartment. Dick learns a total of three things from this encounter: One, she's abolutely freaking gorgeous. Two, she's really kind, considering she helped out a bleeding vigilante laying in her house. And three, she might actually be harbouring one of the most dangerous secrets known to mankind. From there, it kinda just spirals from one thing to another, not that Dick's complaining. He's actually very happy and grateful.

[1/?] [2,630 words]

Daminette

Ghosts of the Past

Daminette

With a deep breath to steady her nerves, Marinette met Damian's gaze head-on, her own frustration simmering beneath the surface. "We used to live together," Damian's words echoed in her mind, stirring up memories of their shared past. But those memories were overshadowed by the complexities of their present circumstances. "Are you telling me that staying the night in the same place is too close a proximity for us to share?" Damian's tone was tinged with irritation, his impatience evident. Marinette fought to keep her composure, her resolve hardening as she squared her shoulders. "Yes," she wanted to say.

[3/?] [5,051 words]

Adrien/Batboy

Free flowers paid off

Adrien/Damian, Fluff

"No money again today?" Adrien asks, peering curiously at them. "Nope!" Surprisingly, it's Helena that happily answers Adrien. "Sorry," Mar'i mumbles. Looks like it's time to pay for another bouquet. At this point, he'd be thoroughly surprised if the kids ever managed to actually pay for the bouquets they keep buying for their babysitter. [In which Adrien's a florist who keeps paying for the bouquets the cute children keep buying for their babysitter. And then he meets the babysitter, and it's very much love at first sight for Adrien.]

[oneshot] [4,689 words]

Home is where the heart is

Tim/Adrien, Angst, Neglectful Batfam

Tam's voice hardened, "Tim, Did you triy to jump?" Tim ducked his head and continued, “They wouldn’t care if I died, they wouldn’t.” “That’s not true,” she whispered as if she didn’t believe her own words, and honestly, Tim couldn’t blame her. “Tim, where are you?” She asked again, “I’m coming to get you.” “...You can’t,” he whispered, “ You can’t come to get me. ‘m in Paris.” Prompt: You promised the world and I fell for it. Tim ends up in Paris with nothing left, and when an Akuma pushes him, he breaks.

[9/?] [13,408 words]

[liminalpebble]

Cw: personal mental illness venting. Just life bullshit. Can this be a "Get Help"? I just need to know I'm not alone. If reading about someone else's heavy mental shit right now is too much, I completely understand and respect that. Care for yourself first, please, always.

I have a job that requires me to memorize a lot of things, and a badly spiraling mental illness that is making that nearly impossible.

I can't remember much, big or small. I'm touching, hearing, feeling everything through cellophane. It's all a blur. It all feels the same. I can't even tell when I'm hungry. I can't even care if I am.

I just want to sit on the floor and hold a very small kitten or puppy and pet it and hope I can cry because he's just so tiny. It might fix me. Well...I mean...it won't fix me. I desperately need a medication adjustment and I am counting the days until that appointment...and hopefully, eventually, that will fix me.

I'm just trying to hang in there until there's help, and I'm trying to do it more like that motivational poster of a kitten, and less like a noose. I want to stay brave and stay kind and stay grateful in the middle of all this pain...in the middle of what feels like a secret personal apocalypse. I'm not sure how to, but god, I am trying.

I'm trying to ignore the voice in my head that's been repeating the same mantra since I was 12 years old (sometimes whispering and easy to ignore, sometimes screaming as it is now). It always says the same thing. "This is going to kill you someday, and you don't get to know when."

There's a doomsday clock in my head and I don't know when it will strike...when the bombs will fall...if they fall. There's some asshole somewhere leaning dangerously close to that big red launch button.

But I'm still here. I think. Somewhere behind the cellophane, watching the sky for bombs.

I'm sorry to ask. But can we do Get Help?

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[they-call-me-ricochet]

OC INFO

•Basic Information•

🔴 Name - Wyatt George Barnes

🔴 Age - 16

🔴 Sexuality - Gay 🏳️‍🌈

🔴 Gender - male

🔴 Species - Mutant and Super Soldier hybrid

🔴 Nicknames - Ricochet, Wy, Psota, corcra

🔴 Reason for nicknames - Ricochet = mutant/hero name, Wy = short for Wyatt, Psota = Mischief in Polish (from his mom), corcra = purple in Irish (from his boyfriend Evan)

🔴 From a Fandom? MCU and X Men

🔴 Zodiac Sign? Scorpio

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color- mousey brown

🟠Hair type and length - straight, short and spiky

🟠 Eye Colour - blue, changes to purple when using powers

🟠 Skin tone - pale, tans in sun

🟠 Face shape - oval/square?

🟠 Body type - mesomorph

🟠 Birthmarks? N/A

🟠 Scars - N/A

🟠 Predominant features? N/A

🟠 Height - 5′ 6″

🟠Dominant Hand? Right

🟠 Hair Style- spiked

🟠 Jewelry/ Accessories- a ring, doesn’t wear it often

🟠Are they healthy or not? Reason why- ADHD, insomnia

🟠 Allergies - No

🟠 Glasses - No

🟠 What do they wear when they are home alone? If it’s cold, hoodie and sweatpants, if it’s hot, shorts

🟠 Tattoos - none currently, maybe someday

•Mannerisms•

🟡 Speech Style - rapid

🟡Quirks - fidgets, stims

🟡 Positive Traits - caring, affectionate, loyal

🟡 Negative Traits - self doubt, rejection sensitivity

🟡 Drives/Motivation - to be remembered

🟡 Sense of Humour - sarcastic

🟡 Private or Public - depends on specifics

🟡 Leader or Follower - Leader

🟡Daredevil or Cautious - Daredevil

🟡 Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?- optimistic

🟡Speaker or Listener - is a listener, but struggles due to ADHD

🟡 Accent - Brooklyn accent like his dad

🟡 Voice claims- N/A (could use Dylan Sprayberry)

🟡 Theme Song/s - Destroya - My Chemical Romance | Titanium - David Guetta

🟡 Temperament - hyperactive

🟡 Talents - lacrosse, video games, guitar

🟡Flaws - insecure, negative self talk

🟡 Loud or Quiet - can be both

🟡 Messy or organised - messy

🟡 solo or team player - team player

🟡 introvert or extrovert - extrovert

🟡 relaxed or serious - relaxed

🟡 What will always make them cry? Sad movies, people he cares about hurting

🟡 Do they celebrate their birthday? Yes

🟡 What will make them smile? Evan, without fail

•Background•

🟢 Hometown - North Salem, Westchester County New York

🟢Social Class- Working class

🟢Education - currently attends Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

🟢 First Memory - watching his older brother Leo fix things, age 3

🟢 Worst memory- seeing Evan get hurt

🟢 Most important childhood event, why?- coming out at age 14, scared of rejection

🟢 Most Influenced by? His family

🟢 Role Models? Scott Summers/Cyclops

🟢 Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone- the family farmhouse outside North Salem

🟢Do they want to move and where? Maybe one day for college

🟢 Type of childhood - loving

🟢Upbringing- caring, supportive, loving

🟢 Best Qualification - none yet, wants to go to college

🟢Most important person in there life and why?- Evan Rogers-Carter, current boyfriend and first love

🟢 House environment - chaotic, warm

🟢 Childhood crush- Frank Iero

•Family•

🔵Mother - Angelina Lehnsherr-Barnes

🔵Father - James “Bucky” Barnes

🔵Siblings- Dani, Em, Leo and Novie

🔵Relationship with family? Close

🔵Any children? Do they want any? No, hasn’t even thought about it

🔵Pets- Alpine (white cat), Hedy (German Shepherd)

🔵Extended Family- Wanda Maximoff (aunt) Nina Gurzsky-Lehnsherr (aunt), Pietro Maximoff (uncle), Peter Maximoff (uncle), Pyro (uncle), Winni Barnes (grandmother), Becca Barnes (aunt)

🔵Close to family?- some of them

🔵Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/ important?- maternal grandfather is Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣 Favourite Movie - Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi

🟣 Least Favourite Movie - Rock of Ages

🟣 Favourite Book - The Lightning Thief

🟣 Least Favourite Book - The Golden Compass

🟣 Favourite Holiday - family trip to Wakanda, age 6

🟣 Least Favourite Holiday - N/A

🟣Favorite Mythological creature- Banshee

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature- toilet ghosts

•Abilities and Bias’•

⚪️Affiliation - The X Men

⚪️ Powers - can generate force fields of pure energy, can also throw energy blasts

⚪️ Powers Limitations - can only sustain for short periods, can be physically draining

⚪️ Weaknesses - the dark, underwater

⚪️ Alias - Ricochet

⚪️ How well known are they? Emerging

⚪️ Costume - purple version of the X Men costumes

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?- No

⚪️Weapons- N/A

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech- N/A

⚪️Physical Weaknesses- on the shorter side

⚪️Fears - rejection, abandonment, being alone

⚪️Motivations - Live up to the family legacy

⚪️Why do they do what they do? A kind soul, wants to help people

⚪️ Mental/Emotional weaknesses - self doubt, hurting the people he loves

⚪️ Rivals - N/A

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes- Evan Rogers-Carter

⚪️Do they have a known quote?- not yet

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?- PJO

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?- Yes, guilty, conflicted, unsure

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?- No, and hopefully won’t

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?- mutant and human peaceful coexistence, no self doubt, his loved ones safe forever

⚫️ There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items, who and what do they bring?- Evan Rogers-Carter, a tarp, rope, fishing net and matches

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?- “We accept the love we think we deserve” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?- lacrosse gear, ring his mom gave him

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? We’re they caught? No and no

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?- rough, coarse texture

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?- A day or so

⚫️ Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why? Half shut, likes a breeze

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?- Loaded Fries

⚫️do they re read books they already have?- sometimes, not a big reader

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it? Oblivion!

⚫️ What song would they listen to on repeat?- Ruby Tuesday - The Rolling Stone

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?- Yes

⚫️Do they crack there joints?- Yes

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?- Spicy

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?- Yes (not as much as Novie does)

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?- Procrastinate

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower? - hot as possible

⚫️Do they daydream?- Yes, all the time

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?- Messy

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?- Yes, he’s sentimental

⚫️Do they indulge in anything? Alcohol (previously)

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?- Yes, absolutely

⚫️ if they’re alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why? Check it out, shield up

⚫️ if they’re lost what is the first thing they do?- Call parents or older siblings

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them? - seeing his family all dead and blood on his hands

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?- Dated his ex

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?- Stoic

template credit to @/thanathecreator

Got this idea from @star-spangled-starboyyy

[finalmemes]

NIGHT SCHOOL. roleplay sentence starters of the 1981 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, death, paranoia, decapitations, stalking.

that's what you wanna be when you grow up?

ain't you going home, [ name ]?

who is it you came for?

you're going to make somebody a great wife someday.

we were pretty busy last night, remember?

we could have breakfast in bed.

that's all you think about, isn't it?

see how i cleaned up the house for you?

that sounds boring.

how do you want your eggs?

your wit is outstanding.

it wouldn't do you any harm to stay involved.

we could take a long walk on the beach.

it's your day off.

that makes two killings in a week.

no fingerprints, no suspects, no motives, no nothing.

this you're not going to believe.

here comes the bullshit.

that's an odd word to use.

sticks and stones, [ name ], sticks and stones.

scenes like this are a direct link with man's primitive past.

this whole thing must be upsetting for you.

how could anyone do such a thing?

i think you're dealing with a psychotic killer here, a maniac that strikes without rhyme or reason.

i ain't got no degree, but i can give a lecture on that subject.

you're not walking home alone tonight, are you? after what happened?

you scared me half to death!

so what's the answer?

we keep coming back to water.

do you really believe man can go out and kill? just like that?

would you like to know the statistics of that kind of coincidence?

that isn't the way i heard it.

people don't kill just for the hell of it. there's always a reason.

oh, christ! you're not going to have a jealous tantrum, are you?

i'd do anything in the world for you, but it's not enough, is it?

what's the matter? you got the blues?

do you have to flirt with the waitress?

i was just trying to be friendly.

if you believe that bullshit, honey, you'll believe anything.

why on earth didn't you tell me about this sooner?

just get hold of yourself, alright?

would you like to spend the night at my house? that way we can talk and you won't feel so alone.

would you let me clean up, for christ's sake?

don't cut yourself on that glass.

you can't count on help these days.

ah, go to hell.

is there a law that says i have to go to work if i don't feel good?

now, what's this, a hobby of yours?

do you have a search warrant?

they seriously believe that in taking the heads of their enemies, they are possessing their life force.

even the most depraved homicidal maniac wouldn't do that just for fun.

don't get so damn excited.

all you need to be a good cop is a good pair of shoes.

it's this culture that's uncivilized, [ name ].

you don't want that, do you? not if you love me.

you killed them all?

is the ceremony over?

i'll take you home.

[liffy-feelin-jiffy]

Random S5 headcanons (part 1)

Army

His real name is Ernie

Stress bakes; one time he got so freaked out over something that he baked THREE WHOLE CHEESECAKES. They were very tasty and he would’ve been more proud of it had he not been so scured at the time

Speaking of, he has anxiety too. Folks call him paranoid all the time

The Autism is big with this one, boys

He actually also has anger issues too, but he’s good at keeping himself leveled. He’s kinda ashamed of it, even though everyone else tells him not to feel bad about it. He’s just always so worried that someday he’s gonna do or say the wrong thing that he won’t be able to take back

Book smart for the most part (pun not intended)

Octoling—or inktoling really. He wasn’t born in octarian society, but rather he’s a hybrid of an octoling and an inkling but he happened to inherit most of his father’s genes (there’s really more to it, but I’m not gonna get into it cuz BLAH). The reason no one could ever tell was because he applied makeup, hid his hair, and had his ears carved to represent that of an inkling’s sharp ears. His grandfather was the one who carved his ears, honestly

As you can imagine from the last point, yeah, his grandad was pretty strict, even abusive. He grew up with his grandad actually on a ranch in a rural part of Inkopolis. Perfect storm to happen; Army’s father got mugged and murdered by somebody and his mom died from an unknown sickness. His other family members had moved far away so, he was left with his grandfather. His grandad didn’t like how he was a half octoling and gave him hell for it. Grandad was actually a soldier during the Great Turf War so… Wasn’t too surprising that he wouldn’t be too happy about having an octoling as a grandchild.

Army’s grandad was more on the verbally abusive side. When it comes to physical abuse it was mostly when he makes Army do an excessive amount of manual labor, like lifting and tossing heavy stuff on the ranch, repainting the fences whenever they start chipping, that kind of stuff. Although, he was no stranger to getting more physical with Army, mostly striking him across the face or stomping his heel on Army’s feet. When people asked about the big red marks on his cheeks or his swollen feet, he’d tell them he hit his face with a branch or he stubbed his toes. Neither story ever convinced anyone.

Knows some martial arts, like judo and taekwondo. His grandad taught him that, too. He’s actually really good at it, mostly because he takes note of every move in great coherent detail. He never has anyone to train with, though, other than grandad. Even then, grandad isn’t always the most motivating partner

Because he’s an inktoling (with mostly octoling dominant genes) he’s got a pretty shitty immune system. He gets sick white often, so it’s seen as a bigger deal whenever he and his team come out to do turf wars, since he also has to balance time practicing martial arts, jotting down in his manual, doing farm work, the likes.

Short shit. He’s the only, and I mean the ONLY S5 member who’s under 5 feet. He’s 4,8 lmao

However, he’s built as a brick garage. Tossing tons bags of hay around a day at a time will do that to you. No one ever notices because he’s always got his parka on

His military persona is also from the influence of his strict grandad. Army also believed it would better improve his skills in turf war, which he strived to be good at since it felt like it would be the only way to get his grandfather’s approval. Now? He doesn’t care no more. Still, he holds his personality true, but he’s settled down a bit

Goggles was one of the first people to find out that Army was an Octoling (inktoling) and the moment he did he was like “bro, you’ve gotta meet my parents”

Army was THRILLED when he met Goggles’s parents, because Goggles’s parents are actually octolings too! Same with his little twin sisters. (Based on a headcanon between me and an oomfie on Twitter) For the first time Army felt like he belonged somewhere, truly as an octoling. They were so nice to him too, and they welcomed him in with open arms. They also even offered him a place to stay when his grandad kicked him out after a fight they had. Goggles’ mom immediately called the police on his grandfather when that happened. Army didn’t stay with them for too long before he eventually got a place with Mask in Splatsville. Even then, he’ll always be in their debt.

Not only that, but Army was also the first to find out that Forge was an Inktoling too, as vice versa. Those two were in a silent solidarity until octolings became a more open part of society, so they’re solidarity became less silent :) they are still friends

Army had a real cheesy crush on Forge at one point. It was like a tragic romance written by a medieval writer where he never had the courage to confess his love for her. It was even worse because she was a lesbian so he never stood a chance 😞

Even after leaving his grandad, he still misses him sometimes. Sure, he was a shitty person… But he was one of the most familiar people he ever knew, and there was still some love for him somewhere in Army’s tight and damaged heart. Nonetheless, he never went to visit his grandfather in prison

Actually enjoys going to parties hosted by Aloha, as long as nothing goes too far or out of hand. He always brings his teammates over too and they have a lot of fun. For him, it’s always a great escape from his shitty home life, and he loves to find ways to enjoy himself amongst familiar faces. Even if they don’t know who he really is underneath his beret and eye makeup. Even after his life started looking up, he’d still find it in his time to attend some of those parties; plus, he enjoys bringing some desert or curry he makes!

Cooking also brings a source of relaxation and comfort to him, especially if he gets to share it with people he cares about. His grandad would never admit it, but he was impressed by every single curry recipe Army came up with

He started forming a crush on Goggles when they got closer because of Goggles’s octo family. It was also the fault of the parents cuz they tried hooking them up together (you know they showed Army ALL of Goggles’s baby pictures)

Credit to RHebe12 on Twitter (we were interacting after they were the one to come up with the octo family headcanon and I came up with the Goami idea)

He also has a crush on Rider and Skull because I said so. Skulgoamirai for life

Aloha

His real name is Lee

Absolute extrovert (I JUST REALIZED IT SAID INTROVERT HUH???). He just has this talent of getting along with just about anybody. When he got an apartment in Splatsville he started bunking with this giant ass, stone cold, socially detached butch lesbian. Just a week later and they started acting like best friends. It’s that friendship rizz he got

He likes to tease people a lot, not in a mean way, he just likes to get under people’s skin as a way of playing with them. Lilith tried to clock him in the nose for it one time, so he doesn’t tease her anymore… Or at least not as much (he can’t help it!)

Fashionista mofo. If you’re looking for him, you’ll typically find him at the mall or the beach if he’s not at Mahi Mahi Resort. He loves getting his nails done, dying his hair, trying on some new clothes, checking out all the babes, and dragging all of his buddies along with him

He likes to style his hair a lot, mostly just changing the colors and ombré shades. Sometime the ombres also appears in his ink at the tips of the splotches.

His hair and ink are also kinda glowy, too. That’s because he’s a Firefly squid 🦑

Pretty good at dancing. He’s also a pretty decent singer. He tried doing both at the same time once but he didn’t have enough breath in him for that. I’m, three dots from, stardooooom

Sometimes he likes to sing when he thinks he’s alone. If you catch him and he notices, he’ll scream like a little girl and pass out probably. Mans is shy

Pansexual. He’s better at flirting with anyone when he’s only doing it for show, because he has more confidence due to not worrying about rejection. However, he absolutely fumbles and stumbles over his words if he’s tryna get with someone who he sincerely has an interest in. He’s also not good with receiving flirts back, cuz the moment he gets complimented he melts like an unsupervised popsicle in the summertime.

Transmasc. He loves to show off his top surgery scars by keeping his shirt opened up whenever he can. He’s also got a little bit of bust from the testosterone, and he loves to flex for the ladies, lads and enby chads

His ethnicity is Hawaiian Puerto Reefian (Puerto Rican) it’s an aquatic ethnicity pun.

Asymmetry is his distant cousin (she’s more Filipino tho). They are friends :)

His parents are on the verge of divorce. He’s not too surprised, as all he remembers is the both of them fighting over everything and finding nothing to agree on, so as he got older he was kind of waiting for it to happen. He’s kinda sad about it tho, but it’s not like they treat each other too badly, or treat him badly.

In contrast to Army, he’s more street kind of smart. Pilot Cosmo voice: “this magnificent charm is secretly a curse ✨”

VERY fast runner. If you are running for your life from him then ooh child you better count your seconds and say your prayers. (He’s a runner he’s a track star 🏃‍♂️)

Unlike every other cephalopod, he’s actually tried to learn how to swim because of the fact that he goes surfing. He’s… Getting a little better at it (the jelly lifeguard is sick of seeing him even NEAR the pool)

He’s also the hugger of the group. Had a bad day? “C’mere mf let lemme give you a hug-“

Army has needed many of his encouragement hugs from, and Aloha always delivered and never judged him at all for it

Important to note: He has a bit of a temper. At one point people thought he had anger issues, but it’s not that extreme. He just has a hard time keeping his patience with some people. He also has a hard time concealing it because he doesn’t ever consider his temper to be an issue. It’s not like he gets mad often, but if you press the right buttons then he’s gonna get as steamy as a train

His parents are in charge of the grand bar Mahi Mahi resort, so that’s why he and his team or just about anybody he has along with him are able to come and hangout 24/7.

He knows how to make alcoholic beverages, but he’s responsible about who he serves to (to an extent. But he always makes sure his buddies never drink too much and that they have some water at least while making sure they don’t do anything too stupid.) He always keeps a bottle of gin in his drink cabinets because Army likes that stuff, apparently (gin tastes like shit), and he loves watching Army get absolutely wasted and fall to the floor. It’s the goofiest shit. He’s always willing to care for his hungover ass afterwards, anyways

He also hosts a bunch of parties over at his place, and depending on the kind of people or how many people he has, he he might open up his mini bar. Still, he makes sure not to serve anyone too underage or if they can’t hold their liquor well.

He’s also very strict about any tampered drinks. He and his team take upon the role as drink supervisors at his parents’ bar and his own house parties. The millisecond they see any drinks with the ice sinking, change in color, excessive bubbles, or a foggy appearance, it’s out of the field; they’ll spill it in a potted plant, sink, hell, they’ll even shut it out the window. Aloha doesn’t stand for that shit. Everyone at the bar and his parties are supposed to have fun. No one was gonna get hurt on his watch.

Typically, when he catches drink tamper culprits, he’ll deal with them himself. Sometimes he’ll get someone strong like Diver, Rider, Army or Skull to hold them down while he… Teaches them a lesson. He’s very serious about this kind of stuff. If you wanna know why, ask what happened to his mum when she was in high school.

Anyways- he’s very, very verbally affectionate with any significant other he has. Words of affirmation is his strong long language. Whether they’re a boy, girl, or enby he’ll always find new things to compliment them for every day. He’ll say things like “my BIG STRONG handsome boy ☺️” “man, I’ve scored such a gorgeous lady” “you always looks so wonderful every day. What’s your secret, love?” I just wanna see him be verbally affectionate.

He’s also physically affectionate. I’m talking peppering his love’s face with kisses, nibbling on their ear while hugging them from behind, back neck and shoulder kisses. He does everything he can to make sure his lover is truly loved

Btw forgot to mentioned but Aloha’s got a GIRLFRIEEEEEEND! She’s a beautiful, tall, strong and blue haired octoling lady who he loves to pieces! AND SHES TRANS TOO! TRANS FOR TRANS! Her names O’sana, but her nickname is Beach and she’s eventually became part of Lilith’s team in Splatsville and she wields the custom goo tuber and loves to octo bag with it. She’s also pretty good at breakdancing, and they love to dance together 😊. It’s also ironic though cuz she’s also known to be very clumsy. They met during a 1v1 tournament in Splatsville when they were playing against each other, and the moment she winked at him once he was head over heels and on his knees for her. So much so that he couldn’t even flirt properly when they met after the match; “Hey girl, are you a girl, because- I- I love you, I- What the fuck how is this happening I’m usually so good at this, ARE YOU SINGLE?!”

Beach: “Yeah 😁”

Aloha: “Well, d-do you wanna go on a dat-“

Beach: “Yeah! 😄”

I shit you not that’s how it all happened. Both have W rizz. You can see a drawing I did of her here

Well that’s enough for now. I hope you like my headcanons. See you all again soon with more! 👋🏻

(Post is ever changing. Check back every so often to find changes!)

Here’s the second part (Mask, Skull and Rider) >

[lynxbriight]

Kitties open for questions.

Big, relative infodump below!

Sedgestar- (he/him) white tom with gray and orange flecks and amber eyes. Experienced and thorough, he is a strong leader, but the tragedies he’s seen in all his years have slowed him down and made him fearful of his Clan’s future. He avoids conflict tentatively. His parents, Dawnlight and Sagebrook, were killed early in his life, leaving him often shaken by the notion of fighting. Despite this, he can be a calm and competent mediator between border disputes when it matters, though he patrols less now because his years have caught up with him. He often depends upon Thistlefrost on things pertaining to battle training and patrols. He has never taken a mate, and his clanmates speculate that he never will.

Thistlefrost- (he/him) dark gray and white tabby tom with yellow eyes. Often aloof and sharp, he doesn’t strike many as the deputy type, but Thistlefrost is a more than capable second-in-command. He’s half-blind in one eye, but he’s an excellent fighter, skilled and precise, and a proficient hunter. He can be brisk and verbally abrasive to those he deems “idiots”, but he doesn’t do harsh things without a purpose. He’s the brother of Crowpoppy and Nightfeather. He’s never taken a mate, and at the moment is to focused on his duties as deputy to do so.

Firpelt- (he/they) dark brown-red cat with amber eyes (my mistake, I’ll fix that later). Twitchy but considerate and gentle, he’s an efficient medicine cat and does his duties well. He enjoys talking with Houndlight and Needlepaw, his apprentice. He’s the half-brother of Amberhaze and Pinetuft, and enjoys chatting with his sisters. He feels no attraction towards the brutal battle and bloodlust he views in the life of a warrior, but likes being a medicine cat, comforting the injured and helping the sick.

Needlepaw- (she/her) gray she-cat with amber eyes. Bold and set on her opinions, she doesn’t meet the average traits of a medicine cat apprentice, but she serves her Clan just as well as anyone else, skilled in the knowledge of healing and herbs. Sole surviving daughter of Nightfeather and Paledusk’s litter. Her father, Perchdusk, and her two siblings, Thornkit and Bramblekit, are deceased, and the pandemic of greencough that caused their deaths was motivation for her choice to become a medicine cat. She’s not traumatized and is unscarred for now, and it would be a shaaaame if something bad were to happen later on… ;v; but more on that LATER ON!

Runningstream- (she/her) red, brown, and cream tabby she-cat with blue eyes. A diligent warrior, lean and agile, she’s the best rabbit-hunter in the Clan. Born to She’s gentle, affable, and a quick learner, and open to learning any new skill anyone has to tech her. She’s never officially taken a mate, but she enjoys the company of Liongorse and hopes to be a queen someday.

Houndlight- (he/him) dark brown and white tom with blue eyes. Stocky and brash, he’s a defensive warrior, but strong and devoted to his Clan. He’s the largest cat in the Clan, rivaling Sedgestar. He fights exceptionally and with strength, but isn’t as adept at hunting, as he’s so large that he tends to scare off smaller prey as he crashes through the undergrowth. He doesn’t have a mate, nor does he have the intention to, and is likely asexual.

[vay99]

Chifuyu x reader

Wounds

Anime/Manga: Tokyo revengers

"And another strike!" you cheer, score far ahead of Chifuyu who's currently sulking over the reults. "Awww don't be upset, you'll win eventually. One time you will win. Someday." 

"Thanks for the motivational speech." he grumbles as you two make your way out off the bowling center. 

"Any time." you laugh, wrapping your arms around his. "What's next?" 

"We can go to my place and play some video games." he suggests, scratching his neck with his free arm.

Before you could answer a group of men gets in your way, surrounding you. 

"Hey you! We've heard that you're from Toman. What's a looser like you doing here with such a bad chick?" one guy laughs making you wanna punsh his brain out. 

"Yeah why don't you get fucked while we have some fun with her." another laughs and if Chifuyu wasn't mad already he'd be boiling now. But... 

"Hey babe, why don't you ditch your boyfriend for me?" one guy steps closer to you being in the perfect range for you to kick his ribs into pieces. 

"I may not be a captain in Toman but I'm the one who taught them how to beat loosers like you are up." you smile as you use an uppercut to break another's chin. 

*20 minutes of fighting later*

16 guys knocked out on the ground has you smiling with satisfaction. Meanwhile Chifuyu knocks out his last opponent before sitting down on the street. 

"Chifuyu are you alright?" you kneel down next to him. 

"Yeah no worries, I just took a punsh in the face." he laughs it off as his nose starts bleeding. 

"No worries my ass, come with me we'll treat your wounds." you take his hand in yours as you walk to your house which is close by.

"It's not that bad." 

"Your face is not a punishing bag, it's not made to resist strong impacts. Yet you always get your face beaten in all colors of the rainbow." you point out as you make him sit down in the kitchen. 

"I like the rainbow." he puffs his cheeks. 

"Use make up not fists to decorate your face with it the next time." you ruffle his hair. 

"Do you have lipsticks in all 6 colors? If yes you could cover my face with lipstick stains then." 

"Wow they must've hit your head pretty bad." you fight back a smile, Chifuyu loves to tease-flirt from time to time but becomes shy right away. 

"They did but still." 

"I'll get my make up set when we're done then." 

Whenever you two hang out your friends would comment how you look like a couple or more than just friends. They'd call Chifuyu your boyfriend all the time. All the flirting doesn't help you two when you say that you're friends. You're unsure if it's just playful teasing or if he's for real so you two just keep going in circles. 

Cleaning the scratches and his bloody nose you loose yourself in your thoughts. 

/Now I wanna punsh these douchebags even more, his nose looks pretty bad. I can't take this, he's strong but if something happens to him I could never-/

"Hey, why are you crying?" Chifuyu asks, wiping the tear that escaped your glassy eyes. 

"Oh I just got emotional for a second, hate seeing my friends getting beaten up." you explain, rubbing your eyes. 

"I used to get beaten up even more before you thought me some tricks. Now I just take some hits and knock them all out." Chifuyu poses with his arms which makes you giggle. 

"Sure you do, I'll show you some more tomorrow." 

Silence surrounds you again as you put the plaster on his face. 

"That guy called me your boyfriend... why didn't you correct him?" he breaks the silence again, avoiding your eyes. 

"I liked the sound of it." you answer honestly, shrugging your shoulders. 

"Ouch ouch ouch that stings." he whines as you use medical alcohol to clean his wound on the lip.

"The more you whine the longer it'll take." you keep the tissue on his lip. 

"I can't feel my lip anymore." Chifuyu complains, tugging on his lower lip Inc you remove the tissue. 

"Let me test that." you wipe your thumb over his lip a finger under his chin. 

"How-oh. Sure." he looks at your lips and then into your eyes. 

"You felt that?" 

"No." Chifuyu gulps, one hand holding onto the shirt your wearing. "Maybe something else might help". 

"Anything particular in mind?" you step right in front of the chair, leaning down slightly. 

"The lipstick idea sounded nice. But for now please do it without the lipstick."

"You could've just asked me to kiss it better." you whisper, pressing a kiss on his swollen cheek and then on his nose. While his cheeks explode in a red blush you switch to his lips, softly moving against his. 

"No feeling yet, do it again, please." Chifuyu says not even a second after you remove your lips. "I don't feel pain when your lips are on mine." he flirts, leaving kisses from your neck until your collarbone. 

"Oh my bad boy huh~" you chuckle squishing his cheeks as you softly press another kiss on his lips. 

"Always~ And I'll omg is that a cake." he notices the chocolate cake on the cupboard. 

"Aaand bad boy is crossed out of my list of nicknames." you sigh as you hand him something to cool his lip with. "You'll get some later, use that cool pack first your lip is swollen."

"But I'm hungry now."

"Well if you wanna whine instead of cuddling up on my couch and get you face covered with kisses then it'll be that way." you leave him as his brain processes what you just said and immedi ately runs after you.

"I want kisses more than cake!"

[blondie20000]

Actions Speak Louder than Words - Loki × Wanda Maximoff

It all started with words.

Everywhere Wanda went Prince Loki would be there to greet her with a series of compliments most of them all quotes from Shakespeare. Soon those words appeared on paper as Wanda started receiving poems almost every night by the door of her room.

The Scarlet Witch did find it quite endearing and also quite amusing how the Prince will simply not give up. It also made her puzzled as well. There are many ladies out who would love to take his hand he had so many options yet his focus was on her. A Prince in love with a Witch? It sounded absurd. If there is one thing Wanda knew about Prince Loki is the fact he is a rebel at heart. As the youngest of the Odinson family Loki had less responsibilities and more time to do the things he loved. He had freedom and therefore liked to make decisions that would be seen as controversial but to him it was a progress, a way to modernize society.

Wanda admired him for that.

One evening Wanda decided to go for a walk it was a nice evening the sky is clear and there is a breeze in the air. She tilted her head back and felt the wind blow on her face causing her hair to fly out. This here felt like freedom to her. Little things like this made life more worthy of living and gave her the motivation and hope that someday their world will be saved.

Captain Carter will save them all.

"Great minds think alike." A voice suddenly said.

Wanda spins round her hands immediately glow red with power ready to attack.

"Miss Maximoff!" The voice shrieked.

It took a few seconds for Wanda to realize who it was. When she did her eyes widen and she quickly lowers her hand.

"Prince Loki." She does a curtsy her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. "I apologize I thought you were..."

"An intruder? He gives her an amused look. "My brother?"

She huffed a laugh at that.

"Your brother?"

"You must have thoughts? To strike? He can at times be a nuisance. Impatient as well."

He gives her a knowing look Wanda knew what he meant. She did respect His Highness and will always remain loyal to him but sometimes he can be increasingly difficult. Since the Captain's arrival Thor has demanded for an update Wanda tried to reassure him but he wouldn't hear for it.

"Our world is falling apart!" Thor snapped at her. "We don't have time! You fail me Witch?"

She shook her head.

"Never."

His face darkens.

"You better succeed because your life depends on it."

"Yes your Highness."

"Such thoughts should not be expressed out loud my Prince." Wanda nodded.

"So you have thought about it?"

"Didn't say that my Prince. You know throwing accusations around is not wise you wish to see me in the dungeons?"

He raised an eyebrow at that.

"In chains? Completely at our mercy?"

There is a underlying meaning to that. His lips tug upwards into a smirk. His eyes shone with mischief.

Another blush forms on her cheeks.

"What brings you out here?" Wanda quickly changed the subject looking everywhere but him.

"Admiring the view." He looks up at the sky. "Such a fine night."

She agreed with him on that.

"I also come out here to think." He continued to nod. "The quiet it helps."

"How is that going for you? Your work?"

"Making progress." He then sighs. "I do wish they would show respect towards my work."

"Who?"

"My siblings." He again sighs. "My sister and brother I am not like them I will never be a warrior my interests differ from theirs. I love art, music, poetry, theater. They mock me for it my brother says I need to be a man not a weakling." He shakes his head. "It shouldn't bother me but it does. I support them but they do not return the favor."

He lowers his head at that. Wanda looks at him with sympathy. She has witnessed the other Royals' behavior there is always a boo or jeer from Prince Thor while Queen Hela dramatically yawns and rolls her eyes. Wanda always found them childish their younger brother is helping society in another way he is entertaining them through these dark times the Royals should encourage it not dismiss it.

The Scarlet Witch places her hand on his shoulder.

"I like your work."

He looks up at her with surprise.

"Your poems they are beautiful." Wanda continued with a smile. "I keep them stored somewhere safe and whenever I feel down I read your poems they always lift my spirits." She then shrugs. "My opinion may not mean much but..."

"Miss Maximoff." He gives her a serious look. "It means a lot coming from you."

Wanda takes a deep shaky breath.

His eyes shift on to where her hand remains on his shoulder. Realizing her mistake Wanda pulls her hand away. Loki reaches out and grabs her hand.

Wanda froze. Her eyes lock to his.

They stared at each other in silence.

Loki then slowly intertwined his fingers with hers.

Wanda takes another deep breath.

Loki closes the gap between them.

"My Prince." Wanda said her voice trembling the fear of getting caught starts to consume her. "We can't."

"Shh." He tucks a stray of hair behind her ear. "I do not care what they think. I only care about you Miss Maximoff. Lady witch." He smiles. "From the moment I set my eyes on you I knew you were the one for me. You are the Juliet to my Romeo. My glorious purpose."

Wanda already knew the Prince was interested in her but hearing his confession still made her heart soar.

"Such kind words my Prince." She smiled sheepishly.

"Well you have always been my inspiration." He grinned. "I think of you and the words come out my pages flow with the beauty of language. It is a sight I wish to share with you."

His other hand rests on her back. He leans forward and whispers in her ear.

"On a physical level that is." He added with a smirk.

Wanda tilts her head and smirks back at him.

"An invitation my Prince? For me?"

"If you want to." He assured her. "There's no pressure."

"I accept." She replied without hesitation her fears immediately washed away replaced with a feeling of excitement. "My Prince."

She goes to curtsy again but he stops her.

"Save that for my quarters my dear."

That was the moment words turned into actions.

..............

The couple didn't waste time removing each other's layers. Wanda however decided to get more creative. She used her magic and the clothes ripped off the Prince's body. Loki looked up in wonder as the clothes hovered in the air before they dropped on the ground. He then looked at the Scarlet Witch and frowned.

"My Prince." Wanda said suddenly fearing she has done the wrong thing. "I apologize my excitement got the better of me there I promise there will be no more magic."

"Wanda." Loki said using her name for the first time.

Hearing him say her name caused a shiver to go down her spine.

He goes up and cups her face in his hands. He grins.

"Never hold back for anyone especially me in fact I want you to be free tonight! We shall explore these uncharted waters together as equals."

Equals?

"My Prince?"

"No need to be formal." He shakes his head. "Please drop the title my darling. Say my name."

"Loki." She said uncertain. He raises an eyebrow. "Loki." She repeated this time sounding more confident.

"Hmm." He hummed at that. "I am going to enjoy hearing my name from your mouth." He rubs his thumb over her lip. He sighs heavily. "Yes I will."

"I hope I do not let you down...My...Loki."

He again shakes his head.

"You will never let me down Wanda." He said the last part in a husky voice.

Wanda immediately found herself drawn to his lips. She leans forward and locks her lips with his. He responds and kisses her back. The kiss then deepened and became more passionate.

Wanda bites his lip causing him to moan. He then pushed his tongue in and rolled it along with hers.

Seconds later the couple pull apart needing to catch their breath.

"You still want me to curtsy your Highness?" Wanda asked with a smirk.

"You remembered." He goes in again and gently caressed her face. "Answer to your question yes. The sooner you please me the sooner I can repay you." He kissed her and runs his hand over her breasts. Wanda pressed herself against him but he shakes his head. "It seems fair hmm."

She sighs and smiles at him.

"Very well." Her hand moves to his balls. "I shall do just that." She then squeezes his ball causing him to gasp and groan. She has him backed against the wall her hand still fondling his balls. "Hmm."

She tilts her head. Her eyes spark red.

Loki could stare into her eyes all day.

"Like rubies." He muttered.

The eye contact breaks when Wanda goes down on her knees. She wraps her hand his length and slowly draws him into her mouth. The Scarlet Witch almost choked when his length hits the back of her throat. Once she regained her compose she started to suck him.

Loki throws his head back against the wall and squeezes his eyes shut as Wanda sucked his dick off. Her head bobs up and down and her tongue slides along him. He ordered her to pick up the pace.

Wanda obeyed.

She continued to suck him. Fast, hard and rough. She kept going until the Prince reached his climax. Loki let out a cry as he spilled himself inside her. Another gasp escapes him as he pulls himself out. Wanda looks up at him. She swallows the cum and grins.

"Does that mean I have royalty in me now?"

He laughs. He then takes a deep breath and helps Wanda up to her feet.

He kisses her cheek and brushes himself against her hair.

So soft. He thought.

It sent a wave of calm through him. Loki felt reassured, solid in her presence. His faith in her continued to grow every second he spent with her.

"I did say I would repay you my love." He again kissed her. "I never go back on my word."

"Never?" She smiled.

"Well..." He gives her a teasing look. "Sometimes. Depends on the person."

"Like your brother?"

He again laughs.

"You know me well."

"I know all the games. The mischief."

"Mischief is who I am my dear." Wanda suddenly gasps as she feels a finger go inside her. Loki smirks at her reaction. "I am very very good at it."

He abruptly pulls out of her before going in again. Wanda wraps her arms around his neck and holds him tight as he started to thrust her with his fingers.

Wanda hitched her leg up on to his waist and buried her face in his neck as he stuck another finger inside her.

"Oh!" She grits her teeth. "Oh!"

Her moans encouraged him to go faster. Soon the couple found themselves on the bed. Loki resumed the thrusting pumping her harshly and enjoying the sweet sounds that came spilling from her lips.

After a few more thrusts Loki pulls his fingers out.

"Loki!" Wanda said frustration in her voice.

He responds with a grin.

"You called?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Wanda flashes him a glare. Her eyes burn bright red. Loki chuckled not fazed by her power.

"Now now." He strokes her thigh in a tender manner. "Where's that lovely smile?"

Her face scrunched up at that.

Loki found her reaction adorable.

He smiles softly at her as he eyes her up and down.

"Beautiful and blooming like a rose." He said.

That brought a smile out of her and her cheeks turned pink.

"There it is." Loki kisses her cheek followed by a series of kisses along her collarbone.

Wanda angled her neck to allow him better access.

Loki kissed her with such tenderness. He takes his time and admires this woman he believes is a work of art. The words formed on the tip of his tongue he had so much praise for her but they are past that phase now and as they say actions speak louder than words.

He sucks on her nipples, bites down on her flesh, licks her burning hot skin. Each stroke from his tongue sent a shiver through the Scarlet Witch.

His tongue draws all the way down between her thighs. He licks her folds and sucks on it causing her to gasp.

Loki grips on to her thighs and pulls them further apart he then positions himself until his cock is in front of her entrance.

"You ready my dear?" He asked as he twirled strands of her hair in his fingers.

Wanda's hand goes on his. As she looks at him her eyes are dark with lust.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." She growled.

Seeing this side of the Scarlet Witch made Loki feral. He purred with delight as he took in her beauty yet again. His eyes remained on hers as he slowly goes inside her.

Then he started to rock her.

Arms snaked around each other, their lips locked Loki and Wanda poured all their emotions into this intimate act. Their breathing became shallow and their bodies shook as Loki pounded into her.

A groan comes from the Prince when he felt Wanda's nails dig into his skin. Wanda clawed at his back. She pushed herself up against him and swore out loud when he gave her a hard thrust.

"Blasphemy!" He pretended to scowl at her. "You have a filthy mouth Witch!"

"What are you going to do about it?" Wanda smirked at him. "Punish me?"

He grabs a handful of her hair and tugs it forward. Wanda laughs at his stern expression.

"Quite the little Devil you are." He mused.

He lifts her up enough to give her a slap on the ass. Wanda again laughed wanting to push him further. Loki grips her ass tight, his cock is buried deep inside her now.

He gives her a mighty thrust and covers her mouth to stop her from crying out. He kept going and chuckled at the muffled sounds from behind her hand.

Soon the Scarlet Witch fought back. Her hands glow and she pushes the Prince back. She didn't push too hard just enough to put him in his place, remind him of his promise to please her.

Loki's hands end up behind his back. He tried to move them but he couldn't. He gives her an amused look.

"You?"

"Your hands are tied my Prince." She grinned.

"Powerful and wicked." He huffed an laugh. "I knew you were the right one. Such a character."

She waved her hands again.

Loki felt something push him from behind. He flies forward his lips ending up on hers. She kissed him then said.

"A rebel that's what you are. One of the things I always admired about you."

He grinned at the compliment.

"Thank you."

With one more kiss Loki continued to thrust her until they both reached their climax.

"Wanda!" He growled as he took her hand. "I want to do this with you...this...together...us...this act of love."

"I want...I want do that as well." She replied between pants.

She increased her grip on his hand.

"I want to see your reaction." Loki added his eyes going wide. He is close. He needed to let it out.

Wanda sensed this and quickly nodded.

"Keep your eyes on me." She said.

He managed to muster up a smile.

"I wouldn't look anywhere else."

A shudder coursed through them. Seconds later the couple cry out as they let it all out. Once it was released Loki pulls himself out and takes a deep breath. Wanda's legs collapse on to the bed. She trembled as she slowly came down from her high. Loki lies down next to her and pulls the covers over them. He then takes the Scarlet Witch in his arms and holds her.

He kisses her head and runs his fingers through her hair. He loved her hair. Wanda lies on his chest and closes her eyes savoring this moment wanting it to last forever. They sat like this for a while in silence. Minutes later Loki breaks the silence.

"I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, I love you."

Wanda lifts her head up. Loki looks down at her with such warmth it made her heart flutter.

"King Henry V." She said recognizing the famous Shakespeare quote. She also then realized that behind that quote is a confession. A love confession. Prince Loki has officially come out and said he is in love with her.

"I love you."

Hearing that confession said out loud caused a stir of emotions to rise inside the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda frowns. Loki suddenly became worried.

"I hope I haven't scared you away it's just I have felt this way about you for a long time and tonight it felt right to tell you how I feel about you." He lifts her hand and rubs his thumb along it. "Miss Wanda Maximoff will you accept my hand?"

Wanda looks down at their hands. She then looks back up at him.

A big beaming smile spreads across her face.

"I accept."

His face lit up at that.

"Wonderful!"

He takes her other hand and kisses it.

"Wanda my love you have made this man very happy."

"You have made me happy." She nodded. Her smile turning into a full blown grin. "But my Prince I have to ask why me? There are others who would wish to take your hand? I am a simply only a Witch..."

Loki raises his hand making her pause.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." He repeated her words back at her.

Wanda laughed.

"If you say so."

Loki kisses her neck.

"I do love nothing in the world so well as you." He breathed a sigh. "Goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!"

Wanda huffed a amused smile.

This man really does love Shakespeare the quotes are never-ending but Wanda didn't mind she could listen to this man talk all day

"You have witchcraft in your lips."

Wanda arched an eyebrow at that quote.

"I do?" She asked with a smirk.

He brings her forward his eyes lingering on her lips.

"I want more of it." He added.

Wanda nods.

"And you shall." She replied.

Soon the couple made love again. Their hearts are full and their belief is stronger than ever.

Captain Carter will save them all.

And they will live on for another day.

The End

[frydawolff]

Sharing this today because I don't think enough non-actors know: To qualify for SAG health insurance, you have to make at least $26,470 per calendar quarter. i.e. If you can hustle $26,470 in a quarter, you have health insurance for a year. At the end of that year you need to make another $26,470 in that next calendar quarter. (The bigger issue is the obvious need for universal healthcare, but, America.)

This is what the WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes are really all about:

SAG insurance is hard to get, even harder to keep if you develop a chronic illness that prevents you from working, or just haven't booked in a while, etc. Broadcast residuals were meant to help with that, with passive income to keep you qualified for insurance. Streaming's refusal to distribute broadcast comparable residuals has resulted in even high profile, heavily awarded, multiple season jobs not being enough to earn healthcare.

The cast of Orange Is the New Black essentially worked for exposure, as have the rest of us since then.

This is why we've been yelling about AI:

Gift link, no paywall: https://wapo.st/43rubnB

Opinion  It’s fine. We don’t need human actors.

"My dear shareholders! Do not worry about the fact that all the screen actors and screenwriters are on strike.

If there is one thing I have figured out about the meaning of life and the meaning of art, it is that art is something that should be entirely the product of machines and robots while people march around with picket signs and complain that they cannot afford food and housing. Also, no one should ever be paid a residual, whatever that is. I just don’t like the sound of it.

When our ancestors sat around the cave fires at night, sure, they told stories. Certainly, they scrawled on the walls of their caves, but as an executive, I know for a fact that they hated that part of being alive so much. They said to themselves, “Someday, when we have indoor plumbing and can live as we choose, we will be able to delegate this tiresome dreaming and telling of stories entirely to robots and billionaires. The only good part of drawing mammoths on the walls of caves is the fact that I, the illustrator, am not being compensated monetarily in any way for doing so.” (This primal yearning for people to not be compensated for their creative efforts except in exposure is something that has driven artists for a long time and we hope will continue to drive them, in case our AI idea backfires.)

We will be fine without these humans with their so-called faces and voices and acting. If Marvel films thus far have not been populated entirely by CGI characters, it is only for want of sufficient motivation, and I’m sure we can fix that."