#tf second chance blues

[littledemo0n]

Even more memes inspired by @whatwooshkai 's fanfic☆

[acoffeemug]

I feel like Megs goes to another dimension everytime Oppy holds Megies hands...

Fic's name is

And the bringer of blessing is

@whatwooshkai

I still got a lot of meme ideas

OuO just need to sleep first hahahahaha

[whatwooshkai]

🌧: draw a character out in the rain (Optimus, your preferred flavour)

Also - reblogging it again? You weren't swamped the first time?

my preferred flavor of op will always be the one I wrote for second chance blues

(also I was not, I only got 3 or 4 asks last time)

[whatwooshkai]

THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!!

let's pretend meg's face is covered in the last panel LOL. i rlly wanted to make his expression visible

from Second Chance Blues by @whatwooshkai !!

[fics-lovebot]

enhypen fic recs pt.5

main masterlist - pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

these are my personal favs, so pls reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

kiss me, he´s watching - ( @enhaflixer ) smut, fake bf!Heeseung x being stalked!reader - You kissed Heeseung to escape your stalker’s gaze—this is diffferentttt, i loved reading it sm, felt like a movie

cherry trees - ( @enhaflixer ) smut, angst, fluff, second chandce rom, arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - WHEWWWW this was intenssee, I LOVE WHEN MEN FUCK UP AND THEN GO INSANE :p. also, the whole plot felt real, like hard work was being put in to fix everything. deff one of my jungwon favs out there

change your ticket - ( @demusewriter ) so much fluff, Idol!Jungwon x Non-idol!reader. yESSSss, loved the yearning

the grinch that stole my… pants? - ( @mandukkul ) fluff, crack. bf!ni-ki x fIreader, established relationship. nahh this is so cute, reader is valid af

quacked up - ( @veilstqr ) downbad!ni-ki, fluff and crack x ni-ki being whipped and the members not letting him breathe. jungwon is so wrong for that lmao, poor niki

rich boy enha - ( @blairbliss ) fluff, rich!ot7, this is like my dream come true. rICH PRETTY MEN IN LOVE, THAT´S WHAT IM ABOUT

faces and sounds they make - ( @enhaflixer ) smut, ot7. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS, i have no words. this had me grinning like a gremling. yall know that one freaky sonic gif? yeah.

between the shelves - ( @liuhsng ) fluff, strangers to lover, soulmate au, alpha!jake, omega!reader, alpha!enha. I LOVEDDD THISSSSSSS, jake´s so dreamy cool and collected, got me giggling and kicking my feet

perv!sunghoon - ( @urlovebot ) smut. MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. this is crrraazzzzyyyyyyyyyyyyy

the price of perfection - ( @woniedarlin ) angst, fluff, academic rival!jake, academic pressure. now now, i know i said i hate those academy rivals, work rivals, enemies to lovers tropes, and i do!, BUUTTT this one´s differente. They aren´t really rivals, she´s just jealouse and jake´s just vibing lmao, but they end up being what each other´s need

king of tears - ( @enhaflixer ) ANGST, fluff, smut. Chaebol Husband!Sunghoon, slow burn, second chance rom. WHAT COMES AFTER 7???? this is honestly amazing, i´ve never read a kdrama inspired fic like this one, so so good. and as the Angsty Fic Ambassador, i aprove tf out of this skdjfkjf, also SUNOO AND NIKI HAD ME CACKLING. After you´re done, read this one too

heavy little love - ( @hazelira ) fluff :´(. dad!heeseung, this is so wholesome, so beautiful. i also believe he´s such a boy dad idk idk.

i´ll never let that happen again - ( @semisasseater ) fluff, angst, protective bf!niki. this one´s for my delulu riki stans, ik you´ll like it :p

take me back! - ( @heeseung64 ) text au, suggestive. desperate ex!hee, bad bitch!reader as she should. sdfkjskj this ones funny af, i do like them a lil crazy anyway

the dollmaker - ( @faeyun ) smut, fluff lowk, husband!sunghoon, dark gothic heavy themes (read warnings). YUUUPPPP, this is an art piece right here. wowwww, author i love ur brain, i´ve never read anything like this!

wrong contact - ( @heeseung64 ) text au, best friend!enha. love love accidental confessiones sjdskjf had me giggling and kicking my feet like the delulu ass bitch i am

off the ice - ( @luvsicktyun ) angst, smut, fluff. hockey player!jake, pregnant!reader, college au, accidental pregnancy trope. this is gewddd, i love how this is written. reader feelings are so so valid and real, getting pregg after a ons by a man who´s future doesn´t seem to include being a father whatsoever is scary af, luckily this is sim jake we´re talking about

beneath the blue - ( @enjakey ) fluff, smut, the plot is EVERYTHING. marine engineer!Jake x marine biologist!Fem!Reade. HOW DOESNT THIS HAVE LIKE +30K NOTES??????? THIS IS A WHOLE MOVIE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? people really don´t appreciate lengthy, detailed, beautifully written fics with a thick-interesting-innovating plot anymore and that´s fucking sad. author, this is a MASTERPIECE

caught in my web - ( @fatalhoon ) fluff, crack. spiderman!jake, loser!jake, bsf!reader, school au. this is so cuuteeee and jake aint sleek at all lmao

just married - ( @bywons ) FLUFF, down bad!sunghoon (YOU ALREADY KNOW IM EATING TS UPPP), drunk!sunghoon, not him wanting to elope and get married after breakdancing at a friend´s wedding, i love this sm

hoodie thief - ( @tobiosbbyghorl ) smut, fluff, roomamate!sunghoon, he´s a total boobs guy (canon) so him losing it over them isn´t strange lmao, loved this

richman´s world - ( @okwonyo ) text au, fluff, ceo!jay. ahaha i´m gonna crash tf oUT bc wdym HE´S RICH AF AND GETS TURNED ON BY YOU SPENDING HIS MONEYYYDSLFLSKJFHSKJH and he´s dOWN BAD TOO????? you´re done.

let´s play - ( @fgumi ) crack, fluff. not heeseung getting humbled by his own gf on LOL lmao

loser in a hot man´s body - ( @fgumi ) fluff, school/college au, loser bf!hee (LETSFUCKINGGOOOO) x hot popular!gf. i LOVEEEEEEEEE a hot man with a quirky personality who´s down bad for his gf, i eat it up EVERY TIME

my kind of girl - ( @okwonyo ) scenarios of bf!enha getting on their knees for you. wait why ni-ki kinda,,, afhalksfjhlajfhlah, i love this

[luvbabydoll]

heaven beside him, hell inside him — chapter one

a series made by © luvbabydoll

warnings — reader is described to be more on the “chubbier” side.

a/n — may not be accurate when it comes to the cod universe (i don’t play cod fyi)

the fairground stretched wide under the texas sunset, bathed in that golden glow that made everything look warm and easy. it had all the fixings of a proper county fair—kids running around with sticky fingers from candy apples, country music twanging from overhead speakers, the distant whirr of the ferris wheel spinning against the horizon.

tf 141 was scattered across the crowd, watching, observing, but for once, relaxed. they’d spent too many months in the dirt, in the dark, with blood under their fingernails. this? this was civilization. a rare bit of normal.

soap was the first to comment, eyes flicking over to a large barbecue stand near the center of the fairgrounds.

“christ,” he muttered, nudging ghost. “would ye look at that? proper texas-sized barbecue goin’ on over there.”

ghost didn’t bother responding, just lifted his chin in acknowledgment, eyes scanning the massive booth. there were banners strung overhead, long tables piled high with smoked meats, and a man at the front, sleeves rolled up, tending to the grill like he was born to do it.

didn’t matter. they weren’t here for that.

but then—

a blur of movement.

three small figures darted through the crowd, little cowboy boots kicking up dust, weaving between fairgoers until they stopped right in front of them, wide-eyed and staring.

the kids.

they were young—no older than six or seven—all blonde-haired and blue-eyed, with sun-kissed skin from too many summers spent outside.

and they were staring at them like they’d just seen superheroes.

one of the boys grabbed onto his mother’s dress, tugging insistently. “mama, look!” he pointed, his little voice ringing with excitement. “they’re soldiers! just like daddy!”

that’s when they saw you.

you turned at the sound of her son’s voice, smoothing down the fabric of her sundress before finally glancing up—

and fucking hell.

soft curves, delicate features, and that unmistakable southern charm that knocked the wind out of them. your sundress, a light floral thing, swayed gently as you moved, cinched at the waist in a way that made every single one of them take a second look.

you were as pretty as a damn picture.

the kind of woman men fought wars over.

“oh, sweetheart,” you sighed, crouching to their level, brushing a gentle hand over one of the boy’s hair. “you gotta stop runnin’ off like that, sugar. you’re gonna give your mama a heart attack.”

your voice was as sweet as honey—thick, dripping with warmth, every syllable slow and southern.

soap—forever the first to flirt—grinned, squatting slightly to meet the boys' height. “aye, lads, yer daddy’s a soldier, is he?” his scottish brogue was thick, but the kids didn’t seem to mind, looking up at him like he was the coolest thing they’d ever seen.

you laughed, standing up straight again. “oh, he sure is. and these little rascals think that means they gotta tell everybody about it.” you gave them an apologetic look, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. “i’m so sorry if they’re botherin’ y’all.”

“not at all,” price said, voice deep and distinctly british. he nodded at the boys, giving them one of his rare, softer smiles. “they’ve got the right idea. takes a lot of guts to serve.”

you beamed at that.

“my husband always says the same thing.”

something about that sentence sat wrong with them, but none of them could put a finger on why.

they kept talking—easy, too easy. you were polite, warm, completely unguarded in the way you spoke to them. you asked them where they were from, how long they were in town, and if they’d gotten a chance to try some real texas barbecue yet.

and the way you talked—so effortlessly sweet, slipping in casual darlins and sugars—made soap want to drop down to one knee then and there.

the smallest boy tugged on your dress again, bouncing slightly. “mama, can we get funnel cake now?”

you let out a soft little sigh, shaking her head with a smile. “lord, you boys are worse than your daddy, i swear.”

soap raised an eyebrow. “he got a sweet tooth, does he?”

you laughed, head tilting just slightly, your cheeks glowing warm under the sunset.

“oh, you have no idea,” you teased, voice dropping into something conspiratorial. “i always tell him i married a man, not a kid.”

they all chuckled at that.

you were charming as hell.

if you weren’t married, soap probably would’ve been on his knees already, offering her his last name right then and there.

but then—

“sugar!”

the voice was loud, familiar—a slow, easy drawl that made every single one of them freeze.

they turned, eyes scanning the crowd.

you turned too, her expression instantly softening, fond in a way that sent something cold trickling down their spines.

“comin’!” you called back, giving them a sweet little smile before turning to leave. “it was real nice meetin’ y’all. if you need anything while you’re in town, don’t be shy, alright?”

and then—you walked away.

they watched you go.

watched the way your hips swayed under that light sundress, the deliberate way you moved, the way your sons tugged at your hands as they neared the barbecue booth.

they should have looked away.

but they didn’t.

instead, they watched as you stepped right up to a man—your husband—who greeted you with a bright, boyish grin.

he scooped up one of the boys effortlessly, settling him on his hip, while the others clung to his legs. and then—right there, in front of everyone—he kissed you.

not just a peck.

a real kiss. hands on your waist, pulling you close, like you were something precious.

the same hands that had once ordered them dead.

the same fucking man they thought they’d killed.

ghost exhaled sharply.

soap stared.

price ran a hand down his face, eyes narrowing.

and when graves finally pulled away, murmuring something against his wife’s lips that made her laugh—that was when it hit them.

soap was the first to speak, voice low and gutted.

“no fucking way.”

ghost didn’t say a word—just clenched his jaw, adjusting his gloves.

and price, ever the calm one, took a slow sip of his beer before muttering—

“son of a bitch.”

[hel1nn]

I like him ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

⛱ A little moodboard ⤴

𐔌 . ⋮ teen satoru gojo x teen reader .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

𐙚 : flufff | cursed words | satoru being a cutie | mutual pining | time skips to where your married to satoru | .𖥔 ݁

a/n : im back!! I will finally post and continue my series, but today this is something for my boy torus birthday:)

"ewww y/n i had no idea your taste in men is so disgusting.." utahime scolds you for the who knows what time. Shoko beside her enjoys the drama,taking a drag from her cigarette. You slump in defeat. Pouting slightly..

"ik sometimes he's annoying but he's also a nice person too-"

"what do you mean by sometimes!?" Utahime yells at you. You groan in frustration, failing to defend satoru again,your not so normal crush on gojo bothered utahime to no end. She hated gojo with every part in her body. Even seeing him makes her eyes twitch in hatred.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Utahime got too much annoyed and left the classroom,shoko left a little later after patting your back. Sulking you lean back in your chair a bit too much, resulting you to fall flat on your ass hard on the ground. You groan in pain standing up, you don't know who's face you saw when you woke up in the morning, since you day is already being ruined. You continue your day,but you weren't able to see satoru since he was sent to an 2days mission but you don't have to worry about it since satoru told you he will come back tomorrow. (On a two hour call with you this evening).

After a long day you're finally able to rest or....bake something for satoru. Since he had told you he's bringing you souvenires..you cringed the way you squeal while thinking about this but you can't help it,you were so in love with satoru. Just like how satoru loved you. You finally entered your dorm, locking it up in seconds. The first thing you do is bringing out the mini electric oven under your bed,yeah satoru bought you that since he loved your cookies,cakes and more.

-

You were almost done with the cookie dough but then...you hear a knock on your dorm's door. Your body immediately freezes. Who tf was knocking on your door at fucking 3:57 am? You hide away the oven and the almost finished cookie dough since you don't want to get caught now. You walk to your door, hesitantly opening it and-

"boo!" Satoru bursts in, almost tripping over you. You couldn't help but smile.. this has happened before too. Sometimes he would come back from missions early so he could eat spent time with you your cookies. Satoru laughed slightly before closing the door,locking it up. You sigh

"satoru,at least you could have texted me-"

"but i wouldn't have been able to see your face covered in flour" he's cocky tone making you slightly annoyed but you know your face isn't fully covered in flour,

"don't be like that my face isn't full of flour anyway" you playfully poke at his ribcage with your elbow. Making him giggle. The night went on both of you and satoru baked cookies together. Little did you knew next day he ate all the cookies Infront of everyone in class. When you find this out all you do is laughing it off. As always at the sparring session all you were able to focus on was satoru. How he gripped the wooden bokken. How he would tease everyone in the middle of practice, he's cheeky smile thats turns into a soft one when he sees you. You loved so many things about him,his hand brushing with yours or how he holds it whenever he gets a chance. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, even though it was a friendly gesture your heart raced whenever he did that,his blue eyes softening when both of you are alone,and the list goes on.

୭₊˚🎀 time skips ✿ ·˚ ₊

You groan at the lost feeling of satoru, slightly waking up. It didn't took your husband to come out of the bathroom and lay you down on his chest again,a kiss on the temple as a cherry on top. It was already 6am..you both had to go to the work but..cuddling is way too better. You mumble something before giving his nose a small peck,both of you getting lost in the dreams again.

A/N : Short n sweet:) English isn't my first language sorry if i made any mistake:)

[whatwooshkai]

DUDE THIS IS GREAT!!!

IM ABSOLUTELY ADDICTED TO THIS ONE FIC BY @whatwooshkai AND JUST HAD TO REDRAW ONE OF THE SCENES!!

apologies for any inaccuracies !

[jayz4dayz]

Lapidot headcanons because I love and miss them:

Peridot loves telling Lapis about complex mathematical equations or facts about space and Lapis just grins and hopes Peridot can't tell she doesn't know what tf she's talking about

After the tragic death of Pumpkin, they raise a family of squash and gourds that Steven brought to life for them

Neither are big on public displays of affection, but when it's just the two of them at the barn, they're never not touching each other

Both are autistic AF, but on completely opposite ends of the spectrum and often clash with each other's traits

Lapis enjoys sleeping from time to time and whenever she does, Peridot doesn't leave her side until she wakes up

You would think that Lapis is the big spoon ... That is incorrect. (Although Peridot occasionally insists to be the little spoon and her Lapis will gladly oblige)

Neither eat food except for Lapis when Steven comes over with lunch

When they aren't with each other, Peridot is usually hanging out with Amethyst and Bismuth, and Lapis is either getting alone time or she's with Steven or Pearl

Peridot hates her hair being messed with and immediately fixes it if it becomes disheveled (Lapis knows this and messes up Peri's hair any chance she can get just to hear her make angry gremlin noises)

Lapis "I woke up like this" Lazuli couldn't care less about how her hair looks (because it changes every episode fjemrnwkf) but only allows Peridot to touch it

Amethyst introduced them to cannabis consumption and although Peridot refuses to indulge in it, Lapis absolutely has a bong in the upper loft of the barn that she uses to calm herself when the PTSD attacks are especially bad

Lapis goes through periods where she doesn't want to be touched by anyone, including Peridot, but will always compromise with holding hands or sitting close to her depending on the day

Kissing is a very new thing for them both, since they witnessed Ruby and Sapphire do it at their wedding and on other occasions and wanted to give it a try for themselves. At first they're a little awkward about it, but they get the hang of it after a while and really start to enjoy it

Lapis asked Bismuth to make Peridot a special helmet that can be worn at all times because she was worried that Peridot would crack her gem with how much her clumsy ass constantly trips and falls on her face, but Peridot hates wearing it, especially if the other crystal gems are around, and compromises to only wear it in battle or training since it actually does provide adequate protection

Peridot wears boxer briefs and lame gamer boy graphic T-shirts, Lapis wears pajama bottoms and steals said lame gamer boy graphic T-shirts when Peridot isn't using them

Lapis swears like a sailor whereas Peridot is only legally allowed to say "CLOD!" And "DIRT BOMB!"

Every once in a while, they'll make each other Meep-Morp when the other is sad or had a bad day

When Peridot doesn't have access to metal so she can levitate, Lapis will carry her like a back pack or hug her close to her body like she's protecting a fine loaf of bread

Sometimes Lapis will leave little love notes on Peridot's tape recorder between log dates

After taking advice and lessons from Steven, Peridot becomes a master of healthy coping mechanisms and helps Lapis through her hard PTSD days

Peridot never lies or withholds information again after Lapis took the barn to the moon because she knows her lack of communication drove Lapis away and doesn't want to lose her a second time around

Garnet often invites Peridot and Lapis for double dates and will unfuse so Ruby and Peridot can geek out together over the reboot of Camp Pining Hearts: Wild West! while their blue gfs (wives) quietly and happily tune in

That's all I got for now! Let me know what y'all think and if I should continue this or make a similar post for the other gems :)

[midnight1nk]

So, the Silence of the Cats movie....

[spoilers below cut]

OMGOMGOMG IT'S TIME!

Y'know I have to put this on the big screen, full HD quality. I got my ramen and bingo cards, I'm SO ready!

3... 2... 1... happy new year oh wait LET'S GOOOO

[the following is my live reaction:]

frame one and I'm already hyped

OH OH are we starting off like we did in the trailer?

it's giving across the spider-verse vibes, ifykyk

OH GOD THAT'S EVEN WORSE. she got hit by a semitruck AND a car?! gurl are you ok?

and she's limping a bit. it was for a second but it counts!

the character of the hour....

*points at screen* THERE HE IS

I'm SO ready to punch his face right about now

ooh the animation tho okay Team

"That's probably not the biggest problem on their plate right now!" WPNZ, what did you do? where are the kids?

bc i swear i'll—

....OH HELL NAH I AIN'T TRUSTING THIS

WHY IS THE PIZZA BLUE?!

oh god did the Team see what I wrote?

YEAH YEAH kids, this is practically a hostage situation so PLEASE for your mom's (and my) sake you get outta here 😨

IKIK but kids, pleaseeeee

WPNZ, YOU ARE NOT PART OF THIS CONVERSATION WE'LL GET A CHANCE TO "TALK" (read: fight)

"Points for effort right?" oh you did NOT just say that to her AND to me. this isn't a "game", it's a family

ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME?! nopenopenope

kids, this is for your safety i promise

Zach omg, I know you're upset but geez

YOU *angry microwave noises*

THANK YOU KAREN, I was about say KICK HIS ASS

for a guy like WPNZ, Karen is pretty good handling him on her own. strong woman/cat, we love to see it

"Cmon! You know that "contract" jobs paid in DROVES-" AAAAA I'm gonna fall off my chair already

HITMAN INC. MENTION

seriously why is he here?!?!?! i wanna rip someone's head off

WHAT?! KATANA?! as in the sword?

OH that makes so much sense. WPNZ, Katana. Karen was a stray after all, she probably didn't give herself a name. or maybe Katana was just the codename given to her by the corporation and she used to refer to herself as that.

YEAH don't deadname her!

*head in hands* no one's letting her move on :(

"there it is, that glare." ew ew ew i HATE that. I'd rather have the fight.

i hope the kids aren't hearing this—

GODDAMMIT NOOO

yes kids, just give a moment to sort out this beef we have, ok?

don't. you. dare.

*slams desk* YOU MF

that's a VERY good question, Zach (please flashback storytime please)

YESSS

oh we're just going to sit on the floor, ok?

it was obvious that partners would grow attached to one other. A bond like this relies on blind trust, knowing that the other would do the job. And eventually, caring for each other's safety, for a job with high risks.

but ofc this turned out terrible for them and Karen did the right choice taking care of her kids without him, not getting her hopes up that he'll be back

And the team pulled off a spyxfamily moment 😌↕️

*angry microwave noises*

i LOATHE the kind of parents who think that financial support is all the kids need

literally him 10 minutes ago: "ahh ahh ahh, language. Wouldn't want the little ones hearing would we?"

oh, so when YOU say it, we're not supposed to judge?

fuckin hypocrite

ALL 👏 KIDS 👏 NEED 👏 SAFETY 👏

wait... was that supposed to be a frozen pizza? so all this "slaving away making dinner" was all for frozen pizza. well I was right about it being the case in my trailer analysis.

...I don't like how his face changed

NOPE *snap fingers* get tf out of here. this is part of a larger con, he's trying to make her feel guilty

huh, it looks like a day has passed (please tell me 4's recovering rn)

good on her getting security devices after what happened

SWAG! you're actually getting a scene and not just an appearance, yay 🎉

hey. hey swag. can you do something for me? could you uh arrest someone for me :) why? well he's a threat

WHY ARE YOU conveniently HERE?

ok WPNZ, you were stalking before but now you're just doing it to piss me off

not even government-level weapons could go against him ah fuck

"becoming weapons"? NOPE NOPE we're outta here

NO MEANS NO.

ew ew ew don't you ever say that, WPNZ

*points at screen* hey look, fnaf! (let's not think about the door, ok? ok)

aw katie 😭

this is going to come back somehow. i can feel it.

just Karen being a cool mom

"Kataanaaaaa :D" PISS. OFF. :)

that's right, let's not provoke him with whatever he's planning

it's not just an arcade game smh

*more angry microwave noises*

YEAH WPNZ what would you know about parenting? huh?

HHHHHH i hate that he makes a good point but I'm going to still keep reminding myself that he has bigger plans in mind

compromise is a big thing in parenting, especially when dealing with younger kids 😌↕️ (this is what KAREN did, not wpnz)

*ahem* uh you mean, HER kid

team istg PLEASE don't redeem him

this is a ploy this is a ploy

EXACTLY some things CAN'T BE FORGIVEN

YEP BYE

NOOOOOOO

ough her kids are her world.....

"AND NO WEAPONS" ah see, she said no WPNZ so bye creep :)

OH HELL NAH WPNZ, YOU DON'T GET TO PULL A SONIC ADVENTURE POSE. NOT ON MY WATCH.

those rocks are shaking, i don't trust that

WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

GO KAREN, SAVE YOUR KIDS

.... I'm sorry wha?

don't tell me that's bc.... *points at WPNZ* ....is it?

IT'S GENETIC?!

i...just. uh. how do i. i think we need to move on.

NONONONO YOU DON'T GET TO HUG THEM

he's winning them over, nooooo

it can't be like this. team please.

And he's teaching them how to become assassins, godammit

oh Karen, it's because they gained new "superpowers", ofc the kids would be happy about it. it's not on you.

"secret mission"?

THAT'S IT. THIS IS WHERE WE DRAW THE LINE. ABSOULTELY NOT. YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT AFTER YOU SAID "I understand that you don't want them to go killing" MF

WE CAN'T TRUST HIM WITH ANYTHING HE SAYS. KAREN, GET HIM

(oh, i didn't expect karen to say "absolutely not" like i did)

ROOTS?! ARE YOU KIDDIN ME

yep, he hasn't changed AT ALL. been telling you that this is just a con somehow

...oh no

....chat i'm this close to snapping.

first off, WPNZ didn't need to steal the "pick your poison" line from me

second, no, don't do this to me team

first with 4 and now. please don't.

I'M ACTUALLY CRYING, CHAT

like I know the movie's not going to end this way. it can't, right?

istg if this is how it ends, you're going to see me on the news

THE SHOWGROUNDS?! OH OH is it happening? what's going on?

4 MY BOYYYYYY 😭😭😭 i'm crying even more now

you're okayyy. i knew you would be but you're okay and that's what matters

AND YOU GOT BANDAGES? y'know what? I'LL TAKE IT

i'm not even mad bc you can justify it as, timeline-wise, it's been a few days after the events of "Enough is Enough" so 4 could've been recovering during that time

↑ yeah I'm going to make a fic about it

and it's SO in-character for him to be walking around while he's recovering

don't think about how the bandages are on (1) covering his logo particularly from his left side, (2) exactly on top of where his lobotomy scar would be, and (3) around his right hard in which was the first limb that broke free of the goo's corruption in IGBP. let's not :) <- I say, y'know like a liar

I'M OUTRIGHT SOBBING RN

4's talk was exactly what Karen needed. Ben lowkey was right, 4 really is the key, to help Karen

And it means so much more, considering how Luke became a content creator and it was Kevin who supported his passion, to be happy. it truly came from the soul of the whole channel, to the Hobo Bros.

this show, man......

AND y'know how I said that 4 to me is basically "that friend who gives a caring and supporting talk while getting a ride home from the airport" kinda vibe. now you see what I mean?

he would really do anything to not lose his friends, even from their own despair

(ok we have to keep going or else I'm going to start crying again)

YEAH KAREN, GO GET YOUR KIDS BACK

yep, WPNZ favors Katie out of her brothers oh no

oh kiddos, it's not a video game :(

WPNZ... they are LITERALLY KIDS. ofc they're going to joke around.

oop, we got some hesitation. please, I hope the kids turn against him

Again. they're kids.

BRUH WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

THEY'RE 👏 KIDSSSS 👏

arcade? this isn't a GAME. They don't wanna do this :((

aw no they're crying. stoooooopppp.

Karen I need you to come in right about now. Karen. KAREN.

LET'S GOOOOO, NEVER MESS WITH A MOM

ZACH'S CRYING? AW NOOOOO 😭😭😭

...WPNZ, I'm going to uno reverse what you said to them: how about you piss off?

HHHHHHHHHH i'm going to snap

yea no, it's not going to happen the same way like last time

i LOVE how different WPNZ and Karen talk to the kids here in taking whose side: WPNZ sees them more as one unit and what could they potentially do if they were stronger, smarter. To meet the standards of a legend. Keeping on referring to them as "weapons" and not kids. For Karen, she kneels down to their level, calls them individually by name, admits her wrongdoings (unlike WPNZ for what happened earlier), and whatever they will or will not be, she will still love them no matter what. They don't have to be legends, just be happy, it's all that matters to her.

and the kids chose their mom 😌↕️ THE POWER OF TRUE FAMILY

oh so you're that type of parent. Karen, get his ass.

I got a feeling who might've animated this fight scene

OMG DID HE JUST DECLAW HER?! 😨 now you gotta go (not die exactly but still)

OH YEAH? AND GUESS WHO THEY CHOSE THE SECOND TIME, WPNZ?

FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT! thanks zach

"A." well said, cory. such a beautiful speech right there 💙

it turns out the fight team-up was Karen with her kids all along! well, to be fair, we didn't know the kids's genes are them having weapons for limbs

GO GET HIS ASS THIS IS SO HYPE

"You screwed with the wrong family..." YES YOU DID

now we can curb-stomp him :)

Finally, an actual homemade pizza made by Karen

don't fight for food tho, kiddos

see? compromise 👍

oh. it's not over yet guys. hold on.

*looks at the magenta and cyan lights* .....heterochromia 4?

is the corporation going to come in? perhaps? maybe?

...wha?

NO STOP YOU BETTER NOT

THERE'S ONLY ONE PERSON I KNOW WHO WOULD SAY "DEAR"

NO WAY IT'S HIM AIN'T NO WAY

"A friend." OMG NO WAY I'M WRESTLING WITH MY DECK CHAIR RN STOPPPP

LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOO

THAT'S HOW YOU BRING HIM BACK AND END A MOVIE

WE ARE SO BACK oh this was fantastic

alright merch time!

KAREN PLUSHIE LOOK AT HER

Luke: "That ending, I wonder what that stinky SMG4 has in store" well, I have a couple theories—

LOOK AT THIS 💳💥 💳💥 💳💥

WHY AM I SO BROKE?

look at the katphish family, dude ueueue

*ahem at the Puzzles figurine*

……….eye of ra *explodes* (i mean, what else do you expect from me? NOT talk about goop!4? *points at blog bio* yea no, I will)

"the pencil case is probably for the younger viewers" DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? i NEED it............

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Now, you're probably wondering what I think of the movie, and the answer?

This has been one of the best movies I've ever seen. The writing, the voice acting, the animation. Spectacular all around, the Team really cooked on this one. I just. I have no words.

hey, shadow did say we were gonna get surprises, and oh boy we did.

Perhaps some things didn't happen in the movie/we didn't get to see and, honestly, screw it! It surprised us more than we could ever realize and I do hope the hype I brought to you guys made the movie worth watching bc it deserved the praise.

Karen and the kids learning what it means to be a true family. WPNZ, as much as I love to hate on his character and calling him yucky, he was incredibly well-written and I'm glad that the Team didn't give him a full-on redemption path. It feels realistic that he would try but ultimately his personality and desires was what crushed him at the end, if he didn't view the kids as potential weapons/assassins.

AND MY BOY 4 💙 I already said what needed to be said but golly he's such a sweetheart. how can you hate him? (no seriously how? I can never understand it.) personal hc: the Castle lights were set to "low" just to help 4 not get a headache, which conveniently set up the tone for the scene.

So. can we talk about that ending?! OMG MR. PUZZLES IS BACK!!! I can't believe it. Well, sort of. It's not that Mr Puzzles wouldn't be able to contact the outside world from solitary confinement. He absolutely can. See? I told you all he could. I just couldn't have ever imagined that he's starting to collect villains like pokémon. Likely making his own "Crew" to go against our SMG4 Crew. And y'know what it could mean? That's right: PUZZLEVISION+ and that also means, there's goop!4 theory potential 👀 especially with the lighting at the end there (ik the meme, ik but let me have my bliss for a sec).

Funny enough that Mr. Puzzles really said "You look lonely. I can fix that" to WPNZ. So..... hitshow, anyone?

Anyway, let's see what the Team has to say:

"You have no idea how long i've been waiting for this moment. Hope you'all enjoyed the movie the SMG4 team really did a amazing job!" — anaidon

"Glad ya'll liked the latest #SMG4 movie I got to be a part of with the animating styles. As for the ending though... [evil laughter]" — star

"MR PUZZLES YA VIENE CABRONES" [mr puzzle is coming, you bastards] — ben (YESSIR! and you were kinda right ben, 4 was the key all along)

"Hello SMG4 community, hope you all enjoy SMG4: Silence of the Cats Movie. I animated the sad/emotional scene which is kind of scenes I prepared myself to work on since I joined the team. I put so much effort into this scene [the first "pick ya Poison" scene of the kids choosing WPNZ over Karen], ensuring that I create the same emotional impact to you guys just like every other emotional scene in SMG4. I was nervous that I wasn't able to meet everyone's expectations, but seeing your reactions, All the doubts have wasted away. When animating the tension between Karen and Mr. WPNZ, I wanted to strongly emphasize the emotions from the amazing voice acting performed by Elsie Lovelock & Gianni Matragrano who were amazing. Also the crying texture that I used in the end of my scene was made by @/theartistisme43." — braden (you did an amazing job, dude, one of the scenes that made me first cry, bravo. and ay, Cantro got some credit for the textures!!!)

"The cat is figuratively out of the bag, I guess, haha. I animated the climax scene of SMG4: Silence of the Cats. For reals one of the trickiest things I've had to animate outside of the WOTFI raps, but damned if I'm not content with how it all came out. Of course, this was not a solo effort. Everyone else on the SMG4 team should be proud of themselves. Aaron, Braden, Anaidon, James, Paul, Star, ThatMadMoose. AND our newest additions, Clubbins and ShockHat. You two did amazing. Gotta also sing the praises of Gianni. Absolutely killed it as Mr. WPNZ, and was an honor to animate something with his voice. Here's to hearing him voice the armed boi more in the future. — shadow (I KNEW you worked on that badass final fight scene, haha. glad I was able to recognize your work! it was so satisfying to watch.)

Seriously, the Team has done an incredible job, and I always loved sharing their posts about their work to yall. They deserve the credit. And this is just the first arc of the year, my dear fellows. I can't wait to see what comes next, they do be scheming 😊↕️

and it's SO funny that few of the team are reblogging "you look lonely" fanart with Puzzles and WPNZ, or even the ship itself, in a crack ship kinda way. Peeps, you know what to do :)

Well, this is long enough already, so I'm going to cut things here. Again, this movie had me speechless for a whole 10 minutes. I'll also be posting my bingo cards later, which btw thank you to everyone who participated. It's been a blast! I'll see you all next time, and remember: numbers always go first!

...so anyway, heterochromia 4:

[iluvbuckets]

before you read and masterlist <3

'*•.¸♡ welcome to my blog ♡¸.•*'

❥ i currently am only writing paige bueckers x reader fics

❥ this is just for funsies, so i write when i can or want to in my free time and publish as soon as they're finished :) i still try to post as often as i can

❥ REQUESTS: i do take them. i try to work on them as soon as i get them, but i'd rather take my time to find the inspiration for it, no matter how long that takes, than rush and put out something sloppy :) if you sent me one and i haven't replied, there's a good chance it's started in my drafts!

❥ i will NOT write smut about minors, so anything with hopkins!p will contain no adult content :)

⚠️ DISCLAIMER! ⚠️ if one of my fics contains smut, it will more than likely be sub!paige. sometimes vers!paige, but those usually still include sub!paige themes. but the dynamic is ALWAYS included in the warnings (both for smut/non-smut) so please read them :)

COLOR KEY: includes smut – pink no smut, fluffy – blue – (does not include angst) no smut, angsty – red – (may include fluff as well)

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ MULTI-PART/SERIES ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

╰┈➤ WILD THOUGHTS paige had always just been your brother's best friend. your little brother's annoying best friend. on a typical summer trip to your family's cabin, you start to realize maybe Paige isn't so little and annoying anymore. wc: 9.3k

➥ PART 2: I WANNA KNOW PEACE AGAIN it's been almost a year since you last saw paige. you had been trying to deny the tension between you two, but when you find yourself at her wnba draft party, there's no denying that she is much, much more than your little brother's annoying friend. wc: 6.3k

➥ PART 3: coming soon!

╰┈➤ SCHOOL GLOBES you and paige had been best friends since you first moved to minnesota in 7th grade. you had never really considered yourselves to be anything more until one night when you're studying in her room, you find yourself leaning in. wc: 2.2k

➥ PART 2: HOW CAN WE GO BACK TO BEING FRIENDS? wc: 2.7k

➥ PART 3: WHEN I'M WITH YOU wc: 824

╰┈➤ CONCUSSION PROTOCOL you and paige are teammates on the dallas wings and she takes a hard hit to the head in the second quarter. wc: 2.1k

➥ PART 2: GAME TIME DECISION after the wings vs sky game where paige took a hard hit to the head from an opponent, she is placed under concussion protocol. you had a particularly intense reaction to the hit, and it does not go unnoticed by the women's basketball fans. now, there was already speculation that you two had a romantic relationship on social media, but this only added fuel to the fire. the overwhelming concern and worry for the possibility of her having a serious head injury has new, deeper feelings you had never considered before bringing themselves to the front of your mind, and you begin to wonder if maybe those comments were right all along. wc: 27k

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ONESHOTS ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

╰┈➤ UNTITLED you and paige are best friends. one night you come over to hang out, expecting paige to either be on her ipad or sat in front of her tv on the playstation. instead, you find her hiding in the bathroom, overthinking about hateful comments. you try to reassure her–if sticking a hand down her pants counts as reassurance. wc: 3.1k

╰┈➤ MY HAIR after her first two months of games where paige sported a slick back ponytail, she suddenly shows up to a game with two dutch braids leading back into a low bun. it was slightly different than her previous iconic game day hair, but everyone went crazy over it. wc: 1.1k

╰┈➤ SHE'S MINE paige is starting to crash out a little before one of her games, and you decide to help her relax. wc: 1.6k

╰┈➤ TAKE IT LIKE A TAKER you and paige are freaked tf out wc: 4.6k

╰┈➤ FLEX FOR ME paige had invited you to come with her to a late-night solo practice session and you agreed, expecting to finally be able to finish the book you were reading. however, you quickly find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from her biceps and neglecting the book altogether. you just hoped she didn't notice. wc: 4.3k

╰┈➤ CAN I TRY? paige tries your strap for the first time wc: 1.7k

╰┈➤ BUT I JUST CAN'T REFUSE (COMING SOON!) you were almost sure this was a form of purgatory. all you wanted was for paige to do something–anything–that proved that you weren't just an afterthought. you begged and begged and begged for her to love you the way she did in the beginning, to do more than the bare minimum, to stop making you feel like you were too much. but that was a year ago–when you were still together. now she's doing all those things like she never stopped and you're making promises you can't keep that keep her hanging on. you know you should've walked away a long time ago, but you just can't bring yourself to let her go.

[whatwooshkai]

THIS ONE TOO???? DUDE THESE ARE SO GOOD

I feel like Megs goes to another dimension everytime Oppy holds Megies hands...

Fic's name is

And the bringer of blessing is

@whatwooshkai

I still got a lot of meme ideas

OuO just need to sleep first hahahahaha

[whatwooshkai]

WHEN YOUR FRIEND COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD BUT HE COMES BACK AS AN ENTIRELY NEW GUY

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61786240

Elita-1 finally comes to Sparks.

[1/1]

[occamstfs]

Those Holi Days

It's a tad early but so is the Spring, Here's a Holi inspired racial TF ! -Occam

Robert is beyond nervous about going to the city’s Holi celebrations. His best friend Pranav begged him to come and have some fun but Robert absolutely hates sticking out which he is sure to do. Pranav swears there are always other white people there but Robert remains unconvinced as he looks through his closet getting ready. Shuffling through he sees dress shirt after dress shirt of a wardrobe meticulously designed not to stand out.

He sighs as he throws on a white t-shirt as recommended by his friend, best thing to wear for the chalk. He sighs thinking of how confident Pranav is as he ensures his shirt sits so no one can see his small gut underneath it. Feeling a pit start to grow in his stomach about going he rushes out the door before he convinces himself to stay in.

On the brief walk over he fights with himself in his head weighing pros and cons. He does not like how intimate it is sure to be, Robert does not like crowds or parties. He read up on Holi of course and this is sure to be quite a hectic event. He starts writing up paragraphs on his phone to chew Pranav out for getting him out of his comfort zone to go to something he’s so sure he will not enjoy.

As he approaches the park he hears some kind of Indian pop music blaring from speakers set at the center of festivities. He must have been quite absorbed in his phone as only now does he notice how thick the air has become from the colored chalk in the air. His heart freezes in his chest as he sees he has already arrived at the outskirts of the Holi block party.

As Robert looks out across the crowd however, he can’t hold back a smile seeing just how much fun just about everyone is having. Technicolor powders are flying through the air creating a storm of vivid blues and dazzling reds above the crowd. Dust begins to settle in Robert’s hair as he looks for Pranav at the event.

He doesn’t immediately find his friend, although to Pranav’s credit there are a not insignificant amount of other white guys present in the park, some of them even seemingly dressed in traditional kurtas. He even sees another one of his friends, John, out there seemingly having an absolute blast. John was always a quiet guy but is almost moshing in the middle of the colorful crowd. Robert almost starts to get his attention before second guessing himself, when did John start growing a beard? He was always the clean cut type but under the blue powder covering his cheeks there is some clear stubble. It almost looks darker than the hair on his head even which must from the powder staining it. 

Robert continues watching his friend have a blast smiling as the jubilee feels almost contagious before realizing, shit? Was he supposed to bring chalk for this? Pranav didn’t mention anything- As soon as his mind turns to Pranav however, orange powder is slammed on his head as if it were an Easter confetti egg and his vision is obscured. 

“Gotcha Robert!” Pranav shouts in a jaunty manner having successfully snuck up on his dear friend. He ruffles Robert’s hair shedding the powder down onto his clothes as he wipes the powder off his eyes as he switches into his prescription sunglasses. Pranav continues to shout over the music as Robert cleans himself off, “you’ve survived your first color attack friend! How are you liking the festivities so far?”

Finally able to see again Robert blushes as he is standing far closer than usual to Pranav to hear him over the crowd replies, “well I haven’t done much so far but it does seem like a lot of fun!”

Pranav smirks, hearing his friend inch closer to agreeing that he was right. He puts his arm around his friends shoulder and continues, “Ah! Sounds like a chance for me to say told ya so is approaching, my friend!” He starts to point around showing Robert all the stands and activities going on around the park though Robert subconsciously tunes him out as the din of the crowd rises in his ears.

He’s not anxious? Red chalk splatters the pair, Pranav laughs as Robert is suddenly feeling adrift in his own head, but not uncomfortable. It’s almost like he's sluggish which should be off putting at such a high energy event.  He should be incredibly anxious right now. But all he can focus on is the raucous revelry of the crowd ahead and Pranav’s arm resting on his back, even this intimacy should be causing him alarm.

The hair of Pranav’s arm brushes Robert’s neck and he stops just sort of moaning in response. Keeping quiet he continues to find his head increasingly groggy. Looking towards Pranav’s face as he sees his friend beam talking about pani puri as he wipes chalk from his beard. God, he’s just so hot, why can I not be more confident like him.

There’s a beat before Robert out loud says, “what the fuck,” catching Pranav off guard. “Oh sorry Rajert? Did you-”

“What did you call me?” Robert asks quickly.

Pausing, worried about his friend, “Robert? Your name?”

Now embarrassed as he was clearly ignoring the friend who invited him to take part in his own culture he quickly apologizes to Pranav and imploring him to continue. Which he does, “I was just saying, I told you that there would be other white dudes here dosti!”

Fighting off his fogginess to keep up Robert agrees, “Yeah you were right! I just saw my friend uh? My friend, uh, Janat?” He stares confused at the crowd scanning it to see his friend once more as Pranav glances down at Robert with a sly smile, eyebrows raised in questioning, “Janat is Bengali, Robert?” At this moment Robert finally sees him, no surprise he didn’t recognize his friend who in the few minutes since seeing him he has ripped off his shirt.

Janat who Robert would have sworn was a guy even more milquetoast than himself is now absolutely covered in chalk as it creates patterns down his now muscular back, sweat creating rivets of dye only seeming to increase the vascularity. Robert stares at a man he will never know as John again, as he creates a torrent of dust in the air, twirling t-shirt he must have ripped off above his head. The crew cut that once rose above his head has grown into a thick ponytail as a moustache pushes itself into existence. Robert cannot look away from his friend as he shows off his muscular body as powder continues to flow through the air. He tosses his shirt to the floor keeping his arm raised as he starts waterfalling some drink from his friend. Robert’s eyes trail down his veiny bicep to see his now-exposed pits. Knowing Janat constantly shaves to keep body looking tight, he watches as hair begins to poke out from under his pits.

Pranav, almost out of jealousy, speaks up to get Robert’s attention away from their friend, “Ah yeah Janat is a real party animal huh? But we don’t need to do all that eh dosti?” His beard, tanned skin, and of course red Holi powder hide his blush as he blocks Janat from view and starts rubbing Robert’s shoulder. Robert in turn looks back to Pranav and smiles. Before hearing his Pranav speak up once more “Woah Rajert! When did you start growing out your own little beard! It looks nice” Both men move their hands to feel Rajert’s face as he freezes up feeling stubble on his hitherto perpetually clean shaven face.

Rajert reaches for his phone to see his reflection but doesn’t even need to as he sees his new appearance in his lockscreen. Now a picture of him and Pranav, which is in and of itself odd, he sees the two of them standing at a pier looking like he always does. Save for the stubbled face that will now always greet him. But, that can't be right? He’s blonde? Or at least brown right? His eyes dart again to his face in the photo and sees not only does stubble now darken his cheeks but the hair rising above his head is similarly black.

Rajert reaches to his head, once more shaking powder out as he tries to rip a strand of his hopefully blonde hair free. Pranav shouts seeing this, “Woah yaar! What are you doing? Is everything alright!?” The two of them see a long strand of midnight black hair between Rajert’s fingers. Pranav suddenly worried that Rajert is entering a state all too familiar starts to try and lead him away from the crowd before he starts hyperventilating. “I’m so sorry Rajert! I was wrong, this is too much for you here, let's go get you some shade!” Pranav grabs his hand and starts dragging him out of the crowd.

Rajert knows the crowd isn’t the problem though. He was having a good time, but something happened? It was something about his hair right? He struggles to audit why he has suddenly frozen up as he is pulled through the crowd. There is a buzz in the air as the music and cries of joy continue to crescendo. Rajert feels a warmth in his chest, as well as in the hand now clasped by Pranav. He smiles as he is led and looks at the arm pulling him feeling safer by the moment.

Neither of the two notice as Rajert’s arm begins to look starkly similar to the one dragging him. The hand begins to grow in Pranav’s grasp as the thin blonde hairs dotting Rajert’s arm begin to grow thicker and darker. It begins to spread up his forearm, curling as they look and feel remarkably like the arm that brushed his neck oh so recently. Neither notices though, as Rajert remains firmly in his own mind. Stuck with the image of Janat dancing in the crowd, he seemed so free. His shirt above his head as he shows everyone around just how much of a man he is. Rajert’s eyes start to glaze as he thinks again about his pits, man. I wonder what he smells like?

“Chod!” Rajert shouts as he again feels his mind drift to such horny thoughts. Neither man noticing as Rajert has just defaulted to a Hindi swear. Pranav in his part is just concerned about his friend. Yes, just a friend. He leads Rajert to sit against a tree, hiding how much tanner his arms have gotten in this short trek as he checks in. “Yaar? Do you want me to go get something to drink?”

Rajert nods as he responds, his throat feeling dry, easily attributed to the significant amount of chalk inhaled. “I’m a little lightheaded Pranav.” Concern is immediately painted across Pranav’s face even thicker than the dye as he plans to run off to get his dear something to drink and eat, it must be a blood sugar thing right? “I’ll be right back Rajer!” He watches as Pranav quickly makes his way through the crowd in search of the cure for his condition as his mind begins to swim even deeper. 

Rajer watches floes of Holi powder stream above the crowd, trying to distract himself from how weird his clothes feel against his body now that he’s sitting down. He feels his sleeves pushing against his biceps as if he’s ever lifted something heavier than a textbook. He pulls at his shirt to relieve the tightness, catapulting more dust into the air. His eyes glaze over as he watches the colors dance in the air. Across the pavilion Pranav nervously watches Rajer, easily noticing that he seems to be filling out his clothes much better. He reprimands himself for thinking with his dick while his friend(?) is in such a state, though this is the Festival of Spring after all with all that implies.

Back at the tree Rajer feels a thought burst through the fog to the forefront of his mind which he immediately puts to words. “Ah, this reminds me of my first Holi.” But no, this is my first Holi right? He sifts through his memories to assure himself. What he finds inside is impossible. 

He remembers being a young boy traveling into Delhi for the festivities. He remembers seeing the colors dancing in the air as millions of hands toss dye in the air. As he does he feels his feet begin to grow in his powder covered shoes. 

He remembers moving to the states with his older brother in late December. Feeling totally apart from hsi culture until that magical day in the Spring. Finally having Pani Puri once more with his community as he did his best to keep the chalk off the dough, laughing with his brother. He kicks his shoes off while he still can as he sees his larger feet start to rip apart his chalk-stained socks. 

“Offo!” He shouts as he strains to pull off his socks, revealing tanned feet covered in thick black hair, his soles already wider than the shoes he removed in the nick of time. Well it is certainly not his first time being barefoot at Holi! He laughs remembering how crazy he has been in the past! In fact, he was barefoot at the big Holi festival in college, the one where. The one where he met his yaar, Pranav?

At this Pranav returns and upon seeing Rajer now barefoot he forgets the dire state that he was left in. Instead Pranav eyes his thicker thighs straining the jeans. His calves seem to be sticking out farther than they should, Pranav wonders why his yaar has put on clothes so tight on a festival day before suddenly finding the most strained part of Rajer’s clothing, his crotch. It’s almost like he’s stuffed something in his pants. Pranav quickly changes the subject to avoid creating a similar bulge for all to see, “have you been working on your tan Rajer?”

Rajer smirks before answering, “Well only one way to see!” As he struggles to get his larger body out of the small shirt he put on this morning. Unable to even raise his arms without tearing he instead opts to rip the shirt off in its entirety. As soon as his sweaty skin meets the air it shows the same dark brown tint that Pranav sees when he looks in the mirror. Pranav stares at Rajer’s tight muscular torso as he flexes to show off. He doesn’t notice as Rajer’s eyes quickly darken from the light blue eyes once magnified by his glasses, to a brown dark enough that they may as well be black. “See! Same as I’ve always been Pran!”

Pranav reaches down to help Rajer to his feet, finding him far heavier than when he was dragged by Pranav to this spot earlier. With a heave he gets Rajer up, only to find he is now looking up at him. Suddenly Pranav finds himself adrift in his own mind, the sight of the man before him immediately causing his cock to pulse in his pants sa he tries to reconcile what has happened. Seeing the confusion Rajer asks, “haan Pran? Everything alright?” Pranav hears a thick accent that he would have sworn Rajer didn’t have this morning. “Rajer, you are feeling better now?”

Rajer stops his flexing as he takes this in and answers in perfect Hindi, “did you call me Rajer? ‘S a weird pet name for Rajesh yaar.” Rajesh reaches to wipe chalk off the face of a man he can only describe as his love as he notices the growing bulges in both their pants and smirks, asking in Hindi. “Ah! Do you want to find our own way to celebrate the spring Pran?”

In a reversal of this morning Rajesh puts his arm across PRanav’s shoulders and puts some of his weight on, which Pranav now struggles to carry. This knocks him out of his stupor, “Chod Raj you are so heavy!” Rajesh smirks and moves behind Pranav, pressing his bulge into his lover’s back as he whispers into his ear in Hindi, “why don’t we head back to our place eh? Maybe we could have Janat over?”

Pranav blushes at the idea and pushes Raj back as he eyes him hungrily. “Well we should certainly get out of here before your cock bursts your zipper off.” The two begin to head off back towards their now shared apartment, their pace increasing as the excitement in the air continues to get them going.

Pranav looks up at Rajesh’s chalk covered smile, “Glad you came after all eh yaar?” As they enter their apartment careful not to get chalk over everything they own they finish the little disrobing they have left to do as Rajesh replies in his true mother tongue, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.” As they forcefully begin smear chalk between their bodies, creating new colors as they celebrate Holi in a far more primal way than dancing in colored powder. 

They feel each other as if it were the first time they had fucked, not knowing it truly is. Rajesh feels his body continue to grow as he pushes Pranav into their bed. Pranav runs his hands across Rajesh’s powerful thighs as his hands are increasingly impeded by ever thickening hair as he prepares for another round of celebrating new beginnings.

[madnesshyperfixation]

General Chance Headcanons 

I am BACK! And I have more angst and headcanons to share with you all! 

Chance’s left arm and hand has become numb to pain after so many flintlock shots backfiring on him. 

Gamble in style with shiny black nail polish with slot icons 

I see a lot of posts exploring/talking about his adrenalin addiction, so may I raise to you the idea that he may like roller-coaster because hell if those things are adrenalin spikers. 

Spade always got the upmost care; you bet this guy spent a small fortune on that spoiled bunny and said bunny knows it. 

Anything Chance wears will slowly lose its hue until it’s purely monochrome colors, unless it’s enchanted or immune to whatever causes it to happen. (Ex. Limited's, Wizard Robes.)  Chance has no idea why it occurs, but it’s a familial trait. (Ex. one of his parents wears something blue but it turns red after a while.) 

Complicated relationship with Mafioso, like, really complicated, one moment you can see them being friendly and a second later they’re at each other's throats, the best way to explain it is “If the circumstances were different maybe we could have become friends.” 

Really good at cooking, as much as he hates his parent's helicopter parenting, they did a really good job teaching him how to cook. 

Has cheated while gambling before but has since stopped. He now understands why people do it but doesn’t see it as an excuse. 

Has a bunch of headphones of all colors and styles, including duplicates of the ones he often wears but with different letters on them. 

I don’t think enough people talk about how wearing headphones, with or without noise canceling or music playing, still muffle the sound around you, so kindly consider that Chance on multiple occasions has had to be yelled at to get his attention due to those headphones. 

Yes this does indeed cause problems in rounds, mf has accidentally run into the killers too many times to count. 

No he’s not going to take them off, he’s worn them so much at this point the headphones are sensory comforting and taking them off would stress him tf out. 

Being born into wealth, he’s a bit out of touch with what is considered cheap to the populous. (Ex. Thinking a 500$ purchase is cheap) 

The adjustment for him after being Forsakened was rough, he’s used to the comforts of high society, not raggedy cabins that look one good kick away from falling to pieces. 

He knew what iTrapped is doing, what? You think somebody raised in wealth and with helicopter parents wouldn’t teach him to read small cues and facial expressions? He just doesn’t want to give up actually being able to hang out with someone, it’s so lonely... 

He did try to see if he could make iTrapped a real friend, but nothing has changed before being Forsaken.

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