#they have a piss poor way of doing other stuff in their community and a tradition of handling emotional things horribly and not the best

[wolfwarrior142]

Since the melody has been bouncing around in my head since Saturday and I can't stop humming it, and since it's a very sweet and meaningful scene, I transcribed the song Rayla sang to Esmeray.

Though the sky is dark tonight, I still shine for you, my dear. The moon is more than just her light, I am near, my love is here. Though you feel so much alone, Oh, my darling, do not fear. Hold to what you've always known, I am near, my love is here. Though my face cannot be seen, The answer in your heart is clear. I am the moon, the silver queen. I am near, my love is here.

Such a sweet song and beautiful scene. So glad they wrote it that way.

[meeludrawz]

Shigaraki dating & other hcs

🐀 Says "Damn it" a little bit too much 🐀 "Fuck off" to people who annoys him (aka Toga, Twice & sometimes Dabi) 🐀 Very silent, only speaks up when he disagrees, complains or when someone's talking to him 🐀 When he doesn't like something, no matter how small or irrelevant that thing is, he wants to dust it, because it "Pisses him off" 🐀 Sarcastic most of the time and when pissed (for real this time), he quickly jumps to threats or insults 🐀 DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK, only microwave stuff 🐀 Picky eater, but not overly picky 🐀 HATES it when you're upset, mostly when you're on the verge of tears, he just wants you to be happy and it breaks his heart seeing you cry. But of course, he'll never admit that so he'll say that it annoys or pisses him. 🐀 Very VERY observant, he'll notice right away if you have new clothes, a new shampoo, if you had a bad night or if something troubles you 🐀 Has a very good memory, he easily remembers important dates, the small habits that you have or where you last put your keys 🐀 Talking about good memory and being observing, he learns very fast. You're teaching him how to drive? He already knows the basic of course (GTA) but also by looking at you driving 🐀 He could also learn how to cook if he observed you but he just loves when you do it <3 🐀 Shigaraki analyzes very quickly, he's an overthinker, which benefits him for his job. Not so much on relationships, so at the beginning he might have insecurities towards you. So you two need to ✨ communicate ✨ 🐀 After that, once he knows for sure that you love him, his overthinking will be sent towards what gift you want for christmas or something 🐀 He loves roadtrips with you, he would stick his arms or head out of the window, not dramatically, he's not stupid, it's dangerous, but just a bit, because he loves the feeling of freedom 🐀 He also loves watching the landscapes passing by, it feels refreshing as he almost never goes out of town due to his "job"

🐀He loves hearing you sing. He loves your voice, no matter what it sounds like because he sees how happy you are, judging by your dancing and the sparks in your eyes, and he thinks that's perfect 🐀Now let's talk about kisses, at first he was unsure about them because of his very dried lips, thinking you might find that disgusting 🐀 But oh, the first kiss you two shared, he was melting and his brain was throwing fireworks. Now, he won't stop giving you kisses here and there when he wants to <3 🐀PDA? Hell nah, don't get me wrong, HE'D LOVE TO! But his #1 Villain in Japan status would get dragged in the mud OR you'd end up in jail. (Which would result in him destroying the whole city to get you out of there) 🐀 Even with the LOV around, he doesn't touch you or else they'll start annoying him and he'll throw hands, literally 🐀 Buuuuuuuuuuuut, as soon as you're alone with him, GOD HE CRAVES IT. Hugs from behind, cuddles on the bed… Then you walk past him when he's on the couch? Nope, not anymore, he grabbed you and now you're stuck on his lap <3 🐀Once he starts cuddling, it's very HARD to get rid of him, poor baby just wants affection 🐀 Unless you really need space then he'll leave you alone and threaten anyone that gets too close (While he sits against the door of your bedroom, waiting patiently for you to feel better) 🐀Very flexible with his fingers, he practiced A LOT to control his quirk without any protection. And what was his best way for that? Guitars, pianos and harps! Yes, he knows how to play all three of those. Though, he'll never play harp anymore because he thinks that's not cool. But piano and guitar? Maybe he'd play some for you ;) 🐀 Talking about flexible fingers! That made him very fast on a keyboard and with a console controller, which made him the best player of the LOV 🐀He never had gloves until he met you. He was so often confused by his feelings that he'd get pissed and accidentally dust something

🐀Hell, when he realized that he had feelings for you, he really, really, REALLY didn't want to accidentally dust you. So…. GLOVES :D 🐀Why didn't he invest in gloves earlier?! Nah, really, WHY?! Now that he has gloves, he dust less and less often his shirts when putting them on, which is great! 🐀He only played a few games when you met him. Now, because of your suggestions, he plays all sorts of games! 🐀Talking about games, he has all consoles you'd need. Xbox, PS, Switch and PC. So if you ever had one console in your entire life and wanted to test a game on another platform, well now you can because of your precious dusty boyfriend :P <3 🐀You thought he was a cat person at first and he is, but he's a tiny bit more dog 🐀And jellyfish, he loves jellyfishes 🐀For the last HC 🐀You always thought he didn't take care of his hair, that it looked messy and gross to the touch 🐀To your surprise, when you first headpat him, it was very soft and fluffy. It just seems to not obey to any type of brushes

[gay-dorito-dust]

could you do asexual reader x Jason Todd headcanons?

I know this hdc won’t resonate for most in the ace community, cuz it’s a spectrum, but I hopes it at least resonates with some, even if it’s one person. That’s more enough for me. (Also sorry for the shit writing as usual)

Jason doesn’t mind that you’re asexual. You were still you at the end of the day, so he doesn’t understand why some people tend to make a big deal out of it.

It’s not like you being asexual was hurting anyone but he guessed that some people just harbour vast amounts of hate for things they don’t/refuse to understand bc they’ve been conditioned into thinking that it’s a bad thing.

Others are just cunts that Jason gladly beats the piss out of in your honour. (Acephobes plz die disrespectfully thanks)

He will not tolerate any sort of disrespect towards you and needless to say having a six foot something man who’s built like an absolute tank is enough to silence those types of people rather quickly.

He’s more then willing to do this for anyone that you knew who was ace, aro, or was in the LGBTQIA community in general, that he becomes a someone that a lot of them could come to when in need of help, or was just in need of a safe space.

He’s unbothered by it because as long as he’s helping someone in need, he’s more than willing to offer his shoulder for them to cry on.

(I just like the idea of Jason being a protector of LGBTQIA youths.)

After all he once took joy in beating the absolute piss out of a biphobe for Tim. Sure he may not have a great relationship with his siblings, but he’s not one to ignore when they’re being treated like shit for being who they were.

He respects your boundaries and will always ask whether or not it was okay for him to kiss you, to which you’d always have to tell him that it was more then okay for him to kiss you.

He understands that asexuality was a spectrum and would ask which part of the spectrum you were apart of, and acts in accordance to make sure that you’re more than comfortable in your relationship.

He’s always finding ways to constantly learn about asexuality and more. He’s even got a whole bookshelf dedicated to LGBTQIA history because he wants to better himself and do right by you and other people who look up to him to protect them. He takes that shit seriously.

He just loves you very much and wants you to feel as though you could tell him anything that’s bothering you and he’ll gladly bring you its head if you’d like just to prove it.

If you are okay with kisses and the like, be prepared to be swarmed by it at every possible opportunity with this teddy bear, for he will smother your face in kisses as he holds you against him, smiling upon hearing you laugh and poor attempts in pushing him away. It’s a highlight of his day because when you’re happy, he’s happy.

You don’t like sex? That’s okay! He’ll make you have Junk food dates with him where you stuff your faces either pizza with stuffed crust (you can eat it in reverse) and garlic bread and watch shitty movies as you cuddle on the couch.

You: you don’t think I’m broken?

Jason; no. Why, who’s told you that you were broken because it’s a bunch of bullshit. You’re the most important person in my life and I’d do just about anything for you, no matter how big or small it may seem because at the end of the day I want to see you happy. So listen to me sweetheart and listen good, you are not broken. You are perfection incarnate in my eyes, you are everything I could’ve hoped to have by my side for you’ve never judged me, so I don’t see why I should judge you for being your truest self. Thats a bit hypocritical don’t you think?

Jason: So don’t ever think you’re broken when you’re far from it, you are whole and you are more than enough. I don’t care if we have sex on occasion or not at all, your happiness is all I care about. I want you to be happy for the rest of our lives together because now I’ve got you I’m not letting you go. Ever. I couldn’t care less about anything else but when it concerns you, I’d move mountains to make things better for you. I love you chipmunk, please don’t ever feel like you’re broken when you’re so much more than that, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it.

[velvetvexations]

I have the forcefem meme blog blocked but someone I follow put a post of her's on my dash and she's just straight up saying "this isn't a kink blog, the way I do forcefem isn't kinky" and I swear my brain stopped working entirely for a second. I don't think there's anything wrong with kinks changing with a subculture or community or becoming memes but like. Come on. Forcefem is a kink, that's what it is. I try not to get too worked up about this blog because it's not good for me and my judgement does get clouded by the dysphoria it triggers but like, it really does genuinely worry me the way the meme-ification of forcefem has completely divorced the kink element from what is still very fucking clearly a kink. This whole "I'm not doing it in a kink way" is not a get out of kink free card, and it's a piss poor excuse for going around and flooding this website with kink stuff that now essentially cannot be avoided in trans spaces. No other kink that has like, a potentially sfw angle has a community that acts like this about it, people who do like bootblacking performances where no explicitly sexual acts take place still make it clear this is a kink thing so people can avoid it if they want, and there are huge arguments in furry communities over if you can even do "sfw" vore because vore is a kink even when no traditional sex acts are being depicted. Every other kink community gets that even when no one is fucking, a kink is still a kink and should be treated as such for the safety of everyone, why should THIS be the exception??

Ugh anyway sorry didn't want this to turn into a rant, I really don't think there's anything wrong with doing a fun sfw kind of forcefem with people who consent but like, as a kinky person who cares a lot about kink and BDSM history and communities the blatant refusal to consider forcefem a kink AT ALL is concerning. You cannot un-kink-ify it, this is a kink goddamn it and when you stop treating it as such you open up a LOT of unsafe grey areas on top of making it borderline impossible for people who are squicked out by it to avoid it because no one is going to tag for something they think is a harmless, gender-affirming, tgirl approved meme.

Idk tho maybe I'm letting my own dysphoria get in the way, feel free to check me if that's the case I will take the L with grace, but I just feel like this "It's not a kink when I do it" thing is...in poor taste, at the very least. I don't think it's intentionally malicious either I just don't like it when we stop recognizing that a kink is a kink.

I advocate tirelessly for being able to live BDSM relationships in public to the extent that "normal" relationships are allowed, but what I do not do is say I should get to snap a collar around a random girl's neck and drag her off because it's just a lifestyle. Like fuck off with "it's not a kink," IT IS, and it is NON-CON.

My biggest fan can't shut up about me supposedly calling trans women groomers because I think it's bad for trans men to say they want to cure trans women's "comphet," but you know what's also sexually coercive? Shoving your non-con fetish at people, many of whom are going to have reasons to be outright triggered by it, and then call it fine because it's so totally non-sexual.

SATIRE BEGIN

Well, okay, fine, start making indiscriminate forcemasc jokes at women. It's not a kink! There's nothing wrong with being a trans man! How could they possibly complain?

SATIRE END

That's a rhetorical question too, the answer is that they'd be massive hypocrites about it and say some dumbass shit like "transmascs just invented forcemasc to gentrify our fet I MEAN NOT A FETISH" or "trans men shouldn't care about being forcefemmed because there's nothing wrong with it but being a man is Bad."

[onyourowndaisymae]

obey me dateables (+ luke) playing minecraft with you

this came to me last night like a prophecy from the god of silly geese

prompt: you've somehow convinced these guys to play minecraft, a human world game, one night, just the two of you. but how exactly does that experience go?

[brothers version]

{established relationship, obey me x reader (minus luke, who is platonic ofc)}

Diavolo

oh you-- oh you thought the future king of the devildom was going to be a fearsome warrior slashing down hordes of monsters coming to attack the two of you? or a masterful builder constructing a wonderous homestead for you two to retreat to at night?

nah, this man is a certified flower picker.

diavolo basically uses this as an excuse to play domestic family simulator with you. he's at his happiest when he's picking flowers and planting them around your shared house (you've got to share a house with this man or he'll give you the most pitiful expression) or decorating to any other extent, like carpets or paintings or lights. he just loves making your little home together!

he's also just as willing to do anything you request of him. you need him to mine for cobblestone? he's your guy! need someone to fish for you? right away, mc! you have to show him exactly how to complete said task, but once you do, he's happy to help.

definitely puts your beds together and gives you a dumb, happy grin. the characters are as close as the two of you now! speaking of which, do you have any plans? will you spend the night at the castle? he can push back his morning meeting tomorrow if you promise you'll stay.

he's just so happy to spend time with you. your shared little cottage and virtual world are just another artifact of your relationship. maybe some day the two of you can have a domestic setup like this in real life, too.

Barbatos

this man is good at everything he does. obviously, he's going to pick up the controls and mechanics surprisingly fast. you'd think he'd made the game himself with the ease he gets around.

your shared house is beautiful. he actually originally made two separate houses, one for each of you. but when you looked confused and told him you assumed you'd live together, he immediately gets to work on a bigger, prettier house for you to share. the only thing that gives him away is that pleased little twitch of the corner of his mouth as he resists a smile.

with as good as he is at the game, barbatos isn't super keen on what is actually "good" and what is just normal game stuff. he finds diamonds within 15 minutes of his first trip into a cave and, when you applaud his efforts, he turns to you and very plainly asks "is that... good?"

everything he finds goes in a communal chest at your shared home. you tell him he doesn't have to do that, but he insists-- it's in his nature. he doesn't tell you that every little comment you make when you spot new, valuable resources in the chest makes his chest warm. always happy to serve, this one.

monster killing machine. nothing will hurt you in this game. they can't even get close enough-- barbatos is always there, at your tail, protecting you from stray arrows or sneaky creepers trying to get you.

Simeon

oh, you're taking on the challenge of trying to teach him how to play a video game? good luck. kiss your sanity goodbye now.

he is terrible with the controls. simeon fares a little better with a controller because it's made for gaming only. god help you both if you're on a computer. wasd? never heard of her.

despite his piss poor technology skills, he's surprisingly pleased with the way this is all going. he feels a little bad that you have to babysit him in-game but appreciates your attention nonetheless. any mistake is met with a sweet laugh-- what a good sport.

he finds your patience endearing, and vows internally to get better at this game so that you'll want to play it more often. he's already plotting to rope solomon and luke into helping him improve.

and just like any good softie, he's terrible at in-game combat. he dies so many times. he doesn't really understand what's happening when he starts getting attacked. most of the time, the creature will hit him from behind, so he literally thinks he's dying for no reason. you have to explain to him that he's gotta-- simeon just turn around, you're-- dead. he's dead already.

his strengths in lie much more simple pursuits. give this man a farm to tend and he'll be perfectly content being a cute little malewife house husband. he secretly gathers the ingredients for a cake and surprises you with one after you return home from collecting wood to expand your house. he's beaming next to you in real life; who wouldn't kiss all over that cute face of his?

Solomon

speaking of old ass men-- this man is a menace in your minecraft world.

he gets the controls pretty quickly. pros: you don't have to spend much time teaching him how to play. cons: he is confident enough in his survival abilities to just... disappear. what's that mc? you wanted to build a house together? too late. he's fighting against three endermen deep in a mine an entire biome away.

you're going to have to do a lot of the communal work yourself. build the house, gather resources, find a reliable source of food and materials-- solomon will stroll right in and steal them from your chest. if he's feeling generous, he'll leave behind the rare resources he got his hands on during his journeys. which is nice, of course, but he still stole three whole stacks of wood planks like a jackass and took off before you noticed.

you end up making it to the nether together. he says he'll protect you, and for the most part that is true. however, sometimes he's preoccupied and you get attacked while he's not looking. if you die, he'll laugh at you (yet still save your stuff and give it back when you return). if you survive, then it's onwards into the depths of hell!

when he gets bored, he starts terrorizing you. this is as basic as moving things around the house to as obnoxious as blocking you in with dirt or wood and covering you up as you try to escape. he thinks this is hilarious, by the way. but he knows you, and his antics cease before you actually get pissed off.

Luke

luke tries very, very hard to be good at this game. he gets a A for effort... and a C- for skill.

somehow, someway, he falls into every. hole. imaginable. you'd almost think they're spawning in front of him with how frequently this happens. you're playing rescue now... and again... and again... and he did it once again. he also gets lost very easily, so it's best to keep him with you at all times.

you guys decide to share a little house together and it's very cute. you've got your own separate rooms, then a kitchen and living room to share. he is very insistent that it has to look like a real house, with a real kitchen and everything. humor him and help him out-- he'll reward you by always making sure you have food.

every activity in this game is now a group activity. safety in numbers, he says, in the middle of the day with no monsters in sight. it doesn't really matter anyways. he'll follow you wherever you go. he'll even enter that super scary cave you're in so he doesn't have to face the monsters alone.

luke is very scared of being attacked by any mob in the game. he's specifically built his room on the second floor of your house so they can't get him. if he is somehow face to face with a monster, then he's yelling, incoherent as all hell, panic-building a dirt protection chamber around himself (he won't actually kill them because he feels too bad). if you're within reach, then he'll cover you too. if not, good luck with that monster! he will root for you, obviously, but you're delusional if you think he's going out there to help you.

[the-phantoms-kiss]

I am sorry Pt. 1

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John Wick X Fem!Reader 𓍯𓂃 Angst • -1k Words

Maybe he was right all along…perhaps people like us don’t deserve to feel love, and yet, here I sit on the floor in the hallway to a house he rarely resides in, weeping as I pick up the last of my belongings. Maybe he was right… I’m the problem. It has to be me, I must be the problem, otherwise he wouldn’t be afraid of loving me. That’s got to be wrong though, that would insinuate that he loved me at all which isn’t true. I could never be loved.

“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, just take your stuff and leave.” His voice was muffled from the other side of the door I was sitting across from. “John, please-“ god I sound so pathetic, it’s no wonder he hates me. Silence, my pleas were met with silence, but not the kind we were used to, sorry, the kind I was used to. It was no longer silence where words weren’t enough to communicate, it was the kind where words would only take up more space within the heavy tension. Maybe he simply didn’t hear me. My John would never leave my pleas unheard. ‘My John’ what a foolish concept, he was never mine.

“Why? Why John? WHY?! Why? Just tell me why John. Tell me and I’ll leave you alone. I just need to understand why. Please.” I must be incomprehensible with all the sniffling and babbling. Bang. The door opens and slams against the wall. There he was, aggravated, wearing his usual suit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this upset. Man, I must have ticked him off. “I’m sorry.” The whisper breaks, barely leaving my lips. “This. It’s when you do this shit that really pisses me off. When you go and say sorry for every little thing as if it’ll get you some sort of pity points.” Borderline screaming, standing tall on the frame of the door. “I’m sorry.-“ “There you go again.” “I am NOT done speaking. I am sorry that my poor ol’ pitiful me bothers you so much. I am sorry that I’m not as independent as you’d like me to be. I deeply apologize for stupidly thinking that being together for 5 years meant that I’d get to hug my boyfriend once he got home, I am so sorry for assuming that you’d like to have a nice warm homecooked dinner by the time you got home. Shit, I’ll even apologize for loving you even though you told me that killers like us could never feel love. I’ll apologize for every last thing I can because it’s the only thing I’m good at doing. Ain’t that right Jardani?” “Yeah, you’re right. Now take your stuff and get out of my house.”

I stand, push him out of the way, and enter to grab my last belonging. The room was in disarray, with clothes all over the floor, drawers half open, and the dresser which still had my dresses surrounding it. Atop his nightstand was within a frame, a Polaroid he had taken of me on our first official date. Back when we were both working as assassins, before the crash.

I miss those days. I miss when I didn’t think that every bad thing that happened was because of my own fault. I miss the days when I thought I had it all under control. I miss when John would draw me a bath and rub soothing circles on my back after a long day. I miss when I felt loved.

“You never loved me, did you? You don’t need to answer that. I already know the answer. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you. I hope you find someone you’ll love. Goodbye, John. Goodbye. ” Up until now, he’d had his back turned against me since I walked past him, and now he watched in fear as I walked past him again he grabbed my wrist, the one with the frame. “Not this. It belongs to me.” I resisted but his grasp only became stronger, not enough to be tight, but enough to stop me.

“Stop, you’re losing me.” And to that, he let go, scared that he’d hurt me as if I was another assignment. “I’m sorry… just please… It’s mine…” “No. It isn’t. She isn’t. Not anymore. I’m taking my belongings like you told me.” “NO!” His voice cracked midway through, and his breathing was now shaky and erratic. But despite his job, his mood, and his strength, he didn’t have it in himself to stop me from walking out the front door. He probably did. He simply didn’t want to. He didn’t want to or else he would have chased after me instead of falling against the closed door, slumped with his hands on his knees like a little kid who’s hearing their mom drive away.

But it’s for the best. I’m simply wasting his time, loving him, knowing that he’ll never love me.

Where will I go now? Where will I go now that no one has waited for me, now that I’ve been left behind by the only person I gave my all to. Let’s be honest, I never had much to offer, I’m surely not the only female assassin. I’m just a waste of time…

Part 2

[madhatterbri]

Tag Team | D.P. Part 3

Summary: Thank u for pt2!!! Can we please see part 3?: Liv surprises the reader with an opportunity to go after the women’s tag titles with Raquel. Reader hesitates to tag with Liv’s new/old bestie Raquel but agrees if it helps her get back to TJD's good graces (& distracts her from Priest). There’s miscommunication & they lose. Reader & Raquel begin yelling at each other with Liv trying to calm things down. All of a sudden Liv hits the reader revealing that the reader had failed her final test. Damian goes to check on the reader but she’s too upset to talk to him & blames him.

Requested by: Anon

Damian Priest Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @terrortwinunicorn @brideofinfamy @miss-kuki-nz @hotwheels1108 @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @missbmc94 @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings

"A chance at gold? Really?" Y/N asked with a huge smile on her face. She couldn't believe Liv had agreed to such a big opportunity for her with everything going on with Damian Priest. A chance at taking the gold from Rhea would really push her to the top.

"Raquel has agreed to be your tag partner," Liv told her with a small giggle. The short blonde wrestler turned to look at her much taller bestie. Nothing but pride shined in her eyes.

"Raquel? She asked curiously. "Tag partner?"

Raquel smiled at her warmly and waved. Y/N swallowed any insult that she was about to throw her way. "I am looking forward to our match, Y/N."

"I don't know about this..."

"See, I told you, Liv, she will probably be too busy with Damian's tongue down her throat."

Liv turned to look at Y/N. She stepped up and looked at her. "You are going to go out there and win with Raquel. All this silliness with Damian will be in the past, right? I don't know what you are talking about, Raquel. She can barely contain her excitement about teaming with you against Bianca Belair and Naomi."

"I am looking forward to it." Y/N lied.

The poor girl knew she didn't have much choice. The Judgment Day was currently pissed at her for her "relationship" with Damian Priest. They currently didn't have any championships in their club. JD was out for God knows how long. A win for Judgement Day would make everything better.

The match was going well for Raquel and Y/N. It felt comfortable for her like the two of them were made to be tag team partners. Things were finally looking up for Y/N until the last minute.

Setting up to kick Bianca Belair as her final move, she missed and kicked Raquel in the head. Raquel immediately bent over in pain. Naomi grabbed Y/N and dragged her out of the ring. The two women started to fight outside of the ring.

With Y/N distracted, Bianca performed a K.O.D. on Raquel. By the time Y/N slid in the ring, the match was over. She couldn't believe she cost her team the gold.

"Are you stupid or something?" Raquel shouted. The tall woman loomed over Y/N in the middle of the ring.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. Bianca moved and I couldn't stop my kick."

"I don't even know why you are in Judgment Day. Judgment Day is a group for winners and not a community service group to help losers," Raquel snapped.

Y/N suddenly got in her face. The two women were going back and forth. Liv suddenly appeared between them to separate them. She was talking to Raquel first, as expected. Suddenly, she turned and slapped Y/N across the face.

The crowd gasped and booed as Y/N stumbled backward. Y/N grabbed her stinging cheek and grimaced. Liv stomped over to grab a microphone.

"You are out, Y/N, you are out of Judgment Day. This was your last chance and you blew it. Get your stuff and get the hell out of our locker room!" Liv shouted in the microphone.

"Finally!" Raquel shouted behind her.

Y/N's mouth dropped open in shock. When the two women charged towards her, she rolled out of the ring. The crowd booed the two women. As she walked up the ramp, some of the crowd told her to run to Damian. Tears begged to fall as she made her way to the lockerroom.

Some talent gave her sympathetic looks. They didn't like Judgment Day, but they felt that she didn't belong. It wasn't a mean thing to say, just that she wasn't a jerk like the rest of them.

The Judgment Day lockerroom was empty. Y/N grabbed all of her stuff and headed to the door. She looked around one last time before exiting the locker room one last time. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she closed the door behind her.

"Hey," Damian greeted. He was standing in front of her. The Archer of Infamy looked concerned for her wellbeing. "You okay?"

"Like you care," she scoffed. "What are you doing here? Do you want to see the end result of what you did? You ruined my life!"

"Okay, I get that you are upset, but don't put this blame on me. People have been telling you for months that you are better than that group," Damian spoke. She could tell by his tone he wasn't up to playing her little games.

"You are the one to blame. You wouldn't just leave me alone. This kiss meant nothing, Damian. You and I are never going to he anything, just stay away from me!"

Y/N pushed past him and walked towards her car. He watched her leave.

[steddiehasmywholeheart]

Happily Ever After

(TW/CW for typical sexist thinking)

When Beauty and the Beast comes out in 1991, despite the fact that El is almost 20, she decides she wants to go and see it with her and her family. She adored The Little Mermaid, and after the Family Video days, going to the movies is still something her and the party like to do together. And Steve loves it, because he gets to watch cheesy romance storylines without taking shit for it.

But at the tender age of 24, not in a long-term relationship, and still haunted by his days in school, Beauty and the Beast hits Steve a little close to home. He sees himself in the Beast, wonders if he'll ever find love, if he'll ever stop being 'too much' for people (because sure, he doesn't have the Beast's temper, but he is too clingy, his exes - yes, all of them - made sure to tell him, and that's without all the other stuff).

And it's not like he's hopped into bed with every viable option in the years since they finally killed Vecna, either. He's really only had 3 relationships in that time, carefully vetted and deliberated upon before even starting the relationship, because he'd known then what it was like to have his heartbroken, and he was not in a rush to repeat that. Besides, his kids came first, and there was a lot of rebuilding to do. But despite everything, none of his girlfriends had lasted, not between the secrets of the Upside Down, the head trauma, the nightmares, and his 'cloying' nature.

He leaves the theatre with an ache in his chest, but tries to keep a smile on his face as they all pile into the nearest burger joint and talk about the movie and life in general. Only Eddie notices something's off, quirking an eyebrow at him. Steve, of course, waves him off with a poor excuse for a smile.

When it's time for them to all disperse, Steve drives straight to his current girlfriend's house as previously planned, not noticing the worried look Eddie shoots his way. Steve tries to hide his mood from his girlfriend, tries not to hug her for too long when she greets him at the door, knowing from much previous experience that girls don't like it when you're not the strong one, but he just can't shake the feeling that he's being torn apart from the inside out. He just can't help but think about how Belle was willing to change for the Beast; adjust her expectations, adapt her behaviour, be patient with him, and communicate instead of sending him weird, incomprehensible messages then get pissed when he doesn't understand. Why can't he have that? Is he even worthy of that? Why the fuck is it easier to justify redemption for a fictional beast than himself?

But his girlfriend sighs, unfooled, and won't leave him alone until he's honest about it because it's putting a damper on her night. And Steve, unprepared and entirely lost, just stammers out: 'I just... I want Disney love, you know?'

His girlfriend snorts at him, tells him Disney love doesn't exist, and that he just needs to be a man and get on with it.

Normally, Steve would force a laugh, tell her she's right, bury his feelings and try to do just that. But tonight? Tonight it breaks him. Before he knows what he's doing, he's up and muttering 'I don't think this is working' and gets straight back in his car, barely hearing her calling his name, confused and angry and exasperated. He doesn't notice where he's driving until he's already pulled up outside Eddie and Wayne's house, bought with the hush-money from the government.

He shuts off the engine and just sits there, debating what to do. The truth is, Eddie is just as much his best friend as Robin - even more so, sometimes, just in a different way Steve can't explain. Eddie always knows when he's upset, and knows exactly how to hug him - which he does, regularly. Eddie know when to steer him outside if it's too loud and going to trigger a migraine, and seems to know when he needs to eat, even though Eddie himself can barely keep himself fed. And Steve knows just when Eddie's going to get overstimulated and needs to be given something to focus on to calm him down, or when Eddie's had a bad night with nightmares, and needs someone to fall asleep with on the phone, just to know someone's there with him. He knows just when Eddie needs someone he can talk to about his new campaign, because everyone in work would complain so much if Eddie rambled on there. And Steve enjoys listening to him, so why wouldn't he encourage Eddie to speak to him?

They're best friends. And right now, he needs one of Eddie's hugs. It's just he's not normally so pathetically desperate when he turns up.

The decision is made for him when the front door opens and Eddie leans against the frame, a knowing smile on his face, practically screaming 'well, are you gonna come in or what?'. And even though he fights it, Steve can't stop the tears from welling as he gets out of the car and throws himself straight into Eddie's open arms.

"Whoa whoa, hey big boy, it's okay," Eddie soothes, bringing his arms around him and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure as sobs bubble up in Steve's throat.

"That's it, let it out," Eddie adds, and fuck does it make Steve melt.

Somehow - Steve really doesn't know how - Eddie gets the door closed and brings him to the sofa, manoeuvring him until Steve is curled up on his chest, face pressed into his neck, just safe and warm and whole in his arms, despite feeling so broken. And eventually, when Steve's calmed down enough to sniffle his way through an explanation, Eddie's warm hand in the centre of his back pulling too-honest word after too-honest word out of him, instead of laughing it off or being cagey as he normally would, Eddie's there, blowing out a breath, saying 'That sucks man,' and calling his girlfriend a bitch. Well, ex-girlfriend.

"She's not. Not really." Steve mumbles. "She's probably right, anyway. Disney love doesn't exist. I just- I just want someone that wants all of me, you know? Why show us that on screen if it doesn't exist in real life?"

"It does exist, man," Eddie says, but his tone is off. It's... sad, somehow. Like he's in pain. Steve blinks at him, and within seconds, a blush is covering Eddie's cheeks.

"Er, I just mean that it is out there, and you'll definitely find it," he says, tone now too bright and too enthusiastic.

".... But." Steve prompts.

"No, no buts. You can have it, and I'm sure you will!"

Steve tilts his head to the side. "Okay... so why did you sound.. like that?"

Eddie rakes his fingers through his hair - Steve never understood how his rings didn't catch in his curls.

"I, well, it's just that sometimes... the people who could love us like that have wanted to for a long time, and we've never noticed..."

Eddie's biting his lip, his voice trailing off into nothing, and legs practically vibrating with how fast he's tapping them. And Steve can't breathe.

"Eds?" he croaks.

"It just sucks that you're straight," Eddie forces out a laugh. "Because, assuming you'd be happy with a freak like me? I'd... gods Stevie, I'd give you everything."

Steve stares at him, at the bright pink of his cheeks, the deeper red of his lips (that are going to get darker if he keeps biting them like that), at the hair he's always been just a little bit obsessed with, and feels warmth and hope bloom where air should be.

"Eds... who says I'm straight?"

It's absolutely not what he expects to come out of his mouth. He'd never questioned his sexuality, even when Will and Mike finally got together. But now, how can he know he's anything but? It's like all the stars have magically aligned and suddenly, a new path has been made clear to him. The one he should have been on years ago.

Eddie's eyes snap to his, and Steve still cannot breathe, drowning in the hope, the fear, the devotion there. He wants to whimper. Almost does.

"Wh- what?"

Steve swallows. "For you, Eds? I'd be anything."

And it's different this time. Saying those words. He's used to them being a promise to become something he's not, to put everyone and their needs ahead of himself. But with Eddie, he knows he's never be taken advantage of like that. That Eddie would do exactly the same for him.

Eddie's hand cups his cheek, the callouses from his guitar sending tingles down Steve's spine, and Steve wants to cry all over again as Eddie whispers, hesitant and hopeful, "Be mine?"

Licking his lips, Steve swallows past his thumping heart.

"For forever, and happily ever after."

[sekhonda]

Mafia 1 chatting again because .. I gotta say something about the perspective of one of my favorite youtubers who played it. He stressed me out BAD y'all .. as usual, spoiler under the cut.

Okay, so. I'm not an expert on the game or just the genuine mafia either. HOWEVER, I watched my favorite youtuber play the first one because I'm not playing it anytime soon. I feel as though the plot went entirely over his head. This isn't meant to attack him AT all because this stuff happens. There's people who didn't understand these games or just complex games in general. It happens with every game. However, the way he went about switching up on the characters was pissing me off badly. He mainly consisted of entirely glazing Don Salieri at a constant while wondering how Tommy could ever betray the family. Asking this question in the beginning whilst they show you nothing but the "good" things so far makes sense, but he really wasn't getting it. Tommy gives you his story because you need to listen to him. You are the cop and you are Tommy. You play as him, but you are entirely unable to change his story. You can't change something that's already happened. You are a listener. You're being asked to carefully listen to his story because he needs someone to know what's happened.

Tommy tells us at the beginning of the game that he is an immigrant to this country. He depicts how America is. Immigration was fully open, but the opportunities were entirely poor for immigrants. Tommy takes time to learn the language and has to live poorly as his father suffers through hard labor that barely pays anything. This is how America is. Tommy cannot put in an application to an Ivy league, get a degree, and be some banker. These positions are not open to him. They are closed to a lot of different types of immigrants. What irks me is if we know the history of America. The slave labor that black people had to go through way before this, you'd know the absolute cruelity of America. The racism, oppression, and unwillingness to help marginalized people. The want for "cheap" labor.

What does he do? Become a taxi driver. It's all he really can do, and it's not going to pay the bills enough. Then he meets Sam and Paulie. The funny thing is, this didn't even start with them. Not really. It started with Don Salieri and Don Morello. It will not end with them. You help Sam and Paulie get away, which later causes Tommy to be attacked. Under pure coincidence, he ends up at Don Salieri's door. He starts to work for the Don, like many do for better money, better living standards. HOWEVER, you see through the closest partners you have - through SAM AND PAULIE that this life takes a toll. You are told by the Don's closest friend, Frank Colletti, that he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get what he wants. To do what he wants. And you legitimately wonder why he's in front of a cop, disheveled after the number of times he's zoned out?? After he has blatantly hesitated at the act of having to kill someone. After all the people he's killed?

That's where you get wrapped in just like him, all the shooting, sitting there feeling powerful. You get distracted because you don't consider the innate trauma of the situation. Even when you have a wife to go home to, do you recall seeing her much? The family is their life. They don't go home to anyone. Not nearly enough as they should. Sam doesn't have a girlfriend or a wife. Paulie actively tells you he has no one at the age of 40 something. They got the nice suits and the money, but their lives are NOT normal. And you can't leave.

Paulie tried, and he was murdered. You had to kill your friend Sam for it. You don't see a pattern in this? In the evidence of other games? This doesn't end. Not after you've gotten involved. The fatal flaw is the want for a better future. A better life in a system that wants you gone. This goes deeper than even the Mafia itself. This is a system that's been set up. Many communities have something similar. Something that ropes you in because you don't have better opportunities. He does this because he has a family he loves. So no, he's not a hero to some. But at least in the end, he could be to his family. They're safe now.

It's someone else's time, Tommy isn't here anymore. It doesn't end with him. It never was supposed to. It's a cycle. It'll keep happening because there are no corrections in place. Not even prison can stop it. Everything stays, no one leaves. No one really can.

Because if you leave, Don Salieri sends his regards.

[kxxkiecxre]

ꕥ Coming Down | Jeon Jungkook ꕥ

ꕥ You never typically ask for help with stuff like this, with such personal matters, especially not him.

ꕥ Warning: !18+! Sexual themes. Reader seduces Jungkook but ofc not without his consent! Reader is yummy! She a freak ;). Face riding! Protected sex! Brief mention of Jimin x reader!. Potentially part 2?.

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It wasn’t like you couldn’t get someone else to do this for you. Perhaps someone you actually can tolerate. But maybe it’s better to do this with someone who absolutely despises your guts, with the hopes he can sprinkle, said insides, with some lust? Though, standing in front of his dorm room door, cladded with only a long trench coat covering your skimpy lingerie, made you a little nervous. Actually, a lot nervous.

Deciding to rather suck up the nerves and the constant nag somewhere in the back of your head, you raise your enclosed fist and tap it three times against his door.

Both being in college and having unresolved anger, was exhausting. This was your last year, both of yours. And since graduating high school with bad blood brought extra beef within your college campus, you really didn’t want to be pushing your luck in these last few months, especially after accidentally spilling water on his light washed jeans and pissing him with your little snarky “oh my! Poor kookie still gets too excited just like the poor puppy he is” comment in front of his friends. That was a mere 48 hours ago. In your defence he deserved it. Had he not told his pathetic friends you slept with him multiple times and was obsessed with him since you turned 18, you wouldn’t had to take such drastic measures.

The door swings open, his figure appearing, dressed in a tight white knit tank top and black shorts. He looked hot without even trying and it seemed to only irk you more. A hint of a smirk was present on his pierced lips, though his eyes showed surprise. You rolled your eyes before pushing past him and entering his personal space. Still at the door, he smirks to himself with a small scoff before closing the door and turning to you.

“To what do I owe the displeasure?” He asks.

It was silent for a moment. You didn’t utter a word as you stared right into his doe eyes, remembering the day his family and he moved in a couple doors away from you. You were only ten years old as was he, you became friends, finished school and went to high school together, until you turned fifteen and rejected him. You were only a teenager interested in school and no time for boys. You were working hard for good grades to get into this college while Jungkook slept with every girl that came within one hundred yards from him. The day you rejected him was the day he laughed and told you he never really liked you, as his friend or anything even more than that. Of course, you were mad. Very mad. So even with his incessant apologies, you ignored him. All the way from high school to college. Aside from bullying and getting on each others nerves, you never communicated.

“I need a favour.”

He chuckled, leaning against the wall across you. Arms crossed over his chest, his muscles bulging. Fuck, you hate him.

“A favour? My dear princess asks me? The devil as she calls me, for a favour?” He hisses through his teeth eyes squinting, “that’s a very binding deal my love hm?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m being serious.”

His eyes flashed with concern for a split second, “you have the floor prince-“

“Take me.”

His eyebrows shut up, before he scoffed in disbelief chortling in a sense, “take you? That doesn’t tell me much love. Take you how hm? Use your words.”

You licked your lips, “Jungkook.”

His eyebrows only raised. This was something you were very adamant on. You needed this. If not him then Jimin, though for some reason, you really want it to be him. You tipped your head slightly. Like a little puppy with your big eyes, the low lightning coming from his tv casted a light shadow over your outstanding features, putting him in a trance like state as he watched you walk like a snake, your heels clicking of his wooden floors.

Your body was close to his, not close enough to touch but close enough for him to smell your sweet enticing scent. God he was obsessed with you beyond sanity. Your fingers began undoing the belt of your jacket, “can I?” You ask before you begin.

“Only if you’re comfortable.” He replies.

With his lips drying and his eyes darkening into a hazy drunken look, you open the jacket and begin to peel it of your body. Revealing the matching red lace lingerie. Your bra barely doing anything to cover your round plump breasts, he could clearly see the tanned skin of your nipples through the sheer lace, the hem of the bra slightly glittery and the small playboy bunny tattoo on your hip such a contradicting accessory. A slutty bunny for an innocent angel like you. Enticing.

“What are you doing to me y/n?” He asks.

“Show me the performance every female on campus raves about. Take me. Take me as I am Jungkook. Take my innocence and do as you will, we may have bad blood between us, but I’ll never trust any man with this as much as I trust you.”

He becomes suddenly very aware of his surroundings. You are giving yourself up to him. Him. Of all the worthy males on campus, you chose him. The broken hearted fifteen year old boy within him jumps in glee. While the adult within him, sulks. Why?.

“You trust me? Even after everything I put you through? Y/N, are you sure about this? As much as every atom of me is yearning to have my way with you, I will not do this if it’ll only cause you harm.”

Your lips dry as his body finally glues itself to you, his hand so soft, almost ghostly against the curve of your waist. His lips, face, so close to your own your swallowing each other up.

“I have never been as sure of something as I am right now.”

With bare seconds, his lips moulded to yours tightly. Aggressively. He was assertive, dominant in his presence around you. Though it was all so skilful, so perfect with every smack and mould of your lips, he was able to have your feelings heighten by tenfold. His hands finally press against the curves of your waist, pulling your body against his, before he harshly pulled away, pulling the tank top over his head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. He backs you up till the back of your knees come in contact with the edge of his bed.

“Don’t hesitate to let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, understood?”.

You nod softly. His finger holds your chin, lifting your head to look up at him, “nodding is no good love, I need your voice. Words baby. Words.”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

His praise sent shivers down your spine like a glide of one’s finger against the keys of a piano.

Turning your body, so your back faces his front, he gathers your hair and lays it down one shoulder, before his lips come in contact with your ear, “this is about you. Everything about you. I will give you my entire self tonight. My body and soul, anything.”

You weren’t exactly sure what his words meant, but you shook it off, feeling his hands unbuttoning the bra of your back and pulling the straps down your shoulders, eventually discarding the cloth somewhere on the floor.

His lips pecked their way from your ear, while turning your body towards him again, he laid you down on the bed, continue his kisses from your neck, soft and gentle, to your chest, with few bites here and there, leaving small bruises in the wake of his tender lips, to your breasts, his mouth sucked onto the soft skin, creating pretty purple bruises on them, loving the small gasps coming from you above him. His mouth enveloped around your nipple, twirling the small nub with the tip of tongue before abandoning it, the coolness of the room hardening it again, his tongue and mouth giving the same love to the other breast.

His mouth trailed down your stomach, coming down to your lacy thong, his tongue running over the small playboy bunny before he looked up at you, your eyes closed and face concentrated, cute. He hooked his fingers in the material and slipped them off, catching your glistening cunt in the low lightening of the room.

“Fuck baby.”

“Mhm”

Your body was incredibly in tune with him, reacting to every motion his mouth created as it pecked the top of your pussy before sucking one of the lips into his mouth humming in approval as your surprised gasp drove him manic. He made out with your pretty pussy for a minute before he tapped your ass,

“Get up”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna ride my face baby.”

Your jaw dropped, absolutely stunned.

“I’ve never-“

“Trust me?” He asked.

You nodded with an audible yes, before he laid down. In your previous position. He motioned you to climb over him, as you did, your legs straddling his chest as he shook his head no, gently laying his hand on your lower back and nudging your forward until your cunt was centred with his face.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, “now sit down pretty girl.”

You hesitate, before he grabs your hips and pulls you down on his face earning a surprised moan from you. He began moving your hips up and down his face, introducing you to the feeling as you began to come out your shell, moving your hips yourself as your moans began pitching, his tongue out and collecting all of the slick dripping down you, some escaping down your thighs as your fingers tangle in his hair and your rhythm picks up, your moans louder as he hums against your pussy, not being able to get enough of it.

Your hips rolled in a controlled pace before they began to lose their rhythm, prompting Jungkook to realise you were rather quickly approaching your orgasm, he stilled your hips, lifting them up above his face before his mouth latched onto your clit, suctioning against it as the tip of the muscle began flicking the nub up and down, easing a finger gently into your wet tight pussy, curling it upwards as he thrusted get another repeating a ‘come here’ motion as they thrusted faster. Your thighs began jerking and your moans became loud, “fuck oh my,” your gasp got stuck in your throat, a strangled “yes” coming out while you gushed down his chest, the sheets becoming drenched with your cum.

“ you’re so hot fuck.”

He pushed your body back down against the sheets having you lay flat down on the end of his bed, the tv in the corner of the room giving him the perfect lightning on your face. He freed his cock from the restraints of his boxers, pulling a condom out of the bedside locker and ripping the tip of the foil with his teeth. His dick was between your folds before you could even catch your breath, running up and down your pussy as you began feeling overstimulated, whining as he eased the tip of his cock inside you. With every inch of his cock you felt a stretch. Nothing painful, more of a sting and pressure. Before he buried himself inside you fully. Giving you a moment to become acquainted with the feeling of him.

“Kook, fuck me like you love me.”

That was not a hard task for him. He’s been in love with you ever since he can remember.

His cock dragged out and inside of you again, your muscles contracting around his dick as he groaned, falling onto his elbows, each on either side of your head as your legs wrapped around his waist and lips peppered rather aggressive yet tender bruises on his necked. His hips picked up a rhythm as he listened to your moans and whines mix with his own groans. Fuck he could do this for breakfast lunch and dinner. He could survive on you.

“Fuck, kookie.” The nickname drove him insane, finally, he raised his upper half, pulling you closer by your thighs, before throwing your legs over your shoulders, arms wrapping around the middle of your thighs as he began slamming into at an animalistic pace. Your voice became strangled, pitchy and rough as the pleasure took over your lower half and your head, your hands squeezing your bouncing breasts as he began pounding into even faster and rougher your pussy pulsing and sucking him in even further the pleasure dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. A feeling of about twenty thousand fireworks threatening to explode began to swarm and burn your lower belly and pussy, the feeling incredible and mind blowing before he sparked a fire and everything inside you began melting, your body became nothing but a puddle of pure ecstasy and pleasure like this never felt in your entire life. The way your back arched of the bed and head tipped back as you squeezed your breasts. Jungkook followed right behind you. Spilling all of him into the condom, right to the brim.

“Fuck.”

Not only were you just fucked physically, but mentally too.

Damn you jeon jungkook.

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A\N: excuse my disappearance for like two months lmao. Anyway enjoy this pwp because I was about twenty minutes away from falling asleep on my phone lol.

NO TRANSLATION, COPYING OR RECREATION OF ANY KIND IS PERMITTED OF MY WORK!

Masterlist

[the-s1lly-corner]

i think it would be so cute if you wrote headcannons abt silly little things johnathan ohnn would do around alchemax when him and reader are coworkers. imagine their desks next to each other 🥲

Random hcs for Jonathan Ohnn and his coworker!

Didnt know if you wanted this romantic or platonic so I'm writing this as

Both?? If that makes sense?? Like majority is neutral with a more romantic segment at the end?? Help

Side note I love this gif

Anyways not proof read we die like uncle Aaron

Obligatory you guys leave things on each others desks; notes, snacks, a drink, ect ect ect

You both also have your own set of inside jokes, and probably gossip about y'alls other coworkers

Probably just a me thing because I love dynamics like this but yall are just. Constantly bubbly around each other, like

Yall can glance at each other and make a slightly goofy expression and the other is trying to hold it together

I just wanna see Jonathan happy, man :( his whole Jonathan to spot transition kinda actually makes me sad like bro was just doing his job

Anyway

I feel like Jonathan can get fairly wrapped up in his work; forgets to take breaks.. he really appreciates when you come over and leave a bottle of water on the edge of his desk, makes him feel cared for

Side tangent but I personally hc that even before becoming Spot he never really had many friends, much less ones that look out for his wellbeing like that. Doesn't help that he's kinda

Awkward and closed off but hes not

Evil or mean spirited (yet/hj)

"Jon you gotta start standing up straight" "UHHHGGHH *fine* dad/mom!!🙄/j" and similar interactions

Whenever you two are assigned hands on work/experiment shit yall are both just. Bouncing off each other the entire time if that makes sense

Like yall are a power duo; you guys get the work done in no time and actually?? Have fun?? Work goes by fast when you're doing it with someone you enjoy being around

Hopping back in the silly stuff he would NOT stand up for himself if someone was taking his lunch; and if he does he makes like. A piss poor attempt at standing up for himself sooo if you're on the fierce side (or just have a backbone) he would really appreciate it

"Excuse me he asked for NO pickles!"/j

Now onto the romance yahoo

Tbh I dont know if alchemax would be the type of company to outright ban coworkers from having relationships with one another, I can kinda see it swinging either way

But I've never been good at writing hcs for characters needing to slink around so let's say it allows that stuff

Anyways

Jonathan is an awkward sap, like

Imagine glancing over at his computer and seeing him looking up pickup lines (bad corny ones)

He uses them 5 minutes later on you

Stuff like that

Also while I dont normally like characters that dip into the clingy/jealous category Jonathan/spot is an exception simply because I legitimately cant see him not being at least a little insecure

But the good news about being a scientist is that hes good at problem solving; he communicates!!

You guys are both so

Obvious

At least he is; one good compliment and hes red in the face

Outright flirt with him and hes basically glowing red

Back to the bad pick up lines he will be over the moon if you say one back

Building off the "you guys leave things on each others desks" thing he leaves like. Flowers and candies he knows you like on the desk

A moment of silence for your desk when your birthday or valentines day happens ����

Imagine someone hits on you and he just

Wanders over, puts a hand on your shoulder and just

"Theyre taken"

But like, in a cringey ☝️🤓 way

😭😭

[docholligay]

Loved tonight’s stream! Glad to get to the real meat of the game and glad to surprise you with its multiple acts. I think only having auto saving in Pentiment works thematically for the idea of living with choices and seeing the effects they have over years, even if it worked out very badly for poor Lucky, whoops!

ahahah oh my god.

So for those not in attendance, the first act of Pentiment is a mystery solving game. And, one of the suspects is Lucky. I thought Lucky did it, still do, but I had no intention of fingering him because I thought it was justified and Lucky is no danger to his community and I wanted to blame someone I thought sucked because I'm good at justice.

I do my streams from home and don't have an office setup there, and given that it was just me, I was sitting in a rocking chair in my living room, laptop on my lap. As I'm talking through how I am absolutely not going to turn over Lucky, because I do not think he deserves it, my stupid gesticulation hits the trackpad and I COMPLETELY TURN HIM IN FOR MURDER. HORRIFIED, I tried to blame someone else for it, namely the Prior who fucking sucks, but because I had been so interested in Lucky's story, I unintentionally had the most evidence for his being the murderer, and he was executed. Excellent detecting.

Oh! I forgot to say last night, because I was tired, but remember at the beginning of the game where I said I do actually know what a pentiment/pentimento is? The changes you can see under the painting, from underdrawing or other earlier versions of the work?

Obviously, that completely makes sense now. Not even hard. Everything we do is part of the painting that we'll see, even in ways that we will attempt to make right later. I completely forgot about the tax payment drama with the Gertners, so Peter's father died. I didn't piss off the abbot, so I can stay at the abbey. I'll be interested to see more of how this develops and if I like it or not: I can very very much like stuff like this, so if it gets voted in next quarter I'm tentatively excited!

[necrotic-nephilim]

What do think about dick/talia

so Talia is one of those tricky characters for me where i read all the wrong content for her to begin with.so for the longest time i had a piss poor understanding of her and i'm still trying to. rectify that, Grant Morrison when i catch your ass-

but i do have a newfound love for her and i think she and Dick have an interesting relationship. bc they can't stand each other. so i do see the potential for shipping them! i wouldn't say it's a ship i seek out to would ever personally write, but if a fic/art/concept using the ship was top-notch, i would absolutely be into it.

bc there's a lot of fun stuff to play with for them. these two do not get along in canon and it always seems to be such a personal hatred, it's so funny. they dislike working together the rare times they do and tend to be at odds for the typical reasons you'd expect like morality and all. but they always seem to respect each other, which is the fun of it. i love an enemies to lovers situation that's rooted in respect. i think my favorite version of this ship would be the Pre-Crisis version, bc they just always seemed to have issues, usually fighting over Bruce. it's so antagonistic and i love that.

and of course, the fun of it is where Damian falls. because Talia and Dick are both parental to Damian, but clearly have wildly different opinions on what raising Damian should look like. so it'd cause interesting conflict if they were dating how they would be forced to find a middle ground and Damian's just. stuck in the middle. honestly Damian's reaction to their relationship could be fun in general, bc i do think it'd send him through all the stages of grief at once.

all in all, i think there's a ton of nuance that would make a really fun ship, whether you played it straight or took it in a dead dove direction. forcing these two together and seeing them slowly fall for each other is absolutely in character for both of them. tbh if Talia wasn't created to be Bruce's love interest, she and Dick probably would've kissed by now. they do always have an interesting tension when they're on page together. i could see Talia getting obsessed with Dick in a way- his purity, the way he's a virtuous light to the entirety of the hero community. how she would try to get him to see her side could be a lot of fun in a corruption kink sort of way. lots of potential for these two.

[freeuselandonorris]

This is probably a heavy ask idk but how do you make your kinks known to your partner who is very vanilla without scaring them or making it seem like you are forcing them? I've heard from people with bad experiences with this, and one of the reasons they give is that they've felt forced or manipulated into doing things they didn't really want to do, and I think this whole topic is a little bit stressful because they don't give details of the situation, so I don't know how their partners did the whole thing, they probably didn't want to force anything and it was unintentionally 😩

hey!

so, obviously i don't know the circumstances of these people you've heard from, but i'm prepared to bet that - assuming that their partners weren't actually assholes who manipulated them into doing things they weren't comfortable with - the issue was a lack of communication/poor communication, both ways.

one of my partners was totally vanilla when we first started sleeping together. so obviously i'm not speaking here as any kind of expert but i have gone through the same thing before (with a few stumbles and miscommunications along the way!) but he's now just as feral as i am 🥰 he was pretty open-minded to trying stuff out, but he had no clue about kink other than very mainstream depictions like spanking and choking (which shouldn't be a mainstream kink but that's another rant). it did help that he already knew i was into kink because i have very little filter in real life as well as on here lmao. we started off by talking about things hypothetically - i explained what i was into and why it appealed, and made it clear that i would like to do those things with him, but i also made it clear that i wasn't expecting anything from him. we started out doing pretty mild stuff, trying things out together, and then we talked about it. he was pretty new to talking about sex in any depth and found it extremely weird that i was making him dissect his feelings and reactions about what we'd done, but it meant that we were able to establish pretty quickly what he was enjoying and what he found difficult or unpleasant. we did a lot of this via text because we both found it less awkward at first, but now we're used to it and we'll usually talk about it in bed the next morning (which is extra nice because by the end of the conversation we're usually ready for round 2 lmao).

my general opinion is that if you're wanting to do kink, you have to be comfortable talking about kink. otherwise you end up trying to rely on mindreading, which is a recipe for disaster when you're dealing with things that can be psychologically and physically damaging. so to answer your question, i would recommend you start talking to your partner about sex in general, if you don't already. get used to discussing what you like and don't like. then you can start to tell them that you have specific kinks, and explain what you find appealing about them without immediately being like "hey i want you to piss on me" (or whatever!), just more like "i think the idea of being pissed on is pretty hot! i'm really attracted to the taboo aspect of it". but you have to make it clear to them that you're not trying to obliquely request it from them and you have to make it clear to them that they'll need to think carefully about what they want to try, if they want to try anything at all.

i think a lot of people who've exclusively had vanilla sex are very unused to thinking about and talking about sex in this way, so take it slowly and gently, and don't give in to the temptation to get overexcited and reel off huge detailed list of all your kinkiest fantasies immediately. start off small, pick one thing that you might like to try that isn't too intimidating to a newbie, and don't judge or get upset at your partner if they decide a certain kink isn't for them - remember they're rejecting the kink, not you.

but yeah, in summary: you both have to talk, and you both have to trust each other enough to tell each other the truth. if you don't trust that your partner isn't going to just pretend they're fine with something when they're not, then i wouldn't recommend doing kinky stuff with them.

best of luck!

[nachosforfree]

another Sammy Emily enjoyer here (even if i don't focus on him the most out of everybody)!! and. i'll admit that my version of the timeline's a bit Weird, mostly due to it's premise (it started out as me asking the question of "so if Fnaf followed Real Life Rules/Logic, how would it change the timeline?" ...the answer is A Lot, apparently), but!! have some fun facts about the boy!!

personally, i do the "Sammy was Charlie's twin" thing. they were Really close. Charlie's death fucked that poor kid up Big Time.

he just kinda. Knew it was William. he doesn't know how he knows, he just Knows. William also knows that he knows. they don't exactly like each other, as you can guess.

got his dad's interest (and skill) in robotics. he's the one who built the Toys, fun fact. his dad just kinda handed him the blueprints and designs and let him go at it.

he wants William dead, understandably.

so i have this really funny headcanon that Sammy was the Fnaf 3 nightguard, and Mike was just kinda there in the background trying to save the dead kids. these two were having A Time. William was trying to kill his son and Henry's only other living child.

he's nonverbal. mostly communicates through sign language (if who he's talking to can understand it) or through writing.

he and Charlie were polar opposites personality wise; Charlie was more extroverted while he was introverted. they were still near-inseparable.

so. due to Weird Timeline Shit (i've always done things to where Charlie's murder and the MCI were pre-83 in some way. i'm not getting into why, just understand that's the timeline we're going with), Charlie, Sammy, and Mike were all around the same age, including one of the MCI kids who was also in their friend group. so like. Sammy lost his sister and one of his best friends in the span of like a month (Charlie died on May 13th, and his friend died on June 23rd). and then Mike turned into a massive jerk, which didn't help.

if i rambled on about Modern Era Sammy we'd be here for ages. but fun fact!! he's Cassie's dad (doesn't die, don't worry) and like another anon mentioned...boy, Cassie reminds him so much of Charlie it hurts.

Modern Era Sammy just kinda interacts with this timeline's version of Glitchtrap like:

(Cassie almost dies) "What the hell is your fucking problem?? Was my fucking sister not enough?? My Daughter?? Are you fucking kidding??" (< knows that Glitchtrap is William in some way)

OUHHHH VERY INTERESTING STUFF I LIKE IT!!!!! Sammy being pissed at William and knowing it was him auagghhh I looooovvvve that (my timeline is Sorta similar in that aspect!!) AND SAMMY BEING INVOLVED IN FAZBEAR'S PRE-MODERN ERA I LOVE THAT TOO!!!!! I think the idea of him making the toys is soooo fun

[fite-club]

The piss poor definitions of everything in the ace community lead to basically 90% of the world being able to identify as asexual. Asexuality is defined by deviance from the norm, but no one fucking knows what the norm is. If you have less sexual attraction than an 'allo' person, you're grey sexual. How much sexual attraction does an allo person have? Uhh no one knows. It's literally unquantifiable. There's no actual definition for 'allosexual' other than 'normal' or 'average' but then those words are never defined. So you just have to guess what the norm is based on the 3 people you're close enough with to talk about this philosophical stuff about attraction and hypersexualized media where everyone is fucking everyone because it makes for a good sitcom. It's genuinely impossible and that's why so many in the ace community are so confused about where they fall and so insecure about their identity because they're all just guessing.

And god, the label hopping. People find out they actually experience sexual attraction and the ace community does their best to keep them from going away, shoving microlabel after microlabel at them so they never think that maybe they're a dreaded allosexual after all.

one more thing. The ace community is so focused on separating itself from the rest of the world that they make everything more difficult for themselves. They do stuff to deliberately stand out, make awkward jokes about being too enlightened for sex (..while having regular sex half the time), make up weird relationship constructs and get upset that no one wants to be in them. They psych themselves out over feeling attraction and start acting extremely weird because tHatS wHaT tHe aLlOs dO. Plus the extremely unattractive ways they describe why they have sex and then they get upset that no one wants to date them because they say they see their partner as a flesh sex toy. Girl just be normal. Describe yourself as a low libido person and youll be fine i prommy.

that's what i meant by the ace community imploding by being too inclusive, they lost the plot as soon as the split attraction model entered the picture. the experiences of someone who is an "asexual" as in "aroace" as in "someone who wants platonic partnership only" are unique and are shared amongst other people of the same identity. when you open that up, though, suddenly there aren't those shared experiences, and those labels don't convey the same thing. there's no good reason why someone who wants sex would label themselves as asexual, just like there's no good reason why someone who wants sex with someone of the same gender would label themselves as straight. that kind of prescriptive "gatekeeping" is seen as evil by inclusionists but to exclusionists it's just basic reality. if a straight couple identifies as "demisexual", what makes their experiences different from a straight allosexual couple? the fact that neither of them were sexually attracted to each other at first really does not affect the material reality of their lives, to everyone else on earth they are a straight couple that has sex. but if you acknowledge that, you have to acknowledge that those people have privilege and are not lgbt, which ace inclusionists stubbornly refuse to do.

and yeah the worst part is all the teens who get stuck in an echo chamber of "aspec" people, their perception of how others experience attraction and relationships get so warped. like your classmates being awkward after you tell them "i have no interest in sex" isn't because they think you're messed up for being ace, it's because they didn't ask and most likely do not care. you may struggle with your own insecurities about being lonely but you can't just project them as if the norm is that being single is weird