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[designatedkilljoy]

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[yuriyuruandyuraart]

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[galactic-jellyfishag]

Still playing with ibisPaint. Drew the bad sanses and colored them with different fun brushes lol. This took me way too long to draw hhh im still trying to find an outline brush that I like 😭 so I kept drawing n redrawing them cause I didn’t like how the brush looked after I drew them. I think this took me like 5-6 hours to draw T~T

I hope u guys like them UwU

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[instexcamera]

Hi UM can I request some brat!Natsume x dom!reader punishing with one of those fuck machines and degrading him until he's mindbroken?

Have a great day

Ooo my first request, and of course!

Brat!Natsume x GN Dom!Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, Sub character, Degradation

Note: I'm sorry it took a little while to make this, I'm sick currently but I tried my best to get it out fast. I also hope you enjoy it as I tried my best with it but brats are hard to write for me hhh. I also hope I did Natsume justice as I have never written him.

18+ Under the Cut

Low whirring sounds flow from the machine as it fucks into Natsume at a slow pace. Even though it was set on the lowest setting you had to keep one hand on Natsume's knee, forcing him to keep his legs spread open. He gazes at you defiantly, a smug smirk on his lips. The urge to wipe that look off his face fills you, this was supposed to be a punishment for his jealously, he shouldn't still be acting so disobedient. The only cracks in his facade are the small shivers that run though his body every time the toy thrusts deep, or how he has to hold himself back from making noises.

"You're failING, what type of punishment is thiS? It's not working on meeah-" He cuts off with an unwanted moan as you had had enough of his teasing, choosing to turn the machine up to its highest level for a moment to shut him up. It works as Natsume's legs start to tremble more frequently and his eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth opening slighty. You divulge in the sight for a moment before returning the machine back to its slow pace. Natsumes eyes going back to normal as his body relaxes, his expression now one of annoyance.

"I didn't actually enjoy thaT, I faked it for your own amuseMENT. " Staring at him for a second, noticing how he acts like this isn't affecting him. Yet those small signs are still noticeable no matter how much he tries to not let them show. You can feel his thighs still trembling ever so slightly underneath your fingertips, the way his face is starting to become a flushed red color. But you decide you'll play his little game, if he wants to act like a brat he can be treated like one.

Turning the machine off and removing your hand from him, he has nothing to gain any sort of friction now and annoyance shows on his face. Now that all stimulation was gone from him he was completely at your mercy, even more so than before. His cock, you realize dripping precum, the tip a deep red color. He wanted to cum you could tell but his pride of not wanting to be caught begging was winning, however you would change that before long. Leaning over him, and using your hand to grab his cheeks, forcing him to look you directly in the eyes.

"If you want more, beg. I already know you're just a pleasure loving slut who just can't take it when my attentions on another guy that isn't you. So come on, beg, don't be shy, you weren't earlier when you cussed out Tsumugi were you?"

Tsumugi was the reason he was like this in the first place, he couldn't handle seeing you give him a kiss on the cheek. You knew that Natsume's relationship with him wasn't the best, but he still somewhat liked Tsumugi, but that kiss seemed to have went too far for him. Natsume looks as if he regrets it now, deciding between if he wants to keep his pride up or be able to cum.

You pull your hand away from him and his face drops as he seemly stares down at his stomach, his shirt pushed up around his waist. It's not too long before you hear some mumbling coming from Natsume, his hands clenched tightly together. "I'm a jealous slut only for yoU, and I constantly want my hole to be filled with your cocK." Moving back down to be right next to him you whisper "Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you." He immediately turns to look at you as those words leave you, "I know you diD, your just enjoying thiS." His golden brown eyes continue to glare at you for a few more seconds until he finally gives up, realizing that he won't gain any touch unless he says it louder.

"I'm just a jealous dirty sluT, I can't handle not being filled and I need yoU-" Your finger presses down the button that makes the machine start up, at full force. Natsume, not thinking you'd start it while he was talking taken by surprise. His head bangs back onto the headboard and you feel bad about it only for a moment. His eyes start to unfocus and his body rocks back and forth from the force of the machine. His legs start to close and your quick to push them down, you can feel his muscles straining underneath your hands. The slapping sound from the machine meeting his ass isn't loud enough to block the high pitched whines leaving Natsume as the toy rams into his prostate over and over.

Natsume's precum is dripping down his cock in larger amounts, and the way his body strains against the machine and the increasing pitch of his moans signals he's close. Thinking of stopping the machine right before he orgasms takes form but is quickly pushed away when his moans reach a beautiful crescendo. You feel his thighs start to tremble more violently and a second later long white ropes of cum spurt out of his cock, landing on his chest, and dripping down to his stomach.

Letting go of his thighs and sliding your hand up his body, not bothering to slow the machine as it continues to thrust into him as forcefully as it can. Feeling his body twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and the constant movement from the machine you gather some of his spend on your fingertips. You bring your fingers up to his lips and slip them past his open mouth. His eyes are glazed over likely from the after effects from his orgasm but you expect over stimulation to kick in soon. You watch as his mouth closes around your fingers, sucking his own cum off of them.

His eyes move to meet yours and you slide your fingers out of his mouth so he could speak. "Why aren't you stopping iT? It hurTS, it hurts so gooD." His voice comes out in different pitches, the machines thrusting starting to affect him more than you thought as overstimulation starts to kick in. You only smile at him as you let the machine keep up its pace, he deserved to be over stimulated. Broken moans fall from his lips as you look down towards the machine, realizing that Natsume's cock is still hard dispite cumming a minute ago.

"You're still hard? You must be more of a whore than I thought, but that's fine, I'll give you more pleasure than your body can handle." Natsume's response is pained whimpers, but you don't want him too fucked out of his mind just yet, he still had to answer some questions. Turning the machine down to a medium setting so pleasure is always present, you hear him let out a relieved moan, yet his body still twitches from deep thrusts onto his prostate.

Grabbing his cheeks once again, you force his head to turn to look at you. His eyes are starting glaze over and his mouth hangs over ever so slightly. However he quickly attempts to looks serious. "You want to apologize to me for interrupting my conversation with Tsumugi with your jealousy? I let you have an orgasm, not that you deserved it." He quickly sneers at you, however the effect doesn't work as well as he hopes with the position he's in. "I don't have to apologize for anythING. Tsumugi didn't care anywaYS, and I was not jealOUS." You sigh, of course he wouldn't admit it that easily, however you could get him too.

You wonder if causing him to orgasm over and over would make him admit it, he would enjoy it no matter how much he may deny it. He already looks on the verge of another, however the amount of stimulation he's getting not enough to push him over the edge just yet. Running your hand down his chest towards his cock, taking it in your hand, starting to jerk him off slowly. The feeling causes him to bite his lip as he glares at you, you'll try again to get to him to answer in a way you want. "I know you're just a jealous slut who only wants my attention you even admitted it, so why won't you say it again?" He stays quiet, you could see shame run through his eyes at your words, he knows you're right, he just wants to be difficult.

You could feel him twitch in your hand, your words turning him on more than he wanted to admit. "Oh, I feel your cock begging for release in my hand, even if you don't admit it yourself your body clearly knows how much of a jealous cock hungry bitch you are. " He still doesn't respond, choosing to continue biting his lip. You'd get him to admit it again. Turning the machine to high once again, not having any plan to turn it down this time until he's begging you, you'd break his stubborn behavior by having him too drunk on pleasure.

Natsume stops biting his lip immediately, the pleasure overtaking him, his head once again knocks back, his body starting to rock roughly again. You watch as his stomach visibly clenches and you feel his cock once again release. His whines filling the air, almost louder than the slapping sounds echoing throughout the room. There's not as much of the sticky white fluid this time as it mixes with his last spend with more soon to join it.

You smirk as you let go of his cock, still painfully hard as small amounts of cum dribble out of his angry red tip. You move towards his head, watching the flush on his face spread down to his chest as his body starts to tremble even more violently from the aftershocks. "Too mucH, too mucH." His eyes have tears in them as he stares at you, however they're becoming more unfocused by the second, you just smile down at him. His hands grip the bed sheets as his back arches, his eyes widening a little as another orgasm takes him by surprise. Laughing a little at his reaction you wonder if you've been successful in fucking his brattiness out of him.

"Are you sorry about interrupting me? Are you going to say you're a dumb attention whore? You must already know that I'm right, your little mind can't seem to comprehend anything but reaching your next orgasm right now." Natsume can't even turn to look at you as he nods, the overstimulation muddling his mind up. "I'm sorRY, I'm sorRY. I'm a dumb jealous slut who can't do anything but think about cummING." You laugh a little to yourself, he looks absolutely ruined now that he finally admitted it. He didn't even look like he comprehended what he said, his mind to hazed over by the continuous thrusting.

"You finally admitted it, and all it took was having a machine fuck you stupid. Doesn't this just prove what you said?" He nods along to what you're saying, and increasingly loud whines leave him as he cums again, less than last time, you wonder how many more he can take before nothing comes out anymore.

You make no move to slow down the machine, only running your hand across his forehead, wiping his bangs away that are stuck there. He doesn't seem to be able to form coherent sentences anymore, much less thoughts, only small I'm sorrys leaving him. His cock still hard, sways back and forth with his body from the machines continuous thrusting. You decide to see how much more he can take before either shooting blanks or passing out.

You wonder how he'll act when he comes back to his senses, how pissed he'll be. You know he won't be able to walk tomorrow from how hard you have this machine fucking into him. But for now you can only watch as the machine fucks into him.

[thegayspencerreidstan]

i have no idea if this has been done before but a suspect reader x spencer reid. basically the unsub is killing women who reject him and they bring in reader as a suspect and he's like "first of all, i don't even like women, and also i was with my boyfriend when the murders happened". and then he reveals that he's been dating spencer for a few months and everyone is just kinda shocked

(this is kinda based on my annoyance at everyone in my life assuming i'm straight and plus i love fics where reader is a suspect for some reason)

I'm so sorry it took me this long to get to this, I've been super busy and hhh, anyways I hope you like it :))

Spencer Reid X Male Reader

You had just arrived at the BAU, you walked into the office and noticed everyone talking about something, you walked over and asked "what's going on?" Everyone looked at you before Hotchner said "There's an Unsub that's been killing women that rejected him" you nod, taking in the information before coming up with a profile in your head, you explain your thoughts on who the Unsub could be and what he might look like.

A few days later, everyone except Spencer has been acting rather strange around you, you thought maybe they were just busy with the case but it definitely seemed like more than that, you tried your best to ignore it, but of course you decided to ask Spencer about it, he told you he wasn't sure but he'd ask them about it, before you could say anything else, you felt someone grab you by the shoulder and turn you around, it was hotch, you gave him a smile and asked him if something was wrong, he gave you a soft nod and told you to follow him to the questioning room, you were unsure of what was going on but decided not to question it.

He took you to the questioning room and told you to sit down, after doing so he said "some of us suspect you to be the unsub...you fit the profile, do you have anything to say about that?" You sighed and replied "Well first of all..I'm gay- second of all, I'm dating Spencer, so that's what I have to say about it" you could tell that surprised Hotchner but he nodded "I'll go ask Spencer about that later, but for now you can leave, sorry for the inconvenience" he said, you got up and left the room before going over to Spencer and giving him a kiss, of course he waa embarrassed but he kissed back and asked "what was that about?" You explained what happened and he chuckled, he then handed you the file of a guy and told you that he may have found the Unsub.....the rest is self explanatory

I got a bit lazy at the end ngl,,,I hope you don't mind-

[the-nysh]

I think a lot about how Vash took a really long time to call Meryl by her name in the manga/98 and even then would still flip flop between that and 'Insurance Girl', but he was calling her Meryl by episode 4 in Tristamp and in fact is the *only* character to call her By Her Proper Name until Roberto does. And like yeah 'she's not an insurance agent in tristamp', but if he wanted he could have just easily substituted in 'reporter girl' or something. But no, she's Meryl. (thank you, Meryl).

Stampede Vash makes it so easy!!!! ;o; Cause he really was the only one in their party to respectfully call her by name early on without having that problem. Especially with the way Meryl was always so irritated with Roberto not calling her by name, demanding not to be teased even by Wolfwood's silly nicknames (Meryl wants to be Seen and taken seriously without being demeaned or dismissed! hhh authentic short woman struggles) so here we are with Vash--who likely Noticed that, being the polite-mannered, observant genuine nice guy who actually listens to her respecting her preferences, aaaa!!!

Cause I also think about how....the typical (Japanese) way of addressing someone new would be Last Name basis + honorific to show respect (and/or familiarity levels)....which in Meryl's case would be....'Stryfe-san' - like 'Ms. Stryfe,' blerghghg which sounds so...severe. So in her case, actually listening to what SHE wants to be called actually takes precedence. Hooray for Stampede Vash actually following that, almost to a super casual degree too (bam--First Name basis), since Meryl never really had to correct him on what to call her, unlike the others (so I think she's secretly grateful for that.) You can also interpret in a way...where Meryl comes from a formal (Japanese) university educated background, down to her ways of speaking, Vash's upbringing is not the same--so him going the more 'western' way casually using (first) names without honorifics probably comes that much easier/natural to him.

While we're on the subject, she calls Vash 'Vash-san' (since he doesn't really have a last name...unless you go by like...Mr. Stampede, which to her would be weird too, so lol. Dub Wolfwood can pointedly call him 'Stampede' when he's lecturing.) And Wolfwood's only referred to by his Last Name by everyone (close first name privileges + abbreviations are only reserved for those from his orphanage, like Livio)...but meanwhile he rudely calls everyone else whatever nickname he wants, respect/honorifics be damned! :P

In the 98 anime, dub Vash flip-flopped calling her Meryl sometimes, but in the subs, I really listened hard for it, but even for his same lines (addressing her with casual questions), I don't think he ever got the chance to call her by name there! :O Then when you go to the manga, 'insurance-san' is his basic form of address for the girls, which isn't even teasing or anything--it's distant but still respectful....until he calls her by name when things ~Get Serious~ and he earnestly wants her to listen (she is shook!!!!) Eventually Trimax Vash does keep a closer first name basis for her, especially in his most sincere/tender/considerate moments, which is waah. :'3

So if Stampede Vash wanted to keep that same occupation form of address, then something like 'reporter-san' would've been the closest equivalent...but even then, because he Doesn't...it's actually Really Nice!?!! that out of all the guys who keep on teasing/dismissing her, he instead actually listens and treats her seriously with the respect she wants from the get-go. :')) (RAAA!!!! Stampede Vash and Trimax Vash are sweet gentlemen!!!! ;o;)

[odtherat]

I actually really like "The Giving Tree" sm. Like, I've always loved it sm, even when I was younger an first found it as a kid. I kind of remember my teacher asking why. It had no color and ended in such a sad way. I didn't have an answer then. And idk if I really have an answer now? Ig I just like the idea of the story in a sense?

But honestly, there's so many ways you can interpret the story, so many ways that have already been interpreted too.

I jst wanna take abt it for a moment so. Ah. This post will be everywhere btw coz I have so many thoughts that I can't word right. Hhh sorry.

Gonna be a kinda long post :3

The tree gives because she loves the boy. She just wants him to be happy. She loves him, even after he's taken everything he can from her. And she was only ever Not happy when he used her trunk to make a boat and leave. She wasn't truly happy. Because he was no longer there to see her, even if asking for something else

She let him use her over and over again to keep him happy, because his happiness was her happiness.

The boy.. He never changes from boy to man, no matter how old he grew. He was always The Boy. I really like to think it's not because that's how the tree saw him still, as that same little kid she would let play in her leaves, but because.. He never truly grew up. He never realized that his taking and taking and taking of the tree was like a child asking of their mother for more and more and kept receiving because he never learned "No".

He loves the tree. We can tell because he keeps coming back to her in times of need.

He needs money. She gives her apples for him to sell. This is a point many people have said, he should have planted some of the seeds for her to have friends. But she already lives in a forest with other trees. She said "The forest in my home" after the boy asked for a home to live in with a wife and children of his own. So planting more trees won't bring her the happiness she gets when around the boy, as there are already many around(we just don't see them since it's centered around these two)

Even in the end.. He's still using the tree, now only a stump for him to sit and rest upon. Maybe neither of them realize they are using/being used by the other, as they've technically been with each other since the beginning.

Now. We don't know if the boy ever succeeded at the things he wanted. We don't know if he made money from those apples. We don't know if he ever got a wife or had children with someone. For all we know, he never got those things that he thought would bring him happiness. So he kept going back to the tree for her help, the one person(?) he knew he could get help from, who he knew would help him in some way to make him happy.

She gave him his leaves as a child so he could play his favorite game with her. They'll grow back anyway! And she's happy.

She gave him her apples to get money to live on. They'll grow back anyway! And she's happy.

She gave him her branches to build a house to call home. They won't grow back.. But she's happy.

She gave him her trunk to build a boat and.. leave? It won't grow back, maybe not the same anyway.. But.. she's happy? Is she happy? He left.

He comes back.. And she tries to say she has nothing left to give. Everything she's had, gone and taken by him. Yet she apologizes for not having anything left. And yet, the boy said he doesn't need anything more than a spot to sit and rest.

She sits her stump up right, as best as she can, and gives him that to rest upon. He sits on the old stump. And she is happy.

They. Are happy.

One who gave too much, the other who took too much. And yet. Just being together has made them happy.

Idk what else I can really say abt it tbh. I just wanted to talk abt it. But! If you want even more of an explanation, and to know a bit more abt the author and the other stories the guy made, check out this video :]

Ok that's all byyyeeee

[livfastdieyoung69]

I gotta come back with more 2000s jeff

Maybe this being more of a jeff being protective at first then it shifting to reader being protective

More stone cold and hhh just being menaces maybe them threatening reader with a metal chair and jeff getting super upset because yk and him getting hit with it and reader like leaping in you could have either reader hitting hhh, stone cold or Stephanie with a chair i really like the idea of Stephanie being used as a threat against hhh (sorry if this is rambly😭😭)

LITTLE DEVIL

(sort of a continuation to NO THREATS SIMPLY PROMISES, can be read alone.)

“I don’t think you should go out tonight.” Jeff’s voice rang through the small locker room designated to Team Xtreme, clearly full of anxiety. After last Raw’s incident, Triple H had been the first segment of the night, walking into the ring with a metal chair and threatening Y/N after their attack on Stephanie.

“What? Why?” Y/N knew why, but they also knew that they could hold their own.

“Y’know why, N/N. I don’t want you getting hurt, ‘specially with all of the stuff they were just talkin’ about! It would just be better for all of us.” Triple H, with a little help from Stephanie- had said some pretty gnarly stuff, and they didn’t want the rematch to be messed up, so Y/N agreed, but only if they were allowed to sit in the gorilla and watch from there.

“Don’t let em’ get to you, alright? Have a good match Jeffro, I’ll be waiting for ya right here. You guys too!” They stood in the gorilla as the Hardys’ music was cued, listening to the crowd cheer them on. The match started quickly, Triple H getting a brutal upper hand over Jeff, catching him off guard with hard fists. Jeff was finally able to get a hit in on Triple H and almost made a tag to Matt, but his brothers feet were swept away by Stone Cold along with Stephanie dragging Lita down to the concrete floor.

Now, with the ref trying to get the outside of the ring under control, Triple H took it to his advantage, and dove under the ropes, making an attempt to grab a chair from underneath the ring opposite of the side the rest of his teammates were at. Then their music cut, and out walked Y/N with a chair of their own, eyes trained on Hunter. Jeff somewhat recovered and now standing, hidden by the announce table, Stone Cold and Matt had moved to another side of the concrete floor, but Lita and Stephanie were still front and center, right where the ramp ended.

Why hurt what hurt your love when you can hurt theirs?

Hunter watched as Y/N’s eyes moved from his to Stephanie, then over to Jeff. He watched the smirk form on their face, and he watched as Lita moved out of the way. His eyes went wide and tried to rush forward, but Jeff had grabbed him from behind. He watched as Y/N rose the chair above their head, eyes still watching him, mouth still placed in a malicious grin. He watched the chair slam down his wife's back, he watched it bounce back up and hit her again. He watched as Y/N’s smile grew wider at her cries of pain much like on Monday night.

“When I said I would kill if you touched him again, I meant it.” The words were roughly whispered across the ring, barely audible.

Stone Cold had left long ago, truly not caring at all for the dramatics of HHH and Stephanie so with no one else to fight, Matt and Jeff beat Triple H into a puddle next to the ringside announcers, the sound of the metal chair against Stephanie's back still ricocheting throughout the arena.

When it was made obvious Hunter was unable to get up, the original three began to walk backstage, but were stopped at the sight of Y/N, a rabid look on their face, metal chair still in hand and swinging at the back of Stephanie. Matt and Lita continued up the ramp knowing it was a problem for Jeff to deal with.

They were stopped mid-swing, Jeff gripping at their forearm in an attempt to contain them. It did little, Y/N squirming in his grip in hope to continue their on slaughter. Seeing his brothers struggle, Matt turned back and grabbed their chair from their hands before continuing on with Lita.

Jeff acting as a tether to reality brought Y/N back from their unconsciousness vexation with his sweet, calming words and without even realizing it, they had made it backstage, to the gorilla once again.

“I told her I would do it. Had to…had to keep to my word.” They spoke in between broken breathes, an attack on Stephanie once again bringing them exhaustion and placing them into Jeff’s arms.

“I know, Y/N, I know. Wasn’t your fault this time, they shouldn’t have done all that.” His words were meant to comfort but only caused them to pull away from his chest, eyebrows furrowed.

“This time?” Y/N’s voice filled with fake anger, they could never truly be angry at him. A smile filled in on their face as they watched the poor boy try to stutter an excuse out until he realized they had been joking, and he pulled them back against him, laughter vibrating from his chest and spreading into theirs.

“You’re being a little menace this week, ain’t you? Guess I can’t complain, at least I ain’t the one bein’ choked. C’mon little devil, lets get you home before you try to attack someone else. Who’s it gonna be next time, Trish?”

“Hey! I love Trish, I’d never do that to her!”

“You weren’t too fond of her when we had to do that love thing.”

“That’s- that’s different. That doesn’t count.” Now it was their turn to stutter, flustered at the reminder of just how jealous they had been when Trish and Jeff were forced to do a love story together. Their embarrassment earned a kiss to the head from Jeff and a small laugh.

“M’sure it is.”

This took way 2 long and is kinda bad but i wanted to post somethin so whatev i guess

Watching Monday night raw got me inspired got to see my man Cody right away this time didn’t have to wait three goddamn hours

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Are you aware that I'm-a-gay-fish and Zu ship dr//m/are ?/genq

okay so it took me a while to answer this but i finally found the words to so here goes; yeah i do know, and i totally understand if you don't ship it, neither do i, but there's nothing i can do about it?

they're allowed, so long as they don't harm people, to do whatever they want on their own platforms. and before you ask me if i support *ncest, would you actually ask someone if they support toxic relationships and murder whenever they ship two unhealthy killers with mental problems? because that's funnily enough what most people do around here! you can say it's not the same, and that they're romanticizing it, but i can personally detach myself from fiction enough to realize that while this concept depicted in their art shouldn't be recreated in real life, that doesn't mean they actually engage or support people that do that irl- they asked zu the same question so many times, and frog doesn't either and i've known gayfish for three years! you're well within your right to stop associating with them or distance yourself from their content but i myself won't.

i know fiction affects reality to a degree, don't twist my words please, but if you're too young to consume that kind of content with a nuanced perspective or is triggered/affected by it then as long as they tag their content properly then you can unfollow, block and move on. i have a habit of following and reblogging people's works before looking at their bios and before i know it find myself having to choose between two sides i don't belong to and i frankly don't want to! anti this or proship that- in this online era you have to adapt by keeping your cool and curating your own online experience and viewing people in black and whites is stressful, painful and dangerous for everyone involved. i don't even reblog the content you probably have a problem with, and i'm honestly still scared of the response i'll get-

i will not blame or hate whoever unfollows or blocks me for this, it's to be expected, but please don't think about it like some bad vs good guys dilemma? sometimes thought provoking morally grey ambiguous stories with messed up characters spark more positive discussion and healing than people looking into it because they suffer from the same delusions and want a justification-

like realistically, in my blog, most ppl here are basically shipping two literal skeletons with magic in their bones who are sometimes almost the exact copy of one another, and who theoretically have a very similar dna, and sometimes they make shipkids, which, if you know anything about *ncest, is one of the main reasons why you shouldn't bang your siblings - mostly from a moral standpoint because that's so gross i can't even think of it, but also because any offspring would suffer greatly from physical and mental diseases hidden in their genetic code- like. you could argue it's not the same but it's sancest for a reason. and even when they're widely different sanses, you wouldn't think fell x sans is wrong (at least in this specific community) but really we've all just gotten numb to how weird that sounds. trust me, there's a reason we don't talk about our ships to outsiders HHH

TL,DR: so while i greatly encourage you to block people and content you don't want to see/associate with, including me! i hope i made it clear why i, personally, don't care about dreammare and whoever ships it.

[ritz-writes]

hhh sorry for lowkey spamming about spotlight au, but i rlly like it :))

heres a little drabble, continuing from this part <3

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MK and Mei go to another show a couple weeks later, Heathers again. They tried to get Wukong to come, but couldn't convince him no matter what. MK was then convinced, based on Wukong's reactions to the orignal, that his mentor had a celebrity crush on Macaque.

After the show, a few people lined up to get autographs. Mei went to one of the other actors, while MK went to Macaque.

"Hi! Could I get two photos? I'm here with my friend."

"Not a problem." Macaque took two prepared photos on the table in front of him, a pen in hand and a smile on his face that didn't feel fake, despite how exhausted he was. "Did you guys enjoy the show?"

MK nodded fervently. "Yes!" The boy exclaimed. "This was our second time watching it!"

"Oh really?" Macaque felt a swell of pride at that as he signed the pictures. He always loved when people came back more than once.

MK made a noise of affirmation. "Our other friend came with us last time, but he didn't want to this time. Not to throw him under the bus, but I feel like he's intimidated by you, based on how he reacted last time we were here." He waved his hands around suddenly. "N-not in a bad way, of course!"

Macaque chuckled, picking up a third picture. "Nah, it's fine, I get that a lot. Here, I'll sign one specifically for him. Maybe he'll come back if I do. What's his name?"

"Really? Oh, that'd be great! Uhm, his name is Sun Wukong," he said nervously. "He's kinda my mentor."

Macaque's tail flicked, his grip on the pen tightening as he finally took in exactly who he was talking too. He recognized the boy from the news. The Monkie Kid, Sun Wukong's successor.

Wonderful.

Macaque tried to keep his smile up. "Ah, you're the Monkie Kid."

MK scratched the back of his head. "Ehe, yep. That's me. Monkey King really enjoyed the musical, but I couldn't get him to come this time for some reason."

Macaque was surprised at that. He honestly hadn't expected Wukong to listen when he told him to back off. And he actually enjoyed the show? Then again, he always did like seeing Macaque perform.

"I mean, I can tell he wants to come, but he just wouldn't budge! I have no idea why!" MK blinked, remembering who he was talking to. "Ah—sorry, I didn't mean to ramble."

Macaque held back a sigh as he came to a decision, one he really hoped he wouldn't regret. "You're fine, kid." He finished signing, feeling a twinge of bitterness from writing Wukong's name, and handed over the three photos. "Here. Tell the Monkey King he's welcomed to come back if he wants. So long as he doesn't cause any disturbances, I don't see any issue."

MK beamed at him, his grin bright enough to blind. "Thank you! I'll be sure to tell him that!"

Macaque waved as the boy ran off. He continued the rest of the day as normal, though he felt somewhat on auto pilot.

He really hoped he didn't just make a mistake.

The next day, on Flower Fruit Mountain, MK presented the signed photo to Wukong.

"Here! The guy that played Veronica was super nice and said you're welcomed to come back anytime!"

Wukong took the paper hesitantly, eyes widening at the sight of his name, written in Macaque's hand writing. "Wait, he... what did he say exactly?"

MK tilted his head. "Like, word for word? Uh, well he said so long as you don't cause an disturbances then it'd be fine. Why?"

Wukong felt his heart swell. It was an olive branch, a second chance. But did 'don't cause any disturbances' mean 'don't hurt me again' or 'don't talk to me again'?

He supposed he'd have to find out at the next show.

oop this came out longer than I planned it too hehe. This au has me by the throat now if yall cant tell

[alyeecoffee]

Guys, I'm so sorry for the late post 😭 the drawing took me soooooo long 😖 why can't I draw more faster hhh

Also, it's the field trip AU I'm working on btw

[theworldibuilt4you]

[They focused on their project, really trying to make it the best it could be. While they had some experience repairing their own clothes, it was something else to design a plush from the ground up, especially with such short notice… Fortunately, given the animal they were making, the pattern they cobbled up wasn't beyond their realm of skill.]

[With the help of some soft music, they hardly noticed the hours as they ticked by, until eventually they had begun making the final closing stitches on their little guy. They marveled it, cracking a proud grin as they turned it this way and that in their hands. It was a bit lumpy and not exactly soft, considering all they had available for fabric and stuffing were some old shirts and a flattened pillow, but it emanated more love and care than anything on a shelf ever could. As a final touch, They embroidered a small, thin green zig-zag on the side of one of the arms; a simple snake.]

"Okayyy~! I'm ready with my present! Oh, shoot - I'm supposed to wrap it, aren't I…? Erm, actually, gimmie a second!"

[Yeah… They didn't have anything. The only thing they could do was obscure it with their blanket - there was certainly enough material to do so and keep themselves warm. So they did just that and balled it up in the fabric and hugging it to their chest.]

"Haha, umm… I didn't have anything to wrap it with, so I'm just keeping it hidden for now. But, I'm ready whenever you are!"

[They gave the plush in their arms a squeeze, their excitement ramping as they fiddled with one of the button eyes underneath the blanket. This was all so new to them - it was so warm and fuzzy...]

[...The complete opposite of the cold and lonely Longest Nights they had known their whole life.]

-Addie

[Sonny had looked up towards the screen out of muscle memory in response to hearing his partner, but then remembered he had shut that thing off. He then glanced down to his own item of affection, scouring it and judging it in his hands. Was this good enough? From what little he remembered of his old life, he remembered showering his loved ones with so many gifts his pockets would hurt. He knew it was just something small, something to introduce Addie to the occasion- But he found himself wrapped up in his own self doubts instead of pretty paper and bows.]

[He took a deep breath, just trying to steady himself. He knew that they would most certainly like whatever he had to present to them- It's just that no earthly possession would really speak how much this person meant to him in the first place.]

"J...Just a second-!"

[The man had decided to make one last quick arrangement of the code, pulling things taut and making sure every little spot was as soft as he could manage in such a short time. Then, he tucked it up in his many arms as he could- Wrapping his own thing would just mean more to bring out, and he didn't know if even THIS amount was a good idea.]

[One way to test it though]

"Okay, You know the drill..!"

[So he braced himself, and began to pull himself out of the screen in the very same manner that he usually would. Fingertips gripping the edges first, slowly hoisting himself out from his own veil of static and code.]

[It was definitely a bit more strained than previous journeys outward, the air crackling slightly with electric pulses as he got to pulling out the gift he had formed for them. By the time he got it out, he actually looked quite exhausted, breathing as if he had pulled out something made of heavy, cumbersome lead and not the thing beside him that looked like a long sheet of cloth. Through breaths, he looked up to his lover]

"Ii....- Hooo... I ccc....Couldn't... Couldn't wrap mine neither, darling.. Hhh...Hahaaaah... M-Man alive..."

[kpopsickies]

May I please request Minghao with a cold, maybe during seventeen's Ode to You tour being sad and sneezy? Plus with the members getting back to the hotels and member(s) of your choice comforting & taking care of him ? 

sickie: Minghao

Caretaker: Performance Unit

Jun p.o.v

I had noticed something was off with Minghao. He was much quieter than usual and he also wasn't giving 110% when dancing, which he always did. Even when tired. Throughout the concert I saw his energy decrease, which was understandable, but not the way his was, he seemed much more exhausted than usual. After the final encore ended I went over to my fellow Chinese member, I threw my arm over his shoulder, "hey Hao, how's it going?" He smiled and shrugged, "tired" I frowned slightly, he wasn't usually like this, "you alright?" I asked him, gently pulling him closer, as subtly as I could. "Yep, just tired" he said softly. "Hao-"

"Jun, I'm really fine. Promise" He said, his voice stronger and a bit more confident. Until the last word, his voice wavered slightly, he ducked away from me, and muffled a nearly silent sneeze against his shoulder. "bless you" I said, somewhat surprised. He sniffled and thanked me, his voice cracking slightly. "Hao, are you sick?" I placed my hand to his forehead, earning a groan and a noise of protest. "I think you might be sick" I said, taking my hand down. He nodded, "been feeling a bit rough lately" He said softly, he coughed into his elbow. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"because I'm fine" he said with a forced smile. I shook my head, "let's get you back to the hotel. You need to rest, especially because you're sporting a fever" He nodded, I walked with him back to the car where we met the others of the performance unit. Chan and Sooyoung already seated in the back, "What took you so long" Chan asked, as Minghao and I climbed into the front row. "Hao is sick" I explained, causing the others to look at him. "throwing up sick?" Sooyoung asked, with a cautious glance to Minghao, who shook his head, "Just a cold" He explained, he sniffled and turned away, "Hktsh- ehh- ktchsh- etchssh"

"bless you" we said in unison, "thanks" Hao said, he reached into his pocket and took a crumpled up tissue out. "Hyung, do you want a clean tissue?" The maknae said softly. Hao was blushing a bit, and avoided eye contact but nodded. Chan reached into the back of the car and passed a box up to us. "thank you" Minghao said, he took a few tissues out and blew his nose. Which caused him to sneeze again. "how long have you been sick for?" Sooyoung asked, the car started moving. "I'm not actually sure. I was really tired all day and then before the concert I started to get a stuffy nose. Then throughout the concert I just felt progressively worse. The whole time I was stifling my sneezes so no one would notice. Which made my headache even worse."

"Once we're back at the hotel we'll get you medicated and then into bed so you can rest up and be ready for the rest of the tour" Hao nodded, his eyes were drooping, "tried?" the maknae asked, smiling slightly at him. Hao nodded, "really tired" he sniffled, "Hktchu- kttchu- hhh- ktchU"

"bless you"

"thanks" he sniffled, "do any of you guys have a tissue?" Sooyoung grabbed his bag and began rifling through it, he pulled out a travel pack of tissues. Hao took the tissues and blew his nose, and wiped at his irritated, watery eyes. "ugh, this sucks" he mumbled, "good thing we're almost to the hotel" I said, gently patting him on the shoulder. He smiled at me, "thanks, to all of you" We all shrugged his thanks off, "just want to make sure you're okay hyung" the maknae said with a bright smile. Minghao smiled back. He looked relieved when we got back to the hotel.

"Why don't you get in the shower, it will help you feel more fresh, which will help you feel better" Sooyoung suggested. Minghao nodded, "I'll do that" he left towards the bathroom, pausing once to sneeze, causing him to lose his footing and stumble slightly.

"okay, while he's gone let's get 'sickie ready'" Sooyoung said, Chan and I nodded, understanding what he meant. We moved blankets and pillows to the couch, and set up the TV. Chan began making water for tea, I found a box of tissues and a small trash bag to put next to the couch.

Minghao came downstairs, he had already changed into his pajamas and was drying his hair with a towel. He smiled when he saw the setup. "you guys are literally too nice"

"Just taking care of you" Chan said, I noticed he was blushing slightly. "thank you, all of you"

"Just make sure you rest up and are able to perform, that's the best way to thank us" Sooyoung said with a playful punch to Minghao's arm. "yes sir!" Minghao said jokingly. Minghao lay down on the couch, we all settled in around him. We started a movie, not really caring that Minghao was already half asleep.

[justarandomhelluvablog]

anyway here's screenshots from my favorite scene of the thing- I have watched this again and again because their emotions and the animation here.... it's so good-

Oh the faces of horrible misunderstandings....

He used to be so sweet..... baby boy... look at him, smiling. Who wouldn't love him-

keep this shot right here in mind

This could be the first sign of the Blitz Fizz used to know. He's surprised and confused by Blitz' outbreak, and he probably only thinks Blitz might be telling the truth because Blitz is crying.... like, legitimately crying. The expressions and voices here are so- hhh so good. Like a little moment of realization.

Not shown here bc Idk how to make gifs but the little motion of Fizz unclenching his fists....

And his immediate reaction to seeing the guy with the gun- no hesitation, no panic, he just immediately grabbed Blitz and pulled him to safety. Maybe it's because no matter what he says he still cares, no matter how much anger and resentment he feels he still doesn't want Blitz to die... or maybe it's just because finally, after fifteen years, he's finally getting the answers he's been wanting. He's finally so close to finding out why...

this shot came into my house and punched me in the feels look at them, Blitz' desperation and Fizz' confusion and surprise...

Fizz thought Blitz set the fire on purpose, out of jealousy.... but it was an accident. Blitz was going to confess. You cannot convince me that letter is not a confession, it has a heart and there's a flower- Blitz didn't want the spotlight, he just wanted to be with Fizz.

But Blitz' own self doubts got him, and he didn't.

with how harshly he threw the letter to the ground, he was either already fighting his self worth/self hatred issues, or he realized (maybe bc his father gave Fizz a "wish you were my son" card) that Fizz would never see him as anything more than a friend/brother. Either way I think it's very clear that Blitz had a crush on Fizz.

Remember when I said remember that one screenshot? Yeah this is why- keep in mind at this point in time Blitz was nothing more than a circus kid (tho I think by this time he was in the 18-20 range? Still young but an adult) and has never dealt with anything like this before. Like he said, so much was happening and he was trying to get help- because he didn't think he could help, himself.

Now, onto the scene-

Blitz trying to tell them that Fizz was in there, that he needs help, please- and then....

On the direct opposite side, Tilla's tent (hospital tent? either way, Blitz knows his mother is in there). He runs towards this tent- and to Fizz, all he sees amidst the chaos is Blitz running away.

ALSO. "You have no idea what I lost in that fire." Fizz never even knew Tilla was dead. We realize that's what that line implies, right? Fizz didn't know that Tilla died in the fire.

Fizz trying to hold onto his anger but he can't. Because that fire took so much from everyone there that day.

And-

this very subtle shift in Fizz' expression when Blitz says "I'd hate me too." Blitz doesn't even have to add the "I do hate me, too" for Fizz to clearly understand what's being said here. Again if I could make gifs I would absolutely gif-loop this expression change, screenshots don't do it justice.

And after this, Fizz finally starts asking questions. Why didn't you tell me any of this before? Why didn't you visit me even once? Even just once would have been enough. The revelation that Fizz would have forgiven Blitz a long time ago if he had just told him and apologized and had just... been there for him.

Fizz has been wondering for years, and now that Blitz has opened the door to the conversation, Fizz is nearly begging for the answers.

And then, of course....

"You were all I had left, Fizz. But they told me you didn't want to see me."

"I never told them that!" | "Bullshit. You didn't?" | "No! And no one told me you came!"

And the immediate understanding that they were both lied to. That someone kept them apart. That someone turned them against each other.

Blitz went to see Fizz- to explain, to check on him, to apologize, because that was his best friend and Blitz loved him, and of course he would come, but he was turned away, told Fizz never wants to see him again.

And Fizz, waiting for Blitz to come but having him never show up... never getting his questions answered, having to fill in the blanks- and maybe he's been lied to again and again, kept in the dark, and they never told him that Blitz came.

I wonder who did that... Mammon would be my guess.

But it's interesting to note that immediately after this revelation, Fizz starts fighting. He's not just standing there while Blitz fights- after they finally realize the misunderstanding, not only does Fizz start fighting, too-

They actually start fighting together, playing into both of their strengths- Fizz' speed and flexibility, and Blitz' impressive accuracy with a gun. Fizz might not be good at fighting, but he can sure lift this imp around like a ragdoll, and he's figured out by now that when Blitz aims his gun, he doesn't miss. All Fizz has to do is aim Blitz and Blitz does the rest.

This right here is the face of a guy who knows- yeah, might not be perfect, and there are so many years to make up for, and Blitz still has a lot of making it up to him to do, but he has his friend back. Finally, after so many years- he's back.

Also just- how genuine Blitz' happiness at Fizz' happy relationship is... I love them so much. And how much Blitz loves love? Just knowing Fizz is happy and with someone who truly cares and understands.... and Fizz realizing that Blitz is honestly, genuinely happy for him??

"You're still on the horse thing?!"

Man, some things just don't change in fifteen years.

[a-lucha-brother]

Now let’s talk about Adam

Oh Adam, my poor sweet silly boy, they took you away from me!!!

Seriously, I miss THIS version of Adam Page so much, but at the same time, I love where he’s at right now, it’s incredible storytelling, I just don’t think the crowd are as invested in it as much as they used to be cause, well, he’s just not on tv or wrestling all that much anymore.

I know I know, the concussion happened and all that I get it. But come on man, Adam Page is supposed to be the HHH of AEW (whether you like HHH or not is irrelevant that is Adams star power equivalent) and he’s just not really doing anything anywhere.

Now now I can hear you coming to burn my house down because I’m deliberately ignoring his storyline with Mox, which is literally the best thing going on in AEW right now. But think about it, it’s really only going on because of a couple of things:

1. William Regal left and effectively killed BCC, so they HAD to find something for the guys to do (Bryan goes for MJF, Claudio and Wheeler do ROH stuff and Mox, weeellllllllll) 2. It was logically the ONLY thing they could do that made good use of BOTH men, Jon and Adam. Jon all but had all his storylines go down the drain and so did Adam after the All Out crap (es we’re still feeling the effects of that). Jon had the title put on him again to carry the company, smart, logical, the right decision, but it left Adam in no man’s land. 3. There’s at least something there between those 2 to run with until something clears up story wise. 4. The unfortunate concussion ironically being a blessing in disguise allowing this to persist well beyond it’s intended sell-by date. Now, for me, I bring this all up because.....I worry. About the future, about what’s next for Page. Regardless of who wins the Texas Death Match (written before Revolution) Jon can take is seemingly never-happening break diddly squat, no biggy. But what’s Adam going to do? What, take another break off tv to heal from his wounds? Come on man, we can’t keep doing that with him. What I think NEEDS to happen with Adam is the classic route 1 hero’s journey back to the title picture. A good old fashioned training arc. One that involves him........

Joining the Blackpool Combat Club. Oh yes, you heard me.

We need a long-term, month upon month storyline of Adam Page being trained by all of these maniacs individually into becoming the world champion again. With Bryan Danielson being the final boss, the world champion. Adam Page should climb the rankings from rock bottom (which is where he should be let’s be honest), and have Wheeler, Claudio and Jon in that order, be his boss fights on the road to Bryan Danielson. Make it last all the way to All Out or Full Gear whatever takes your fancy, or hell, even next years Revolution (even though All Out is AEW’s Mania).

Let’s build Adam Page back from nothing into being THE Cowboy once again. And let that also be the way the BCC ends as a faction if that’s the intention with them long term.

[traumxrei-archive]

Yes please lol. I'd love to know what you think of Pomefiore Dorm's secret weapon.

(pomefiore dorm's secret weapon, for the curious)

OK BUT I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS HHH BUT I FINALLY WATCHED IT !!

first off, i already knew it was gonna be great bc it was an animatic by the all mighty promiset, who i'm a huge fan of btw, i love their art sm <3 (go check out their insta !)

i cried over adeuce and their dramatic-ass spotlights in the beginning sjdkfjs AND THEN ROOK APPEARING LIKE A HEAVENLY ENTITY THAT GOT SENT DOWN FROM HEAVEN WHILE WHISTLING— i was still okay by then, crying over how sincere rook looks while whistling, but thEN I LOST IT WHEN EPEL WAS THE SCREAMING COWBOY GUY JSKDFJKSFS

when it panned over to vil just looking like the equivalent of this =.= I'M JUST— i wonder what the hell was going through his mind at that moment. neige trying to self hypnotize and convince himself that it was a nice performance.... meanwhile jamikali looking like proud parents bc THEY were the one that coordinated all of this.