#tried to emulate the show's style for this one

[writingdarling]

Killer Chat L.I's & Dumbass(/aff)!Reader

......

I don't need to explain why I write the things I write

(sorry if I got anything inacurate to the games lore/ooc)

content warning: suggestive (it's one sentence in Ronin's part)

Ronin

You told him you bought windshield wiper fluid

The one with glitter in it

“....Glitter ?”

“Ok, let’s use that big writerly brain of yours and think, how the fuck can you see out of your windshield with fucking glitter on it darlin' ?”

He’s a mechanic so he’s stressing

Mentally calculating how much it could cost cause it’s gonna wreck your damn car

“I can see out of my windshield just fine through the rain, why wouldn’t I be able to see through my favorite thing ever ? 

“Aka, glitter.”

"...."

He’s already on his way to you, cursing whoever even invented that fucking thing

He might be the Devil but even he’s not as unholy as whatever the fuck you bought

A notification lights up his phone

“Anyways, you should come over, I need you to put it in my car.”

He stops right as he’s pulling out of his driveway and slams his head onto the steering wheel

Ronin is going to either beat or fuck some sense into you

Angel

“Angel !”

Angel smiles at your message, she wonders what could have possibly pulled you out of your “focused writing zone” as you called it

“I need your opinion on this, it's really important.”

“Of course baby, what’s up ? :>”

“Hypothetically.”

“If I stuck my tongue on a pole outside, cause I was reminded of the old winter cartoons where the character’s tongue always gets stuck.”

“And now I can’t get off, would you come and get me off/call 911 because I’m too embarrassed to call them myself/I cannot talk cause. Tongue on pole.”

Angel stares at the message for a long time before she calls you on voice chat

“Anghel, I swr esh hyypotekal no act, ah jus-”

“I’m coming and I’m bringing a medical professional.”

Angel can’t help taking a picture when she arrives and sends it in #killer_shit cause she’s sure your pride is dead now

Misaki

“Misaki, babe.” 

Misaki looks up from where they’re reloading their sniper gun, video calling you before work always calmed them down

“Yessss my sugar honey dumpling angel boo-”

Misaki’s voice dies in their throat when you proudly shows off your drawing

It looks like a cross between a 2000’s moe style and a 5 year olds best work, which is too say not their best at all

“I tried to emulate your drawings.”

Misaki is quiet

You peek over your drawing

“Do you like it ?”

Misaki opens their mouth

Closes it

“It’s so beautiful bae, I wanna hang it on every wall in my little old trailer .”

In Misaki’s opinion, the only thing that’s beautiful right now is your beaming happy face

And that’s enough

“I can send it over and you can print it ? Or at least until I can get V to buy me plane tickets to Japan.”

They wonder why they said they’d hang it on every wall in their trailer

V

“V.”

V hums in acknowledgement, phone to his ear as he types up a schedule for the week ahead, for both him and you.

“Remember how you let me take your car to go grocery shopping ?”

“My car plate number is K9 love, just like my handle on the server ? The color of the car is a dark green-”

“No, no.” You grimace

“I have the car, hah. It’s just that…”

V stops typing, listening intently

“Just that ?”

“I…mighthavecrashedyourcarV,I’msosorry-”

“What ?! Are you ok ? Are you stuck, hurt ?!”

V practically teleports to his car (the second one of course cause rich)

“I just crashed into a tree, I’m fine I think, my legs kinda hurt though…”

V sets his phone down on the passenger seat, glad that he has an emergency kit in his car already, he’s already familiar with how clumsy you tend to be.

“Don’t worry about the car, I already have your location, I’m coming to bring you to a hospital.”

He hears you sigh in relief on the other end

“How on Earth did you crash love ?”

You go almost suspiciously quiet.

“....The GPS said to turn left so I took my hands off the wheel to try and remember my left and right.”

…

V puts signs in his car, signaling which way is left or right

He also doesn’t let you drive by yourself anymore

I'm just gonna say that I did actually do that last one, scared the shit outta my mom

[evening-rose-309]

bestie….

Comrade, it is ass-o-clock in the morning as I'm reviewing this.

At first glance, I would say protag dialogue is almost what you would find in a silly happy fun time rpg where you can, in fact, talk down bounty hunters by being too much nerd and too much charming at the same time.

But then the next 5 lines happened. and we ran out of charm.

[synergystar]

I cannot believe no one has made this meme yet.

I tried to emulate the style of the show. This is actually a redraw, but the original was so bad that I’m not going to include it.

[ID: an Owl House comic. Gus points at Hunter with an intense expression, saying: "I know what you are." With a frantic expression, Hunter thinks: "Grimwalker?!" while Gus just smiles, and faces the viewer, with a thought bubble that contains the trans flag. They're in their late Season 2 outfits. End ID.]

[rewiringtoheal]

My Soul Aches For Your Touch

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Reconnecting with a spouse can be challenging, especially when children and mundane tasks take up so much of the day. Sometimes you have to do something drastic in order to shake things up.

warnings: 18+, minor DNI, Reader has a penis, smut.

A/N: This one is a labor of love, nervous to release it into the world but happy it's complete. First time writing anything like this. I tried my best.

Natasha stared at herself in the mirror. The woman staring back at her had softened quite significantly with the domestic life she has been leading. Long gone were the days of powerful thighs and toned arms from countless hours spent in the training room. She knows she still looks beautiful, shapely even but she can’t help scrutinizing the ways in which she has changed. Not just physical changes but the emotional ones as well. The once unphased Black Widow now a mother and wife who wears her heart on her sleeve. She was barely on the cusp of 35 yet she sometimes felt like a has-been stuck in the same boring routine; having traded in saving the world for morning school drop offs. 

Don’t get her wrong, she loves her life. She has everything she had ever dreamed of and never truly dared to hope for. The most amazing spouse and two children who mean the absolute world to her. The changes that have been made to her mind and body over time are a testament to them. And the prolonged feeling of being loved and safe; they have instilled within her. But there was something missing in this wonderful life that left her feeling unfulfilled. A silent yearning to feel desirable again.

She needed a change of pace, desperately. Nothing too drastic, just something to knock her out of the rut she’s been in. If she is honest with herself, she wants to feel like her younger self used to; powerful and untouchable. A world renowned spy with a sexual prowess that rivaled none; making men and women alike beg for a chance to warm her bed.

Which is why despite her nerves she has decided to go through with this tonight. 

She finishes styling her signature auburn curls, the soft waves cascade down her back and shoulders, framing her face in a way that brings attention to supple lips coated in a subtle pink lipstick. She went a bit lighter on the mascara and eyeliner as well, wanting her natural features to shine through, and the green of her eyes had definitely become the star of the show. She smirks, trying to emulate the confidence that used to be second nature to her. 

Before the feelings of embarrassment could take root and she lost the will to continue this facade, she turned on her heels and strode into her closet, determined to find an outfit that would turn heads tonight. She wanted something that showed off her sex appeal; which she knew she still possessed. It just wasn’t something she flaunted anymore. 

She wanted something that was sexy yet sophisticated, settling on an understated black dress and a pair of matching pumps. The light pink lingerie set she had underneath would be quite the surprise for whoever would be finding themselves in her bed. She hopes the discovery makes their heart race. 

She felt a flicker of guilt twist in her stomach at the sensual thought, or perhaps just her nerves continuing to act up. Natasha compartmentalizes those thoughts away as she dresses quickly. It was sister’s night this evening and Yelena’s girlfriend’s family was hosting a bit of a soiree. And her goal for the evening was quite different to her baby sisters.

She took one last glance at herself, making sure she looked put together. She smirked again, this time she truly felt like her old self. For the first time in a long time she felt sexy and emboldened; it was a nice feeling. She turned to leave the walk-in closet, pausing at the entryway, her eyes briefly catching sight of her spouse's dirty boxers haphazardly thrown into their laundry basket. They’re covered in crocodiles with little sunglasses on them. The sight makes her heart pang with sorrow as she fiddles with her wedding ring, taking a deep breath she wiggles the ring until it slides off her finger, before placing it in her jewelry box.   

The front gate alarm pings, signaling that Yelena and Kate have arrived. She shakes the anxious thoughts from her mind not wanting to think about this any longer; steeling her resolve she makes her way out to her ride.

xXx  

You were in desperate need of a thrill. The life you had was one you coveted but the mundane activities that were expected of you everyday had grown rather dull. You knew that doing the same old things wouldn’t get you the results you wanted so you decided to shake things up. Instead of heading straight home after a long day of work, you decided to take up your client's invitation to her fancy soiree. 

After greeting Eleanor Bishop with a warm hello, you head straight toward the bar, asking for an old fashioned with an orange twist. You take a slow deep drink, enjoying the first initial burning sensation that hits the back of your throat. Gently, leaning against the bar you allow the alcohol to settle into your system and just bask in the ease at which it puts your mind. 

You let your eyes sweep across the room looking for a woman that peaks your interest. You knew you weren’t going home alone tonight; a beautiful woman warming your bed may just be the key to shaking up the monotony. You take note of several gorgeous women, some twirling around the dance floor and some chatting amongst peers, when a shimmering waterfall of red caught your eye. 

Your eyes zero in on her, she’s mingling with a group of socialites, an heiress in her own right perhaps. Not an outlandish guess with how she carries herself and the beauty that radiates from her. She’s made to be the center of attention and you can tell she revels in it. It’s not long before the belle of the ball is asked to dance. Some tall aristocrat; he’s handsome you suppose if you're into that sort of thing.  

You take another swig of your drink, allowing yourself to watch her move across the ballroom. The embodiment of grace as she dances.

You were mesmerized by the woman, and there was no way that pretentious asshole was going to be the one taking her home. Her fiery mane shimmered underneath the ballroom lights, the soft curls bouncing with every graceful movement. The black dress she was wearing had your mouth watering; every movement allowed you to see delicious amounts of ivory skin. Her curves were on full display; the thought of sinking your teeth into that voluptuous backside had you weak in the knees. And that damn smirk she’s wearing almost does you in; you swear she’s taunting you.

You want to worship every inch of her. It’s what she deserves being that damn fine. And you know for a fact that this yuppie won’t get on his knees for her.

You shoot back the rest of your drink, before setting down the empty glass, and making your way towards them.

“Excuse me, sweetheart, would you mind if I cut in?” You say almost breathless.

She’s even more gorgeous up close. 

xXx

She had seen you walk in a while ago, the warm greetings exchanged with Eleanor Bishop and the casual way you were leaning against the bar aroused her curiosity. And the form fitted black suit you were wearing aroused more than that. You looked dashing to say the least. 

She felt your gaze linger on her as she socialized, it exhilarated her to be watched in such a shameless manner. You did nothing to hide the desire, lighting up your eyes, your intentions quite clear. 

She smirked before accepting an invitation to dance from a rather stiff businessman, wondering just how far she would have to push you for you to be the one asking. Never taking into account that you would interrupt them. It was bold of you and she was pleased with your actions. 

With your offer accepted the nameless man left without making a scene; just slight disappointment in his eyes. She didn’t even feel a hint of remorse as you took her in your arms. 

She felt a shiver run up her spine as you took command of the dance. Leading her around the ballroom with a finesse that comes with years of practice. 

The two of you moved through the dance with a sensual grace, your bodies flowing together seamlessly, the passionate embrace amplifying the flirtatious atmosphere.

The warmth of your body, the smell of your cologne, and your hungry gaze had Natasha burning with desire. She hadn’t been this turned on in quite some time. 

As the dance was coming to a close she decided she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of your company any longer. 

“Do you want to get out of here?”

You nodded without hesitation, grabbing her hand with tenderness as you led her out of the ballroom. She waved to Yelena before they got too far away, letting her sister know where she was headed. The blonde was grinning ear to ear. 

xXx

The car ride to their final destination was taking entirely too long. She was enchanted by the way your tongue darted out to lick your lips and the subtle bouncing of your left leg. It was one of the only indications she had that you were just as impatient as she was. The other clue she had to go off of was the generous outline of a semi-erect penis making itself visible in those deliciously tight pants of yours. She needed the fire burning between her legs to be satiated this instant. The hand caressing Natasha’s inner thigh was not helping matters.

“Pull over.”

“Sweetheart, we’re almost there.”

She didn’t care. All she cared about was the deep ache she knew could only be satisfied by your cock. As need and lust consumed her; every rational thought left her mind. 

She grabbed the hand resting on her thigh, slowly dragging it up to stroke against soft pink panties, the groan you released let her know you could feel how wet she was. 

“Pull the damn car over, now”

“Fucking hell, you’re already so worked up babe.” You husk, as you pull over onto the side of the road, safely parking. 

Natasha slides into your lap in a hast, “You have no idea.” 

xXx

You situate the seat so she’s comfortable, before pulling that tantalizing mouth of hers into an earth shattering kiss. She whimpers as your assault on her mouth turns frantic; wanting nothing more than to consume her. Delicate hands weave their fingers through your hair, as you work to undo the zipper on the back of her dress. You break away from the kiss briefly to peel it down Natasha’s arms, and to pull the black material down her body to pool around her waist. Fuck, the lacey pink bra covering her breasts makes your cock throb with need. 

Your eyes watch goosebumps erupt on Natasha’s heaving chest; as her flushed skin adjusts to the cool air. She tilts your head up, kissing you hard and desperate. Your tongues massaging one anothers in tandem, every once in a while pausing to suck and swirl your tongues into the caverns of each other's mouths.  

Your arms slip around her sides, fingers caressing the smooth skin of Natasha’s back before unclasping her bra and shimming it down her arms. Discarding it without care as your lips leave that additive mouth of hers to kiss along her jaw. She squirms in your lap, as you nip and lick your way down the line of her throat, leaving a trail of red marks in your wake. 

You pull back and admire the intoxicating woman before you. Those gorgeous emerald eyes that bewitched you from across the ballroom are now blown black with a carnal hunger and her lips are kiss swollen. That lovely shade of pink lipstick is smeared down her chin. And her neck is painted in your love-bites and saliva. She looks wrecked. You could come at the sight alone. 

“Are you going to stare at me all night or are you finally going to touch me?” 

She looks pleased by your admiration, despite what her words may otherwise imply.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been touching you but I promise you’re going to be able to feel me everywhere in a second.”

The pair of soft full breasts attached to this divine being are too tempting to ignore any longer. Your lips descend on her right breast with utter devotion, your tongue flicking over a pretty pink peak; coaxing it taut. Before pulling her nipple into your mouth and suckling. 

She arches into you with a breathless moan, offering more of herself up to you with fervor. As you show equal amounts of attention to each breast your hands caress Natasha’s sides, slowly making their way to her backside. You drag the dress up her hips and expose her center, sliding her panties to the side, your fingers slip through damp curls with ease to massage her clit. 

Natasha shudders from the contact, intuitively grinding her hips into your fingers. She revels in the friction for a little while, feeling the pressure begin to build, and knowing that she needs you inside of her right now. Her hands slide down to your belt buckle, yanking it open, you lift your hips up allowing her to drag your slacks and boxers down in one foul swoop. Her fingers wrap around your thickness with enthusiasm; her hand stroking in a firm but gentle caress.

“Hmm, fuck. I need you so bad.” You groan, thrusting into her hand. 

“Me too, baby. I need you inside me.” Natasha mewls.

Natasha slows her movements, grabbing your tie pulling you into a passionate kiss, her hips lifting up and with your guidance sinks down onto your cock. 

Her back grows taut, needing to take a minute to adjust to the feeling of being so full, before she starts rolling her hips. You grip her backside and begin to thrust up into her. She chants your name as you pick up the pace. Natasha matches your rhythm with vigor, her breath labored as she slams down onto you.

Natasha’s hands find purchase on your shoulders, her fingers crumpling the fabric of your suit jacket as she slides up and down against you. You can’t believe you bothered to get it pressed when this is the only way it should be worn; rumpled and covered in her slick. She rests her forehead against yours, panting into your mouth as your lower halves move in tandem. 

She is so tight and so incredibly warm. You continue to pump into her, her slick wet heat engulfing you as you feel the walls of her core beginning to flutter. With determination, you shove your hand between your gyrating bodies, your thumb sliding through soaked folds to massage her clit. 

You feel her inner walls clamp around you before she lets out a cry of your name, her nails sink into the back of your head and neck as she comes hard against you. The intense stimulation is too much for you to bear as you follow her over the edge with a grunt. 

She continues to keep you close as her breathing begins to mellow out, you sprinkle every inch of bare skin available to you with kisses as she begins to untangle herself from you. Natasha chuckles as she takes in your appearance, your expensive suit is wrinkled beyond repair and your skin is coated in a sheen of sweat. It fills her with a deep sense of satisfaction to have done such a number on you. 

Her eyes flick down between her legs, catching sight of the barely visible waistband of your black boxers, straining against your muscular thighs. They are too dull for her taste. 

“You know the suit was so sexy on you but I have to say I am not a fan of these underwear.” Natasha says, gaze returning to you and it’s full of mischief. 

You look up at her and grin, “Well the next time we fulfill one of our fantasies I promise I’ll buy a new pair of quirky animal boxers. Maybe some polar bears or something.”

She laughed and bit her lip, “Oh, I appreciate the consideration, Detka…” she trails off, lost in thought for a second, “Now tell me more about these fantasies of yours.”

You reach down grasping her left arm, pulling her hand up landing playful nips to the tips of her fingers. “Oh sweetheart, I’ve got so many fantasies revolving around you. Some new ones involving that damn lingerie set. You look so fucking sexy in pink.”

You note the subtle mood shift, the sadness and vulnerability now in Natasha’s eyes, it makes your heart weep.

“Yeah?” She asks tone so hopeful

You knew that the two of you had been stuck in a rut as of late, the monotony of family life not leaving much room for the two of you to nurture your relationship; emotional or sexual. There was a strict schedule for everything concerning the kids and with the long hours you worked, it left a lot of your marriage up in the air. Only really having time for quickies in the shower or watching a movie together at the end of the day. That is if your kids didn’t interrupt the two of you. 

When you were young the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and you know that love changes over time. This however was different and unacceptable to you. Natasha was the love of your life, the sexiest woman in the world in your eyes and the fact that she no longer knew that was gut wrenching. As you look up into her eyes, seeing all the love, hope and desire for you there, you know from this moment on you would do anything to make her feel like the strong, sexy and courageous woman you know her to be.

And after tonight, you know that the fire that burns between you two is still there. All it needs is a little coaxing to ignite it and you were damn sure going to keep that fire fed from now on.

You lift your hand up to caress her cheek, “Natasha, I know our relationship has fallen to the wayside a bit since the kids were born but sweetheart you are still so damn sexy to me. I love you so fucking much. And I am so sorry for letting it get this bad.” 

“I love you too, baby. Please don’t put all of this on you. I know I haven’t been making our marriage a priority either…I’m sorry for that.” Natasha kisses the corner of your mouth. “It’s a relief that after all this time you still think I’m sexy.” She chuckles, gesturing to herself with contempt. “I know I don’t look like I used too.”

“The fact that you don’t believe that your fucking gorgeous and that I crave you like a person in hell craves ice water is on me.” You implore her to see the truth in your words. “I am going to do everything I can to make us a priority again. I'm done always putting the kids first. You deserve to be loved and fucked to your hearts content.” Your voice holds conviction. 

Natasha yanks on your tie pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “Well in that case…maybe we can take advantage of the kids staying with your mom tonight. You can show me just how much you crave me, baby.” 

“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.” You help Natasha slide back over into the passenger seat, and get your clothes in order. “That being said, when we get home Mrs. Y/L you're putting your wedding ring back on.” You send her a playful glare, as you restart the car. “If I ever see that finger bare again…there will be consequences.”

Natasha giggles, “Consequences huh?...mhmm.. I’d like to experience that but…” She winks at you. “It was definitely a bit of a risk I took, I'll admit. I won’t be taking it again. Now drive, baby.”

It was an exhilarating night for the both of you. And as you head down the road toward your shared home, it feels like the beginning of a brand new adventure. 

[kisseobie]

p1harmony and the coquette boyfriend trend

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: none

based on this tiktok trend

a/n: just a cute and silly little reaction (while i work on tumblr girls) inspired by @yunhoszn 𐙚 this trend is sooo over but who gaf if i wanna put a bow on my piwon’s biceps i should be able to like… also piwon as a whole give me the vibes of that picture of the rotc kid saluting with the caption “me when a bad bitch tell me to do something” so i tried to emulate that here too LMAOO

౨ৎ keeho

i already know kyo’s chornically online ass was made aware of this trend even before it actually took off, was going to bring it up to you, but being the stubborn man he is, opted out of doing so because he thinks it should be you begging him to let you tie him up in a little bow!! and he’s so real for that!! goes as far as reposting every single video following the trend he comes across, and starts humming the lana del rey song whenever your near so he can hopefully telepathically send you signals that he wants you to put a bow on his bicep and show him off!! his approach is a bit unconventional but low and behold it somehow works, and when you do ask him to film that tiktok he annoyingly pretends he didn’t even know about the trend in the first place, as if you didn’t pick up on his very obvious signs. says shit like “why a bow? but omg you’re soooo obsessed with me!” (and you are!)

౨ৎ theo

i imagine you bring it up to him and he’s just confused as to why that’s a trend and what its supposed to mean, and even when you explain it to him he still doesn’t get it. you show him examples and he still doesn’t get it. ask you meaningless questions like “why put a bow on me? what does the bow represent? i’ve never heard of this type of couple trend?” but his questioning doesn’t mean that he’s opposed to it!! quite the opposite actually, he’s very endeared over the fact that you want to make a tiktok with him despite your relationship being fairly new. i do think he would rather have little bows in his hair rather than the usual tie around the bicep, please put him in pigtails and call him your pretty princess because it’s what he deserves! you two end up laughing the entire time you style his hair and film the video, and it’s little moments like these that make your relationship oh so sweet

౨ৎ jiung

literally will do anything you ask for him because once he’s locked in, he’s locked in. when you timidly bring it up to him he’s gonna nod at you with big eyes and his little concentrated pout, reassuring you with no hesitation that yes, he would love for you to wrap him in a pink bow, and no, you don’t have to be embarrassed to ask him for anything. i honestly think ji has a bit of a possessive side if his radio conversation with keeho about his future gf dancing up on other men is anything to go off of, and the fact that you want to claim him as your on the internet, even if it is for a silly little trend, makes his heart happy and feeds into that quality of his. once you’ve filmed the tiktok, with one of his pretty fingers adorned with a singular pink bow, he gives you a kiss on the cheek and keeps the bow on for the rest of the day, even if he has practice later. this experience leads him to spending more time on tiktok despite his grandpa personality, and he searches for other couple videos you two can make together in the future :] just so sweetie pie

౨ৎ intak

honestly just like keeho he’s on tiktok all the time and gets behind trends pretty quickly, so when intak begs you to do this new trend he keeps seeing on his for you page you aren’t surprised. honestly, you had also been wanting to participate in the trend, partly because it’s cute and partly because tak has gorgeous arms, but you kept it quiet because you wanted him to work for it! it’s pretty amusing actually, he ends up forcing you to come along with him to the gym when he works out much more often just so he can lift heavy weights and flex his arms for you. he just wants you to deem his biceps worthy of being wrapped in a bow!! please don’t tease him for too long because he will have a permanent sad puppy look on his face for the rest of the month. when you finally cave and wrap his arm in a bow he is sooo cheesed. had this goofy grin on his face and flexes his muscles which results in him accidentally splitting the bow in two, which both pisses you off and turns you on at the same time?

౨ৎ soul

literally is so pliable under your hands, much like jiung he will let you do anything to him with little to no complaints or even acknowledgement. he simply exists to make his girlfriend happy! you don’t even ask him to film the video because you already know the answer will be yes (in the form of a strange sound), so you get to work as soon as you make way into his dorm room. you stay true to shota’s reputation of being slightly abnormal by wrapping the entirety of your roll of ribbon around his entire body, mummifying him from head to toe and topping it off with a delicately tied bow at his ankles. he doesn’t complain throughout the entire process, even if you’ve interrupted his gaming sesh with seob. when you film and publish the ridiculous tiktok, you point your phone towards him so he can appreciate the fruit of your labor, and when he finally does get to see the video for himself he lets out the biggest laugh that puts an equally big smile on your face

౨ৎ jongseob

you both actually discover the trend together! you two have a routine of cuddling up and scrolling through one of your for you pages, alternating phones each night depending on your battery levels. tonight, jongseob has your back against his chest as he scrolls through your tiktok when the trend first pops up on the screen, and you both get intrigued and scroll through the let the light in sound on tiktok to watch more. you don’t say anything to him but seob can tell you want to participate, and he ends up sweetly informing you that “we can do this trend if you want! i don’t have ribbon on me right now though..” and with that your eyes light up. the two of you end up buying ribbon at the craft store the next day for the sole purpose of filming that video, and you both rush to his dorm afterwards to film the tiktok. you end up settling on wrapping the dainty ribbon around both of his arms and torso, the pair of you refilming several times to get it “just right”. just like the other boys, seob is just happy to please his pretty gf!

© kisseobie, please do not repost my writing!

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[wileycap]

The Stupidest Things In Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender: A List

a.k.a.

a whiny rant from someone who has dedicated far too many of their already limited number of braincells to atla i know it's just a tv show but come on this is what tumblr is for let me whine

For your consideration, with many spoilers:

5. Katara Being Smug After Kicking Jet's Ass

In the original, Katara is betrayed by Jet. You can feel the raw emotion in the words "I trusted you! You're sick, and I trusted you!" immediately followed by her concern for the innocent people Jet has seemingly murdered. It's not a triumph, it's a wound, and the next time she sees Jet, her first reaction is "kill on sight".

This is great. It's heartwrenching, it's humanizing, and Katara using violence against Jet isn't a victory for her. It's just pain.

In the live action, Katara very mildly chastises Jet for trying to kill innocent people, which is... an interesting characterization for her, to say the least. Jet then tries to grab her, immediately followed by Katara throwing him and freezing him. She then just tells him goodbye. Her tone is placid, almost unaffected.

And then Jet says "Look at the power you have. That's because of me!"

Katara: "That wasn't you. That was me."

And then she strides off with a small smile, and that's the end of that. Sokka and Aang are not present. It's an incredibly hokey moment that's meant to emulate the style of feminine empowerment, but it has none of the substance. It glosses over any human feelings of hurt and betrayal. All that the it ends up doing is removing a story beat for Katara.

4. The Badgermoles

"They're blind! They sense feelings and react to them! Anger, fear... but mostly love."

Katara and Sokka hold hands in a cave and it makes the badgermole stop attacking them.

The blind badgermoles. Navigate by... love.

Yeah.

Do I need to say anything? Can we all see (pun intended) how stupid that is?

3. Bumi Makes Aang Choose Between Killing Him Or Letting Himself Die To Make The Dumbest Point Imaginable

Remember Bumi? Aang's old friend, a fun, kooky king? Well, here he's an actual fucking psychopath.

He collapses part of the roof onto Aang, and Aang holds it up with airbending. Another part of the roof collapses on Bumi, and Bumi just... shrugs his shoulders, fully intending to die. Aang holds that one up as well, and Bumi, instead of helping, makes the dumbest fucking point I've ever heard about "making tough choices", and urges Aang to let the boulder crush him.

Again. Bumi, the fun, wise king, wants Aang to kill him.

The situation is defused by Katara freezing a little strip on the floor so that Sokka can very slowly slide on it and tackle Bumi to safety. I can not emphasize how slow his slide is. Running would have been faster. Bumi has time to look at him and say "Huh?" as Sokka slowly slides across the floor. Oh, yeah, they were led onto the scene by the love-sensing badgermoles.

Then it's Aang's turn to be dumb. He says "you CAN rely on your friends" and hands Bumi a friendship rock. Bumi is pacified for now, but there is no telling when his next Saw trap will activate.

This made me actually feel bad. I just. I kept expecting for it to turn into a secret lesson, like Bumi in the original show, but it never did. Bumi's just a spiteful psychopath who is easily swayed by the gifting of rocks.

2. Koh The Face-Stealer Has A Backstory Now

Why? Mother of Faces? What? No.

No.

Iroh Is Intimidated By Zhao, And Then He Kills Zhao

Ah, Live Action Iroh. The most ineffectual man on the planet.

So, Zhao has the Moon Koi in a bag, and is ready to stab it with his special stabbing implement. Iroh is standing right behind him. RIGHT BEHIND HIM. Iroh has been there the whole time. Iroh does not want Zhao to kill the fish.

Iroh says: "Whatever you do to that spirit, I'll unleash on you tenfold!"

Remember how in the original, where that was like a big, shocking moment that he got angry? And how Zhao immediately let go of the fish, only to then have his anger get the best of him? How Zhao attacked the spirit by surprise?

Well, here it's a little different. For one, like I already said, Iroh doesn't come in suddenly, he sort of gets bullied into looking for the spirit by Zhao. Then he looks for the spirit, and after Zhao finds it, then he decides that he really has a problem with killing the spirit. He did protest before, but then he kind of just caved and helped anyways.

He threatens Zhao, and Zhao just... brushes him off. "Spare me your empty threats." Then the firebenders next to Iroh sort of... glower at him menacingly, and Iroh looks worried.

Zhao offers Iroh a place at his side once he becomes Fire Lord, which, uh? Okay. Fine. I actually don't have a problem with Zhao wanting to be Fire Lord, that seems to be entirely on brand for him, but everything he does to get to that goal is just stupid.

Aang arrives, they talk, Aang says "I don't matter", and then Iroh, who has sidled past the Glowering Firebenders Who Do Nothing Else, shoots the fish out of Zhao's hands. And then, as Zhao is on the ground, reaching for the fish with his special stabbing implement, Iroh forgets that he can shoot fire out of his hands, and lets Zhao stab the fish.

AND THEN Iroh, who literally stood by two different times and let Zhao kill the fish, decides to kick everyone's ass. And the Glowering Firebenders do nothing. One of them just stands in the background. Iroh doesn't even attack that guy.

In the original, Iroh immediately leaps into action after Zhao kills the spirit by means of surprise attack, takes out Zhao's guards in about a second, and Zhao escapes.

Here, he doesn't do anything at first except help Zhao find the spirit he doesn't want to see killed, then back down, then do something, then back down again, then do something again, then forget that he can do anything, and then he does something again.

It's just... so dumb. (So dumb it's brilliant!) No! It's just dumb!

And then, fifteen minutes later, after Zuko has dueled Zhao, Iroh kills him. Iroh just barbecues him by striking him from behind. Gee, Iroh, if you were willing to do that, why not just do it when Zhao was holding the fish?

Dishonorable mentions:

The fact that all of the actors fit their characters so well and have some great moments, but the show just doesn't support their performances at all. I feel so bad for all of them, being robbed of a chance to shine by some truly awful writing, editing and direction

The Ocean Spirit making Godzilla noises

June flirting with Iroh (didn't they say that they wanted to remove iffy stuff from the original? Well, that whole thing was iffy in the original. Why didn't you cut it entirely?)

Zuko doing the jazz hands to charge an attack

All the clunky and unnecessary exposition (for example: after Aang turns into the Ocean Spirit, Yue immediately turns to Sokka and narrates that Aang has turned into the Ocean Spirit, for almost 30 seconds)

The fact that Aang can only communicate with each Avatar at their shrines

The Ice Moon

The Cabbage Man literally turning to shout his line to the heavens while fire rages around him

The Secret Tunnel song being shoehorned in for no reason

Iroh's entire backstory being shoehorned in for no reason

Ozai being a caring dad actually

Zuko being shocked that Ozai prefers Azula

Gran Gran's speech

The fact that they showed Gyatso being killed by Sozin (literally nobody needed a big action scene, because that's what it was, predicated entirely on the genocide of the Air Nomads)

And finally, the fact that Sokka and Yue's reason for going to the Spirit Oasis is that Momo was fatally injured.

[biowaredisasterbisexual]

Shameless Self-Promotion Saturday Sunday/Sunday Accountability Post

Thanks so much for the tags, @the-sparrohawk and @basedonconjecture!

This was…not my most productive week, admittedly. I’m still coming off the jubilation/crash of having finished:

Getting Into Trouble

My darlings, my babies, my collection of Neve/Rook one-shots that hauled me out of fandom retirement. Love these dorks.

But I’m not done with them yet! I did some light editing this week, mostly on The Ventus Job, but I also wrote a bit more of it. I use Sunday as a self-imposed deadline to post something I wrote in the prior week, tricking my ADHD into letting me a little productive. So I’m being efficient and using this post for that accountability check too!

So, the rough draft (unedited and unbeta’d) opening to the chapter of TVJ I’m currently working on below the cut.

And very gentle tags, if you haven’t already done it, tooooooo: @hyperions-light, @ofcrowsanddragons, @bygonesigh, @mageofquandrix, @dymme, @thedissonantverses, @jouskaroo, @mythals-whore, @davrinsleftpectoral, @skullypettibone, @uchidachi, @galluslonging, @littlemissgeek8, @thatgaymerguyb, @corvus-frugilegus, and @lurkiestvoid, and whoever reads this and wants to!

The Imperator’s manor loomed large in its place atop a hill in Hightown, the rounded spires and forms a testament not only to the building’s place of importance but Ventus’ history as a capital in its own right. The manor itself was surrounded by a large wall, one that unlike others she’d seen in town, Neve noticed no damage to. Either the Antaam had not made it this far into the city’s gates when they’d taken Ventus, or the good Imperator had prioritized using the city’s building materials for aesthetic rehabilitation of the estate over, perhaps, more necessary purposes.

Neve didn’t think it was all that hard to discern which option was likely the correct one.

“Oooh, the light shows!” Sabine said, sounding pleased for possibly the first time since Neve had met her. Back at the inn, the closest any of them had managed was her neutral acceptance of their attire and comportment.

The lights danced across the darkening sky in intricate patterns, timed to the music being played in the courtyard. A favored form of entertainment in the Imperium, and one that allowed the Imperator to ostentatiously present his wealth.

Because, obviously, the well-lit and massive manor on the hill, not to mention his title, would be insufficient otherwise.

“Panem et circenses,” Rook murmured under his breath in Old Tevene. She glanced at him curiously, and he shrugged. “My dad said that every time we went to one of these things. He wasn’t wrong.”

He opened his mouth to continue, but hesitated as they passed the armed mercenaries flanking the estate’s gates. “But a story for another time, I guess,” he said wryly.

The courtyard as they entered was filled with people milling about, enjoying the lights and music while drinking wine and — if she and Rook were lucky, which wasn’t a given — hopefully gossiping as the alcohol loosened their tongues. Most of the attendees wore fashionable robes in latest styles in favor with the Altus class — expensive brocade with glimmering gold dominated the Altus’ custom robes — even the handful of wealthy Laetans and Soporati, who tried to emulate the more expensive attire with similar cuts and fabrics that could possibly fool the uninitiated. But, of course, every Altus was not fooled in the least. Neve knew her Altus classmates at the Circle had been able to pick out fabric quality at twenty paces; they’d surely honed their expertise in the exercise since. And, true to form, distinct groups of attendees were forming along the fabric class divide. The only exceptions to the effort to woo friends and intimidate enemies through dress were the few military officers in formal uniforms, who at least pretended to neither notice nor care.

“Y’know, I don’t get to feel like a show dog or charity case often these days, but this really does take me back,” Rook sighed with feigned wistfulness. Neve snickered, while Sabine elbowed him and glared.

“Remember what I said about you embarrassing me,” she hissed.

He gave her a smile that was the picture of innocence. “To only do it if it upsets your father or brother?”

“No! Not to— well, actually, if the opportunity arises…”

On Neve’s other side, Livinia snorted.

[headcanon-everything]

Bodhi Windbreaker Headcanons

because I don't see enough of him and as someone who is constantly told I emulate the 80s by most people I meet, I am qualified

Goes by he/they pronouns once he's explained that it's an option. he always preferred he over they but they still enjoy "they" as a pronoun (he has pride flags in his hair. I refuse to take criticism)

was raised by his grandmother since he was a kid, his mother was a 60s time capsule and his father was a 50s one

they passed in a freak geocache accident when he was young

loves LOVES showing you movies/music from his time

and if you already know them?? he's ELATED (you have to watch the movies with them anyways though. WILL pout with no shame if you don't want to)

Enjoys comedy movies the most

ABSOLUTELY stole the guitar pose bit from the characters from one of his favourite movies: Bill Etch. Preston, Esquire and Ted Theodore Lockgan (an etch-a-sketch and a bike lock who go on time travel adventures)

Not a fan of horror, in fact kind of a baby about it (is scared of ghosts the most)

not a huge fan of sci-fi either but swears you to secrecy about it because so much iconic sci-fi came out then

but LOVES any cult classic, like the movie about a gang of vamp-tires called "Lost Boys"

Once he gets over the whole ghost thing, him, Zoey, and Rainey like to listen to music together

Likes talking to Rainey about music from the 20s (reminds him of listening with his grandmother)

is fairly soft-spoken, overall. only gets loud when he's freaked out or excited

likes the Hanks but they also are very overwhelming for him

Is very glad the 80s are making a comeback with style and everything

thinks there's not enough guys wearing crop tops of they wanna bring back the 80s (AND HES RIGHT!!!!!)

Not a big fan of drinking either tbh, only goes to the bars to hang out with others

took them a while to get acclimated to everyone, especially the more modern objects

is very sociable and friendly, just gets overwhelmed easily (me too buddy)

phonecia tried introducing him to social media, he just got overwhelmed and now only has a singular Placebook account that has nothing on it

Is susceptible to believing Scandalabra at face value a few times. please help him

once someone pulls him aside and tells him, he'll feel a little betrayed "That was most heinous dude! Did not pass the vibe check! Did I use that right?"

likes hanging out with Dunk and Shelley, they match his energy

Is a little insecure about the lingo tbh, is worried they'll sound "like a grandpa or an uncool dude"

hides his face in his hair when he's feeling extra shy

(based on something @shardthefuckingwhajje said) full name is Bodacious H. Windbreaker

the H stands for Heinous

has only heard it twice in his life, both times he was in MUGO trouble with his grandmother

I didn't even realize this got so long oops looks like I'll have to make another one later

@mintglacier 🫡 the bodhi headcanons, as requested 😌

[chere-indolente]

Half Moon Manicure Set

@therococoprometheus and I teamed up to bring you a set inspired by 1930's nail polish ads ! On my side of this collab you'll find cc nails perfectly suited for 20's, 30's and 40's looks. Check out @therococoprometheus's side here for nail and beauty related vintage clothes and objects ! More pics and download below

In the West, in the 19th and early 20th century, nails were usually cared for and tinted using faintly colored oils or powders that had to be buffed into the nail to achieve a slightly rosier and shinier look. At least by 1917 there was also "nail white", used to get a whiter nail end. Indeed the sought after look in the late 10's and 20's was a pink shiny nails with light contrasting sole and ends. The white nail ends as a beauty standart was pretty classist as it was initially a way to show you didn't belong to the manual laborers (...or at least give the appearance of it) who usually had to dirty their hands (and nails) at work. When liquid nail polish became more widely available in the 20's, this look was emulated by applying the polish solely to the middle of the nail in a crescent shape, and such giving us the half moon manicure an iconic style sported by about every fashionable lady from the late 20s to the late 30s. By the 40's, the half moon manicure started to decline in popularity, the most fashionable looks being either fully painted nails or a version of the half moon manicure with painted ends. By then longer nails were also more popular as can be seen on the likes of Rita Hayworth or Marlene Dietrich. Those nail polishes were quite shiny and a bit sheer so I tried my best to replicate these characteristics in my own cc. The color palette for these cc nails is also directly taken from old nail polish ads.

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These nails with their short and oval shape fit the style most popular in the 20s especially in their (20's) half moon manicure version. Though they could also suit later decade for a shorter more work friendly nail especially in the 40s and solid version.

3 versions : 20s half moon, 40s half moon and solids

for each : 1 bare swatch and 47 colored ones

only available for adults

male and female frame versions

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In the 30's longer and pointier nails became more fashionable and as such these long almond nails in their half moon versions would be perfect for a 30's look. They would also fit perfectly in the 40's in either their solid or 40's half moon version.

3 versions : 30s half moon, 40s half moon and solids

for each : 1 bare swatch and 47 colored ones

only available for adults

male and female frame versions

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Such long nails would not suit 20s or early 30's looks, but would be perfect for 40s or late 30s.

2 versions : 40s half moon and solids

for each : 1 bare swatch and 47 colored ones

only available for adults

male and female frame versions

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Short nails have always been around as they are quite practical at all times but I couldn't fit the half moon design on these in a satisfactory manner so enjoy these nails in a bare (timeless) and solid (40s and up) swatches.

1 bare swatch and 47 solid coloured swatches

only available for adults

male and female frame versions

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Download : dropbox — simfileshare

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Get therococoprometheus's part here

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[nina-renmen]

This is like my first time ever making an "ask" to someone and I'm not even sure if you're taking requests for oneshots and stuff like that at the moment so feel free to ignore this if you arent!!

If you are however, could I ask for a Pickle (Baki) x reader where reader has kind of developed their own style of fighting by emulating the form of Godzilla (any era/version) and Pickle actually gets taken aback?

I don't mind if the reader is written as black or any gender at all nor how it ends, so you can have as much creative freedom with this as you like!

Thank you for considering!

This idea is really interesting! It’d be hard to pass up writing this! I’m not very well versed in Godzilla so if I get anything wrong please correct me!

The air was crisp and cold, the moonlight barely peeking out from the clouds. Y/n groaned, winding her shoulder before hearing a familiar pop. With a sigh of satisfaction coming from her as she continued to walk down the poorly lit streets.

A huffing sound could be heard as she exited the alley way and came out into the open area. An arena across from her held a large hold was in front of her. ‘Isn’t that where pickle was held?’ Y/n thought. Her [eye color] eyes focusing on the damage. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she sensed a presence behind her.

She could not only see her breath but because of the cold air she could see another’s too. Y/n swiftly turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the primitive man’s arms reaching out to grab her. Creating some distance between them, y/n set the grocery bag on the dewy grass. Immediately taking a stance, one that pickle seemed to recognize.

His grin widened, flashing a sharp pair of canines. Unbeknownst to you the prehistoric man was following you, ever since you showed up at that arena to see his fight with Jack. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your voice, the way your eyes lit up just like his when blood was spilt. Not only were you mate worthy but you were strong at that.

But what pickle failed to realize is just how strong you were. Usually the primitive man would know just by looking at someone. But you were so small compared to him. Granite, everyone was.

Without thinking Pickle took quick steps towards you, not realizing that the way his claws were out or the way he flashed his sharp teeth at you was threatening. Immediately y/n pulled her leg back, sinking deeper into her position. Showing off the entirety of it. His eyes widened, stopping in his tracks. The form was so familiar but he couldn’t remember it.

A small growl came from the depths of pickle. His chest rumbling as his eyes narrowed, taking a step back. Where had he seen this stance from?! His mind screamed danger at him, told him to get away. But he wanted you. He needed to have you. He was this close to taking you all for himself, he couldn’t loose now. Who knows when the next opportunity would arise?

Ignoring his consciousness he proceeded anyway only to have a sharp pain go through his body. He didn’t know what had happened until his body went through a concrete building.

He stared up at the ceiling above him, eyes wide. Slowly he sat up, a brick or two falling. Indicating that the building was going to crumble any minute. Pickle stood up, his eyes darting around to find you through all the dust and debri.

Pickle let out a growl when he couldn’t find you, his eyes narrowed as he walked through the debri. He just had you! How could he have let you get away? He would have never expected someone like you to have hit that hard. And your stance…..he hadn’t seen that stance since he was a child.

His ears picked up the sound of rustling. Turning around he almost missed the flash of [hair color] hair fleeing around the corner. Pickle ran after you. Or tried to. A sharp prick stung his neck. And…..he begun to feel drowsy.

Pulling the needle out of him he looked down at it. They were sedating him. An unknown man up on the rooftop, a gun that was loaded with the needles in his hand that was pointed at Pickle. The last thing the primitive man could see was your form walking back up to him. Your warm hands holding his head up as he fell, making sure his skull didn’t crash against the concrete.

He’d just have to try harder next time.

[snowfires]

Best at flirting? From most the least? I have a feeling it’s Killer who’s the best lol

Most to least depends on what style of flirting you’d be most receptive to… though some of them are certainly better than others.

Killer adores flirting, in as many ways as possible. At times, he’ll purposefully be bad at it—cheesy pick up lines, little puns shared in private, cheeky smiles across the table while the others are distracted. Anything to make you smile, or start an oh-so-wonderful string of banter with him.

When he wants to, he’ll flirt properly. He whispers promises in your ear, laces his sentences with hidden meanings, and showers you in words of affirmation until you’re the same flustered mess you were when he first found you.

The main way Killer displays any level of affection, however, is physical touch; and he’s never shy about it. He’s definitely the one who gets the most nuzzles in, the most brushes of his hand along your arm as you pass him in the hall, the most cuddles from behind when you aren’t expecting them…

Horror is more methodical in his flirting. He plans ahead, waiting for the perfect moment to get the reaction he wants out of you. His favourite thing is to catch you alone—in the hallways of the castle or trailing behind the others on a mission—and whisper something that’ll have you freezing in your tracks or hissing a nervous ‘Horror’ while your eyes go wide and your face flushes. Out of everyone at the castle, he’s actually the most suggestive with his flirting.

Nightmare has a much more romantic flair to his flirting, due in part to the fact that his only understanding of romantic relationships (and relationships in general) comes from books. He would definitely take to studying his favourites after getting into a relationship with Reader, trying to emulate the same level of class and elegance as the leads. He strings complements into poetry, leaves you flowers, holds an arm out for you to take and twines one of his tentacles around your shoulder or waist like a proper gentleman. He may never catch you off guard like the others, but Nightmare has his way of making you feel cherished.

Cross is maybe the biggest romantic of the group, but he also gets incredibly flustered when he tries to flirt. Oh, he’ll start out proper and serious—he’s a knight. He can take you out on a date, hold your arm, give you roses, tell you how beautiful you look… but by that point he’s already blushing and stumbling over his own words. Despite that, he’s always very sweet with his words and advances, and never fails to make his devotion clear.

Besides his attempts at proper courtship, Cross loves to leave love letters for you. He’s rather shy should you actually bring them up, though. Cross is also a total mess when you flirt back at him.

Dust doesn’t do flirting in public. ’Public’ extending also to the other members of the group. He struggles to allow himself to have good relationships again, and is uncomfortable sharing his more vulnerable feelings, let alone sharing them in front of a crowd.

Instead, Dust most often shows affection through physical touch—he can, at times, rival Killer’s levels of clinginess. And if he’s not leaning against you, he’s lingering nearby, content to spend time in your company.

There are times though, when he draws you away to his observatory or the grottos in the garden, and a few words slip out; pet names, compliments, gratitude for your powers, and short tangents about soulmates. Considering they are a rarity, you can always be assured that any words of love Dust offers are spoken from the depths of his soul.

Error is terrible at flirting. He’s not keen on admitting he has any attachment to the ‘glitches’ that form Nightmare’s group… nor his… mild feelings (love) for you. But he is also very truthful and often blunt by nature and the longer your relationship goes on, the more he opens up to you.

Don’t expect flowery words or clever puns to make you blush or long-winded poems from him; rather, Error will tell you how he feels in plain words. Perhaps that is nice as well; you never need doubt that, though he considers you and himself ‘glitches’, he does care for you.

Error is also somewhat vain; he lives for attention. While he’ll play any compliments you throw his way as natural, he appreciates it quite a lot. Just be careful—any heavy flirting may cause him to blue screen.

[cheezyburg]

LEAKED HOT ONES EPISODE!! Sean got the best guest of all time

of course the boy is here for his daddy dearest

I tried emulating the show’s art style as best i could 🙏

[charaznablescanontoyota]

i have put EIGHT of my games on sale for the holiday season and you can get the whole bundle for TEN dollars. do you need easy, low-prep entertainment for a winter break friend hangout, or a holiday party? look no further. here are some blurbs about them

banquo at the feast is a mafia/werewolf-style party game where everyone at the table has had a hand in murdering someone, and tries to pin the crime on each other. and also the dead guy's ghost is there to mess with them

the dark sentencer is a tarot-based storytelling game where you play out eleven days in the lives of alien criminals trying to escape the galaxy's most dangerous prison planet

house is a house of leaves inspired map-making game where you draw out the rooms of an eldritch, ever-expanding house as your party explores it! all you need for this one is a deck of cards, a pen, and some paper

catbox is a gmless crime hijinks game meant to emulate movies about people with differing agendas all stuck in a single location together. everyone plays a character with a secret task to complete, and you decide how they intersect explosively

you can check out any time you like... is a firebrands hack where you play the staff, guests, and supernatural anomalies who have taken residence at a sentient hotel outside of time and space that no one can ever leave

at least it was here is a hack of my friend riley's game "if not us then who" that i wrote after watching all of community in a week during early lockdown. make your own college comedy tv show with friends

time to drop is a fast-paced, high-energy game where you play as a heist team full of messy relationships caught in a time loop of their One Last Job until they can get it right

thunder in our hearts is a hack of time to drop where you play as a wedding party stuck in a time loop together until you can pull off a flawless wedding that is determined to go off the rails at every turn

[maniacwatchestheworld]

So here's my second edit of Danny Phantom Ghosts as still-living people! I, of course, HAD to do the Box Ghost! Because he's GREAT and we all love him! Also I personally do genuinely find his general aesthetic and motifs to be interesting... Because his outfit actually implies that he was likely a dock worker or something like that in life...? But his outfit is also genuinely timeless, and he looks like he could fit in as a dock worker at any point from like... 1890 to the modern day! Genuinely. SUCH a good outfit, design, and aesthetic! Just saying. It's REALLY hard to tell when the Box Ghost is from, and that's actually kinda interesting! He genuinely might be one of the show's oldest ghosts! And hey! Look at that! When you invert his colors, he's actually rather sepia-toned! A look that I very much wanted to capture with this edit!

Also for once I was working on an edit in almost prime conditions for doing so. A decently high-resolution image, likely ripped straight from the source, with very little artifacting, and nice and clear, thick lines and color divisions! Almost optimal editing conditions without having the base files or something! Very little struggle with this one! But admittedly, I did draw the background myself. I tried to more or less emulate the show's style, but I also couldn't be too too bothered to make something actually good. So I hope that it's good enough! I just didn't want the Box Ghost to be the only edit that I would do that's transparent and not taken from a scene in the show. :p

Edit is of this piece of official artwork (whose source I'm unaware of).

[radioregine]

random showverse!btr gaming headcanons bc ive been back in my #gamergurl era lately 🎮

-the show lets us know theyre collectively into cod zombies type shooter/survival games, but i also think the guys are into sports games like madden, NHL, nba 2k, FIFA, forza etc

-individually tho i see:

logan being partial to turn-based rpgs (earthbound, fire emblem, pokemon, smt/persona, etc) and grand strategy games (like civ & brigandine etc)

kendall obsessing over simulation games like the sims, tycoon games, citybuilders etc. he's not much of an rpg guy but i can see a heavily-modded skyrim being his exception

carlos playing games like sonic, kart racers (not just mario kart but crash team racing and others) GTA (esp online) ... i think he'd be an early adopter of minecraft as well

james being the king of rhythm games (singstar, karaoke revolution, ddr, guitar hero, just dance, fuckin donkey konga you name it) and is also secretly very popular on 'girly' mmo places like IMVU, Second Life, etc

-they are all heavily into emulation and modding

-they all love arcades and debate about which ones are the best (carlos likes the hybrid arcade/bowling places, logan loves the big warehouse-style joints w hundreds of old school game cabinets, james just likes any place that's got a ddr machine, kendall likes any place that gets his friends to game in harmony + stop bickering)

-if they're at an arcade that gives out prizes, they rely on logan to figure out the payout/win rate for everything to maximize profits; anytime that doesn't work -- well, the old trusty strategy of 'you guys distract employees while i break into the ticket bay of this light gun game' never fails (another tried and true technique is 'you guys distract employees while i violently shake the token dispenser for free unlimited tokens')

-back in minnesota they had LAN parties with a bunch of their homies, they don't do that as often as they'd like at the palmwoods bc of logistics

[gynandromorph]

god this shit took forever to sketch. another NofNA emulation comic. it reminds me of the midterms in secretary, for obvious reasons, but Legend is sort of an inverse secretary situation, where she is exceptional at fighting, but wants to write.

let me see what i can remember...

PS, the blue-eyed black lemur, has been friends with Legend since their mutual first season at college, as mentioned above her reference sketch... they probably became more friendly after being paired up to peer edit each others' work. PS has since graduated from college and works as a markscraft. Legend frequently commissions PS to scribe for her, not only because they are friends, but because PS is one of the few markscrafts in the area who isn't a rodent. many primates go into law or medicine. mainly Legend commissions notetaking in classes -- she is too insecure to share her stories. PS has a more relaxed, informal personality, and i tried to get that across -- i think it's relevant to why she decided to become a markscraft instead of pursuing more intense study. still, i also tried to get across that they are good friends, not just scribe and customer, particularly with the amount of touching that PS does. the impulse to touch and groom is probably innate for her as a primate. there isn't as much information about her species, but in ring-tailed lemurs, lemurs usually only groom based on the strongest bonds, rather than more communal aggregate grooming as a sort of social currency. i honestly don't know what PS would need to note during finals, but i think Legend just Wanted her there anyway.

the bird, DL, fighting the squirrel, GG, is a grey shrike. i imagine him as an average student in the middle of his education, but i think he is in the class for combat purposes, because pressure point manipulation can be incredibly powerful, more so if from a less expected species like a bird.

mr. deciding is a much more serious, no-nonsense teacher, possibly due to his specialty. when you're teaching students how to explode a kidney with a handshake, you probably just play it safe and try to put the fear of god into them before any kidneys get exploded. i wanted this class to have a much heavier emphasis on safety of the participants than the class in secretary, with a more focused goal than "who can beat the shit out of each other better." i think the goal of fighting to show off knowledge here is still Fucking Insane, but it's just. their culture, i guess. you can technically "move" your pressure points, so being able to defend yourself by utilizing this knowledge can also show off what you've retained. the mouse next to him is a proctor, who is an extra teacher brought in to judge and often write for another teacher, but primarily as a peacekeeper and bouncer. in classes where a student can theoretically totally disable a teacher by just touching them once, the precaution is seen as necessary. the mouse is probably a combat-oriented point invocation instructor.

the mandrill, MK, is a first-season or first-year student -- i assume that one class, from midterms to finals, is a season, as secretary seems to start near autumn. midterms have snow, and finals are during early spring. anyway, that's tangential. i think he's very new to the educational system. i pictured him as a medical student. in his fighting style, i made him more defensive; he doesn't really know nearly as much about attacking an opponent in a fight. he does think at least about his opponent's most immediate reactions, but doesn't have enough experience with fighting to think ahead to the degree that Legend does. you can see him make the same mistake that Legend did against Machinations, which disables his non-dominant hand. needless to say, he will probably always be aware of headbutt proximity now. he attempts to use two factures in the fight within a style meant to evoke debilitating vertigo by manipulating the connection between the occular, vestibular, and proprioceptive systems. it's obvious that he created the style from his medical classes. it is fairly empty as far as styles go. interrupted facture: nystagmus, which causes the world to spin around the opponent by involuntarily twitching the eyes back and forth. second facture: strabismus, which misaligns the pupils, primarily impeding aim. denied by Legend because a honey badger does not rely on vision or a vestibular system as much as a primate does -- not something he really considered when making the style. factures that never ended up being used: pursuit, which forces the target to follow a spinning image of themselves instead of looking where they should; and mask's lasting, which forcibly initiates saccadic masking, suppressing the intake of new visual information altogether.

the large bird is a bateleur. the mouse is just a regular house mouse. the lizard is an ornate sandveld lizard. the opponent of the lizard is a common mole-rat, also called an african mole-rat (even though most species of mole-rats live in africa). the monkey god i'm not super sure but i believe it's just a vervet monkey. the other mouse is also a common house mouse.

GG is a second-year student, which is the last year for a rodent. i think she's been kind of aimless -- she thinks incredibly fast as a squirrel, and finds solving problems in the moment to be a much more successful endeavor than trying to plan ahead. she doesn't worry about the future and doesn't ruminate on the past much. she's aware that she isn't the best ever and doesn't apply herself as much as others, but it also doesn't particularly bother her. kind of ironic, given the aesop she slops onto Legend after the fight. i imagine that she will eventually choose the name Serendipity. i tried to write her lack of foresight, but compensatory quick thinking in both fights. like the shrike, GG is a combat-oriented student. the style she briefly introduces at the beginning is called fanciful flower's delightful blight. it is based on the deadly nightshade flower and its berries -- which are toxic, obviously, and a hallucinogenic. squirrels flick their tails for many reasons, and the most common reason is simply a default flicking to attract predators. their tails are designed to "deglove" easily; if a predator lunges for their tail, which is the moving part of them, the skin and fur will tear off, and the squirrel can escape. delightful blight utilizes the attention-grabbing flicking of the squirrel's tail as a nightshade plant to induce a trance-like state. the berries represent temptations so much more pleasing than what you ought to focus on. a nice berry and a flower to smell are so much nicer than struggling in a fight. even when you resist them, they linger in your mind, and "plant seeds" when the berry falls as self-restraint is worn down over repeated abstinence from the temptation. factures induce hallucinations and nausea. she primarily uses the base rodent style to fight Legend here, but also uses base squirrel style twists, which include more acrobatics, backflipping, and contortions.

the two things that really catch Legend off-guard use limbs that she doesn't have, and most opponents don't have -- elbows long enough to use defensively, and a long, rope-like tail. she is otherwise supposed to be fairly adept at analyzing what an opponent will do, usually a few steps ahead, related to her ability to fabricate narratives quickly. you can see her also come up with a lie for kicking GG fairly quickly... she was going to say the impulse was in her legs because she was trying to move away from GG's strike.

anyway if any part of this fight is like... unfathomable i can probably explain. i've already been typing for way too long, lmfao