#what'chu gonna do about it??

[venbetta]

I guess since I can't draw, have some cute headcanons for how the Glamrocks react to getting drawings of them!

Freddy

"You drew me a picture? Show me, I am sure you worked very hard on it!"

He loves receiving drawings from his fans!

He keeps most of them, even if they're just scribbles from a toddler

He especially loves when older fans give him artwork

Even if the person doesn't think their art is good, Freddy makes it a point to hang their picture for the world to see

He has a lot of drawings, but of course he can't keep all of them

He gets sad when staff sorts out the ones they can throw away (yes including the toddler scribbles)

Regardless, if he could keep every drawing in the world, he would.

Roxanne

"You drew a picture of me? Let's see how you drew someone as great as me!"

She seems pleased to get a drawing from a fan

She doesn't get a lot of them but she loves them

She graciously takes toddler scribbles, and secretly coos over them with Chica and Freddy

She can't control her tail when a young fan runs up to her and shows her their drawing

She hangs her favorites up and keeps the rest in her storage to look at later

An older fan giving her a really good drawing has her floored

She definitely boasts about how her fans have the best artistic skills

Monty

"Huh? What'chu got there? Is that for me?"

He doesn't recieve a lot of drawings but when he does, he's flattered

His tail does wag

He lifts his shades to get a better look

When a fan is being hard on themselves, he shoots them down and gives them a hearty pat on the back

He giggles at toddler scribbles, not maliciously

He finds them cute/endearing even if he can't make out any of the shapes

He hangs every drawing up in his storage

Chica

"Oh, is that me?! Lemme see- lemme see!"

She loves her drawings a lot

She's about the same amount as Freddy

She's very encouraging of young artists

Toddler scribbles make her a gushy mess, she squeezes their little cheeks

She gets sad when she can't hang up all of her drawings

...She's probably eaten one of someone's drawings

She's willing to dig through the trash if staff throws away one of her favorite drawings.

DJMM

*Gesture of surprise before excitedly bumping his hands*

He doesn't get a lot of drawings

He's not one for many words, but he’s gonna show his excitement however way he can

He can't really hold the drawings properly, but if you just hold it up close enough for him to see it, thats enough for him

He needs help hanging some of them

He claps and pumps his fist at well made drawings

Toddler scribbles genuinely confuse him but he gives a thumbs up regardless

He easily loses track of his drawings due to how big his attraction is

That's the post... uhm I didn't do Sun because of... reasons (ifykyk)

This was the in my notes app for a couple of weeks

[reashot]

Jaune Phone Call with Papa Arc.

Team JNPR Dorm Room.

Jaune: I'm gonna fail this assignment because my dad won't open up.

Ren: Me and Nora going to fail because our parents were killed because of a Grimm attack.

Pyrrha: Wow I didn't knew that Ren. I'm sorry to hear that. And are you doing Nora's homework?

Nora: Fo'sho. What? You expect me to do my own homework? Please think even less of me.

Ren: Look Jaune, back on topic. A lot of people feel more comfortable talking about personal things when it's not face-to-face.

Nora: Maybe you should try calling your dad.

Jaune: I guess it's worth a shot...

*ring* 🎶

Mistralian Restaurant.

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: H-hey dad. What'chu up to?

Papa Arc: Eating lunch. I just needed a break from work you know. Lately I've been thinking about all the people I've had to kill...

God. The first, five, ten times you take a life it's eerie you remember every detail. I can see all their faces. One had a beard. Each time I pulled the trigger I tied a little knot in my memory no amount of whiskey could loosen...

Nora: *Scoots away from the phone call*

Papa Arc: Of course eventually I stopped caring. Now I can put a bullet through a man's head while figuring out how much VFC to pick up on my way home. It's usually no more than a bucket.

Pyrrha: 😱

Papa Arc: The sick part is I've come to love it. Snuffing out lives. I crave it. I feel like an angel of death, the messenger of eternal darkness, a merciless demon with an unquenchable... Oh! They just put more orange chicken on the Buffett gotta run. *phone ended.

Nora: *Hiding under the bed*

JPR: *Stunned in place*

Back in the Dorm Room

Jaune: I can't turn this in. It's all about my dad killing people.

*someone enters into the room*

Yang: What is this about killing people?

Pyrrha: Hey Yang, it's nothing we're trying to finish our assignment.

Weiss: I already finished mine ages ago. What took you guys so long?

Ren: We're trying to get Jaune's dad to talk about what happened during his time, but so far he's being "uncooperative"...

Blake: How is he being "uncooperative?"

Nora: *shivering* You don't want to know....

Ruby: Oh, maybe I can help you with your dad? 🙂

Jaune: *rub Ruby's head* It's okay Ruby. It's my assignment after all. You don't have to do anything to help me.

Ruby: *purr* 😸 (Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Run my head like you own me. 😚)

Ren: Call your dad again and get him to talk about something else.

*ring* 🎶

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: Hey dad.

Papa Arc: Son, glad you called. I was kind of bumming thinking about your mom.

Jaune: W-what, why?

Yang: (Isn't she the hot one?)

Papa Arc: *sigh* I feel like our lovemaking has lost all its intimacy. We're not attuned to each other's love energy, we're just slamming away...

Jaune: Dad! I'm here with the girls on speakerphone.

Blake: (Don't interrupt him! 😾)

Papa Arc: Hey girls! So, Lovemaking sure can turn into sex without you even noticing it. And why not sex with your mom feels great!

*Team RWBY starts circling in to listen closely.*

Papa Arc: It's easy to think, maybe there is love and then there's the performer in me always trying to get your mom turned on.

Weiss: (Scandalous...)

Papa Arc: I pull her hair, choke her lightly or not so lightly.

Ruby: (I wish Jaune will do that to me one day.🥵)

Jaune: Dad! When you were my age. What was the cost of a loaf of bread.

Papa Arc: The focus becomes how hot she gets. How many times I can make her shudder with pleasure.

RWBY: *giggling*

Jaune: Allright this is enough... *gets tackled to the ground*

Ruby: Don't, disturb your dad! 😠 *gag Jaune's mouth*

Jaune: *muffled scream*

Yang: Dad. What do mom boobs look like?

Papa Arc: I'll tell you Yang they're perfect. Creamy, twins with faint blue veins running over them like cooling streams I can wash my face in it...

Yang: Oh that's hot.... *starts rubbing herself.*

Blake: Hmmph! You never get this hot when you're with me...

Yang: Really? Maybe I should change that then... *long sensual kiss*

So how do you like it my kitty cat?

Blake: ... It's a start. *return kiss*

Ren: Shouldn't we stop this?

Nora: What! No I say we join in and turned it into an orgy.

Ren: Wait, what? *gets mounted by Nora*

Papa Arc: Of course it still wasn't enough for the both of us...

Ruby: So Jaune... Now that everyone are enjoying themselves. Maybe you want to do it with me too? 😊

Jaune: Ruby I...

Pyrrha: You can't! b-because Jaune is mine... *kiss Jaune*

Ruby: *gasp* (How could Pyrrha NTR Jaune away from me? He's mine I saw him first!😫)

Papa Arc: ... And even then we still weren't satisfied. It got so bad your mom decided to bring another woman into our bed to spice things up, as she puts it. Oh, the looks on your mother's face as I plow the other woman in front of her. Turns out your mom likes to look.

Ruby: (Could that be the solution. Me, Jaune and Pyrrha? I mean I do find the both of them to be extremely hot... Ah, who am I kidding. YOLO.) Pyrrha. Can you let me join with you and Jaune? 😇

Pyrrha: Well since you ask nicely...

Jaune: Wait, what do you mean by that? Pyrrha, Ruby why are the two of you looking at me like that??! No, no, no, stay away!!!

Weiss:

(No one wants to be with me 😢)

Papa Arc: And that's why Jaune you probably have another half-sibling running around right now... Oh, you having an Orgy in there? Don't let me stop you, son. But do remember to use protection. Unless you want to have an unexpected surprise like me. But seriously use a condom or I will castrate you... Oops. Gotta go Jaune. My egg fooyong is finally here.

Beacon Academy.

Cardin: ... That's why my Dad walked out of his Dad's funeral & I will walk out of my dad's funeral!

Peter: Great presentation Cardin. Now Jaune you're up. Show me your report on your father.

Jaune: I-I'm sorry, Professor Port but my dad wasn't really willing to answer the questions.

Peter: Nonsense young man. I give you an entire week. What were you even doing all those time?

Ruby: More like what haven't we been doing? 🤭

Pyrrha: *giggle* Stop it Ruby, you going to get us into trouble.

Ruby: I can't help it Pyr. So. Same thing tonight? 😉

Pyrrha: Most definitely, we're not going to let Jaune get any sleep tonight. If you know what I mean.

Peter: Why if I don't know any better, I think you are trying to get out of this assignment?

Jaune: Okay. Is that what you think? Okay professor Port here we go.

*Walks up to the front of the class*

Jaune: *click* Hey dad, I'm calling in front of my history class. So who was the councilman when you were a kid?

Papa Arc: Oh, I don't know but I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not. What so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds when I first wake up. Before I remember who I am and what my life is about. Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. I don't know if there's an afterlife. But who cares. Nothingness couldn't be worse than my meaningless March through my empty days.

Jaune: You see professor Port... Professor Port?

Peter: He's right, it's pointless, Salem will kill us all... Life Dismissed. *jumps through the window*

Nora: I guess class is over?

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance (+guests) as more things that live in my head

Dick: 🎶PTSD... Anxiety... Crippling Depression, there is no question, please just kill me! Let me be with Harambee. I feel like shit every day! I'm asking you nicely, do it by drowning, under the sea!🎶

Tim: 🎶 I've no more fucks to give, my fucks have all run out! I tried to go fuck shopping, but there's no fucks on the shelf!🎶

Brucie Wayne, laying it on thick: 🎶My name is Karen! My hair is shiny. My teeth are perfect. My skirt is tiny. It barely covers my perky hiney. My name is Karen, I might not be smart! That's it.🎶

Bruce: So... who broke it? ... I'm not mad. I just want to know.

Alfred: I did. I broke-

Bruce: No, no you didn't. Tim?

Tim: Don't look at me. Look at Danny.

Danny: What? I didn't break it.

Tim: Huh. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Danny: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Tim: Suspicious.

Babs: If it matters - probably not - but Dick was the last one to use it.

Dick: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Babs: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Dick: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Barbra!

Alfred: Ok, ok! Let’s not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Bruce!

Bruce: No! Who broke it??!

Danny: Bruce... Selina's been awfully quiet.

Selina: REALLY??

Bruce: Yeah! Really.

Selina: Oh, my God!

Bruce: ...

Bruce: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Babs: 🎶I 👏 am ready 👏 for a 👏 nap!🎶

Dick: 🎶 I did it, I did. I jumped, I stepped, right off that cliff without a parachute. I looked over the edge and saw the view of something I could never do. And no part of me knew how, but the moment came and it had to be now, so, I did it, I did. I jumped, I stepped, right off that cliff without a parachute.🎶

Dick: Hey, you guys wanna go get some d-e-s-s-e-r-t?

Tim: Yeah, dude, I need me a t-r-e-a-t

Danny: What'chu guys talkin' about?

Babs: Yeah, why'd you guys just spell des-

Dick: No, no, no, no! Shut up!

Tim: Shh!

Dick: Shut up! Don't say it

Babs: Uh, why?

Tim: Oh, god, how do we tell you this?

Dick: Danny..can't spell

Danny: :)

Babs: ...what?

Tim: He can't spell, so when we talk about something he wants, we spell it out loud so that way he doesn't get too excited

Babs: He's a hero, and he can't handle hearing the word 'treat'?

Danny: Treat?

Dick: No treat!

Danny: Treat?!

Dick: No treat!

Danny: Treat?!?

Dick: No treat!

Danny: Aw...

Babs: Okay, what is happening?

Dick: We told you! He gets excited when he hears the word t-r-e-a-t!

Danny: What'chu talkin' about?

Dick: Taxes.

Danny: Aw, shucks

Babs: So, what, you guys just treat him like a toddler?

Danny: Treat?

Tim: No treat!

Danny: Treat?!

Tim: No treat!!

Danny: Treat?!?

Tim: No treat!!!

Danny: Aw.....

Tim: Dude, you gotta spell if you're talking about f-o-o-d!

Babs: Okay, so, are we getting an s..n-a-c-k?

Danny: Snack?!

Tim: Oh, c'mon!

Dick: Dude, really?

Babs: Come on, I spelled it!

Tim: He knows how to spell 'snack'!

Babs: So he can spell 'snack', but he can't spell 'treat'?!

Danny: Treat?

Babs: No treat!!

Danny: Treat?!

Babs: No treat!!!

Danny: Treat?!?

Babs: No treat!!!!

Danny: God damn it!

Dick: Okay, he's getting fussy; it's time for an n-a-p

Danny: Yeah.. :D

Babs: What does n-a-p spell?

Danny: Party

Dick: LOOK! I'm a teenage girl, I'd rather be anywhere than here! I'm all about long sullen silences, followed by mean comments, followed by more silence! So what's it gonna be: long sullen silence or mean comment? Go on, take your pick.

Tim: ...You got me in a box here.

Dick: AH-HAA!

Dick/Bruce: 🎶Cut my life into pieces!🎶

Danny/Tim: 🎶This is my chocolate bar!🎶

Danny, upon first glance of Wayne Manor: This house is a fucking Nightmare.

Dick: It's Muffin Time!

Danny: Actually, it's 12:30

Dick: Somebody kill me!

Danny: I can't believe giraffes exist but unicorns don't. What's more believable? A house with a horn or a leopard moose camel with a 40 foot neck?

Tim: That's why I switched to caffeine patches. You can stay awake for days with no side effects

Danny: ...

Tim: AHHHH!!!

Danny: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, 🎶Jason Derulo🎶

Child!Dick: ...What if I fall?

Mary Grayson: Oh, but what if you fly?

Danny: No capes! *slap*

Danny: Behold! The spee-i-der

Danny: Objection! Nu uh

Bruce: The fuck you mean 'nu uh'?!

[lucius-morningstar]

Nicknames?

Yes we know Lucius has a hatred for the nickname Luci, but that isn't to say he doesn't have nicknames for others in the hotel. Not all of them are creative, but he has pride in some.. Not all. ------- Vaggie: So you have nicknames for everyone in this hotel. Lucius: Yep.. Some need work but hey it takes time. Vaggie: ...What's your nickname for Alastor. Lucius: Coatrack. Vaggie: *Snorts* Why? Lucius: Seriously look at him. Alastor: *Static* Watch it.. Lucius: Dude looks like a fancy coatrack you'd see in a brothel house. Angel: HA! Alastor: So all that tells me is you've been to a brothel house long enough to know. Lucius: Sure gotta put my coat somewhere. Angel: What about me? Lucius: Legs, you've got the nicest legs in the hotel and the longest. Angel: Guilty. What about Husk? Lucius: Alky Alley Cat. Alastor: Hmm strangely fitting. Husk: Fuck you, but honestly not the worst one I've heard. Lucius: I was going to joke about you being a Hissy fit but- Husk: I'll take the Alky any day over that. Alright, Nifty. Lucius: Hmm Pocket Sized. Vaggie: Why Pocket Sized. Lucius: I cannot tell you how many times I've seen her in my coat pockets. Angel: Cherri? Luicus: Was stuck on Inferno or Wildfire. Angel: I think she'd enjoy Wildfire. Husk: Alright, how about Sir Pentious. Lucius: Wasn't pleasant and working on a better one, so pass for now. Angel: You left out three people. Your sister, your dad and Vaggie. Lucius: Well I was going to go with Deadbeat for my dad but Charlie says that's too mean. Dwarf king was another but again too mean. So I went with Cockatiel. Angel: Why? Lucius: Look at him, man looks like a cockatiel. Angel: ..Fair. Okay Charlie and Vaggie. Vaggie: I'm starting to hate this game.. Lucius: Vaggie hmm.. Let's see Shadow. Vaggie: Why Shadow. Lucius: Cause you're always up my sister's ass. Angel: Then wouldn't Anal probe be better? Vaggie: *glares* Lucius: Charlie's word, it can't be gross either. Angel: Alright what do you call Charlie. Lucius: Lottie. Angel: Lottie? Lucius: Yeup. Although I don't use it often as I use too. I used it more when we we're kids and early teens. I used it a lot when she was in her goth phase. Angel: Hold on she was in a goth phase! Lucius: Oh yea, we both went through phases for a couple of decades. She went goth, I went Punk. Spent a lot of time in Zilla's. Angel: Please tell me you have pictures. Lucius: Oh I have pictures. Vaggie: I'm not sure this is a good idea. Lucius: New nickname, Fun Fucker, because you're always trying to ruin the fun with your fucking mouth! Vaggie: Watch it.. Lucius: Oh what'chu gonna do about it Vagasil! Angel: *Laughs* Oh fuck, I gotta remember that one. Vaggie: Lucius I am not fucking around! Lucius: I'm surprised you even know how guess my sister is good at teaching you something Angel: Kink- Lucius: Not what I meant Angel, and you know it. Vaggie: ..I'm telling Charlie. Lucius: Tattletale!

[beefrobeefcal]

Listen Beefro I’m in the sluttiest mood ever and I just…..

Okay like, I can not. Get over. This thought.

Mouse slipping into bed with Frankie who’s half asleep, she slips in behind him and gives him a few kisses on the nape of his neck, runs her hand over his belly gently and just, gives it a cute little cheeky / teasing few pats. Just for Frankie to giggle and say “hey cut it out” and Mouse teases him just a smidge more for over doing it at dinner.

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

fuck me, Nonnie... I am not strong enough to NOT take the bate.

Rose-tints-my-world-keeps-me-safe-from-my-trouble-and-pain regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie Drabble

The Catfish & The Mouse: A Drunk Mouse Cometh

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mouse returns home from a night out with Hannah.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 722

Content Warning: Drunk Mouse, smut talk, talk of eating, belly praise, belly stuffing, weight gain, overt dirty talk

Author's Notes: I know I said Frankie and Mouse were on hiatus but i am only human and I am weak for these two knuckleheads. Thank you, Nonnie!

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You'd been out with your girlfriends that evening and had come home a little more than a little drunk.

In the hallway before you entered your bedroom, you kicked of your shoes. You were probably being louder than your drunk mind realized, and there was no way that Frankie was asleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Frankie had not fallen asleep. Even if he hadn't over done it to the extreme at dinner, then dessert, then bedtime snack, he wouldn't have been able to sleep, just in case you might call, needing a ride home.

His belly was big and bloated, and he was definitely full. As he laid in bed watching tv in just his sleep shorts, he absent mindedly rubbed his distended stomach. Frankie heard you stumble into the house, giggling and muttering in the hallway, banging against each surface you encounter. He smiled to himself at how not quiet his Mouse was being.

You flung the bedroom door open and stood wobbly at the door, grinning like a fool.

"Hey baby.", Frankie smiled sleepily at you. "You have fun?"

"So much fun... Hannah sung all the songs and I did a cartwheel in the bathroom." you slurred, staggering towards him.

"Oh really?", he grinned, reaching his hand out to you. "You wanna come to bed and tell me about it?"

Frankie knew the moment you fell into bed you would pass out and he had the makeup remover wipes at the ready on his bedside table.

You took his hand and flopped onto your side of the bed, continuing your story about your night out into your pillow.

Frankie was amused and nodded along with the properly timed oh's and uh-huh's. He rolled over to grab the makeup wipes and then felt you arm creep over his full, heavy stomach.

"Wha's this?", you cooed, gripping and poking his belly.

Frankie smiled but tried to sound serious as he grabbed the wipes. "I got your wipes. I'm gonna clean your face so you can go to sleep."

You giggled, pulling your body flush along his back and your hand feeling how much Frankie had indulged this evening.

"Mouse... baby... gotta move." he said softly. "Come on... move it. I can't roll over with you back there."

"Ate good tonight, Frankie... big boy...", you slurred, pressing kisses on the back of his neck.

You patted his belly and gave it a few squeezes.

"What'chu got in here, baby?... you over do it? ate too much? So fuckin' big... fuck...", you huskily growled as you licked and sucked along his neck. You flung your leg over his and try to grind on him.

He let out a giggle that turned into a moan. Frankie closed his eyes and prayed to any higher power to give him strength; he did not want to take advantage of you. You were way too drunk for him to try anything.

"Hey... Mouse, baby... knock it off... ", he huffed still smiling, as his hand moving to your ankle, gently letting his thumb rubs circles on it.

“…so fuckin’ full… tell me what’chu ate… so fuckin’… big boy getting’ fat… so hot… feel you getting’ bigger… fuck you while you stuff your fuckin’ face…”

Your audacity made his eyes go wide and him laugh out loud, completely bowled over by the slurred filth pouring out of your mouth as you grabbed and felt up his full belly.

“Jesus christ, Mouse - cut it out!”, he smiled, pushing you gently and rolling over. He laid on his side as you fought to keep your eyes open while continuing to make incoherent observations. He brought the wipe to your face and hushed you. Your hands came up and tried swatting him away, but he cleaned off your make up gently.

“Good girl… it’s bedtime, baby.”, he cooed softly with a warm smile.

Your musings became less and less intelligible and your hands dropped. Your eyes stayed closed and the last thing Frankie was able to decern from your mouth before you passed completely out was, “Ya fuckin’ hottie, Morales.”

He decided to take everything you said and tuck it away for later use after you’d recovered from the guaranteed hangover you were surely going to be struck with tomorrow.

“Night, princess.”, he whispered with a grin as he kissed your head.

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[darwbycrew]

How dare you P.3:

RWBY V9E6 SPOILERS

Old Man Jaune:...

Weiss:.....you grew a beard....Jaune...are you trying to $%&@?

OMJaune and RBY: !

Weiss: first you had the nerve, the audacity to get thicker than a Ursa Major, with Dat chest and Dat Ass?and don't think for a second that all that armor and clothes is actually hiding them at all , I know what'chu packing and now this, what are trying to do me Jaune?!

OM Jaune: (-_-)... Weiss...look, nows not the time...

Weiss: and DAT Voice! I mean Gawd Damn it, Jaune! you voice sound like the secret love child Solid Snake (Metal Gear Solid) and Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)! What da hell is wrong with you?! Sounding sexier than a Mother!@#$%**, which you about be after tonight!

Ruby: kinda surprised you know who those two are, but Weiss look nows not the time, we have to..

Weiss: NO! No, what we NOT gonna do, is have my daddy issues all out in the open in the best and worst possible way and not having YOU, Mister Arc, not throw some ass my way!

Yang: As much as I enjoy watching this Thirsty version of you Weiss, Jaune looks a bit too depressed for that right now...

Weiss: Thirsty? Depressed? B!#$@, I am DEHYDRATED and DEPRESSED! and the only way to solve both problems is for this MAN (Points at Jaune) to be D- Pressed into these GUTS. (pats and rubs aggressively around her stomach)

Old Man Jaune: yeah, I'v most definitely have gone Mad down here.

Note: you have no idea How much I've waited to post a part 3, I had a gut instinct to wait to put this out and now thanks to that one word of dialogue, My work can continue.

By the way, here is the link for Part 1 and Part 2, I'm going to edit/recon the setting of the first 2 parts to vol 7.

And like before the inspiration of this dialogue is from AceVane, please check out his vids they are hilarious...and teeming with the N word, but very funny.

[trash-bats]

I pay $6.66 to Davey Havok once a month so that I can subsist off of the little serotonin boost I receive each time the "Davey Havok liked your comment" e-mail notification rolls in (and because his Substack posts have honestly been wonderful and well-worth the cost).

Yesterday, I got to remind him about the lip ring story, his soiled icy grey pants (which was totally unacceptable), and the filthy bike-o's cry of "What'chu gonna do about it, pink shoes?" -- a quote that has lived rent-free in my head for the past 15 years :3

[clueless-fan-critic]

Deadpool and Wolverine: Fox's Marvelous Weapons for the MCU

Okay. This movie was made as a cash grab for Deadpool and Wolverine fans. And it's exactly what we all hoped for!!!

These two characters are the most iconic superheroes that FOX has ever greenlit and now they can finally work together as a team... sort off... if you ignore continuity... or not... But it's still pretty great huh?

Moving on...

Let's not beat around the bush and say this isn't technically our Deadpool and Wolverine because of the Multiverse complexity. Like the last time we saw Deadpool, he was time-traveling willy-nilly, not caring about continuity. And Wolverine, well, uhh... he died as an old man. So clearly, the movie is gonna explain this or straight up ignore it.

Honestly, I'm just happy that Deadpool and Wolverine are back in this new adventure from FOX to the MCU with a lot of violence for everyone to enjoy.

Deadpool, Deadpool, What'chu Gonna Do?

We start in the typical Deadpool-style of movie openings: fourth wall breaking, references, and inappropriately awesome lines and fights. The most morbid and hilarious part of the scene was Deadpool digging up Logan's very clearly dead skeleton and using it as a weapon against the TVA agents. But it's those "let's rewind" parts of a movie where the character explains how they got to the point we saw.

The plot is Deadpool feeling he has no purpose and gives up his life as a superhero (but not before reversing time, saving everyone, and leaving things in Deadpool 2 up in the air like where Cable is). He then gets captured by the TVA as his universe will die off because of Logan's death as Logan was an Anchor Being that kept it alive. Deadpool attempts to find another Wolverine to become an Anchor Being, ending up with "the Worst Wolverine." We then go through this journey of self-actualization as Deadpool and Wolverine fight to make themselves matter no matter what the TVA says.

I honestly loved the movie! It felt exactly like the previous Deadpool films without being repetitive and actually elevated and explored Deadpool's character even further. Even if you never seen Loki, it's not needed to quickly understand what's happening: Deadpool is part of MCU or "Sacred Timeline."

The Cameos... Oh, the Cameos!!!

Cameos in this movie not only feel natural to both the story and its in-universe logic, but also satisfies strong nostalgia feels and references galore. Deadpool's trip to find a new anchor shows up various Wolverines from different comic storylines. Even showing us height-accurate Wolverine, Wolverine vs Hulk, and one played by Henry Cavil minus CGI lips.

There are even cameos from past Fox/Marvel properties. Thus, Jennifer Garner's Elektra and Wesley Snipes' Blade return. Because the setting is the Void, a multiversal Mad Max-style world, it makes sense they would be here. Even Chris Evans reprises his role as Johnny Storm/Human Torch. Only to get defeated, humiliated, and killed within a couple of minutes. The cameo characters also drive the plot where it needs to be, especially X-23 who has a convo with Wolverine about being always the wrong person, but always showing up when it counts.

People will argue that this serves as forced fan service, but Deadpool was always a fan servicey character since his first legit movie. But actually seeing Mutants in the MCU has really got my ideas pumping for what might come in the future.

Mutant Saga Begins

It's quite possible that Deadpool and Wolverine will return in some way, shape, or form to explore the MCU's take of Mutants and the X-Men. Sure, Cassandra Nova won't be coming back, but there are plenty of villains to pit against the X-Men.

The Krakoa Era may definitely be the answer to revamping the X-Men in the MCU, acting more as heroes to mutants and villains to the heroes we've known.

Here's to hoping Disney and Marvel get the idea that we want movies which care about the audience instead of pumping them until they're full.

What I Hope...

Honestly, as a fan of superheroes and an off-and-on MCU fan, I had a lot of doubts about the sheer complexity and magnitude the MCU must deal with. But watching Deadpool and Wolverine actually made me go back to that point where superhero movies felt fresh and exciting. I really hope they do movies like this in the future.

[deviantartdramanow]

deviantart(.)com/youcef106/about "If you are Jew or Christian. You are welcome to watch me. If not I will block you" what if one of your friends is not a christian nor a jew, what'chu gonna do? beg for them to unwatch you?

[reashot]

Red Riding Jaune part 1. Feat. Wolf Faunus Ruby

Narrator: In the middle of a dark forest. Someone wearing a red hood can be seen skipping gayly through the forest with a basket in hand.

Jaune: Oh dear. I hope dearest grandmother would like what I have for her. I bring her favorite dishes after all.

Narrator: And so Jaune the ever dutiful grandson Braves the dark and scary forest to feed her starving grandmother. And so he went merrily skipping through the forest until he caught the attention of a rather big... I mean Small Bad Wolf.

Ruby: Hey there sweet cheeks. What'chu got there? 😘

Narrator: The wolf playfully said to the blonde red riding Hood. And she seems to be hungry in more ways than one

Jaune: Ah! A wolf. I know you. My sister told me to watch out for someone like you. You will try to trick me so you can eat me.

Ruby: (Oh, I will try to eat you all right. Just not in the way you think. 😏) No, no. I'm the "good" Wolf, see. I don't want to eat you. I just want to be your friend and friend shares what they have after all. Like sharing that Pic-uh-nick basket you got over there. 🤤

Narrator: In the blink of an eye the wolf girl suddenly appears in the inside of red riding hood's cloak. Peeking from inside the cloak, to see the price in front of her.

Jaune: Oh, you want to be a friend miss wolf? I can do that. But I can't give you the basket. I'm sorry it's for my grandmother you see.

Ruby: But there's so many and I bet she can't even eat the entire thing. Surely you can share a few bite? 😼

Jaune: No can do miss wolf. This for grandma only but I can share you a cookie if you want?

Ruby: Cookie 🍪? Gimme, gimme, gimme! 😆

Jaune: Okay here you go miss wolf...

Ruby: *bite* ohhh.... So gooood.... You got any more? There's gotta be more right? 🥺

Jaune: I'm sorry but that's all I can give you. *Pats head* Tell you what, miss wolf. How about I'll come back tomorrow and I'll give you an entire basket of cookies. What do you say?

Ruby: *purr* Really?! You promise. You promise me right? Don't try to lie to me because I'm smarter than the average wolf. Oh and don't call me miss wolf. My name is Ruby so please use my name. 🤗

Jaune: Okay Ruby. My name is Jaune. And don't worry I won't forget so be a good girl and wait for me okay?

Ruby: Okay Jaune. 🥰🥰🥰

Narrator: And so both Jaune and Ruby said their farewell to each other. As they wave goodbye Jaune accidentally dropped his handkerchief. Ruby notices it decides to pick it up...

Ruby: Jaune wait! You forgot your... *snort*

Narrator: Upon inhaling Jaune's scent. Ruby then suddenly remember what her mother warned her about.

Summer: Remember Ruby, when us Wolf Faunus catches a scent of a potential mate we will go into a mating frenzy and we will not stop until we satiate our lust. And by the way that's also how I made you with your father.

Ruby: *exhale* Oh I'm so gonna violate him... 👹

[nebula-drcams]

( X )

"Yeah I called you a Broad. What'chu gonna do about it, Broad? You ain't so tough."

"I bet I could take you on."

"Broad."

" ... You're calling me a broad because you want to fight me .. ? Mayhaps Urianger was right in his words after all .. "

   Not like she didn't believe he was wrong in the first place.

[the-stray-liger]

REPORT TIME BAYBEEE!!!!!!

Fate: Our campaign is over! It was a hella fun one-shot ngl. Makes me excited for when the GM decides to run a full campaign.

So on the tea! Shortly after meeting Gilgamesh, we went to a shopping district to investigate some fun happenings. People getting beat left and right, impossible robberies and the local Yakuza is also losing a lot of people.

Our lovely vampire matriarch Margerite succesfully manages to abduct one of the robbers we caught red-handed. They're all Magi. Then bullets started flying. Magical bullets. Our friendly Homunculus Nonou tried to use shapeshifting to avoid incoming bullets, but soon found himself under a *heavy* barrage.

And then we realized that all that fire was coming from a single person. A girl in Japanese garb but with a Western-style military vest. And a FUCK TON of matchlocks. Like, Mami Tomoe-level fuck ton. So yeah, we found Archer! And she says how our blood will fuel her war machine and goes 2nd Ammendment on us.

Our Lancer Vercingetorix managed to get the jump on her, and now we had to fill a clock to make her realize fighting us is gonna suck. My bird-loving Magi Nash was and our Russian anti-bourgeoisie cousin Vlaz teamed up to deliver a superb combo of rocket launcher and Thunderbird blasts. Coupled with Vercingetorix throwing spears left and right, we filled the clock! And now Archer's pissed xD

Fate 2: Now Archer's furious her fun's being spoiled and goes on the offensive and Vercingetorix is getting the workout of his life. Somewhere else... Dearest Auntie is being accosted by someone firing holy arrows at her. Her Dead Apostle senses can tell they're not a Servant, but a human. Though a very powerful one. Russian Boi tries to help her by gunning him down and gets an arrow for his efforts, so Margaerite is ready to square up, injuring this bowman and getting some of his blood. She's about to continue until she sees that he's got a companion, a girl in a grey hood carrying a bird cage. Girlie summons a freaking spear made of freaking light. The bowman then summons a holy blade... all seems lost... Until Vlaz shows up. He storms right up to where the man and the girl are with an arrow sticking out of his chest and literally demands to speak with whoever's in charge much to the guy's complete BEFUDDLEMENT. Like, there's this Russian man Karen-ing right in your face, what'chu gonna do? This catches him so off guard that he literally puts his hands up and gives up. Like, he literally went "You dare shoot arrow at Vlaz??? Shoot his body like the bullseye??? Oh, jail for bowman!!!" and the bowman is like "But you shot me first!" and the retort is "But do you have bullet sticking out of CHEST??" and this goes on until the thing in the bird cage dissipates the spear and tells us all to give it a call once us ladies finish our slap contest xD And thus the bowman and the Magi leave, thoroughly confused at what just transpired. Margaerite and Vlaz make it just in time to see Archer kicking our asses. Nash is busy keeping up distractions with illusions of herself and Nonou the Homunculus, but Archer just guns them down and finally has Nonou on her sights... until Nash managed to land a good Gandr shot to briefly knock her off balance... and then I just shouted "Get her Vercingetorix." The entire battlefield went STILL Fate 3: So yeah, I blurted out Vercingetorix's name. It was really an oversight on my part, but given how impulsive Nash is, I just rolled with it xD Archer legit stopped mid-gight to say "Nani?!" before getting clocked on the face by Torix. When everyone gathered, we then unleashed an All-Out Attack. Me with my bird magic summoning lightning bolts, Vlaz with his Reinforcement-enchanted guns, Nonou by revealing he can transfrom into the fucking Hulk and Margaerite with her fucking hands xD We forced Archer to unleash her Noble Phantasm. And then the dice were nice to me and I was able to roll a Critical, meaning that this 16-year old girl not only managed to deflect all of Archer's bullets. She did so well she actually finished filling Archer's defeat clock and force her to surrender. And with that, we were allowed to go back home. I got chastised severely for blowing up Torix's cover, we learned that the bowman and the Magi Margaerite fought are Shirou Emiya and Gray... and more importantly, that El-Melloi was indeed active and present. So with that, I decided to sneak out of the mansion (Rolling very well on my Sneaking roll) and defected to El Melloi. And that's how it went! Breaking News: second Report has hit Nate Gundam: Was resolved relatively quickly xD Turns out Alicia was so good at buttering up the captain in charge of the base that she was able to pass Makeda's wandering off as her being incompetent at her job T-T Then we got into a catfight because Alicia had the gall of "firing" and getting her escorted out of the base. Horrible, I know. But eventually we found plenty of stuff: One, the Noisy Fairies are canon here O-O Two, Goufs are soon gonna be Canon here. Three, Cleopatra Dessan is MAD PISSED. Once we finished the mission, we found that she has managed to figure out where we are located and has sent us a threat: Either we release Tetra and come fight her, or she will have her allied squads massacre one thousand Federation civilians for every day we delay in giving her back. So yeah, a season finale is upon us!

I wish I could provide Thoughts but it's like 32°C in my apartment and all I can really think about is that I'm SO fucking jealous that you're having all these cool adventures dlkfasdfjad Im so glad you're having so much fun this is fucking FANTASTIC

[yurhighnessmio]

✍You are cursed. Every evil deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, good deeds will grant you more time.

Short Story #3 - February 15, 2022; Tuesday; 11:58pm

Do I push this random old woman on a busy street or do I help her cross the road?—was probably the hardest question I had to ask myself in my life.

I am a villain. Well, to be more specific, I'm just a petty thief...who is also, not only hot looking—mind you—but also pretty much of a great guy overall. Don't question that, you don't have to.

Although, I'm kind of an ass, I don't deny that. I mean, what thief isn't a piece of shit, really? Yeah, I steal. Maybe beat a few motherfuckers up here and there when I feel like it. No biggie.

Though, I have to admit, it's not like I have a choice but to do this. This shit happens apparently when you drop off of six grade just because you feel like it. Don't blame me—How was I supposed to know things were gonna turn out this way? It ain't my fault.

You live with what'chu got, and you learn to like it. I mean, I do one job: I steal a few wallets a day then BOOM—I get cash. No working in the office listening to a bunch of good-for-nothings yelling at you to do better. No struggling to pay shitty bills you ain't wanna pay. No wasting hours working all day only to be payed what? Fifty bucks? No. None of that.

You hear how great that is? Damn.

But, you see here, I'm kind of in a bit of a mess and stuff. See, something's happened...I met a bitch, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada—anyways, she got herself a lil too pissed. If you know what I mean?

See, in the thievery industry, you gotta at least have a clue who tf you're messing with. Can't just put your hands in just anybody's pants, if you catch my drift—although, yes, sex? Do your own thing when it comes to that. Fuck a stranger, fuck a friend, fuck a teacher. Do it...Bless you.

Back to the thing. I make her a little mad. She's not happy about it. I made her lose her shit. She's not happy about that either. Stuff happens, yada, yada, and now everytime I do my shit, I'm fucking dying.

Like, what the fuck? What'd I ever do to her dumbass? I returned her wallet, didn't I? Maybe not the money and the credit cards, but the wallet. And isn't that enough? Piece of shit needs to humble herself a bit. Really.

Back to the point, alright, I live, I do my job, right? And all of the sudden, everytime some crazy stuff happens, I feel this fucked up urge telling me that I'm 'bout to be 56 years away from dying. Like, what the hell, man. I mean I get it, I'm not complaining, 56's a lot—I'm actually really satisfied when it comes to that but, you know, what the actual fucking fuck? You know?

Ain't no one's supposed to know shit like that. What am I? A wizard? I ain't no Potter kid, alright? And I can't even tell nobody 'bout this shit cause they'll just think I've lost my cheeseballs...probably will laugh like dumb motherfuckers too, them pieces of shit. All because of that bitch—

At first, I didn't care and sort of ignored it. Cause, duh? What's a bro gotta do when you suddenly feel something telling you that you're dying in 56 years? Exactly. Nothing.

So I continued my shit but fuck, man, the number just keep droppin'. I keep on telling myself, you know, this is all me. It ain't real.

But then, I get this great idea to be a little, and I mean a little, experimental about it. It's sort of like, a guessing game, right? I guess what happens if I do this, I guess what happens if I do that, if I hit someone in the face, if I fuck their wife that I see in the pub, you get me? And man! It was the funnest mother fucking shit I've ever done in my life.

Like, I can say stuff like, "I wonder what's it worth hitting you face?" And they wont know jackshit! Ha! Things were too good. If it were gonna go down regardless of the things I do, then I might as well have fun with it.

So I punch a drug dealer's face—Awesome. I fuck a priest at the altar—Hilarious! I push a bro out of his own fucking balcony—he didn't die, there was a pile of trash below him, but he did sprain his leg and smell like shit—Fucking. Wicked!

Then one day, I walk out of a convenient store after pick-pocketing a few wallets and suddenly I feel my life bar says:

30 minutes; 42 seconds.

What...do I do...? What do I do? What. The. Fuck. Do. I. Mother. Fuckin'. Do?.....Bitch, I run! That's what I do.

I don't wanna fucking die. Yeah, I didn't believe this shit at first. Was it stupid? Who tf knows? Do you believe a motherfucker is robbing a bank before he pulls the gun out? Hell no. You embrace your own cajones. That's wha'chu fuckin' do.

To say that I choked on my own spit because of it is an exaggeration. Though, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to do anything about it. So I make sure not to lose my wallets and instead lose my damn shit as I try to look for something nice to do.

It's happened so often than not that when I actually do something nice for once, I get older. No, not get older, like, I don't die. Not like, the immortal type of not dying—I don't even know if that's possible—just, I don't die as early. I live longer—if you understand.

But what the heck can I even do? I don't wanna go around town like a moron going on and helping people for the rest of my life. I have a job. A responsibility to take care of my own ass—nevermind the mention of helping other people. I'm hard enough to maintain as I am.

All because of that bitch. I mean seriously, who does these to people? Witches! God, I didn't even think those things existed—If I knew, I would've backed the fuck out that instant but I didn't. Now I'm dying! What the heck—and I thought I was an asshole?

Looking for something nice to do at the side of a road is not so easy when there's really only one person I can help out: an old woman in her midnight dress and a cane that looks like she could have diabetes, maybe arthritis, who knows?

I gotta help her. But, then again, Help? Really? What am I, a bitch?

My blood is boiling and I don't really feel like helping an old piece of shit like her. I groan as I walk close, eyes darting to the road and back to her. I'm having a crisis:

Do I push this random old woman on a busy street or do I help her cross the road?

Vehicles of all kinds—cars, cheap ones, expensive ones, trucks, motorbikes, ambulances(three of them)—look like they're irking to run over a poor old lady right about now.

I remember the bitch that made me this way. Doing her Harry fucking Potter bullshit on me like there won't be consequences. Wait 'till I discover the existences of witch police. Definitely gonna get her sorry ass arrested.

I'm too pissed. Too pissed to even wanna move an inch from where I stood—staring at her like a damn predator. I am not into grannies, don't even start.

So I push her—mentally, as I actually lend her a hand and help her cross the street, holding her hand like old peope do in tv's.

"Why thank you, young man. Not very many people offer to help old folks like me these days. Your mother must be so proud!"

"Whatever, man." I can't even look at her.

When I reached the other end of the road, I drop her off. It was a fairly large town, but not many people like to go out. So, I wasn't surprised when all I saw at the other end was a mother, her child, and a beggar that seemed to be distracting the woman by insistently begging for coins.

The granny gave her thanks, and walked away. I feel my bar change.

1 day; 29 minutes; 32 seconds.

That's it? One!? I thought, Not to complain, but I worked too hard walking with that old hag's pace just to be added one day to my life. Whoever's in charge with handling my shit is a selfish prick and they fucking know it.

Out of anger, my eyes wander just enough to  see how the child is actually holding a lollipop. My stomach grumbles and I smile at the midget. Then I grab the lollipop and run for it the opposite direction before shoving the thing in my mouth.

I laugh like it's the end of the world. I could hear the child cry. I could also sense my bar change.

28 minutes; 56 seconds.

Son of a bitch.

🌟

Questions?

Comments?

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Have a great day.

[quacksblue]

❛ but everyone does abba ! ❜ and considering dewey's need to always do more , to be noticed , picking an abba song for karaoke sounded like the opposite of what he should aim for . he did feel a little pathetic , especially when tootie brought up his unacceptable work conditions . why was he still working at neverland anyway ?! ❛ not if i want a raise , tootie , which i've been trying to convince my boss of for a while now , ❜ the middle duck rolls his eyes at the fact . at least he hadn't told uncle scrooge about any of this ; the struggle did not have to be so real that it reached his family's ears . despite the frustration , dewey puts on a smile , already sick of acting like a downer . ❛ cheer up ! what'chu you gonna sing , huh , and what do you wanna drink ? ❜

"What? Why not? You've gotta do ABBA, it's a classic!" Tootie retorted, knowing that a few of her go to songs were highly featured in Mamma Mia. Sighing, she leaned against the booth, watching the people milling around before focusing on Dewey. This was one of the moments she wished she had some of Trixie's power - telling someone to do something and they listened. But alas. "You're really trying to tell me you don't get a freebie song while you're on the clock? I'm not believing it."

[dreamscrape-navigator]

paradoxical existence

Some hate to live with pain

but can’t survive without it

.

Some hate to live in peace

but cannot fight around it

.

Some hate to live at night

but cannot sleep throughout it

.

And the very reason of life

for all we've searched

and all we've lived

.

Nobody's ever found it

[howdoyousleep3]

Today I’m thinking about a bit of a quiet puppy Steve, one where he’s not quite in a negative place, but one where he’s also very aware of his feelings and his fragility.

It is a mood that requires a gentle voice, a soft touch, constant closeness. It isn't one that tends to come out of nowhere, James able to see it coming from a mile away, so he's more than prepared to support his partner. It is a mood that James responds to beautifully: coaxing Steve out of bed with promises of the sweetest of coffees, dressing him in cozy clothes (most of which belong to James himself of course), insisting Steve bring his sketchbook, laptop, and current read with them to the office to preoccupy his time without expectation. It's a day where words are few and far between, instead looks and noises acceptable and encouraged.

It’s days like today where Steve foregoes underwear, wishes to stay easily accessible for Daddy’s wants and needs. But Daddy’s wants and needs are strictly tied to what Steve requires while in this mood and that is grounding touches. James calls him over to his desk between necessary work tasks, gives him small commands that he can easily follow, keeps Steve hard with touches and coos and praise. He takes full advantage of these moments and dotes on Steve in the quietest of voices, spoils him silly, provides him with that purpose only a Daddy can give.

“Shh, you’re alright, you’re okay. Aren’t you, babydoll? Look how pretty this little cock is, all for me, stayin’ hard for Daddy just like he wants. You’re not gonna come are you, sweetheart? Gonna stay this hard, all for me, for as long as I want? Mhmm, tell me, say it. Mmm, so pretty, pup. That's it, gimme a kiss. Go grab your sketchbook and come back and sit on my lap and show me what'chu been workin' on all morning..."

With this precious of a day, this much attention and care, Steve has no choice but to feel lighter as they leave the office that afternoon. Not a care in the world, belly pleasantly full of food Daddy hand-fed him, this ache in his core that has built all day that he doesn't wish to address or get rid of; this day was everything he needed it to be.

He tells Daddy just that in the shower later that night, mumbles it into the underside of James' jaw, steam billowing all around them as the older man smooths a loofa down the line of his back, over his arms. Lips at Steve temple, trailing down to his ear, James promises—

"I love you. I'll always take care'a you, sweet boy..."

It's days like today that end with Steve showing his appreciation and love for his Daddy on his knees in that shower with a lax and sloppy mouth. His eyes never stray from James' own as he hangs onto every bit of praise he's given, as his eyelids grow heavy with the greedy and rhythmic slide of Daddy's girthy cock on his tongue.

It's days like today that Steve drifts asleep against James' chest hard and happy, refueled and loved, soft yet strong. 💙

(shout out and endless thanks to my @sheetsforwhichimmade for always shouting across the ocean to me about these two, whether it be soft or smutty ❤️ I swear you know these two better than I do)