#when this gets animated it’s gonna be over for me

[star-suh]

When the Nerd’s a Fuckboy

Jake Sim x Male Reader

an: just realized part of this fic is similar to the minho bit in the week of wonders one so forgive me for recycling material 😭😭

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yn has been failing his math subject on college, “why the fuck did i choose this degree when i hate maths so much” he cried in the shoulders of his friend sunghoon, “because you are a dumbass” he replied unfazed. “ugh.. whatever” yn blurted out while holding his chest, showing to his friend how much his words hurted him. “instead of being here crying, why won’t you ask one of your classmates, the most intelligent perhaps, to help you with the subject?”.

“hmm the smarter one… who’s the smarty pants in my class?” yn was lost into thinking about it that sunghonn thought he was simply dissociating, “oh fuck no, IT’S JAKEE!!” he yelled making everybody who’s passing by to turn their heads towards the pair of friends, sunghoon covering his eyes with his hand, “the fuck” he murmured embarrased. “sorry by the way but i can’t ask him to help me”, yn exclaimed, “why?” the other asks. “he’s just too scary to approach, he’s a smart guy but he gives off bad boy vibes like a fuckboy”.

“well that sounds off, how can a nerd be a fuckboy. aren’t you just overreacting yn?” sunghoon says with curiosity in his voice, “accompany me to the classroom, you'll see him there”.

“fuck he does give those vibes ynnie, he for sure likes it rough”, “oh my god sunghoon shut up” yn's face lit up in a shade of red, “go to your classroom pervert”. sunghoon waves a goodbye while laughing his ass off. “is he like that?” yn murmurs in a low voice when entering the classroom. 

minutes passed and yn was indecisive if talking to jake or not, the idea sunghoon implanted on his brain not leaving him alone, it's like a ghost coming time to time to haunt him. jake is such a hot guy that everyone who sees him from afar would think he's the bully of the class but they get surprised when they see how he's so nerdy. “h-hi” yn greeted jake, “hello” he greets back while still eyeing the notes written on his notebook, “i was wondering if you umm… could help me with math” yn’s whole body still, nervousness taking over his body. “why should i do that?” jake asks making yn gasp in surprise, if he was in an animated comedy he surely would be animated like a piece of glass shattering. he tries to laughs the awkwardness off, “you're the top student and i really.. really need to pass it with good grades”, “not convincing enough” he replied immediately. ‘fuck why does he has to be like that’ he thought and seeing there's no other way to convince him he took a desperate measure. he pulled his jeans right above his knees so he can bend them properly and kneel in front of jake, clasping his hands together he then proceed to say, “please help me, i beg. i’ll give you anything in return”.

something was awoken in jake, seeing yn kneeling in front of him, with those pouty lips and cock sucking eyes. he needs to have more of that, he needs to take yn. no, he has to ruin yn. jake was one of those smarty pants boys with a high libido so his hornyness was at max level every day, this can be proven when seeing his phone full of dating apps and how almost everyone in the classroom was head over heels for him knowing how good he was in bed, hell, even some teachers and staff members of the college were like that from him, truly a nerdy manwhore. so naturally he has to ruin yn expeditiously.

“anything?” jake asks, his tone laced with lust and depravity but yn wasn't as dumb as he looked like, he knew exactly what jake was asking for but nonetheless he decided ro play that game too.

“yes anything please” he keep on with that act because at the end of the day he's gonna learn something and will enjoy it too so it was a win-win to him but oh boy he doesn't know what's coming to him.

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“what's the answer?” jake's bangs sticked to his forehead due to the sweat, the frame of his glasses falling off of his nose bridge but he quickly fixes it, he licks his lips “answer me slut” the sound of the spank echoed in the room, his hand imprinted on yn's butt cheek, who was sitting on the other's dick with his back facing jake.

“i-i don't rememberrr” yn gasped, letting his sweaty and marked body fall to the floor but with jake's meat still inside him, the nerd has been obliterating his hole the past hour. everytime he messes up one of the 10 questions on the sheet, jake punishes him and made him start again but with a new sheet of questions. “i won't be able to focus if you keep hitting my prostate” yn whimpers. “or you're just messing up because you love my dick stretching this pussy. even a high schooler could resolve this sheet in 15 minutes” jake pulls out his dick and quickly replaces them with his digits. four of them entering at once on the gaping pink hole, smeared in saliva and lube. “or maybe you're just dumb as a fucking rock” the top adds.

yn's head rests on the floor, no strenght left in his body, a pool of drool forming on the floor, “at least give me a kiss” he pouted, “i don't kiss my hook ups” the nerd replied.

“commme onnn~” jake slaps yn's cheek, “four fingers were enough for you to get fucked dumb?”, “n-n..noo~... i just need to-” he was cut off when jake put his fingers on his mouth, “ah ah ah ah ah.. you can't get distracted dumbslut but i'll let it pass this time. meanwhile i think on something to help you keep tasting your boypussy juices”.

jake's dick slid up and down on top of the other's pulsating hole, the burning friction making it shiver in pleasure as if it's asking for more, “hungry pussy” he blurted out, “haven't had one like that for so long”.

“jake pleashee~ help me with thish and then you c-can fu-fuck me all you wanttt~” yn tried to convince jake so he can rest a little but to no avail, “or i'll fuck you right now and then we study” he slaps his tip on top of the hole, then introduces only that part and starts whiping his dick with his hand, the vibration provoking squelching sounds that were like music foe jake's ears, “god how much i love a wet pussy”. “ish not a pusshyy~” yn talks back and it's received with another harsh spank, his ass bright red already, “it's a pussy, my pussy now” jake slams himself onto yn drawing a loud cry from the bottom, “FUCKK!! sho big~”, yn's eyes rolles back and his tongue was out, “look at you, all dumb over my cock”.

jake pulls yn towards him, locking him with his arm around his neck, bulging veins decorating that pretty skin. the headlock wasn't that hard but it has the right amount of pressure to choke yn. the dizziness making him squirm and by consequence it made his hole grip hard jake's dick. “holy fuck, i'm gonna nut in this boypussy” jake grunted, pistoning his hips faster and harder completely ruining that gaping hole.

“fill me up. fill me up” yn begged, jake’s dick throbbing inside him sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, “fill thish pusshy up. to the brimmm~”. the slurred words plus the beggin made jake's dick twitch, his thrusts becoming sloppier, an in an impulsive act he brings yn’s face towards him to kiss him –breaking his 'rule’–, his tongue eager to explore inside yn's oral cavity. in one of those sloppy thrusts he hit yn's sweet spot so hard that it made him orgasm right there –cumming hands free– the white liquid spilling over his body and then running down his shaft to drip on top of jake's balls.  jake spurted his spooge inside, riding his high while still buried on yn with a few more thrusts. he then let go of the headlock letting the other catch some breath. jake let's himself fall to the floor and yn plopped on top of him, tired he closed his eyes, while being caressed by jake's soothing heartbeat sound.

“what the-” yn woke up, scared. was that all a dream? he was asking himself mentally, “no, it wasn't a dream, get ready ‘cause we need to finish this sheet” jake said with a monotonous, cold voice, completely different at the beast who rearranged his guts moments ago, ‘what the fuck can he read minds now?’ yn thought, furrowing his eyebrows and his eyes narrowing at the nerdy boy. “i can't read minds, you're just predictable”.

“fuck you” yn started to mumble curses towards the other while going to the bathroom limping. jake just stares at him, his usually calm and cold expression changes to a smirk inmediately afterwards, he then fixes his glasses and direct his stare towards the piece of paper in front of him, licking his lips in the process.

[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

I apparently come across as the same age as my younger coworkers, possibly because I am holding the vestiges of my whimsy in a deathgrip and also because they are experiencing the highs and lows of marriage and I'm not (seriously, I once had a conversation with an old lady at an urgent care where she was talking about her kids, stopped mid-conversation and went "you don't have any, i can see it in your eyes" TTvTT). If i were a cartoon I might be failing the above person's character design test

a lot of people do NOT 'look like adults'. Hell, in my experience a lot of folks look about the same if they're between 16 and 25 depending on the person and the only real way to find out where they fall on that range is to straight-up ask them

on one hand, yes, fiction and character design in cartoons specifically is meant to convey information about the characters to the audience quickly and easily - that doesn't mean shorthand like this is a good idea

visually conveying important information about your characters to your viewers is one thing, catering to the members of the audience who become viscerally uncomfy with characters not fitting in the exact boxes they think characters (and usually real people) should fit in is another thing ENTIRELY. People are gonna surprise you and do backflips around your expectations in real life just by being themselves sometimes, and frankly fiction gets better when this part of the human experience is included (at least i think it does)

like this whole complaint could've just stopped at "I don't like it when writers/designers sexualize characters whose role in the story doesn't have anything to do with their sexuality or lack thereof" and most folks would agree - like anybody from the clone wars fandom remember what they decided to have ahsoka wear for the first couple of seasons for no real reason? but that doesn't actually have any bearing on the character themself, again, see young ahsoka running around doing jedi commander stuff and having character arcs that her clothes are coincidental for at best (girl was literally in a war zone with not only no protective clothing, but not clothing at all covering at least three vital organs hhhhhhhhh)

and also, since this seems to be about hazbin hotel, I'd like to point out that there's probably some overlap OOP is seeing between 'character is being sexualized by the writers and/or fans' and 'character is in a story that includes adult themes about sexuality, lust, etc, and is shown to visibly have a sex drive/sex life/sexual experience', as many adults do.

But i still don't really see this as a bug over a feature, i mean....yeah hazbin hotel writes adults whose lives include sex-related stuff in a very different way than other adult shows which include sexuality (gonna use arcane and castlevania here, because i just recently re-watched both), but they're also all very different kinds of stories.

hazbin hotel, while not being quite the same kind of show like say family guy or south park, where you might find over-the-top sex/profanity based comedy, is the kind of adult animation that decided to have sex be a more relevant part of the setting and sometimes plot. Characters make sexual references, innuendos, jokes, etc, all the time even when there isn't any actual sex going on, while the other two shows I mention simply have sex being A Thing Adults Do Sometimes and there isn't (usually, with a particular exception *cough cough Lenore + Hector*) anything majorly plot-relevant about it.

but as far as your audience goes, that's really a difference in preference than a sign of good/bad writing or character design. Like i'm definitely more of a fan of the latter style of including sexuality in stories about adults. The hazbin hotel take on writing adults and sex isn't my cup of tea, but neither is it a deal breaker for adult media in general for me. This may be because I am Not Going To Pay Attention To Whatever Nonsense The Horny Fans Are Doing Now. i'm just not.

like a lot of the above complains seem to be rooted in how members of the audience will see the character, which is really not the greatest way to judge a work of fiction. Inevitably, at least some fans will draw porn of any character regardless of canonical age or if the story they're from actually has any kind of sexual content or not (doesn't Disney have an official vault of porn of characters from a bunch of their kids movies/shows? yeah) and if that's an issue for you you may not be curating your own online experience as much as you should. Gotta learn to think 'Do i actually want to see/engage with this or will it just make me unhappy' before u actually look at something. I regret to inform u i dont know any way outside of experiencing the consequences of NOT doing that to learn when I should. I'm talking about the moment when i see a unfamiliar word online ending in 'philia' and i take a moment to notice my curiosity before pondering if i really care to look it up

in conclusion, trying to box actual adult's appearance/behavior into boxes on who should and shouldn't be allowed to have a visible sexuality is just kinda reminiscent on the aspects of western shame culture that presume you can stop people behaving badly by making the potential targets of that behavior act so as not to encourage it.

Understandable gut motivation. Poorly thought out reaction

Alright.

At First I Was Going To Make A Joke About How Stupid This Thing Is, But Now That I’m Thinking About It This Is Just More Gross, Infuriating, And Sexist Than It Is Stupid And Funny.

Adult Are Adults.

Fictional Adult Are Fictional Adults.

I Don’t Care What Height They Are, If They Have Curves Or Not, If Their Personality Is Childish Or Adultish, Or If They Look Like A Child Or A Adult.

They Are Adults No Matter What.

Also “ProShippers Take Her And Run”… Can You Just… Not Do Or Say Anything Ever Again?

Either That Or Change Your Ways?

[frostedpuffs]

i know this is probably a very unpopular opinion but i prefer the new animation over the old style. Adrien's new design will take some getting used to but everyone else looks AMAZING. and im sorry, i know we all loved the old animation, and it's nostalgic, but it was OUTDATED. miraculous needed an animation update so badly. some of the old episodes looked a little bit too much like cocomelon if im being honest!

i think a lot of people hate the new animation because they don't like change, which i get. I initially felt the same. but i think it's a massive improvement and those people who are refusing to watch the new season bc of the change are doing a massive disservice to themselves and the show.

it's all just so fun! the background characters have more diversity. there are so many more little details (like the strands in Marinette’s hair, the red streaks in ladybug's, the seams on their suits, Marinette’s room having clutter, the wrinkles/textures in clothing, nino's curls, and the entirety of Paris looking less dead). all the characters feel so much more like themselves and the new animation brings so much life to them. the new akumatization sequence is so cool and creative.

overall, i really, really love it, and i don't understand why people are so adamant saying it's bad when it very clearly isn't? other than disliking change which i do understand. but man im gonna be honest, it feels like this fandom hates any sort of change and literally always has something negative to say. shows getting an animation update after a long runtime is completely normal and happens all the time. maybe not this drastic of a change, sure, but it's very common. after 6 seasons of this show id HOPE the animation would've changed and been more up to the higher quality standard other animated shows are.

anyway, loving season 6 so far. loved episode 2. excited to see more. i adore this show more than words can describe it makes me so happy

(please do not make me regret keeping reblogs on by coming on here and telling me why you dislike it and arguing with me. i am fed up w the negativity)

[kallietell]

POV: Your Feeder Forces You to Admit How Fat You're Getting

Hey babe, are you almost ready to go? We’re about to be…oh shit. Oh my god.

What do we have here?

Look at you. Just look at yourself. Poor little fat girl thought she could squeeze into the clothes that fit her before she became such a greedy, insatiable glutton. Before she finally gave in to those sick secret desires she always had and started letting herself indulge. You promised it was just a little bit, but this doesn't look like a little bit. This looks like a pile of lard who still thinks she can cram her bulging rolls into jeans that stopped fitting 40 pounds ago. 

Did you actually think those jeans would fit? I mean, look at the way you’re jiggling just trying to work them up your thighs, did you actually think there was a chance they'd button over all that gut? That swollen, wobbling, overfed gut. You’re getting so fat. All your greed is so obvious, all over your body. It's always obvious. How much bigger you’re getting, how tight your clothes are, how much you eat every day. You just eat and eat and eat until you’re gonna pop, don’t you? But you think you can hide it. You think you can cover it all up with those too-small clothes that are straining to keep all that lard at bay. 

Have you noticed that? Have you noticed how you still dress like you can hide what you are? You can't hide, piggy. Not from me, and not from anyone. And you especially can't hide behind clothes this small. 

Let me see, stand up. 

You fat pig. 

Look at the way your love handles bulge over the waistband of your panties. Those panties are so tight too, there's really nothing you own that fits you, huh? 

No? 

You disagree? How can you disagree when I'm standing in front of you watching you get out of breath just from trying to get your jeans on. Look at how much your body jiggles with each movement. I can't believe you actually let yourself go like this. I can't believe you let your desires turn you into a silly, mindless little farm animal getting fattened up for the slaughter.

I may have introduced you to all this, but I didn't do this to you. I just wanted you a little chubby. You’re the one that stuffed her face like a greedy hippo every day until you’re fat enough to crack a chair. Fat enough to blow out the seams of whatever you’re trying to force over all that swollen blubber. 

No, no, don't stop trying to get those pants up. I wanna watch the show. The spectacle. 

That's what you’ve turned yourself into, huh baby? A spectacle. A fatty, swollen mess that’s too big to fly under the radar. A sideshow freak that nobody can look away from. People are amazed. Horrified too, but genuinely amazed. How you made yourself so fat so quickly, how you could possibly think waddling outside in clothes a few pounds away from ripping off your body was a good idea. 

You know what the funny thing is? They think you know just how far gone you are. They think you know how fat you’ve made yourself. They assume there's no way you could be oblivious to just how wide you’ve gotten, just how far that belly protrudes out and how much that lower roll jiggles as it pokes out of the bottom on your t-shirts. 

You used to dress so cute before all this. You were always in those adorable tights with the designs and those little shorts skirts, you had an actual sense of style. Now you just squeeze your growing body into whatever mismatched sweatpants and t-shirts can actually accommodate all the weight you’ve put on. It's like you’ve completely given up on living a normal life and instead dedicated yourself fully to blowing up into an unrecognizable pig. That's what everyone thinks anyway. And you’re just the naive, dumb little thing who thinks her lackluster disguise is still working. Who thinks that no one can see just how tight everything is getting, who thinks no one notices when she has to unbutton her pants after shoving her face full in public. 

You’re in denial. 

You’re in denial about how fat you got. How can you be in denial when I know you feel all that heavy blubber hanging off your body every day? How can you be in denial when you eat triple the amount you used to? When you get stares every time you’re in a restaurant because of how much of a pig you’ve made of yourself? How can you be in denial when you can’t even see your toes anymore? When you have to suck in that flabby, wobbling mound of a belly and lay on your back just to have a chance of fitting into a pair of jeans?

It's almost funny. How much of a food-addicted pig do you have to be for your denial to outweigh your fat ass? 

No no, don't sit down. Keep struggling and jiggling for me, keep trying. 

I know you’re tired. But this is your consequence. 

This is what you deserve for eating yourself into the size of a fucking house. You porky pig. I bet you’re hungry right now, huh? I bet you’re thinking about stuffing your face even while I tease you for getting so big. I bet you’re thinking about what you’re gonna eat when this is all over. 

What? 

Did I hit a nerve? Am I right? Does all of this just make you wanna eat and eat and eat until you can't move? 

Of course it does. Everything does. 

All that denial isn't good for you. It's just gonna make you get bigger. And like I said, nobody knows that you’re refusing to acknowledge how much weight you’ve put on. Nobody knows that you still see yourself as a thin, fit girl, that you actually think the clothes you force onto your overfed body fit you well enough to get by. They think you’re a greedy, sloppy fatass who can't control herself. They think you’re just a gluttonous pig that can't stop putting it away, that you’re more concerned with your next meal than your health. And they're not wrong. 

Are they? 

Don’t just nod, say it out loud. Say they aren't wrong. Say you’ve become a greedy pig too dumb to think about anything but her next meal. 

You don't wanna say it? 

But baby, I can see it. I see it all over you, I see it whenever you waddle into a room. You’re getting so heavy. Those thighs are getting so thick and swollen and your arms just keep getting flabbier, it's like every part of your body has been inflated with lard. That belly pushes out further and further every day and you just let it. You don't even try anymore, all you ever do is eat. 

I wanna get you on the scale. I wanna see how hot and red your face gets when I force you to push all that belly back with your tubby little hands and read the number out loud. Denial will get pretty tricky then, won’t it? It won't be so easy to pretend that you’re just bloated or that you’ve just put on a few. It won’t be so easy to avoid looking into the mirror to see the way your waistband digs into your rolls of fat and leaves angry red lines across your spherical gut. 

It won’t be so easy to keep eating until you can’t breathe every night when you actually have to admit what you’ve done to yourself. 

Nice try, love. It is what you’ve done. Trying to blame me for the fact that you’ve blimped yourself into a pile of blubber waddling around in clothes so tight you look like a stuffed sausage doesn’t change the facts. I may have started this, but you’re the one who can’t stop. You’re the one who eats until they can’t get off the couch every night, you're the one who took every feeding and stuffing further than I did. You’re the one who was secretly stuffing your face night after night when I went to sleep. 

Yea. 

I bet you thought I didn't know about that. 

I bet you thought you were actually doing a good job of hiding what a whale you were becoming. 

You’d come back to bed at three in the morning with a gut so bloated you couldn't help but moan, and you think I had no idea? Every night I could hear you gorging yourself and burping non stop. Just smacking and slapping that gut to force out burp after burp just so you can have enough room to shove down more takeout. 

I watched you a couple times, you know. You’re so loud I could already hear the whole thing, so I thought, why not? You would've been so humiliated to know how much of a pig you made of yourself. I know you eat nonstop, but when you’re in front of people you have at least a hint of decorum, a modicum of adherence to table manners. You stuff your face, but at least you’re a normal human being. Not when you’re alone. When you’re alone, you turn into a literal pig. A porky little pig feasting on slop. 

You’re the fattest piggy on the farm, aren't you? 

Aren't you baby? 

Say it. Tell me what a fat piggy you are. 

That's right. 

Watching you was almost kinda disturbing. You were completely insatiable. It was like you were in a trance, just cramming more and more food down your throat by the fistful. You’ve turned into an addict. 

We're gonna have to sign you up for Overeaters Anonymous, won’t we? After we get you some more clothes. That would be fun. Making you stand up in front of everyone and admit how quickly you got so big. Making you recount all your meals for the previous day with the calorie counts included so everyone can know that you’re at least a pound fatter than you were the day before. 

Even in a room of piggies so fat they need rehab, you’d still be the biggest, jiggliest, greediest piggy there. You’d make the other fatties feel better about themselves. They’d think.......

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[luvingspence]

headcanons | ryohei arisu

author’s note: i started aib and ohmygod this man, smut hc’s are definitely ooc but i just need him so bad so i’m feeding my own delusional.

warnings: nothing much, just my first time writing smut hc’s😭

synopsis: pre-borderlands hc’s! also this is LONGGG, i have too many thoughts.

not proof read

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ pre-borderlands

♡ he’s a loser, you know it, he knows it, his friends know it, and his father definitely does. but it makes him all the more endearing.

♡ he’s so, so nervous at first, but once you both grow more comfortable in your relationship he’s giving into your every wish, genuinely at your beck and call. you’re his whole world and he just wants to make you happy <3

♡ he’s a little gamer! mainly pc (unfortunately, i’m a ps5 girly) but he knows his stuff. definitely uses emulators to play games like resident evil and the last of us.

♡ he prefers online shooters and stuff, but he doesn’t mind story based games if they’re more action based, like re4.

♡ i think he’d prefer a girlfriend who doesn’t mind video games (or loves them like him) so you can play together and talk about games :(

♡ would definitely emulate it takes two on both his pc and yours so you could play together, it’s such a cutesy little couple game! you guys would have a blast playing together! :(

♡ if you had a console best believe he’s using it for at least an hour every time he’s over, won’t admit it’s better than his PC but you both know it’s what he’s thinking.

♡ loves it when you sit in his lap while he plays :( and you love it too.

♡ arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his controller on your thighs, chin on your shoulder as he plays, but he always gets distracted, giving you the attention you want so easily, kissing your neck gently, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs and hips as he whispers in your ear.

♡ i can’t imagine he uses pet names often, if he does they’re classics like ‘baby’ and ‘babe’.

♡ “Baby, you wanna hop on call for a bit?” he texts you at least once a day every night you aren’t together, he ends up screen sharing a movie or show you can watch together.

♡ is also a boyfriend that makes you watch him play i’m so sorry but he just is. you see him rage far too often over COD.

♡ loves it when you call him ‘honey’, just does it for him.

♡ he’s a nerd so that definitely extends to different parts of his life other than video games, when you go shopping you always end up browsing new posters, figurines, and mangas.

♡ AOT is my favourite anime/manga so i’m gonna hc that it’s his too! ;)

♡ his favourite character is eren. without a doubt, just thinks he’s so cool, and absolutely loses his mind when he sees him turn into the attack titan for the first time, “Babe! Fucking look, that’s so cool!-“

♡ thinks you’re so pretty. while girls loved karube, the same couldn’t be said for him. in the show he’s in his 20s so i won’t say he’s a virgin, but definitely not super experienced.

♡ just can’t believe he has a girlfriend as pretty as you, no matter what you look like, goth, emo, a girl who loves to dress up and wear makeup, or if you prefer dressing down he thinks you’re so stunning.

♡ “you’re the prettiest girl ever.” (literal heart eyes)

♡ “your makeup looks really nice, baby :)”

♡ *stares at you in the mirror while you brush your hair.*

♡ “baby can you play a game with me, i’m bored :(.”

♡ dates are super lowkey! but you both love it that way.

♡ walks in parks, cinema dates, shopping dates, lazy days on the couch or in his bed watching movies are the most common ones.

♡ he does splurge on an actual restaurant for anniversary’s and valentines and your birthday with whatever little money he has.

♡ dresses up on those days too! He’ll wear a plain black shirt or white button up (whatever is more appropriate) instead of a graphic tee and some nice jeans or black slacks (he steals them from his brother.)

♡ for gifts he also keeps in lowkey, and so do you! you both can’t afford much so you just appreciate what the other gets you.

♡ he gets you little figures and posters he thinks you’ll like, or plushies! if you like makeup he’ll splurge a tad and get you a nice lipgloss you said you’ve been wanting.

♡ is definitely a boyfriend who gets gifts catered to your interests and things you like rather than buying you stuff he thinks all girls like.

♡ just over all very thoughtful, sweet, and very very handsome even though he refuses to believe it.

♡ pre-borderlands smut hc’s

♡ isn’t a virgin, but not experienced. one or two bodies before you i’d guess.

♡ let’s talk abt his dick 🤭

♡ he’s above average, but not insanely big. 6 inches, decently girthy but not so much so that it would hurt. it’s so pretty. a perfect size, two toned, a few veins and perfectly straight.

♡ i see far too many people hc him as a sub, but i honestly don’t see that, he’s neither and doesn’t have much of an interest in power dynamics

♡ you’re his equal, his baby, why would he wanna control you in anyway? :(

♡ such a titty guy. he is’t picky about size, but loves the way yours sit so pretty.

♡ soft pecks slowly grow into heated and lustfully heavy touching above your clothes, his big hands and lithe fingers shyly manoeuvring under your top. Inching their way up your soft flesh, they always find your breasts, caressing them gingerly as he softly loves on you.

♡ positions are nothing crazy, he loves classic missionary sometimes, just staring into your eyes, watching your face contort as you whine and moan. god you just look so good.

♡ but he also loves prone bone, getting you on your stomach, sliding himself in, slowly, almost torturously so. he fills you to the hilt, groaning into your ear softly as your bodies press together, sharing their warmth. he props himself up on his elbows, thrusting into you gently and slowly. he wants to savour every moment. without a doubt, he always brushes your hair away from your face, putting a large hand under you chin to crane your neck around to him, kissing you slowly as he fucks you into the mattress.

♡ bro LOVESSS head. like so bad. he loves giving, of course, he’s never been much of a ladykiller, so knowing he’s able to please you drives him mad.

♡ but he’s always down for you to suck his dick. he prefers laying with his back propped against the headboard, letting you work away. with a hand gripping your hair, or caressing the back of your head, and his other hand behind his own head, his mouth agape and eyes fluttering closed.

♡ on certain days, he thrusts up into your mouth, but poor boy always ends up feeling a bit bad :(

♡ ohgod and his fingers.

♡ long, lithe, slender. his hands are dexterous, soft and not overly calloused. anytime he uses them on you, he has you laying beside him whilst he leans over you, pumping them in and out, his thumb giving all it’s attention to your clit.

♡ the dirty talk is light, just filled with praise and light teasing

♡ he’s just too soft with you, he could never degrade you in the slightest.

♡ “attagirl, baby.”

♡”doing so good f’me.”

♡”you look so pretty, baby, my pretty girl.”

♡”makin’ me feel so good.”

♡ and just strings of curses as he praises and loves on you

♡ he’s just too good to you :(

[epickiya722]

When I tell you I'm so sick of this.

Yes, yes, Bakugou used to be his bully and all that yadda yadda. Oh my gosh, wow, a bully in the story! How dare such a thing exists!

Okay, stop clutching your pearls. Even Bakugou knew he was a total ass and it's not something he ever got away with like that, let alone he does grow up, so chill.

But if you're gonna go that route, throwing Todoroki in there to be like "it makes sense to pair them instead" is kind of strange because even though Todoroki didn't bully Midoriya, they did still immediately start on the wrong foot. I mean, Todoroki could have killed Midoriya in their match but I don't see people going "I don't understand how people can ship them, it doesn't make sense to me when Todoroki could have seriously killed Midoriya that one time".

I have seen people ship Midoriya with characters worse than Bakugou, but OMG, it's their ship that gets tackled on the most and at this point, I see it as a trend.

I see it as someone has to do because they're a follower.

Honestly, it's just getting ridiculous.

If the ship doesn't make sense to you, it doesn't make sense to you, who cares? But posting about it like this and then tagging it, doesn't do anything good.

No one who has caught up with the anime and manga would post about the ship in a rather negative way would be "it doesn't make sense to ship them".

"What if they aren't caught up?"

Even so, does it need to make sense? Is it an actual necessity for someone to have a ship to make sense if at the end of the day they're just entertained by the mere thought of it and not bothering you about it?

Take it from someone who ships Miruko and Burnin and is her favorite MHA ship at this time. We ain't see them have no onscreen interaction. That didn't stop me though and going "Hey, I think you two would look cute together".

There are ships in this fandom that have a way worse relationship in canon and still people ship them.

"I see art that depicts them being cute together." Okay, so and? Are you losing HP from it like some video game character that has yet to move out the lava? Do you grow a horn every time you see cute ship art of it? It's not the only ship drawn out there being cute together. It's not like there aren't cute moments in canon for them. Then stop looking at the art. Why are you looking at the art? If you keep seeing BakuDeku art, clearly... you're in the area. Probably on purpose.

I know if I keep seeing art of a ship I don't like it's a me problem because I have the choices to not follow certain people, block the tag, etc.

Maybe you shouldn't be in the MHA fandom at all given the amount of art for them anyways that's official.

Look, I'm not bothered by someone not liking Bakudeku. Could really give zero crap about it, honestly. I have ships I don't like either.

But what bothers me is posting about it, attacking the ship and tagging it.

We all have our opinions and I believe, good or bad, post about them.

However, people do shit like this and then mask it as "having an opinion" when really they probably want to start drama.

"But, Kiya, what if they're not trying to start drama? What if they don't know the proper way to tag?"

I call bullshit and I don't care. Oh, yes, I sound like a bitch, but let's be real here.

Stuff like this happens no matter where. It doesn't just happen on Tumblr. People have done this over and over and over to the point that it is hard to believe that person isn't trying to start anything.

New or not, people by now should know that if they're going to say something negative about a ship, don't draw in the shippers.

If this person didn't want to start drama then why bring TodoDeku into this? "Make it make sense." That right there is a sign of "I'm starting drama". Uh, people do happen to ship TodoDeku. I even ship it. It's not like people don't at all in the fandom ship them and only ship BakuDeku, so stop.

It's not like this person or anybody who does this is genuinely asking and do what to know because maybe they are genuinely curious and/or considering the ship but first wants to know more about it.

No, they're just being hostile. This is not an opinion. It's an attack disguised as one.

If you don't like the ship, okay. But if you're going to post about it, don't tag it.

This isn't even about BakuDeku only anymore. I see this with ships that don't even have anything wrong with them and in different fandoms. It's tiring, it's annoying and just takes the fun out of shipping.

[lovesodakid]

shadows of the dark

matt sturniolo x reader

2 3

summary : growing up in the ‘middle of nowhere’ small town in lochcliff, colorado, stories were heard of multiple strange disappearances, murders, animal attacks, and more. when you were younger, you never paid attention to that stuff. now at the age of 17 it’s all you ever hear about. what happens when you realize those ‘stories’ you heard growing up, may not just be scary fairytales people tell their kids.

warning ⚠️ : contains mature themes, smut, gore (nothing insane), angst, etc. this warning is for all chapters.

(this does take some inspiration from tvd !)

chapter 1 : new beginning’s.

“y/n! breakfast!”

my eyes flutter open, my sleepy state slowly exiting my body as my consciousness floods through my mind. i take in a deep breath as i sit up in my bed. the sunlight from the early morning hours poking through my curtains, painting a beautiful blue and orange hue on my walls as i watch dust particles float along my room.

i look over to my wooden dresser across from me, my reflection staring back at me through the mirror above it. my pile of clothes i had chosen to wear for today the night before, picking out my outfit for my first day of my junior year.

when i was a kid, i was so excited to finally be a teenager. thinking of all the possibilities i could get. but ever since the day after i turned 16, i realized that being a teenager and growing up would be nothing but a disappointment and the little girl inside’s dreams and life was crushed that day.

“y/n! i’m not gonna yell for you again!” my mothers voice cuts through the silence of my thoughts.

“i’m coming!” i shout back as my feet make contact with the cold floor below me.

i shuffle myself to my bedroom door to shut it as i get dressed, the creepy creaking of the door making me shudder. the fact that this house is over 150 years old will never not cross my mind when i watch paranormal movies like the conjurings.

i quickly change into a tight fitted brown long sleeve shirt and a pair of baggy blue jeans, given it’s the end of august now, the early mornings and late nights are becoming a little chillier compared to the june and july nights from the beginning of summer. lastly, throwing on some black converse and grabbing my backpack filled with untouched supplies for the new school year ahead. before i leave my room i decide on throwing on just a small silver necklace with my first initial of my name on it.

i exit my room and make my way down the squeaky wooden stairs. the squeaks and creaks acting as a calling to my mom to let her know i’m coming down.

“glad to see you finally grace us with your presence.” my mother states as she flips a pancake onto a grey glass plate, holding it up for me as i enter the kitchen.

i push my lips into a thin line as i nod and take the plate from her, uttering a small thank you as i sit at the kitchen island, placing my bag on the floor beside the black stood i sit on.

“corbin, are you taking your sister to school?” i hear her ask my older brother who sits beside me.

corbin, who’s a year and a half older than me, is now a senior. he’s the most typical semi-popular guy in our school. his fluffy brown hair and dark eyes is what pulls most of the girls’s attention. he’s a jock, but he says he doesn’t “fit in” with the rest of the football team so he stays more to himself. people know him but he doesn’t boast about his athleticism or his popularity.

he takes a sip of his orange juice before answering, “yeah i can. you ready?” he questions me.

i take one last bite of my pancake as i nod, standing up to grab my backpack. i swing it over my shoulder and walk over to the front door. “bye mom, love you.” i yell as i head out the door. i hear my brother telling her his goodbyes as i stroll to his car, opening the passenger seat door.

i watch him climb into the driver’s seat before he turns the radio on, immediately connecting it to his phone playing ‘tunnel vision’ by kodak black.

he turns his head to look both ways before pulling out of our rocky driveway. i turn to look at our house as i watch it fade into the distance. “so, you ready for junior year?”

“uh, yeah. what about you? are you ready for senior year?” i ask him in response.

he nods his head almost immediately. “oh yeah. i’m so ready to graduate and finally get out of this dumbass town.”

“agreed.” i speak as i lean back into seat.

silence takes over us as we continue the ride with the songs of my brothers choice fading to the back of my mind. the morning sky now being covered in a gloomy grey cast. the dead leaves ascending from the trees creating an orange blanket across the roads and sidewalks.

the car comes to a halt as we sit at a red light, i look around taking in notice of the beautiful scenery around us. historic buildings and parks flooding my eye-line, kids and teenagers on their way to the start of their new school years.

once the red light turns to green, we begin on our way again. i look back to my right, looking out the window, watching the trees and buildings pass by in a blur. i take notice of a guy walking with his headphones in, and his back turned to us, seemingly on the same route as we are. once we get closer to him to the point i can see his side profile coming into view, i watch him turn his head to look at the car coming beside him. the second he turns his view to the car, we lock eyes.

it’s almost as if time itself has changed, slowed down. i question myself on if i’ve ever seen him before but his face doesn’t ring any bells. he’s pale with icy blue eyes. a jaw that’s so sharp it looks like it could slice your finger open with even the softest and lightest touch. a stare so prominent and hypnotizing i almost forget my whole existence until he fades out of view.

i quickly turn myself to face in front of me. my eyebrows furrow as i try to understand what just happened to me and if it even happened. it felt like i entered a dream-like state while being fully awake.

“we’re here.” i hear corbin’s voice cut through the voice in my head as i feel the car come to a complete standstill.

i rapidly blinked my eyes as i see the high school building standing before me. not even realizing we were already at the school.

“you gonna get out or what?”

i quickly nod my head as i unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car. i make my way towards the school alongside my brother. the sounds of students chattering among themselves as they walk into the building all around us.

“hey, junior year isn’t that bad. just keep your head up and you’ll be fine. i’ll see you after school.” corbin speaks to me as he parts from me to find his group of friends whom always meet up in the gym every morning, it’s been a routine of theirs since 7th grade.

i make my way to my locker, putting in the combination i wrote down on my notes app from the school’s letter they mail every student at the end of summer. the piece of paper giving them their class schedule, locker number and combination, etc.

“y/n!” i hear my best friend jayde’s voice through the loud obnoxious students at 8 am.

i turn around, flashing her a smile as i watch her come up to me. “hey jayde!”

“hey! i’m sorry we couldn’t hang out any this summer. what’s your schedule? maybe we have some classes together!” she says as she wraps me in a warm embrace.

jayde is very passionate about music and all of that. so the second our school announced that there would be a music and arts camp, she was the first to have her signature on the sign up sheet.

“no it’s okay and let me check.” i grab my class schedule out of my back pocket before i read off my classes, “first period is language arts, then history, math, then my free period, reading, gym, and science.”

she takes out her own schedule as she tries to match up any classes we may have together.

“ooo! okay! we have history, gym and our free period together!” she say enthusiastically.

as soon as i’m about to respond, the school bell cuts me off. the loud blaring shooting a pain through my mind reminding me of how much i despise school.

“okay well i’ll see you second period!” she struts off into the crowd of people, her long black hair bouncing with every step she takes.

i begin my own way to the room i’ll be entering at 8:10am every day on the dot for the next 9 months of my life.

the second i enter the classroom, my already present headache worsens with how painfully loud everyone is. different conversations and pencils being tapped on the wooden desks.

i walk to a free desk in the second row of the seat’s layout. the placement being in pretty much the middle of the classroom where i’m fully submerged by the persistent voices of students. as i sit down i stare off into the distance i wish i was back in my bed already.

a/n : i’m so excited to start this series! i started watching tvd again and it brought me inspiration to write this. plus vampire!matt is so fucking hot. anyways lmk if i should make a taglist or anything or if yall fw this and want me to keep going ! :)

[jealousmartini]

for the s/o ask game: 🪽❤️‍🩹💭

i love hearing about people's love lives sm and your blog is so real

UghGGughh oh my gosh thanK YEWWW FOR THE ASK HUNNY

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪ANSWERING QUESTIONS FROM THE THE DR S/O ASK GAME! ⋆.🎀˚

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🪽 — what is your s/o from? (made-up, media, book, movie etc…) and why did you feel drawn to them?

Now I can already sense the tension in the air for this question, and I'm gonna need yall to lay down the tomatoes so I can EXPLAIN myself alr..?... Katsuki Bakugo. NOW HEY HEY I SAID PUT THEM DOWN🫵🏾 LET ME EXPLAINNN☹️

To put it simply, his character has always intrigued me, confused me and entertained me. So much so that I found myself unironically wanting to understand him even after going back and forth with myself trying to figure out if i liked him or not, and countless times ive failed lmao. But! For some reason i still felt a need to get him, so no matter how many times i misunderstood him I kept trying

And so with the help of my curiosity for his character and my consistancy with the anime, other mha/bakugo enthusiasts opinions and headcanons, edits and fanfictions, I finally got it was because he is just so raw-ly and really him and how he naturally navigates in relationships, especially the ones he prioritises. Even with how canonly brash, grumpy, bullyish, and mean he is, and with how so many people are really hypocritical talking about "oh his character development isnt really development unless he changes his attitude towards people" and "he needs to change his personality in order for us to believe it is real improvement", as if the concept of nuance doesn't exist, he doesnt adjust to their opinions. (Not unless it is absolutely necessary which he DOES realise is the case in major parts of the anime which i LOVE him for being so self aware)

It is the way he never let anyone change him. Which IS bullyish, loud and cocky. He IS mean, kinda crazy and blunt. And deep down I fucking LOVED THAT. Because even with such an insane personality he doesn't let that take over, and his self awareness is strong enough to check himself when he knows hes in the wrong. And it's not like he's biased with the way he treats people because he treats everyone equally like for example: with the way he nicknames everyone by their appearance, quirk or personality in a way that IS kinda mean but if you get him, is actually kinda funny too. And he still doesnt let his ego get the better of him when he recognises someone as respectable and admits that is so. And even though it's not in a socially acceptable nice and sweet way which was what everyone wanted him to be, it was still equal. It was still somehow fair.

And ontop of that, it's not like he picks on people he doesn't even know (anymore). There is that obvious well needed change of charcter he had (which is part of his character development) and if you actually pay attention youll notice his maturity developed too. So when I tried to tell myself that I didnt like him in the beginning, I would still find myself respecting and admiring him because of how true he was to himself, yet still pushed himself to become better because he was still so self aware.

I then realised he was quickly growing on me. Because through his character development I learnt that "being better" doesn't always mean being what is socially acceptable, or "nice" which is always what is expected. And I then noticed how I never really wanted him to change his personality. Because I accepted that this was HIM and had the right to be him, without others trying to change him. And i unironically fuck with the way he is naturally. He who is not like everyone else in the sense that is he isnt "nice and friendly"; still has the right to move around and exist as he, is (which is mean cocky and brash) and does so accordingly and confidently, will ultimately earn my utmost respect expeditiously. And when it finally clicked me, I guess I kinda fell in love a little🫠🫠(im down horrendous).

❤️‍🩹 — what does your s/o smell like?

Smokey caramel and fucking vanilla😭😩😩 because of katsuki's nitroglycerin sweat, he always smells like caramel but it starts to smell burnt, smokey or like someone is cooking caramel anytime he uses it, depending on how bad the explosions are. It is so fucking funny to me how someone so brash, mean and cocky naturally smells like a bakery😭😭. At least he doesn't smell like cooked flesh though so 🤷

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

MY GIRLS URARAKA, MOMO, MINA AND JIROU! (and somehow kirishima, denki, sero and deku found out...) first it was Uraraka I told cus she and I are like this though🤞🏾🤞🏾 It's been a thing that basically the whole class knows I have a crush on bakugo even though I have a naturally flirty and freaky personality with most of my friends JOKINGLY, but if you squint, it's apparently really obvious. And those bitches have been squinting real hard😒😒😒

[luvst4rc0r3]

“The price of love” PT2

Sevika x F!Reader

Warnings: injections

WC:747

Note: I was not about to leave the ending on a sad ending

PT.1

The apocalypse wasn’t kind to anyone, but Sevika had always been a fighter. Losing you had taken something from her—ripped a piece of her soul right out of her chest—but she hadn’t let herself stop. Not when there was still a flicker of hope, no matter how faint.

She’d heard rumors. Whispers of a cure. Something buried deep in the labs of the old cities, guarded by the same horrors that had taken you from her. Sevika had spent months following every lead, breaking through hordes of the dead, cutting down anyone foolish enough to stand in her way.

She had to find it. She had to find you.

And then, she did.

The lab was a ruin, but it still held what she needed—a vial of green liquid glowing faintly in the dim light. The supposed cure. The scientists who’d created it were long gone, but the notes they’d left behind promised it could reverse the infection, even in the late stages.

It was a gamble. But Sevika had always bet on herself—and now, she was betting on you.

Finding you wasn’t the hard part. She’d kept track of you, even after she’d left you behind. She couldn’t help herself. She’d seen you wandering, your body no longer your own, stumbling through the empty streets like a ghost of the person you once were.

You were still there, in that same abandoned neighborhood she’d last seen you in. When she spotted you again, her heart clenched. You weren’t the same. Your eyes were clouded, your movements jerky and unnatural. But you were still you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she whispered, stepping toward you slowly, her mechanical arm humming faintly as she extended her human hand.

You turned at the sound of her voice, a low growl escaping your lips. For a moment, it felt like you recognized her, like something in you remembered.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured, her voice soft and steady. “I’m gonna fix this. I promise.”

The struggle was brief. You were strong, but Sevika was stronger. She pinned you down gently, her heart breaking as you thrashed beneath her, snarling and snapping like a wounded animal.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice cracking as she pulled the syringe from her bag and plunged it into your arm. The green liquid disappeared into your veins, and she held her breath.

“C’mon,” she whispered. “C’mon, don’t do this to me. Come back.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, you stilled.

Your body went slack, your breathing shallow as the infection began to retreat. She stayed by your side, holding you close, whispering your name over and over like a prayer.

Minutes felt like hours, but then your eyes fluttered open.

Not clouded. Not empty.

Yours.

“Sevika?” you croaked, your voice hoarse and weak.

Her chest tightened, and she let out a shaky laugh, pressing her forehead to yours. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You blinked up at her, confusion flickering in your tired gaze. “What… happened?”

“I found a cure,” she said softly, brushing a hand over your hair. “You’re okay now. You’re gonna be okay.”

Tears welled in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you clung to her. “You came back for me.”

“Always,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m not losing you again. Ever.”

The cure worked. Not just for you, but for everyone.

Sevika kept fighting, helping spread the cure to the infected and wiping out the last of the zombies. Eventually, the world began to heal. The cities were rebuilt, the dead were laid to rest, and life—real life—started again.

You and Sevika found a place to call home, a small house on the edge of a quiet town. There were no more safehouses, no more monsters lurking in the shadows. Just you, Sevika, and the life you’d fought so hard to reclaim.

One night, as you sat together on the porch, the stars shining brightly above, Sevika reached for your hand, threading her fingers through yours.

“You know,” she said, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it, “I didn’t think we’d get this far.”

You smiled, leaning your head against her shoulder. “Me neither. But I’m glad we did.”

She pressed a kiss to your temple, her lips lingering there as she whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, squeezing her hand.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like the future was yours. Together.

Y’all wish me luck on my midterms😭

I want food

[anotherjheastan]

Heart of a Champion

A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

CW anxiety, doubt

Jey woke up and turned the alarm off, Rhea stirring beside him. He sat up. Tonight was Saturday Night’s Main Event. Tonight he would face Gunther for the World Heavyweight Championship. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. He thought about all the people who were rooting for him and all the people who were expecting him to fail. Rhea had woken up in the middle of the night to catch him doom scrolling. He hadn’t been able to sleep. And the mixed comments weren’t helping either. Rhea took his phone and deleted all of his social media.

“When you win tomorrow, you can tell ‘em all about it,” she said, gently holding his face.

He slid off the bed and stretched, facing away from the bed.

“Morning, babe,” Rhea said, sitting up.

“Good morning,” he said.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Nauseous,” he said, as he looked at her.

She looked concerned, but gave him a small smile. “Gym before breakfast then?”

“Yep.”

They brushed their teeth and their hair, Rhea opting for a ponytail. They threw on some workout clothes and headed to the hotel gym. If it didn’t have what they needed, they would head outside the hotel.

Fortunately it was a decent size with plenty of weights and machines. It was also empty. They got started with some weights, working on their arms. Then they worked on their legs. Jey did some push ups and Rhea begrudgingly joined him. Push ups weren’t her favorite.

After the gym, they ordered breakfast to be delivered to their room.

Rhea lifted her shirt up a little and swayed her hips, smiling at him. “Are you gonna join me in the shower?”

Jey smiled. “Not today. I’ll hop in after you.”

Rhea pulled her shirt off and threw it at him. “Your loss.”

“I need all my energy for tonight, boo.”

She waved him off as she went into the bathroom. “That’s what naps are for!”

Jey chuckled and shook his head. He turned on the hotel TV and pulled up his Netflix account. He put on the latest episode of the anime he was watching, trying not to think about tonight.

Rhea came out of the bathroom and went to her luggage to pull out some clothes. Jey finished up the last few minutes of the episode. He grabbed his toiletries and went to the bathroom, eyeing Rhea as she dropped her towel.

She rolled her eyes at him, but had a smile on her face. Jey smiled and shook his head before closing the door.

Jey felt ready for tonight as the hot water ran over his body. His stomach growled. He was looking forward to breakfast.

You feel ready, but can you do it? Can you win?, a nagging voice asked in the back of his mind.

I can win, he thought. But it didn’t have any passion behind it.

The nagging voice cackled. Are you sure?

Jey shook his head and finished up his shower.

“Food is here, babe,” Rhea called as he stepped out of the shower.

“Thanks, boo,” he replied.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked a little tired and a little nervous, but he felt good. He could win. He would win. He nodded, feeling his confidence building. He would become the new champion tonight.

He lotioned his body before heading out of the bathroom. He threw on some clean boxers and got his food. Rhea was already working on hers.

“Why didn’t you put something on?” Jey asked, nodding towards the TV.

“I’m behind on so many shows,” Rhea said, pouting. “I got overwhelmed.”

Jey smiled. “How ‘bout we put on Lionness?”

“Sounds good,” Rhea said.

Jey turned on the show and they finished eating.

Before they knew it, it was time to get ready to go to the arena. They both had on all black sweatsuits. Jey rearranged his bag, making sure all his gear was together. Rhea double checked her bag too, pulling out her championship. She would be defending tonight. Jey’s eyes locked on it and he felt uneasy again. He had no doubt that Rhea would retain, but doubt about his own victory was creeping in again. All the jeers about his ‘limited’ moves and how he wasn’t a serious competitor came flooding back. A mascot, Gunther had called him. Gunther, the man whose chops echoed in the arena. He could feel his chest stinging already. Gunther, the man many people respected in the locker room. He had fought and won multiple times. He had defended and won multiple times. Jey wasn’t sure he got the same respect even after he won the Intercontinental title. People congratulated him, sure, but there were still rumblings of whether he deserved it or not. Jey felt his chest start to tighten when his phone rang.

“Sup Big Jim,” Jey said after he answered the FaceTime call. He was smiling.

“What’s up Yeetman? Ready for tonight?” Jimmy asked excitedly.

Rhea leaned over into the camera. “Hi Jimmy.”

“Hi Rhea,” Jimmy replied. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“Yep! Nia is old news,” Rhea said with a wink.

“I love to hear it. Okay bro. You didn’t answer me.”

Jey smiled sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his head. “Um, yeah.”

“ ‘Um yeah?��� That’s it? You okay? What’s going on with you?”

“He was a little zoned out before you called,” Rhea said.

Jey cut his eyes at her. She shrugged and mouthed ‘I’m sorry.’

“All the noise getting to you?” Jimmy asked.

“Maybe a little,” Jey said, resigned.

“There is a lot of noise out there,” Jimmy said. “They don’t think we can do this singles thing. Some people don’t want us to do this singles thing. But you and I both know we can be great together or apart. You won that Intercontinental Championship. Hell, you almost beat Gunther the first time. My bad, bro. But, anyway, what I’m saying is you can do this. You have the moves to do it. I’ve seen you adding stuff in there too. The real ones know. This is your night. Gunther might think he’s just gonna mop the floor with you, but he’s gonna learn tonight. He’s gonna have to put in work to retain. But he’s gonna put in that work and fail. Because Main Event Jey Uso is coming for that title. And it’ll be yours, bro. Stay focused. Stay offline. Just lock in. You got this, aight?”

Jey’s chest swelled with pride. “Aight. Thanks, bro.”

“Naomi and I will be there in person to cheer you on,” he said.

“And Rhea too!” Naomi called from the background.

“Thanks Naomi!” Rhea also called from the background.

Jey and Jimmy rolled their eyes and shook their heads.

“We about to head out,” Jey said. “I’ll see y’all tonight.”

“Aight. See you,” Jimmy said.

He hung up the phone and looked at Rhea. She walked over to him and put her arms around him. He put his arms around her in return.

“You ready to go?” he asked quietly.

“You know he’s right,” Rhea said. “You can do this.”

He smiled and kissed her. She kissed him back, pulling him closer to her.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” she replied.

He kissed her on the forehead and they separated. They grabbed their stuff and headed downstairs.

***

After Kevin and Cody went back and forth and even exchanged a few blows, the contract was signed. Rhea’s match was after that. He watched as she retained. An elbow to the mouth left her with a bloody grin. He shook his head, but was beaming with pride.

He stretched and bounced to stay limber throughout the night. He watched as the matches went on: Sheamus defeated Bron Breakker, winning the Intercontinental Championship and Jacob snagged the win by a hair in his fierce battle with Braun Strouman.

His mind had been surprisingly quiet. Maybe he had just been focused on the other matches. He heard a knock on his dressing room door. He opened it, expecting someone from production. It was Rhea.

“Hi babe,” Rhea said as she walked in.

“Hi champ,” he replied.

Rhea shrugged. “Oh that was nothing.”

“Yeah, I saw your mouth bleeding. You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jey said with a shrug.

Rhea shook her head and grabbed his hands. “No, we’re not doing that.”

Jey raised his eyebrow. “What we doing?”

Rhea jumped up and down. “Come on, let’s go.”

Jey smiled, remembering how he had hyped her up for War Games. He jumped up and down with her.

“You are Main Event Jey Uso,” she started. “Like you said, it’s not just a nickname, you belong there. And after you take that title off of Gunther, everyone will see that. Everyone will respect that.” Rhea stopped jumping and Jey followed suit. “Getting the crowd hype doesn’t make you a mascot, it makes you on fire. You’re the hottest thing in WWE right now. Haters can kiss your ass. Because after you win the title, the whole crowd is gonna join you and say YEET!”

Jey joined in and said YEET with her. Rhea touched his face.

“This is your moment. You are more than capable of winning. You got this.”

“I got this,” Jey said, nodding his head.

There was a knock on the door. Jey opened it.

“You ready, Jey?” a production team member asked.

He nodded. “I’m ready.”

He kissed Rhea and left.

Gunther’s music hit and boos and a smattering of applause followed. He made his way to the ring and held the title up with pride. He handed it over to the referee.

Jey’s music hit and the pop was insane. He grinned. He was ready. He could do this.

***

Jey was in the corner down on knee, clutching the middle rope with his left hand. It had been a grueling 20 minutes. Multiple near falls for both Gunther and Jey. Gunther was across the ring. His back on the ropes, glaring at Jey.

Let’s finish this shit, thought Jey.

They both ran at each other and grabbed each other’s shoulders. Jey broke the hold. He ran forward, Gunther close behind him. He jumped when Gunther lunged. Reaching back, he pulled Gunther down with a neck breaker.

The crowd broke out into “Let’s go Jey,” chants. The claps that followed echoing across the arena.

Jey turned around, but Gunther was already getting up.

Damn it.

He needed some energy. He held his hands up.

The crowd started, “Awwwwwww.”

He brought his arms down. “YEET.”

They ran at each other again. Jey hit him with a spear. He went to pin him.

1, 2, kick out.

Jey stood up and gave him an elbow drop. Gunther groaned, but didn’t get up. Jey used what felt like the last of his strength to pull Gunther closer to the corner. Jey climbed on the ropes. Jey soared and landed on Gunther. Uso Splash. He hooked his leg for the count.

1, 2, 3. Ding, Ding, ding.

Jey let go of Gunther and felt his eyes start to water.

“Here is your winner,” Alicia Taylor announced. “And the new World Heavyweight Champion: Main Event Jey Uso!”

Jey and Gunther stood up simultaneously. Their eyes met. Gunther held out his hand and Jey shook it.

The referee came and held up Jey’s hand. The crowd went wild again. The referee handed him the title. Jey held it close to his chest for a second. The nagging voice in his head was silent. He ran and stood on the ropes holding up the title. Pyro went off. Then his music hit. He threw the title on his shoulder and yeeted with one hand. He got down and started heading backstage.

As soon as he was backstage, Rhea jumped on him. He caught her and laughed as she kissed him all over his face.

“You fucking did it!” she screamed.

He wiped some of her tears away. “I did it.”

Jimmy and Naomi patted him on the shoulders until he set Rhea down. He hugged Naomi, then hugged Jimmy.

“We’re so proud of you,” Naomi said.

“You did that,” Jimmy said. “Congrats, man.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Jey said.

“You better hope I don’t win the Rumble, though,” Jimmy said, holding his hands up. “Or I’m coming for you, uce.”

“I’ll be ready,” Jey said, grinning.

[moutainrusing]

fight

“Wish me luck!” James beamed at the threshold of their dormitory, finally about to go on a date with Lily Evans.

Or so he thought, which Sirius, lounging on their shared bed, smiled at him amusedly for, tilting his head as he appraised James’s outfit. It consisted of: Sirius’s ripped jeans and Sirius’s leather jacket and everything smelling of only Sirius, he was swathed in Sirius, because even if James was about to go on a date with someone else, he couldn’t go there without him.

Didn’t that say something?

It did, and so he opened his mouth, not to wish his boy luck, but to reel him in like catching fish with glinting bait, to make James stumble backwards and crash into his arms, plummet into the mantle of the Earth and burn, settle around its core and cradle it within their arms, because they could make it theirs, fuse it to their palms and wrap hands around waists, necks, hips, tugging them together as constantly as gravity tugged rocks into planets, hold and settle and then burn all over again. “I told her you cancelled.”

James froze. He stopped teetering at the threshold, feet tipping back into their room. “You… what?”

Sliding off their bed, Sirius sauntered into James’s space and slipped a hand around him to close the door. Their noses inches apart, he whispered, “I told her that you cancelled.”

James was looking at his lips. When Sirius smirked, he tore them away, staring into his eyes like a caught, wounded animal. “Why?”

“You had detention, so you cancelled,” Sirius drawled out.

“I don’t— and I meant, why did you want to tell her I’m not available?”

“You got detention for a physical altercation,” he leaned closer.

“Cut it out,” James punched his shoulder away. “I don’t have detention.” He looked at Sirius closely, “Did you really tell her I cancelled our date?”

“Yes,” he answered plainly.

James stared back. His jaw clenched and his posture tightened, taller and more rigid, curtly asking, “Why?”

“You had detention,” Sirius shrugged.

“I don’t—” James yelled. He briefly closed his eyes, hissed through gritted teeth, “I don’t have detention, Sirius.”

“Oh, you don’t?” he sang sweetly. “My apologies, I guess I just cancelled because I wanted to. What can you do?”

“Sirius. What the fuck?”

“What?” Sirius frowned playfully. “I don’t see a problem.”

“You— because you wanted to? It’s my date!” James shouted, punching his chest.

“Aw, don’t hurt yourself over it, Jamie.”

“I’m not—” he lunged forward, grabbing Sirius’s collar, “I’m not hurting myself.”

“Oh?” Looking up at James through his eyelashes, he murmured lowly, “Then are you gonna hurt me?”

There was a pause, James’s grip trembling slightly. “I should,” he rasped, tightening his fist and pulling Sirius closer.

“Then do,” he dared. “You did get detention for a fight, no?”

James punched him. It was weak, soft, flimsy. It was the breeze in Sirius’s hair.

He grinned at him, “Pathetic.” He smiled at the way James glared, caught up and unashamed to just stare at him, and Sirius could do the same for him, take in the way his throat bobbed harshly like chopping waves, the way his chest heaved subtly; the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings, nostrils flaring because Sirius was tempting a beast. A beautiful beast. One as arrogant as he, but kinder about it, still a bully but also a friend. Sirius was just a bully. For James? He’d be anything. For the way the light never went out of James’s eyes as he reached a careful thumb out to stroke Sirius’s jaw? It was an archaeologist digging up ancient ruins and somehow finding them magical.

“You know I can hit harder,” he mumbled, apologetic in tone even though he hadn’t hurt Sirius at all.

Sirius had hit him way worse. “Then do,” he goaded. “I made you dress up for a date I knew you weren’t even going to. I made you fret over it and panic, wake up pacing because you were nervous, and all along, I knew you weren’t going. I made sure of that.”

Thumb pressing into Sirius’s cheek, he croaked, “Why, Siri?”

Sirius’s eyes flashed, “You need to ask that?” He pushed James’s hand away, then grabbed it between his own. “You’re the only one who can call me Siri, Jamie. Even though I hate that name, even though it’s sickly and weird, I love it when it’s you. You make it special.”

“We’re best friends,” James swallowed thickly.

Sirius squeezed his hand, “Yeah.”

“So why would you cancel the one chance I finally got with the person I love?”

Sirius tightened his grip, leaning forwards, “You love her?” The air spat from his lips was breathed straight into James’s. “Whose bed do you sleep in at night?” Ours. “Whose clothes do you wear on dates?” Mine. “Who do you go to every time you wanna be loved?” Me. “Who do I go to when I want love?”

James’s lips parted. “I—”

“Yeah. You, you fucker.”

“But— Evans—”

“Oh, you still call her Evans,” Sirius whacked James’s thick skull. Grabbed it between his hands, “When you were asking her out? That was bullying, that was you revelling in someone’s reaction to you being a total jackass.” He pushed in further, “Lily Evans only said yes because Remus told her to. She trusts him, he promised that she wouldn’t actually have to date you. And I was the one who told Remus to do that. Because, James, we’re getting sick of us stinking up the dormitory with all these feelings.”

He released James’s head suddenly, pushed him away, inhaled deeply even though his lungs were cracking and his heart was breaking, “He said you loved me back. He promised me you’d—” He paused, closed his eyes, joked with a grin, “Everyone seems to trust Remus’s promises, don’t they? We should use this in a prank, Jamie, it’d be awesome—”

“I don’t love her,” James exhaled sharply. He breathed in again, “I smell like you.”

“Well, obviously, you’re—”

“I like you.”

“...Wearing my clothes.”

“Sirius,” James said gravely. “I’m going to punch you in the mouth.”

Sirius’s eyebrows flew up.

“With my mouth.” James kissed him.

Sirius wrapped his hands around his neck and pulled.

[primthegreat]

In the ranking of who Id be more willing to fight to the least it goes like this;

1. Jaybin- I think he’d still kick my ass but it would be a good tussle, I’m pretty sure teeth would be involved on both ends though.

2. Timbin- Would also kick my ass, but I think he’d be nicer about it? Still absolutely wreck me but then he’d like give me a thumbs up and make suggestions on how I could improve idk. I’m still leaving in pain.

3. Damian- I don’t think we’d even fight physically he’d just look at me and clock every insecurity I have and absolutely wreck me emotionally, and I will never be in the emotional state to handle that from a 10y/o.

4. Dickbin- He would absolutely rip me apart. Kid was ruthless, and he was MEAN. I’d leave with multiple broken bones and a broken ego, Damian would have hurt but Dick? I’d be ruined for life. Scathing words come from the kid without pants.

Again I’d like to remind everyone that these kids beat up full grown men nightly. Full on kick them to the curb. My 5’6 ass cannot compete.

And if you noticed I didn’t include girls it’s because I am but a simple being and if a woman can kick my ass I’d be asking her to marry me. Which all of the batgirls can and I am in love with all of them so yeah…

It was kinda fun thinking this through, if it had to be them grown up I’d list it like this;

(More willing to least)

1. Jason- he has the most skin showing, and I am still willing to bite, he can’t bc of his stupid helmet, so I’d get the factor of surprise. We’re pretty tied when it comes to knowledge of guns and willingness to use them. I’d probably be more likely to shoot him though.

2. Tim- Kinda still the same as last time, he’d absolutely kick my ass but be a little nicer than the others about it. Probably get me a job at WE or something if I’m really down on my luck

3. Damian- Kids words would still hurt but I think he’d just knock me out, but honestly in Gotham I don’t think I’d wanna be laying on the floor anywhere. Maybe I could bribe him to leave me alone with pictures of my animals?

4. Dick- Would absolutely wreck me and ykw? I’d probably deserve it, like, sorry dude you’re right I need my head bashed into a brick wall I don’t know what I was thinking. Nightwing is terrifying, and I love him for it, however I do believe I’d rather knock myself out than fight him.

Long story short I am always gonna be 10x more willing to fight Jason over everyone bc I have the strange need to sink my teeth into his skin in a way of pure violence, thank you for coming to my ted talk this was entertaining :)

ok important question for the DC fans, which robin would you least like to fight?

because personally I’m inclined to say Damian but I feel like they’re all terrifying in their own right.

for one dick Grayson was not only the first and youngest but grew up being groomed to become the leader of the talons and to defeat Batman and reclaim Gotham. Not only does he have amazing flexibility aim and a natural ability to lie so convincingly he’s tricked some of the best detectives on earth but he’s been shown to have a planning and leadership capability to match Bruce. He also operated as deathstrokes apprentice during this time earning the respect admiration and obsession of the experienced mercenary.

secondly we have Jason Todd, who grew up in the streets of Gotham for years practically alone since his mother was an addict who was mostly checked out. He nearly managed to get away with stealing the tires off the bat mobile and he was able to relatively seamlessly transition into the role of Robin because of his physical and mental fortitude

Thirdly Tim Drake not only found out who the bats were with no outside assistance as a child but was able to covertly follow the bats without detection for several years without major injury. He is also widely regarded as an equal if not superior detective than Batman an expert hacker as well as the best hacker of the robins and similarly was able to quickly adjust to his role as robin

Fourth of all Damian Wayne son of Batman and Talia Al Ghul created to be the genetically superior assassin and future heir to the throne of Ra’s Al Ghul trained from birth as an expert assassin and performed well enough to gain the approval of Ra’s and his mother both expert assassins for several years. The only problem Bruce could find with his performance was that he was too vicious and cut throat when dealing with criminals. After Bruce’s “death” he finished off his training with Dick Grayson the first robin leader of the titans and the person who would later single handedly take down spyral a criminal organization that uncovered the identities of the entirety of the JLAs identities

Please tell me your opinions and sorry for not including some of the others(Carrie Kelly, Stephanie brown etc) I just don’t have enough info about their lives but I’d love to learn some!

[beyondtheticklecloset]

Fuck the Pizza (My Hero Academia)

Summary: Class 1-A is having a pizza party, but Bakugou is nowhere to be seen. When his boyfriend goes to check on him, Todoroki finds he's in dire need of another kind of sustenance.

A/N: Was in a depressive episode, wrote out my feelings. (I'm good now!) Enjoy.

Word Count: 808

Warning: Hurt/comfort, light angst

~~~

“Where’s Bakugou?” Kirishima asked as he plopped the stack of pizza boxes onto the table. The others in Class 1-A were already gathering around, ready to dig in. “He’ll miss out if he doesn’t get his butt out here.”

Todoroki pulled out his phone and frowned at it. “I don’t know. I texted him, and he read it, but…” He considered a moment, then pocketed the device and turned on his heel. “I’ll go get him. Try not to steal all of the supreme slices. Those are his favorite.”

The half-and-half hero hurried down the hall to his partner’s door, knocking a couple of times. “Hey, Katsuki. Pizza’s here. You’re gonna miss it if you don’t get moving.”

Silence. Todoroki frowned. This was unusual. Hesitantly, he tried the knob and then gave it a small push when the door opened. He announced his presence with a “hey, babe,” but was again met with silence.

The lights were on. Bakugou was sitting on the floor, staring up at his TV as though transfixed. For a moment, Todoroki smiled softly. He had his headphones on; he must have been enamored by a new romance anime and had lost track of time. That wouldn’t explain the left on read text, but…

Oh. It wasn’t a romance anime, or any kind of anime. It was…a video of a beach?

Todoroki glanced between the screen and his boyfriend, confused. Cautiously, not wanting to scare him, he moved further into the room, closing the door behind him just in case, since the vibes in here were off, to say the least. He slowly reached out to put his hand on the blonde’s shoulder, hoping he’d notice him well before then.

He didn’t, and Bakugou jolted in surprise when Todoroki touched down on the bare skin of his upper arm. The latter expected him to snap at him for being so quiet or even shoot him a mock glare, but instead he just sighed, taking off his headphones, letting them rest around his neck.

“Pizza’s here,” he said.

“Y-Yeah,” Todoroki replied, caught off guard. He’d seen a lot of moods from his boyfriend, but never something like this. “Are you okay?”

Bakugou opened his mouth, closed it again. Swallowed. Glanced away. “Not…really. But it’s whatever.”

Todoroki grabbed his arm again, this time not caring if he startled the blonde. “No, not ‘whatever’. What’s up? You can tell me.” Please tell me. Please let me be there for you.

“It’s nothing, icy-hot,” Bakugou mumbled. “I’m just not in the mood to be social right now. I don’t want…” He trailed off, but Todoroki knew what he meant.

“Don’t want to go out there and get pizza because of all the people?”

“Yeah.”

“I can bring some in here. We can have a party of two,” Todoroki replied, already perking up at the idea. A spontaneous kind-of-pizza-date with his boyfriend? Who might even be in the mood to be the little spoon for a change? How could he refuse?

He straightened and turned to go, but Bakugou reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Todoroki turned to look back, already wilting, expecting the blonde to tell him to just go on without him. That he wanted to be alone.

But instead he mumbled, “Don’t…don’t leave me.” He tightened his grip just slightly, but it was noticeable. “Please.”

Todoroki melted. Without another word, he got down on the floor beside his partner, scooting behind him and pulling him back into his chest, letting him lean on him, letting the spiky blonde hairs tickle his nose as he nuzzled into him.

“Clingy,” Bakugou mumbled, but it was halfhearted and had no heat behind it. Todoroki pulled him in closer, crossing his legs over his boyfriend’s lap.

“You think I’m going to pass this up?” Todoroki chuckled, kissing his cheek. “You’re letting me hold you. You didn’t ask me to leave. I’m soaking this all up while I can. But…” He gentled his tone, growing serious, “Also, whatever’s bothering you…you can tell me, Katsuki. I want you to tell me. If you want to. If you’re up for it.”

The blonde was silent for a moment. Then he said, “You’ll miss out on pizza.”

Todoroki snorted. “Katsuki – and I mean this with all of my heart and soul – fuck the pizza.”

Bakugou let out a snicker, then let go and settled into Todoroki fully, allowing him to hold him and be with him, even though he didn’t feel very chatty.

At some point, one of their classmates – Todoroki suspected Hagakure, because he never actually saw who – put two plates of pizza and two soda cans just inside the door without a word, leaving them alone while still including them in the party happening outside.

Later they’d thank everyone for the gesture.

But right now, they just wanted to be.

[pokespe-rainbow]

Any Tmnt Iteration x Spider-Man!Reader: First meeting

Part 2

You hold the proud title of New York one and only superhero. It's probably been months since that weird spider bite you, and that incident with your uncle's demise probably let you scarred for life, but that's not what we're gonna talk today! Can we please let your dead uncle out of this? Yeah? Thank you!

You've done a lot of things for this city, seriously, from a crazy guy with robotic wings to an electricist that controls electricity. Pretty ironic doesn't? Of course, no version of Spider-Man could be Spiderman if the media didn't drag your reputation through the mud. You can thank that to your boss, Burne Thompson. You almost regret coming to him when selling pictures of yourself, but you were desperate. If it helps your aunt to get to the end of the month, you could take a little of public humiliation. At least one of your coworkers, April O'Neil, is nice enough and always talks good from your alter ego when she's on the scene. In fact, the number of times you've rescued her is enough to tag her of your Lois Lane or your Vicky Vale. She's pretty, but you're not interested!

It was just another normal night, doing your spider things and taking yourself selfies, until your Spidey Sense started buzzing and telling you danger approaches. You keep your camera in their place with one of your webs before waiting for action.

You didn't expect to find an oversized turtle in a skateboard just goofing around. Okay, it's New York, weird shit happens all the time. The Turtle had an orange bandana and a pair of nunchakus on their belt. Oh! And they're naked! Well, turtles didn't have the same genitalia mammals had. In none of your Animal Planet you never saw a crocodile's junk— No Spidey! Bad Spidey! Your Spidey Sense never gets wrong! And if your Spider sense says this Turtle is dangerous, then some truth must be!

"That's some pair of good tricks over there" - you say casually as the Turtle frozes and start looking around - "Up here buddy, on the side of the building."

The Turtle's eyes are surprisingly... Human. Of a pretty baby blue color. Squared head and two holes instead of a nose. You think you could actually freak out if there was an actual human nose there.

"Holy sh—!" - comes out a very human and childish voice. He sounds pretty much like someone your age should sound - "[S/n]! I'm sorry! I promise I didn't do anything illegal! Just don't take me to jail!" - he frenetically screams

"Woah woah, easy buddy " - you put your hands in the air as a sign peace - "I'm not going to do anything as long you didn't do anything, okay? You just don't see a giant turtle every night! A giant lizard? Maybe. I was just curious. You don't plan to do anything in this neighborhood?" - you do you best to out your vest Batman voice

"No Sir/Ma'am No!" - The Turtle stand up straight

"No taking over the city plans I should worry about?" - you ask again

"I promise! I'm a good guy!"

"Very well" - you stayed silent for a couple of seconds before changing the mood - "I believe you!"

The Turtle stays still before looking at you - "You do?"

"Yes"

"You're not gonna run screaming or anything?" - ask the Turtle

"My dude, or dudette or non binary buddy, is that's your wave. This is New York. If you can't stand a pair of wierd shit like giant animals then you're a pussy and you should move out because you're not a yanqui if you're not used to"

"Oooohhh" - the Turtle seems to realize - "Thanks... That's... That was nice, you're the first person that doesn't run away screaming"

"And you're the first person, excuse me, reptile that doesn't try to kill me on the spot. I should be thanking you" - you said as you decide this little fella over there is going to become your favorite person in New York at this point as you jump and land next to him... Her.. They? - "Do you have any name I can call you?"

"Sure! Name's Michelangelo! But my brother's call me Mikey!" - answers the Turtle

"As the artist? You know? The one with the naked statues?"

"Exactly!" - Mikey says before laughing - "Oh, I'm so gonna use that with my brothers!"

Curiosity spikes you. He already mentioned his brothers twice. As much as you like to ask if they're turtles as well you decide to keep your questions for yourself. You don't know how he ended up as a giant turtle, but the world weren't as gentle with the ones that were different.

"Really, wait to you hear this one—" - you were about to drop some lame joke before you could heard police sirens on the distance - "Shoot. Duty calls" - You turn to look at Michelangelo - "Sorry, but I gotta go"

"Sure! Go kick some bad guys ass!" - cheered Michelangelo - "I can't wait to rub I meet [S/n] on Donnie's face!"

"Oh really?" - you rise an eyebrow behind your mask - "Can you tell me tomorrow how it go?"

"Really dude/dudette?" - asked Michelangelo, you could see the starry look in his eyes

"Yeah! Same hour, same place!" - you say as you prepare to swing away - "And don't talk to stangers in alleys!"

"I Won't!" - you heard him answer as you swing away

New York. The city a Turtle and a Spider could get along...

[beevean]

Let's see why Trevor's important... hmmm... without him, Sypha would remain stone, Grant some goblin thing, and Alucard would still be catching Zzzs in his little coffin.

Belmonts are fucking important. Without Leon, there's no Trevor, and without Trevor, no Simon, no Juste, no Richter, literally the entire line is just BLEH, nonexistent, nada. Julius? Gone. Nonexistent. Nope. Not even a spec of sperm existing. Without them, Dracula would fuck shit up real bad. What, some random kid from the streets is going to pick up some magical item and be able to take down Dracula? No, the Belmonts had a reason to exist, and when Belmonts aren't around, you KNOW people are up in arms, terrified, "fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK we gotta arm up, train for life, we're fucking DEAD if a certain asshole shows up again, we're reaching 100 years."

Trevors's KIDS marry into Helsing and Morris. Pretty. Fucking. IMPORTANT.

Ecclesia exists because, "holy shit, a Belmont isn't present to protect us, we gotta fucking do all this shit cause we are FUCKED. We are SO COOKED if Dracula gets up to his shit again, it's been 100 years, any day now, we gotta do something to beat his ass because, my god, we DONT HAVE A BELMONT WHO COULD TAKE HIM ON."

Alucard shows up in SOTN because what? "Holy fucking shit, the only Belmont around is literally fucking corrupted as shit, and since he can't protect the innocents from daddy-o, I gotta step in for him because what the fuck."

Tell me again why we are pissing all over the Belmonts in the anime? You know they literally have to make SOME excuse for Alucard and Sypha to not be able to be there with Trevor when he has to fight death. And then we see Richter. Richter, honey, are you doing good there? Yeah? Having fun? Having fun being the fucking tailbone of the series? Tailbone? No, forgive me for overestimating your importance to the story, the TOENAIL of YOUR OWN FUCKING SHOW. You, Belmont, and yet... What have you done? Besides cry at a river because oh no, mommy dead. And it isn't brought up again second season. Fuck, I guess we aren't gonna be traumatized that the only other mother figure is. A. Fucking. VAMPIRE.

I died inside when I saw Alucard in the first season, showing up to sAvE thE dAY. Oh my fucking god. No, seriously, my god, can we NOT have any moment without you, Alucard? Can we not just... not have you for a little while? Can Richter just grow the fuck up, have his little character arc, get fucking corrupted, and THEN your dumbass comes back from Hawaii or wherever your dumbass has been for the past 300 years since your threesome fucking DIED? I honestly don't even care if they decided to have him do a world tour instead of going to sleep for 300 years, just. COME ON.

They shouldn't have named it Castlevania. It should be more like: Nocturne: Fuck you, Richter, the girls called for Alucard. Nocturne: The Chronicles of a Sidekick. Nocturne: My Mommy died.

"Nocturne: My Mommy Died" made me spit out a lung because yes! Richter literally bonds with people through dead moms! 😂

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(but he makes sure to specify that Annette had it worse, of course, which gives me lovely S1 flashbacks of Annette looking down on him and calling him a child who doesn't know much of the world)

Anyway, I could talk about how the first show wasted the very idea they had, which is that Trevor is important to the gang because he's the Night Creature expert and because of his heritage he has all the tools and knowledge necessary to take out any vampire (since Dracula goes down attacked by his own depression, and Alucard is a massive cunt to Trevor precisely due to his Belmont heritage that he needs), or that it is incredibly obvious that the only reason the story jumped to 1792 is only so that they could bring back Alucard the fandom blorbo and provider of fanservice, who cares about some rando like uhhhhhh Simon Belmont... but your rant is a work of art and I want to print it and frame it on the wall. Beautiful. I'm in tears. I have nothing else to add.

[spaceyjessa]

I finished reading Order 66

rambles (and pain) under the cut

AHHHHHHHH!

Okay I'm not even sure I've actually processed everything this book made me feel. I've gotten like 'teary eyed' reading books before but never tears streaming down my face as I read. I'm gonna try to do this in a semi-coherent way, but no promises.

Darman has been one of my favorites, if not my actual favorite, since the beginning of the series and I was warned (thank you @justanotherdikutsimp) to brace myself and have a happy AU ready for him. Which is how I'm coping after Etain's death.

I can't say I didn't expect it, I really did, I expected it, but the way it was done was so much more intense than I thought it was going to be. The panic that the padawan's are going through, the trooper rushing in, it was such a sudden chaotic moment and it was so easy to see everything from every person's POV after getting to know the characters so well. Also the contrast between Darman staying with Niner vs Delta leaving Sev (WHY OHMYGOSH I HATED IT) --

I had to take a break go to sleep because it was 5am again after Etain's funeral scene (BABY KAD AND THE STUFFED ANIMAL I HATE IT HERE) and so I didn't get to see anything but Darman's initial reaction to her death and not him dealing with the aftermath. When I got to those scenes the next night though, I was crying again. His reaction of shutting down and just becoming a different person was so realistic but so so sad. He's lost so much, wanted so much that was just within reach (I knew those holopics they took with Kad would come back to haunt me, and also Kal apparently) and I'll never be over this little family.

As a side note beetles and all beetle related analogies are going to depress me FOREVER from the first instance with the bright wings (is that what they're called??) to when they're racing the beetles in O66 and Dar is wondering why they don't just fly away WHEN THEY CAN.

If you need me I'll be recreating the above picture for the next week.

I have a million more thoughts that will probably all have to have posts of their own I'm so sorry this is my personality now