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osohchoso · 6 months ago

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Shattered Ice

Bonus- Active Imagination

Hockey Player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

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Content: Choso POV, masturbation, fantasizing, he is down bad MDNI!!!

“Um…see you tomorrow then.” He just barely missed your last words as he slammed your front door behind him, leaving in a rush to exit the dorms as fast as possible. He flew down the stairs, taking two at a time until he was outside in the chilly air, purposeful strides carrying him to his car.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror as he sank into the driver's seat. Pupils blown wide and face flushed, his bangs damp and slicked to his forehead. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust the way his hardening cock pressed uncomfortably against the fabric. With a deep breath, he started the car. Hopefully the drive can help clear his head.

“Idiot,” he isn't sure if he is scolding himself for his reaction or you for that last little comment you made. Of course he has heard that phrase before, he wasn’t born yesterday. But with you saying that in front of him, he couldn’t help but imagine how you looked underneath your clothes. Would you wear a matching lace set? Do you own a thong in his favorite color? Would you ever let him be the one to remove the bra from your perfect tits? His dick twitches at the thought.

He wishes he could pull a move like you and just ignore you after his awkward exit, but he can’t. Not after he tried so hard to make things right again, not when he wants to see so much more of you.

The drive does nothing to calm his mind, in fact, it only stokes his flame of need. He can't get you out of his mind. When did he start feeling this way? Was it the night of the party when he saw you acting wild and free? Or was that cute, flustered expression to blame for the way his heart constricts?

It could have been Friday night, when he saw the way Naoya sunk his claws into you. You looked so vulnerable and scared. He wanted to kill Naoya in that moment for touching you, for even allowing his vile eyes to gaze upon your gorgeous body. The second he saw the struggle, Choso was marching over with intent of snapping his wrist.

But you surprised him. Even when you were shaking with fear you refused to back down. Fighting back with nothing but the phone in your hand. Was it successful? No. But it proved to Choso that you weren’t just some helpless girl, there was a fire inside you and he couldn't help but be drawn in like a moth.

He doesn’t regret what he did to Naoya. Deep down he knew you were never going to report him, so he had to take matters into his own hands. The very next day he went straight to Coach Yaga and told him everything he saw, leaving out the personal details to protect your privacy. Coach was beyond disgusted and called an emergency meeting with the school staff where Choso had to give a witness report. At first, the higher ups wanted to dismiss it. Claiming what he saw was nothing more than some lovers spat and not any of his business.

So Choso threatened to hang up his skates. To his surprise, Coach stood ground with him, warning them he would quit right here and now if no action was taken. Losing both the remarkable coach and star goalie would be a devastating blow to the team, possibly ruining Kaisen University’s reputation as the number one hockey college. They had no choice but to proceed with Naoya’s investigation.

Choso decided he would do anything for you, never let anyone hurt you ever again.

He parks his car in the usual spot in front of the house, the voices of Sukuna and the others carrying all the way outside. Even on a Sunday they don’t know how to keep it down. He checks his reflection again, taking a few deep breaths in hopes of chasing the glowing blush before he heads inside. He needs every bit of strength to slip past them to his room upstairs.

“Haibara! Haibara!” The team’s loud chants fill the air. Choso notices the happy face of a familiar bartender in the center of the kitchen. Chugging a beer alongside his best friend Kento. Looks like they found a replacement for the team, that’s good.

‘Hey! Choso! Come join us–” Hiromi calls to him the second he pushes through the front door, holding out a beer can as an offering. Choso adjusts the gray hoodie in his hand, trying his best to hold it in a way that conceals his raging boner from the crowd.

“Sorry, can’t,” He doesn't even bother making an excuse or looking his way as he cuts him off, proceeding to climb up the stairs. Once in his room he shuts the door as quiet as possible, locking it behind him. He tosses the hoodie over to the bed as he leans back against the door, his eyes shut tight while he silently curses to himself.

Would you look at him differently if you knew what he was about to do?

Either way, he didn’t care. Completely driven by the need to satisfy his urges.

When he opens his eyes, he quickly unlaces his boots, kicking them across the room with a loud thud. He pulls the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting down as his fingers fumble with the zipper to his pants, sliding them down his legs along with the boxers underneath. Freeing his aching erection, the blushing tip leaking with pre-cum.

He stumbles toward the bed, feeling dizzy as he swirls a rough thumb around the tip to gather the slick liquid to spread down his shaft. He stifles a moan into the shirt, biting down harder. He wishes it was your hand wrapped around his length instead of his own.

He pumps himself into his hand, unable to stop if he even wanted, imagining what it would be like if you were on your knees in front of him. Perfect lips wrapped around his needy cock. Those same lips he wished he would have kissed when they were sticky and red from your drink. Tasting the sweetness off of them. Why couldn't he have acted a little bolder that night at the bar?

Everything about you is perfect, your ex never deserved you. Choso knows he could treat you better than he ever could if he was given the chance. Who would cheat on you of all people? If you were his girl, he wouldn't dare. Even if you entered a friends-with-benefits situation with him, he would still stay loyal. All he wants is to please you, only you, in whatever way possible. He’s never felt so strongly about any other girl before.

He wanted just one taste, one chance to bury his head between your legs. To hear what pretty little sounds you could make for him. He wouldn’t even ask for anything in return, listening to your satisfaction alone would probably be enough to make him cum. He imagines your taste is as good as your smell.

His free hand grabs the once borrowed sweatshirt off the bed, pressing his nose to the fabric and inhaling deeply. The first note is clean, freshly washed in the same detergent that you wash your own clothing in. But if he focuses, he can still pick out the scent of you, that intoxicating honey perfume he’s become addicted too. Eyes shut and brows pinched upward as he is lost in all the ways he wants to fuck you, letting out a muffled moan as his pace quickens involuntarily.

One more sniff paired with the rough tug on his cock, and he is sent tumbling over the edge. Muffling a grunt into his shirt as he shoots ribbons of cum all over the hoodie. Painting a picture of his burning need for you. But he doesn't stop there, continuing to fuck his hand until he’s nearing overstimulation. Lost chasing a high as his mind is clouded with visions of you.

“F-fuck!” He blurts out loudly, releasing the hem of his shirt from his teeth, fabric now coated in his own drool. His eyes snap open and he notices the mess he created down the front of his hoodie. You had washed and rubbed your scent off on it so nicely for him, and he just ruined it. Now he has to stick it in the wash, ultimately erasing any traces of you.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to get you to wear it again. Just because he cares about you and doesn’t want you to catch a cold, not because of an ulterior motive of course.

Taglist: @v1x3n @lavenderdaydream97 @simplyraeblue @huang-the-geek @sodapop182 @angel04-01@liiiacke @ravester @ladytano420

A/N: I wrote all this at 3am hehe

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cheeseboi420 · 9 months ago

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Of A Feather - Chapter One Preview

A/N: hi everybody!!! I am super duper stoked to present u all with the first 2k words of Of A Feather, aka the "what if Jason's bio mom didnt SUCK" fic. Im hoping to have the full chapter ready for publishing in the next week or two! Big thanks to everyone who's talked to me abt this fic so far, and an ESPECIALLY big thanks to @jayladfanpage for basically being my jaybin encyclopedia while i work my way through this fic!!! This warning will be more applicable in future chapters but it should be noted that this fic is NOT canon compliant and does significantly change/recontextualize a couple things about Jason's background, but you the audience get to find out about all that in real time alongside Jason lmao!! Anyways, without further adieu, please enjoy this preview ❤️

You expect this evening to play out like the one before it. And the one before that. And the one before that. Your routine hasn't changed in the last 13 years. Why should it? It serves you well enough, keeps you alive and… Well, that's about all it does for you. Not that you're looking for more! For the most part, you are… content, maybe isn't the correct word. Complacent fits a little better, but still isn't wholly accurate. You're content in the knowledge that your boy is safe and loved, somewhere far away from the trouble that chases you. You're complacent in your own quiet misery. The longing and loneliness had been a bitter pill to swallow those first few years of running, but after this long you've learned not to complain. God knows no one would listen if you did.

You've got a shitty box pizza in the oven. This will be your dinner, tomorrow's breakfast, and tomorrow's dinner. You won't particularly enjoy any of the meals, but they'll sustain you well enough. These days, food brings you little, if any joy. Meal times are a chore to slog through before the distraction that work brings or the sweet embrace of sleep. You look forward to, more than anything, going to bed. Not because you're tired (though there is a bone deep weariness that permeates- that no amount of rest could ever fix) but because bed means sleep, and sleep means dreams, and dreams mean a chance to hold your baby again.

You don't dream of Jason every night, but every morning, you wake thinking of him. Is he still asleep right now? Having breakfast? Is he eating well? Is he happy? Is he happy? Is he happy?

By the time you push your way through breakfast most mornings the cacophony of thoughts revolving around your son quiets to a dull roar in the back of your mind. It's better that way, you think. If you thought about him as much as your mind seemed to want you to, you'd never get anything done.

Life carries on, you suppose. However dreary and dull that life may be.

At one time you'd found the whole thing very exciting- though not in a particularly enjoyable way. The adrenaline rush has worn off over the years, no longer do you feel as though death is nipping at your heels. The paranoia never fades though. Even if your doom does not cast a shadow over you, you're always looking over your shoulder, always ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

You keep a bag packed and ready in the closet by the front door for when you have to leave this place, too. Though, you think it's buried under a winter jacket and your spare blankets. You really ought to dig it out, keep it easily accessible. You should do that but… it's been a long day. You want to eat your shitty pizza, lay down on your futon, and let the sound of tv static fill your studio apartment, lulling you to sleep.

You're getting too comfortable here, you think. You've lived in Michigan for nearly a year now. It is simultaneously entirely too close to and entirely too far from Gotham. The apartment itself was a godsend after spending most of your time sleeping in cars, tents, whatever unfortunate business was willing to employ you, anywhere you could, really- sure it has bugs, and the windows don't close all the way, and you're fairly certain it'll only take one more bad winter storm for the place to come crumbling down, but rent is dirt cheap, and the slumlord you rent from didn't ask for any ID when you signed your ‘lease.’ You're fairly certain that thing's not legally binding anyways- it was written on a cocktail napkin for Christ's sake. That didn't stop you from using a fake name when signing it. You can never be too careful.

You haven't seen your landlord since you moved in anyways. You don't ask for maintenance when things break, you fix them yourself or just learn to live with them broken. You deliver your rent by slipping a cash stuffed envelope with your name (your fake name, the one you signed your lease with, the one you use at work, the one you'd use at coffee shops if you ever went to any) on it through the slot in the office door. You do your best to be invisible. You don't cause problems, and you don't go out of your way to fix them for others. You make no friends or enemies. You've left no impact on the many places you've been, the cities you've drifted through.

The only evidence you've gone anywhere at all in your life is a stack of postcards, held together with a worn rubber band, sitting at the bottom of your go-bag. The only evidence of a life lived before that is in a similarly bound stack of polaroids, held together with a too-small paperclip. Every now and then, you'll buy a bottle of cheap wine to chug as you pour over the old photographs. Only when you leave for a new city do you dare to touch the stack of unsent postcards.

You can't bear to look at the photos too often, a painful reminder of your own failings. A reminder of the stupid, reckless little girl you'd been and the shell of a woman you'd become in the aftermath.

It's all your own fault, really.

At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

It's easier to swallow than the alternative: that you were a vulnerable and unloved thing, eating from any hand that would feed you, until the hand that feeds decides to beat.

This, you think, is why you shouldn't think too hard about the past. It doesn't do you any good to dwell on it.

You force yourself to focus on the present, on the here and now. The scratchy polyester blend of the futon cushions, the scent of cheap cheese melting in the oven, the distant sound of sirens, and howling wind outside your apartment. There's no sense in thinking about Gotham now, not when you're so far from it.

You sit up on the futon, no longer content to lounge and let your mind wander. Instead you task yourself with flipping through channels on TV, seeking something mind numbing enough to distract you from your unusually strong urge to reminisce.

The Wonder Years? No, you don't want to watch anything about a family.

Alf? No, that puppet creeps you out.

Cops? Fuck that.

You're about to resign yourself to another night of murmuring the (mostly incorrect) answers to Jeopardy questions at your tv, when you're startled by a knock at your door.

A… knock… at your door.

No one ever knocks on your door. You don't get mail, you don't have friends, if your landlord wanted something, you're willing to bet the greasy bastard wouldn't be willing to haul himself all the way up to the fifth floor at nearly 10 PM.

Oh God… Did… Did he find you? Is this it? Are you going to die in the upper peninsula of Michigan, of all places?!

No, no. You have to stay calm. This could be anything. It's just a knock at the door. It could be anyone!

Oh lord, it could be anyone.

You keep the tv on, hoping that the sound of Alex Trebek grilling folks on useless trivia will cover your footsteps as you creep towards your front door. You hold your breath as you press yourself against it, double checking that all three of your locks are secure before you risk a glance out the peephole.

When you look out into the hall you're surprised, and frankly a bit confused by the sight before you. Standing at your door is a boy, dark haired and bright eyed. He stands straight but not particularly tall- he can't be more than five feet. He's glancing around the hall, rocking back and forth on his heels. He's wearing a red sweatshirt and jeans, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Despite his small stature he holds an air of determination that makes you think he must feel quite old for his age- you get that, you were the same way in your own youth. A chip too big for your shoulder.

You're so focused on studying him that it startles you when he leans forward to knock again. You jolt, accidentally kicking the door (with your bare feet too, damn does that hurt your poor toes) and responding to his knock-knock-knock with a solid knock of your own.

“Hello?” The boy calls. “Anybody home?”

“I don't have any money!” You call back, cursing yourself for the shake in your voice. You should not be this rattled by a random adolescent on your doorstep. “So, if you're selling popcorn, or cookies, or whatever, you should try next door.”

The boy rolls his eyes.

“I'm not a boy scout!” He says. “I'm looking for-”

And then the shoe drops; he says your name. Your full name. Not your fake name, that you use at work, and on envelopes, and in hypothetical coffee shops. Your real name.

It takes every bit of emotional regulation you can muster not to spiral into a full blown panic right then and there because good God, did He send a child to finish you off? The cruel irony is not lost on you. Come to think of it, this boy on your doorstep does bear an uncanny resemblance to-

“My name is Jason Todd,” the boy continues. “And uh… well, I might be your son?”

He could be lying, the logical part of your brain insists. This could be a ploy to get you to open the door, don't open the door! But your hands are moving on their own, shakey as they may be. The first lock twists unlocked with ease, the second takes a fair bit more of your fine motor function, and by the time your shaking hands reach up to unhook the chain on the door, you're struggling to see through unshed tears. You attempt once, twice, three fucking times to get your hands to cooperate and unlatch the damn chain.

Fuck it.

You open the door, yanking it inwards, towards yourself as hard as you can. It should probably unnerve you that the flimsy chain breaks at the first sign of real resistance, but that's not what's important right now.

What's important is the boy standing before you- your boy. Your Jason.

He looks as surprised as you feel, his eyes flitting between the broken chain, and you.

For a long moment the only thing you can do is look at him, reacquaint yourself with the sight of him. Of course, you know that he did not stay frozen in time, the way your memory of him is. It's been many years since you've held that babbling toddler. But knowing and seeing are two different things.

He's small for his age, is your first thought. Your own fault, you're certain. Between a premature delivery and your own malnourishment during that first trimester, it's a miracle he'd survived in the first place. Small, but well fed. His cheeks are full and flushed. Despite his size, he seems healthy. Good. That means Will's been feeding him. Hopefully, it means they got the hell out of The Alley, into a nicer neighborhood.

His hair isn't as curly as you'd pictured it- too short in most places to hold a curl, save for his bangs, which seem to almost form the shape of a heart over his forehead.

“Jason?” You can barely manage to say his name through the lump in your throat. You find yourself suddenly struggling to focus your gaze on him, the haze of tears welling up in your eyes makes it difficult to see. You try to blink them away but instead they roll down your cheeks.

God, when's the last time you cried?

You reach out to him, cupping one of his cheeks in the palm of your shaking hand. He leans into the affectionate touch, and you're reminded of puppies, overeager and seeking love at every opportunity.

“Mom,” he says back to you, his tone just as reverent as your own. “Mom,” he says again, voice crackling. And then, in unison, the both of you have pulled each other into a crushing hug. You can't tell if the sound you make is a sob or a laugh. You hold onto Jason like he'll vanish into the ether if you loosen your hold for even a second, one hand clutching at the back of his sweatshirt, the other at the back of his head, petting his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

Finally, at long last, your heart is home.

SO. What do we think folks. Are you hooked? I hope youre hooked. Please be hooked. I wanna talk to people about this fic so damn bad. Please send anons or dms or literally anything. When the chapter is complete I'll be putting it up here as well as on my ao3, which I'll link to! Thanks so much for reading and i hope yall are enjoying yourselves so far! Send me an anon or a dm if you'd like to be included on the taglist for this series!

TAGLIST: @leirobles

#jaybin #jason todd #batman #jason todd x reader #robin!jason #can this be tagged as batmom???#im tagging it as batmom #batmom #of a feather

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roguephenon · 3 months ago

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I got redirected here after thinking socksandbuttons made ur nigel/Rachel fankid. Lol what a silly mistake! But anywho, can you please tell me more about Katie?

yas :3

Katherine “Katie” Primera Uno

- 8 years old

- codename: Numbuh C-4

- leader of sector V and Explodey Ka-BOOM! Expert

- very bossy, itching for action, tries to keep a cool composure but most of her plans and tactics end with her wanting to just blow everything up.

- can be a sore loser with an explosive temper.

- Loves Sonic the Hedgehog. Is a closet nerd about it. (It’s very obvious)

- Favorite holiday is 4th of July. When other kids assume she’s very patriotic, she laughs in their face and tells them it’s all about the fireworks. Besides, she was born in Canada.

- (actually, she was born in space—premature baby! Dr. Beetles wanted to keep an inside joke going, apparently)

- Has a pet Pygmy hedgehog named Speedy that she shares her secrets with.

- (Wanna see Speedy run to the top of the treehouse and back? … Wanna see her do it again?)

- Idolizes the legendary sector V and strives to be just as legendary. Is stoked she gets to work in their old treehouse when their parents move to the States.

- loves her parents, but is at the age where she doesn’t fully appreciate them (thinks her Daddy is a clumsy doofus, and her Mama is lame nerd despite her cool motorcycle.) She’s totes for sure they were never in the KND. There’s just no way.

- argues with her little sister a lot.

- would take a bullet for her baby brother (and her sister too, but she’ll never admit that)

- has juvenile idiopathic arthritis. Has special knee braces she’s gotta wear and her Mama is always chasing her down to put them on.

- pesters Global Command to send her and her team on missions because NOTHING EVER HAPPENS IN THE SECTOR V AREA ANYMORE! IT’S SO BORING!!!

- can NOT figure out why the treehouse computer just lets her dad wander in undetected, but he brings cookies and juice, so it’s not a security concern. Yet.

- has goals of becoming a Galactic Level Operative for very noble, respectful reasons (she wants access to dimensional 2x14 tech that will allow her to find and meet Sonic the Hedgehog)

- wants to take skateboarding lessons from Alessandra Altolocato, one of the owners and head supervisor of the Zestful Nonprofit Youth Center Right Up the Street. (Her dad is against this idea)

- has a terrible, dark, secret. One so horrible, it could get her kicked out of the Kids Next Door. You’ll never get it out of her. NEVER! it’s that she loves broccoli)

thank you again @socksandbuttons for bringing her to life 🥹

#codename: kids next door #knd #OCs #my OC #fankid #katie uno #numbuh C-4 #1/362

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tj-dragonblade · 1 year ago

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popping my head in to ask about Mer Hob 👀 from the WIP title ask game

Finally popping my head back up to answer, my apologies for the wait! Mer-Hob came out of server conversations about mer-Dreamling fish assignments and aquatic mating displays, but he kind of fizzled out with the scene I tried to write. Dusting him off for this, though, I think I can breathe the spark back into it. Take it past where I meant to before, so it will have a more satisfactory conclusion. I have scrapped the lackluster 'how did they meet' that was stalling me out and given them new backstory and now I'm unsure how exactly I want to structure this. Start where I've started and then jump back to the meeting, then bring them back to the present? Make the backstory a separate fic? Rearrange the whole thing chronologically, which would require a lot of rework and shortening of the current opening bit? IDK but I'll figure it out. In the meantime, here is a chunky chunk of drafting for their meet-cute (sfw but cut for length):

Dream is not surprised to find a waterline-level cave out on the rock formation in the bay, on the side not visible from shore. Nor is he overly surprised to find someone stretched out in the handsbreadth of water covering the floor with their eyes closed, as the morning light fills the first several feet of the cave brightly in a way that is conducive to sunbathing.

The fact that the sunbather has a bright orange tail with brilliant yellow fins and blue-black leopard-like spots is rather less expected, however, and Dream gasps his surprise.

The sound startles the man—the merman—surely not?—who sits bolt upright, eyes wide and panicking as he locks gazes with Dream not an arm's length away.

Dream's heart skips a beat. He's beautiful—

"Oh, fuck!" The merman—there is no other explanation, no mistaking the flurry of fins and scales as he moves—the merman twists and flops and dives past Dream, a less-than-graceful plunge off the rock and into the sea and then he is gone.

"Wait!" Dream cries, to the bright flick of yellow vanishing into the depths, but of course it is no use.

He could swim back to the boat, could don his diving gear and follow—but no. The merman is already gone, and will be more so by the time Dream could be equipped to give chase.

He swallows back his disappointment, his disbelief, and tells himself resolutely that he surely imagined the entire thing.

But he did not imagine it, he knows this; the knowledge lodges in his mind, burrows down into his consciousness and curls around his common sense, stokes his curiosity.

He saw a merman.

Merpeople do not exist.

But he saw one.

He returns the next day, hoping perhaps to repeat the discovery, but he is the only visitor to the cave in the hours that he spends there. When the tide has gone out and come back in, high enough once more to cover the floor of the cave, when he has spent all day waiting with nothing to show for it, he admits defeat and swims back to his boat.

He returns again, and again, later each day with the drift of the tide, diving to explore beneath the surface when the cave remains empty. He finds nothing of note, nothing to hint at the existence of merfolk, nothing at all out of the ordinary; by day six, he is trying to convince himself to make peace with the likelihood that he will never find any trace of the merman he knows he had seen.

On day seven, the merman is back, sunbathing at the front of the cave again.

Only this time, he has human legs, is wearing swim trunks, is sitting further away from where Dream is treading water, stunned.

"…Hello," Dream manages.

"Hi," the man says, warmly polite. He is cross-legged with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them, one hand holding the other wrist; he is meant to look casual and relaxed, Dream is certain, but the tension and the nervousness coming off of him are palpable.

He is still beautiful.

"You're. I saw you here, before?" His thoughts are still trying to catch up; he hoists himself into the cave, doesn't move closer.

The man's shoulders drop a tiny fraction. "Yeah, yep! Startled me good, you did!" He chuckles lightly, a carefree and casual sound; the fingers of his dangling hand wriggle, a nervous and distracted sort of gesture that draws Dream's attention to the profusion of hair on his bare legs, and arms, and what Dream can see of his chest.

"You had a. A tail, last time," Dream says, somewhat awkwardly, tearing his gaze from the sprinkling of hair on the man's bare toes.

"Oh, that, yes!" The man grins, bright and disarming. "I'm a mermaid performer, with the, ah, the local carnival."

Dream is convinced this is a lie even as the logical part of his brain points out that this explanation makes far more sense than believing in merfolk. He knows what he saw, the flexing of muscle and the fanning of fins, the bending and twisting that did not match up to the way that human legs would move in that configuration. The merman speaks with casual confidence, but the tension in his frame and the nervous fidget of his clasped hand are easy to read.

"…No, I don't think you are," Dream says, and the man's bright smile dips before returning to full wattage.

"Calling me a liar, are you?" He laughs, a light and enchanting sound that Dream immediately wants to hear more of. "Merfolk, they don't actually exist, I'll have you know."

~ The wip tag has a tiiiny bit more of this one, also.

#TJs Writing #askmemes #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: merhob #merfolk

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psychozenni · 5 months ago

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Intro post cuz l've been on this site for years without posting and most definitely need one :V

Val/Vince/Vic | Trans masc Genderqueer & Achillean

l use any pronouns, but preferably he/they/vamp in a more platonic way !!

Audhd + BPD and prolly some other shit that I refuse to look into D:

Main interests/Hyperfixations include: Creepypasta, The Eltingville Club, Sally Face, Criminal Minds, and Sonic

Special Interests: Social Justice, Sociology, Psychology, Criminology, and Patterns

I am a yumeshipper !! My main men are Ticci Toby, Jerry Stokes, Steve Harrington and Sebastian (sdv) !!

I only have a ship name for Toby (Bloodhound) and Jerry (DiceDresser) tho :C

I LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE ANIME !! FMA, TDLOSK, Blue Exorcist, Black Butler, Dandadan, JJK, MHA, Fairytail, and too many more to count =~=

Also I draw sometimes, but it's usually only traditional, and I LOVE writing :D I have so many fics just rotting in my notes app so if anyone ever wants me to write smth | will :3

Music wise I kinda listen to anything, but my main artists/bands rn are: Mitski (saw her live 1/27/24), Chase Atlantic, Bloodhound Gang, WayV and Stray Kids (whenever l'm using my cd player)

I stan a LOT of groups, but my main ones include:

Stray Kids, PHarmony (saw em live 5/17/24), Nmixx, Ateez, TxT, Girls Generation, CLC, Cherry Bullet (rip) and like a bajillion more...

Gonna put some of my oc/persona art for The Eltingville Club here, my art style ain't really good but I also don't care so !!

Anyways, intro done erm I love my brothers Zion, Aya, and Will and I love my friends Momo, Ife, Star, Jasmine, Ash, Jace, Ica, Robyn, and Aksel :3 (half of em don't even know I have this acc el em ay oh)

#intro post #the eltingville club #sonic the hedgehog #creepypasta #criminal minds #queer #sally face #you cannot handle my uber autism heh #I’m actually going insane I’m gonna miss TikTok

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all-pacas · 8 months ago

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do you have any book recs or something you read recently that you really loved? i’ve been in a bit of a slump with my reading and i’d love to pick it back up

lol thanks for indulging me!

Currently I'm working my way through 2666 by Roberto Bolaño. It is very good, very dense, and impossible to even start to explain, one of those novels in a novel in a novel situations, loosely about a city in Mexico, but also a) a love triangle between english professors b) a teacher who grows obsessed with a physics book c) an American reporter sent to Mexico to report on a boxing match d) hundreds of murdered women e) a german writer. It's. It's a lot. It's very good, it's very long, I cannot explain it succinctly.

I also just started Haruki Murakami's Wild Sheep Chase, which. I love Murakami novels but they are probably not for everyone! As a starter book for him I like to recommend Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, as it's less surreal and more grounded than a lot of his novels (and shorter). Killing Commodore, one of his more recent novels, was very fun. And if you're into sort of weird Japanese literature, I highly recommend The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa, a sort of… sci-fi-ish story about a lovely peaceful society who, periodically, have concepts (like "birds") outlawed and thus forgotten by all, or anything by Sayaka Murata, who has what I can only describe as humanity dysphoria and writes fascinating short stories.

After I wrote all this I decided to self-shame and show off my Book Mountain, the pile of books by my nightstand I've accumilated over many, many months and mostly have not yet read:

The Field Guide to the Connecticut River is actually super interesting if, like me, you grew up in New England and never thought of that river over there as an eco system in itself. It has illustrations! Pictures of frogs! Geological maps! Super fun to just page through, makes me wanna go hike and look at ponds.

Mary Beard is a fantastic author and I've loved her other Roman-related books (SPQR and Pompeii), super stoked to take another crack at Emperor of Rome.

Ours is a really well written novel with an interesting idea — in the 19th century a group of mostly escaped slaves form their own secret town hidden by magic and isolated from the rest of the world, and how that both protects and hurts them. I just can't get into it, but eventually I'll finish it.

A Children's Bible is quite short and it was fantastic. A group of rich adults rent a summer home and bring a dozen or so children, who are left to fend for themselves as their parents drink and lie around, all while quietly in the background the rest of the world collapses.

Lies and Weddings was fun! it's by the author of Crazy Rich Asians and is essentially a remix of that, just set in England this time. But if you like that sort of thing, it's a fun, quick read.

Bright Young Women was another really good book, I just recently finished re-reading it. I very much enjoyed Jessica Knoll's first book, Luckiest Girl Alive, she's a very strong POV writer. Bright Young Women is a sort of… fictionalized version of the fallout of the Ted Bundy murders, except the murderer is never named or made out to be sexy or sympathetic or cool. It's more about what comes before and after 'the perpetrator' comes into people's lives. Very, very good book.

Another novel (not pictured, but it's on my bookshelf in my line of sight) I really enjoyed recently is Wellness by Nathan Hill: he wrote The Nix a few years back and that was also great, he has a very light and funny style even as he's tackling like. Grief and trauma. Wellness is basically about a married couple in a rough spot, examining them both, how they came to be who they are, the way your past shapes you even if you don't know it, and who they try to be for one another. Maybe halfway through the story there is a silly little anecdote that later came back and made me cry because it was so lovely and paid off so well. Definitely recommend.

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itsdoveolivia · 12 days ago

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excuse me, stokes — there's no age range to media ! i loved that series so much ! i sang the songs, troy and gabriella were my heart and soul and now i want to do a nice rewatch of it. okay, my music — you can slide, now it's not one sided and i can be happy with you again. oh, definitely — like no jokes. john b is such an interesting character. haha, well maybe we'll have to plan this now as i think i made us both want it.

in my defense, it was a little out of my age range to watch. the high school musical era was kind of my swan song when it came to the disney channel. and also, i've heard your music so that should clear me of a lot, especially when i know that my character's got to be your all-time favorite on 'outer banks.' well, i wasn't but if you're offering, i'm never going to say no to disney. i'll have my ears ready to go anytime.

#chats; i'll sing the melody #c; chase stokes

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 years ago

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Imagine: “House of Ashes”, but as a full-length game along the lines of “The Quarry” and “Until Dawn”

1) THE PLAYABLE CAST

a. Kurum and Balathu are still the prologue/false protagonists

b. The 5 leads return (Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Rachel King, Nick Kay, Salim Othman)

c. 3 additional playable characters: Nathan Merwin, Clarice Stokes, Dar Basri

NOTE: Just like all Supermassive games, everyone has a chance to live or die, depending on choices made by the player(s)

2) THE 10 CHAPTERS

0: Prologue (Ancient Sumeria)

1-2: Introduction to the main cast and the encounter between the U.S. Marines and the Iraqi Republican Guard.

3: Falling into the temple

4-5: The main characters start exploring the temple and realize just how bad their situation is

6-7: The survivors are forced to work together when they’re chased away by the Vampires. Chapter 7 ends with the “survive the assault” sequence.

8. The survivors make their way down to the lowest level, where the Vampire/Alien nest is

9-10: Showdown with the Vampire Aliens (escaping the temple and the eclipse)

3) SURVIVABILITY/PLAYABILITY OF EACH PROTAGONIST

a. Kurum and Balathu will die regardless of the choices made. How they die, the other in which they die, and who returns as the Ancient One depends on the choices made by the player(s).

b. Clarice and Merwin have the least amount of playability and the most chances to die. Pretty much once the cast falls into the temple, Clarice and Merwin can die in every chapter they appear in. Also, they have the least amount of playability since they’re the most expendable of the cast. Think of Clarice and Merwin as the equivalent of Matt and Jessica in “Until Dawn”.

c. Eric and Nick’s survivability is tied together. In this new version, the player(s) can choose between Eric and Nick when it comes to saving Rachel with the rope. If both Eric and Nick survive, the story will continue as normal. If either Eric or Nick die, then the other is guaranteed plot armor until the final chapter. This is because Eric or Nick is needed to plant the bombs in the alien nest.

d. The earliest that Rachel and Jason can be killed off is Chapter 7 (the Gatling gun sequence). In this new version, either Rachel and Jason can be killed off during this chapter. If either Rachel or Jason die, then the other is guaranteed plot armor until the final chapter. This is because Rachel or Jason is needed to go on a life-changing journey with one of the Iraqi main protagonists.

e. The earliest that Salim and Dar can be killed off is Chapter 7 (survive the assault). But if either Salim or Dar die in Chapter 7, then the other is guaranteed to move on to chapters 8-10 due to the storyline. See above for Rachel and Jason’s survivability.

4) HOW THE FINAL 3 CHAPTERS CAN TURN OUT

If the player(s) have been making choices that led to the least amount of survivors going into the final 3 chapters, then only THREE main characters will be left:

1) Rachel or Jason. At least one of them needs to be alive to fulfill the role of the “ignorant American who is forced to partner up with the Iraqi soldier”.

2) Eric or Nick. At least one of them needs to be alive to fulfill the role of the one who plants the bombs in the hive.

3) Salim or Dar. At least one of them needs to be alive to fulfill the role of the “Iraqi soldier who has no choice but to rely on the ignorant American”.

So you can end up with the original game’s group (Jason allies with Salim, Nick plants the bombs) or something completely different (Rachel allies with Dar, Eric plants the bombs).

Side note: The American/Iraqi dynamic depends on who was teamed up with who.

* Jason and Salim relate to each other as soldiers who don’t really believe in their cause.

* Jason and Dar realize they’ve both been acting ignorant and that their hatred is blinding them to the real danger.

* Rachel and Salim relate to each other as broken people dealing with marital problems.

* Rachel and Dar relate to each other as leaders who just want to keep their people safe.

5) FANCAST (since Until Dawn and The Quarry feature prominent actors)

Ashley Tisdale as Rachel King

Nick Tarabay as Salim Othman

Charlie Cox as Eric King

Michael B. Jordan as Nick Kay

Ben Barnes as Jason Kolchek

Lewis Tan as Nathan Merwin

Katie McGrath as Clarice Stokes

Amr Waked as Dar Basri

6) MISCELLANEOUS

* The game’s equivalent to the Psychiatist and Eliza Vorez is the CIA Agent. The CIA agent is interrogating the player due to the fact that the CIA is trying to cover up the existence of aliens. Just for fun, let’s say the CIA Agent is played by Sigourney Weaver.

* Just like in the original game, if Jason is teamed up with Salim/Dar, then Rachel is infected. The same is in reverse (Rachel teams up with Salim/Dar, Jason is infected).

* Possible achievement: A Good Night for Iraq (only Salim and Dar survive)

* Possible achievement: Ladies Night (only Rachel and Clarice survive)

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andromedavwrites · 1 year ago

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Sorry if I’m yapping I’m just obsessed - sorry what ok continuing

Idk if you’re waiting reveal it or something but can you please say you’re fancasts (is it considered a fancast if you’re literally the creator? Or the half creator since it’s a reboot?) for your reboot?

I love eah fancasts / just fancasts in general and the way you’ve mentioned some of them in other posts makes me so curious

!!!!!

i never talk about my cast but here’s the list!!(i probably fucked up names on this, i have like five times)

these aren’t set in stone obv, and one of them is a joke bc i thought it would be funny if a certain someone played Rumplestiltskin-

Raven Queen played by Callie Haverda

Apple White played by Mckenna Grace

Madeline Hatter played by Momona Tamada

Briar Beauty played by Kyleigh Curran

Cedar Wood played by Maliah Baker

Ashlynn Ella played by Trinity Likins

C. A. Cupid played by Sarah Dorothy Little

Blondie Lockes played by Ava Kolker

Ginger Breadhouse played by Iman Vellani

Duchess Swan played by Rina Johnson

Darling Charming played by Clementine Lea Spieser

Farah Goodfairy played by Cheyenne Hinojosa

Cerise Hood played by Ashley Sarmentio

Daring Charming played by Tait Blum

Dexter Charming played by Jacob Tremblay

Sparrow Hood played by Dallas Young

Hunter Huntsman played by Mateo Gallegos

Humphrey Dumpty played by Issiah Russel-Bailey

Kitty Cheshire played by Miya Cech

Lizzie Hearts played by Sofia Chicorelli Serna

Alastair Wonderland played by Walker Bryant

Bunny Blanc played by Xochtil Gomez

Chase Redford played by Parker Bates

Courtly Jester played by Trixie Hyde

Meeshell Mermaid played by Sophie Grace

Jillian Beanstalk played by Brianni Walker

Hopper Croakington II played by Jentzen Ramirez

Melody Piper played by Oona O’Brian

Ramona Badwolf played by Symonne Harrison

She played by Izabella Rose

Poppy O’Hair played by Anais Lee

Holly O’Hair played by Mirabelle Lee

Brooke Page played by Pixie Davies

Gus Crumb played by Jace Chapman

Helga Crumb played by Camron Seely

Travis Thumb played by Amari O’Neil

Prudence Step played by Lilo Baier

Charlotte Step played by Ava Ro

Lily Bo-Peep played by Lotus Blossom

Zypherus Wynd played by Camren Conerly

Aquilona Wynd played by Trinitee Stokes

Charity Charming played by Kaylin Hayman

Clara Lear played by Scarlet Spencer

Mahlee Black played by Daria Johns

Coral Witch played by Michela Luci

Nathan Nutcracker played by Finn Little

Justine Dancer played by Priah Ferguson

Witchy Brew played by Pilot Saraceno

Nina Thumbell played by Ella Noel

Felix Princely played by Jackson Dollinger

Tucker Merry played by Miguel Cazarez Mora

Marsha King played by Alexa Nisenson

Jackie Frost played by Anya Taylor-Joy

Northwind Frost played by Logan Lerman

Milton Grimm played by Frank Whaley

Giles Grimm played by Kieran Mulroney

Baba Yaga played by Olga Kurylenko

Rumplestiltskin played by Danny DeVito

Pied Piper played by Collin Donell

Mad Hatter played by Paul Wesley or Alex Hefner

The White Queen played by Kate Winslet

Mr. Badwolf played by Con O’Neil

Momma Bear played by Nathalie Boltt

Papa Bear played by William Baldwin

Coach Gingerbread played by Hill Harper

Snowelle White played by Alison Brie

Elvira Queen played by Clemence Poesy

Good King played by Matt Lanter

Snow Queen played by Lisa Kudro

Snow King played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Lance Charming played by Dan Stevens

Bryce Frost played by Shailene Woodley

Pie played by ?

Butternut played by ?

Cheshire Cat played by Stephanie Hsu

Queen of Hearts played by Meghan Ory

White Rabbit played by Joe Arquette

Cook played by Olivia Hack

i have spent… so long thinking about my cast for this i would DIE if i got even half of these actors to play the characters in the reboot!!

#ever after high #eah #eah reboot #ever after high reboot #ever after webtoon

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Uglies (2024)

Oh, the Young Adult Post-Apocalyptic Dystopian/Fantasy Novel Film Adaptation genre. How I’ve missed you. Uglies is a film cut from the same cloth as Divergent and The Darkest Minds. Its villains are obvious, which makes everything that follows evident. The romance and "shocking" revelations that follow are sure to have you rolling your eyes. Any potential it might’ve had is buried in overused ideas. Even if you haven’t seen where this clone's original genetic material comes from, you’ll be holding back laughs. I can’t wait for the sequel.

After the planet’s dwindling natural resources nearly caused civilization to collapse, a new society emerged to solve all of humanity’s problems. Genetically modified orchids provide free, renewable energy and humanity’s worst traits are expunged after they undergo extensive cosmetic surgery at the age of sixteen. Tally (Joey King) cannot wait to become one of the “Pretties” but when her best friend, Peris (Chase Stokes), undergoes the procedure, she has second thoughts. His personality has completely changed. Her uncertainty doesn’t go unnoticed. The city's lead scientist, Dr. Cable (Laverne Cox) assigns her a mission - she will remain one of the "Uglies" until she infiltrates the rebel group that lives in the surrounding wilderness and discovers the location of their leader, a terrorist named David (Keith Powers).

There are some good ideas there. Until you’re sixteen years old, you’re forced to live outside the city in restrictive dormitories. You’re told by the authorities that you need to be fixed and that you don’t fit in but that someday, you will. Once you undergo the surgery, you’ll start a new life “over there” with all the beautiful people living in this place you’re not allowed to visit but know is filled with non-stop revelry, fireworks and fun. If you grew up in a society that broke you down mentally every day, you’d do just about anything to get that carrot they've been dangling. Wanting to belong is something we can all relate to. With everyone over the age of sixteen either part of the corrupt governing body or brainwashed, it makes perfect sense for young heroes to be the driving force of rebellion and change.

The problem is that when we see this world in action - and I’m going to blame director McG here - every cell in your body says “This is wrong”. You take one look at Joey King. She looks fine. The “Pretties”, however, have a distinct sheen of special effects and makeup and the way they act/talk makes you immediately uneasy. When Dr. Cable tells Tally she can’t have the things she’s always wanted until she investigates this mysterious terrorist who operates outside the city, you know who the villain is. Even before we meet Dr. Cable, you’ve got this entire society figured out. From minute one, you’re waiting for our protagonist to catch up to you and scenes of flying skateboards can't make up the difference.

In the film’s defense, it’s got a good message. It’s what's on the inside that counts, and as a bonus, it doesn’t beat you over the head with it. The performances are… fine, so are the special effects. It’s not like anyone acts illogically or there are glaring technical errors, it’s that you feel like everything in this movie is beneath you. There are no interesting twists or revelations. There's nothing new to see. We never dig into Tally’s psyche enough for us to doubt our initial impression of this society. This world's sales pitch isn't good enough to make you think "You know, maybe they're an idea here worth exploring". No one who isn't brainwashed could see the idea of “Uglies” and “Pretties” as a good thing but the society isn't even sinister enough to be interesting and the secondary crisis is the definition of "underwhelming".

For me, the joy in Uglies, The 5th Wave, The Mortal Instruments: The City of Bones, etc. comes from seeing the boxes I know it will check get checked. Does the enemy become the friend? Does the transparently evil-looking character turn out to be evil? Are the protagonists anguished, system-smashing teens? Is there a plot-relevant scar or tattoo? Will victory come at the expense of a vaguely important, but ultimately useless supporting character? Is there a city surrounded by walls or a barrier? Will the first love romance get broken up? What’s the film’s equivalent of “Muggle” and what are the factions called? I’ve made a game out of it, where everyone watching gets random cards and the one who gets the most points once the credits start rolling wins.

Uglies is not worth your time, not when you could re-watch the Hunger Games, Harry Potter or even the Twilight and Maze Runner films but when/if the sequel comes out, I’ll be there. I want to see what comes next so when it comes to Uglies, do as I say, not as I do. (October 4, 2024)

#Uglies #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #McG #Scott Westerfeld #Joey King #Jacob Forman #Vanessa Taylor #Whit Anderson #Keith Powers #Chase Stokes #Brianne Tju #Jan Luis Castellanos #Charmin Lee #Laverne Cox #2024 movies #2024 films

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