#BOSS M KICKS

[whyispickingausernamesohard]

Hey so does link. Have a birth certificate?? Does lincoln li-wilson legally exist??????

[not-actually-human]

you want doodle requests ok um um uhhhhhhh Boss M Kicks

boss m kicks!!

[0fps]

general jiyan

[critdeeznuts]

lark being link’s new npc-to-hate since HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED died is the funniest fucking thing

[w1tchybusiness]

i could write a 100 page essay about what a fucking masterpiece warframe is. i will write many words in the tags. please readem if you want my 'tism.

[iersei]

since link is established to canonically be the Oldest in the podcast, i'm lowkey manifesting that Boss Kicks pulls seniority rights on willy at some point

[maxwellamus]

I SEE AN INVITATION TO REQUEST KICKWORTHY AND I FUCKING POUNCE. i would like to see. lincoln begrudgingly holding hermies hand and hermie being evilly delighted about it >:3

i saw this ask at 12 blacked out and now its 3:30 uhh

no clue if i did what you wanted but oh well

you wanna see what i was listening to the entire time? (you do)

imagine boom boom boom playing after cant help falling in love by elvis i dont feel real anymore😭

[marbletheunworthy]

Hello tumblr have my updated teen designs

Vs the old ones

Headcannon expansions under the cut

Lincoln “Link”- they/he

non-binary

bisexual

6’3 w/o cleats 6’5 with

Theresa “Scary”- she/they/skull

Trans fem

Lesbian

6’0 w/o boots, 6’3 with

Normally “Normal”- he/him

Trans masc

Bisexual

5’3

Taylor- he/it

Agender

Pansexual

5’0

Herman “Hermie”- he/she

Androgyne/bi-gender

Queer

6’0 w/o shoes 6’2 with

[dumpster-thoughts]

The teens reactions to being left out by the other teens:

Scary: "ooo my stomach hurts...👀"

Link: does the most random unexpected thing that puts him back in the action

Normal: (tries to fit in like forcing puzzle pieces together with a sledge hammer) why is this happening I'm such a good boy but nobody loves me this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me my world is crumbling

Taylor: "heh"

[whyispickingausernamesohard]

Ok look if one person can manifest kickworthy into this fandom I gotta shoot my shot--

I am Seeing The Vision for both norm/taylor (oakswift?) and norm/link (I'd been calling this oakli in my head but I just saw cheerkicks and I love that) I just think they're so silly

[mothman-in-a-trenchcoat]

i feel like boss kicks should be links drag name idk

[nolassolace]

I miss links old voice 🥺🥺🥺

[thecoddaughter]

One thing I know is that my dad would have an odd fondness for Link. Aka he calls everyone Boss (even when he is in fact the boss as he owns his own business)

[mintythyme]

FUCK I FORGOT TO DO THE PREDICTION I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED IT.

SPOILERS FOR S2 41

Anyways d00d continues to slay and Ron content. I’m satisfied. Also swiftli food. (I’m nicknaming them swiftkicks in mind. Turning them around, platonic and romantic.)

[oystermark]

Mohawk Mark x M!Reader (Suggestive)

synopsis: you're the only man version of yourself across all mark universes, still, he seems to recognize you just fine.

A/N: i wanted to make this longer with sinister and no goggles mark but it has been almost a year since i wrote anything and i got really tired.. but i can take requests. having said that im sorry if this is shit, its been a while.

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You sigh wearily as you drag your feet out of your bathroom, a towel wrapped around your hips as you use another one to dry your hair. It has been… a long week to say the least. Your boss decided that you’re the guy to pawn off every little responsibility to, you’ve been sitting on your office desk like a shrimp for weeks, you arch and crack your back with a satisfied moan.

You pick up your phone and toss the towel on your hand to your couch as your eyes drift to the news blaring on your TV.

“Multiple versions of Invincible have been spotted around the city—”

You feel your heart rate pick up as you look through your window without getting up from your seat, your instincts kicking in, though if one decides to come after you…

“Stay in your homes, stay hidden and stay safe, these dangerous vers–”

You turn off the TV with a sigh.

This… “Invincible” guy happens to be your childhood friend, also your first kiss at 13 when you were both nervous and he wanted to feel how it felt to kiss a guy and then high school happened and–

No. Stop. 

Shit happens, life happens, people break off contact without meaning to all the time. Though, it does hurt when that person has been your friend since 3 years old, the person that shared his first kiss with you.

You can’t– don’t know what to call him now though, the last time you talked was… a year ago. For your birthday. He remembered that, surprisingly. Does he even still… look at guys that way, does he even remember–

This isn’t the time for this.

All this to say, in your professional opinion, none of the Mark’s would give a shit about you so you should be safe and sound. You don’t have anything to worry about.

You put your phone down and get up.

You hear the glass of your windows shatter before the sight registers in your mind. Your eyes shut, your arms defend your face as instincts kick in but you never feel the incoming cuts of the broken glass. Instead, the air is knocked out of your body as Mark slams you down on the floor with his body.

“What the fuck– You– hold up,” he sputtered as your gazes locked, yours is terrified while his turns from glee to…confusion?

He yanks you closer to his face by your chin with an iron grip as he looks you over,

“Well… it is you, huh. Just a dude now, though,” just as you finally think to say something he yanks you up from the floor and sits you down on the kitchen table –when did you even get here– and he saunters closer. 

“Look at that, all ready for me too?” he coos, his eyes drifting to your —almost undone by now— towel, he steps closer, his hands planted on either side of your thighs, “did you know I was coming?” he snickered at his own immature joke.

“What– what the fuck are you doing here?”

You finally spoke and it felt like torture through your dry and constricted throat, your hoarse voice evidence of your nervousness. He cackles as his hand moves from where it was planted, to your ass and giving it a squeeze, his smirk widening when you let out a surprised gasp.

“Nice ass”

You don’t know what to do, you feel frozen, you could try to fight, punch, run, do something. 

You’re frozen, either because of fear or because of how frayed your nervous system is from overworking for years that your body just gave up when being confronted with a fight or flight response and just deciding to freeze.

He pouts and squeezes your ass even tighter, making you groan in pain, “Come on babe, say something, I missed you– well, you weren’t a dude but, I know it’s you,” his other hand deciding to pinch and grope your thigh as he goes on, “I know you aren’t so boring, so c’mon, this is foreplay isn’t it? I bet you’re used to doing this shit all the time with your mark–”

He feels the impact of your punch on his throat, letting out a surprised but satisfied groan he looks you in the eyes, opening his mouth before you interrupt him with a glare, “I don’t know which version you are or whatever but me and ‘my’ mark don’t have anything to do with each other. Not...not for a long time,” finally hearing your voice, although hoarse, plus your glare and fuck that punch has him so fucking turned on already. He can feel the uncomfortable constriction of the suit becoming more and more prominent as you speak.

“Which means I’m not a leverage or a hostage to be used, I– I won’t give you any kind of advantage so just– please just—” your rambling gets interrupted by his lips latching onto your neck, you let out a whimper involuntarily as you try to push him off of you. Grabbing his hair –as much as you can anyway– you pull his head back with as much force as you can muster and headbutt him. Which goes as well as you’d expect. Your vision blurs and your ears ring, you can feel blood seeping from your nose as your ears finally register the exhilarated laugh. 

“Yes, fuck! That’s it baby, give it to me, I can take it,” he cups your face with one hand as the other brings your bodies closer by his other hand on your ass, “let me show you what that little bitch boy could only dream of doing to you, what you’ve been missing out on,” you groan in pain as he plants a rough kiss on your lips, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip with very clear intention to draw blood.

[maxwellamus]

linc has gigantic, massive, fluttering, long, full, fluffy, magnificent eyelashes and none of you can convince me otherwise