#otp: Get. Away. From my. Friend

[hilacopter]

probably a very very hot take on this website but I kind of hate the fandom culture of taking two characters (not always but usually same sex) with a very deep or strong bond and going "omg they're so queercoded" "they're literally canon" when like 90% of the time the things they do yes, show a deep devotion to one another, but could just very much be read as platonic love. it's very amatonormative imo and paints romance as the ultimate and deepest form of love rather than just another type of it that can be equally as strong as platonicity.

[anghraine]

Speaking of "The City on the Edge of Forever," I've been thinking about how my femslash Spirk AU winds out through the canon TOS episodes, interacts with gender expectations of the show, etc, and am mentally organizing episodes by how drastically affected they'd be.

I'm also thinking of S'paak hiding her ears beneath a beanie in 1930 :P

[fckmebarnes]

ˏˋ ★ pretty peach ★ ˎˊ˗

dbf!biker bucky x fem!reader

18+ EIGHTEEN PLUS. — oral (bucky), bucky is a flirt, semi-established fooling around, he makes u suck him while otp w ur dad 🫣

older works re uploaded! feedback welcome <3 love dbf!bkier bucky so bad.

It was going to be a long weekend. You father was out of town for a few weeks for a work trip, and he had asked you to watch over his house while he was gone. While you didn’t want to, you were getting paid for it, so you decided to suck it up and deal with it.

The downside? He wanted his best friend to check up on you, who happened to be a biker for the small town you lived in. It wasn’t that the town you lived in was sketchy, at least not anymore.

It was pretty safe for the most part, the Howling Commando’s were always patrolling the dimly lit streets looking for trouble and to crack down on drug addicts, robberies, anything that made the town unsafe.

And it wasn’t like you were complaining for being safe by them, what you did mind though, was that your fathers best friend was Bucky Barnes. The one who you sneaked around with quite frequently when your dad was gone. No one questioned it, he was your dad's best friend, and Bucky was just making sure everyone was safe.

You can’t remember how it started, all you knew was that he took care of you, he wanted to keep you safe while fucking your brains out.

You sighed, tossing your dads keys on the table when you went inside his house, kicking your shoes off and heading to the kitchen. You needed a drink since it was going to be a long few weeks staying by yourself until Bucky decided to pop in whenever he wanted.

And boy, he sure did.

“Hey, peach. You all good here?” He opened the front door quietly, letting himself in and rubbing his hands together. The cold air blew in and nipped at your cheeks, making you pull your legs into yourself and hug your blanket tighter.

“M’ all good. Either come in or leave, it’s getting cold in here.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him and waking in fully. He sported his leather jacket with ‘The Howling Commando’s’ on the back side, a few pointed studs on each shoulder pad. You couldn’t deny that he looked hot in that jacket.

You caught yourself staring too long and looked away, blinking. He walked over, and sat next to you, sitting down on the couch and resting a hand on your knee.

“You know, I don’t have to patrol tonight. Steve is on duty.” He leaned into your side, mouth hovering near your ear lobe and pulling at it softly, earning a soft gasp from your lips. You could feel him smirking against your skin and pulling you closer, lips traveling down to your neck and nipping at it.

“Mmm..” Was all you could get out as he sucked harder, pulling away with a pop and kissing the same spot he assaulted. You knew he wasn’t going to stop, and you honestly didn’t want him to.

He grabbed your face with his hand making you look at him, eyes filling with lust and need. He grabbed your hand, holding yours and his and trailing it down to his crotch, pressing your pal against his clear erection. Your cheeks grew red as a smirk was across his lips, hovering over yours.

“See what you do?” He voice was low, as you palmed him through his jeans, making him groan out in pleasure as he caught your lips in his. He swiped his tongue across your lower lip, pulling at it gently making you submit to his tongue darting to meet yours.

Your hand worked it’s way to unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down and snaking it’s was under his briefs to grab his hard cock. You held it in your hand, squeezing it gently and pulling it put, pumping softly. He moaned into your mouth as you rubbed your thumb over the slit, his breathing becoming quicker and his hips thrusting up into your hand. You smeared his pre-come down his shaft and using it to pump him more easily.

“Fuck, peach. You work my cock to good.” He pressed his lips against your jawline as you picked up the pace, his hips thrusting into your hand as much as you would let him. You pulled your hand away and he stopped kissing your neck, looking at you curiously. You got off the couch and crouched between his legs, face level with his cock as it stood in the air.

“Let me pay you back for keeping the streets safe, Barnes.” His mouth fell open as you took him in your mouth, messing with the tip with your tongue slowly, twirling it around to collect the pre-cum that had spilled from the top.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Such a natural.” You moaned as you had him in your mouth, the vibrations traveling through his duck and up his body making him moan out. He grabbed a fistful of your hair at your scalp, pushing your head down as much as you would let him.

Spit fell from the corners of your mouth and down his shaft. You used it to pump him with your hands as you practically gagged on him. You loved sucking him off, it was one of your many pleasures as you felt yourself growing wet at the obscene sounds he was making.

“So dirty, sucking me off in your dads living room. You love this, don’t you?” He pushed your head down further, hitting the far back of your throat and making a loud, guttural moan. He pulled at your hair as you took all of him, his hips snapping up and throat fucking you.

You felt the couch vibrate as Bucky’s phone lit up with your dads name as the caller ID. Bucky muttered a quite ‘fuck’ before picking up the phone.

“Keep my cock in your mouth, you hear peach?” You nodded as you blinked up through your eyelashes, warming his cock in your mouth as he accepted the call.

“Hey man.” You sucked softly, watching as his bit his lip when you hear the low sounds of your dad on the other end of the phone. You couldn’t understand a word he was saying and from the looks of it, Bucky couldn't either.

“She’s been so good. Nothing to worry about here.” You met the tip of his cock with your lips, sucking softly and teasing the tip once more when he grunted, bucking his hips up.

“What? No I’m good. Everything is good here.” At this point it was your mission to make him come. You took his balls in your other hand and massaged them in between your fingers softly as you bottomed out, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and started sucking.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, the vein that ran up the underside of his shaft throbbed, and you knew he was close.

“I hear you man.” It didn’t seem like your dad was going to stop talking anytime soon, and you took this as pay back for all the times Bucky made you come while on the phone with your dad. You sucked as hard as your could while fondly his balls, feeling the hot cum shoot down the back of your throat. He let out a ‘shit’ as he came, blushing at the fact he was coming in his best friends daughters mouth.

“Talk later.” He hung up as quick as he could and tossed the phone on the pillow, grabbing your hand and cumming hard down your throat. You swallowed every last drop, as he continued to slowly mouth fuck you.

“Fuck, sweets. That turn you on? Swallowing my cum while I’m on the phone with your dad, huh?” You let go of his balls and sat up, making a ‘pop’ noise as you let go of his dick. You licked your lips and smirked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You had tears down your face, hair disheveled but felt good.

“Payback, Buck.” Those words lit something behind his eyes as he leaned over and grabbed your face with his hands, smashing his lips against yours and pulling you up to him, as you straddled his lap and felt his hard dick on the inside of your thigh.

“I’m going to fuck you all night. Think you can keep up, peach?”

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You Would Like That, Wouldn't You? (#31)

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[sakurocha]

I love the idea of a Sunshine!Partner with Sebastian- Barely even needing to try to put him in a better mood, just so effortlessly sunny and hyper.

Awh but when you're having a gloomy day of your own :(

I can see him trying his very best to recreate that cheery demeanour, failing so cringily that it just makes you bust into a bunch of giggles - Task Fail Sucessfully

Just some thoughts.. ramblings even... heheh

YESSS omg honestly this is my otp!! i LOVE sebastian with a constantly sunny farmer so so much ☀️🌙🤍

sebastian cheering you up !

in which sebastian delivers a tiny gift for you when you're having a rare gloomy day.

you definitely got on his nerves a bit when you first arrived in the valley, constantly scampering over to him to ask a million questions and shower him in random knick-knacks you found in the mines and around the farm. can't you just let a man light up by the lake in peace?

the answer is obviously no. but he realizes that maybe your company isn't so bad, and somewhere along the way, he eventually finds himself somehow looking forward to your sickeningly sweet demeanor and constant questions every single day. as cliche as it sounds, you are the literal sun in his life. <3

one day, when you don't show up by the lake one night like you always do, dread pools in his stomach as he worries he did something wrong. but, swallowing his fears, he ventures to the steps of your farmhouse, where the lights are still on.

he knocks softly. silence. just as he was about to give you some space, you open the door ever so slightly, allowing him to take in your rumpled appearance, as though you had been holed up in bed all day—a feeling he was all too familiar with.

"seb?" you asked quietly.

at first, he was too stunned to speak. he had never seen you like this—anything less than a cheerful ball of sunshine. you simply blinked at him, tears threatening to pool in your eyes.

"hey, hey..." he said, his words trailing off. he had never felt so awkward, standing there on your doorstep, completely at a loss as to how to console his favorite person in the valley.

embarrassment crept up the back of his neck, an idea forming in his head as he recalled all of the sweet, caring ways you had cheered him up whenever he was having an off day, which was more often than he'd like to admit.

he had to repay the favor—it was the absolute least he could do.

"i'm sorry, seb, i'm just not feeling well today..." you said, moving to shut the door.

"wait—no, please, just listen to me... i, uh... brought you something..." he dug around in his pockets, searching for...?

you cocked your head with curiosity, watching him pat down his pockets before his eyes lit up with excitement. "there!" he stooped down, cupping his hands in the grass before jolting upright again, meeting your gaze. "give me your hands."

you did as he said, holding your hands out together in front of you before he spilled the gift in his palms into yours.

it was... oddly bumpy?

and a little bit slimy?

you looked at the little green creature in your hands, its two beady eyes staring right back at you.

"...you're telling me a frog just fell out of your pocket?" you asked, staring up at sebastian incredulously.

a pink flush spread across his bashful cheeks as he met your gaze. "um... yes?..."

the bright laugh that escaped from your lips was so, so pure; you couldn't help but giggle at his earnest attempt to cheer you up. and to be honest? it worked.

"thank you, seb, i love him." you cooed at the tiny frog in your hands, watching its little eyes flit around.

sebastian let out a relieved sigh, clearly more tightly wound than he wanted to let on. a small smile spread across his lips. "good, i love him too." he reached a finger out to softly stroke its back. "want to keep him?"

you pouted up at him. "no! i bet you just snatched him away from his loving family. we'll help him home." you bent down, gently letting your little friend leap back into the grass. "go on, tiny! get home safe!"

the two of you watched it hop away into the night before you turned to sebastian.

"thank you for stopping by, sebastian." you smiled up at him, a beaming, genuine smile. "i really do appreciate you. oh, and our new little friend."

he returned the grin, simply relieved to see you get your spark back. "i'll never say no to spending time with some frogs." he looking off wistfully, playfully ignoring the death glare you gave him. "oh, that's right, and you."

you batted him on the shoulder before dragging him into the farmhouse for a cozy night in. <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~

[somnoir]

Inspired by that one person who continued a fic after their best friend died...

Jason Todd had an ao3 account. Jason Todd had balls of steel and logged into the batcomputer. (Trying to figure out his username but I keep thinking BlueBird or CrimeAlleyBoy)

Bruce was well aware of this. He didn't think to log it out of the batcomputer, keeping the tab open just for Jason. He's read some of that stuff that Jason has written (mind you, the kid was an avid defender and writer of WonderBat). He found it rather cute and it wasn't like Bruce has never read fanfiction about himself (both Bruce and Batman).

And Jason? He wasn't really sure if Bruce knew but he didn't really care that much. And besides, being Robin made sure he was prepared for anything the Ao3 curse was going to throw at him. If that damn curse sent Riddler then his fist would be the solution.

There were around 20 fics in that damn account, ranging from his OTP that was WonderBat, some SuperBat, and the crack fics of Bruceman. (Jason would never allow himself to tell Dick his username but he sure as hell has his older brother beta read all the Bruceman fics. That man was one of the OGs and he wouldn't disgrace his brother.)

He avoids the Ao3 curse until it appears in the form of the Joker.

When Jason dies, Bruce keeps the tab open, making sure that the account doesn't log off. Because that was a part of his son. (When he missed Jason a tad too much at times, he'd read one of those ridiculous fics that would make his two eldest sons laugh.)

When it's around two months after Jason's death, Bruce gains the courage to post an announcement on his son's account, making sure his fans were well informed and not anticipating for the next chapter.

I'm sorry to announce that this account will no longer be posting any updates. This is the author's father and I must unfortunately inform you that my son has passed away. Thank you for being there for him and reading his stories...

The post is along those lines.

(Tim was an avid reader of that account and was utterly devastated when Robin's death was further confirmed through this post. Yes he knew this was Jason's account. Of course he did!)

But Jason comes back from the dead.

Sees his account again after getting out of the league. Sees Bruce's announcement and maybe it makes him feel a little better.

But Jason's a menace and the day he started posting fics was the day he vowed that he wouldn't let the Ao3 curse take him. He even announced that to his readers in his first story (WonderBat obviously)

He posts an entire fic of oneshots consisting of Batman with numerous members of the Justice League. In his end notes, it says:

Not even death can stop me. I write WonderBat in the face of Death and told him to fuck off.

The next few posts consist of Batman/Justice League, even a few Bruce/Justice League (yes, that includes Batman). And Bruce, with Jason's account still logged into the batcomputer, is mortified when he sees Tim shamelessly read a 5+1 fic of BatLantern on that huge ass screen.

[reashot]

So you and Ruby?...

Blake: Look at those two... *Watching Lancaster moment from behind a bush*

How could they say that they don't have feelings for each other?

If only there's a way for me to know about their true feelings...

???: Why don't you just ask them?

Blake: Nyah!!!

Cardin?

What the Salem are you doing sneaking up on me? Gods, I always know there's something wrong with you!

Cardin: Huh? I can say the same thing to you creeping up from behind the bushes while watching dork number 1 & 2 eye fucking each other.

Blake: *gasp* So even you know that there's something between them.

Cardin: You have to be blind not to.

Blake: Still I need something more substantial...

And you said that you will help me?

Cardin: What are friends for...

Some times later.

Jaune: Bye Ruby.

Cardin: Hey wuz up. Mind answering me some questions?

Jaune: Cardin? S-sure asks away.

Cardin: So Jaune... Are you and Ruby dating?

Jaune: W-what no! Propestrous, ludicrous and just downright silly. Ruby and me are not dating.

Cardin: I see... So you won't mind if I ask her out then?

*record scratch*

Jaune: Excuse me?

Cardin: Yeah I'm thinking about asking her out. She's cute and you said you're not interested. That is okay with you right?

Jaune: Y-yeah of course. I mean I'm not her boyfriend. *Starts shaking* of course you can ask her out on a date. Ha, ha, ha. I mean why do I care about who she's dating. *Bite lips*

Cardin: ... Okay. I mean it's nothing serious I'm just going to pump and dump her... *Ghugh*

*strangling Cardin*

Jaune: What did you just say to me? You want to use Ruby as an outlet for your lust. I might not be interested in Ruby like that and I'm not her boyfriend. But I am her friend. If you think I'm going to let you treat Ruby like that you have another things coming.

She meant the world to me as a friend. When I'm with her the world shines a little more brighter. Her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. And I will do anything, absolutely anything to protect it. Do you hear me Cardin!?

Cardin: *gasping for air*

Jaune: I know I can't choose who she decides to go out with and I certainly can't choose who she falls in love with. But I can make sure to protect her from people like you!

If you still want to go after Ruby fine! I can't stop you. But you will treat her like a lady. You will buy her flower and take her out on a date. A fancy one. Treat her the way she is meant to be treated. You will give her compliments like how cute her smile is or just how cute she is in general. Because she is so gosh darn cute!

You get that Cardin?

*Let Cardin go*

Cardin: *cough* c-clear...

Jaune: Good... And I will tell Ruby that you're asking her out on a date. So remember to treat her well, all right. She's my best friend... We'll see you.

Cardin: Fucking psycho...

You get all of that Blake?

....Blake?

Meanwhile behind the bush

*lying on the ground with nosebleed*

Blake: he, he, he, he... My OTP...

In unrelated news Blake's romance novel just reached an all time best sellers across all four kingdoms.

[claypigeonpottery]

FAQ

(I figured it was about time to make one of these)

What is the name of the technique you use for decorating pottery?

this technique is called sgraffito.

It's made by painting a piece of pottery with underglaze or coloured slip, and then carving through it to reveal the white clay underneath. it is similar to linocut, but slightly more forgiving, since you don't need to make prints of it.

this piece shows two techniques:

the fine black lines were created using an inlay technique called mishima, where the piece is coated in wax and then a fine line is carved through the wax and into the clay. Underglaze is brushed over it and wiped away, and the underglaze will stay in the fine lines, but be wiped neatly off the wax.

and the colour is from underglaze painting. Underglaze is a food safe paint for ceramics. They can be used a lot like acrylics, though they definitely have a few quirks of their own.

What tools do you use for sgraffito?

My favourite is Kemper’s wire stylus, but I also like Xiem’s ribbon tools

here's a little video about them if you want a more in-depth look

Do you sketch your designs out before carving them?

Yes, 99% of the time, though I do sometimes vary from my sketches once I start carving. I also press them into the clay to give myself a guideline to follow

Do you use references?

Yes, almost always.

What kind of clay do you use?

Tucker’s M370 white clay, Plainsman porcelain white, PSH red, and PSH dark granite.

Do you take commissions?

Yes, you can check my commission slots to see if I have an opening. Also please read my commission details post.

I live on a different continent, can your ceramics be safely shipped to me?

Yes, I’ve shipped to a few different continents and my break rate is under 1%. BUT if there is an issue and your piece is damaged, please tell me so I can try to make it right!

Can I get a tattoo of one of your designs?

Go for it, and please send me pictures! I’d love that.

Can I make a patch/sticker/pin of one of your designs?

Absolutely. I’d rather they not be mass produced but if you’re making them for you and your friends I’m fine with that! (and I might ask you to make one for me too lol)

Can I make art like/based off of one of your pieces?

Yes, and I’d love to see it!

Can I use a picture of your art for an icon/an aesthetic post/etc?

Absolutely, go for it! I’d appreciate if you give me credit if possible, or tag me in the post

Do you mind if I tag your work with my OC/my blorbos/OTP/etc?

I don’t mind at all!

Do you mind if I tag your sculptures “furry”?

Not at all! Some of them are more furry than others, but however you want to tag them, I don’t mind

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Reversing Victim and Offender

Okay, okay, hear me out.

Jack being a creepy manipulative yandere.

Yes, yes, I know, totally a revolutionary idea there to have a yandere horror game’s antagonist do something creepy and wrong. It’s just that I don’t often play with Jack losing himself to his more depraved impulses. Long time readers know I tend to be quite a marshmallow who prefers the fluffier side of things, as evidenced by many cuddly posts of my OTP and Sunshine in Hell being overall a softer version of the game, but sometimes it’s fun to watch the world burn and see the characters we love get to be a bit unhinged. As a treat.

Content Warning: this post is about Jack being a naughty manipulative yandere, attempted murder, influenced attempted self-murder, possession, mental manipulation, bloody violence, and a sprinkle of horny.

We know Jack can be a manipulative little devil when it comes to keeping his sunshine. We’ve seen him use his honeyed words to lure MC into his arms in the previous demos. We’ve seen the classic chilling concept art where he talks his rival(?) into doing the dirty work for him when he wants them gone.

Credit as always goes to Sauce for their awesome art, as well as a quick plug to the SnaccPop Patreon. Speaking of the Patreon, there’s a members only post on this very topic, an absolutely chilling audio drama of Jack using his state as a ghost(?) to his advantage.

It seems that Jack has the ability to possess people, and his modus operandi in eliminating his rivals seems to be tormenting them to the point of self-harm. Nick received a taste of that in the older demo, and in the now removed trailer.

But what if the person Jack directed his rival to hurt wasn’t themselves?

Jack is of the opinion that MC’s friends (and potential love interests) are inferior to him, as we’ve seen in his profile. MC doesn’t need them, as Jack says in this unsettling animation by Sauce, as well as many other development art. He proves this by giving MC whatever they want and need, being whatever they want and need him to be. No one else would do that for MC, so that proves that the only one they need is him.

To some degree, MC seems to believe that, at least during the early part of the game. As we can see in the “No” route, MC is dependent on Jack, panicking when they can no longer touch him.

The idea of losing Jack terrifies MC.

What happened to Jack clearly disturbed him, as we saw by his haunted look, but perhaps he found some comfort in the fact that MC was so upset by it. It might at least reassure him that they care, even if it might not be as much as he wants them to.

As I’ve theorized in previous posts, Jack and MC seem to be able to sense each other’s feelings, and it was implied that Jack can read their mind, as well as impress his thoughts into theirs. Perhaps he even felt their fear and desperation at that moment… as well as their need to keep him.

As scary as that moment was, Jack might have been able to get some pleasure out of feeling his sunshine’s need for him, don’t you think?

Jack won’t disappear as long as MC needs him, and he doesn’t want them to feel unhappy or hurt, but wouldn’t being with other people trying to steal them away from him hurt them more in the long run? MC doesn’t see what Jack does, how much of a threat those rivals other “friends” are.

After all… Ian was someone MC once held so dear, and he hurt them so, so badly. He’s trying to come back into their lives, and MC clearly still cares about him even if they’re trying to move on. How can Jack just stand idly by and let MC get hurt again when they don’t see just how bad Ian is for them?

MC might not be able to see how Ian and the other love interests could hurt them, but perhaps Jack could show his beloved sunshine just how cruel they can be.

Of course, Jack doesn’t want MC to get hurt. He would never! But, well, some lessons can be a bit harsher than others. Learning them can sting a bit and even make us upset, but as long as the lesson doesn’t do lasting harm and improves things for them, well, then it’s a good lesson!

Besides, this lesson will hurt Jack more than it hurts MC… in the most literal sense.

This classic audio drama of Jack’s villainous monologue makes me think that he’ll eventually find a way to become much more tangible in the real world. Sure, he could be saying all this while possessing his rival, but it seems more like a face-to-face confrontation. Naturally, for a face-to-face confrontation, Jack would need a face that’s actually visible to the person he’s taunting.

Perhaps the closer Jack gets to MC, the more they love him, the more real he becomes. It could be a reversal of what happened in the “No” route. If that were to happen, Jack could converse with other people directly… and perhaps convince them to leave MC to him.

If they just won’t go away, well… Jack could always push their buttons, upset them to the point that they have violent urges, only these feelings would be directed at him.

While MC is there to see that person unleash their bloody rage on Jack, of course.

As we’ve seen in earlier concept art, Jack didn’t feel pain when being stabbed, and perhaps that might still be true. But MC doesn’t need to know that when Jack says he’s okay and that it doesn’t hurt, it really doesn’t. All they see is Ian, Shaun, Nick, or whoever else suddenly snapping and attacking Jack with a knife for no apparent reason at all, leaving him bloody and wounded in front of them, trying to act brave for their sake like he did in the “no” route.

Jack doesn’t want MC to be unhappy, but perhaps he might get to enjoy a guilty thrill if they got upset for his sake, especially if he could feel them being so protective over him. Their worry for his injuries and outrage that he was attacked… You could say that it’s another way for his sunshine to show him just how much they love him. It might even make him feel a bit more secure, more real.

Jack could even prep his target beforehand via possession, tormenting that person until they’re close to snapping. In the now gone trailer, Shaun sounds unhinged, saying what he’s doing is so wrong… Shaun sounds like someone pushed to do things he never thought himself capable of doing, and likely it was Jack who did the pushing.

All Jack has to do is pull the trigger at the right moment, when MC is there to see their other friend snap. He could use a phrase or gesture that seems so innocent as a means to torment them until they can no longer help themselves when they hear it. He could’ve urged them to carry a knife with them at all times.

Hell, Jack could’ve outright possessed their arm with his powers, unseen by everyone, to make his target stab him in front of MC.

So, as far as MC is aware, Jack being his typical friendly self, when all of a sudden their other friend loses their mind and stabs Jack, likely while shouting something unhinged. It paints a vivid bloody picture of their friend as the antagonist, and Jack as the innocent victim.

Even if the rival snaps out of it right afterward, horrified at what they had done, if Jack covered his tracks well enough, their protests would be empty. It’d just look like empty excuses.

Or perhaps they hate Jack, really hate him, but they have no solid evidence why Jack is a bad person. They could wind up digging the hole even deeper if they doubled down on their act of violence.

It would be really hard to claim that Jack is the dangerous entity when they were the one who suddenly stabbed Jack without apparent provocation after all. It’d just make them look even more unstable and dangerous.

Sure, it’d be an awful thing for MC to see, but at least they’re not the one that got attacked. Jack bravely made sure that he was the only one whose blood was spilled. He might not even really feel pain like they would if he can handle being stabbed, rotted, and bleeding and keep going, as some teasers and concept art have shown.

Personally I think Jack can feel pain, but it’s nothing compared to the 40 years of hell, or the fear of losing his sunshine.

A little pain is worth it to keep his sunshine. Forever.

The idea of losing Jack bloodlessly and painlessly is scary enough for MC. Seeing someone attack him, maybe even outright trying to kill him would be far, far worse. MC was so desperate to keep Jack from disappearing, so it wouldn’t be a stretch to expect that they would rush to his defense to save his life.

This is especially true if their feelings for Jack are so strong that he’s able to physically manifest now.

The moment would be a scarring memory for MC, but sometimes lessons can be harsh when we learn them. MC would at least know how inferior their other friends are compared to Jack, how harmful and dangerous they are. Those people don’t deserve to be in MC’s life, and it’s in their best interests to never see those people again.

Jack would also get to enjoy the perverse pleasure of knowing just how much MC cares about them, how much they love him. They could even nurse him back to health after they chase away that inferior friend for good. He can be pampered, appreciated, and loved. MC will better understand just how important Jack is to them, how much they need him, and how terrible the person who tried to take them away truly is.

Really, it goes to show that MC should listen to Jack more when he says he’s not so sure about them spending time with a particular person, don’t you think?

Of course, how well this ploy goes depends on MC’s compassion. Given what we’ve seen so far of the story, MC does care about Jack, and most people will at least be upset and alarmed that someone was stabbed in front of them. An MC that has strong feelings for Jack and deeply loves him will no doubt be enraged.

This sort of messed up scenario reminded me of how the Bad End AU went so horribly wrong, only Shaun and Ian knew to target the tape there, rather than Jack directly. Alice was hesitant to do more than plead for the three to stop, not wanting any of them to be hurt, and the result was the tape getting destroyed and Jack banished.

The altercation between them was vague, but what if we went down another dark path? What if Jack pushed Ian and Shaun, but they never found out about the tape, and they focused on Jack himself despite his imposing size.

Once I made that comparison between this idea and the Bad End AU, I got inspired to write a quick first draft flash fic about a timeline where Jack gives in to his darker impulses.

The story of Sunshine in Hell is one of broken people helping each other heal and become better versions of themselves.

The Bad End AU is what happens when the wrong choices are made and things only get so much worse.

By the way, for those wondering, a third part of the Bad End AU is in the works. This isn’t it, but more like a different option taken during a critical moment that resulted in blood being spilled instead of bits of plastic and torn VHS tape ribbon.

 From wholesome to unhinged, my posts truly run the gambit of different sides to Sunny Day Jack. I hope you enjoy this little snippet of Jack getting worse instead of better, and taking perverse glee in bringing Alice along with him down a twisted path.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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Jack hated to see his sunshine upset. He ached for Alice every time she was in pain. There was nothing he wanted more than to see her smile, to bask in her warm, happy glow.

The last thing Jack wanted was to be the reason Alice was upset, and yet…

Somehow things had grown twisted. Jack crossed lines he knew that he shouldn’t, but somehow he always found ways to justify it. Somehow his fears of losing Alice were always stronger than the little voice in his head telling him that what he was doing wasn’t right.

Sadly, not everything in life could be solved with polite words and a smile.

Things had grown twisted until they spiraled out of control. Ian and Shaun dared to invade their home, their sanctuary. They wanted to take Alice away from him, to “save” her from his “wicked clutches” like Jack was just some cartoon bad guy.

All the things the two said about him were ridiculous, exaggerations! Jack feigned ignorance of their accusations, his confused act flawless. There was no reason for them to be afraid of him. He was just an innocent clown, someone who lived to take care of others, particularly his precious sunshine Alice.

Alice believed Jack had nothing to do with their accusations, but she didn’t chase them away. She listened, worried for them despite her faith in him. It warmed his heart that she believed in him, but the fact that she still listened meant that there was room for doubt to worm its way in.

Ian and Shaun could see that too.

“This… thing is dangerous, Alice,” Shaun said with a tremor in his voice. His eyes couldn’t remain still, bouncing between pleading with Alice and watching for when Jack pounced on them like a venomous cobra. “You need to get away from it right now.”

“You have to believe us!” Ian insisted, his voice cracking desperately. He kept one hand in his pocket, his shaking hand clutching his only form of defense tight. Would it even work on a ghost or whatever Jack was?

Could Jack even bleed?

Jack stood between the invaders and his sunshine. They had tried to take her with him, but he snatched up Alice before they could steal her away and tucked her safely behind his back. He kept one hand on her arm, his hold on her deceptively light, but as unshakable as iron. His expression was innocence itself, showing nothing but a mask of confused concern directed at the two terrified men before him. “Take it easy now. There’s no danger here. Let’s all take a deep breath and try to calm down.”

“Don’t give me that nice guy shit!” Shaun snapped as he glared daggers into Jack. His soothing words were grating in his ears, putting him even more on edge. “You’re more fake than a corporate account with a rainbow logo during pride!” His gaze switched back to Alice. “Alice, please, listen to us. This thing has been torturing us for months now.”

Alice felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. The way Shaun looked at her made her heart go out to him, but… how could it be true. “Torture-”

“Hey now, that’s a strong word to use there,” Jack said. His voice took on a more firm tone to it, but nothing more threatening than the gentle chastising he gave children on his show. “What makes you think I would hurt either of you?”

“Cut the bullshit!” Shaun snarled. “You know damn well you’ve been giving us nightmares for months now!”

“I gave you nightmares?” Jack asked. The confusion on his face was so convincing that Shaun and Ian might have questioned themselves if not for the countless sleepless nights filled with torment. “How could I do that?”

“With some sort of supernatural ghost zombie demon bullshit, I don’t know!” Shaun snapped.

“Alice, you can’t trust him,” Ian said, tightening his grip inside his pocket. Dark circles ringed his shaking eyes as he kept looking from Jack to the hand the creature had on Alice. “Why can’t you see that?”

How was Alice able to stand so close to that monster? Why was she standing behind it as if it would protect her? How could she not see that it was holding her hostage? How could she stand that thing’s cold, lifeless touch? Seeing its hand on her made Ian relieve those countless nights spent lost in a place that felt too real to be a dream, but too horrible to be reality.

The Jack before them now wasn’t exactly the same as the rotted, bloody corpse that haunted them night after night. That thing with mocking smiles that were too wide and wild, and strange eyes that had nothing behind them. This wasn’t the kind and caring boyfriend Alice talked about. This thing was a monster that only knew how to take and take and take. Its touch stole something from Ian every time it laid its hands on him, and left behind a coldness that went far beyond cold. It stole the very warmth from him until it was as if it never existed. It stripped Ian of his senses one at a time until there was nothing but its absence hissing at him like static.

And that voice. That voice mocked him even when the world went so silent that Ian couldn’t even hear his own screams. That thing was trying to sound compassionate now, but that was a lie. It twisted the truth until it was unrecognizable, but so believable. It sounded so calm and kind at the start of every nightmare, even as it told Ian so many, many terrible things, tore open old wounds and exposed all his flaws.

Ian was a sinner damned for hell. He didn’t deserve to be anywhere near someone as kind and gentle as Alice. That thing made it all too clear to him.

The thing countered his protests, even laughed, because they were so feeble. Ian was so selfish, so worthless.

That voice would then mock him, so superior, so much better than Ian in every way. He would never forget the sound of that voice, or that smile.

The smile Jack offered him now was supposed to be an encouraging one, but Ian knew that it was fake. He knew what the hand held before him in a placating gesture was a ruse to get just a little closer.

If Jack touched either of them it was all over. Now that they exposed the truth about it to Alice…

Who knew what it would take from Ian if it got its hands on him again?

“Let’s all calm down now,” Jack said soothingly. “Come on, take a deep breath with me.�� He gestured to his chest as he inhaled, which only served to remind Ian and Shaun of just how much bigger he was than all of them.

Ian jerked at Jack’s sudden movement, his breath hitching as that gloved hand drifted close to him.

“There now,” Jack said encouragingly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The words struck harder than any blow.

There now. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

It was such an innocent phrase, something that would have been encouraging if Shaun and Ian hadn’t heard it in countless nightmares, spoken in mocking tones or breathless whispers, with fake reassurance or a true perverse glee. The monster praised them when they ran from the illusion of Alice, when they admitted that they were flawed and worthless, when they surrendered to his taunts…

When they accepted the knife it pressed into their hands to carve a smile in their throats to match its own.

Shaun flinched back while Ian tensed, his eyes wide and wild as Jack slowly reached out for him with an open palm and a smile. It was such a deceptively innocent gesture…

Instinct took over. A flash of silver and a cry broke the air as Ian used the knife he had hidden away in his pocket all this time to take back what Jack had stolen away from him.

Time slowed down as blood sprayed from the gouge carved from Jack’s hand to his forearm. He cried out in pain as he reeled back, then collapsed to the floor.

Shaun froze at the attack, staring at the bloody knife and wound it left behind in shock. It was as if he was watching a scene from one of his movies unfold before him, not real in the slightest, even though some of the blood splattered onto his face and clothes.

Ian held the knife in both hands tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. The blade shook in his too tight grip, then the rest of him soon followed as it sunk in what he had just done.

This was just another dream… right? Ian didn’t mean to hurt anyone, he just couldn’t let Jack touch him, not again. Not in reality. Not when he couldn’t wake up. He couldn’t let Jack take everything from him.

Ian couldn’t let Jack hurt him again.

Everything had happened so fast. Alice didn’t know what to make of it when Ian and Shaun practically forced their way into her apartment, throwing out wild accusations. They were jittery and on edge, hurling out vitriol towards Jack and pleas to her before she could sort out the accusations they made. They grabbed at her without warning, yanking hard while their fingers dug into her arms hard enough to bruise. It was only thanks to Jack acting quickly to separate them that she hadn’t been dragged outside.

They scared her. Alice worried for them, but their actions weren’t normal. The look in their eyes was terrifying. Ian and Shaun had been acting cagey for weeks now, avoiding her and not responding to her texts. She never saw this coming.

Jack reassured her with his gentle touch and soothing words. Alice could see that he was alarmed by their behavior as well, but he did his best to keep calm, to protect her when her friends were acting so strangely.

There was no way Jack was this monster they described. He was the kindest, gentlest soul Alice had ever known. He chased away her nightmares, comforted her when she needed it, and was there for her when she was left all alone.

Jack loved her more than anyone else in the world.

Alice barely had time to wonder about their claims when Ian struck without warning. When Jack screamed, her blood turned to ice. Red filled her vision.

There was so much blood.

“Jack!”

Alice moved before she could really register what was happening, her scream sounding far away as her heartbeat pounded hard in her ears. She threw herself between Jack and his attacker, falling to her knees as used her body as a shield. She clung to him, her best friend, her beloved, heedless of the blood soaking into her clothes, then turned her gaze to the monster that had dared to hurt the one she loved.

The ice in that gaze froze Ian, and the knife fell from his limp fingers. Suddenly he was all too aware of what he had done, the blood on his hands. He stared at them, at the sin he had committed, shaking and red, until he collapsed into a pool of tears.

“How could you?” Alice hissed, forcing the words out through her constricted throat. “How could you!?”

The world started to move again. Ian tried to say something, perhaps some form of protest or apology, but the words were half-formed and drowned in his tears. Shaun stared between the bloodstained knife and Jack, who lay curled against Alice, quietly whimpering while bleeding all over the carpet.

Shaun couldn’t reconcile the scene before him of the wounded man, weak and in pain, against the monster from his dreams that smiled through any attack he made. No matter how many times he stabbed Jack in the dream, the undead creature would just mock him, unfazed even as its blood was spilled.

Was this really the same monster that haunted them for months?

It was this dissonance that made Ian truly aware of the sin he had committed. He couldn’t handle it. He fled.

“Get out!” Alice snapped, bringing Shaun’s attention back from her and away from the fleeing Ian. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Shaun staggered a step back. “A-Alice, I-”

“Get the fuck out!” Alice shrieked. “I never want to see either of you ever again! If you ever come near me or Jack again, I’ll fucking shoot you!”

Shaun took a few more steps, his eyes trailing down to the blood that had been spilled. It still didn’t look real to him, but Alice’s screams were real. The hatred she had in her eyes directed entirely at him was real. It was far more real than any of his nightmares.

It was too much for Shaun, and he too left behind the scene of this macabre show he had taken part in.

Ahhh…

Jack had to use every ounce of his willpower to suppress his smile and keep his true feelings hidden from his sunshine. The pleasure he felt in that moment was exquisite, a shiver of euphoria that was so sinfully delicious it was practically erotic. Fear, shock, and anger burst through him like fireworks, but undercutting all of those feelings was the love Alice had for him. Those feelings of her burned fierce and bright, chasing away all the cold in the world. Even her hatred, directed at someone else, was beautiful, because it was for his sake.

How could Jack not feel pleasure when Alice’s love for him overflowed until it flooded his heart in a torrent of passion?

All that fear, worry, and rage was in defense of him. Only him. Only Jack had her love now. Whatever care Alice felt for Shaun and Ian was dead, its throat slit with a single slice of a knife.

It made all the nights spent away from his sunshine while she slept worth it. All those months of training those two obstacles had paid off beautifully. Jack finally exposed the true nature of those inferior other “friends” of hers. He knew that with just a little encouragement, they would finally show his precious sunshine just how worthless and filthy they truly were.

With them gone, her anger cooled, but didn’t disappear completely. It still burned inside of Alice, fierce and ready to protect him again at a moment’s notice. Her thoughts were all for him now, only him. She fussed over his wound, letting out concerned whimpers as she cradled him close while using her own clothes to staunch the blood flow.

Jack hated to see his sunshine so upset. He wanted to reassure her that he was fine, but he had to be careful about it. The episode he had written for them wasn’t quite finished yet.

“It… it’s okay… sunshine,” Jack said between heavy pants. He wore a weak smile that held none of his true happiness in it. “I-it doesn’t hurt.”

It was a lie, and they both knew it, but the pain didn’t matter to Jack. No pain compared to the thought of losing Alice. This little scratch was nothing compared to what he gained in return.

The love Jack felt from her, the pleasure that love gave him was so much better. It was a drug that left him feeling weak and dizzy, almost overwhelmed by the euphoria to the point he became partially erect. Alice’s love for him was so fierce that it was practically all that he could feel. Compared to that, the gouge in his arm was little more than a paper cut.

Those warm hands of hers touched him so delicately. Alice fussed over him, cried over him, her heart breaking for him. It was all for him, only for him. He was her world, and he reveled in it. She was the sun that would shine her light for no one else but him now.

Jack never wanted anything to make his sunshine unhappy, but how could he not enjoy himself? How could he not find pleasure even in the darker moments of anger and sadness that overtook her when it was for his sake? The way she screamed his name, the way she held him so close, the fierce way she defended him, worried for him… how could he not adore every second of it?

There was no stronger proof of the love Alice felt for Jack than this.

[lesmisshippingshowdown]

Les Mis Shipping Showdown Round of 16: Official Winners Reveal

What an enjoyable week and a bit we've had in this round! We're absolutely thrilled to have seen people get so thoroughly on board with the poll stealing mechanic. The creativity & dedication on display has been amazing - and fear not, this will not be your last opportunity to steal polls for your favourite ships!

Without further ado, the Official Winners of the round of 16 are...

Combeferre/Enjolras (61%) vs. Bahorel/Bahorel's Laughing Mistress (39%)

Valjean/Javert (75.6%) vs. Jehan/Bahorel (24.4%)

Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta (88.5%) vs. Courfeyrac/Grantaire (11.5%)

Enjolras/Grantaire (85.6%) vs. Courfeyrac/Enjolras (14.4%)

Cosette/Marius (62.6%) vs. Enjolras/Feuilly (37.4%)

Cosette/Éponine (77.8%) vs. Enjolras/Marius (22.2%)

Jehan/Montparnasse (81.6%) vs. Bahorel/Feuilly (19.4%)

And finally, I need to give a shout out to fans on both sides of our final match up, Turnchetta vs. Courfius. Turnchetta fans, you took a stupid little joke ship from 2013 that I put in this poll for the bit, and you put forward an absolute outpouring of incredible fanworks that totally do not betray this ship's stupid origins. But Courfius fans were not cowed so easily, and joined the steal game with formidable enthusiasm to try and claw the battle back in favour of their OTP. All in all, I will tell you guys that when I'm not running Les Mis ship polls I'm a big Formula One fan, and tracking the #lmss steal tag over the past hour gave me emotions I haven't felt since I got so stressed during the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix that I literally went and hid in my friend's bathroom rather than watch the race on the telly. We've literally invented sports again. But for Les Mis shipping.

Anyway, enough about me. You all want to know how this match up ended. And I can say now that the final tally IS...

Courfeyrac/Marius (51.5%) vs. Turning Woman #3/Musichetta (48.5%)

Congratulations to both teams on such a hard fought battle! Turnchetta, you may not be proceeding in this bracket, but I have a feeling that the 2025 Turnchetta Revival has not reached its conclusion just yet. Now, with your head held high, sashay away.

Courfius, you're not out of the woods yet. Though you managed to claw back a thrilling victory in this poll, the narrow margin means that you will shortly be facing off against Courferre in a 24 hour fight to the death to see who will proceed to the semi finals. Keep your eyes peeled as this will be dropping in approximately 25 minutes!

[my-my-my]

Get to know mutuals ^-^ tagged by @bankaizen (thank you for the tag ❤️)

I'm sorry, it's so long!! I'm putting it behind the read more for easier reading.

What’s the origin of your username? It's a song by Armand Van Helden! He's one of my favourite DJs haha.

OTP(s) + shipname: TUna LMAO (Tidus/Yuna) from FFX, Fanille (Fang/Vanille from FFXIII), Touya/Yukito from CCS, GinRan and Unohana/Isane from Bleach. Yakuza: Daigo/Mine. Also a big fan of Canon Character/OCs!!!

Favourite colour: Turquoise/teal - most of my fountain pen inks are in that colour range lol

Song stuck in my head: The Macrodata Refinement Dance Party mixed by ODESZA

Weirdest habit/trait: If I'm at a restaurant, I fold my used napkins neatly to be disposed of.

Hobbies: I have a lot! Aside from writing, there are:

(junk) journaling, which in turn, lead me to my stationery and fountain pen hobbies

playing the piano (been playing since I was 5)

swimming (was a competitive swimmer for most of my child and teenage years)

I garden in the spring/summertime

I also love to cook and have done dinner parties for my friends (but I don't enjoy baking)

I'm also into photography

I wish I had more time in the day for it, but I also try to do some language learning!

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? A food/travel writer/reviewer!

Something you’re good at: I've been told I'm good at giving advice and listening to people. Personally I'm very good at directions! There have been a few times where I've been stopped on the street and helped people navigate their way around.

Something you hate: Oranges :(, I can't stand the colour, the smell and the taste.

Something you forget: Hmmm not sure! I guess phone numbers. I only remember the numbers of my immediate family...

Your love language: Gift giving! I love getting people gifts and try hard to get something meaningful and/or practical. I'll try to remember little details about my friends and find something along the lines of that. I also love receiving gifts lol.

Favourite movies/shows: Ahhh so many! For animanga: Bleach, Samurai Champloo, xxxHOLiC, Sailor Moon, JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable. For movies: Spirited Away, Sorry to Bother You, Drive, Kill Bill Vol 2, Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, The Fall. Shows: Hannibal, Regular Show, 30 Rock, Prison Playbook (k-drama), Hotel del Luna (k-drama), Racket Boys (k-drama).

Favourite food: Too many... I think I could eat soup dumplings/xiaolongbao by the bucket loads. Or Sri Lankan crab curry mmmm. I also can't say no to chocolate cake 🫣

Favourite animal: bears!!! I know they could kill me, but why are they friend-shaped :(

What were you like as a child? I was an easygoing child and VERY curious. I would wake up in the middle of the night to do "science" experiments. Like one time I woke up around 3am and I dug up the front yard to find "cool rocks" 💀 or buy mentos from the local convenience store, wait for everyone to go to bed, then sneak into the kitchen and put the mentos in my parents 2L coke bottle to see it explode LMAO.

Favourite subject in school: i've been in school for too long: french & geography -> science -> physics -> biology -> advanced health economics for low and middle-income countries & biostatistics

Least favourite subject: Wood working... to avoid a fail, I asked the guy who had a crush on me to help me with my final project 🫣 I also hated organic chemistry in undergrad.

What’s your best character trait: I've been told I'm very caring and calming to be around! I had a friend describe me as a "human version of a spa" 💀

What’s your worst character trait? I cut people out of my life very easily. I think I should be more forgiving, but I just... can't get passed whatever slight was made to me/loved ones. I'm trying to be understanding and compassionate, but I also don't want you near me ever again lol.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I hope trump and his administration dies. In my immediate life? I'd like a higher salary.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? It is definitely a tie between Johann Sebastian Bach and Muzio Clementi!! They are my favourite composers. My piano exam repertoire for the Baroque and Classical periods were from their piano repertoire. I have so much fun playing them and would love to learn their thought processes.

I tag: @soprawrites @villainsrtasty @nail-art-no-jutsu @muzansfangs @snuggetfish @if-dreams-do-come-true and any others who want to do this too (also feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this, no obligation at all!!)

[illprotectyou-hearteyes]

Going to be predictable... Benji Dunn for the character ask!

HELL YEAH BENJI!!!! You know he's one of the characters I was fishing for so thank you <3 Apologies for the length below the cut, I cannot be trusted with this kind of opportunity to pontificate about The Character.

How I feel about this character

Oh boy how much time do we have. How much time do I have. See, my kryptonite is a character who is a bit of a cypher, and Benji is so many layers of slight-of-hand. To the point that a significant portion of his character development isn't actually him changing so much as it's the layers being peeled away to reveal what was always there.

He's loud in his objections and expressions of fear and so can be perceived as lacking in adaptability, when actually he's on Ethan's buckwild wavelength like no one else from Day 1, and the first to run after him into danger. He'll complain of a stubbed toe, so will he really be up for the physical threats and injuries of field-work? Joke's on you for asking, he'll take a bullet so quietly a whole team of secret agents will miss it, and that's only the beginning. He's the bright-eyed and naive one, right? In some ways, at the start, but he's also the most acerbic and sharp-edged in others. Even Ethan underestimates Benji's loyalty in RN, as if Benji didn't put his whole life on the line for him without even knowing what the fuck was happening in MI3, before they ever worked together in the field.

He's a delight and a terror and he's always underselling himself and over-performing, he's the comic relief and the heart of the franchise, he's a rambling anxious nerdy tech who becomes a badass field agent and he and Ethan were two sides of the same coin from day one. And I LOVE him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I mean, Ethan. No one else really, although I could very easily be sold on Ethan/Benji/Luther.

Setting aside the urge to describe every Ethan and Benji scene and go "Do you see that ????" It's. The two-way loyalty and adoration and bone deep trust and being on the same wavelength to unprecedented degrees. Believing in each other when no one else does (except Luther, my beloved <3), believing in each other so hard they perform miracles not to let the other down. Somehow equal parts the attraction of opposites and self-recognition in the other. And getting to watch the relationship develop and unfold across the films!!! I still cannot believe the franchise straight up concludes with Ethan following Benji as the symbolic conclusion of his 8-film arc.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I mean. Benji & Paris. I would explain but we all get it. And Benji & Luther. In my headcanon Benji may or may not have been keenly aware of Ethan pre-MI3, but absolutely he was a huge fanboy of Luther's. No way our boy didn't idolize The Phineas Freak. He has lost weeks worth of sleep trying to puzzle out how the fuck Luther pulled off the NATO Ghostcom hack. He's scoured the IMF databases for any fragments of hints about Luther's work, to a degree that makes for an awkward as fuck first meeting. And now that's his friend!!!!

My unpopular opinion about this character

Hmm. I can't think of any that I know to be unpopular within the fandom. I mean Simon talks about his frustration at Benji being seen as just a comic relief character, so if thinking Benji has more to him than funny lines is an unpopular opinion among general audiences, then uh *gestures at post* yeah you might say that's an opinion I have

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

DR provided such an incredible conclusion to Benji's arc it ground most of the answers I'd previously have put here into the dust. But I do desperately wish we had Benji learning of Luther's death. (Still holding out hope for that deleted scene ...). On that note I would have loved to get a bit more of his and Luther's relationship outside the banter. Him and Ilsa too, tbh.

Uhhh feels odd to end on the single downer note so in conclusion I Love him, 20/10 character.

[mojowitchcraft]

Stommy Starter Pack

Bella @bilbosmom-belladonna said she was getting into Stommy so I thought I'd do a fic rec list of my faves!!

This is by no means an exhaustive list, please feel free to post more Stommy recs in the replies!

If you're a Steddie shipper and you are just warming up to the idea of letting Tommy infiltrate your OTP try these Stommie (Steve, Tommy, Eddie - aka Frog Stack) Fics:

movie night by pizzabones aka @glitterfang Post S4 | Rated E | 9k | One Shot This is a series with 2 parts so far, with a 3rd one on the way

Nightly demodog attacks, a town that's held together by duct tape and sheer pettiness, a scrappy group of survivors living in Hawkins high and one, Tommy Hagan. After coming home to Hawkins to check on his family and running into a fair bit of trouble, Tommy manages to find himself roommates with none other than Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. It's actually not that bad all things considered. At least there's still porn at the end of the world.

Strange Overtones by WabiSabiPapi aka @arimakes Body Swap | Rated E | 38k | 4/4 Chapters

When he makes it to the small clearing, quick footsteps come up behind him, and before he can turn around, someone tries to shove him. Astonishingly, his center of gravity is on his side and he plants his feet in time, holding his ground. Spinning around, he puts his fists up and freezes when he sees himself panting and angry with fists clenched to his sides. “Woah, trippy,” Eddie remarks. Tommy dressed him poorly today—the absence of his battle vest is going to draw a lot of attention from his comrades. “What the fuck did you do to me, freak?!” “Tommy?” Eddie doublechecks, hopeful that their game of musical bodies is only between the two of them and not some other third party. “Yes! Did you fucking curse me? What the shit is this?!” ----- Eddie Munson and Tommy Hagan don't like each other and they don't have anything in common - or at least, that's what they think until one morning, they each wake up in the other's body.

MORE RECS BELOW THE CUT!

pretty secrets we share in the dark by poopypantsbennett aka @dontcallmeeds PWP | Rated E | 3k | One Shot

Then, a throat clears from the back of bedroom and Tommy’s entire universe becomes hell frozen over. Steve scrambles away from Tommy, takes his hand back. The loss of touch makes Tommy have to bite back a whine. “Well, don’t stop on my accord,” a somewhat familiar voice comes from a plume of smoke by the window. (Or Tommy and Steve get caught by everyone’s favorite stoner, Eddie Munson)

And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy by whateverokayFINE aka @batmunson666 PWP | Rated E | 4.5k | One Shot This is in a series with 2 parts so far

“You wanna kiss him?” Eddie’s voice is warm on his neck. The sun was starting to set. “Yeah.” or Tommy Hagan goes over to Eddie Munson's trailer to buy weed, sees that he’s not alone and the guy that he’s been in love with for years has been keeping his drug dealer company.

friend, love, freefall by @becomingfoxes Rated E | 10k | One Shot Plus there's some really lovely art in the fic!

Eddie leans into his face; his big, stupid, chocolate bambi eyes wide as he bats his eyelashes at Tommy and says, “Pretty, pretty please.” And really, Tommy tries not to react but he can’t help that his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and back up to his eyes. So he pushes at Eddie, just to get some distance and watches as he flops back onto the bed in a mess of uncoordinated limbs. “Jesus fuck.” He sniffs, “Sure, okay. We can watch your dumb, creepy doll movie.” “Yesss.” 

And then if you want another fun threesome you can try Stomarol (Steve, Tommy, Carol)

and steve makes three by Adure aka @toburnup AU | Rated E | 8k | One Shot

"Steve doesn't like me." Tommy knows better than to lie. "He'll come around." He knows that the reason Steve hates Carol is the same reason that Tommy loves her. The same reason he loves Steve, really. They have the same bite, the same oil-slick filthy mouths that get them in trouble. They both smell like hairspray and bubblegum. They both like Tommy.

And then if you're ready for the full Stommy experience:

hold the line by pizzabones Post S4 | Rated E | 8k | One Shot

Standing at the precipice of a big change, Steve's dragged to a Hawkins High bonfire by Dustin. It feels like a personal low, showing up to a high school gathering at twenty. Oh well. It's fine, he'll be out of Hawkins soon enough. It just figures that Tommy Hagan, the last person he expected to run into tonight, is also standing in the keg line. As the poets (Toto) say, "love isn't always on time".

sidelong by Adure AU | Rated E | 6k | One Shot

Tommy draws his knees up toward him and leans his folded arms on top. He stares, unashamed, at the length of Steve's neck as he looks around. His chin. His nice smile. Tommy's drunker now that they're sitting in the brunt of the sun, and maybe that's why it takes a few extra seconds for him to realize that Steve's stopped talking. "Is there something on my face?" Steve asks, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. He looks confused. And he's waiting, because Tommy is slack-jawed and a little bit in love and he's really, really not ready for this shit. (Tommy can't help but look, and Steve can't stop catching him.)

here you come again by @cranberrymoons Post S4 | Rated E | 16k | One Shot

Vaguely, over the sound of a bland pop song playing in the background, he hears the squeak of a pair of sneakers come to a halt at the other end of the aisle. He turns his head toward the sound… and promptly fumbles the tube of Pringles he’d been reaching for. He bats at it with his hand in a futile attempt at catching it, instead knocking it further toward the ground like a spiked volleyball. He clears his throat. “Um.” The tube rolls across the linoleum and comes to a stop at Tommy Hagan’s feet. Steve stares at it for a long, agonizing beat of silence, then he looks back up at Tommy’s face. “Sorry.” Tommy raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s heart kicks in his chest. Steve and Tommy haven't talked in nearly three years. After everything, maybe the best way forward is back.

no pressure by Adure No Upside Down AU | Rated E | 11k | One Shot

Steve Harrington has the worst porn collection Tommy's ever seen. His own is better in every way, no doubt about it, and it seems like Steve agrees as he looks over the rows of tapes. "Which one's your favourite?" "Huh?" "Your favourite. Which one?" Steve asks again, slower this time. Makes Tommy feel slow, too, as he reaches over for a well worn tape near the top of the box. Steve gives him a smile that's sly enough to make Tommy feel like an idiot for saying it. For giving up something damning and getting shit-all in return, just Steve grabbing a fistful of his sleeve and pulling him toward the door. "Let's watch it." Steve kisses Tommy. It's a joke, it doesn't mean anything. There isn't an explanation for what happens after that.

After Everything by WabiSabiPapi Soulmate AU | Rated E | 23k | 4/4 Chapters

It's 2003 - nearly two decades after Eddie sacrificed himself to save Hawkins, leaving Steve behind to navigate a life without his soulmate. He has made his peace knowing that falling in love is not in the cards for him until one day, someone from his past shows up unexpectedly. Maybe it's not too late to find love, after all.

Again, this is not an exhaustive list, just some of my faves by my fave writers and friends! Would love recs (yes self recs too!!!) in the replies!!

[sockmeat]

hmm Angel Dust you say? What if his boyfriend bakes him a cake for his birthday? Or maybe give the spider boy some massages cause god knows he needs some love.

Also hihi, I hope your day is great my friend!

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𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 710

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Angel comes home from work, you greet him with his favorite cake

(𝐀/𝐍): Helloooo my day has been going good :) I hope yours has as well!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Reader's still a hunk, some sexual talk, felt a little crazy and wrote some scenario (don't get too excited it's like 5 paragraphs), gave angel's bedroom a table so they wouldn't sleep on the food lol

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Charlie had already organized a birthday celebration, but you wanted to make a more intimate celebration for Angel after that one

♡ Charlie's plan was similar to every other event she's planned, it had a lot of group activities, corny decorations, and a cake

♡ While you knew Angel would appreciate it all the same, you wanted to shower him with attention meant specifically for him, not just made for him and the general public (the hotel)

♡ So while the others buzzed around to get his party ready while he was away at work, you did your own thing

♡ The very first thing you did was pick up a custom sleep gown you got for him. You knew he'd love it because it was pink, dramatic, and had a tasteful amount of fluff on the edges of the sleeves and skirt. You also got a pair of babydoll lingerie that matched with it

♡ (^ Talking ab the one in that meme that's like "your otp" and one is a grandpa gown with a candle and the other one is an extravagant pink one but I can't find the image for the live of me)

♡ Then, you went to the local bakery and picked up Angel's favorite dessert, tiramisu, and some strawberries with chocolate dip

♡ You knew Angel would have had his fill of decoration and attention by time he got to your gifts, so you decided to let your gifts speak for themselves

♡ The celebration itself went well, just as expected

♡ Angel was pleasantly surprised with the party, he had a blast playing the games Charlie planned and getting drunk with his beloved boyfriend and friends

♡ The whole time he was hanging off you, whispering in your ears and asking what you were going to do to him later for his gift

♡ Of course, you'd just give him a kiss and tell him he'll have to wait and see. You couldn't just spoil the surprise!

♡ It kept him on his toes until the party finally ended and he practically hauled you to his room

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

Angel sprints up the stairs and through the hallways like a desperate man, completely forgetting about his fatigue. "Slow down!" You laugh, but he doesn't listen. No man could've possibly felt as much excitement as he was in that moment.

You're almost blown away he was going so fast, but alas, you catch Angel before he reaches his room and slow him down. He opens the door with a bated breath and coos at the display.

His bed is made as it usually is, but displayed on it is a serving of tiramisu, a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries, and two pink articles of clothing. Fat Nuggets greets Angel with his usual enthusiasm.

"Baby," Angel whispers, letting of your hand and scooping Nuggets into his arms to look at the array of items closer. For a moment, he stares in awe. He only breaks his ogling when you wrap your arms around him. "All this for little ol' me?" He teases, bringing a hand up to your face.

"Of course," you hum. "Who else, if not my gorgeous boyfriend?" You peck his lips and hand him one of the strawberries. He bites into it with a delighted (and slightly exaggerated) moan, subtly eyeing you, though he could barely keep his eyes open. He wavered where he stood while he finished the strawberry.

Snickering, you come out from behind him, taking Nuggets out of his arms and setting him down and moving his gifts to the small table in one fell swoop. As you are, Angel scoops the tiramisu into his mouth and slides under his mountain of blankets. Almost demanding, he lifts his hoard and slaps the mattress next to him, cheeks puffed as if he was a squirrel. "I'm coming, I'm coming," you hurry yourself under and scoop your boyfriend into your arms.

Angel sighs, melting into your chest the second you make contact. "You're so good t'me," he mumbles. You smile adoringly and rub circles into his back, paying close attention to his more tense areas. It doesn't take long for Angel to fall asleep and begin snoring.

"Goodnight," you kiss his forehead.

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[craziechwiv]

Jaune & Ren have been kidnapped!

Your OTP (one for each boy) gets a call saying their partner(s) have been kidnapped.

How do they react?

I'll go first for both!

~~Lancaster~~

Kidnapper #1: What's taking so long?! The guys are barely holding his restraints in place, not to mention ne shrugs off our hits like its nothing! You said theyd give anything for the man!

Kidnapper #2: Just go handle the asshole! I'm sure they'll be here any second no-

Team RWBY burst through a nearby wall, shocking everyone in the building. However, the two kidnappers talking see a silver-eyed Ruby, holding her scythe behind her back as she looks around at their operation. There they see the two looking back at her, and hears muffled shouting from behind them.

Just then, Jaune burst through the door, tied up and bloodied as 3 guys apprehend him. She creased her brows and gritted her teeth, snapping her fingers once. Her friends who came to rescue their knightly friend were on the attack, eaching taking one the three men ontop of Jaune as Ruby walked slowly to the two kidnappers.

Ruby: How listen here, you are going to let him go. You are going to turn yourselves in. And you're not even gonna try to resist. If you break even one of those commands I've given you;

I WILL MAKE SURE HELL IS WHERE YOU WISH YOU GO ONCE I AM DONE WITH YOU!

Kidnapper #1 + #2 just shook there heads quickly backing away from Ruby as she pointed her weapon at them. Soon, the others with a severely injured Jaune, walked past them. The two men didn't even stop them as they all walked out the way they came.

Kidnapper #1: I-I still think we had a better chance with that other guy.

Kidnapper #2: Oh really?

~~Renora~~

Kidnapper #1: DRIVE! DRIVE FASTER, SHE'S GAINING ON US!

Kidnapper #2: IM TRYING!

The duo are driving their car with a tied up Ren sitting patiently in the back. As to who they're screaming about, a enraged Nora is using her hammer to catapult herself from rooftop to rooftop, keeping up with their escape car.

Kidnapper #2: WHY THE FUCK IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND OF ALL PEOPLE?!

Ren: Cuz she's crazy. And that's my type~.

Nora: GIVE ME MY RENNY OR I'LL SHATTER EVERY BONE YOU HAVE AND THEN SOME!!

Kidnapper #1: *crying at this point* I just wanted rent money...

[mackronrobron]

Robron has my heart so I'm thrilled to have Ryan back, but I do lowkey think Mack is the only other person Danny has had chemistry with since Ryan left. I did think the writers were building to pairing them back when Danny left the show and then again when he returned, but they're probably dead in the water again because of Roberts return. I can't be mad because Robron and I would rather they stayed friends then turned romantic just in time for to leave him for Robert anyway. I do wonder if thats why Danny gave that interview stressing Mack is straight as he knows they're not going there now.

Robron will always be my OTP on this show, I adore them with every fibre of my being. They’re incredible, they’re a mess, they’re a trainwreck you can’t look away from in the best way possible. Ryan coming back is just the cherry on top of some already incredible returns lately, namely Ross and Joe (I really do love Joe, he’s such a prick, it’s hilarious).

I do, however, concur that Lawrence Robb and Danny Miller have insane chemistry, hence why I’m a Mackron and Robron shipper. Even now, with this whole John bollocks, Mack’s face whenever he sees Aaron and John together? That is one jealous bisexual bitch, and I will die on that hill. If they had any balls, Charity would’ve gone back to Vanessa, and then Mack could’ve got with Aaron. Vanity and Mackron would’ve gone so fucking hard.

The thing with Danny’s Loose Women interview is that, had it come at literally any other time, I’d have said it was nothing more than a misdirect. But, with Ryan’s return, I really do think they’ll reunite Robron. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fucking loving the now very real prospect of a reunion, but my daydreams will forever include Mackron. Now, if they weren’t complete and utter cowards (and if this was a post-watershed show instead of pre-watershed), they’d give us MackRobRon. Because it’d be fucking incredible and we deserve it — two bisexual disasters and the biggest gay trainwreck in that entire village? Gimme.