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Ford Pines NSFW Alphabet

(Written for my best friend <3 I hope it makes you feel better)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Absolutely doting. Brings them a warm, wet rag to clean off, water, a fresh shirt, you name it. Very touchy, lives off the closeness and skin on skin contact. Asks a lot of questions about what they liked and what they didn't, if anything. Catalogues the marks he left. Sometimes draws them if they falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is mouth, I think. Knows what it's good for-talking and as a seat. (I do think he would grow to like his own hands after being with someone he loved)

His favorite body part of his partner is this one specific freckle/mole behind their knee. Oh, you wanted something like boobs/ass? Neither. The crux of their leg.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is a little more liquid than not. Comes a normal amount but it comes in waves. Whines through it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Thought about his partner sexually before their first time together and considers that a dirty secret for sure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced. College took up a lot of his time, then he was paranoid as hell, then he was in alternate dimensions for 30 years. Did fuck around with aliens, partially for science and partially cause he was lonely.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary??? He's classic. That, or spooning, him behind them and lazily rocking against them. So much skin contact.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more serious, he's trying very hard and he needs to focus, dammit. Once he gets started it's hard to stop.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Takes very good care of himself, keeps it trim and neat. Has a happy trail and also grooms that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic, I think, or tries to be. Sometimes he gets caught up in his head/too focused but most of the time he's very about his partner and he's so, so sweet.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Did in high school/college to see what the fuss was about. Did not when he was working on the portal. Rarely did when In between dimensions cause he wasn't often safe.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If they wear his shirt. Or on the opposite end of the spectrum of tameness, making them come until they cry. Somnophilia, if they gave permission first. If he can't sleep it's a nice way to pass the time and feel close.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed??? (Later they could convince him to do it in his study)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Every touch is like electric to this man. Touch starved as hell. If they look in his general direction sometimes wonders why his pants got tight. It's a process.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't want to hurt them at all. Would also not want to be restrained, triggers him to Weirdmageddon. Do not degrade him, he takes it too hard.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preference to give for sure. Would stay down there for hours if they let him. Gets lost in it. He's greedy. Wants to see how many times he can get them to tremble for him. Tell him he's made for it and watch how red he turns.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's half and half. Ideally he wants it slow so he can focus and commit it all to memory and slowly take them apart. Sometimes he just gets too caught up in it and then he's much faster.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He would much rather take his time. What's the point if he only gets to make them come once??

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experiment, yes. He's definitely made an aphrodisiac/stimulating gel before. Has made an experiment about how many times he can physically get them to come (actually had to be begged to stop, he apologized with lots of kisses) Risky? No. Wants them safe and happy always

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's so touch starved I think he comes pretty quick. Prefers lots of foreplay and for them to come at least twice before he gets his. Is a little embarrassed about it but makes up for it in spades.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Makes toys, but more for teasing than actual insertion. I mentioned the gel, but I could also see remote control vibrators or experimental stimulations.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to think he can tease but he's too desperate for that. He can't tease for long before he wants more. Sometimes he breaks before his partner does.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is loud. Whines a lot. Moans. Whimpers. He would try to talk through it and get cut off by his own sounds.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Listen I'm still on this-the mind reading helmet. Making them wear it and going down on them. In a less sexy note, is self conscious about all the scars and old tattoos. Lichtenberg scars are really sensitive, though. They can replace his self conscious thoughts with other ones. ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hairy but well groomed. Has a little tummy. His arms are built but not as big as Stans-Ford is built more for dexterity and speed. His pecs make perfect pillows. Has “Flirty Girl” and “Hey now you're an all star” tattoos. Definitely had old Bill worship tattoos that he burned/scarred the eyes off of. Has Lichtenberg scars after Bill electrocuting him and has many scars from knives and bullets from his time in the portal.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before he meets the love of his life, very low. (I headcanon Ford as Demi) After??? He can't get enough of the physical contact, though it's not always sexual. Just wants to be touching them. He yearns more for them sexually then he yearns for his own release.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ford doesn't sleep very well anyway (cat naps or like, an hour or so increments) knows it's not healthy but he has nightmares and is not used to being safe when he sleeps. Anyway, after sex he stays up looking at his partner, memorizing every mark, freckle, mole, wrinkle, scar. He is very doting in aftercare and will absolutely cuddle. Draws them, like I mentioned. Sometimes reads in bed.

[libraford]

Okay so here's the rundown of everything that happened with the radio station because omg is it some drama.

In the 90's, there were a lot more independently-run radio stations. There wasn't IHeartRadio and there wasn't SiriusFM or JackFM. A dude could just have a radio station frequency and start a radio station as long as they complied with FCC regulations. And one of these radio stations in Columbus was an alternative station called CD101.

That frequency was sold to a classical station, which is fine because the exchange was friendly. And then the station moved to a different frequency, CD102.5.

So I know it may seem like radio DJ's are just weirdos with microphones and that's just not true- they are TALENTED weirdos with a microphone. You have to be personable, you have to know about the music you're playing, you have to be enthusiastic. And this station was pretty good about programming- they played local music, they played deep cuts, they played weird shit. There were programs for oddball and punk and goth music. They ran charities, they were at local festivals, they were in parades. Their radio station even had a small concert venue attached to it and they would invite visiting musicians to play. Like it really was about community.

But.

Radio stations are expensive, and they get more expensive every year, and in 2020 they were unable to renew their FCC license.

And then a couple months later, they were back again under CD 92.9. A radio station rented out the frequency to them and they were able to get back on the air. It was like nothing ever happened.

I'm not going to know what happened between the owner the frequency (Mark) and the owner of the station (Randy) because there's a lot of people talking about Mark overcharging on rent and Randy being late or short on payments.

An agreement was drawn up to have Randy buy the frequency over a period of (I think) 5 years. But the price was high and the terms of termination were brutal (if he was even one day late on a payment, it constituted termination of the contract). And Randy found those terms to be unreasonable.

So, they announced that the radio station would be going off the air February 1, 2024. And we're all pretty upset! Like, not to be like 'this station saved my life,' but this was a pretty consistent source of event news for me and its how I learned about a lot of concerts and artists. They played one of my friend's bands pretty often and its like 'hell yeah, I know that flutist!'

The DJs of CD92.9 said their good-byes on Facebook.

Meanwhile...

The new DJ of the new station announced that it was always his destiny run the station, and that the new station would be More local music, More deep cuts, More weird shit- and No Billie Eilish. "Out with the old, in with the new."

On one of the old DJ's good-bye posts, the new DJ tried to recruit him to the new station.

"Really? You're trying to poach me on my good-bye post?"

Mark makes a statement that the station will be committed to 'continuing the legacy of CD92.9' and will be using the same programming, the same music, the same DJ's.

Randy says 'the fuck it will, that wasn't the deal' and files a C&D. The DJ's are allowed to work for the new station if they so please, but the new station is not going to inherit shit. They cannot use the same programming, their staff, or any of the thousands of recordings they've use in the past 30 years. Any branding or attempt to brand as similar to CD92.9 is a breach of contract.

A facebook group formed around the support of CD 92.9. How to help, how to get their online stream onto your phone, upcoming events, sponsors to support, and a healthy amount of bitching. Admittedly, some of the posts were REAL stretches- like... I'm sorry darling, I know you want it to happen, but you are NOT going to get them on copyright infringement because their red X logo looks kind of like a similar red X logo from a radio station in Milwaukee.

CD92.9 goes down, 93X goes up.

He does play some more uncommon music, sure. But he doesn't announce who the artist is so its kind of like... what's the point in that? If you just play a local band, but we don't know who the local band is, how are we going to go to their concerts? He'd also talk smack about some bands and its like... don't? You're a public face now.

And then there's the radio edits, which he chose not to play on occasion, so the radio was full of f-bombs. FCC violation.

And as a DJ, simply not charismatic. Like I realize he's not Blorbo from my radio, but like I said- DJing is a skill.

So I just didn't listen. It wasn't worth my time to try. I found a different, less cool station to listen to in the car and I listened to the stream at home.

The mood of the facebook group shifted more towards support for the sponsors, events planned around 92.9, news about who is leaving and who is staying and we just kind of let 93X exist.

The promise of 'no Billie Eilish' fell through pretty quickly. Their music selection dropped to the usual 'alternative music' packet of Imagine Dragons and Twenty-One Pilots. And eventually...

They went off the air. After one month of airtime, it is now an oldies station.

93X DJ said 'well, congratulations you got what you wanted.' Which is half right. We wanted them to tank and our old station to succeed. We're still hopeful about the second part.

The Dispatch ran an article about the short-lived station. Ends with:

So just for like... summary-

Ya'll took over the station with a committed listener base, claimed that you'd be just continuing business as usual, tried to poach their talent, hired someone with no problem talking shit, and when your station failed...

... you want to blame a Facebook Group?

Are you a child?

Anyways, if you'd like to hear an alternative rock station in Columbus that's just doing their best, here's a link to the stream!

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Cub takes over the Permit Office

A short textual recap of the Succession-style coup Cub just carried out (Timestamp: Grian s10 e21 14:40-29:30)

Grian, Scar and Skizz all receive a mysterious summons to a disciplinary hearing to discuss ‘restructuring’ at the Permit Office.

Scar and Skizz turn up thinking they’re in trouble with Grian. Grian, who has received two warnings for completely unfair reasons like ‘not doing his job’, knows he’s in trouble with Mysterious HQ Person (Grian, terrified but curious: Is it Doc??).

Waiting nervously, all three of them agree that their collective efforts are a shambles, a mild blame game ensues, also a horse is here and they can’t kill it because Judge Bdubs would object.

A flying figure approaches.

To Grian and Skizz’s surprise and Scar’s delight, it’s Cub.

Cub times his slow-falling potions to sink slowly and dramatically to the ground in a completely horizontal position. (Cub: Hello, boys) (Scar: Hello, God!)

Cub has a red tie and a gold name tag and performs an immediate show of dominance by taming the horse and handing out golden apples.

Scar: yeah that horse was—

Cub: it’s my horse now

Grian, eating the apple: He’s trying to butter us up. Skizz, don’t eat the apples.

Cub: Grian, I have some excellent news for you, my friend. You’re fired.

Grian: I’m what—

Cub: And also rehired! To a lesser position.

Grian: So I’m, what, assistant permit manager?

Cub: assistant TO the permit manager.

Cub: that’s me.

Cub: I’m sorry you had to find out this way

Grian: [into his hands] I’m so relieved I hate this job so much

Grian: IT’S NOT FUN AND I CAN’T CONTROL IT. LOOK AT THE SHOPPING DISTRICT. THERE’S POP UP SHOPS EVERYWHERE.

Grian: even I’ve got a pop up shop!!

Cub: Grian and I share a similar sentiment, which is that the permits shouldn’t exist

Cub: which is why we both have these jobs

Scar: But… but it was you two who came up with the idea of permits in the first place!

Cub: yeah

Cub: but you were supposed to enforce it

At this point it should be noted Cub has variously a) claimed he's been sent by the higher ups and he didn't want to do this but, boys, he has to, b) claimed he is one of the higher ups, c) claimed he's 'quite high up but not so much' d) vehemently denied that there exists anyone who has a fancier name tag than he does

Cub forces them into an immediate tour of the shopping district

There really are pop up shops everywhere

Cub: Alright, here's some TNT.

Grian: er! wait! I dunno—!

Cub: What.

Grian: Maybe we should give people some warning?

Cub: Hm

Scar: We did! We have a thing! I built a redstone countdown clock! [waves at the contraption of stacked red-yellow-white pillars he spent several weeks on]

Grian: Scar, that HASN'T MOVED SINCE YOU BUILT IT

Scar: It does move! It's just going slowly!

Cub: We need to move faster.

Scar: I can adjust it. This is 2024 advanced redstone. I can change it. [flies off]

Skizz: Can he really—

Grian, resigned: He's just going to mine it. [Scar mines it]

Skizz: Can I take a shot at him?

Cub: Fire away, Skizz

Grian: I'm not sure about this new management!

Meanwhile Cub has been contemplating the nearest popups in a critical way.

Cub: I'm going to be honest, I'm part of this glass collective, and even I want to see this one blown up.

Grian: Look, boss, what if we put a big billboard up that says 'Pop up purge'... certain date.

Cub: Hm.

Cub: That's very reasonable. I was just going to blow stuff up, but if you want to do that, I think it's a good choice.

Grian: How much time are you giving them, boss?

Skizz: Well, that's what the timer was—

Scar: I HAVE A TIMER! IT'S COUNTING DOWN!

Cub: We want to do this lickety-split. Let's go two weeks.

Grian: [repeating to himself under his breath] Two weeks!

Scar: I'll program the redstone!

Cub: You program it in, Scar. Grian, you make the billboard. Skizz…

Skizz: Yeah?

Cub: …you keep on keeping on, baby.

Cub: You've been the background of this whole operation, Skizz.

Skizz now dramatically attempts to get them to a high point so they can look at the layout of the shopping district, a simple task stymied only by the fact Scar and Grian both refuse to take any instructions unless they come from Cub

Cub then orders that pop up shops will be confiscated to Scar and Skizz's enforcement office. Grian very curious about the punishment for permit violations. Scar suggests banishing violators to the far reaches by Doc's 'shooty-offy cannon'. Cub approves this exile penalty enthusiastically.

Cub: Alright.

Grian: There's a storm comin'.

Scar: [looks up at the blue sky] Really?

Skizz: Us. He means us.

Grian: It's more like a moderate breeze.

Skizz: Well, that's official, we're under new management! And the tone I’m getting is that Rub-a-Dub-Cub is not messin’ around.

Cub: You guys gotta get to it.

[Actual in-game storm starts]

Grian: There is a storm coming.

Scar: A storm of pain!

Grian: [to Cub] I'm so relieved. I couldn’t keep control of any of this.

Cub: It's alright, Grian. [PEAL OF IN-GAME THUNDER] We'll keep people in line.

Grian: It feels like the permit office has taken a really dark turn

Cub: Nah, it'll be fine. People will care about their permits! [MORE THUNDER] People will comply :)

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P E D R O P A S C A L

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SERIES

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NEW MEXICO(PART IX)- Pedro asks you to spend his birthday together with you. You just go.

W I N N E R(PART VIII) - You couldn’t attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.

O U C H (PART VII) - You are at the Golden Globes and meet Pedro over there, he didn’t win unfortunately but still, he is a winner in bed.

B O A T (PART VI) - Today is your last day in Malta. Pedro will be back to work, and you also need to return to your routine. Pedro wants your last day to be wonderful, nothing like a surprise with a perfect end. The three most intense days of your life.

COME FIND ME (PART V) - Pedro promised you a weekend, but an unforeseen event changes everything. Maybe he's a fan of surprises, maybe he can find you.

72 HOURS WITH HIM (PART IV) - The shooting in Malta keeps going, all Pedro needs is a weekend off, well…he got it. Would you go meet him for only three days? Hmmm yes!

PEDRO SOLO (PART III) - The days are long and exhausting, Pedro has a huge hotel room, hot tub ... But he is missing something, could you help him?

LOSING GAME (PART II) - You meet Pedro again not just to take back your panties. He wants to play a game, who’s going to lose?

HIGH MILES CLUB (PART I) - After partying hard at Met Gala making out with you in the bathroom and later taking you to his hotel room in NY, he finds something inside his red overcoat pocket in the middle of the airport. But it doesn’t stop, more unexpected and hot things happens during his flight back home.

ONE SHOT

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🔥CORONA, MEXICO - You got invited by Corona to be an extra on the new “La vida mas fina” campaign at the beach. Even if was only one single scene, maybe just 10 seconds of screen you would be more than happy because the main reason was him…Pedro.

MASTERCHEF FAIL - With a busy schedule, Pedro finds some time to spend with you. You promised him to cook his favorite food. Maybe things get out of hand and dessert comes before dinner.

PURPLE IS THE HOTTEST COLOR - After having a difficult day, Pedro meets you, no patience, no time for conversations.Pedro only has one desire in mind: you here and now, no matter if anyone will see you.

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PEDRO I M A G I N E

It’s 3 in the morning…

Hey, I’m looking at you…

What a smile…

You wearing his purple shirt…

Pedro eat pussy drawing

🔥Pedro eat pussy part II

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Who are Santa Trindade

Gringa is on her late 30’s totally addicted to Pascal for the latest years (she doesn’t know what happened) although she’s following his work since 2019 because she is a Star Wars nerd and fell in love with a mandalorian 🤷🏻‍♀️. Her favorite Pedro boy is Javi Gutierrez because he is chubby and funny (Pedro vibes almost 100%).

What makes her wet is when Pedro: slide his finger on his lips while giggling.

Good vibes: if she had a date with Pedro she thinks she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day 🥲

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@missyorkswhore is on her late 20’s and noticed Pedro when her uncle was watching Narcos, she saw Javier and asked him “wow, who’s that stach guy?”. A couple years later she finally got into Narcos and you know…she still want to marry Peña.

She loves when Pedro raises his eyebrow, and when he speaks Spanish [she thinks she can get wet in a fraction of seconds if he speaks like that to her in bed] ah and of course when he screams WHAT TOWN!!! as Joel.

Fave character obviously: DAVE FUCKING YORK (killer king)

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I wrote a giant Raven Cycle analysis

Hi! Over the last year or so I've been working on a sort of essay about various themes in the raven cycle series, and I finally finished it a few weeks ago.

It is titled: "Why I love The Raven Cycle - An excessive analysis of the themes of friendship, queerness and growing up".

And since tumblr loves its meta (and bc I love peer validation) I've decided to start uploading it bit by bit here, making this the masterpost (if I can figure out the logistics of the linking lmao, bear with me)

(beware of spoilers up to greywaren starting at like 3b!)

Introduction

What even is the Raven Cycle?

Trust me, the characters are queer as fuck and I can prove it a) Blue Sargent b) Gansey c) Adam Parrish d) Ronan Lynch e) Noah f) Henry Cheng g) Honorary mentions

The Gangsey is a polycule

Analyzing the reoccurring themes a) Friendship b) Being a teen/growing up c) (Found) Family d) Magic (as a metaphor) e) Further themes I appreciate

Drawing a conclusion

Click here to start with the introductory parts!

1. Introduction

So here’s the thing: I love fiction almost as much as I love my friends. There’s something deeply comforting about the escapism, even if the book actually makes me want to scream and throw it on the floor (only one book has been thrown so far, I promise!).  Fiction is a healthy thing to occupy my thoughts with: headcanons! Quotes being on loop in my brain! Just fandoms!

And for me, if I am hooked on a book (series), it does not even need a good plot where a lot of things happen. In fact, I would say that my enjoyment of a book is made up of 30% plot and about 70% characters and vibes. If the characters are bland, if they do not make me feel much emotion, it likely won’t be more than 4 stars (additional info: I am way too nice rating books!). I really, really need to love the characters, to be able to relate to some aspects of them, or it just won’t become an obsession.

Since I have already started explaining that a bit, let’s look at this question: What is important to make a book special to me? 1. I need to cry reading it. 2. I have to think about it often, even weeks to months after having read it. 3. Obviously, I need to love the characters. 4. I need to be in the fandom! This can be hard with some books, but the internet is a whimsical space allowing you to find at least a small number of people who are obsessed with a work of fiction to a similar extent as you are.

Now, why am I elaborating on this so much? It’s because The Raven Cycle did all that for me. It is my favorite comfort book series at the moment, for all those aspects mentioned, but of course I cannot just leave it at that. No, I wrote a whole-ass analysis on headcanons and some of its themes. You’re welcome.

2. What even is The Raven Cycle?

The Raven Cycle is all I adore and live for (next to my friends). So, naturally, it’s a book series, specifically a four book young adult contemporary fantasy series by American author Maggie Stiefvater. The books in question are: The Raven Boys (2012), The Dream Thieves (2013), Blue Lily, Lily Blue (2014) and The Raven King (2016), and yes I will admit that the publishing dates are a bit of a red flag. There is also the very relevant follow-up series called The Dreamer Trilogy (Call Down The Hawk, Mister Impossible, Greywaren), but it’s a lot less easy to get into that here as I do not know these entire books by heart, so I’ll stick to the original tetralogy here.

To stick to red flags, the books are set in the fictional Henrietta, a rural town in non-fictional Virginia, US, in the 2010s. However, that doesn’t really say *that* much about the plot, so let me summarize that really quick, because I can do better than the official synopsis! (Or let’s pretend I can.)

Blue Sargent comes from a family of psychics, yet she does not have any powers of her own. Even worse, she is a bit of an amplifier for the others, meaning she is always somehow but never directly involved in the business. As if that isn’t enough for an identity crisis, every psychic she has ever met has told her that her kiss would kill her true love. Yikes.

But because she is that amplifier, she comes to a church watch on St. Mark’s Eve, where psychics see the spirits of those to die within the following year. It’s important business, but to her it’s really just staring into the dark. Until she does actually see a spirit: That of Gansey. Of course this is not a coincidence. No, to add to this teen’s mount of problems, there are only two reasons why a non-seer would see someone’s spirit: They are their true love, or they killed them. Or, in Blue’s case, maybe both.

The aforementioned Gansey is Henrietta’s Golden Boy, the son of politicians (read: he’s fucking loaded). He does not run with the Republicans though, he runs with dead Welsh kings, meaning he has been searching for the probably dead, presumably sleeping Welsh king Glendower (*1350; †1416; yikes) for the past like seven years. Why the fuck would he do that? Well, legend says that he will grant a wish to whoever wakes him, and our favorite PTSD-ridden guy really wants that favor.

Aiding him are fellow Aglionby students Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch and Noah Czerny, plus Henry Cheng, though only a lot later in the series, but I really did not want to leave out that menace (affectionately) here. The paths of Blue and the boys cross because of Gansey’s search for Glendower, plus the fact that Blue works at a popular pizza place, but that’s a lot less whimsical. And, well, there’s the implication that Gansey might also be her true love, but perhaps she just kills him because of his bad fashion sense, it would be justified. Anyway, in true Famous Five fashion (Ronan is the dog; I won’t elaborate, the girls that get it, get it) they are of course not the only ones searching for the king, so it’s not completely a wholesome friend bonding activity all the way through.

Be prepared for: friendship and growing up, lots of treasure hunting, family mysteries, magical forests, illegal and slightly distasteful activities (our favorite of course), but most of all, heavily queer-coded (or even canonically queer) characters. Be Gay, Do Crime.

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Avenging Is A Hobby

Summary: Going to school while simultaneously saving the world was supposed to be easy. But when your long list of missed assignments poses an issue, you realize something has to change. Wanda Maximoff x Reader WC: 2,453 Warnings: Mentions of combat, school struggles, not completely proofread

Staring at the bright computer screen in front of you, it was like the numbers on the page were runic symbols you couldn’t decipher. With a sigh, you close out of the tab containing your math homework, promising yourself you’ll complete it tomorrow.

Is that a lie? Probably, and unfortunately your math grade can only take so many more hits before a red ‘F’ lines your grade sheet. You originally thought balancing college and being an Avenger would be manageable, but slowly you’re starting to find that isn’t the case.

Back when the Avengers asked you to join their team, you agreed regardless of your plans to attend college. You always assumed being a ‘superhero’ was a hobby, and that you were more of a sidekick than anything else. Having a degree to fall back on was the smartest decision since you felt you weren’t really needed on the team. Once classes started, things were smooth sailing. Training after lectures, joining missions that didn’t conflict with classes, finishing homework on the quinjet, it was working out great.

But after the first semester you soon realized saving the world takes up a lot of stamina, leaving you too tired to even turn in a completed assignment. After seeing the horrors of the real world out on missions, you’d come back to the compound too exhausted to care about trivial things like schoolwork. It started to reflect on your grades, a few classes slipping from A’s to B’s, maybe even C’s. And your worst subject of all: math, all the way down to a D. If you kept up this rigorous agenda, the rest of your grades would increasingly suffer.

So, here you are procrastinating your math homework for the fourth night in a row. It’s already late, and your tired brain is in no place to even attempt solving any math problems, leaving you to head to bed.

A part of you feels bad for not completing each assignment on time, or for not caring as much as you probably should. But the other half of you is almost relieved to push the thought of school out of your mind, at least for the night.

The next day, you wake up in preparation for an early morning class. The entire team is already up by the time you step out into the kitchen. They’re all dressed in their combat suits, which was unusual for a normal morning.

“Hey, do you have class today?” Steve questions as you step up to the kitchen counter. The entire team seems to be devising a plan as they read over Tony’s tablet and talk with one another.

“Uh, yeah. Why, what’s up?” You ask with a curious expression. It looks like the team is preparing for a last minute mission, one you weren’t aware of. Your guess is Steve was about to invite you to join, seeing as the entire team was already planning on tagging along.

“Never mind, have a great class. We’ll be gone for most of the day, so we will see you later tonight.” Steve smiles as he moves to grab some toast from the opposite counter. You furrow your eyebrows in contemplation, missing one class wouldn’t hurt, right? You didn’t feel like confronting your bad grades today anyways.

“Actually, I don’t have to go. I can help you guys out today,” You voice. Wanda’s eyebrow raises as your comment, overhearing the entire thing. It’s uncharacteristic of you to skip a class, especially for a mission that was fully covered.

“Perfect, we leave in 30.” Steve tells you before heading over to talk details with Tony. You nod, grabbing an apple on your way to go change. In your haste to make it back to your bedroom, you don’t hear the strawberry-blonde following behind.

“What was that all about?” Wanda asks as you approach your bedroom door. You stop in your tracks, turning slowly as you look to the woman behind you.

“What was what?” You shrug, taking a bite of your apple. What did Wanda think you were up to? Did she somehow know about your wavering grades? You know she doesn’t look inside her friend’s minds unprovoked, but right now you’re on edge.

“Skipping class to join us? You haven’t skipped since that space mission we needed you for. I thought Steve made it clear you were good to miss out on this one?” She questions with crossed arms.

You tilt your head nonchalantly, attempting to be unsuspecting. “I don’t have much work to do in this class, if anything I’m ahead,” you like, looking directly into Wanda’s unsure eyes. “Besides, what’s so bad about having an extra hand today?”

Wanda thinks for a moment, and you can tell she’s weighing her belief in your excuse. Finally, she drops her arms and sighs. “Alright, I’ll see you on the jet.” You smile and nod, turning back into your room and shutting the door as a wave of relief washes over you.

You hope she isn’t on to you, but Wanda knows you well. She was the one who convinced you to follow your goal of getting a degree in the first place, which might make her equally disappointed if you don’t follow through.

But at the end of the day, what’s your true calling? Do you want to be an Avenger full time? Certainly they don’t need you enough for that… you’re simply a helping hand on the occasional mission. There’s no reason to think about it any longer, as the quinjet will be leaving soon and you’re perfectly happy in your current position. Right?

It doesn’t take long for you to slip on your suit and meet the team out on the landing pad. Tony already has the engines running when you hop on board, backpack in hand just in case you decide to get some school work done.

The team spreads out, some standing by the screen as more mission details are displayed, while others sit on various chairs and benches. You get comfy in one of the leather seats, your laptop propped on your lap as you scroll through all the red highlighted assignments marked ‘missing’. Sighing, you begin to take on the first one. Of course it’s the one you dread most, math.

It’s not like you are lazy and don’t want to do it, the numbers on the page just don’t make sense to you. And why would you care about some stupid numbers if there’s lives that need saving? Still, the ride on the jet leaves you with plenty of time to trudge through your assignments.

A few questions in and your mind already feels scrambled. “Hey Wanda? Could I get some help with this?” You ask the strawberry-blonde sitting across the way. She nods, moving to the empty seat next to you and peering over your shoulder at the laptop screen.

Although Wanda isn’t extremely amazing at math like Tony, she’s a great teacher. Even if she doesn’t know a specific problem, she’ll be right there by your side to figure it out together. Plus, you wouldn’t dare ask Tony to explain calculus if you didn’t want a full fledged speech on the importance of applying it to physics.

Wanda stares at your screen for a moment, furrowing her brow as she tries to work out the complicated problem in her head. You feel the urge to stretch your legs, the first few problems taking a decent amount of time. “I’m going to use the restroom and walk around for a minute while you look at that.” You tell her.

She nods, taking your laptop from you as you stand and head to the bathroom. Her eyes flit across the screen, the math problem equally as difficult to her. She wonders if there are any other math assignments you could work on, giving you the opportunity to come back to this problem later.

Wanda glances up, seeing no sign of you. She notices the button to go to your school portal, her hands moving the cursor off the math assignment and over to the long list of all assigned school work. 

She tries to hide her surprised expression when the red words ‘missing’ are listed down more than half the page. Wanda scrolls through the vast list of homework marked with red, her eyebrows raising as it keeps going. She knew something was up, and it hits her now exactly why you wanted to skip class.

Wanda has seen what she’s needed to see, her worries now validated. Before you appear back beside her, she closes out of your school portal and returns to the assignment at hand. She has to say something, but she knows it’s not a good idea to talk to you about it in front of the entire team, especially before a mission. The last thing she wants is to make a display of things and throw you off your game.

Instead, she waits until everyone is back at the compound, now preparing for bed after a successful mission. “Hey, do you have a second?” Wanda appears at your bedroom door as you finish drying your hair after a shower.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You ask, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to you. She sits, taking a moment to think how to phrase everything. It pains her to think she had to go behind your back in a way to find out what was wrong, even if it wasn’t on purpose. But even worse than that, she feels hurt that you never mentioned you were struggling to anyone.

“When I was helping you with your homework, I happened to take a look at the other assignments… just to see if there was other math you could work on,” your heart drops as she takes a breath. “I saw all the missing assignments you have. What’s going on?”

You feel the familiar weight of disappointment filling your chest. Of course Wanda was going to find out, even without entering your mind, she can read you too well. Now it’s your turn to take a moment to think. Do you admit you’re falling behind? Do you make up an excuse? Regardless of what you choose, you quickly realize there’s no tricking Wanda. You have to tell her the truth.

“I’ve been falling behind in my classes, and my grades are starting to suffer too… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner—I just didn’t want to disappoint anyone.” You admit, the words flowing out of you. You had hoped telling someone the truth would lift the heavy weight of disappointment, but it doesn’t, you still feel like a failure.

Wanda takes a deep breath as she places a hand atop your arm. “I’m not disappointed, I just want to know why this is happening. Is something wrong at school?” She asks with a soft expression. Meeting her gaze, you realize she truly isn’t mad, frustrated, or even disappointed like she said. She really does want to help.

“Each time I come home from a mission, after seeing cities demolished, people killed, and families torn apart, I can’t just sit down and complete and assignment. I feel like I could be doing more, I should be doing more.” The words that slip out of you feel… right. It’s the truth, and you didn’t even realize it until now. You want to do more. But compared to the other heroes on the team, there’s no way you could be a true Avenger.

“Hey, if that’s what you want, I want you to go for it. Have you considered becoming an Avenger full time?” Wanda asks, your gaze falling to the floor.

“Yeah… but I feel like you guys are more than capable without me. You complete missions all the time while I’m in class, you don’t need me.” You voice, watching Wanda’s expression fall.

She grabs your hand with both of hers, making sure you look her in the eye before she speaks. “I promise you that you are needed. You are an Avenger whether you pursue school full time or if you drop out completely. There’s a reason we keep you around,” She smiles, a warm glint in her eye as you take another deep breath. “You’re not just a fighter, you’re also quick-witted, empathetic, intelligent, and I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t by my side each time we board that jet.”

You look at her with watering eyes, those words finally washing away all of your doubts. The entire time you were so worried about not being enough for the team, Wanda already counted you in. “Thank you, Wanda,” you give her a smile through your teary eyes as she squeezes your hand. “I think I’m going to drop out, I can get a degree anytime, but there are lives that need saving now.”

Wanda grins, nodding at your decision. “We better let the team know, they’ll be overjoyed.” She tells you, pulling you up from the bed. You laugh, covering your surprise at the mentioned support over your choice. Does everyone really want you on the team full time?

Your question is quickly answered after you inform the group of your decision. “So, yeah, I’ll be free 24/7 for training and missions, and whatnot…” You work around saying it how it is, just in case anyone is unhappy with your choice. But to your surprise, the entire team cheers.

“Anyone who crosses us better watch out!” Steve exclaims.

“Thank god, now I don’t have to spar with Steve.” Nat teases, earning an elbow to the side from him as you laugh.

“Now I can train the future rocket scientist myself!” Tony adds, chuckling as you roll your eyes at him. You look over to Wanda, who’s grinning almost as wide as you. Thank you, you mouth to her, getting a warm nod in response. 

The group continues throwing praise your way, leaving you elated in place of the disappearing frustration. You understand why you felt the need to hide your struggles, but now you know there’s no benefit to it. The group of people standing here have proved their fondness for you, all that’s left is for you to knock down the last wall you built out of insecurity. The only thing that got in your way was yourself, and you now see that just a little support from a close friend can make all the difference. It seems that suddenly, the wall is gone, and in its place is an amazing team of heroes.

As the conversation slows down, Tony’s eagerness still remains. “Now that we’ve got a rock solid team, I say let’s party!"

[eds6ngel]

hey! I saw that your requests are open! so i can ask for an eddie x reader where she tries to understand more about d&d or metal, those things to try to please her bf, however eddie doesn't have a good day and ends up mocking and embarrassing her. I liked your account, if you don't like this, please ignore me! 💗

of course my love, i loved this ask! and thank you for the compliment <3

warnings: fem!reader. pet names. established relationship. angst, but it ends in fluff. swearing. j*son c*rver mentions [1.7k]

As Eddie exits the torturous walls of Hawkins High, he exhales a sigh of relief. If he was being honest, today had been a shit day. Jason was in one of his moods where he decided to turn all of his obvious internal issues into spiteful words towards him. Something that on the last day of school of ‘86 was not the ideal send off.

He needed to see one person, one girl. His girl.

Eddie walks over to his van, leaning against it as he lights a cigarette, knowing you, his girlfriend, should be there any minute.

But, two smoked cigarettes later, and you were nowhere to be found. Not a trace of you in sight.

“Fuck,” he grits out, throwing his blunt cigarette on the ground and stomping it out harshly with the heel of his shoe, the underneath becoming more destroyed by the day.

He swings open the door, sliding in his seat before slamming it shut, huffing out in frustration. He puts the keys in, turning on the engine, Metallica’s “Kill ‘Em All” blasting through the speaker as he sets off towards his trailer.

Where the fuck were you?

The sound of the bell ringing alerted the store clerk, you pushing open the door with a nervous expression on your face.

You slowly makes your way to the counter, asking the tall man, “Um, hi. I was wondering if you had the latest album by… um, AC/DC, I think they are called?”

“Sure thing!” he replies cheerily, “You want cassette or vinyl?”

“Um, cassette please, thank you.”

Eddie had been rambling for months about their latest album. He’d already bought the album on vinyl, practicing the newest tracks until his fingers were numb and red. However, he recently talked about owning the album on cassette, that way he could take his latest obsession on the go with him.

So, trying to be the supportive girlfriend you are, you went on a hunt to track down the cassette yourself, even if you weren’t the most knowledgable on metal music. But, hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?

After gnawing at your nails in the middle of the store, the man returns from the back, holding up a brand new cassette.

“Here you go, ‘Who Made Who,’ freshly delivered here this week.”

Huh, the name didn’t sound right. You could’ve sworn this was the album Eddie was talking about. Pretty damn sure the artist was correct too. You were no metalhead, but the constant talkings from your boyfriend sure let you in on a lot of facts.

Nevertheless, you take the tape from the man’s hands, eyeing the cover. A blue background. You were certain Eddie’s was red. Maybe they changed the cover for the cassette release?

“Thank you. Just what I needed,” you replied, smiling through your doubts.

“‘Course darlin’,” he says, “That’s $8.”

After giving the clerk your $10 bill, he gives you $2 in return, before you bid farewell and exit the store.

Now, to surprise Eddie.

It took five knocks before you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend, his hair a fluffy mess and eyes red. The poor boy looked exhausted.

“Hey, baby,” he practically slurs in tiredness, “What are you doing here?”

It was 5pm. You were meant to meet him at 3:30, the end of the school day. He should be feeling more thankful than he was, but with everything that went on during today’s hellish time at Hawkins High, he was knocking on death’s door, both emotionally and physically.

“Um, hi babe!” you reply, holding your hands behind your back, “I have a surprise for you.”

He looks at you dumbfounded, “Uh, thanks, I guess. Where were you earlier on?”

“Well,” you cheerily say, taking a seat on his couch, “This gift may be the answer to that question.”

You hand over the cassette, Eddie taking it in his hands to eye up the cover, just like you did in the store a mere thirty minutes before.

You start to ramble, explaining the reason as to why you made the purchase, “You’ve been rambling a lot about how you owned this on vinyl, but wanted it on tape so you could blast it in your van, so I decided to go out and buy it for you!”

Eddie looks at the cassette you placed in his hands with the upmost confusion. He’d never spoken about AC/DC recently. The only album he’d rambled about to you was Metallica’s “Master of Puppets,” even showing you how he mastered the solo to the titular song.

He shakes his head, a soft laugh coming out of mouth as he replies, “Jesus babe, your listening skills are not working well recently, are they?”

The sense of pride you felt quickly diminished at Eddie’s harsh words. You second guessed yourself already, but decided to trust Eddie’s words over your own, but maybe your worries were right after all.

“Wait, did I do something wrong?” you ask sheepishly, the nervousness slowly creeping back in.

He chuckles, “Baby,” he looks up at you, “You think this shit is metal? Yeah, because talking about how you want to pound women is what we write about. So incredibly metal babe,” he rolls his eyes, scoffing at the association between the two bands.

Before you can even get a word in, Eddie is rushing to his bedroom as you sit there alone for a couple of seconds, the guilt beginning to settle uncomfortably at the bottom of your stomach.

Eddie was usually very patient when it came to you learning about his hobbies. You were sort of polar opposites in the sense that you knew practically nothing about the aspects of his life that defined him. D&D, metal music, Lord of the Rings? Your knowledge on them was subpar.

But, he was willing to teach you, give you the basics, help you understand him more. It built your relationship in that way. But, something about him today was different. That sense of understanding and patience had flown out of the window, a sense of moral righteousness in the subject taking over.

He quickly returns, holding up the vinyl in his hands. You were right. A red background. Definitely not the same as the cassette you had purchased.

Putting the two side by side, he scoffs again, “Sweetheart, tell me one thing about these two covers that look remotely similar. Because to me, they look like completely different albums.”

You’re trying not to let the tears prick at your eyes. All you wanted to do was show that you supported him in his interests. Living in small town Indiana meant that Eddie was constantly called a “Satan Worshipper” simply for listening to the genre. And now that you were one of the only people who accepted and supported him in his identity, you were met with sarcasm and distaste.

You sigh out, knowing that you had riled up your boyfriend. Grabbing your purse, you stand up and walk towards the door, “I’m just gonna go, Eds.”

This made Eddie snap back to reality, realising the words that were coming out of his mouth. You were indeed no expert on metal, and who was he to judge you for that? He couldn’t expect everyone to know as much as he did.

He places both the cassette and vinyl on the kitchen counter, “Wait, sweetheart, I’m sorry. Let me explain—“

But, you cut him off with a disappointed expression on your face, “No, Eds, it’s okay. I know I suck at knowing metal, and obviously I’ve pissed you off by not listening to you well enough. So, next time, I’ll let you buy it yourself. It’ll save all this hassle.”

The guilt was now settling in Eddie’s stomach just like it did yours. But, before he could muster up some quick apology to save himself, you were out the door and gone.

Eddie leans his head down on the counter between his arms, breathing out a “Fuck,” as he realises his mistake.

He needed to make up for this somehow. And not in some half-assed way that he was making up on the spot. He needed to clear his head and plan this out. He needed to prove himself to you.

Once you got home, you headed straight to your room. You couldn’t be dealing with the weight of Eddie’s words, so you took off your make-up and changed into pyjamas, lying in bed until your body decided it was time to sleep.

But, with your mind racing, your body was doing anything but relaxing. It was 9pm by this point, you wishing that a peaceful slumber would take place any minute.

But, the sound of frantic knocking at your bedroom window alerts you from your relaxation. Groaning as you lift up the covers, you pull back the curtain to the sight of your boyfriend, a guilt-ridden look across his face.

You sigh as you pull up the window, “What do you want, Eddie?”

“Could you just let me in sweetheart, please?”

Begrudgingly, you signal with your arm to let him in, the boy clambering through the window.

He breathes out as you take a seat on the edge of your bed, “I guess I should start by saying sorry.”

You nod your head, “A good starter, yeah,” you softly chuckle.

There’s a small smile that creeps on his face as he takes a seat next to you on your pink-coloured duvet, “I know this is gonna sound more shitty than I want it to, but, today’s been hard babe,” he explains. “Jason… He just… God, I wish he would just leave me alone for a second, you know? And just that frustration from him I pushed onto you, which was totally wrong.”

You shake your head, “I mean, I didn’t help matters by picking up the wrong fucking album.”

He places a soft hand on your arm, rubbing it with his thumb, “Don’t blame yourself, okay? I should’ve been thankful you even put in the effort at all. And if anything,” he leans closer, “Even thinking of getting that album is so incredibly metal.”

The both of you laugh as you lean in, your lips connecting in a soft kiss, an apology without words.

As you part, you lean your foreheads against each other, your hand still cupping the side of his cheek as his lies comfortably on your waist. “Again, I’m sorry,” he apologises, “I’ll work on those anger management skills.”

You breathe out, “And I’ll work on my listening skills, compromise?”

“Compromise.”

i hope this is close to what you were hoping for! thank you so much for the ask <3

[ggumjjun]

hmmm...ok what about sex at an award show with soobin...I feel like he would be a little skeptical cause he's the leader, but hes just too much of a horny puppy. I love your works btw!! <3333

# soobin + messy blowjob !!

tw. gender neutral!reader, marking, blowjob. nsfw + minors dni !!

a/n. eeeep, first attempt at gn!reader, wrote this in like 30 min >< not proofread + written on phone.

taglist. @kosmoreads

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“sweetheart—haah—n-not here!” soobin gasps, hands greedily grasping at your waist, back to the wall of the dressing room, his neat suit quickly coming undone under your needy fingers. “cant help it,” you whine, pressing a kiss to his neck, narrowly missing the collar of his dress shirt, “look too handsome~” “wh-what if—sees–“ putting up a weak resistance, his hesitation contrasted by the desperate hands around your sides, breathy pants breaking the air as your fingers deftly unbutton his dress shirt, exposing his pure skin to the cold air. “so needy,” you whisper, before biting dark roses of kisses on his pale chest, only encouraged by his whines of need. “n—c-can’t mark!” soft moans combined with wet sucking sounds, sharp intakes of breaths at the sudden nips, blooming marks aggressively over his flawless skin, “nngh—more!” moans filling your ears, lost in a haze of deprivation, thighs clenched together as your lips meet his pretty pecs, licking and brushing dangerously close to his sensitive nipples, fingers finding the silk of his tie.

a deft tug and it’s in your fingers, his suit jacket falling of his shoulders as you lean back, observing your work, licking your lips. panting unevenly, lips parted in an intake of breath, pretty chest splotchy in dark red-purple marks of love, shirt unbuttoned messily. and he’s so attractive for it. “m-missed this—mmph!” only a fraction of his words leaving before your lips find his, hands pushing his wrists behind his back. straining erection pressed to your abdomen, only a quick loop and tug before you giggle and take a step back, the aroused daze on soobin’s flushed face only further enhanced by the look of shock crossing his eyes as his hands jerk at the restraints behind his back. “s-sweetheart, c-can’t touch this way!” soobin mumbles, blush darkening at your mischievous smile, a sheen of saliva coating your lips. “now you’re all mine~” you giggle, “can’t get away until i untie you.” and he knows he’s doomed, watching your gaze fall to the prominent bulge in his near dress pants, the hazy, greedy look of hunger in your eyes. “w-wait, n-not ready!” soobin gasps as you kneel daintily in front of him, pretty fingers finding the buckle of his belt—and here he is, cornered by his darling lover in the dressing room of an award show, only minutes away from returning to the flurry of cameras.

with a tug of the zipper and underwear, his massive length exposed to the cold air, a darkening pink at the tip, practically begging for your lips to take it, to relieve the intense need expressed in how painfully hard he was. pretty sheen of sweat lacing his forehead as he desperately pants, hands bound behind his back in his silk tie. collared shirt haphazardly unbuttoned, pale chest splotchy in purple-red kiss marks, belt undone and buckle clinking with his every twitch. the salty taste of his precum coats your tongue as you lick the tip of his cock, swirling around it, a line of saliva hanging between his sensitive length and your lips as you take a break before diving back in. “aghh—sweetheart—so c-close!” soobin whine as your slides tongue down the shaft of his cock, the tip kissing the back of your throat as you deepthroat him, bobbing your head and listening to his weak whimpers, his hands clawing at their restraints as he approaches his climax.

“d-darling—w-want to cum!” soobin moans lewdly, his voice soaked in need as you teasingly scrape your teeth along his length, hands pumping his cock where your mouth cannot reach. humming around his dick in acknowledgement, your hollow your cheeks, tipping him over the edge as you suck his length, triggering a high pitched whimper, cum flooding into your mouth, so much so that some drips out of your lip, white against the soft pink. savoring the salty taste of his cum, you swallow around his cock, not having pulled off.

“h-huh? sw-sweethea—hnng!” soobin gasps, an obscene sob breaking free as you suck harder on his sensitive cock, aggressively continuing to bob your head. “agh—wait—feels!” he moans incoherently, overwhelmed by your warm tongue and mouth spoiling his dick, precum leaking into your mouth as his length quickly stiffens. pulling off and peppering the length in kisses, you lick long stripes up his cock, before ravishing the tip, precum salty as you bob your head, coating the pink tip in your saliva and his cum. “nn—can’t hold—“ making eye contact with his weeping and sweaty, face, you suck hard. instantly, cum drenches your face as you pull off with a pop, ropes of white dripping down your pretty features as soobin moans uncontrollably, clenched yet trembling from the sensation. “we’re not done yet,” you smirk, teasingly licking cum that had landed on your lip, watching as soobin grows increasingly flustered, “i’m nowhere near done with you.”

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had to write this, it’s a soobin day n maybe not my best but i had to ><

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PICK A CARD: PHYSICAL DESCRIPTORS OF YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE [ future spouse series reading #03 ]

♡︎ M A S T E R L I S T ♡︎

ᵖ ᵃ ⁱ ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵈ ⁱ ⁿ ᵍ ˢ ᵉ ʳ ᵛ ⁱ ᶜ ᵉ ˢ

ᵒ ⁿ ᵉ ᵗ ʷ ᵒ ᵗ ʰ ʳ ᵉ ᵉ

PILE ONE

they looks hot and sexy or looks sick or have an illness, can be a foreigner or they just typically looks foreigner or they just new in your life or a foreign born or they are good at words. elegant and beautiful vibes they are, probably smile alot or happy person/vibes. big ears? or have small height, if male he will have a masculine body while if female they are pretty or beautiful. a red hair, can be natural or dye the population of red hair are rare so that doesn't apply to all, light skin or their skin is more lighter than you, a famous or popular - sociable or friendly. half of people who pick this pile got olive to fair skin(light skin) while others are tan or brown skin, something unique about this person. maybe this person will suddenly pop out in your life. if this guy they may have short hair or clean cut while if woman she got nice hair. loud individual or a talkative one or they have a good voice or good at singing.

P I C K A C A R D

PILE TWO

If your expecting a male spouse he got a mascular body or a chubby one and a facial hair while if woman they got a curvy body, they got brown hair or black hair or chestnut/blonde hair color-natural or dye it is, they look younger than their actual age or they are childish person or have a playboy/girl look. some here got serious look or shy or loyal looking, if male they look a father figure, can look like a intellegent person or they wear some eye glassess or sun glasses often. If this is a woman she likes to braid her hair alot. They got a sharp eyes or teeth like a vampire, can be a deep sensual individual inside but won't show it. Tall height or way more taller than you, white skin? or fair skin, strong build whether it is a woman or man and they have a nice hands can be smooth or it looks beautiful.

P I C K A C A R D

PILE THREE

sharp gaze or likes to observe people, might have also a sharp teeth or ear like dwarf, have some prominent scars or just a simply tattoo, maybe a curvy or slim individual. a mature face, or looks older, hair and skin colours is in darker side while some here got lighter skin and hair colour, have nice nose and nice voice or just talkative or good at singing. a pretty/ good looking individual, can be a attractive too, specially if you prefer a woman she is so beautiful and she will got a lighter skin and hair colour - can be taller too, if you prefer a man he is a attractive one, tall or someone who is taller than you and he got a very mature looks or he is older than you specially if you are someone who is below of 30 year old. for eyes i see green, hazel or brown but i think mostly who pick up this pile got brown eyes colour of future spouse. I'm getting a water energy so maybe they got a water face like round face, soft cheeks, a under-defined cheeckbones and brows, maybe a dark and think eyelashes , bright eyes, smooth facial structure.

P I C K A C A R D

D I V I N E A R T E M I S

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[warrior-names]

Edgy Warrior Prefixes & Suffixes

Return to your roots. Make cringe emo cats. etc.

50+ prefixes and 30+ suffixes under the cut!

Prefixes

A

Adder-

B

Bat-

Belladonna-

Black-

Bleeding-

Bone-

Broken-

C

Cold-

Crow-

D

Dark-

Dead-

Dusk-

E

Ebony-

Echo-

Eclipse-

Ember-

F

Fallen-

Fang-

Flea-

Foxglove-

Frozen-

H

Hemlock-

Holly-

Hornet-

I

Ice-

J

Jagged-

L

Lost-

M

Maggot-

Mandrake-

Moon-

N

Nettle-

Night-

Nightshade-

O

Oleander-

P

Poison-

Q

Quiet-

R

Rat-

Raven-

Red-

Rot-

Rotting-

S

Scarlet-

Scorpion-

Shade-

Sharp-

Shattered-

Silent-

Skull-

Snake-

Spider-

T

Tattered-

Thorn-

Torn-

V

Venom-

Viper-

W

Wasp-

Withered-

Y

Yew-

Suffixes

B

bite

bone

burn

C

claw

crush

cry

E

echo

F

fall

fang

frost

G

glare

H

heart

hiss

hope

howl

M

moon

S

scar

scratch

shade

slash

smoke

snap

snarl

spirit

sting

strike

T

tear

thorn

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[irish-dress-history]

Attention American Viewers:

Lost Painting:

This lithograph was published in The Ulster Journal of Archaeology in 1856. It is based off a portrait of Owen Roe O’ Neill (Eoghan Ruadh Ó Néill) which is believed to have been painted before his death in 1649. The original painting was sold to an unrecorded buyer in America in about 1884, and its current location is unknown. The portrait is of great value to the cultural history of Ireland. In it, O' Neill wears a bairéad (Irish flat cap) and brat (shaggy Irish mantle), making it a rare, detailed portrayal 17th c. Irish dress.

Dr. Hiram Morgan of University College Cork is looking for the original painting. If anyone knows where it is, please email him at h.morgan@ucc.ie. (More info) (Also, please send me a photo of it.)

The original portrait is an oil painting on wood and is approximately 12 in x 16 in (30 cm x 40 cm). According to the 1856 description of the painting, "The colour of the hair [. . .] is not decidedly red, but only approaching to it. The tinge of redness, however, is quite sufficient to have distinguished him amongst a number of dark-haired men; and the complexion is clear and ruddy." A partially illegible text on the back of the painting reads, "Owen Roe O’Neill at the Court of [. . .] by the celebrated Dutch artist, Van Brugens".

The Ulster Journal states that the lithograph was "faithfully copied" from the painting, but if it really is an early 17th c. Dutch painting, I doubt the lithograph is an exact copy of it. 17th c. Dutch paintings tend to fill the whole canvas. They don't fade out at the edges.

A 1645 portrait by Dutch artist Bartholomeus van der Helst. Notice how the lace on her sleeves continues all the way to the bottom edge of the canvas.

If we had the original painting, it might show us more details of the garment O' Neill is wearing under his brat.

There is also a color print of this portrait by John D. Reigh. It was originally published in 1888 and was probably made after the original painting left Ireland.

I would guess the Reigh version is less accurate to the original than the Ulster Journal version. In the Ulster Journal version, O' Neill's face looks more like a distinct individual, whereas, in Reigh's version, O' Neill looks more like a generic manly man. 17th c. Dutch portrait painters tended to excel at capturing distinct individual detail, as seen in the van der Helst example above. I'm not an art expert though.

Keep an eye out, people in America. Owen Roe O’ Neill might be hiding in an attic or antique shop somewhere in the US.

[peonierose]

How are Bryce and Luna coping during the first month of being parents, and to twins no less?

”Love Me Tender“

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Words: 2,428k

TW: None. Mentions of breastfeeding.

Summary: Bryce and Luna are newly minted parents and weren’t prepared of struggling to put their twins to bed. Will they succeed?

A/N: Thanks so much for your ask @liaromancewriter it inspired me for two fics actually. ”Love Me Tender“ is one of them 🥰 The Title was inspired by one of the greatest artists and hot guys who’s ever lived, Elvis Presley 🩷

Bryce

It was 4:35 in the morning, and both Lunes and I were still awake. Trying to put the twins to bed. 

I sighed. 

How‘d my life come to this? Don’t get me wrong. I love our girls more than anyone I could ever love, but getting them to sleep is a real struggle. 

We put them to bed hours ago and put them on the mobile, letting pretty stars and moons go by, but their sleep didn’t last long. 

They woke up two hours ago and won’t fall asleep.

What happened to peace and quiet? One week prior, everything was great. They didn’t mention this quick transition in the pregnancy books I read. Maybe I read the wrong books? 

Well, I guess they covered other stuff, but not what to do when your kids wake you up at 4 a.m.

Luna suddenly sits up with Kehlani and walks her around the room. With Alaia in my arms, I go and get the bunnies they got from Ethan, their godfather, hoping that’ll soothe them into sleep. 

They hang onto the bunnies for a few seconds, but they’re still fussy. It didn’t work. Alaia's little face was still red from crying. 

So maybe plans c or d could work? Damn, we could really use Keiki’s help, but she’s on a field trip with her study group. 

Luna’s voice brings me back into the moment. 

”They’re not hungry, right? We changed them, and now what?“ Luna asks while I’m holding Alaia close to my chest. As I place kisses on top of her head, her soft blonde hair smells of lavender shampoo. 

I read somewhere that babies like skin-to-skin contact. So that’s why Lunes and I are basically standing in the middle of the room in our underwear. 

”I don’t know. Honestly, I’m close to crying with them. Then it’ll be a duet.“ Luna says it with a sigh. 

I exhale a long breath I’ve been holding in because I’m frustrated too. God, I‘ve never appreciated sleep more than I do now.

”What if we show them a video with marine animals? They seemed to love that last time.“ I suggested it, and I could see Luna’s shoulder droop in relief.

”Let’s give it a try.“ Luna adds, and we walk downstairs and sit down with the twins as I turn on Disney+ and select a nature documentary about marine animals, one that’ll last for at least two and a half hours. 

Soon, both twins' eyes are glued to the screen. 

We didn’t want to start them too early on screen time, but sometimes you have to in order to function as a human being and get some rest. 

After 30 minutes or so into the documentary, I saw both their eyes drooping, and they fell asleep.

”You’re a genius.“ Luna whispers, scared to wake them up.

"Well, this genius is too scared to move.“ I say frozen in place.

Luna sighs.

”Is now a bad time to have to pee?“ She says it with a guilt tinge in her voice.

I close my eyes. 

"Oh, come on, Lunes. Couldn’t you have peed before they fell asleep? What if we wake them up? Look how long it took before they fell asleep.“ 

Luna softly moves around.

”I’ll be quick, I promise.“ She says this and gently places Kehlani on the couch. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Lani stirs and starts to cry. Rosie isn’t far behind. 

”I hope your pee is worth waking the twins over.“ I'm trying to massage their little backs, hoping it’ll soothe them. 

Twins are funny in that regard. They have a special bond, especially if they’re identical twins, like our girls. 

But the downside is that as soon as one is ill or cries, the other does as well. 

They’re creepily in sync. Hopefully, it won’t stay like this forever—the crying, I mean. I know Kehlani and Alaia will turn out wonderful.

I turn to my wonderful girls.

”Why don’t you stop crying? Daddy would really like to get some sleep. So I can wake up pretty.“ 

They look up at my words and then continue crying. 

That’s when it hits me amidst the crying. I remember when Keiki and I were little, my mom used to sing to us »Love Me Tender« by Elvis Presley; it always calmed us down. Maybe we can try it with the twins. 

As soon as Luna is back from her bathroom break, I gently take the twins into my arms.

”I think I have an idea.“ I say the idea for the song is taking root. 

We walk upstairs, and Luna eyes me skeptically. 

”You know how to brew a potion that will make them sleep for seven hours straight?“ She asks excitedly. 

I gave her a sideways look. 

"Yeah, that was a little bit unrealistic.“ She shrugs, and I laugh softly. 

”Let’s try singing »Love Me Tender« by Elvis Presley.“

”Why that song?“ She asks as we reach the twin's bedroom. 

I breathed out, and as I laid the twins in their beds, I turned towards Luna, who never looked more beautiful. 

With wild hair, just in her underwear, illuminated by the light from the hallway. 

I put a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she smiled tenderly at me. It’s these moments I treasure the most, even with the twins crying. 

I pulled her closer as I told her about the idea I had. I want to reveal a bit more about myself and my childhood, which I don’t talk about nearly enough, but I should, because whether it was good or bad, memories are important to talk about. 

”My mom used to sing that song to me and Keiki all the time. Whenever we were sick, or when we were sad and had a hard time, it just always made things a bit easier.“ I explained.

Luna‘s smile reached her tired eyes, and she cupped my cheek to give me a soft kiss. 

”Let’s give it a try. I think I’ve still got my ukulele somewhere. Let me go grab it, and we’ll try singing that song. To be honest, it’s one of my favorite songs by Elvis. He was such a hot guy and so sweet. And what a voice, my god! They just don’t make them like that anymore.“

"Hey, I’m trying to save the world, and you’re calling another man hot? Shame on you, Lunes.“

”You didn’t let me finish. They don’t make them like that anymore, but you are the exception.“ She grinned. 

”You were always my favorite.“ I smiled and slapped her butt, making her laugh out loud as she went to look for her ukulele. Her laughter was still echoing from the walls, making me grin too. 

After a minute or so, Luna came back with her pink ukulele, adorned with flowers, hearts, and moons. She sat down in front of the twin beds and played the first tunes.

”I had no idea you played the ukulele.“ I was surprised to see her play the ukulele like a pro.

”I learned it along with Hula dancing.“

“Can I get this as a late birthday present?“ I imagined her in a hula get-up. The best image ever. 

Luna sighed.

"Really, that’s where your mind went to?“ She chastised me.

”Don‘t blame me. I’m tired and horny. And I’m not sorry.“

She shook her head, grinning. Soon the first tunes of the ukulele joined with her soft voice, and the twins stopped their crying. Too fascinated by what’s going on to keep crying. 

Yes, I pump my fist in the air; it looks as if the plan worked. Luna and I fist-bumped each other because our plan turned out better than expected. 

As the last note echoed in their bedroom, they soon fell asleep, and it looked as if we could go and catch some sleep too. 

”Thank God for our parents, who had good ideas.“

Luna nodded. 

We put on the mobile with the moon and stars spinning around softly and didn’t close the door entirely as we went to our bedroom. 

When we were lying down in bed, Luna turned to me, and I put an arm around her to pull her closer to me. 

”Let me guess you have a million questions.“ I said, and she elbowed me in the side. I laughed and kissed her on top of her head. 

”You miss her, don’t you?“

I don’t even try to act as if I don‘t know who she’s referring to.

"Yeah, I do, more than I care to admit.“ I turn around, so we’re lying face-to-face. 

”Maybe you need some love me tender too.“ Luna says this as she’s leaning into me. 

”That would be nice.“ I smiled against her lips.

Two days later...

Luna

We’re both leaning on the kitchen counter, bleary-eyed, and with our eyes half closed. 

”This is the second time in a row we haven’t slept.“ I mumbled. 

Bryce doesn't even look up from his coffee. 

”I mean, we knew this was going in, but it still stinks sometimes.“ 

I nodded and almost missed my mug in front of me.

”Damn. I never appreciated coffee as much as I do now. I love our kids, but I’d give my left kidney for two hours of sleep. Not even night shifts are this bad.“ 

”Come on, we'll get through this.“ I tried to sound more cheerful but just ended up sounding tired. But from the smile tugging at Bryce’s lips, I could still make him smile, which is a win in my book.

I’m about to take another sip from my juice since I‘m nursing when our doorbell rings, and I just grumble. 

”I’ll go get it.“ I said, and Bryce just mumbled incoherent words. 

I opened the front door, seeing my cousin Skyler, or Sky for short, stand in front of me.

”Good morning, sunshine.“ He looked well rested, with no dark circles under his smooth tan skin. His piercing dark blue eyes shone as if he sprang from the youth fountain. It’s so unfair how good he looked compared to my tired self. 

I groaned again and shielded my eyes from the glaring sun coming inside our house.

I stepped aside, and Sky walked in. 

”Is it a good morning? Huh. It’s already morning, and the sun is shining. Gosh, I’ve lost all feeling for what time it actually is or what day.“

Sky turned my way and only raised his eyebrows.

”You’re being weird.“

I sighed and joined Bryce in the kitchen. I grinned as Bryce held on to his steaming coffee mug, half asleep. 

”I came to the rescue. I thought I’d have to send a search party after your radio silence.“ 

”Please make him stop saying words.“ Bryce groaned.

”Come on, I’m good with kids, and I’m offering to help.“ Sky grinned. 

”So they sent you?“

”B!“ I exclaimed.

”Look, man. I’m really sorry. I’m just so fucking tired.“ Bryce sighed.

”Me too.“ I joined in while taking a sip of my mango and pineapple juice. 

"Yeah, Luna too.“ Bryce said while smiling tiredly. 

”No hard feelings. It’s all good. You‘ll get a free pass. This once. I know mom and dad struggled with us; you know, we're triplets, so I thought I’d help you out.“ Sky explained. 

Bryce’s eyes were tired from being up all night helping me change the twins and trying to make them fall asleep. 

We’re exhausted, and it’s only been four months since we brought the twins home. 

Sky looked from me to Bryce.

”You guys look as if you’ve partied all night. And it was a weird theme party.“ He teased. 

"Yeah, if you count changing, breastfeeding, and getting the twins to sleep, and it takes almost all night? Yeah, then we partied real hard.“ I sighed.

And then I added. 

"Damn, breastfeeding really hurts. Who knew? I really hope the pain lessens a bit.“

”I’m even too tired to make a dirty joke about breasts and make you feel better.“ Bryce sighed and smiled softly but tiredly.

”I don’t need to know about your…uhh…anatomy. Or your female body parts.“ Sky winced. 

”Who’s being weird now?“ I smirked.

”Fair.“

We were all startled when we heard the baby monitor on the kitchen counter squeak. 

Both Bryce and I groaned.

Sky smiled.

”You know what? Why don’t I check up on the little angels? While you guys do whatever it is you do, make out or something.“

”We’re way too tired to make out.“ Bryce and I said it at the same time. 

The fog in my brain lifted, and it hit me. 

”Wait, are you here to babysit?“ 

Sky shrugged. 

"Yeah, why not? I have the next two days off, so I thought I’d take over, and you can go and do whatever it is you’re doing.“

”You’re an angel, and I love you.“ I smiled and hugged him tight. Sky grinned and hugged me back. 

Yep, he’s my favorite cousin. At least right now. 

”She doesn’t mean it.“ Bryce commented with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I grinned, so that’s where Lani and Rosie got it from. 

”Stop being mean.“ I said this to Bryce without any real heat behind my words. 

”Sorry. If you’re true to your word, I’ll go take a nap.“

I stopped hugging Sky for a minute to give B a look.

”Not even showering?“

”I love my bed more than my shower right now.“

"Well, I don’t. So let’s hit the shower.“ 

Sky looked from me to Bryce.

”You are weirding me out. I’ll go look after the twins.“ 

”Thanks Sky.“

”You got it.“ He yelled. 

Bryce and I walked outside to our shower while Bryce mumbled and was grumpy until the water hit his face. 

When we came back from our shower and were settled in our bed, Bryce checked the baby monitor, but the monitor was quiet. It looks as if Sky is a wizard when it comes to calming down kids. 

”It’s so quiet.“ I turned to Bryce.

”What did we do before we had kids? Look at me, sounding pathetic.“

”You don’t sound, and you aren’t pathetic. It’s a new routine for us. And I guess we just have to find our balance.“

We both nodded.

Bryce drew circles on my skin, and I curled up into him, and seconds later we were already asleep while holding hands. 

Life is good when you’re with the people you love. Whether you’re blood-related or not, cherish those moments. 

[l0vergirlatheart]

surprise attack hugs! [omori.]

alt. title; surprising the RL!Sextet (6) by hugging them when they're least expecting it.

warnings/tws; suggestive-spoilers during MARI's part.

req. by; none

chars. used; HERO, MARI, SUNNY, AUBREY, BASIL, KEL.

song of the day; Hug Me - Pharrell Williams & Trey Parker

a/n's; yes i used a despicable me song, what are you gonna do about it? also, platonic or romantic? up to you to decide.

by continuing from this point on you understand that it is your fault if you see any opinions that you do not agree with and that make you mad. you will not take it out on me or anyone else who enjoys/agrees with them, and you especially will not do anything illegal/dangerous to them or myself.

images do not belong to me and belong to their rightful owners.

HERO.

i couldn't find a header for him D:

Ah yes, that one man who always seems to have nearly everything under control... but he really doesn't.

He's quite easy to fluster, as long as you know how to.

It's quite funny and ironic, actually. He's flirtatious with those he's close with (and has nearly the same age with.)

He never misses a beat, but when he does, it's usually 'cause he's either stressed or thinking about something.

Either way, that is your time to strike!

Hug him from behind as he's thinking and he'll jump out of surprise.

He'll whip his head towards you, already blushing also out of surprise.

Give him a wink and a smug smile, and he'll be hiding his flushing-red face behind his hands, mumbling god-knows-what in them.

Pull him closer to you and dude will pass the fuck out.

He has no idea how to respond, and you haven't even said anything yet.

(if you do say something, whisper it in his ear, it'll make him explode.)

in the end, he's frozen stiff in your arms.

if you let go for some odd reason, the "effects" don't immediately wear off, but give him a minute or two. or three. maybe four.

well however long, he'll probably still be blushing 'till the day's over.

he's so cute grrr

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MARI.

woah how'd you catch her off-guard???

like????

she always seem(ed)s to be ready for everything

so when you manage to give her a surprise hug, she's obviously not prepared for it.

just dont do it by the stairs.

she'll turn around rather quickly, so you'd better be holding on before you fall down!

if you don't fall down, great! she can easily hug you back, just 10x harder <3

if you do fall down, worry not! the great MARI will catch you!

probably catches you in one of those dip-like positions you see in dance moves or those dramatic romance movie scenes

if so,

expect kisses <333 (w/ consent ofcofc,, she's a respectful queen <333)

then she'll help you up and hug you tighter

probably says somethings like 'oh my, you startled me darling! next time please give me a warning!'

all in all, respectful and pretty queen<333

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SUNNY.

waaah i couldn't find a header for him either :(

dude is spacing out every 30 seconds,,, you can easily surprise hug him nearly 98% of the time

just run up behind him, and hug him!!

it's that simple

my dude probably jumps, flinches, and stiffs up in that order

just be like 'surprise, it's me!!' and he'll calm down.

turns around and owlishly blinks at you a couple of times

then he turns back around, small blush covering his cheeks

dude's temperature went from -34°F to 150°C /hj

naur cause dude barely had any body warmth 'till you hugged him

probably gonna stay inside your arms for a bit longer.

he can't help it!! you're just so warm!!

it's your fault for hugging him in the first place!!

just let him indulge in the moment for a bit <3

dont let him fall asleep though, 'cause he will, and then you're stuck there 'till he wakes up again.

lmao tough luck

but hey

at least he's happy.

for once.

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AUBREY.

OH EM GEE GIRLBOSS PUSSY SLAY QUEEN???

OFF-GUARD?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?

WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS??? (the power of plot, baby /hj)

just like

make sure that before you hug her

she's not ready to attack you with her bat

'cause that'll hurt like a fothermucker

so if she isn't ready to commit 30 charges of aggravated assault and 27 acts of public disruption, go for it!

don't aim for the neck tho lolol

she'll probably throw you off by spinning around so fast

so like

hug her by the stomach/waist

and pull her close

and then

GERMAN SUPLEX

and then put your head on her shoulder, and whisper a small 'hi'

her face is almost as pink as her hair

and you've only said one word

lord help her she is such a tsundere

she'll just like

freeze up for a second

and if you're doing this in front of her friends???

lord expect a really long scolding

even though it's more yelling than scolding

eh, whatever

but doing it in private is your best option

she'll just look away and pat your arm a bit

you two are then left alone in comfortable silence <333

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BASIL.

bestie he will pass out out of pure fear /hj

but after he realizes it's you,, he'll just be flustered

i mean, he could never even imagine having the courage to do that to someone

especially not you /pos..???

but that's just him

back to the point,,,

you,, are hugging,,, him,,, willingly???

he's so confused

he doesnt know why but

he still likes it anyways

he'll let out a nervous laugh before giving your arm(s) a little squish

in return for the hug, ofc

he knows its not much but

it's still something

and something is better than nothing!!

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KEL.

i was too lazy to find a real header😋

yeah this man

he loves hugs

but surprise hugs,,,

he will marry you if he gets these at least once a day

i mean, how could he not?

his love/crush is willingly hugging him, and as a surprise!!

who doesn't love surprises????

he does, for sure, and if you do creep up and hug him

he'd be elated!

he'll spin around and hug you right back immediately!

just be careful if it's after he finishes playing basketball

he'll probably be sweaty

like

really

sweaty

and stinky

so be prepared!!!

but overall, hug him as much as you want, he just loooovesss hugs in general!

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[youngersiblingstournament]

Younger Siblings Tournament Bracket Reveal

A few things I want to mention before I reveal the bracket (and make the post really long because all the matchups will be listed in text):

Seeding of fictional characters in tumblr polls is inherently subjective. I did try to make it so that more popular characters/media would (most likely) face off against each other in later rounds, but I may be overestimating or underestimating the popularity of some characters/media, especially ones I'm not familiar with. There are some round 1 matchups that are probably a closer match but none of them are between the strongest candidates... I think.

The more niche characters will probably get obliterated in the first round as per Squimbus' Law. This is a tumblr poll and I do fully expect more popular characters to sweep, but that doesn't mean you can't encourage your friends to give your niche faves a fighting chance.

Also there are some matchups I literally just thought would be funny. Please don't take this too seriously.

I'm sorry BNHA fans.

(Preliminary Patch Notes 3/14: Swapped brackets 2 and 3, and brackets 19 and 21.)

[Image description: A 64-person tournament bracket labeled "younger siblings tournament" with a smiley face. The top-left quarter is labeled "quarter A" and color-coded red, the bottom-left quarter is labeled "quarter B" and color-coded green, the top-right quarter is labeled "quarter C" and color-coded purple, and the bottom-right quarter is labeled "quarter D" and color-coded gold. The starting brackets are labeled 1-32 and are as listed below. End ID]

Quarter A:

Ritsu Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100) vs. Ame (Wolf Children)

Malo (The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) vs. Cat Valentine (Victorious)

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom) vs. Fern (Adventure Time)

Skeletor (Masters of the Universe) vs. Shuri (Marvel)

Ryotaro Nogami (Kamen Rider Den-O) vs. Princess Luna (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Lilo Pelekai (Lilo & Stitch) vs. Sir Agravain (Arthurian Legend)

Dewey Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle) vs. Siobhan "Shiv" Roy (Succession)

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto) vs. Razputin Aquato (Psychonauts)

Quarter B:

(9) Maya Fey (Ace Attorney) vs. Louie Duck (DuckTales)

(10) Falin Touden (Dungeon Meshi) vs. Saburo Yamada (Hypnosis Mic)

(11) Noelle Holiday (Deltarune) vs. Krel Tarron (Tales of Arcadia)

(12) Melinoë (Hades) vs. Han Yoohyun (The S-Classes That I Raised)

(13) Abel (The Bible) vs. Hiro Hamada (Big Hero 6)

(14) Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons) vs. Greg (Over the Garden Wall)

(15) Dante (Devil May Cry) vs. Alisaie Leveilleur (Final Fantasy XIV)

(16) Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) vs. Kofuku (Real Life)

Quarter C:

(17) Luigi (Super Mario) vs. Genji Shimada (Overwatch)

(18) Yukio Okumura (Blue Exorcist) vs. Saki Tenma (Project Sekai)

(19) Fleabag (Fleabag) vs. Emerald Haywood (Nope)

(20) Sam Winchester (Supernatural) vs. Jiang Cheng (The Untamed)

(21) Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson) vs. Gaz Membrane (Invader Zim)

(22) Manny Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) vs. Jimmy "Saul Goodman" McGill (Better Call Saul)

(23) Sunny Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs. Sunny (Omori)

(24) Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Mugman (Cuphead)

Quarter D:

(25) Michelangelo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs. The Knight (Hollow Knight)

(26) Vash the Stampede (Trigun) vs. Ruby Rose (RWBY)

(27) Sensei Wu (Lego Ninjago) vs. King Clawthorne (The Owl House)

(28) Dawn Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

(29) Jinx (Arcane) vs. Caduceus Clay (Critical Role)

(30) Damian Wayne (DC) vs. Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

(31) Hop (Pokémon Sword and Shield) vs. Mirabel Madrigal (Encanto)

(32) Rhyme Bito (The World Ends With You) vs. Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 1 is ongoing! Matchups are linked (or if you prefer to scroll through the matchup posts, go to the "younger siblings tournament" tag on my blog)