#I’ve literally gone insane you guys

[smallpapers]

The Owl House + Lumity + Hunger Games AU??? Idk LMAO I’m still on a THG kick after rereading/watching the whole trilogy!!

Some thoughts on the AU under the cut

Okay so this is a stupid idea but I’m just having fun with it. Obviously it won’t follow the hunger games directly because the situation and characters are different, but some stuff kinda connects!!

Katniss and Peeta= Luz and Amity

Prim & Ms Everdeen & buttercup = Vee and Camilla and King

The Mellarks = Odalia (fitting!), Alador, and Ed + Em (fits since both Peet and Ami have two older siblings). I don’t think they’d run a bakery though, but something abomination related that fits here.

Haymitch = Eda

Madge = Gus??

Gale = I’m afraid there’s no Gale equivalent here because it doesn’t make sense in this AU, and I’m not a fan of love triangles anyway.

Effie = Hooty. This is funny to me. the peak of my fanart career

Cinna and Portia = Darius and Eberwolf

Senecca Crane = Kiki

Snow = Belos obviously

Ceasar = Adrian

Plutarch = Raine

Finnick = Hunter

Annie or Johanna ish situation = Willow??

Coin = ummm either Lilith or Collector hm

Anyways I kept the human and witch ears because I thought that could be an interesting tie with the Merchants vs Seam. And Amity’s hair is fully green in the interview scene because she got her grown roots dyed during the makeover! In this scenario I imagine Odalia would make her children dye funky hair colours in hopes of getting into the ‘capitol’ equivalent, which I guess is the Emperors Coven.

Also instead of girl on fire, Luz would have some ‘light’ related title.

[kdramacrybaby]

I haven’t really ranted about Alchemy of Souls yet, and though I don’t have that much to say, I do have some thoughts I might as well air out ⬇️

[mysicklove]

do you have any more headcanons about big brother sakuna? cause your ficlet gave me so much brainrot and I've just been thinking about how big brother sakuna would react to big brother choso

my mind is PLAGUED with them so i def will be writing more, once my followers stop putting me to work with kinktober 😔😔😔 (joking ofc lol)

these r all some of the things i’m planning to add to my fics (guys pretty pls don’t steal my ideas 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

obviously i think sukuna rough houses with yuuji a lot, like i’ve mentioned before. but yuuji loves all the attention so he doesn’t mind lolol

sukuna often gets jealous of the kid bc you coddle him so much, and takes time away from you. but also at the same time, he hates to admit but he lovessss seeing you interact with yuuji. finds it sickenly sweet

sukuna is yuujis number one role model. wants to be just like him. draws pictures of him in class and shows everyoneeeee bc how cool his big brother is. sukuna teases him and calls him a clingy pest, but it just makes yuuji laugh even more.

megumi, yuujis best friend, hates sukuna. he sometimes will see you dropping off yuuji by yourself at preschool, and megumi rushes over to the two of you of and tries to create an escape plan to leave him LOL.

gojo, megumis, cartaker flirts with you when you pick and drop off the kids and it drives sukuna insane. literally have to drag sukuna out before he yells at him in front of a bunch of four year olds. yuuji saw gojo flirting with you the one time when sukuna wasnt around, and he started to cry about how you were going to leave them and go join megumis family. he screamed for his brother to come back and stop you, and only stopped crying when you picked him up and reassured him that you weren’t going anywhere. you were also forced to call sukuna.

yuuji learned how to swim by sukuna throwing him in the pool and hoping for the best. he swam almost instinctually.

yuuji craves physical touch in every way possible, and especially when he is tired. so often times he ends up in the two of your shared bed, literally sprawled out on top of the two of you. sukuna often wakes up to being kicked in the face by the kid. he’s not happy.

ooooooh big brother choso is not rlly been thought about. but maybe he is gone most of the time, and when he comes home, he spoils yuuji rotten. buys him whatever he wants and plays with him (much gentler than sukuna) all day. you love it because yuuji literally vibrates with joy when he is around. he admires choso almost as much as sukuna, but bc he doesn’t see him as much, he doesn’t get to express it.

sukuna, on the other hand, suspiciously carries yuuji more in public. and often coaxes the boy to tell him what he drew in class that day in front of chose (which always involves sukuna one way or the other). mentions more about “annoyed” he is that the kid looks just like him. and finds himself picking yuuji up from school, just 10 minutes before choso can get there.

choso is a trooper through it all, peeved as hell, but you apologize for sukunas strange behavior. he always ends up having the last witty remark, that sends sukuna spiraling, before he hops on a plane and leaves for another couple of weeks. yuuji cries for hours, and ends up getting another pass to sleep in your bed that night.

[strniohoeee]

Vigilance

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt is super jealous over Y/N getting male attention. He doesn’t know how to communicate this, causing Y/N to feel hurt🏵️ this is for the request asking for a jealous Matt when Y/N gets hit on

Warnings⚠️: None☺️ just super cute

Song for the chapter: Dead to Me-Kali Uchis

The triplets had orchestrated a vacation for our friends! They had invited Madi, Tril and Nate. The 7 of us were going down to Florida for 7 days! We had all been working on ourselves and our content that we hadn’t really had a chance to hang out and catch up.

Because we all live in different areas we had all decided to meet at the Air bnb that was on the beach. Although I am currently living In LA, I'm originally from NY and have been back home for the past 4 months, so I had to fly out alone.

And of course just my luck my flight was the only one of the 7 of ours that got delayed. So everyone was already at the house for a good two hours before I showed up.

I walked to the front door checking to see if it was locked, and I am not surprised that these fools left the door open. So I let myself in placing my luggage next to the door, and locking the door behind me

“HELLOOOOO” I yelled out, and to no surprise I heard nothing

As I walked to the kitchen I could hear talking, and laughing, so I knew they were outside on the balcony

“Who would’ve thought we’d all be together again” I said as I walked out the door

“Y/NNNNNN OH MY GODDDD SHES HERE” Madi said, jumping up and running to give me a hug.

“Madiiiii I’ve missed you so much” I said hugging her tightly

I walked over to everybody as they were all sitting around the little glass table that was in the center

“Hey Nick….I literally missed you so much” I said, giving him a big hug. Then I went over to Chris and hugged him “my favorite interesting character” I said squeezing him tight

“Yoo so good to see you again” Matt said in the most flirtatious way, giving me a big hug

“So great to see you” I told him after letting go

“Trilllll” I said as I gave him a hug too

“Yoo what’s Nate it’s been so long” I said as I gave him a hug

“It’s been like what a year??” He asked looking at me

“Dude I think it has been that long” I told him as I sat down next to him

“How was your flight?" I know it got delayed” Chris asked me

“It was alright. There was this dude next to me…oh my god wouldn’t stop talking to me” I said rolling my eyes

“Oh my god!!! A guy talking to you how dreadful” Madi said groaning

“Oh shut up” I said rolling my eyes at her

“What yall been up to while I’ve been gone?” I asked them

“The last 4 months have been insane. We’ve been growing by the second, and we just got back from tour” Nick said

“I saw! Congrats to Chris even though I’m a Matt girl” I said looking over at Matt

“The whole time we just kept talking about how much we missed you, and how you would have love coming on tour with us” Matt said

“I would killllll to have been on tour with yall” I said

“Why do you look so different” Nate asked me

I laughed at this and gave a confused look

“Different?” I asked

“Yeah….somethings different” he said eyeing me up and down

“Mmm, I dyed my hair black, and it’s longer now. I’ve might’ve put on some weight too, but uhhh not too much on that or I’ll spiral” I said laughing, they laughed with me

“Maybe it’s that” he said

“What the black hair? Or me gaining weight??? And answer carefully” I said raising an eyebrow

“I think it’s the weight! It looks good on you. Your bodies filling out” he said smuggly

“CREEPER MUCH” I said smacking him playfully

“Nooo not in that way. You just look so much happier and healthier now” he said rolling his eyes

“Yeah she looks healthier now cause her ass is fat” Madi said

“ALRIGHTTTT no more body talk” I said laughing

“It’s still pretty early, and we’re on the beach, so I say beach time???” Chris asked

We all agreed, and I was the first to get up and turn around. As I turned around Nate and Trils eyes followed down to my ass. Something Matt took note of, and he wasn’t happy about that.

Madi and I were sharing a room, and decided to match bathing suits. We both wore vibrant hot pink bikinis that were kind of a thong in the back. They weren’t cheeky but they also weren’t g string. Somewhere in the middle.

This was a matching suit we bought 5 months ago, and my body has changed in the last 5 months. So the top part was a little extra snug

“Madi you look so hot in pink” I told her

“You looks so hot in pink” she said

“I have to find my sun block, but could you go downstairs and find my purse” she asked me

“Of course baby” I said and went downstairs

All the guys were sitting on the couch waiting on Madi and I

“Have yall seen Madi’s purse” I called out from the kitchen

“Yeah it’s over here” Nick called out

“Perfect I’m coming” I said after slipping on my flip flops and walking over

“WOAHHHHH” Nick said causing everyone to look up from their phone

I just rolled my eyes at him, and went to grab Madi’s purse which was next to Matt.

“I like the pink” he said looking at me

“Thank you matt” I said smiling at him

“Oh I need a cover up. I left mine back home, and Madi’s are too small for me” I said

“Want one of my shirts?” Tril asked

“Sure” I said. He got up and came back a few minutes later with a shirt for me

“Thank you” I said slipping it on

Madi finally found her sunblock and came down stairs

“Aii bitches let’s go” she said

We walked out the front door and around the house to get to the entrance of the beach

Once we found a good spot we set up or towels, and I took off my shirt

“Hey could you pass me the sunblock” I asked Madi

“Yeah here” she said handing it to me

It was the spray on kind, so I sprayed myself except my back I couldn’t reach

“Back please” I told Madi handing her the bottle and turning around

Matt watched Tril and Nate, and immediately their eyes fell down to look at my ass. Nick also noticed this

“Y’all have no shame” he said to them shaking their head

They both laughed and put there hands up in defense

We all sat around tanning for a little bit, but I was starting to overheat

“Hey I’m going into the water it’s too hot” I said getting up and walking to the water

I got in the water about just below breast level. When I felt a ball hit me, so I turned around

“Oh I’m so sorry” the guy came walking over.

“Oh no worries it didn’t hit me hard” I said looking up at him blocking the sunlight out of my eyes

“What's your name?” He asked

“I’m Y/N, and yours” I asked him

“I’m Logan” he said sticking his hand out, which I happily grabbed and shook

“Nice to meet you Logan” I said

“Likewise” he said and winked

“Are you from here?” He asked me

“Oh no my friends and I are just on a vacation” I said to him

“Nice! I’m actually from here, but I live in Georgia right now for work” he said

“Oh, that's really cool. How’s Georgia?” I asked him

“I mean it’s nice, but it’s not Florida” he said shining his bright smile

“I mean that’s true. I’m from New York, so I get that” I said laughing a little bit

“You know tonight we’re having a bonfire my friends and I, maybe your friends and yourself would like to join?” He asked

“Uhh yeah maybe, I could ask them” I told him

“Alright well uh cool, I’ll see you around Y/N” he said started to walk back

“Yeah I’ll see you around Logan” I said, and decided to get out the water, and head back to everyone

“Who was that?” Madi asked me

“His names Logan, he was nice” I said to her drying myself off with my spare towel

“Yeah, and he was hot” she said

“Ehh he was okay” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Uhh no he was hot” Nick said chiming in

“So everybody was just watching me” I said laughing

“Well duh! A guy approaches you. We have to watch” Chris said

“Good to know, but anyways he invited us to a bonfire tonight on the beach. I told him I’d let you guys know” I told them

“Oh we have to go” Nate said

Everyone agreed except Matt

“How about you Matt?” I asked him

He just looked up from his phone and shrugged his shoulders

Hmm weird but what’s ever…”uhh okay” I said

We had gotten back from the beach a few hours ago, and decided to get some pizza from a nearby spot.

Eventually we all decided to head to the beach for the bonfire. I immediately saw Logan, so we walked over

“Hey Logan” I said

“Heyyy” he said going in for a hug, which shocked me, but I hugged him back

We all introduced everyone to each other and kind of just broke apart to talk to everyone

We were all sitting around the bonfire just talking

Logan was talking my ear off, and throwing compliments at me here and there. But I didn’t really care for him.

I kept glancing over at Matt who was occasionally talking to some girl.

I started to get a bit jealous. I really liked Matt, but I felt like he didn’t like me back. The girl had gotten up to get a drink, when Matt and I’s eyes locked. I smiled at him, and just kind of rolled his eyes and looked away.

That was weird?? And uncalled for

So I turned back to Logan and chatted with him. At one point he started to get a little too flirty. He went as far as tucking my hair behind my ear. And when I kind of moved my head away I looked at Matt, and he was watching me. But when he saw that he got up and started to walk away

“Uhh I’ll be back” I said to Logan and shot up walking after Matt

“Hey Matt what’s up?” I said walking with him

“Nothing” he said back bluntly

“Doesn’t seem like nothing” I told him

“Well it’s nothing” he said once again bluntly

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked him

“Nope” he said popping the P and looking at the water

“I’m not sure what I did to you, but whatever it is I’m sorry” I said and stormed off heading back to the house.

Got to the house, and went up to my bed. I started to cry. How could someone I adore so much just treat me like that. I didn’t do a single thing to him, and now he’s giving me the cold shoulder and being mean.

I ended up falling asleep before anyone came back, so I knew I’d face some questions when I woke up. Surprisingly, I woke up after everyone. I decided to shower and do my whole routine before heading downstairs

“Morning Y/N” Nick said smiling at me

“Morning guys” I said

“What happened to you last night?” Chris asked me

“Oh i got really tired, so I decided to head in” I told him as I sat down to eat a bagel

I sat next to Matt, and he didn’t even look over at me.

“Morning Matt” I said looking at him, he was drinking his orange juice, and all he did was raise his eyebrows at me.

We were on day 5 of our trip, and Matt was completely ignoring me now. He would go out of his way to not be near me, or interact with me at all. I spent those nights crying over how hurt I felt. I was hurting him, and he wouldn’t even talk to me about it.

Tonight everyone called it a night at about 12, but I was so riddled with anxiety that I stood up. I decided to sit outside on the patio

Once again letting tears fall from my eyes. Not understanding why he was being so mean to me. It was unfair.

I heard the screen door open and someone step out

“Y/N?” I heard someone say. I looked over my shoulder and scoffed

“What do you want Matt?” I said wiping my eyes and sniffling

“Are you crying?” He asked me sitting diagonal from me

“What does it matter” I spat at him

“Why are you crying?” He asked me with worry written all over his face

“Doesn’t matter not like you’d care anyways” I said to him

“I do care” he responded

“You’re not going to do this. You’re not going to sit and ignore me for 5 days, and then want to come out here and be all sweet and play therapist. You can go right back inside and leave me alone” I said shooing him

“Woah” he said taken aback

“Woah nothing matt…woah nothing. You’ve been a dick to me this whole trip, and I was so excited to see you. But for the past 5 nights, guess what I’ve been doing?? CRYING OVER YOU” I said slightly raising my voice

“God this is all my fault” he said rubbing his eyes and sighing

“It sure is” I said rolling my eyes at him

“I’ve been such an idiot. I’ve been bottling up how I feel so so fucking long” he said

“What the fuck are you saying” I said getting annoyed

“Y/N I like you so fucking much. That it actually brings pain to my heart and chest when I see you talking to other guys. And when Tril and Nate were looking at you making comments it just made me so jealous. And when Logan came over to you. I wanted to throw up with anxiety. I hated the fact that you were looking and talking to them, and not me. That I got so angry with you, but truly I was angry at myself, and jealous over someone who isn’t mine” he finally said

It took a second for all that to register in my head

“I..Matt what?” I said confused

“I really really like you. Like a lot” he said looking into my eyes

“Matt, I have liked you for the longest time. I missed you so fucking much while I was back home that I wanted to call you every second of everyday, but I just couldn’t bring myself to” I told him

“You should’ve….I would have picked up. For you I will always pick up” he said

“Y/N will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me getting up and walking to sit next to me

“Yes Matt. Yes I will” I told him looking at him

“God I’m such a fool. I will never ever do anything stupid like that again” he said pulling me in for a hug

“Matt never do that. Know that I am here for you. Always and forever. And however you’re feeling. Just come and speak to me about it. We will work this out together” I said pulling away

“I promise I will” he said giving me his pinky

I laughed and made a pinky promise with him, and with his other hand he pulled me in for a kiss.

The next two days of the trip were amazing. Matt and us had been doing everything as a couple, and truly enjoying the end of our vacation before we all had to head home

“TO US” we all screamed as we cheersed our soda cans

This was a vacation that would remain a core memory for me.

The End

Hope and pray that to the person who requested this likes it🫶🏽🫶🏽 Hope you guys enjoyed😘😘 time to keep pumping these stories out !!

-J💅🏽

[borderlinebelle]

Tumblr Live: it’s not that serious. By BorderlineBelle

Literally I met mutuals of 10+ years on tumblr live.

The hatred over tumblr live was over the top and insane… it truly wasn’t that serious.

If you can stand to be thought critiqued, stay. 🙂

Yes, they robbed us of all our personal info, that’s our choice. Basically.. that’s every single app ever. Wake up. Everyone is just choosing their daddy to participate in this society, which exists ONLINE in equal measure.

Ya’ll bend over to SOME cloud daddy collection somewhere.. unless all your family photos hit printer ink 🫨 why is this the hill you were willing to die on?

Tumblr Live was good.

People hung out, did hobbies, met mutuals, discussed old and new tumblr, made new friends, shared art and music and passion and hobbies…

Before the flood of MeetMe folks… (which was awful. as an OG… I get it) .. it was a chill place to hang out.

The active and consistent and LOUD trolls made it so negative and latched on and like the USUAL TUMBLR PIRANHAS… wouldn’t let it GO.

You made a hashtag and shopped it day and night. Like why???

#TurnOffTumblrLive … was wild.

I consider myself part of the few who supported EVERY FANDOM.. kinda 😅. I’ve been on tumblr for my whole life and before that and I try to be a GOOD community member!

I wasn’t actively working for every fandom 😅 but if it was a high holy holiday of your fandom or a meme or a joke that was so popular it circulated into the main highways of tumblr… that needed spreading… I of course let it roll across my dashboard. I reblogged your top chosen artists and musicians, whomever your communities had chosen … we supported. I supported. As a bit of an outliner. A sad girl yadda yadda mentally ill and sexy… screaming into the void at the porn bots 🤷🏽‍♀️ it was a niche trust me… but I did and do participate with positivity even if I didn’t get the joke.

And … YOU ALL… BURIED AND KICKED AROUND tumblr live as if she was a DiLaurentis triplet. 🤧

It was way overboard imo. 🤧💅🏽

Some people used tumblr live for good. 👁️👁️

Then the REALLY determined trolls harassed the poor CEO guy and we ALL KNOW HE’s STRESSED. His hair is thinning. We can see it and ya’ll demand and do too much. i hope to one day sit with the man and say, “you’re doing mostly, kind of .. a fine job.” 👍🏽😬

Tumblr, in general, is one of the few places left on the interweb that maintains the primary basic deliciousness of self expression through the works of others. It remains from LONG AGO.

Don’t fucking ruin the overall umbrella of the tumblr space… with deep… leaving funny and entering disturbing… cynicism.

Remember the LISTEN to OTHER pov’s too. 🤷🏽‍♀️🙂

Real people exist behind the cameras.

That’s all.

I’m glad it’s gone too.

2024 tumblr is gonna be shmexy.

[blippymilk]

Do You Have Something to Tell Me?

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a normal teen in Mount Rageous, and the biggest Veneer fan known to man. Everybody that knows you knows it too. Unfortunately it’s highly unlikely to date the celebrity of your dreams…unintentionally.

A/N: I’m working on the request but I’ve had this for a bit so I finished it today and uploaded it for the time being.Also please forgive me if I use a certain amount of pronouns. With other content I’ve made before I’ve usually made female reader content so if I say she, as in referring to you please forgive me.

Happy New Years 🥳🎉

“Seriously (____)?” one of your friends side eyed you as as you burst out in giggles in response. You had invited your two best friends over (Liliana and Romar) for your annual two night sleepovers, and currently you were killing time by watching Veneer and Velvet’s (mostly Veneer) latest concert footage. Well not really killing time according to you, it was a way of life.

“You seriously brought us over here to watch you drool over Veneer?” Liliana continued as your giggling came to a halt. “I did not invite you over here for that. Especially since I am watching Veneer AND Velvet, get it straight guys.” You replied as Romar got up and came over to your bed where you were watching on your MacBook. “Sweetie you literally zoomed in on him and cropped his sister out…” you started kicking your feet and giggling again. “This is insane, I’ve never met anyone with such an obsession over anybody ever. You don’t even pay your boyfriend this much attention.” Liliana said and Romar agreed. “Who?” You said still staring at the screen as your friends both leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at you. “Oh, Jalen…him…right.” You sighed closing your laptop.

It was silent for a while before anyone spoke again. “How about we do our favorite activity to do when we’re all together?” Romar asked as you and Liliana perked up. “SHOPPING!” You all shouted in unison.

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“Let’s do a challenge guys.” You said to your friends as you all entered the Mount Rageous Mall. “Let’s put outfits together with a budget, a timer, and a person to customize.” You said as your friends agreed. “Bet. But where will we get the details from?” Liliana asked. “A generator or something.” Romar grabbed his phone and typed in a few things. The results ended up being: a budget of 35$, 40 minutes, and Romar got you, you got Liliana, and Liliana got Romar.

“On a count of three…” Liliana started, suddenly both of you almost fell over with the quick take off of Romar running through the mall. “HEY! WE’RE NOT done y-yet…and he’s gone.” She said as you both simultaneously face palmed and took off two different directions.

Your first stop was a store that was highly underrated in your opinion. It had great and reasonably priced outfits and none of your friends knew about it (yes you were gatekeeping but who cares). You ran all up and down the store for something Liliana might like. ‘Her favorite color is green, that’s a start’ you thought. You finally found a green top in her size and were now looking for some bottoms. You looked at the timer ‘32 minutes left’. You had to hurry and find some bottoms because more people started to enter the store. ‘Huh, guess this store’s not too underrated anymo-” your thoughts were cut short as you noticed someone running at the same pace towards you, and quite literally collided with them.

‘Sh*t that hurt’. The person you collided into let out a sort of high pitched “OW” that was very dramatic and dragged out. He almost sounded like…no. You sat up planning to apologize to the person, hoping it would roll over and you could be on your way. After all you only had 29 minutes left to checkout then hit up the accessory store.

“I’m sorr-”

“Ow, what the hell’s wrong with you?”

That shut you up real quick. What weren’t about to do was apologize to a blockhead. There was something weird about the way he responded. His high pitched voice had deepened when he came to his senses. “Excuse me?” You said standing up as he did too. The guy had a purple hoodie on covering his hair, but left some strands of it hanging, which was green. He had on glasses covering his eyes, pale white skin, and purple lipstick. He almost reminded of someone but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You should watch where you’re going next time.” The boy said dusting himself off. Now you were getting angry and the guy stuttered a bit. “Wait that’s not what I-” “Who do you think you are?” You blurted out.

“I was just saying…”

“Well maybe if you’d stop running your mouth every three seconds, your future altercations could be less painful.” And with that you grabbed your items off the floor, and made your way to the checkout leaving the boy stunned.

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After hitting up the accessory store you and your friends had planned to meet up in the food court. “I seriously think I won this, like no joke.” Romar said. “Absolutely not it was me!” Liliana said shaking him. “I don’t know Lili, the outfit I picked out for you was kinda cute.” You said as you three went back and forth.

“Y’all are exhausting and I’m hungry, let’s eat.” Romar said and the disagreement was over as you three frantically traced the smells in the food court. Once in line you told your friends about the interaction with the rude guy you’d met in the store you went to. “Girl I woulda beat his as*” Lili said getting rowdy. “Uh we don’t condone violence over here mam.” Romar laughed as you two chuckled.

Once you ordered Romar offered to wait for everyone’s food and Lili took a phone call. You decided to sit down at a empty table and scroll through social media to kill time. You had scrolled endlessly for a few minutes before a Veneer edit popped up on your for you page. You stopped and watched it again, and again, and again, and maybe another time.

It’s only when a sudden voice snapped you out of your daydream, “Hey.” You jumped quickly and looked where the voice was coming from. It was that rude dude from the store earlier behind you. Rolling your eyes you quickly got up to leave but he stopped you, “Wait please don’t go.” He said. ‘He thinks I’m really gonna stay after the way he was talking to me earlier’ you thought, but you did stay.

You looked up at him waiting for him to speak again, you also noticed him eyeing your phone. The Veneer edit was still on repeat. ‘How embarrassing’ you turned your phone off and laughed nervously. You wondered if he had been behind you when you had the edit on loop, or if you were almost drooling or flustered at all.

“What is it?” You asked him as he turned his attention back to you. “Oh right um,” he sat down in the chair across from you, “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I don’t usually act that way I actually felt really bad.” He said as you eyed him, like you were scanning him. “I’m so serious, like what I was saying I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I have a lot of things to think about right now and I guess I didn’t think too hard on how to approach the situation.” He continued. You “scanned” him even more, he seemed sincere.

Suddenly your face softened and you could to tell his worry dropped a little too. “It’s ok I get it, I’m sorry for not hearing you out I was just in a rush.” He smiled a bit at this. “So what’s your name?” He asked. “I’m (____). What about you?” You asked. “Oh I’m V-Victor.” He said almost as if he was thinking too hard. “Nice to meet you Victor.��� “You too.” “So do you live around here?” You two were in such deep conversation you didn’t see your friends staring you and this boy down until the had to frantically wave at you. You let them know you’d be there soon with your face and they took off somewhere in a hurry. Actually a couple people did, there was a little crowd forming at the front of the mall.

“What’s going on?” You said looking at the front, mid conversation. Victor looked almost panicked for a moment but calmed his face. “Not sure but I think I have to get going.” He said grabbing his bags. “Ok I get it, do you mind if I ask you one more thing though?” you asked. “Hit me.” He replied. “Why are you wearing glasses, can I see your eyes before you go?” You chuckled as he did the same. “Not this time, maybe another time.” He smiled at you, grabbed his last bag, and just like that he was gone.

‘Another time?’ You thought. He’s gotta be stupid there’s like a one in a thousand chance you’ll ever run into him again at Mount Rageous. You looked down at your phone and on top of it laid a piece of paper. You opened it to find a note: “Call me sometime? ;)” with a phone number under it and Victor’s name. He was quick with it.

Was he flirting with you? Why else would he put a winky face. ‘Little does he know, I’m loyal to my boyfriend’ you thought. “And my future husband Veneer.” You thought out loud before quickly closing your mouth and hoping nobody heard you. That’s when you realized more than half of the people at the food court was gone.

Suddenly Lili came up to you and grabbed your hand, “Come on come on! (Name) you will not believe what’s happening!” She sqeauled. “What? Just tell me!” You shouted while she dragged you to the front of the mall. “No you have to see it for yourself.” She said. “Nope,” you stopped and pulled your arm back, “I won’t go until you tell me what it is.” You tried being stubborn and it was working, Lili’s eye twitched a bit. “Fine! You wanna know so bad, it’s Velvet!” She sqeauled loosing her composer. “Velvet? As in-” “THE Velvet! Superstar and sibling to your man Veneer yes!” But you had only heard up to the Veneer part because you took off.

[epicawsomeusername]

I like how dragons have like, really tough scales that act as armor. I also like it when they have claws and sharp teeth and stuff. I think it just reinforces the idea of safety for me idk. Dragons are tanks. They are built to fight and destroy. Nothing can hurt them, therefore, nothing can hurt you while your snuggled up in their belly.

Oh my god I might go on another rant.

I like when big, scary dragons have a soft spot for their little friend/friends. To others, the dragon is fierce and ruthless, but to their friends, they’re unbelievably gentle and nurturing. I like to imagine the dragon letting their little friend curl up under their wing during a rainstorm. The little guy sleeps peacefully under his big friend’s wing, snuggled against their belly for warmth, unaware of how protective their dragon is. The dragon, on the other hand, remains awake. Keeping an eye out for anything that might try and harm their little friend. Of course, nothing will. The dragon is feared. Nothing in their right mind would try getting close enough to hurt them or their friend. Nobody is that stupid.

I also like to imagine how warm dragons would be. They literally breathe fire. I feel like their bellies would be nice and toasty on the inside and out. Oh my god imagine how comfy it would be to snuggle against a dragons belly. Especially if they’re on the chubbier side. Imagine cuddling up on a big dragons soft, squishy belly and just relaxing. Letting the warmth and soft gurgles of their tum relax and soothe you. The dragon would drape a protective paw or wing over you, sealling you in a little cocoon of warmth and safety. Nothing could possibly hurt you. They wouldn’t allow that. I feel like that’s what I need rn tbh.

The inside of their belly would be cozy as well. I know I’ve talked about this before but I’m gonna talk about it again. I like when dragons have two stomachs. One for normal food consumption and one specifically designed to soothe and comfort you. I read a story somewhere that talked about something like that. It talked about how some dragons have a second stomach made to protect and comfort their hatchlings. I absolutely love that. You could curl up in that second stomach and relax. You’re in the the safest place on earth. The darkness would be comforting and the soft sounds and warmth would lull you to sleep. You could rest easy knowing that nothing could possibly hurt you. The thick scales on the dragons belly are impenetrable. You’re basically in an armored tum.

Damn I think I’m going insane. I feel like my obsession with dragons has almost gone too far. I’m gonna go take a nap or something idk

[01zfan]

alright i don’t know why you guys have made me the face of ot6 briize but i’m going to give you guys my thoughts on the situation that you clearly want very badly. i have been into kpop for a very long time. i will say two main things about this boycott.

the first is that i have genuinely never seen such a strange group of toxic solo stans/akgaes that hate on the groups fans and lowkey shade members under the guise of “loving all the members/trying to protect them”.

this boycott campaign is genuinely just solo stans mad that their bias isn't being treated the way they want. if this was truly about the wellbeing of riize, we would be demanding for sm to give them better security at airports so they don't get mobbed. we would've been urging sm to take legal action against malicious comments earlier. we would be demanding better preparations for their comebacks like getting an actual mini instead of a bunch of singles. but none of that is happening.

instead, there's this weird "i don't like the rest of riize because there's no seunghan" vibe about the boycott. like why are individual member activities suffering because of this? why are we swearing at the members online, saying things like sungchan doesn't care about riize, the rest of riize are fake except for eunseok, etc. why are we bullying and bothering briize not participating in the boycott? for not talking about seunghan when there's literally nothing to talk about? these are things solo stans/akgaes do, not people who claim to love their group.

my second thing is that if you want to boycott riize be my guest. HOWEVER i think it is important to face the facts here. SM will not suffer from this boycott nearly as bad as riize will. they are a rookie group in a new generation, and they have an exceptional momentum going. but the industry is cutthroat and it moves fast. if this boycott is “successful,” then it will truthfully only sabotage riize and not SM. even if riize's members don’t end up losing profit, i believe a successful boycott could do insane damage to their confidence/psyche. it could also possibly effect future comebacks and their faith in fans. i’ve seen how fear of a comeback failing can harm members of a group mentally and i don’t want riize to go through that.

i support riize as a group so i'm not boycotting. i stream their music and watch their variety content and buy their merch because i like riize. this is going to ruffle some feathers but if you don't do any of those things SOLELY because your bias isn't involved than you're not a fan of the group! you are a solo stan! that is just a fact!

and telling me the boys would want me to boycott is literally insane. why are we putting words into their mouths? riize literally had a live recently damn near begging briize to stay with them and trust them. the words “we are closer as a group than you think” literally came from shotaro’s mouth...so i will choose to believe what has actually been expressed by the members instead of theory and hearsay spread by fans. if you want to boycott DO IT, but don’t try to guilt trip briize by saying the boys would want it.

all of the members have given up so much and have gone through so much to be in riize. sungchan literally dropped out of MIDDLE SCHOOL to train as an idol. eunseok dropped out and sohee turned down acceptance into a university to train. shotaro and anton literally moved away from their ENTIRE lives to pursue their dreams. you think i’m gonna make them suffer or let circumstances out of their control get in the way of THEIR success? i absolutely can't go for that i'm sorry.

and one last thing, i'm not trying to shame seunghan fans. i feel for y'all i really do. this may be perceived as snarky or rude, but this comes from a place of care. if it is so painful and upsetting stanning riize you shouldn't stan anymore. kpop is supposed to be fun! stanning a group is supposed to bring you little moments of happiness and it isn't supposed to cause so much turmoil or bad feelings! this isn't supposed to be this serious either!

also, i believe alot of my asks regarding seunghan or calling me an ot6 stem from me not writing for him. this is my account and i can post what i want. you guys can make your own account and post what you want. like you guys i'm a working class adult who posts little fics, lets remember that! i write for fun and to share it with people who wanna read it. i don't know why this account has gotten this crazy, or how i've made people so mad. you do not have to follow me or this account if this is an issue. i understand and i would much rather not have these asks or this energy on my page anymore.

[gnarlycrys]

NSFW Alphabet | Eustass “Captain” Kidd

A/N - I’ve literally never written any sort of stories/ one shots/imagines on here. Ever. However, I felt the need to write this as my own interpretation of what I think Kidd would be like with this interesting alphabet 👁.

Female Reader Implied.

MINORS UNDER 17 / AGELESS BLOGS DNI

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

💢 Don’t expect him to clean you, cause he won’t. “You’ve got hands, do it yourself,” type of guy. The most he’d do is throw you a rag or cloth to clean yourself with while he gets dressed and leaves.

💢 Unless you’ve been dating for some time to where he genuinely cares enough about your being, he’ll clean you up as gentle as he can before tossing the rag aside and smothering you into his scarred chest and falling asleep. (Beware, he snores)

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners):

💢 His; his dick fleshed hand. He loves it over the fact he can manhandle you with it as he pleases; feeling all over your soft plush skin as he caresses your curves, breasts, and ass. He loves when you fall putty under his touch, feeling the vibrations of your moans as he wraps his hand around your throat or when he entangles it in your hair to bounce you back on his cock that’s abolishing your soaking hole.

💢 Yours; dat ass lmao. Who would’ve thought? This red-head is most definitely an ass man and no one can convince me otherwise. The sight of your ass bouncing on his cock as you ride him facing away or whenever you’re throwing it back on his dick, it’s so mesmerizing to this man. Not to mention how crazy it drives him with how sexy he finds it, he’ll never let those visions go out of his mind. He finds that jiggle and recoil insane.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically):

💢 Inside you. Seeing as his seed drips out of your hole after fucking you stupid is no doubt, one of his favorite sights to see. He’ll make sure you take it all by using his fingers and stuffing all of it back inside you.

💢 If not inside, definitely on that ass. Seeing his juices coat the flesh of your ass makes this man hard again.

💢 Or, if you’re destroying his cock with some fire head, he’ll hold your head down and make sure you swallow every load of cum he has to offer until your throat milks him dry. He’ll make sure you’ve swallowed it all, “tongue out,” if he sees it’s all gone, “good, little slut.”

D - Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs):

💢 A horndog (for you). If he’s horny and you’re out running errands or doing something outside of the Victoria Punk, he’ll make way into your bedroom (or shared bedroom) and sprawl out on the bed. He’ll grab the pillow you sleep on before whipping his cock out and using your scent on the pillow to get him goin’. Your scent makes it all of the pleasurable for him. If you’re lucky enough, you might find him in the room, secretly waiting for your return so he can rail you into the mattress.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?):

💢 Decently experienced. This fool isn’t a virgin, he’s had his fair share of flings before getting with you.

💢 He knows your body like the back of his hand. He’ll pay close attention to the reactions of your body as well as the expressions of your face when he touches or rams himself in you. Kidd knows what areas you like to be touched or that feel the most pleasurable.

F - Favorite Position (This goes without saying…):

💢 Reverse Cowgirl; as stated before, Kidd’s an ass man. He lives watching the jiggle and movement of your ass as you slide up and down his dick. He also enjoys the sight of its recoil as he rams himself into you.

💢 Doggy Style; man, those back shots drive you and him to the brink of unfathomable pleasure. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he rams you back on his cock brings him absolute euphoria.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they numerous, etc):

💢 As serious as he can be. Kidd wants every second of sex to be the best possible, he doesn’t see the point in making silly jokes and getting distracted from his main goal in those moments (To make you cum). He’s more focused on drilling you into the bed, keen on hearing every noise you can make with the satisfaction he’s giving you by filling you full of his thick cock.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

💢 As red as his hair.

💢 Doesn’t shave nor does he care enough to keep it tidy. Shit’s a jungle down there, it’ll irk him if you comment on it too. Unless you ask him nicely to trim, he might take it into consideration (he won’t do it). Either that or he’ll get pissed you even asked in the first place.

💢 “The hell’re you yappin’ about!? Hair’s hair. I’m not shavin’ it. Deal with it or fuck off!!”

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

💢 Kidd isn’t romantic in the slightest. Who the hell do you take him for? He hates that sappy shit.

💢 As rough as his personality. A Dom. He’ll manhandle you however he wants (with your consent, of course). Although with his roughness, his kisses are passionate and fierce. He’s rough, yes, but it’s never too rough to the point where he’s hurting you. (He’s a little sappy, but he’d die before he says he is).

J - Jack Off (masturbation):

💢 Yeah, he beats his dick. Only in situations where you aren’t available when he gets horny. If he’s frustrated he’ll relieve his stress with a quick jack off and go on about his day.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks):

💢 Bondage; Kidd gets off whenever he’s able to tie you down to the bed to have his way with you. On the rare occasion, he might allow you to tie him to the bed and let you lead.

💢 Degradation; his mouth’s filthy. More so during intimacy. “You’re such a dirty little whore.” “Look at you, crying like a bitch.” “Such a filthy slut, my slut.”

💢 Praise; despite his degrading tactics, he’ll praise you if that’s what you’re into. Either way is a turn on for him, and he appreciates it whenever the gesture is returned. “My good girl.” “Takin’ my cock so well.” “Look at you, crying so pretty with your hole stuffed of my dick.”

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do):

💢 The shower. He finds it so unbelievably hot when you two are in a compacted space, your bodies pressed together, your breasts sloshing against his own as lukewarm water pours down your bare skin. Ah yes, fucking you in the shower is definitely his go to.

💢 The bedroom. If he’s feeling it in the moment, he’ll wanna fuck you in his bed, un-restricting the loud noises of intimacy and moans the both of you elucidate. He wants everyone in the ship to hear how good he fucks you.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

💢 Seeing you fight your ass off in the midst of a battle, whether it’s against marines or enemy pirates. God, it turns him on seeing your ass and tits bounce with each move you throw. He can feel how hard his cock throbs within the restraints of his pants.

💢 Oh, and when you’re beating your opponent to a pulp, their blood splattering on your knuckles, face and clothes. Don’t even get him started. Watching you release your anger on the enemy almost makes him feel sorry for em’, but lord does he have to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

💢 Anything that involves piss, shit, intense bdsm, whatever weird and out of pocket shit there is. He won’t do shit that’s gonna hurt you.

💢 Role play. You’ll never catch this man role playing, he wouldn’t do it even if you asked. He finds that shit humiliating and honestly pretty fucking stupid. Your chances of getting Kidd to role play are slim to none.

💢 Pegging. Just don’t. Don’t even try to convince him. He’d probably kick you out.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

💢 Kidd prefers receiving. He enjoys watching you struggle to take the entirety of his dick in your mouth, saliva pooling and dripping at the corners of your lips with mascara smeared around your eyes from the tears. The sounds of you choking and gagging amuse him. He finds it cute that you’re trying so hard to impress him by swallowing him whole.

💢 When he does give though, his tongue works wonders. He loves swirling circles around your sensitive clit with his wet muscle, sliding and flicking it away through the folds of your labia that make you wriggle and squirm. The sounds of your moans and whimpers make it all the more enjoyable for Kidd. He loves the way you taste and eats your pussy like it’s a fine diner.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):

💢 It’s Eustass Kidd we’re talkin’. His momentum screams fast and rough. That’s just how he rolls.

💢 However, there’s moments where he feels lazy when he’s in the mood to fuck. He’ll lay you in your side as he slides his cock in from behind, lazily bucking his hips into your cunt as his arm wraps around your chest, pressing chaste kisses onto your neck.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

💢 All for quickies. As often as possible.

💢 If you’ll be separated for awhile, a quickie is his way of sending you on your way. If you’re on a mission together, that is, he won’t mind taking you off somewhere for a quick sesh. “A quick fuck for good luck.” Headass

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

💢 Hell yeah, it’s fukin’ Kidd. He’s always up for challenge to prove himself or win, it’s never neither.

💢 Whether it’s fucking you with the door unlocked, behind an alley or even out on deck. Being walked in on or caught turns Kidd on to the max because he’d continue to fuck you regardless of the embarrassment you’d get out of it. (Poor Killer has fallen victim to things he’s never wanted to see because of his best friend’s antics with you).

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

💢 This one-armed fool could last until the dawn of a new day. His stamina’s pretty insane.

💢 Rounds and rounds to no end. Especially after an intense battle where the adrenaline rush is still kicking and going, it’s enough for him to do you all night.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

💢 He doesn’t own any of his own, but he wouldn’t mind if you had your own that you wanted him to use on you.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?):

💢 The biggest fucking tease, but he hates being teased??? This guy doesn’t make sense.

💢 Try teasing this man and he’ll throw you over his shoulder and stomp to your shared bedroom. Don’t expect for him to show you any mercy from there on.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

💢 He doesn’t moan. He groans.

💢 Kidd isn’t very loud when it comes to his grunts and groans, but they’re audible and it drives you wild. He’ll notice whenever his dick slides in and out of you with more ease, your cunt growing increasingly more wet than he even thought was possible.

💢 He’ll leave the moaning and mewls all to you. He grows even harder when your sounds fill throughout the room.

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character):

💢 He fucking LOVES when you baby him. He swears he hates it because it’s sappy but just receiving tender kisses whether it’s on his face, lips, chest, hands, god he loves it so much. It makes him feel so appreciated and loved by you. Running your fingers through his hair is a bonus. (He’s never gonna admit it either, it’d hurt his pride).

💢 Little spoon. You cannot and will not convince me that he doesn’t like being the little spoon during cuddle sessions.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

💢 8.5-9 at most. Uncircumcised. Kidd’s a big guy, practically 7 ft of course he’d be packin something.

💢 It’s holds more girth than length, even so it fills you up in all the right spots.

💢 Pulsating veins, has a long one that runs from the base and all the way up beneath his flushed red tip.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

💢 Oh, he has a high sex drive alright. He’ll be fucking you 2-3 times a week. Doesn’t seem like much but it is with all the quickies he throws in there. He’s always yearning for your pussy.

Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

💢 Dawg, as soon as he nuts, he’s out. Out like a night light for real. He’ll crash out with you lying atop his chest.

Live laugh Kidd. Hope you enjoyed :>.

[yesiknowimshort]

this is how i imagine… TIM DRAKE

the bitch is back…. i mean me not tim, but tim is also a bitch.

thank you so much to my followers (i love each and everyone of you <3) for waiting so patiently for me to get myself together (still shaky, so again, posts might be scattered but i will be posting!!).

i wanna start a series where i do these long form character headcanons for the batboys (and maybe girls one day, i’ve just not thought about it aha) and so i obviously had to start with my favourite character of all tjme; tim drake.

obvisouly i’ve already done a suuuuper long analysis of his actual character which you can read here, but i want to do a more theoretical one that’s not necessarily wholly “canonical” but still in character.

a lot of this is also canon/inspired by canon - however, these are still my headcanons.

- to start off with: fuck the uwu-fication of tim drake. he’s a badass who happens to also appear soft sometimes but that does not equal wimp. you can have anxiety and depression and not be a an uwu baby.

- absolutely obsessed with star wars.

- has forced everyone to individually binge the series with him at least once.

- but also love island (he won’t watch the winter season tho) and the real housewives are definitely his guilty pleasures.

- overworks himself on such little sleep that his body giving up and him fainting is a scarily regular occurrence.

- but it’s not for want of trying. oh no. forgot to eat because he was distracted so his limbs are barley holding him up when he runs? ignores it. keeps going.

- he stands up too quickly, collapses, and gets right up and walks it off like he wasn’t just on the floor (p.e teachers would love him).

- absolutely insane martial artist -which people (like most things he can do/does) completely overlook or just don’t care about. this is also canon btw.

- my boy’s only scraping average height -he’s gotta have something to back him up that’s doesn’t rely on being massive n buff.

- he can easily knock anyone to the ground in a second, yet because of his small build and mmmm relatively unhealthy state, it goes unnoticed and sometimes unused -depending on the situation’s needs.

- people always overlook him because of his public persona (and in real life online it’s usually because of uwu tim), but he would be so cruel sometimes.

- seriously -please remember and use his pettiness!

- like he’d punch jason out cold for picking up his stuff and holding it over his head… put itching powder in dick’s boxers and bed for hiding the cases he was working on… roofy damian’s nightly hot chocolate so he’d miss family movie night because damian was pissing him off… true slytherin.

- but just like a lot of the things he does, it goes unnoticed/un-delt-with most of the time so he gets away with it. middle child tings.

- not to mention he literally stalked batman and would run around solving murders and dropping off the evidence to gordon before even being a robin.

- he was on the CIA’s watch list for crying out loud!

- doesn’t break the unassuming facade often, but if he went off the deep end, he’d be gone, and wouldn’t stop until he’s satisfied -or restrained (but that would be near impossible).

- scarily persuasive -some would say manipulative, i would say ambitious. i mean he did wiggle his way into the position of robin with sheer willpower.

- i think one of the reasons i love tim so much and am so fascinated by him is because of his capacity to be a villain so easily if he wanted.

- the guy has considered murder way too often.

- clint barton’s “i could do it!... no one would know!... but i won’t” quip about quicksilver is literally tim’s relationship with villiany.

- like if he decided one day to turn on everyone… in an instant he has control of a multimillion dollar company, can easily gain control the police, has dirt on every single person, and access to anything he decides he wants: and yet he chooses to do good.

- remember -he chose to be a hero. and he repeats this fact a lot.

- he could easily have the world on their knees, and yet people still decide to fuck with him because of their naivety.

- villain tim would be terrifying.

- his childhood and a openly loving and attentive family setting was stolen from him. he was always made out to be “mature for his age” and “quiet and sensible” when in reality he was just neglected and bored.

- being a gifted child always comes with its downfalls. like being so unstimulated by his schooling and classmates that he acts out a little bit out of boredom and a craving for attention from his parents; not to mention the social rejection because he’s too far past his peer's antics.

- he’d be super socially unaware for his age group as a child (kind of like damian i guess). being an only child surrounded by adults (yet forever alone and isolated) would’ve prevented him from ever connecting with fellow kids and their interests.

- (anyone else relate to not ever finding kiddy humour funny in primary school?)

- so now he likes doing a lot of random “childish” things like skating down the halls in the manor, having a gamer chair as his office chair, playing his nintendo switch in his wayne ent. office with his feet rested on the desk when he’s bored, having bento box lunches filled with sugary cereal and roll-ups, having a mini fridge in his office exclusively filled with yakults, iced coffee cartons and redbull, being fully versed in gen z lingo (which he uses correctly don’t worry) that he uses to talk to people he works with and interacts with at galas etc etc.

- likes to leave little notes in library books for the next person to find; often mildly threatening like “i know what you did”, for no other reason other than to have a little gremlin cackle to himself when he thinks about it.

- definitely has nearsightedness, though he hardly ever wears his glasses “because they’re impractical and contacts are torture devices” (bruce practically has to strap him down to get the camera contacts in for patrol).

- when he’s not drinking coffee, he’s chewing gum or mints to counteract the coffee.

- ambidextrous, but favours his left hand meaning his already inconceivably messy quick notes are also smudged by his hand.

- hands are always cold and numb (leading everyone to believe he probably has rayynaud’s syndrome).

- he gets really nervous and tries to avoid people being able to touch his hands, like when they’re handing something to him, or makes sure handshakes are firm and quick -but still respectful- etc (but he loves hand holding, he just worries no one would want to).

- really good at taking in information and his surroundings quickly.

- often points things out to people that would otherwise go unnoticed like “your eyes look really pretty today” or “your freckles have darkened from the sun” or “they ordered two sugars with their coffee… they always order three” etc.

- he doesn’t constantly say the things he’s thinking, but they come out a lot more when he’s losing his filter from fatigue.

- he’s always apologising offhandedly for pointing out things (more annoyed at himself than anything) bc he thinks they’ll think he’s weird or become uncomfortable.

- tim is allergic to almost all nuts except for almonds (wog runs through my veins, i refuse to believe he can’t eat almonds).

- he’s not like epipen allergic, all he needs is some cetirizine.

- bc of this “relatively low risk” (as he would say), if he accidentally eats a nut he’ll usually just not tell anyone while his throat is closing over and his mouth feels like it’s been attacked by mosquitoes.

- he’ll just silently slip away to buy some cetirizine or get some from his pocket/bag.

- this sweet old lady at a charity bake sale once offered tim to try a free slice of her baklava, which of course, has walnuts in it.

- and he was too anxious to refuse so he took it and finished the whole thing in front of her.

- it took him about 20 minutes and to the point where he was crying and his lips looked like they had fillers that he whispered to bruce he was having a reaction.

- bruce was hysterical.

- like- national news “funny internet clip report” hysterical.

- he always carries cetirizine on him now just in case tim does that again.

[sukunastoy]

NSFW ABCs (A-M) (Yuuji Itadori)

I’ve been wanting to do the NSFW ABCs for a while now. And cause I’m trying to do more on my account, it’s a good place to start. ✨

(All characters through this series are aged up appropriately.)

Letters A-M (N-Z Here!)

Yuuji Itadori

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

Be prepared for some serious care and affection. Yuuji knows he’s strong and can be a bit rough at times. Which is why he takes such good care of you.

He will treat you like the absolute baby doll that you are to him! Yuuji knows how to be extremely affectionate in all the right ways.

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

Yuuji is proud of his arms. He barely has to work out and yet has gorgeous forearms and biceps. Perfect for carrying his baby doll around and cuddling her so tightly through the night. He’s definitely an ass man when it comes to favorite body part in a partner. He loves to nip the plump of your cheeks, and even squeeze them when he’s hitting it from behind. Careful, an innocent butt massage might lead to him getting even more handsy.

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

This guy can produce a lot, and he loves to fill you up with it. But if you decide to give him oral, he honestly prefers covering your pretty face with his cum.

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

He talked to AI bots to learn about sex how to do it properly. Sometimes they laughed at him.

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

At first, he wasn’t experienced at all. In fact he was quite nervous when it came time for the two of you to get it on. But, he’s a quick learner and the two of you play around whenever you get the chance.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to see your butt, so doggy is his preferred position.

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

He tries to be serious, but sometimes his overly serious face makes you laugh at how hard he’s trying, you just can’t help it. It might lead to him pouting but he’ll definitely keep on going.

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

He’s really groomed. He lets a slight tuft of hair grow just at the top, but keeps it pretty short.

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

He loves to say your name, and let you know how much you mean to him. Even in doggy, his hands are caressing your back, cherishing every inch of your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s a whimpering mess when jacking off. Mainly cause he wishes it was you there helping him out instead of himself doing it. Whenever he starts to think about you too much he has to go hide and take care of himself. Of course he says your name quietly throughout.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As someone who loves any and all foods, Yuuji is definitely into Food play. He loves to make your body like a plate that he can devour from. He’s not looking for a food fight type mess. But he wants to lick off melted chocolate and whip cream from your nipples, suck on your belly til all the syrup is gone, and even taste a banana after he’s used on you like a toy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Yuuji isn’t an insanely private person, but he would be insanely embarrassed if caught with his pants down, literally. He prefers to love on his baby doll behind closed doors, and maybe in the car if they find a secretive place to park.

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

Seeing you in a skirt/dress, or some leggings that really accentuate your ass. Whenever you dress provocative, he just can’t resist you. However, if you’re having a bad day, and need some cuddling instead, he’s all for it. Anything to be against his love.

✨Thanks for reading! <3 comments and reblogs are most appreciated!

[m0rtisxfuchs]

Murder People Smell HC’S bc I’ve gone insane.

Strade: going by some of canon motor oil, grease, sweat, a hint of iron because he’s often covered in blood, and probably some strong ass cologne in an attempt to hide it while he’s at the bar trying to get you to come home with him, but it doesn’t cover the stank after about an hour or two…

Ummm who said that anyways!

Ren Hana/Fox: His zesty ass uses those fancy cruelty free soaps and shampoos and he probably throws a bath bomb or two in there as well because he’s just extra like that. Even as Fox he still does this and probably takes those rich people bubble baths with rose petals and candles and everything. Smells strongly of Lavender and/or fruity scents.

Lawrence Oleander: Going by canon a rotting corpse, but I like to think sometimes he can cover it up somewhat. When he does manage to cover it up via showering, cologne, etc he uses very earthy scents like Pine or if he’s feeling it that day, floral scents! He also probably smells like a hint of dirt since he’s surrounded by plants and often goes on nature walks by himself.

Lucien Rire: That one kind of cologne that smells very “peppery” but in a good way and burning firewood since he’s from, you know…(I don’t think I recall him having an established scent like the others but if he does please tell me and I’ll fix this accordingly I have very poor memory when it comes to his route LOL.)

Derek Goffard: Despite being very rich (with severe daddy issues) probably axe body spray because he’s a college frat boy at heart LOL. When he’s in the desert he mostly smells like sweat and sand (?) probably but he likely took a can of axe with him and coats his body in it at any given moment so he smells significantly worse in the desert. I’m going to kill him with a huge rock I fear /hj

Celia Lede: Designer perfume, and the REALLY good kind too. Very floral in a regal kind of way with a hint of vanilla in it and it makes you stop in your tracks and take in the smell for a brief moment whenever she walks by you. So TDLR: Good and she bathes daily probably unlike some of the other people here LOL.

Mason Heiral: Similar to Lawrence, very earthy scents especially when he’s been outside “hunting” all day. Probably also smells like burnt firewood too but only a hint of it. He smells good if you like the smell of nature. Probably smells sweaty too especially after a “hunt” but again smell of nature kinda covers it a little.

Tate Frost: Well he’s a butcher so the smell of raw meat, iron, strong cheap cologne that makes your head hurt when you smell it for too long, sweat, cigarette smoke, and musk because he probably doesn’t bathe often.

WHO KEEPS GETTING IN HERE?!

John Doe: I think it’s canon that if he showers he’ll literally dissolve into nothing so that boy STANK but not by choice. He’d probably try to cover himself in whatever scent is your favorite though. People pleasing ass. /SILLY

Randall (putting him here bc he’s often drawn hanging around Tate): Sweat, grease, and musk but it’s okay sweetheart you’re struggling BAD so we understand and forgive you. <3 System to System understanding.

If I forgot anyone/there’s someone you’d like to see comment and I’ll update it!

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UPDATE, REQUESTED/ADDITIONAL CHARACTER(S):

Jacob Alden (requested by @lawrenceenjoyer ): Every picture I see of this guy he looks so fucking sweaty so he def strongly smells of sweat with a little hint of musk in there, but he also looks like the kind of guy to use a lot of earthy Old Spice scents to me. Might be in a similar vein to Lawrence just doesn’t reek of a dead corpse because he’s not slowly rotting LOL.

Ashe: Like those essential oils that are supposed to help you sleep mixed with like, whatever you’d call a rivers smell and that ONE skull shaped hot topic perfume/cologne because I know if he was a human he’d be the most tired looking hot topic cashier ever.

[maxwellatoms]

I don’t know why more people aren’t watching this show, but it’s worth a peek.

This particular episode touches heavily on storyboards and animatics, and while these guys are all talking about feature films, just about everything they’re talking about applies to animation (half of any given superhero film is animation anyway).

Animatics are such an incredible tool that I’m shocked that they aren’t an industry requirement. We literally weren’t allowed to have animatics on Billy & Mandy due to “budgetary restraints”, and since I’d never utilized them before I didn’t realize what I was missing. Now, I basically board right into animatic. If I have a line of dialog for a character, I’ll just temp it in. That way I’m both writing and directing (essentially) at the same time. As I go, I know more-or-less how much time everything is taking, what’s working, and what drags. If I hit ten minutes and I’m still not into Act 3, I know I need to cut something to make room. I can make a version of my movie or show for (essentially) free and share it as a blueprint for others to follow or give feedback on. Why would you NOT do that?

There’s some good stuff in here too about the insane pacing of Television production, the amount of stuff you somehow have to hold in your brain when you’re dealing with all of these moving pieces, and the importance of having a plan for everything. As the director, you’re the only one who is really capable of keeping track of the project from the microscopic to macroscopic scale. Everything from overall tone to the tweak you want to make to line 236 is your responsibility.

I’m not a huge fan of Snyder’s body of work, but Zack Snyder films are Zack Snyder films. His stamp is all over them. The Russos come from a much more Disnified, collaborative background. And lest that sound too noble, the collaboration is all directed toward making a product engineered to be enjoyable. In a very real way, it’s The Auteur vs. The Machine. Listening to this episode, you can tell that no one ever say Zack Snyder down in a room with a bunch of lawyers and research executives to talk about whether or not he was accidentally delivering fascist messages or how many girls aged 8-12 were into Steppenwolf. Whereas that would be Day One at Disney, and every day after would involve some other checks-and-balances meeting, a number of high-level sign-offs, and the upkeep of an intricate company-wide roadmap.

Snyder and the Russos both found themselves making superhero movies for two very different companies in two different very ways. The ways those movies were produced are as much a result of the studio culture as it is the personalities and desires of the directors. As much as Jellystone has reminded me how much I love deep collaboration, methods of production are often not my choice. Depending on the studio, I’ve occasionally felt either overwhelmed by too much “support” or left alone in the woods to die. Neither situation is exactly ideal, but both present their own unique challenges and opportunities. The Machine is efficient, gets things done, and will protect you -- as long as you’re in its good graces. The Auteur is laid bare -- flaws and obsessions on display for anyone to see. Neither Snyder or the Russos go too deep into the studio culture at either studio (oh to be a fly on the wall when the pizza is gone), but is one really superior to the other? Learning to work within the confines of a studio’s culture is a whole different layer on the onion, and I wish they talked about it here.

It’s cool to see that from the simplest cartoon short to the summer blockbuster, the struggles in the entertainment industry are all the same. The pay’s way better on the blockbuster side, though. In case you’re trying to choose.

[darling-i-read-it]

Her Laugh - Laugh Final Part

Part 1

Part 2

Any!Joker x fem!reader, slight Any!Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: so many things, reader slowly going insane, toxic relationship, Bruce and the reader continuing to argue, the reader is almost mugged, people are literally murdered (shot), insinuations to smut, let me know if I've missed any!

Author’s Note: I haven’t enjoyed writing something as much I enjoyed writing this in a long time! I hope you guys enjoy this, I would totally be down to write more in this little universe I’ve adjusted!! 

Tagging: @burningfanflowercash, @b4b3ttee, @mysteriouslydeafeningwerewolf, @dildoswagginsstuff, @russian-soft-bitch

Summary: The reader starts to slowly realize she has been between an age old fight and is choosing the wrong side. 

Song: I Started a Joke by ConfidentalMX

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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You woke up before the sun. It was cold in your room and it took you a long moment to realize your sheets had been tossed on the ground. You raised your head, hair falling in front of your face. You looked at the clock on your bedside table. 5am. Still night, essentially. You tried to figure out why you had woken up when there was movement on the bed beside you. 

Your head whipped around. 

For some reason you didn’t expect Bruce. Your initial reaction was Joker before your brain even caught up with the previous night's events. He was sitting up, bare back facing you. You moved your hair out of your face and reached onto the ground for a sheet. It was so cold. Had you left a window open? 

Joker turned his head on the side so you could see half his face. It was the half that was still healing from the night before. It was the broken part and the lack of a fake smile made it look even more menacing. It was like his features were falling off, melting in the night light. His makeup had smeared in his sleep. The indents of his soon to be scars illuminated in the moon.  He hadn’t left. You had expected him to leave. 

Bruce left. 

You dragged yourself and the sheet closer to him. You put your hand on his shoulder. His skin was like ice. 

“You’re freezing,” you whispered. You almost didn’t recognize your voice. It was so early and so surreal. The normalcy of your life went out the window the second he entered it. You wanted to put a blanket over him, warm him up, like a wet stray puppy. 

“I have to go,” he said. You hadn’t heard his voice so quiet. It was almost normal, like a regular man. You couldn’t think of him with his guard down but you thought this was as close as you were going to get. Even the night before his guard had been up, even as he hovered above you with that smile plastered on his lips. 

“Alright,” you whispered. He stood up, grabbing his clothes off the ground. You watched him. Any thoughts of Bruce had gone out the window as you waited, unsure if he was going to say goodbye, wondering if you wanted him to come back. You rested your head back on the pillow he had been laying on. It smelled like him. Gunpowder and clown makeup. You laughed gently at the thought, how random it was. He turned to you, a sly smile on his face. 

“My laugh,” he whispered. He came back to you, grabbing your chin to kiss you. It was almost like he was going off to work. “I’ll see you tonight.” 

You let him go and fell back asleep when he was gone, dreaming of his lips on yours, wondering when things had felt so special before. 

-

When you woke up again it was too harsh knocks on the door. You groaned, lifting your head. Had it been a dream? There was so little proof he had been here at all except your memory and the lack of clothes on your body. The knocking was coming more aggressively. 

“Hold on!” you called. You threw on a shirt and eventually found some sweats. Your mind lingered on the midmorning kiss. You could still taste it on your lips. 

When you entered your kitchen you saw the first aid kit was still there, half put away. There was still blood on the counter, his blood. He had been here after all. 

You opened the door without checking to see who it was. 

Bruce didn’t wait for you to invite him in. 

“Why didn’t you answer your phone last night?” You stared at him, still waking up. 

“What?”

“I called. You didn’t answer.” You had never seen him so angry about your relationship. He was usually easygoing. You were the angry one. You were the one who fought for your supposed love, the one who asked where he had been, the one who called and never got an answer. You weren’t sure how to react to this. 

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Stuff.” You almost cringed at your own excuse. Your brain was still asleep. You were still half in bed, half with him. 

“I thought you were dead.”

“I was home.” 

“I can tell.” He gestured to the TV that was still on. The blanket on the couch that had never been folded. He turned to look at you, looking you up and down. Half dressed, makeup still on. “What were you doing?”

“Bruce-”

“I know you saw Batman the other night.” You stopped speaking completely. You were effectively shut up. “Didn’t think I knew that, did you?”

“Are you stalking me?” You had slept with the man who held you at gunpoint but at this point stalking was crossing the line. 

“No!” Bruce let out a heavy sigh. “I was coming home and I saw you. That’s why I called.” You furrowed your brows, trying to catch up here. He knew you were in danger that night? 

“And you didn’t come see me?” 

“I thought you were dead in the streets! You weren’t answering your phone!’

“It broke you asshole!” You backed up, shaking your head. “Wait wait. Let me get this straight. You saw me being attacked by the Joker, called me to see if I was okay, I was cut off and you thought ‘huh she must be fine!’?” 

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Sounds like it. You waited until the morning to see if I was here alive!” 

“What about you then? You didn’t tell me you had been attacked when I came here yesterday. You don’t come by the manor, you don’t call-”

“What are you accusing me of?” 

“I don’t know what I’m accusing you of but I know something is wrong!” You were both breathing heavily. He looked around, searching for something else to argue about. He walked to your kitchen, picking up the first aid kit. “Like what is this?”

“I cut myself,” you said. 

“You didn’t put it away?”

“I went to sleep. Sorry I don’t have a butler and a maid to clean up my goddamn messes Bruce!” You shook your head. “I want you out of my house. I want you gone.” 

“I want to know what happened that night,” he said, again, like you hadn’t heard him the first twenty times. 

“I ran home! I fell asleep out of exhaustion and terror! What else do you want me to say?!” Bruce and you stared at each other. He wanted to argue more. He wanted you to tell him from top to bottom how you got from lost in the streets to here. 

He had been scared for you. You were all he had that wasn’t attached to the Batman. You were the only real thing he had left. He couldn’t protect you when you needed to be protected. 

“Bruce. Get out.” 

He eyed you, up and down, still in your pajamas. 

“Who did you sleep with?” 

“Get out!” You opened the door for him, gesturing aggressively. You had moved on, he could tell. Whatever sympathy you had for him and your life together had passed in two nights and he had no idea how that had happened. He walked past you, defeated, shaking his head. How had he lost you that quickly? 

-

Waiting out in the streets of Gotham was not your brightest idea. You weren’t exactly promised a run in with the specific villain you were looking for. But you needed to get groceries and you left a little after dusk so that your chances were a bit higher. The bat sign was shining bright in the sky, warning everyone that the dark knight was lurking in the shadows. 

If the bat was out you had to assume Jay was as well. 

You followed underneath the streetlights. It was a dewey night, the rain having gone away but not left entirely. Its reminisce was still hanging from window shutters and the drainage that gurgled underneath you. You had gotten used to Gotham’s noises. You passed little people in the night but there were still some, keeping their heads down like you were the danger. 

You turned a corner past an alleyway and was halted by a voice in the shadows. 

“Dark night for a lady alone.” You didn’t recognize the cadence and gripped the knife in your pocket you never left home without. You had no idea who was out here at night. You tried to rush past without engaging but whatever was there reached out to grab your arm. 

You turned, coming face to face with the features of a strange man. Scary is the word you would use to describe him. Harsh eyes, a venomous smile on his face. 

He only lasted a moment when a bullet went from one ear to the other, causing a mock glasgow smile without the knife. His hand let go of you before he fell limp. You stared down at him, eyes wide, adrenaline still pumping.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this!” There was a voice you recognized. You looked up to meet his gaze. He had redone his makeup, covering up the injuries from the night before but not well. You could still see the indents of the slashes. “What’re you doin out here doll?” 

“Getting groceries.” He reached into his shoe and pulled out another gun, though smaller. He handed it to you. 

“Need one of these. Scary place out here, scary characters.” You looked down at the man he had killed for you, the one who had God knows what intentions. He didn’t even blink. “Put it in that pretty waistband.” You did as you were told. “I was gonna come by later,” he whispered like it was a secret he didn’t want the other ghosts of the area to hear. 

“I told you, I needed groceries.” 

“You waited till it was dark to get oj and white bread?” 

“Batman’s out,” you teased, slowly regaining your sanity. Or maybe you were losing it the more you saw him. 

“We all know how fun he is.” Joker huffed a piece of hair out of his face. “I’ll pick up some milk sweets. Go home.” 

“You got plans you don’t me involved in?”

“I got places you don’t wanna be,” he promised. His voice was lower than usual and you knew there was truth behind that. You looked back down the street towards your apartment. You were closer to it then you were to the store. 

“I need eggs.” 

“Those are gonna break on the carry over but I’ll do my very best.” You rolled your eyes. “Get Batman to walk you home.” You were about to succeed to him when there was a noise above you. Like a woosh, subtle but still there. You looked up, eyes squinting in the dark. 

“You hear that?” you whispered. 

“Fun’s about to begin!” Joker grabbed your arm and pushed you to his chest. “I’m going to do something I’m known for. You just stand still huh?” You squinted at him and then there was a gun to your temple. You froze. “Come out, come out wherever you are!” 

Your breathing hitched and started to become ragged. He had just shot a man, his blood still on your shoes. You hadn’t even processed that yet and now there was a gun to your head, cold, calculated, terrifying. It wasn’t the first time he had held it to your head. You had a shocking feeling like it wouldn’t be the last. 

The murmur of movement came closer until there was someone just behind you. 

“Alone tonight Joker?” 

The voice was deep and menacing. It was distorted, like something you might hear on Halloween. But you knew who that voice belonged to. 

Joker wiped you around, gun still flush to your skin, a laughter bubbling from his lips. Batman stood there in all his glory, broad shouldered, eyes like daggers. 

“Not quite, Bats.” You tried to catch the Batman’s eyes but he was staring directly at the man holding you at gunpoint. He watched Joker’s every little moves, the staccato of his arms, the shiver of his stance. Joker dug the tip of the gun into your skull a little more. “Why don’t you let the nice lady and I go hm?”

“You know I can’t do that.” 

Joker’s hands around your other arm tightened. 

It was then you realized something startling but clear as day. You weren’t sure if it was the exaggeration of the gun against you for Batman’s sake or the demand that you stay still. 

Right then, right now, he had no intention of shooting you. 

You weren’t even sure if the safety on the gun was off. 

So what was he doing? 

“Don’t be a party pooper! It’d be a shame if I were to drop this pretty little thing in the middle of nowhere. Do you think she deserves that Bats?” 

“Never seemed to bother you before,” Batman argued. “Let her go before this gets violent.” 

“You know I love when it gets violent.” 

His other hand moved away from your arm, to the waistband behind you where your gun was. He grabbed it slowly. The smile on his face crept wider. Lightning fast he shot at the ground before the Bat’s feet and dropped you, shoving you towards the alleyway. It took you only a moment to regain your footing before you started to run away. 

You only got ten feet away when someone else grabbed your waist and scooped you up. You screamed, the first real scream of the night. Your feet were off the ground and you were going higher than you ever had on your own. 

The black cape moved against the wind, creating a foreign sensation in your legs. You were landed somewhere and your brain hadn’t even actually managed to figure out how you had got there. You gasped, unsteady on your feet when he let you go. Where were you? 

You cursed under your breath as you stumbled towards the edge of the roof. You looked down at the alleyway you had just been in. It seemed so far away. You turned around, wind wiping your hair into knots. You breathed out even more unsteady now as you used the edge of the building to steady yourself. 

Batman stood three feet in front of you. 

“What were you doing out here?”

The distortion was gone. His voice was like a man’s again, not a figures. You looked back down to the ground. Smoke was rising from where you had been, where Joker had been. Where had he run off to? You looked back to the masked man. His mystery stripped away as your brain racked for the voice’s source. 

“Getting groceries,” you promised. To your surprise, after you said the words you started to laugh. Your laughter carried into the night, louder as it went on, shocking the man in front of you. It went on too long. 

Bruce didn’t even recognize the sound. 

He knew your laugh, the one you gave him after a stupid joke or the one you had in the morning after he brought you breakfast in bed. He knew the giggles after kisses and he knew the fake ones you gave at party guests. This was none of that. What was this? 

“So this is where you were all those nights?” you questioned as your laughter fizzled out. You sat on the ledge, teetering back and forth. All of your fear had dissipated. It had been Bruce all along scaring the daylights out of you. Your fingers nimbly gripped the edge. You swang your legs back, pretending to fall. Bruce stepped forward to help, an uninterested look on his mostly covered face. 

“You shouldn’t be out this late,” he said as he walked up to you. 

“This is how you knew I ran into the Batman! You are the Batman!”

“Shush.” 

“No! This is miraculous! You ditched me for the crime in Gotham. Honestly, I kind of understand. The crime out here is just so fun.” You titled our head down, looking up at him with large eyes. “Better in bed too.” 

You had successfully silenced him for the moment. The sounds of Gotham surrounded the two of you, the sirens and the screams and the quick steps of running robbers. You pushed yourself off the edge and into his face. Your chests were flush. 

“Wanna know how I got home that night?” 

He looked down at you, scowling. He had started to shake from the anger of your words, the venom that dripped from then. How had he lost you? When had he lost you? When, in those quiet lonely nights, had you spilled your sanity and never bothered picking it back up? 

“We’re going home.” He grabbed your arm. You fought away from him. 

“No! I’m a grown woman and I can do as I please. You aren’t my keeper Bruce.” 

“Quiet your voice.”

“Oh nervous I’ll spill your secret?” You turned around, still stunned from his grip. “Batman is Bruce Wayne! Batman is B-” 

He put a hand over your mouth. You turned to him, an angry pout on your features. 

“Shut up.” You stood in silence together. He gripped your arm tighter, pulling you with him. You fought, even as he let your mouth go. You planted your feet. You wanted to be gone. You didn’t want to be with him anymore, you didn’t want to be stuck in the rut that was his trophy girlfriend. Being the superhero's girlfriend was not all it was cut out to be. Didn’t Spider-Man’s Mary-Jane always end up dead or depressed? 

“Let me g-” 

Something landed on the roof with a hollow metal clunk. You both turned to look at it. 

Smoke came from the canister behind him, seeping over the ground in spindles. Bruce let go of you, turning around to survey the area. 

In the mere second he had let go of you, someone behind you pushed you over the edge of the roof. You landed on your back on a fire escape. You cursed, adjusting your shoulders from the stark pain. You sat up and there was a hand in yours. 

It was fuzzy and you were running down the escape and you were down the alley and it was like you didn’t even feel like there was a lack of oxygen in your lungs. You ran quicker, trying to keep up with the person in front of you that was dragging you along. Miles felt like minutes. 

There was someone laughing. 

You started to realize it was you. 

-

The door to your apartment opened. You hadn’t locked it. Your lips were on his before the door even shut. It was combated by insane giggles and surefire cackles. He threw his arms around you, pushing you against the door.

“You think Bats know where we are?” he questioned against your lips. You hummed, putting your head against the door. 

“Bruce sure does.”

“Fun.” He kissed you again, deeper. Who would’ve thought he’d find out who Batman was through the girl he almost killed a couple days ago. He locked the door behind you and stumbled with you to the bedroom. 

He would dip you in a chemical plant or something tomorrow. He was almost positive you would ask how high if he asked you to jump. Right now he would keep you inside, enjoy the night. You would trace his scars and ask questions he didn’t know the answers to. 

He pushed you onto the bed, towering over you. 

You laughed.

[barclaysangel]

The Birth of Jun (transfem Juniper Wheeler AU)

I literally wrote this within about 5 hours, which is crazy. I lost sleep just to finish this to make sure it’ll be posted by morning. I’m still nervous to post it since this is my first time writing for this AU and I just hope y’all like it. If you guys do, then MAYBE I’ll write a second part where Jun gets the name Juniper. Maybe.

Anyway, this is setting in the Final Family/Chucky season 2 rewrite AU where Jun survives and lives with Andy in the middle of the woods, torturing and killing Chuckys together. Because canon does not exist to me, obviously. I’ve written drabbles/oneshots about this AU before and this is just another one but with transfem Juniper.

If you guys really do like this, pls leave comments, it insanely fuels my motivation! I thrive off it and I’ll also appreciate some feedback since this is my first time writing a trans character.

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @the-carlos-cow-eyes @erasedmystic111 @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Internalized transphobia, mentions of suicidal ideation, cursing

There was something wrong with Junior. 

That much she had always known, ever since she could remember. She wanted to be a princess, not a prince. A mermaid, not a merman. She wanted to be something that she could never be. 

But Junior hid it for so long, and she hid it well. She buried that part of herself so deep down that no one would ever suspect it growing up. She became the perfect “masculine, traditional son” that her father wanted. She destroyed every single part of herself and burnt it all to the ground just to please him. 

And even though she killed her own father, she still would have done it all over again. 

Gods, she was pathetic. Pathetic and stupid and dirty and broken. 

Despite Junior’s efforts to hide her dirty little secret from the world, she still had moments where it would bubble and come up again. The dysphoria with her short hair, flat chest, and other features that just didn’t feel right. It would be bad enough at times where she wanted to curl into a ball and cry all the fucking time. 

But she would have no choice but to pull herself together and keep up the act, just like she always did. 

However, this moment wasn’t like the other moments with her father. It wasn’t him she had to worry about, but Andy. 

Andy wasn’t like her father at all. He was patient, understanding, and kind. Her father would be ashamed if Junior ever cried in front of him and tell him to “Stop being a pussy and pull yourself together, you’re a man!”, but Andy would hold her in his arms and comfort her. He had been there through every mental breakdown, depressive episodes, nightmares, moments of self-destructive tendencies, all of it. 

Andy stayed right by her side and never budged despite how much Junior tried to push him away. She pushed and pushed and pushed but he never stayed away through it all. 

Junior wasn’t used to that. When she pushed people away and burned bridges to the ground, it stayed that way. Just look at her relationship with Jake. But Andy refused to be pushed away and has made it very clear to her that he wasn’t planning to go anywhere. 

Yet that still didn’t reassure her for some reason. It still filled her with so much fear if Andy ever looked too hard and realized just how broken and defective she really was. 

So once again, Junior hid it. She hid her secret under lock and key and made sure to keep her masculine act on display. 

But then the dysphoric moment hit hard, harder than before, and she wanted to die. 

Junior didn’t want to leave her cot. Her appetite was long gone. She just tried to bury herself deep into her blankets and hoped that one of the Chuckys she and Andy had been torturing could escape and stab her to death, finally finishing his job that he failed to do months ago. 

Andy had been no stranger to her being depressed. They had been staying at that small cabin for almost 5 months, it was now the beginning of April. Sometimes he would give Junior some space if she truly needed it but most of the time, he would be there to offer her food and water and just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. He hardly left her alone when she got like this. 

She didn’t blame him. Andy was probably worried that she would take one of his guns and end it all. 

Not like that idea wasn’t tempting. 

But right now, Junior wanted to be alone. She wanted to forget that the weather was getting warmer, which would make her have to ditch the hoodies and reveal the parts of herself that she hated. She just couldn’t bear to go through this, she would much rather hide away for hours or even days. Just as long as she would feel just slightly normal again. 

However, she never really was that lucky. 

“Junior?” She heard after the three light knocks, shuddering deeply and tearing up from the sound of her own name, like something about it was just wrong. “Can I come in?”

Curse Andy for respecting her privacy and boundaries. Logan would just barge in without a warning. Despite everything she was feeling, she still managed a small “Uh huh…” to placate him since she knew he would just be more worried if she refused. 

Andy opened the door slowly and she could smell why. Even without moving from her position under the blankets, she could smell the food that Andy was bringing in. When he stood beside her cot, Junior lowered the blankets enough to see the plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Normally that would make her mouth water but this time, it made her stomach churn. 

“I know you may not feel like eating right now, but I can’t let you go the whole day without something in your system. Can you try to eat something please?” Andy spoke gently to her, placing the plate and the mug on the floor beside the cot. 

Junior merely shook her head slightly. “I’ll eat later. ‘M not hungry.” She mumbled before putting the pillow from under her head now on top of her face. 

Andy sighed quietly but instead of leaving, he sat down on the edge of the cot. “Kid, I can’t let you starve. I’m not asking you to finish off the plate, but just have a few bites with your coffee. Please?” 

She didn’t say anything this time, her silence was enough of an answer. 

“Junior, c’mon,” She shivered and squeezed her eyes shut when Andy said her name again, “I know you’re not in the mood but you’re gonna just make yourself feel worse. Remember what happened a few weeks ago?” 

She wished she couldn’t. Going nearly the entire day without eating only to almost binge afterwards, resulting in her throwing her guts up. But Andy was with her the whole time, rubbing her back and keeping an arm around her so she would stay supported rather than to fall face first into her own vomit from exhaustion along with cleaning her up afterwards once she was finished hurling and crying. 

No matter what, Andy stayed with her through everything. 

Imagine if he found out you thought you were a girl, Junior thought bitterly to herself, He’d despise you and leave you then without a doubt. 

She stiffened briefly when she felt a hand on her ankle from over the blankets before recognizing Andy’s touch, relaxing just slightly. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Junior quickly shook her head from under the pillow. She couldn’t, she absolutely couldn’t. For the first time, she didn’t want to ruin something good. She already felt like she was one wrong move from spilling it all. 

She just needed to keep her mouth shut and hold it all in. She could do it, she’s been doing it her entire life. She can keep going. 

Andy gave her a gentle and reassuring squeeze to her ankle. “Okay. I just want you to know that I’m here if you do want to talk. I don’t need to talk, I can just listen to as much as you need me to. Alright, Junior?” 

Junior winced and wasn’t able to swallow down the whimper this time, which immediately got Andy’s attention. 

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?” She couldn’t see his face but she knew that he would be wearing that concerned frown, the one where he genuinely acted worried for her. 

Junior shook her head again, keeping her eyes closed because she knew she would break down and cry. Andy needed to leave now before she would completely lose her mind. 

The hand on her ankle moved to her back, rubbing small circles there to comfort her. “Junior?” 

“Stop…” 

Andy paused from his motions. “What?” 

“Stop…calling me that!” Junior didn’t know why but it was like something shattered inside of her, like the dam in her finally broke. 

She ripped the pillow off of her head and bolted upright, the suddenness making Andy back up slightly. “I have tried so fucking hard to be Junior! To be the perfect son Junior. The cross-country star Junior. The strong and masculine Junior. I have ripped myself to shreds and molded myself to be what everyone else wanted me to be! But for what? It’s not fucking worth it because I’m not! I’m not Junior! I’m not a boy! I’ve tried so fucking hard but I’m not, I just keep trying and trying but nothing fucking works anymore! I’m so sorry but that isn’t me, this fucking isn’t me! I’m too broken and fucked up to be Junior and to be a fucking boy!” 

Junior didn’t realize she was screaming until she finally stopped, her voice hoarse. And no one said a word. Andy stared at her with wide eyes and an unreadable expression as reality slowly settled in. 

Oh fuck…what did I just do?

She started shaking, her breathing picked up and she hid her face in her hands, sobbing. “I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean it, I was l-lying, I-I-I…” for some reason, now she couldn’t even get the words out after everything from how hard she was hyperventilating. 

Congratulations, you fucking idiot. You really did it now. You ruined it. Now Andy will think you’re disgusting. He’ll hate you. He’ll throw you out and finally leave you alone, just like you deserve, you pathetic piece of sh–

Andy’s hands went around Junior’s body, pulling her closer to him carefully until her cheek was pressed to the crook of his neck, one hand now rubbing her back up and down soothingly. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, breathe. Take some deep breaths, kiddo. Just follow my breathing, okay? Breathe…” 

She was shaking through her sobs, her hands clinging onto Andy’s shirt tightly in her fists. His other hand went up to cradle the back of her head so softly as if she was something gentle and precious to him. Junior could hardly breathe but Andy kept guiding her, speaking to her kindly until she was able to finally pull in deep breaths with his help. 

They barely spoke, with Junior crying and Andy whispering reassurances to her. When she started to calm down, she didn’t move, she felt too mortified. It felt like one wrong move, and Andy would finally turn her away. 

“Kiddo?” He finally spoke, “Do you remember what I’ve always told you? About what I want for you?” 

Junior sniffled, still crying but not nearly as badly while holding onto Andy’s shirt still for dear life. “For…for me t-to be a kid…” 

“Yeah, that too. But what else?” 

She thought about it longer this time, hesitating. “…that you-you want me to be h-happy…” 

Andy moved away just slightly, making her whimper again but instead he adjusted himself to fully face Junior and hold her face in his hands. “Exactly. I care about you, kid. I’ve had since the moment you basically passed out on my doorstep. All I want is for you to be happy. And if being a boy doesn’t make you happy…then stop trying. Stop putting yourself through that pain, okay? Just…just be yourself.” 

He was looking at her so seriously yet so gently, as if all that mattered in that moment was her. Unshed tears began building up again in her eyes and Andy continued speaking. “I mean it. I will never judge you for who you are. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere just because you aren’t a boy. I swear on the River Styx.” 

That oath meant more to Junior than any other sort of promise. It was an oath from Percy Jackson, and really any kind of Greek mythology. They both knew how serious that oath was. And for that reason, it was what gave her the push that she needed to finally come out. 

“Andy…I…I’m a girl…” her voice was tiny but it was still enough for Andy to hear, starting to cry again but he pulled her back into a hug. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” He reassured her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I’m so fucking proud of you, kiddo. I promise I am. I know this wasn’t easy for you, I can’t even begin to imagine how long you’ve felt like this but never said anything. So thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.” 

Junior cried a little harder at that, still not entirely used to having someone tell her that they were proud of her. But this time, the tears were more of relief and she just completely leaned against him. 

Never in her life did she ever think she’d actually come out and tell someone this secret. She just thought she had to fight the feeling down further and further until it disappeared or it just ended up killing her. 

But no. She lost it and everything spilled out. But…it didn’t end up badly like she thought it would. 

Andy accepted her. He accepted her without another thought. Strong and tough and badass Andy accepted her and told her that he was proud of her for coming out. 

This felt almost like a dream, something too good to be true for Junior. 

“So…I suppose you don’t want to be called by that name anymore, right?” Andy asked and she nodded in response, gripping onto his shirt again. “Okay. Is there…another name I can call you? It doesn’t need to be your permanent name, it could be like a…placeholder. Just something temporary until you can figure out a name that makes you feel like you.” 

She didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking long and hard before settling on something simple. “Maybe just…Jun. For now. Jun. Without an E at the end.” 

Andy nodded and lightly leaned his cheek to her head. “Jun without an E at the end, got it.” 

Jun could practically hear the smile on Andy’s face and lazily hit his side with the back of her hand. “You’re a dork…” 

“Yeah, yeah I am. But so are you, so…” Andy poked Jun’s side, making her giggle before she yawned, her dysphoric episode and breakdown now tuckering her out. 

“You tired, kiddo?” He asked and she yawned again while nodding, not moving from her position. 

“Can I just…stay here? For a bit? Please?” Jun asked quietly and almost immediately, his hand went up to her hair and stroked her hair softly, causing her to close her eyes. 

“Sure you can. And I’ll stay right here with you too. But as soon as you wake up and get hydrated, you need to eat, okay?” Andy told her, accepting his fate to have Jun fall asleep on his shoulder. 

She nodded, yawning once more as a sense of pure peace and bliss filled her. She knew she was safe now. Nothing would happen to her. 

“Thank you Andy…” Jun murmured under her breath. 

Just before she could drift off, she felt Andy kiss her forehead, one hand playing with her hair and the other being secured around her body. “Anytime. Goodnight, Jun.” 

[shubblelive]

i’ve been running this blog since i was 15 years old, i started out as @ nihachusnebula , then @ sunshiineshelby , then @ https-glowduo for a long time until finally i became em emily shubblelive.

this blog has been my home for nearly 3 years, and to the nearly 700 people who follow me, i cannot thank you enough. anyone who’s ever liked, reblogged or read one of my fics, you’re absolutely wonderful, and i’m so grateful. but i think this is it for me.

to everyone who has left a request in my inbox, i am sorry. but with everything that’s been going on, i don’t think this blog is right for me anymore. i’m not going to be deleting it/any of my posts, because i get every single message that you guys send saying you love my fics, and that makes me so so happy. i hope people continue to find joy where i can’t in this blog anymore.

i’m not going to name anybody, but there are people on here specifically who greatly contributed to this decision. the community on tumblr quite frankly disappoints me. not just in the recent events that have unfolded, but for months. the dsmp/former dsmp fanfiction community is so incredibly toxic now, and i cannot be a part of it anymore.

people disrespecting streamer’s boundaries, bending over backwards to justify their actions (especially in nsfw contexts). if you see a post saying “i can’t support x streamer because of their actions” and your first thought is “wow, i can’t believe this person took my comfort streamer away.” then i’m sorry, but that’s literally an insane thought. i’ve ignored people’s behaviours for months, i give everyone the benefit of the doubt, i like to think nobody has malicious intentions. but going “you’re parasocial and creepy if you don’t support a person, you don’t know them, they’re not your friends.” just kind of doesn’t cut it in certain scenarios.

with everything the dsmp fan community has gone through in the past few years, this week has truly upset me. it’s the final straw i think.

im not quitting writing, i’m just quitting this blog. if i ever come back with a new blog and a new fandom, i’ll let you know where to find me. i appreciate every single ounce of support that i’ve received over the last 3 years. i’ve made some of my closest friends on this blog. caroline, mar, and so many other people, they’re all so wonderful, and i truly can’t blame people like caroline and florence for leaving because look at what is left.

with all of the love i can physically carry and then some more. - em <3