#Verse;; Post Defeat...?

[dr-starline]

【🤖】— ❝I didn't think you'd care so much.❞ (This is Eggman btw)

🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰. ;; Status: Accepting

"Oh, Doctor. Of course I care! Why, I'd hardly entertain being here if it wasn't for the fact!" The platypus let out a laugh that definitely sounded more like scoff. "But I know you hardly care for the sentimentality of a lackey or assistant when there is work to be done."

Hand withdrawing through a swirling portal with the flourish of the wrist, and a proud smile, Doctor Starline produced just the multi-tool that Eggman had been looking for! ...That he had apparently memorized the location of just to be helpful. He truly had been so lucky this new dimension housed the Warp Topaz as well once he found himself here. He carefully placed it into the awaiting hand as he took a step back, giving him space to work. He'd certainly hate to crowd the man while he was focused but still giving him the time of day...

"I suppose skepticism is understandable, but it has been a bit of time since you've allowed me to work for you! It is my job to make sure you are attended to, and attend I shall! As long as you allow me, sir."

[lil-vibes]

hiii for narinder ask game – 4 and 17!!!

4. Does the Red Crown give him any unique powers such as the power of rot (a la TROD AU)?

Okay so he has a couple! I'm a big fan of the clasic decaying/rotting things with his hands ofc, however the innate power here would be to shorten a person's life, to drain the very mortality from them so that they may cross his domain faster. But because he's insane, at some point in his bishop life he engraved runes into his bones that amplify this into outright rotting. He's basically preforming little mini rituals everytime he rots something :3 (imagine the hand is more boney im still too artblocked to do bones 😔)

He's aware of the soul and his third eye let's him see things that are normally invisible to normal people (be it magic traces, ghosts, places where the veil between the overworld and the Gateway is thin, illnesses, ect ect).

He is also an incredible conduit for any sort of magic and very easily resonates with spells or rituals and the Crown enhances that by a lot. Fun fact, his favourite spells to cast are common channeling/charging types that are generally weak but he overloads them with magic to the point of them almost combusting, thus turning them far deadlier than the more complicated ones in his arsenal :3

Also when the Red Crown is fully his, he cannot die because it'll keep on regenarating any injury. A fragment of a bone could be what's left of him and he'll be up and about in mere minutes! (Big reason why he was chained in the first place besides him being family and all. They simply couldn't kill him even if they wanted to.)

17. How ears is he on a scale of 1-10?

A solid 7 I'd say. He definitely wakes up with his ears folded inside out lol

(question list)

[jungwnies]

F1 GRID (1/2) | being lifted onto a counter

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, & charles leclerc (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon 🫐) : your f1 boyfriend picking you up on the counter... or maybe even vice verse for shits and giggles ;)

୨ৎ : genre : comedic romance & slightly suggestive (for some drivers) ୨ৎ : tws : suggestive if you SQUINT ୨ৎ : word count : 1893

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : y'all it's freaking race weekend finally... i can feel the winter depression leaving my body 👻

ʚ・max verstappen

max was feeling smug.

not that it was unusual, but this time, he had good reason.

he had just lifted you onto the kitchen counter with zero effort, hands firm on your waist, placing you there like you weighed nothing. you had gasped, mildly startled, but it was hard to argue when his grin was so self-satisfied.

“there,” he said, standing between your legs, his hands still resting on your thighs. “problem solved.”

you arched a brow at him, trying not to melt at how good he looked with his post-workout messy hair and that stupid smirk. “oh? and what exactly was the problem?”

max shrugged, fingers giving a playful squeeze to your legs. “you were in my way.”

you scoffed, lightly smacking his shoulder. “you just like showing off.”

his smirk widened. “you love it.”

you rolled your eyes, but your fingers didn’t move from where they clung to the fabric of his hoodie. “i could lift you too,” you blurted out, immediately regretting it.

max paused.

his eyebrows slowly lifted, amusement twinkling in his blue eyes. “oh yeah?”

you hesitated for a split second but quickly doubled down. “yeah. i bet i could lift you.”

max chuckled, fully entertained now. “go on, then.”

and that was how you found yourself attempting to lift a nearly 6-foot, 160-pound world champion off the ground like you had something to prove.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, bent your knees, took a deep breath… and nothing happened.

max did not budge.

instead, you let out a strangled grunt, your arms barely managing to shift him an inch before your muscles gave out.

max was dying laughing, barely holding himself up as he leaned into you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he shook with laughter.

“oh my god,” he wheezed. “are you even trying?”

you groaned, face hot, still stubbornly trying to heave him upwards. “you’re—way heavier than you look!”

max tilted his head, grinning. “are you calling me fat?”

“yes,” you gasped, dramatically collapsing against him, completely out of breath. “you’re made of bricks.”

he was grinning like an idiot now. “maybe you just need to train harder.”

“oh, shut up.”

max smirked, leaning in way too close, his hands firm on your hips again. “admit it,” he murmured. “you like when i do all the lifting.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you’re insufferable.”

his smirk widened. “still stuck up here, though.”

and yeah, you were. but you were never admitting defeat.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

the kitchen was warm with the scent of fresh coffee and something sweet, probably the pastries lewis had insisted on picking up this morning. you were barely awake, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, standing by the counter and lazily stirring your tea.

lewis, fresh from his morning workout, had already found his way behind you, arms loosely wrapping around your waist. his chest was firm against your back, radiating warmth.

“you’re in my way,” he murmured, but his hands were sliding against your hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of the hoodie that was very much his.

“you came into my kitchen,” you pointed out, sipping your tea.

“our kitchen,” he corrected smoothly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

you could hear the smirk in his voice.

before you could fire back with something equally smug, lewis’s hands suddenly gripped your waist, and before you knew it, you were lifted effortlessly off the ground. a surprised gasp left your lips as he set you down onto the kitchen counter, placing himself between your legs.

your heart stuttered at the sudden shift.

“lewis,” you laughed breathlessly, palms pressing against his chest. “what—”

he leaned in, his face dangerously close to yours, his hands sliding to rest against your thighs.

“you were making things difficult down there,” he murmured, his fingers teasingly brushing against your skin. “this is a much better angle.”

your breath hitched slightly, eyes flickering to his lips before snapping back to his teasing gaze. “you could have just asked me to move.”

lewis smirked, tilting his head. “where’s the fun in that?”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you just wanted an excuse to put me here, didn’t you?”

he hummed, fingers still tracing slow, absentminded circles against your thigh. “maybe.”

your body betrayed you, warmth creeping up your neck at how easily he could make your knees weak.

lewis noticed. of course he did.

his lips brushed against your jaw, feather-light. “are you flustered?”

you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off, but your fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of his hoodie. “you wish.”

he grinned, hands squeezing your thighs slightly. “you’re right,” he murmured, voice lower now. “i don’t have to wish.”

and just like that, your entire morning plans shifted.

ʚ・george russell

you were standing by the kitchen counter, still wrapped in one of george’s oversized shirts, attempting to make coffee when two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

a lazy smile spread across your face. “good morning to you too.”

george hummed against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your exposed skin. “mmm… morning, love,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. his arms tightened slightly, pulling you closer into his warmth. “why are you up so early?”

you laughed softly, leaning into his hold. “it’s almost ten.”

“that’s early.”

you rolled your eyes, feeling his lips brush against your neck again. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m on vacation,” he reminded you, burying his face in your shoulder like he could melt into you completely. “and i don’t want to start my day without at least five minutes of properly cuddling you.”

you smiled, melting at how soft he was in the mornings. george was always composed, always put together—but here, in the quiet of a vacation morning, with the warmth of the sun on his skin and no race weekend stress in sight, he was nothing but yours.

you turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. “what if we just stay here all day?” you suggested, voice teasing.

george lifted his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “i love the way you think.”

and before you could even react, he effortlessly lifted you onto the kitchen counter, his hands firm on your waist.

you gasped, clutching onto his shoulders. “george!”

he grinned, stepping between your legs, his hands sliding up to cradle your face. “now i have your full attention.”

“you always have my full attention.”

his smirk softened into something sweeter. “good,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

the coffee sat forgotten on the counter, the warm breeze from the open windows making the moment feel even dreamier.

“best vacation ever,” he mumbled against your lips, pulling you even closer.

and with the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, you had to agree.

ʚ・carlos sainz

it started as a completely innocent idea.

you had seen carlos do it before—effortlessly lifting you onto the kitchen counter like you weighed nothing, always with that smug little grin. it was annoying how easy he made it look.

so, today, you decided to flip the script.

carlos was standing at the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while waiting for the kettle to boil. his posture was relaxed, completely unsuspecting. it was perfect.

you took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, attempting to lift him off the ground.

attempting.

because the second you tried to pull him up, you immediately regretted it.

carlos didn’t budge.

not even an inch.

if anything, you were pretty sure you moved yourself more than you moved him.

carlos, who had barely even reacted, finally glanced over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “what… exactly are you doing?”

your arms were still locked around his waist, your feet planted firmly as you tried one more desperate attempt. you groaned, using every muscle in your body to lift him.

nothing.

carlos grinned, setting his phone down. “are you trying to pick me up?”

you panted, feeling a bead of sweat forming. “yes. shut up.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “good try, amor.”

before you could even process his words, his hands were suddenly gripping your waist, and in one smooth motion, he lifted you clean off the floor.

a surprised yelp left your lips as he spun you around and set you down directly onto the counter.

carlos, still grinning, stepped between your legs, his hands still firmly on your waist. “that,” he said, tilting his head, “is how you do it.”

you scowled, crossing your arms. “unfair advantage. you’ve been training your whole life.”

carlos hummed, looking way too pleased with himself. “and you thought a sneak attack would work?”

“i thought you’d be caught off guard!”

he chuckled, leaning in closer, his voice teasing. “you think i don’t always expect your little tricks?”

you huffed dramatically. “one day, i’ll lift you.”

carlos smirked, pressing a slow kiss to your cheek. “mmm. looking forward to it, cariño.”

and somehow, that felt like an even bigger challenge.

ʚ・charles leclerc

the party was in full swing, music humming through the air, laughter spilling from different corners of the room. you were standing near the bar, chatting with a few friends, sipping on your drink when you felt a familiar warmth press against your back.

charles.

“having fun?” he murmured, his breath brushing against your ear.

you smiled, not bothering to turn around. “i was… until some guy started interrupting my conversation.”

charles chuckled, his hands casually sliding around your waist, his fingers pressing gently into your sides. “some guy, hmm?”

“mmm.” you took another sip, playing along. “he’s kind of annoying.”

before you could tease him any further, his grip suddenly tightened, and before you even had time to process, you were lifted effortlessly into the air.

a surprised gasp escaped your lips as he set you onto the bar counter, right in front of everyone.

“charles!” you smacked his chest, your legs dangling off the edge as he grinned up at you.

his green eyes sparkled mischievously, hands still casually resting on your thighs as he leaned in just a little closer. “what? you looked too nice standing there, i wanted you at my level.”

“you are so improper,” you scolded, fighting back a smile.

“maybe,” he murmured, his smirk turning softer as his fingers lightly traced circles against your skin. “but you love it.”

before you could retort, a dramatic groan echoed from behind you.

“oh my god, can you two not?”

you glanced over your shoulder to see lando, rolling his eyes, drink in hand, looking utterly unimpressed.

pierre, standing beside him, shook his head. “they do this everywhere.”

“i’m sick of it,” carlos added, taking a sip of his wine. “they don’t even care we’re here.”

charles, completely unbothered, grinned up at you. “jealous?”

lando scoffed. “of you? no. of her? maybe.”

you laughed, finally giving in and threading your fingers through charles’s hair, letting your other hand rest on his cheek. “fine,” you sighed dramatically. “i guess i’ll keep you.”

charles leaned into your touch, smirk fading into something sweeter. “good,” he murmured. “because i’m not going anywhere.”

and as much as your friends complained, neither of you moved.

2021-2025 © jungwnies | All rights reserved. Do not repost, plagiarize, or translate

[dr-starline]

Oh this felt SO sketchy. It has bad vibes written all over it, wrapped in red flags, topped off with a ticking time bomb of a bow on top. There was NO way that Starline would fall for all this unabashed flattery, right? He'd see through the friendly and kind demeanor and know it was all just a scam, right-

"I... I am beyond flattered you found my work so- So influential. So- Helpful even! To know I was able to assist in anyway way fills me with such accomplishment... Kiril. ... Did you... Perhaps have any questions you wished to ask me? You said the research was not entirely put together... I'd be happy to expand on anything that might aid you in your pursuits."

Oh god they're on first name basis?? Someone stop this menace.

Nega touches one hand to his chest, moving with a slight bow to the Mobian. He's radiating enthusiasm, like a student talking to a treasured professor. Not a hint of imperiousness or disdain in his voice.

"Please, feel free to call me Kiril, Doctor Starline."

"You informed much of my own experimentation. I would not have achieved half of what I've done without the thorough research you left behind.

I'm pleased to have this opportunity to thank you."

[bloomseishiro]

A STUPID CELEBRITY CRUSH — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — you should be your boyfriend’s biggest fan, right? so why did rin find your twitter logged into a fan account of another former blue lock contestant? 

itoshi rin x reader. fluff, pro soccer player!rin, established relationship, rin is silly and so is reader :p, blue lock manga spoilers (ch 298 events mentioned!) 

word count. 1.3k

Itoshi Rin isn’t exactly someone who is well-versed in fan culture. 

He doesn’t even run his official social media accounts himself. Why would he need to when he has a manager and a team for that? 

Still, he knows the basics. He’s aware there are delusional fans who think they have a chance with him. He knows about fan accounts and fan sites that post about his goals, his everyday outfits, and everything in between. While there are parasocial fans his security team has to keep an eye out for, Rin knows most fans are just there for harmless fun, though he himself doesn’t understand it. 

Rin also knows he’s not the only soccer player with a large fanbase. Isagi’s following is huge, his team has informed him. Kaiser’s as well. Hell, even Bachira and Kunigami are well liked for whatever reason. 

You’re someone who enjoys following the current events of soccer, Rin knows that, but it seems he never understood to what extent you were actually into it. 

That is, until he walks by your computer screen and sees it opened to a blown up photo of Nagi Seishiro. 

Rin blinks as he notices the face on your PC that is not his own. What the hell is that? 

You aren’t at your desk—meaning you are either using the bathroom or grabbing a snack—and so he exits out of the image with a huff. You don’t need to be staring at Nagi when you return. 

When he closes the screen, however, he sees the same photo as your profile picture on Twitter. he stills. There is no way that’s your personal account, or Rin would’ve noticed that atrocity of an icon you had. As he takes a closer look, he sees the display name of “NAGI’S #1 GLAZER” and scratches his head in confusion. 

What the fuck is a glazer and why does it sound explicit? 

Rin wants to respect your privacy, but a bigger part of him has to know what this is. Why is your computer on this account? Why is it logged in? And if this is your secret fan account, why the hell is it of Nagi and not him? 

“Oh! Hey, babe,” he hears you greet from behind his back. 

“What is a glazer?” 

“A w-what?” you stammer nervously, rushing beside him to look at your computer. 

“What’s a glazer?” repeats Rin, tone unamused. 

You close your eyes in defeat, sighing as you plop down on your seat. ��You saw my fan account, didn’t you?”

“It’s difficult to miss,” he retorts. “Another man’s face was blown up on your 27-inch screen.”

“I was just changing my profile picture,” you say meekly. “I wasn’t staring at it, or anything.”

Rin frowns, feeling a dull pit in his stomach. So it is your account. That means you have a fanpage of Nagi Seishiro of all people. 

He stays silent, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

A few beats pass before you look up at him with wide eyes and furrowed brows. “Rin, you know the fan account is just for fun, right? As a fan of the soccer player. I don’t know Nagi as a person—only the parts the public is able to see. Like a stupid celebrity crush!”

The frown stays on his face, but the lines are less severe. 

“But you,” you say, “I know the real you. And I love both what you show to the public, and what you show to only me.” 

“Then why isn’t your fan account of me?” he counters, and even Rin hears the bitterness in his own voice. 

You blink. “Because that’s weird. You can’t have a fan account of your boyfriend.”

“You should only have a fan account of your boyfriend,” he mutters dryly. “Why are you a fan of Nagi anyway? He didn’t even make it to the U-20 World Cup back in the day.”

At his words, your spine straightens and a pout forms on your face. “Hey! You can’t just say that. It’s too soon!” 

“It’s been years!” 

You sniffle, folding your arms across your chest. “Not enough years! But that is part of the reason I like him as a player so much.”

“Because he got eliminated and couldn’t keep up with the rest of us?”

“Rin!” you chastise, tears forming in the corners of your eyes much to his surprise. “Nagi got eliminated when we least expected… It seemed so hopeless for a while. I was heartbroken! But then he makes a huge comeback and becomes an even greater soccer player than before! All on his own, too. It shows he can be hardworking and dedicated, and his skill isn’t just from pure useless talent!” 

After your long spiel that Rin thinks sounded just a bit delusional, he sighs. “So you like Nagi as a soccer player more than me?”

“No, of course not!” you protest, standing up from your chair and staring firmly into his eyes. “You are still my favorite soccer player. My favorite person in the world, in fact.”

His gaze softens but he still can’t help but be skeptical. 

You exhale gently as you elaborate, “I’ve had that account since I was young—a high schooler watching you guys change what it means to play soccer. I’ve made lots of friends from there, some I still talk to today! It’s not all about Nagi, though we do hope he’ll become one of the world’s best players. Still, he’ll never compete with you, Rin.” With a warm smile, you pinch his cheek. “You’re always number one to me.” 

“That’s not what your display name says,” he mumbles, but there is no sharpness in his voice. 

Groaning, you insist, “It’s just a stupid meme name. You don’t have to worry, I promise. I don’t even know what a glazer is! I just see people using it a lot on social media lately! I have to try staying trendy with the young ones…”

Rin snorts. That does sound like something you would do. 

“I’ll change it if you want,” you offer hesitantly. “I don’t want this to be something that causes issues with us—”

“It’s fine,” he interrupts. 

Rin is jealous. Rin is possessive. Rin doesn’t want anyone else to be number one in your heart. But he doesn’t want to control you. You told him not to worry and offered him reassurance, and though he still wants to rip Nagi’s throat out with his bare hands, he knows he has to trust you. It’s not something that comes easy to him, but it’s something the two of you built together in your relationship. You bring out a better side of him, one that isn’t always angry and bitter and obsessed with the past. 

“It sounds like a weird hobby,” he says with a huff, “but if you enjoy it, then I won’t stop you.”

You smile at his begrudging support. “It is a silly hobby, but that’s all it is. You are the one I love and the only person I obsess over in real life.” 

“Good.” Rin smirks. “Then you won’t mind when I destroy Nagi’s chances of winning the world cup?” 

Your eyes widen as another pout starts to settle in. “D-destroy?” you repeat mournfully.

He nods.

“I suppose if you are the one doing it,” you say, “then it’s okay. I’ll always root for whatever team you’re on.”

“As you should.” 

“I always will,” you promise, sticking your pinky out. 

Rin shakes his head at the childish gesture, but the smile on his lips betrays him. He interlocks his pinky with yours and makes a promise of his own. 

Rin will be the world’s best striker and beat everyone else, including Isagi and now, Nagi. And he knows you will be by his side when it happens. 

[dr-starline]

"So are you wearing pants that match your fur or are you Donald Ducking it out there because I genuinely can't tell."

"Oh, Darling- What a turn of phrase! But honestly, you'd be hard pressed to find any Mobian that's male presenting that would willingly wear pants. I do own a few pairs that I've made myself, but there is simply no clothing shops that mass produce them! No demand, no supply. I'm one of many who simply chooses not to... The way fabric sits on tails can be quite uncomfortable, which is also why you mostly see female presenting Mobians wear dresses, jumpsuits, or something that doesn't cling to the form at all."

"Besides- Not like there's anything to hide. Unless you know what to look for."

[titaniasfairy]

i just pray that you’re alright

did yall miss me? 🤭 ik it’s been a long long time (a lil over a year) since i’ve written, but i recently saw sinners (3 times, seeing it again tomorrow) in theaters and couldn’t get enough of jack o’connell’s performance in it. so here’s a little something and if yall want more please lmk!!! - bear 🐻

pairing: remmick/reader

cw: female reader, reader’s appearance is not described, i tried to make this as inclusive as possible, this is fairly sfw (for now)

you waited every damn night for him. for the first few weeks you’d sit on your wooden porch, staring out into dark blue skies over the cotton fields surrounding your home until they faded into a light morning haze and eventually bled into a screaming orange. when you’d see the sun you knew to go, turning back in defeat.

whether it was hot, cold, windy, or pouring you’d sit on the step, leaning against a post. some days you stared for so long you’d see him, looking exactly how he did that night. his shadow would linger in the distance,but once you blinked, he was gone.

you even prayed for god to bring him back around. you’d kneel over your bed, bible open to whatever chapter and whatever verse and pleaded to the lord to bring him back to you until your knees were bruised and your face was red and damp from the tears.

your mama knew, too. she’d watch you sleep during the day and mope around until the sun finally hid. “i’m startin’ to think you’re nocturnal, girl.” she’d say to you. at night she’d hear your mumbling prayers through the walls, your trembling voice filled with a sickening melancholy. fortunately for you, your symptoms appeared as those of a moody teenager, not a lovesick girl waiting for a hellish monster.

the summer before had been the best days of what was left of your girlhood. you met him on a sunday after evening service, when the sun had freshly set and the moon was beginning to creep into the sky. mama had already gone home while you helped reset the sanctuary for bible study the next week.

he was sitting on a stump when you first saw him, with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth and arms crossed. he had nearly scared you out of your shoes.

“evenin’ darlin’, hope i didn’t frighten you.”

his shoulders were broad and he appeared to be well-built, with his blue dress shirt open with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. you were ashamed to admit it then, but you couldn’t help but find him handsome.

“well you certainly did”

he had a sly grin on his face and an almost boyish look to him. he appeared to be disheveled, but in a handsome way.

“wasn’t my intention to”

his suspenders were sat loosely on his shoulders while he tapped the ash out of the cig, his eyes not leaving your’s. you looked him up and down, but nothing about him reminded you of anyone you had ever seen. that night he was unfamiliar to you, but soon enough you would have him memorized.

“i don’t think i’ve seen you before.”

he chuckled and brought the cigarette back to his mouth, inhaling the tobacco and all the toxins that came with it. with a slow exhale he revealed

“i don’t come around often, sugar.”

you cocked your head and looked at him funny, like he was being mysterious on purpose.

“what’s your name, then?”

“remmick”

you’d never heard a name like that before. you wondered where it came from and who gave it to him.

“and what might you be doing outside the church, remmick?”

“can’t a man listen to the good word on the lord’s day?”

your sundays since were spent thinking about remmick, you itched for service to finish so you could slip out the back door and see him on that stump. after hours of talking and sharing secrets, he’d walk you home and disappear into the woods bordering your backyard.

some days he’d talk while you listened, others you would complain about the farm and all that mama had you doing. whatever you would speak about, you always had his undivided attention no matter the circumstances. you found solace in those blue eyes of his, no one had ever made you feel so seen.

eventually he began appearing on your back porch on weeknights, saying he couldn’t wait all week to see you again.

one night was especially hard. you’d gotten the letter from the army that one of your brothers wouldn’t be coming home. that night, no words were exchanged between you and remmick. you took refuge in his arms and ached in the silence. you hadn’t even told him about the letter, but somehow he knew.

it wasn’t long until your lips found his. remmick’s intimacy wasn’t a hastily performed jig, it was a carefully constructed waltz between the two of you. despite his rugged appearance, remmick was nothing if not a gentleman. his calloused hands were as gentle as ever, treating your body as if it were made out of glass. he whispered sweet nothings into your ear while sending you to what felt like heaven, making the sinful feel downright holy.

but eventually the day came after night. you had left church only to find the stump empty, with no trace of your lover. you called his name but to no avail, eventually walking home alone for the first time in months. the week passed without any sign of remmick anywhere, no note, no message, no sign.

his absence felt like a slow and painful death, gradually sucking the life out of you with each passing sunrise. he told you to wait for him if he ever disappeared, that one night he’d come back to you when you were ready.

“you’re too young, haven’t lived enough yet.”

those blue eyes stayed with you when you closed your own. and for just a second when you woke, you would forget all about them. but the moment you opened your eyes you’d remember. how could you ever forget? his southern drawl had engraved itself into the deepest parts of your brain and inserted itself into your dreams. his voice would echo through your mind, bouncing off the walls of your skull. he feasted on what little sleep you could get, haunting you throughout each living moment.

his words were what replayed most often at night, on a loop while you tossed and turned on the mattress. you weren’t young, you had lived plenty, you thought. you’d lived through daddy dying of the influenza, your brothers being sent off to germany, and your farm’s drought, what did he know about how much you’ve lived?

you were too naive to understand that he knew everything there was to know about you.

ten years had passed and, by god, had you lived. mama got too sick to tend to the farm, her bones too weak and brittle to even carry a pale of water for the hens, leaving you to the land while she faded away in a home down the road.

you’d eventually gotten over your sorrows and married a fine gentleman with kind eyes and money in his pocket. while he kept you satisfied and satiated, he would never be who you really wanted. that was until you woke up in an empty bed in a joyless home with an empty wallet. he didn’t even have the decency to leave you with a child. rumor spread that he had found a pretty young thing in louisiana to chase after, leaving you to deal with the dirty looks and faux sympathy given by the church-goers and the bar flies.

when you’d close your eyes at night you’d see those blue ones. so blue they were almost inhuman. he felt inhuman, but you assumed it to be your brain’s unrealistic memory of him. or perhaps it was his perfection that made him seem so alien to you. his beauty was maddening,

you’d make your money by selling what little you could from the farm to whatever grocer would take it. milk, crops, flowers, whatever you could squeeze out of the land you’d use.

your nights were spent by cooking what you couldn’t sell, usually ending up with some kind of subpar vegetable stew in the pot. you ate at your dinner table set for one, across from an empty seat filled by the ghost of what once was.

this night began just like the others, lonely and exhausted. you’d spent the day walking to and from different markets around town trying to sell your cow’s milk. you had only earned a few dollars and sore feet by the end of the day, and the heat hadn’t made it any better.

despite the windows being cracked and the front door ajar, it was still sweltering in the house. you came in with a laundry basket on your hip, freshly dry from the day’s morning. the cicadas screamed and the crickets chirped while the sun had made its way down, the heat refusing to leave with it. you used an old church fan to try and fight off the sweat dripping down your neck, but the delta humidity had won the battle. the air was sticky and damn near wet on your skin, making your night slip stick your back and thighs with adhesive of slick sweat.

you had just finished folding the last sheet when a sudden breeze forced itself throughout the house, forcing the shutters outside open and the front door, smacking itself against the wall adjacent to it. the wind whistled through the kitchen and onto the porch, sounding almost familiar. the noise awoke something in you, causing you to jump from your seat in shock. the gust of wind was over not even a second later, leaving the house in complete silence.

you could no longer hear the crickets chirp, the leaves rustling, or the owls howling. the cicadas had even silenced themselves. your breath had ceased as well, the air still and stagnant in your home.

slowly, you rose from your seat and inched yourself towards the door to shut it and lock it for the night. but as your hand reached for the knob, you heard it. heard him.

“miss me, darlin’?”

[wonryllis]

ⓘ SIM JAEYUN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE.

❪ 🕸️ ❫────𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁!

( NOTES. ) where you are JAKE SIM'𝓼 MJ. fluff, suggestive in some places fem!centered. lowercase intded. 2040wc. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠 requests are open. happy new year guys!

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS WOULD BE REALLY APPRECIATED!

now playing. sunflower by post malone, stay by justin beiber.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who first notices you when you knock out his target with your tote bag because you saw him running from the neighborhood hero. immediately catching his attention with your cute face and fiercely aggressive yet again cute anger. gods knows what was in that bag, or maybe it was the angle or the way you swung it, he thinks back on it calculating shit to make it make sense and it does but nevertheless you're still cute and awesome.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who accidentally finds the little bookstore you work part-time at every monday, wednesday and fridays. always hovering around the area on the said days coincidentally exactly during the hours of your shift.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who sometimes changes out of his suit in the alleyways nearby into his nerd get up to drop by at your bookstore and always look for books that you don't happen to have as he asks at the frontdesk and you reply with your sweet smile and your sweet voice that's he finds himself getting addicted to.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who later finds out you go to his university and have been in his chem class for two years but he hasn't ever noticed you? well that's because he started being the friendly little hero just the week you transferred having no other focus than his newfound superpowers. it's a shame he thinks he could be celebrating his two year anniversary with you right now but in reality you don't even know his name.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who as stalkerish as it sounds has pictures of you in his phone, candid clicks in the bookstore to you clad in your labcoat in chem. a whole folder in his laptop where he has planned it all out how he's going to win your heart.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who loves coming in to save you at the right time and how the bad side happens to go for you even though you haven't become his woman yet. not that he'll let you know he's the one behind the mask it's too dangerous if others were to find out you were associated with the man himself and aim for you. he can't risk losing you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who kind of becomes friends with you in his superhero disguise but still a stranger as jake. and it's all because of the numerous saves where he flirts with you shamelessly after defeating the enemy. "don't you think it's too much of a coincidence how i always come for your rescue?" hanging upside down at your face right after knocking out the black hat, "i think it's destiny," lowering the pitch of his voice as he moves even closer.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who now drops by in your bookstore in his suit for a quick flirt and who hopelessly stares at you across the room in uni wondering when it'll be jake's turn and not the friendly neighborhood spiderman.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who gets caught while staring and confronted by an uncomfortable you whether there's something he needs. and who has his clumsy ass exposed the same night when he's fighting right outside your window, his mask getting pulled off by the monster. his wide eyes looking straight at you like a deer caught in headlights as you realize it all. fuck, it's all over.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who gets hit and punched more than usual because he thinks he's lost his chance with you, but having his world blown over when you let him in, more like invite and clean off his wounds for him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who can't keep his eyes off the tiny pajama set you have on but he also can't do anything because now he has an identity you know of, a face you'll either love or hate. no longer be able to hide behind his mask to hit on you. truly his feelings show on his face, in his eyes, the way they stay stuck on the plush of your thighs, on the fallen strap of your top as you stand between his legs, hand on his jaw holding it up while you apply the ointment on the corner of his lips. "what were you thinking? you never got beaten this bad!" "you don't wanna know," oh how hot you are when you scold him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who thinks he's in utopia with how you had no trouble accepting him as spiderman. even seeming more interested than ever. but no he will not get his hopes up yet.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who dies and ascends to heaven when he comes back to say goodnight and you pull down his mask to leave a kiss on his lips, "goodnight," "w-what?" "i'll see you in chem tomorrow, hm?" "yeah? yeah, right goodnight,"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who calls you his sunflower eversince, assuming you've that kind of a situationship. his symbol of faith, positivity and hope. his corner of peace in his topsy-turvy life.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who takes you on unofficial swing dates, his mind travelling places when your body presses into his as you hold on for dear life. it's hot though the way he shoots the spider-web and swings. but it's even hotter when you're sitting in his room watching him work on upgrading his high tech suit and web formulae.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who goes "you have something here," pointing at a spot besides your lips before leaning in and leaving a soft kiss there then moving towards your lips in a pepper of more each getting convulsively harsher.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who tucks your hair behind your ear when they fall into your eyes as you speak. listening to each and everything you say and the way your lips move and your hair frames your face.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who buys you gifts and leaves them in the bookstore with short little sweet notes. who takes selfies of him in his suit half up in the air mid-swing and updates you about his day. "hey sunflower, im on my way to find this new flying green elf they say has been going around causing trouble, i'm so excited!" his voice notes sound with a quick hey watch out! or something in background as he almost falls off in the middle of the road texting you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who videocalls you at night and watches you fall asleep as he repairs his fight damaged suits, smiling at the sight of your pouty lips and the way your cheeks squish against the pillow when you snuggle into it, wishing it was him instead.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who short-circuits and malfunctions when you find the secret folder in his laptop looking through his perfect plan to win you. but what can he do, he admits he had grown obsessed with you before he even knew it himself. "uh just, well it all worked out anyway, i didn't really have to do any of that," "just so you know, i liked you well enough as spiderman and jake. i somewhat did have some idea that you were spiderman,"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who sometimes arrives at 'dates' hours later because "hey, sorry sunflower im running just a little late, there's a bit of traffic," speaking into the phone as he hangs on a bus mid-fight. which he actually got into while looking for wild flowers for you near the river and the villain spotted him clad in his red & blue attire after he escaped the last time owing to some defects in his suit,"jake are those sirens?" "no?" "where are you?" "five blocks away, four, three actually just gimme me two minutes i'll be there!"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who does unexpected things to save you because you always jump in when you see him being pushed into a corner. his web sticking to the bottom of your top as he pulls you to him, hands going around your waist,"i'm gonna throw you out the window now," "wha-" before he's swinging you out. chill he'll shoot the web to help you down.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE as much as he loves you, is tired of you insisting to tag along because baby you're in too much danger in the main area "i'm coming with you!" "no you're not!" "jake!" though he loves how you want to be there for him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who once ends up fighting a monster in the corridors of the uni and later has to hide from the others but can't seem to find the place for it when you come to the rescue and drag him into a janitor's closet in the corner. "you just kissed me," "i know" "jake we're literally hiding to save your ass," "i just couldn't help it. sorry." having your own little seven minutes in heaven in there.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who drops into your balcony at night with the excuse that's his web liquid finished or whatever that is and that he can't take the bus or the cab or walk home. ending up in your bed cuddled together after a messy makeout session. or sometimes knocking against your window all wound up, feeling slightly guilty when you wince and worry while cleaning the cuts and bruises,"are you okay? does it hurt a lot?" "m used to it," "please be careful, i hate it when you get like this," but boy his mind's somewhere else again, leaning in to kiss you, lips falling to your jaw and trailing down to the crook of your neck when you dodge it on the lips. "jake, you're injured!" "i'm sorry, sunflower. just gimme a kiss it gives me strength," "you better rip apart that lizard next time i can't see you like this," "yes love, i promise, now-" his lips capturing yours in a hard suck.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who does the iconic peter gwen kiss on the rooftop the night he has dinner with your parents after they catch you two in your room. "do you think your dad likes me?" "not too sure about that, but he'll have to deal with it, i'm not leaving you,"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who randomly picks you up from the streets after pinging you a quick text and swings you to these special spots no one can get, high up in the air to show you the little arrangements he makes with his webs. "jake! what was that!" "didn't you get my message?" "i did but i didn't know you'd just grab me like that!" "did you like it though?" ... "yes i did," big smooch

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who even after all this is shit ton scared that'll you'll drop him if he asks you to be official. also afraid of the fact that being with him would put you in constant danger. isolating himself away from you to think it through and somewhere in him mind weighing it out that he's better out of your life than in it. it's all fun and games when it's the romance but what when you're used as his weakness?

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who has a deadly fight with the green goblin, you getting dragged into it and being attacked against before he uses all of his last strengths to defeat the villain and save you a second over death.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who realizes that at this point being without him would cost him the life of both you and him. he's too in love with you and you're too in love with him to stay apart. you're the safest by his side where he can see you and save you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who after the said deadly fight, the worst in his superhero career, at the verge of passing out holds onto you, hands cupping your cheeks and foreheads leaning against each other, eyes closed and deep breaths after a long kiss,"can i be your boyfriend?" SPIDERMAN!JAKE who asks to be the one for you.

TAGLIST ( open. ) @s00buwu

[chocostrwberry]

Does the Re verse/shady bug and claw noir AU exist in This AU? It would be cool seeing betterfly/hesperia interacting with a post season 2 Chat Noir or Post Finale Chat Noir interacting with Shadybug since she still exists in her universe, etc and etc. Lol!!!!!!!!

NOOO NOT IN THIS AU,,

But here’s the designs for them if they existed in my AU!!

I wanted to play with the “good and bad luck” aspect. Reverse Marinette struggled with bad luck, and Reverse Adrien had good luck UNTIL they got their miraculous!!

Reverse Marinette is a bullied teen who’s life is pretty bad. Her mom’s bakery is going under, her dad is sick need to pay medical bills, everyone at her regular public school thinks she’s creepy and dirty so she has no friends, and life seems to always go out of its way to make her miserable. She has a massive crush on Adrien, even though she has caught him multiple times throwing away her anonymous love letters. (He KNOWS they’re from her and he finds her obsessive and a loser).

As Shadybug, she takes out her emotions and anger on innocent Parisians. She loves feeling like she has control over her life and actions, and making others feel the same way she does: fearful. She terrorizes alongside Claw Noir, who always has an idea on how to make something go from bad to worse. But she finds his doting cringe and desperate.

Reverse Adrien is the wonder boy who never seems to get what’s coming to him! He’s figured out that no matter what he does, for some unnatural reason, he seems to never face any real consequences. You could say he’s been “spoiled by life”. After receiving the cat miraculous, he can’t act out nearly as much anymore because for the first time, he now knows what it’s like to face the results of his actions (detention, suspension, grounding, etc.) and he lowkey HATES it. Even though he likes being Claw Noir at times, he argues that the cat miraculous ruined his life.

When he becomes Claw Noir he channels his destructive tendencies towards Paris, while fighting the akumas that Betterfly throws at them. Unknown to anyone, his favorite part is being defeated, which means it’s the end of the game. The Bonnie to his Clyde, Shadybug’s unsympathetic and sadistic attitude is the kind of girl Claw Noir likes best, so he does whatever she asks him to in the name of love.

[holyspiritgirl]

What is Spiritual Warfare and how to overcome it with the help of God?

• Spiritual warfare is the idea that there's a battle going on between good and evil forces. In Christianity, this means a fight between God and His angels against the devil and his demons. It mainly happens in our minds, hearts, and spirits. It’s about resisting bad thoughts, temptations, and influences that go against what God wants for us. Though we believe that Jesus has indeed already defeated Satan by dying on the cross and coming back to life, the enemy still tries to lead us to sin in order to push us away from God, thus spiritual warfare.

• “Symptoms” vary since the devil attacks you where it hurts the most, to make you as vulnerable as possible; but here are some of the most common ones:

- believing that your not worthy of having a relationship with God or talking to God therefore feeling the need to distance yourself from him

-self destructive / sabotage / harm temptations

-paranoia / overthinking

-strong headaches / body aches

-temptations towards sin such as lust, gluttony, laziness, anger.. etc, depends on your weaknesses

-self hatred & self doubt / doubt in faithfulness

-hopelessness, fear, anxiety

-random depressive moods & replaying bad memories … the list goes on!

• Living a life more aligned with God’s will is seen as a threat to Satan and his purposes, leading to increased attempts to discourage or derail one’s faith journey. With a deeper relationship with God often comes a greater sense of purpose and mission, attracting more challenges and obstacles from evil forces trying to prevent one from fulfilling God’s plans. Our Father allows these intensified battles to refine and strengthen our faith, helping us rely more on Him and grow spiritually.

• Here are some bible verses that may help you during those tough times battling spiritual warfare :

-Corinthians 10:13

- Psalm 91

-Ephesians 6:11-18

-Isaiah 54:17

-Galatians 5:17-26

- Peter 5:8-9

-Romans 8:37-39

-Luke 10:19

-James 4:7

-John 16:33

-Deuteronomy 3:22

-Matthew 4:10-11

• Let me know if you’d be interested in me posting those verses and talking about some of them with you guys, sort of like a bible study kind of thing. It’d be a pleasure ;)

Have a blessed day 💞💓👼🏻

[conquiistador]

Never in his wildest dreams could he have written this script. Had it not been for the weight of her on his chest, he would've deemed this a fever dream, and been genuinely concerned for the state of his health.

Already when she said the words: MARRY A DIVINE BEING - he knew ( but could NOT BELIEVE! what was coming ). The only divine being here was HIM. From birth, he was chosen to be MORE. He had walked the path through HELL that lead to GODHOOD.

And she wanted him.

Even to Doflamingo, it was insane. SHE was insane. And that suited him perfectly.

Her emotions seemed genuine to him. The anger in her fingertips as they curled into his uniform. The determination in her eyes. She then brought out a paper. A key to HEAVEN.

For a moment ; the shortest of moments, Doflamingo was that boy again. His hand soaked with blood that had trailed down his forearm, and dried into cracks. His father's head had been heavy to carry, in the end, even as blood had drained from it. He remembered the taste of salt from his tears, and the BITTERNESS of disappointment, when they turned him away. They had rejected him from returning, even as he brought the head of their father who had FORCED them to live in HELL. All Doflamingo had wanted was to be safe again. For him and his brother to both be safe.

The moment was over, and Doflamingo was back in reality. What he had wanted back then was now being waved in front of him. It was surreal. However, he had stopped doubting that it was WAS real. Of course it was real! This was all meant to happen.

She cupped his face. He knew that she knew that he could not reject her. Why would he want to? The real question here was; WHY DID SHE CHOOSE HIM? Surely there were other Celestial Dragons that she could've married? He could only assume that she was too arrogant. She WANTED the satisfaction of controlling the most dangerous God of all. He had been burnt by such arrogance himself. A mistake he would not make again.

❝ I gladly accept your offer. ❞ He answered, and it sounded sincere - because it was. This could not have worked out any better for him. ❝ I must say I'm impressed that you have managed to arrange this. ❞ Reinstating his status... That was no small feat. He was aching to know her reasoning for choosing him, but he assumed he would learn that soon enough. Impel Down had taught him patience.

The goddess watched the male’s reaction as she laid out on his broad chest as if he was a king mattress, but she could feel the heart beating strongly inside of his chest. This caged bird was ready to be set free and she would gladly allow it to take flight, as she held the leash to its collar. The female could not help that her grin only grew in size as the blonde reacted positively as if he was willing to dance to her tune. Still, she would only allow him to have the golden apple if he was worth it. Licking her lips, Cosima sat straight up instead of laying out with her feet curled closer to her waist before pulling out the documents she carried. It was simply a contract, a marriage license, and an official paper with her family crest that would reinstate his divine status back to him. “I’m glad I have your attention then. You see my beloved father passed away from the strain of my brother being executed personally by our Uncle a couple months ago for pitying trash, which meant he was lower than that. However, for me to inherit everything I have to marry a divine being.”

Her voice was filled with hidden venom as she spoke about her family as she was the cause of their deaths. Poisoning her father was slow, but that old man still found a way to throw a wrench in her plans even in the grave. One hand that was on the male’s chest dug into the fabric of the prison uniform as she was trying to contain the rage that was bubbling up inside of her. Inhaling and exhaling sharply as she closed her eyes for a moment to remain calm. After a couple breaths, she flashed a smile again and glanced down at the fallen. “That is where you come in, Donquixote. I want to enter a marriage contract with you. Of course, it would reinstate you as a Celestial Dragon once more. I already have the official paperwork right here in my hand.” Letting go of the fabric that was bunched into a ball, she pulled out a scroll to hold in front of his face only a few inches from him.

Just like teasing a dog while holding a bone in front of its face, she was waiting for reality to sink into his mind and process the shocking news. The goddess was aware that he had tried to get his status before by bringing the head of his father, but the damage was beyond done at that point. However, the newest generation who were only children just as he was decades ago, she is at the top of the hierarchy of the social group. Using her family's influence, she had enough support from other families to get the paperwork to go through successfully. Of course, the older gods argued and tried to fight against it, but she had the numbers on her side to pull it off.

Speaking softly before pulling the scroll away as her other hand cupped one of his cheeks in an endearing manner, “So what do you say about my offer?”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Daniel Park with Unhinged F! Reader

You, the peak of the verse with a list of supposedly strong and powerful men to kill meet.

Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | Samuel Seo Part 2 | James Lee/DG | Jinyoung Park | Eli Jang | Tom Lee | Ryuhei Kuroda | Eugene | Vin Jin | Charles Choi | Daniel Park

I had a request sometime last year on Unhinged F!Reader helping out Allied. Soooo- this is my response to it...

'Why are you following me?"

You turn around in the alleyway to see a guy approximately the same height as you. Unremarkable if not for the way he has managed to pick you out from the shadows and keep up with your steps.

"Please, I need your help."

Help? Does this person have any idea who you are?

You arch an eyebrow at his request as he continues to stare at you with wide eyes.

Honestly. Did he think this puppy dog look was going to work on you? Of all people? You don't say anything, letting the silence add pressure until he spills out his guts.

Something about the Four Crews and HNH, which vaguely rings a bell.

You start to examine your nails as he rambles, quickly losing interest. Damn, is that dried blood underneath? You really must clean them better post fight.

And tch! Another chipped nail too. Ugh.

Oh. He's still talking, huh.

You've already tuned him out but the sound of his voice grows irritating and you cut him off, just as he starts to mention the Ten Geniuses or whatever.

You thrust a palm out at him, inches from his face and clever boy, he shuts up immediately. "Why should I help you?"

"Um." He hesitates. "I can pay you?"

"Not interested."

"I.. I can copy moves? You can teach me to be your masterpiece-"

"Cool," you say, stifling a yawn. Wasn't that crazy old doctor also a copy user? You dispatched him without difficulty.

"Let me guess-" You start ticking off each point on your fingers.

"One. You don’t move like you’re a natural, so you do have a master but they're not cutting it anymore- " He nods.

"Two. You've somehow found out about me and managed to seek me out-"  You don't tell him you're reluctantly impressed at that part.

"Three. Then hoped that I would help you because I have such a good moral compass-" You roll your eyes at this. What is it with pathetic men expecting women to clean up their mess?

"Four. So you've come here to ask me to help and promise me riches as a sweetener but sorry to break your heart, I don't give a shit-" He recoils, taken aback by your bluntness.

"Anyway, which mediocre fool has been teaching you?"

"One of the Ten Geniuses I mentioned. The Learning Genius."

What a lame title. "Who?"

"Gun Park."

You have a vague recollection of this person and gesture for him to tell you more as you pull out your small slip of paper. The one with the list of crossed out names, that you hunted down and defeated one by one until only a few remain. 

Oh wait... the name Gun Park is here-

"Um. Black eyes, half naked all the time, tattoos on his arms, smokes-"

"Right!" You click your fingers. "That loser! The Learning Genius, did you say?"

He widens his eyes at you insulting his master but nods anyway.

"Pfffft-" you stifle a laugh unsuccessfully. Goddamn that is funny.

"Learning Genius!" You squeal, letting out a cackle that leaves his hairs standing on end. The more you think about it, the funnier it gets. On what planet is that guy qualified, good enough, to teach anyone? You laugh and laugh, clutching your stomach as he backs away awkwardly.

Wiping away tears from your eyes, you make up your mind and ask, "What did you say your name was?"

"I... I didn't. It's Daniel Park,"

You dig out the pen in your pocket and add his name to your list.

He's undercooked. Maybe fun in a few more years but now Daniel is nothing but a baby. It'll be fun to crush him eventually.

"Listen," You fold your note carefully, slipping it back into your pocket. "I have zero inclination to help you. None."

He opens his mouth to argue-

And you cut him off again with a shrug. "Mainly 'cause I don't want to. Anyway, I'll find you once you're ready to fight. It'll be a shame to kill you any sooner, but-"

You lunge at him, slamming Daniel into the wall with a hand on his neck before he has had a chance to react.

"- Follow me again and I won't hesitate." You smile sweetly, like butter wouldn't melt. Smile stretching further, turning monstrous and unhinged when you feel him attempt to free himself from your grasp but to no avail.

You give his throat one more squeeze for good measure as he chokes and claws at your hand before releasing him. “See ya!”

Daniel drops to the floor, gasping desperately for air and rubbing at his neck. Thinks that this has been a grave mistake and now he has a target on his back.

He watches you, humming to yourself and sashaying away into the night, melting into the shadows once more.

[dr-starline]

"i don't want to argue with you anymore."

🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰. ;; Status: Accepting

"And you think I do? Its a waste of both of our time. But again, I have to reiterate that you really need to stop questioning my motives for everything. Last I checked, it's none of your business why I choose to serve the Doctor."

The platypus clicked their teeth in annoyance. "Your moral backbone is only going to make your time under him worse. Still hoping for some sort of rescue that's not going to come, Darling? It's a shame, really. Holding out for so long because you have nothing better to do."

"... Or do you know your fate, but remain stuck in the denial stage of grieving your future?"

[ayeyolooo]

pound cake! 🍰

you bobbed your head up and down having your curls recoil back and fourth as “pound cake” by drake blasted from your apartments ceiling speakers.. you sprinkled some flour on the counter as you took a hold of the glass bowl that held the risen dough. You dumped the dough out on the counter that was coated in the flour having some of the flour fly up in your face.

“ACHOO!” you sneezed having a chuckle erupt from behind you. “AHHHHH.” you clutched your chest as you looked at your boyfriend who has just scared the living daylights out of you. he just laughed at you seeing your face, he was laughing so hard to the point of where tears were coming out of his eyes. you just dead panned him.

“Jean it wasn’t that funny.” you rolled your eyes at him, having him nod in agreement. “you’re right mama, that was wrong of me to laugh.” he said taking his hoodie off having to reveal his black wife beater. (the under t guys..)

“ouu watchu making?” he asked looking at you roll the dough out. you just huffed at him and looked at him through your lashes. “im upset with you.” you pointed your hello kitty nails at him having him left out a defeated chuckle. “im sorry mama, do you forgive me?” he looked at you with his big brown eyes, his black framed glasses decorating his face.

you playfully tapped your chin in thought. “hmmmmmmm i dunnooooo…” you replied. He laughed then put on a sad face to play along with you. “oh well then i guess my beautiful wife doesn’t want to do bible study with me later then.” he hugged in a sad tone. he then poked his pink plumped lips out having you ignore him.

he huffed , no attention so he huffed

again

and again

anddd again

until you finally gave in.

“oh my goodness i was just playing with you.” he smirked. “oh i know.” he smiled widely. you just laughed and shook your head. “you’re adorable some times you know that?” you tilted your head towards him. “i know my wife tells me that daily!” jean boasted.

“oh really?” you put the dough down and dusted your hands off finally meeting eyes with jean. Who was leaning up against the kitchen island just watching you do you. Let it out by lo shimmy was playing lightly in the background as you pecked his cheek. “here you wanna help me?” i’m making straw berry cheesecake filled puffed dough!”

“OF COURSE OH MY GOODNESS THOSE SOUND SO GOOD Y/N/N!!” jean excitedly helped you break the dough apart and shape it into little squares. you just laughed and shook your head—Laughijg at your boyfriends childish, but adorable behavior.

jean gently lowered the raw dough in the boiling hot oil , watching how the oil puffed up the dough into brown, crispy treats. The two of you spent the rest of the night just spending time with eachother and bonding over music. as the night hit, both you and jean pulled out your bibles spending time with God before you ended the night.

A/N!

i’m sorry that i ended this chapter this way i just had writers block im sorry :( i will be telling you all why i haven’t been posting and if as active as i was before, i hope you all have a wonderful and blessed day🎀💞

BIBLE VERSE OF THE DAY!

psalms 15:1

[dr-starline]

"Oh, don't blow my horn so quickly, Jackal. I am dead to the world, just the same as you... I crawled out from under that madman's boots just to find myself dragged back there, humbled by my own oversight and hubris. And now, I'm an echo of my greatness, just the same as you... At least the doctor you served isn't trying to hunt you for sport, as if you're some sideshow attraction. A passing murder-boner fantasy is what I've been reduced to his eyes... And staying in the shadows is the only thing that keeps me seeing the sun the next morning. Or maybe we're more alike than I thought. It is hard to keep up with things when you're in a safety bunker more hours of the day than not."

"....... The doctor never called me a genius.... What are you on about?" ... Oh he doesn't know....

"Between the two of us... Who do you think survived the fall better?"

The sound came from nowhere. Darkness. But then there's a figure there, standing. Tired eyes raking over the form of the Jackal before he's reminded of his own appearance. Infinite has had far more time to heal- But those wounds, for the both of them... Are fresh. Pulsing. Alive. And In Pain.

The jackals ears perk. Slowly turning to the other as he registers the words. The singular amber-gold eye that once held determination, and life inside of it- so ready to work for the doctor, to be a strong canid. To make those who doubted him since he was orphaned eat their words— now was devote of any shine or life. Just.. a hollow shell. A maniac, dare one say. A mercenary with no code or rules, just an everlasting bloodlust.

Slowly, he lets out a dry hum. Weighing the options between the two of them before he comes to an awnser, steadying the dagger between his two digits.

“Mh.. considering you survived the doctor himself.. i’d have to say you survived much better than i ever did. If i have to be honest, that is.” The jackal cooed, his tone was.. well.. it felt dry. Devote of most emotion. “While i was presumed dead due to my own foolishness.. you were dealt a bad card and the doctor turned on you. However the way you’ve crawled back from under that boot? You’ve done more than i ever could. A genius, as the doc said you were.” And what was he? A stupid dog with no sense of direction in his own life. Stupidly chasing his own tail now he was off the leash that choked him for barking. Starline found a way to keep living. But he was.. he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Revenge was out of the question. Shadow was immortal and he’d die trying. The eggpire would also slaughter him if he tried anything. So.. he was just a lowlife mercenary. One with a singular arm and the weakest physical appearance he could have. It was pathetic. But it was all he had.

[drey-theintrovertedcake]

"I didn't want anyone to have to feel that way.."

Now. After reading this short comic made by one of the Sonic IDW comic artists, Adam Bryce Thomas, I'm starting to understand Lanolin the Sheep a lot. comic here

The short sketched comic explains a realistic depiction of the whole collateral damage from the endless battles between Sonic and Eggman. There may be victory from the heroes, but let's not forget about the damage those battles had caused. Lanolin was a part of this. She didn't expect this to happen, and because of that, she wanted to make a difference despite her serious personality around the Restoration (let's not forget that PTSD can change you a lot, and this war never ever ends). Even if she looked up to Sonic for being the infamous Hero he is, she has never forgotten the destruction caused by him and Eggman. She may have resentment on Sonic for that, because if you think about it.. Sonic messed up a lot, and he has spared Eggman many times already when he had the chance to stop him. Wouldn't this cycle of war all be over if Sonic FINALLY defeated Eggman? And if that were the case, then Lanolin wouldn't have to go through so much. The remains of Eggman's robots after Infinite's reign, the Metal Virus, Surge and Kit's attacks... Lanolin couldn't catch a break.

If there was a scene of Lanolin snapping at Sonic and the other heroes for not handling things well, for not finishing the job, and for all of the hell she and other innocent people have gone through.. I'd say: "Y'know what? That's completely understandable.."

Lanolin wants to at least help because she never wanted anyone to go through the bad shit she went. Of course, she admits to everyone that she's not as experienced as the others and may come off as bossy and strict, but she wants EVERYTHING to be okay or it'll end up a disaster (Kinda like Miguel O'Hara when he admits he's been trying to hold the Spider-verse together as it really messed him up after his mistake). Honestly, I love her development from being a helpless citizen in the background to being a soldier of the Restoration and leader of the new team, The Diamond Cutters. However, things might go south cause of.. *coughs* Mimic, Surge, Kit, Clutch & Eggman.... *coughs* Well, let's see how this goes.

Btw, if you want more of these defenses of Lanolin and her character, try to look into @sage-nebula, @fazar234 and @kingmaxstatic's analysis of her!! They're so good and give me a better understanding of the character!!

@sage-nebula: Lanolin has PTSD

@fazar234: Understanding Lanolin

@kingmaxstatic: In Defense Of Lanolin, A Post About Perspective, Flaws and Development.