#and uhh im being Stubborn about it

[freaksun]

eddie doesnt let anyone touch his hair. ever.

it reminds him of his late mother, who had the same gorgeous untamed curls. She used to comb his hair when he was little, being ever so gentle and taking her time brushing out the knots.

his father made him feel less-than for just about everything about him, including his gorgeous mane. Called him awful names and always told him to ‘cut that fairy shit’ when it grew too long.

so, ever since she passed, and his father went to jail, hes been growing it.

unfortunately, she never taught him how to take care of it, she’d always just do it herself. So, he doesnt put product in it, he doesnt cut it, he doesnt even brush it. And, stubborn as his mama, he doesnt let anyone else touch it either.

then you come along, happy and sweet, always loving to everyone. he falls in love with you so fast he hardly even notices. you certainly dont either.

one hot summer day you’re both in his room, you on his bed, him pacing, frantically explaining some sort of nerdy campaign idea. you dont know, you havent been listening for a while, too distracted by the way he keeps wiping sweat from the back of his neck. you cut him off rudely, he doesnt mind

“hey eddie?”

“sweetheart?”

“whens the last time you got a haircut?”

he freezes, silent, which is very out of character, dude never shuts up.

“uhh. like a few years ago. why?”

its your turn to be quiet, suddenly all coy. he finds you absolutely adorable as you stare at his floor, trying to find a way to ask him without startling him. as if he were some wild animal, which, he basically is.

“just.. immm noticinggg its kinda matted in the back…”

you try to sound the least accusing as you can. he doesnt seem offended but you can tell hes thinking.

“well, yeah, i. i guess i just havent touched it since. well my mom used to do it for me”

you feel like an ass, touching on something you shouldnt have, making him all quiet and sad. you backtrack.

“jesus, eddie, im sorry i didnt mean to-“

“its okay angel, i know”

he sits next to you. you give him a nervous smile, still sweet, hesitantly reaching for his curls. you can tell he’s hesitant too, but he nods, granting you permission. you take a single strand between your fingers, twirling it.

“Its so pretty, eds. ..would you let me? take care of it, i mean?”

hes scared. but youre so sweet and youre asking so nicely. a part of him is scared if he lets you, he loses another part of his mom. but the other part is staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but genuine affection.

“i.. i guess you could.. try.”

his heart pounds in his chest. You absolutely beam, thanking him immediately and bouncing around the room, looking for a brush. he laughs, shaking his head. you watch as he rummages through his closet, before handing you a light pink brush. you think about teasing him for it but he already looks vulnerable. you smile sweetly instead, taking it from him.

“sit” you point with the brush. he does as you say, running his hands up and down his thighs in a self soothing motion.

“its okay eds, you dont have to be nervous.. ill be gentle i promise” he gives you an unconvincing smile. you return with a guilty one, downturned. you kneel in front of him, in between his knees, brushing his bangs with your fingers.

“we can stop whenever you want, okay?” his cheeks are bright red as he nods timidly

you move to sit behind him, and run your hands through his curls gently, admiring it. you take a part, hold it at the root, and brush gently.

“that feel okay? tell me if it hurts” ever so sweet.

“mm-hm” you can feel his nervousness. “you- you remind me of her, y’know”

youre pretty taken aback, but honoured nonetheless. you keep brushing through the mattes in his hair as you talk.

“Yeah? Wanna tell be about her?” youre not sure if its the right thing to say, but you figure he probably hasnt told anyone about her. you can practically feel his energy shift.

“she was sweet. loving and kind to everyone, like you.” you both smile. “and she was pretty. beautiful. i really miss her.” you stop, rub his back a little.

“i can only imagine.. im sorry eddie.” he turns to face you, smiling.

“s’alright sweetheart. thanks for letting me talk about her” he hugs you. you hug him back, tight.

“hows the ole hair going?” He asks when he pulls back, a joking tone to lighten the mood.

“good!!! ive gotten the mattes outta this chunk here, it looks good. your hair is really beautiful, eds” youre ecstatic and it travels to him.

“thank you. my mom had the same hair.” he smiles, turning back around to let you continue.

“i bet she was really gorgeous.” youre extra-extra gentle. He keeps talking and you keep working. He tells you about how she smelled, the softness of her voice, his favourite memories with her. he tells you about the last time he saw her. he tells you all the things hes been holding inside, everything he never got to tell anyone, never trusted anyone enough. and when hes done, his hair is untangled and soft.

you smile proudly, running your hands through his hair, marveling at your work.

“its done” he whips around, looking at you with wide excited eyes

“really??” you nod, smiling wide. he runs over to the bathroom to see for himself. You stand behind him, peeking over his shoulder in the mirror. Hes surprised, looks like he might even cry. you wrap your arms around him, leaning your head against his arm.

“do you like it? Its a little poofy, but you can wash it out and it’ll look be-“ he cuts you off by turning around and hugging you. he hugs you tight, lifting you up.

“thank you.” you can tell he really means it.

[hargrove-brainrot]

| Surf’s Up |

🌶️a smutty jj maybank x fem! reader🌶️

SUMMARY:

you and the pogues finally returned home after being presumed dead by the entire city of outerbanks. you might as well say you were on house arrest, but you wouldn’t be trapped for long. jj called you up and asked for some company, and from that point forward, many secrets were revealed…

⚠️‼️TRIGGER WARNINGS‼️⚠️:

detailed smut, cussing, teasing in public (on the beach), missionary and doggystyle sex, oral (male and female receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex, pull out method (kinda unsuccessful), a small bit of trauma (mainly jj’s)

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it was another day back at the outer banks. you had just returned home from after being stranded on an island for months with the gang. everyone back at home thought you were dead. so you were basically held captive by your parents.

your phone buzzes suddenly. you pick it up. it’s a text from jj.

“are you busy?”

you feel a tingling sensation in your body. jj is so god damn attractive to you. everything about him. you reply;

“no… why?”

“you don’t think i’m feeling a bit lonely? i don’t have parents anymore. you don’t think i could use some company?”

you roll your eyes. he’s always been snappy towards you like this, and you never understood why…

you reply to him;

“fine, but there’s no promise that i won’t get caught. where are you?”

“at the same shit hole im always at”

you pick your head up and look around, making sure there’s no one to see you slip out your window. your feet plant on the ground as you land. you slip under the fence and sneak away, praying that your parents didn’t see you.

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you arrive at jj’s house. it’s small, beat up, and no one’s been in it in months. you hear jj working on his motor bike near the tall tree. he hears your footsteps in the grass and turns around.

“finally”

you scoff back at him.

“someone’s in a good mood”

jj chuckles.

“you know, at least you bite back. most other girls’ve just cried about it”.

you’re a little confused by that statement, but you don’t question it. 

“so… what do you wanna do?”

“well i was thinking we could go hit the tide, and then get mad and break shit again, you know, the good stuff”

you chuckle under your breath.

“breaking shit and getting mad would probably do me some good, honestly”

jj stands up and steps closer to you, grinning a bit. you’re expression is one of skepticism.

“…what?”

jj pauses for a minute. his warm expression is replaced with his usual stern look.

“does it matter? now come on”

he slings himself over his bike and revs the engine loudly. knowing him, he does it all on purpose. you jump at the sudden noise and scoff again. 

“stop it!!!”

you sling yourself behind him and giggle again. he can’t help but grin a little, but he’s to stubborn to let you see it.

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jj stops the bike abruptly as you arrive at another shore, not too far from his house. you hop off the bike with him. 

the weather isn’t very welcoming, and neither is the ocean. the sky is gray, and the air is cold. the ocean is stirred up with aggressive waves slapping the shore. 

“come on, get out there!”, jj nudges you.

“uhh, i don’t know man, it looks pretty dangerous”.

“fine, be a pussy, stay on the beach”.

jj pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the side. he then picks up his surf board and holds it over his shoulder. he jogs out to the water.

all the while, you can’t help but stare. he’s so attractive, and he knows it well by now. you wish his back was covered in your scratches, and your body was covered in his marks. 

you manage to get your head out of the gutter for just a minute and warn him of the water. 

“jayj! it’s pretty risky lookin’!”, you shout.

“ah come onnnnn, what do i have to lose? my house? my parents? cuz i already lost those!”.

he laughs loudly. you start laughing with him.

“i mean, you’re not wrong! we’re pogues!”

you trot out to the water with him with your surfboard resting over your shoulder. you continue to run past him into the waves. 

“…you little shit”, jj mutters, grinning widely. he rolls his eyes and jogs slowly behind you. he suddenly turns the other way when he sees a swirl start to form. 

you look behind you, wondering where jj went. you look over and see that he’s already caught a wave. and he’s smiling right at you while he glides through it.

“jj!!! you suck!!!”

he laughs down at you and then slips off the board and gets swallowed by the wave. you laugh hysterically.

“that’s what you get, asshole!”, you laugh.

however, jj hasn’t appeared yet. you start to get worried. 

“jj…”. you mutter. “jj?!”. you start to shout now. “jayj!! please talk to me!!!”

you squeal suddenly as jj pops up behind you and shoves you in the water.

“JJ!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE STUCK IN THE RIP CURRENT!!!!”

you slap him back playfully. he grabs your arm and pulls you back into him. you’re both so close to each other. 

you look at jj deeply for a moment, and he does the same. he takes in your body, looking down every inch of it. your eyes remain locked on his. jj eventually looks back up at you.

“uh- um”. he clears his throat nervously. “i don’t know what that was, uh…”. his cheeks flush with redness. 

“why are you so red…?”, you ask, smirking a bit. “don’t fuckin’ think about it”, jj murmurs, “it’s just sunburn”. “sunburn, huh?”, you smirk playfully.

jj sighs, “shut up”. 

that was it. the moment you’ve been longing all this time. he pulls you in and kisses you hard. you’re shocked at the sudden movement, but you ease into it shortly. you pull away slowly with him. 

“look who’s sunburnt now…”, jj said lowly.

you continue to look at him, more shyly this time. you shiver as you feel his hand run down your spine. his smirk grows wider.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute”.

he kisses you harder this time, holding your neck gently. he feels your throat vibrate in his hand as you kiss him. he pulls away and looks you in the eyes. he feels just as nervous but also… turned on.

you nibble your lip gently as he stares into your eyes. that’s all it took for jj to grow wild. he smacks your ass and kisses you even more intensely. he quickly pulls away and then picks you up out of the water.

“jj!! what are you- what are you doing?!”

he keeps walking with you in his arms.

“imma fuck the shit outta you when we get home. that’s what i’m doing”

you blush profusely, but you can’t help but love his roughness. you feel wetter already.

“wait- home? what home?” you ask, “cus we sure as hell can’t go to my place. and… you don’t have one…”

jj pauses for a minute.

“we’ll just… go to the chateau…”

“oh hell no!”. you shake your head.

“ahhh come onnnn, where else?”, jj whines.

“um, literally anywhere EXCEPT john b’s bed?”, you state.

“why not? ‘guess you’ve never heard him and sarah. they go at it like animals”.

he laughs hysterically as you smack his shoulder. 

“EXACTLY!!! so we could be rolling in someone else’s… you know…”, you trail off.

“cum?”

you widen your eyes at him. “i don’t know where you get the nerve to say some of this shit out loud”

“cum see, cum sah”, jj mocks. 

you sigh and facepalm yourself at his teasing. 

“c’mon, sweetheart”.

jj pats the seat in front of him.

“you comin’ or not?”

a smirk grows on your face.

“well, yeah… i probably will”.

“well not if you stand there and gawk”, he adds. he reaches out and tugs your waist gently. “sit in front o’ me”.

you sit in front of him on the bike. your ass is pressed against his groin. you can feel how hard he is already. you smirk wider at the feeling.

“you feel how hard it is?”, jj murmurs in your ear, “let’s see how ready you are…”

he slides his hand slowly up your inner thigh. he squeezes it when he notices your body tense up under his touch.

“what’s the matter?”, jj murmurs, “it’s just me”.

you gasp quietly as jj’s hand slips under your bikini. his thumb rubs against your clit and teases your cunt as he feels your wetness. he groans in your ear.

“shit, we ‘otta get you home, you’re so fuckin ready”. jj revs the bikes engine and speeds to the chateau.

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jj parks his bike abruptly in front of john b’s house. you sling yourself off the bike and walk towards the house. jj runs up behind you and tosses you over his shoulder.

he hears you squeal as he lifts you off the ground and can’t help but tease you.

“someone’s horny…”

you realize what he said and squeal again.

“stop itttt!!!”. jj slaps your ass and then sets you down for a moment to open the front door. he picks you up again before you can run away.

he tosses you down on the bed and immediately kisses you hard, over and over. he hardly gives you time to breathe between his kisses. he grunts as he pulls away quickly, running his hands down your body as he stands up straight. he starts pulling off his shorts.

“wow… we’re going at it already?”, you purr.

“nope”, jj states as his shorts drop off his legs. he pumps his cock a couple times.

you’re curious as to what he means. at the same time, your mouth waters at how hard his cock already is.

“get on your knees, girl”, he uttered, “you know what this means…”

you bite your lip and glance back at him after he says that. you slide off the bed and lower yourself in front of his cock. he slowly grips your hair and tilts your head upwards, forcing you to look at him. you give him a little pouty look.

“what’s wrong?”, you ask, ”are you nervous?”

“nervous? no”, he shakes his head.

you raise an eyebrow. “…you sure?”.

“hell no- i mean, yes, i mean- i’m not nervous”. jj gulps and throws his head back. “i’ve done this before”, he adds.

you let out a soft chuckle. “okay… sure”. you scoot closer to jj’s cock until it hovers just in front of your lips. you look back up at him. he’s definitely blushing.

“c’mon, suck me dry”, jj says lowly. 

you feel him pull you towards it. you slowly open your lips over it and take in his length. you whine as he suddenly pulls your hair and shoves his length down your throat the rest of the way. jj’s breath shudders.

“f-fu- fuck- ooooohhh…”, he breathes. his body is tense as he tries not to cum immediately. even though he’s a stubborn ass, he wants to savor this night with you.

after just moments of you bobbing your head back and forth on his cock, jj thrusts his hips forward. it throws you off guard, and you squeal around his hard.

“i’m gonna fuck your mouth, babe-“.

he makes hard thrusts into your mouth. it doesn’t go on for too long, but it’s enough to leave you out of breath. his balls slap against your chin, and you let out accidental slurping noises. he growls lowly as his head is thrown back, completely lost in lust.

jj pulls out of your mouth right afterwards and winces quietly at how sensitive it is. he was so close to cumming down your throat, but he wanted to wait until he was inside you. 

“get on the bed, honey”, jj groaned, “i’m gonna fuck the shit outta you just like i said”.

you bite your lip while looking up at him and then slide yourself back on the bed. jj slaps your ass as half of your body is dangling off the mattress. he grips your waist kisses your back a few times and pauses.

“we should get this outta the way”, he murmured in your ear, as he pulled the strings loose on your bikini. he squeezes your ass as your crouched below him, completely naked now.

meanwhile, the coil of arousal in your core is tightening more and more. you look up at jj with a slight pout in your expression. he finds it adorable.

“turn on your back”, he orders.

you don’t even question it. you want him inside you as soon as possible. so you do exactly that.

his mouth waters as he glances down at your pussy, staring at it with a smirk. he makes eye contact with you again and then kneels down and licks up and down between your hole and your clit.

“mmmm… so fuckin’ good”, jj muffles against your folds, “your pussy’s so damn good”. your legs tense as his voice vibrates against your clit. he notices and stands back up, his cock bobbing in the air.

“fuck this”.

jj growls as he leans over you.

“i’m not waiting”.

he presses his cock between your folds. you whine as your pussy squelches with wetness. he grabs your hips and drives only the tip inside you. he feels you clench around it and slides one of his hands around your neck.

“be patient.”, he seethes. he bites your neck hard as he slides the rest of the way in.

“ohhhhh shit!”, you moan loudly as he abruptly drives his cock inside you. he mashes his body against your bare chest and keeps his face against your neck. he whispers naughty things in your ear as he thrusts away.

“be a good fuckin girl, take this cock… oh my goddd…”

jj starts to thrust a little faster and presses himself further against your tits. he smiles wickedly as he hears you squeal.

“jayj- oh my- fuck!”

your arms latch onto jj’s back and dig into his skin. he grunts as you do that and thrusts harder and faster.

“so god damn naughty”

jj sits up away from your face and starts jerking your hips more aggressively. he moans and grunts with each thrust, and so do you.

“your cock is so good, ohhhhh shitttt!”

you suddenly fall dangerously close to your high. jj feels you clench around him and pulls out immediately. you whine at the empty feeling.

“turn over”, jj growls, “stick that ass out”

you pout and lazily roll onto your hands and knees. you wiggle your ass towards him, your cunt still swollen and puffy. he teases his cock between your folds, and then shoves in his entire length. he doesn’t wait one breath to start thrusting.

“fuck i’m hitting you so deep”, he growls as his hands dig into your hips.

you fall dangerously close again, and so does he. his sounds become more labored and breathy, and he seems less controlled. your eyes roll back when his thrusts sound more like slaps against your clit.

“ohhhhh- fuck!”, you moan loudly, “you’re fuckin nailing it- ooooh!”

jj starts thrusting even faster, your body rocking back and forth with his movements. your head arches upwards and your mouth lolls open. jj notices and mashes your face into the pillows, smirking wickedly as he does so. he bends over you and skillfully rubs your clit, making you clench around him.

“you better fucking not”, he grunts, “don’t cum yet”

his voice becomes more breathy and uneven. you could tell he was close, and so were you.

you start intentionally squeezing around his cock, making him grunt loudly. it would only take a few more thrusts until you both reached your highs. 

“fuck- fuck fuck fuck-“.

jj’s voice stalls for a second before he thrusts into you hard and grunts loudly. he pulls out quickly after some of his load accidentally sprayed inside you. you came right with him, squirting all over john b’s sheets.

“shiiiit…”, jj sighs as he slaps his cock on your ass a few times. you pick your head up from the sheets and look back at him as you continued to moan. 

“c’mere”

jj turns you over gently and kisses you hard. your hands run through his hair as he gives you hardly any time to breathe. you pull away in unison and stare in each other’s eyes.

“finally got my dick wet”, he breathes, “your pussy’s so fuckin good”.

“gross”, you sighed, “so… is this why you’ve been grumpy towards me lately? you were just… sexually frustrated?”. you chuckle.

jj rolls his eyes. “fine, i’ll admit it, i wanted you for so damn long”. 

“how long?”, you ask.

jj thinks for a minute, a warm smile on his face. “honestly… probably since the moment i met you, i just didn’t wanna admit it to myself”. his cheeks flush with a light pink hue.

“awww… are you blushing?”, you tease, “or is it just ‘sunburn’”. 

“shut up”, he scoffs while smiling uncontrollably, “what about you? when were you shot with that arrow?”

“much longer than i’d like to admit”, you mutter “i don’t remember what did it though…”.

jj gives a cheeky grin and licks his lips. he gently combs your hair out of your face and kisses you again, more tenderly this time.

“well, i’m glad i pinned you down…”, he looks you up and down slowly as you lay beneath him. he kisses you slowly again, slipping his tongue in your mouth. you gently pull away in unison, jj looking into your eyes lovingly. his eyes are half lidded and sleepy looking yet full of sincerity. to be honest, no one’s probably ever seen this side of him.

you smile warmly at him, until you realize the massive puddle of wetness under you that soaked the sheets. you blush a little as you look back up at jj, embarrassed that he has to see you in a mess. however, he seems to have quite a liking for it. 

“you want me to clean it up, babes?”, jj whispers, practically drooling at the sight of your glistening clit. you know exactly what he means by that and blush even harder.

“i- i mean- mmmm! mmmm…”

you squeal as jj immediately starts eating you out without a second thought. it doesn’t last long, but it’s one hell of a ride. he moans deeply as he sucks your clit gently. his tongue then starts licking up and down your folds, moving it faster as he licks more.

your legs start to shake and tense around jj’s shoulders. he notices and smacks your ass, nearly enough to send you over the edge. he then starts muttering dirty comments to further tempt you.

“you gonna cum again?”, jj muffles in your pussy, “you gonna think about my dick inside you while you squirt on my face?”

he suddenly sticks his two fingers in your cunt and starts curling them towards your g-spot as he continues to lick up and down your clit. you cum almost immediately, your mouth flying open and your eyes rolling back.

jj fucks his fingers into you a couple more times as you pulse around his fingers. he pulls his face away, his chin dripping with your juices. his fingers slip out of your sopping pussy as he stands up again. he leans back over you and kisses you hard, letting you taste your juices.

“good girl, babe…”, jj sighs as he pats your thigh a couple times, “i’ll get a towel now…”

you continue to moan quietly as you catch your breath while your orgasm fades. jj rummages around in john b’s junk to find something relatively clean for you to wipe yourself.

jj comes back minutes later with a random rag that you probably don’t wanna know what it was used for previously. he’s also holding a random throw blanket to put beneath you until you can muster up enough energy to clean the sheets. he helps you out of bed as you shake while you stand near him, watching him toss the blanket over the wet puddle. you take the washcloth and realize how dirty it is. you look back and forth between jj and the cloth in slight disgust. 

“you know what… i think i’ll just dry it out”, you yawn.

“dry it out? with me around?”, jj tsks, “i’ll make her cry even harder”.

you giggle as he talks about your pussy like it’s another person. he has a snarky grin on his face as you laugh. he reaches down and playfully slaps your ass, squeezing it gently. you jump a little and then nudge him gently.

“come onnn… i’m tired…”

jj rolls his eyes jokingly.

“after that? we only did so much?”

you scoff and flop down on the bed, laying on your side with one of your legs hiked up further out across the bed. it was going to be a sleepless night…

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GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN ‼️‼️‼️

do y’all even remember me 😭

this smut has been rotting in my notes for god knows how long. the last time i touched it before today was in september 🥶 so if the writing is god awful don’t judge 😭

ALSO, i’ve entered another hyper fixation outside of stranger things, which is honestly fkn insane to think about. i’ve been fixated lately on the witcher (the netflix series with henry cavil specifically), so i might write some geralt smut in the future if i can even remember.

ciao for now~

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[lexxspark]

Greened Out

Clapton Davis x reader

Overall gn!reader gender isn’t really specified here :3 lmk if I missed anything though!

A/N : hey guys thanks for reading! First fic since the damn renaissance (2015) this is also heavily inspired by Tednivisions story time about when he ate a 400 milligrams nerds rope💀

‼️mentions of the use of pot and smoking

Not proofread🙌🏻 wrote this this morning I think a ghost whispered this concept in my ear while I was sleeping.

A good night’s sleep. You’d think that’d be easier when you’re home alone but associating with Clapton Davis? Yeah idk about that. You were in the middle of drifting to sleep, wearing just some shorts and a band T-shirt you haphazardly grabbed last minute as something to sleep in, when you hear knocking at your window.

Normally this would be reason for panic, but when you look over to see a boy in a bright blue t-shirt, sunglasses dispute it being 11pm, you only sighed and walked over to the window to open it.

“Clapton what the fuck are you doing?”

“Listen, listen y/n okay? I’m-“ He paused and kindof stumbled a bit literally and over his words, but began again, “I need help ion- I don’t feel right.”

Then he gave you those eyes. Those stupid pleading puppy eyes.

You opened the window more to allow him to climb into your room. He did but almost fell flat on his face after his foot god caught in the window pane. He stumbled but fixed himself, standing straight and looking at you.

“What did you take Davis?” There was concern in your voice as you knew Clapton well and he didn’t do anything hard ever, nothing other than the occasional pot with his friends.

“Y/n im telling you all I took was an edible I don’t know what’s going on I’m like- I’m like aching every-time I touch something I can still feel it after and, and it feels like the room is spinning. It just I don’t feel right I think I was laced im telling you.” He said that last sentence while weakly pointing at the window, presumably at his friends.

“How many milligrams was it?” You asked, a very slight chuckle in your voice as you highly doubt someone had the brains to make a laced edible in the entire city of Grizzly Lake.

“Milligrams? Uhh what are those?” He furrowed his brows and squeezed his eyes shut making it look like he was really trying to remember what milligrams are.

“Oh my god.” You said under your breath as you walked over to Clapton and checked his pockets for the wrapper to his edible and to your surprise, you found a nerds rope wrapper crumpled up in his left shorts pocket.

“Wooah y/n” Clapton chuckled between his words, “Take me out before you get so handsy like that huh?” He gave you that big smile that may have made you blush, but your room was too dark to notice so you rolled your eyes instead.

“Relax Clapton, go sit down before you collapse on my floor okay?” You pointed to your bed as you started examining the wrapper.

“Yes ma’am.” Clapton said pouting and shuffling to your bed and plopping down at the foot of it, across from where you were standing.

That made you smile, the pout in his voice and the ma’am, he was such a sweetheart. However you and Clapton were on borderline opposite social circles. You only had a couple close friends where as Clapton was friends with practically everyone in town. Of course except for law enforcement. You liked him, of course you did. But everyone liked him and you just kind of figured that one of these days he’d meet someone cute and bubbly just as he is and forget about you. You were, however in your stubborn sarcasm, completely oblivious to Clapton’s shared fear. He thought that someday you would find some mature, older, more smart man to take care of you and forget all about him. So in return he followed you like a puppy everywhere, ensuring that you never would.

“Oh my fucking god Clapton.” Your eyes widened at the package.

“What? What’s wrong? Is it coke? Uh uhh what’s the one called? Oh my god Is it a Perc?” He was genuinely scared that he just took a Percocet nerds rope.

“No it’s still just weed but it’s 400 milligrams of it. Jesus Christ, Clapton it says ‘meant to be shared’ right on the package.” You pointed at it and handed it to him to read, all he did was squint you knew he didn’t even try to read anything on the package.

“Wow 400? That’s a lot. That’s prolly not a good thing is it?” He shook his head as he looked up at you, your brows furrowed with concern as u looked down at him.

“No, no it’s not.” Your eyes softened and shoulders dropped as you remembered he was still incredibly high and you were his only sober friend right now. “Have you eaten? Had water?”

“I ate an entire bag of family sized Cheeto Puffs, andd I also had a coke.” He smiled.

You tried your best to ignore his smile, “Okay well you need water, you definitely need water.” You walked over to your nightstand, Clapton’s eyes following your every move. You handed him the glass of water and he took a sip, realized how much he needed water, and proceeded to drink the entire thing.

“Jeez y/n do you have the air on blast in here? It’s like 40 degrees dude.”

“No, no you’re just cold, weed chills Clapton. Here.” You put the blanket around his shoulders and you saw him relax a bit into the blanket, still shivering though. This didn’t last however when he crawled up to where you were peacefully sleeping earlier and curled up into your pillows.

“Really?” You walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed next to him, looking at him at first with annoyance, but then it caved as soon as you saw how cute he looked in your bed, looking up at you. You sighed in defeat, looking at the calendar on your door, and then back at Clapton. Your parents were away for the weekend, some thanksgiving thing with friends so you had the entire house to yourself for a while.

Clapton’s eyes never left yours and in your head you swore they would be your downfall. “Alright, Alright fine. You can take my bed I’ll just crash on the couch.” You smiled at him, breaking eye contact as you grabbed a spare pillow and started to turn to walk out of your room.

This made Clapton’s stomach drop. “No, nono, please.” He grabbed on your wrist, softly in a pleading hold, like if he let go he’d vanish into dust. “Please stay with me. I really don’t want to be alone like this.” There was genuine concern in his voice almost anxiety.

He gave you those stupid eyes again.

Before you could even realize what was going on you got into bed with him and laid down, Clapton Davis laying in your bed agonizingly close to you. However you could still feel him shivering. He studied your face, his expression never changing as he looked at your eyes. God he loved your eyes.

You looked back at him and gave him a soft look, looked up at the ceiling, and opened your arm so he could lay on your chest. He didn’t waste a second curling up to you. You felt your heart race and Clapton’s shivering subside. Part of you wondered if he was even still shivering or if he was faking it to get you to hold him, you didn’t really care either way.

Your hand found its way to Clapton’s hair, playing with it in a soothing way to get him to sleep off the edible for two he just took. Chances are he’ll wake up high in the morning. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

“Holyy fuck.” Clapton melted into your arms as u played with his hair almost whining at the contact.

“You okay Davis?”

“Yes, yes m fine just that feels really fucking good Jesus Christ don’t stop.” He whispered and mumbled at the same time, you felt his hands rub on your back and bunch up your shirt as someone to grab and hold on to.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You smiled as you felt him calm, soon the shivering stopped. You and him lay in comfortable silence for a few moments until Clapton breaks it.

“Have I told you how beautiful I think you are?”

This caught you by surprise, all you could get out were a few “umms” before he started again, “You really are you know? You’re so smart and you’re funny. You deal with me and my stupid jokes. You’re just, you’re just you. And I really love that.”

He pulled away to look at you, meeting your eyes. You had no idea what to say to that. Even with him in your bed, you never thought that anything like that would come out of his mouth ever.

You paused, trying to come up with something to say, usually you’d have something smart or snarky to say but your entire mind blanked. All you could think about was him.

Even the 400mgs of marijuana in Clapton’s body couldn’t stop him from being cocky.

“Are you gonna let me kiss you orr?” He smiled again and you rolled your eyes opening your mouth to say something but he placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you before you could say anything else. You both sank into the kiss as it melted away years of anxiety that both of you had built up over each other.

As you pulled away his arms held you closer and he sank back into the crook of your neck leaving little peppered kissed on your collarbone.

“You don’t know how long I was waiting for you to do that.” You finally said, smiling while returning your hand back to his hair.

“You don’t know how long I was waiting for you to do that.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes again but smiled, kissing his hair. “Can I, can I be your boyfriend? You don’t know how much I care about you and I just- I want to be here for you always. Take care of you like you always do for me.” He mumbled that last sentence, thinking about tonight when you didn’t even hesitate to open your door, or window, and take care of him when he needed you. When you stayed without hesitation when he pleaded with you not to go. He wanted to treat you and show you how much he cared.

You wanted to say yes but you remembered he was high. A sudden fear flashed over you that he would wake up in the morning and not remember anything from tonight. You faltered when you said, “Clapton you’re high, are you sure you really mean that?” Fear of this all being an elaborate prank came across you, no way this was real.

It was like he could read your mind, that’s kind of how it’s always been. “I’m serious y/n. High words are sober thoughts right? If I wasn’t high I would never have the courage to ask you, or even tell you anything I just did. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

You sighed in relief, holding him closer.

“Let me be here for you like you are for me?” He pulled away so he could look you in the eyes, have gave you that pleading look again. “Please?”

You nodded and said, “Okay Clapton.” In such a whisper you weren’t sure he heard you, either way he kissed you again, this time you holding his face and running your hand through his hair. He loved it. He loved you. And you truthfully loved him. But you both on your own decided that a kiss was enough for the night and you were going to save the I love you’s for when Clapton’s sober.

He fell back into the crook for your neck and soon the both of you fell asleep like that. Finally getting a good nights sleep with each other in your arms.

A/N: congrats on reading my first tumblr posted fic!! might write a smut alt ended to this if it does good who knowwws:3

[reyanfia]

the warrior and his healer — neteyam x reader ☄. *. ⋆➢ part three!

other chapters are up! read it here -> chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 4

setting: awa'atlu, pandora.

pairing: neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

warnings: for this chapter, a shit ton of emotion, mentions of bl00d, & angst.

summary: the rda has targeted your village, and neteyam insists that you stay back. but being your stubborn self, you leave and follow after them anyway.

a/n: i swear teyam is not dying in this one, okay? he's alright. i wouldn't be so cruel. and uhh yesterday's chapter felt empty and boring so im going like all in for this one

anyways, enjoy!! this was barely proofread btw since i completed the other half of this chapter in a rush goodbye lmfao

after a few days of acknowledging your feelings, seeing neteyam, anywhere, was starting to become a challenge.

on eywa. you wished you could throw these feelings out the window. you wished you could see whatever you were feeling so that you could crumple it up and dispose of it.

but oh, that was not what your heart wanted.

those feelings that your mind despised — your dear heart yearned for more of it. it was addicting. it's new, and it is unfamiliar. and yet, it had become your favourite thing to feel.

when you would look his way, you would feel that sense of adoration and fondness. and if he ever caught you staring, he'd smile and everything around you would become meaningless. invisible.

people could see, how you started to stare at the ground more often. they didn't know why. in truth, you were trying your hardest to not let your eyes roam around, afraid of accidentally catching a glance at him and end up looking like a literal plum in front of everybody.

studying, whether alone or with him, was also becoming harder. the salves on those shelves would remind you of those evenings when you'd have to tend to him, and those nights where you'd try the ones you've created on him. and if he was there with you — accompanying you in your marui, your heart would start to race. looking at him. touching him in the slightest ways. everything, has become difficult.

but you don't know if he shared your feelings.

he was so hard to read, it's starting to drive you crazy. how he acted around you was just the same in front of everyone else — smiling at everyone, helping everyone. if you thought he did something he only did for you, it seemed pretty much like you were wrong. patting your back when you're down? sweet! but then he goes and does it to other girls too.

you could feel that hope dying. well great, that was what you always wanted. right?

nope. no, you were absolutely wrong. because deep down in your heart, you never wanted this feeling to end.

but everything comes to an end, doesn't it?

— ☄. . ⋆✧ .

"no. no no no, this can't happen."

a few days ago, the news about the destruction of the ta'unui clan spread like wildfire in your clan. you heard it first from tsireya, and others came to tell you the same thing.

your studies had become the least of your priorities. you could envision the villagers of the ta'unui, how they looked, and how they felt as the RDA demolished their home in the blink of an eye.

the ta'unui people in your head started to distort, and slowly they were replaced with the metkayina. the awa'atlu village. your home, and everything you loved.

neteyam.

and everything was at risk now. people around you are crying, scrambling around, not knowing what to do. are we done for? the tsahìk's spirit sister had been killed. aritxa could be next. so is this it? this is ridiculous. you didn't want to die this way. even if eywa told you herself that this was meant to happen, like hell would you accept it.

your mother wiped the tears off of your panicked face, bringing you into the longest embrace you've ever had with her.

"oh, my love, do not weep. it hurts me seeing you like this," your mother's downhearted voice struck you right in the heart. never in your life had you thought you'd see her so miserable, so dejected.

"let me come along! please, i can't just let you and father go, what if you get hurt? what will become of me—"

your words instantly turned into sobs at the thought of seeing your parents hurt, all bloody and lifeless. and though you were trying your hardest to conceal it, anyone outside your marui could hear you. yet, they wouldn't care. everyone's lives were in danger. another's tears would be yours.

both your parents hugged you so tight, you could barely breathe. you didn't care. if this is how you'd die, at least it was in your parents' arms.

your father kissed you on the head before leaving, with the saddest smile on his face, along with your mother.

they were walking right into battle.

in the corner of your eyes, you saw neteyam coming towards you, with such a disheartened look on his face. you were astonished as to how he wasn't crying. not a single tear. his eyes didn't look like he was crying.

"teyam, please let me come with you."

that hoarse voice of yours nearly convinced him. but it takes a lot more than that for him to put you at risk.

no words came out of him.

nothing.

because he didn't need words.

just like how your parents did, he held you in his arms, so hard he didn't want to let go. when you both pulled away, he held your face in your hands meeting your bloodshot, puffy eyes. he never wanted to see you liked this. and he's making sure he won't, ever again.

"i can't let you, ______. how i wish i could have you alongside me, but no. i can't have you hurt. you, are the healer. who'll be fixing my cuts and bruises if you're not there, hm?"

your eyes cast down to the ground, wincing at his words. but he only brought your head up again so you would look at him. "i'll come back, for you. alright? i swear."

you huffed. "you better."

giving his last smile before he left, he ruffled your hair, and then off he was.

— ☄. . ⋆✧ .

time was passing.

the village was dreary. there were a few younger children and their mothers who were told to stay back, still crying.

you were trying your best to not jump into the sea right now.

you looked into the distance. you could hear the slightest sounds of gunshots, screeches of the tsuraks, and the war cries of your people.

every second passing was riling you up.

you looked down, fiddling with your fingers, attempting to calm your cries. your thoughts went back and forth in your head, "should i stay? or should i go? no, they told me to stay, i'll only bother them. oh — but what if they are hurt?"

and you hated yourself for disobeying your loved ones, but if any of them got hurt, you knew you wouldn't forgive yourself if you didn't.

standing up to your feet, you pushed aside the marui entrance, called for an ilu and off you went.

it took some time to get to the three brother's rocks, and you were trying your hardest to stay out the radar of the sky people.

finally arriving at the ship, you unlinked your queue from the ilu and swam around, looking for your friends and the sully kids. your breathing was starting to quicken as you tried to push away any negative thoughts. you had to find them.

"get on!" tsireya's voice was heard.

you whirled around, swimming in the direction of her voice. sadly, your weak heart was not ready for what you saw.

lo'ak was putting pressure on the wound. and neteyam, he could barely speak.

"oh no. no no, there's no time for this. uh—"

you hushed your voice, and hushed your panicking. you called for the ilu, and it swiftly came in just a second. "lo'ak. we must go back. now get on, keep putting pressure on the wound. try your best to not let any blood out." you voice came out stern, and he followed your orders.

tsireya helped lo'ak carry neteyam onto the ilu. neteyam was in between you and the younger sully.

you told the ilu to ride back home. and fast.

—

reaching shore, all of you got off your ilus and dashed straight to your marui.

your breathing was heavier than neteyam's, as you started to work on his wound.

"tsireya, please prepare the tawtsngal bandage while i clean the wound."

she did as told and went to your shelves to get the necessary items.

all your healing salves were already on the floor next to you, so you didn't have to run back and forth through the marui to get things.

"the sky demon's weapon went all the way through. okay, that's good, i won't have to dig for it. oh, my eywa." you were trying to quiet yourself as you started to slather the paste onto the entrance and exit wound, the salve naturally cleaning up the blood on the skin. you winced when you looked at the bloody flesh, nearly crying.

your eyes glanced to neteyam's face every once in a while, making sure he wasn't in too much pain. he was still breathing, that's what mattered.

tsireya came running to you with the bandage, woven out of tawtsngal stem. you quickly wrapped it around his chest, tightly so the blood would stop pouring out.

"we — will stitch him up after the blood stops. it won't be too long — since this paste is quick to stop it," your voice gets cut off at every tight knot you made with the bandage to secure it in place.

"are— are his lungs unhurt?" lo'ak asked you. "looking at the position of the, uh, shot, it has missed his organs."

you took another look at the bandaged wound, as if checking to be sure. it's not like you could see it anyway.

neteyam's eyes were closed so you checked his pulse. it was stable. a little slow, but stable.

"he will be okay. i'll make sure of it." you said at last, comforting yourself and the younger sully. tsireya let out the biggest sigh of relief.

he will be okay. he has to.

©ronalsgirl

give this baby some love guys

tagging: @azaleaniath @theycallmesia @saturnheartz @mirikusashes @thesecretsoftheuniverse @fanboyluvr @neteyamforlife @xaoxin @naynay2808

tags that won't work: @amortencjja @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @goatmilkaddict @erenjaegerwifee [help im actually confused are these "not working tags" working or nah? cus when i type the user in after the @ it doesn't show up but it still links to your guys' accounts somehow]

those who request to be in the taglist under this chapter, will be tagged in the next one. thank you!

final part will be out soon! :]

[w0w0zella]

um hello!!! im gonna be making a. bugbo murderstuck au Masterpost of sorts! I guess! ill format it like a q&a but im making up some of these questions myself. So lets get into it :3

this is a really long post! b careful :3

"what is murderstuck?" murderstuck is a Bugbo AU that made/am making (complicated wip status lol)! its a story that takes place a month and a bit after the events of familiar foe. Very long story short, gerbo ends up getting killed (on accident), joe then kills bugbo (On purpose) and joe seeks out thomas flyswatter for help. i have a post here that goes more into the story if you'd like to see it! vvv https://www.tumblr.com/w0w0zella/728157783124574208/ill-post-these-together-awawy-from-the-rest-of-the?source=share 

currently it is a well defined plot line that i and a couple other people have made art for,, and a work in progress fanfiction!

"why is it called "murderstuck"?"

murderstuck is actually (Believe it or not lol) a Homestuck thing! murderstuck is a specific part in act 5 act 2 of homestuck where one character kills someone and then someone else kills THEM, so i was like  Fuck yeah that makes total sense for this au. In all honesty, i just called it that cuz i needed a name to jump back to in discord for easy finding and it. Stuck i guess GIGGLES lol.

i am currently.  Semi looking for new name suggestions! so if anyone has any ideas !!!   Tell me !! Please !! I have No idea!! ((by the way, because murderstuck is already technically a thing, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by all the homestuck art :3

(question by geluga on discord) "where did joe get his cleaver ? is it the same way he just happened to have an axe in episode 2 or is it from something else?"

yeah no i didnt really think out him having a meat cleaver lol. lets say thaat. umm. He got it becuase he was preparing bugbo a Yummy Meal (Steak is his Favourite or some  shit idk) !!!

i do NOT rmember why i gave him a meat cleaver aswell. If you want a Good answer, the reason i gave him a meat cleaver and not his Trusty Axe is because his axe would have been far too dull and bulky to slit bugbos throat. if you want the TRUE answer Its because i forgot he had an axe at all and thought the meat cleaver would look cool

(question by onyx on discord) "did gj feel bad after The thing or did he feel like totally justified"

AMAZING QUESTION !!!! Gradient Joe feels EXTREME remorse. of course when he looks back on it he knows why he did it, but if we're being completely honest; bugbo was immobilized. he did not need to kill bugbo. if he had killed him while bugbo was choking him, that would be a different story. but he killed him while he was backed up into a tree, immobilized and begging for his life.

he feels extremely bad ! Very extremely bad!

(question from ANON in my ASK BOX) "DUDE I LOVE YOUR AU SM RAUGHHHHH also question uhh where is hoppo in the au? we havent really heard about her"

So. During the events of this au. she is. away. like she usually is. Dont really know where! Shopping at grocery market. back at war. lost at sea. you decide. (More info on hoppo in the next question

(question by kets on discord) "uuhhmmmm what is the absolute WORST ending this au could have realistically?????????? like if it didn't end whene thomas was ocmforting joe idk :3333333"

OKAY i coudl see this one of a couple ways. First way is, bugbo wins. bugbo succeeds in choking joe to death, And now he is alone (til hoppo gets back) i said this one first cuz its probably not the worst possible thing, but i think it would be pretty terrible!

second worst would be if Joe waited for hoppo to come back instead of going to thomas for help. In my humble opinion, i think that hoppo is very stubborn and VERY loyal. so. (to me at least) it stands to reason that if hoppo came back, she would side with bugbo VERY hard. she would probably fucking hate joes guts, and that would be the worst  thing for him after everything he already went through. Maybe they would Fight too idk…

Very first worst would be if joe just straight up killed himself after killing bugbo. I could see this as a thing he contemplated, but if he actually went through with it?  Oh my god Fucking imagine. all of there corpses there for hoppo to find when she comes back. Thomas rotting away in his lair without anyone to talk to (and without knowledge of bugbos death) for years? Devastating.

other notable endings include Joe OR bugbo Killing themselves directly after gerbos death, hoppo ending up killing joe out of anger when she comes back, Or (In a silly alternate universe that We made on Disc Ord…) bugbo comes BACK to life and DRAGS himself to go kill joe HIMSELF!!!!!!

(question by DEMO on DISCORD) "is gradient joe book smart or money smart" i am going to kill myself and its your fault i think. never speak to me again (Joke)

NOTABLE INFORMATION:

as stated before, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by Homestuck stuff !! i want to see all of your art and things!! Thank you!!

you are ONE HUNDRED PERCENT WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED to make stuff surrounding this au! Please Please Show It To Me!!!

if you are drawing During Fight or. During Murdering bugbo or joe, here are some things to note! - bugbo attempts to choke joe to death during a part in the fight, and he almost succeds! This causes Permanent scarring on gradient joes neck, and scratch marks all over bugbos arms from joe clawing at them!!!

- joe ends the fight with his shirt partially open and his tie missing!

- joe breaks bugbos right leg! there is a noticable gash on his inner right knee!

- joe kills bugbo by slitting his throat with a meat cleaver!- after joe is done, he drags bugbos body over to where gerbo died! (he was crushed by the fallen Stone Structure!)

thank you all so much for the love and support with this au It means so much to me. thank you from the botom of my hart.  IF YOU HAVE ANY COOL IDEAS, MORE QUESTIONS, OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA SHOW/TELL ME, MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!!

[alans-snz]

Happy Snalentines, @snz-eriya! Sorry for being a little late. I hope this is to your liking. I haven't written either of these two yet, so it turned out a bit short. But I really worked hard on it to try to make it just right. I hope you and everyone else enjoys it!!

An Unexpected Guest

(Gen/shin Im/pact, sick Cy/no, ft. Ti/gh/na/ri)

—

After a long day of patrolling for the Forest Rangers, Tighnari made his way back to Avidya Forest. On the way there, he recognized a familiar tall figure, trudging slowly through the forest. The man carried a long ancient-looking polearm at his side, and his sandals were covered in sand and dirt. "C-Cyno?" Tighnari's voice was laced with concern. Cyno didn't usually come by the village without notice. "What are you doing here? What about your—?"

The Forest Watcher's voice trailed off. As he quickly approached his friend, he began to piece things together. Upon closer inspection, he recognized the General Mahamatra looked slightly pale and seemed to be struggling to stay on his feet. In fact, Cyno seemed to be almost using his polearm as a crutch. Was he injured? Tighnari's ears and tail drooped. "You overworked yourself again," he stated. It wasn't even a question. He'd known Cyno for long enough that he could just tell. Although Cyno still shook his head.

"Nari, it's just ahl-h'hh!" Cyno began, but a sharp, quivering inhale trailed the beginning of his sentence. His mouth fell agape, and he scrunched his nose up in irritation. Pressing his wrist to his nose, Cyno swiftly turned to the side. "H'nkT-chn! H'nXt-uhh..." Although restrained, the sneezes seemed to take a lot of his remaining strength. His reddened nose and stubbornness made it appear that he'd been sneezing like this all day, but Tighnari guessed that as usual, he was determined to pass it off as "just allergies." Unfortunately for Cyno, his nose begged to differ, and interrupted him before he could do so, further confirming Tighnari's suspicions. "Nnn...'scuse me," Cyno stated simply and scrubbed at his nose with his free hand, his other clutching harder onto his polearm for support.

"Blessings," Tighnari said and placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. "Cyno, I know you care about your work, but you also need to take better care of yourself."

"Nari, I'm just a little tired, I'm not—" Cyno began, but Tighnari placed a finger over his own lips in a gentle shushing motion.

"I know you better than to fall for your 'not sick' antics," Tighnari stated carefully. His ears perked up like a sly fox as he began to describe his analysis of Cyno's current state. "I've noticed your subtle shiver, imbalance, and pale complexion: the unconscious grasping of your polearm to steady you, and your reddened nose is something anyone could notice. It certainly doesn't help your claims and confirms you are indeed unwell."

Nothing escaped Tighnari's sharp eyes and observational skills. Although Cyno knew this, he also didn't want to cause anyone to worry. Especially not Tighnari. He had so much on his plate already with so many different forms of research that giving him another thing to worry about would just be rude. After all, he could handle himself just fine, he didn't need any—

"Hh'h!...hn'nKt-chu!" Cyno's own sudden sneeze snapped him back to the present, and he just barely managed to pinch his nose in time. But he certainly was not done. "Ih'tKxt–chh, gXt–chuh...snf!" He sniffled gently and pawed at his itching nose. Damned tickle. He couldn't even speak without sneezing.

"Bless you," Tighnari said softly into Cyno's ear. While Cyno was distracted by his own sneezing, Tighnari had carefully moved himself to stand right next to him, to where the mahamatra could practically feel the man's body heat. Tighnari gently placed his hand on Cyno's shoulder and helped keep him steady as he restrained a few more sneezes. "Bless you. Now let's get you some rest."

"I mean it, 'Nari, I don't nee—h'hihh! Hn'gXtschh, tKxt–chuhh...ih'h, h'nKxT—chuu..."

"Archons bless you. Trust me, you do," Tighnari stated simply. He carefully helped Cyno to the Forest Rangers' Base of Operations. This way, Cyno could get some much-needed rest, and Tighnari could keep an eye on him and give him the medicine and caretaking he needed to recover.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A big one about ships, a couple of follow-ups, a couple of random twst-related ones (there is one about yandere!Ortho)!

Anonymous asked:

i also notice that uhh, you ship f/f and m/m but not f/m? (I mean ofc twst has Three Women Total but ive heard of women in series you've liked before), does f/m feel weird to you? do you just happen to not ship any of it?? i mean im not judging or anything, i only like m/m LOL.

also on this topic, since ive been meaning to ask,. you only call katsu your partner, not anything gendered, so does that mean they're nonbinary?? (i assume katsu reads stuff on your blog/you read stuff together so KATSU PLEASE PLEASE INFLUENCE YOUR PARTNER TO DRAW MORE FISH NEOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Hi Anon!

We do have some het ships, but they really are rare. We talked about it at some point, here are the posts: 1, 2. Katsu was kind enough to find them… But it was ages ago (3 years ago, in fact), so I’ll talk about it again!

It isn’t weird for us to ship f/m; and if the dynamic is our “type”, we’ll very likely to gravitate towards the said ship. A good example of one of our favourite het ships is Eren and Annie from SnK. They have a lot of features and elements of our favourite m/m and f/f ships: one is passionate, determined, stubborn and a bit dumb (due to being blinded by his own determination), the other one is quiet, snarky, a kind of depressed and looks unapproachable, but actually has a soft spot for the first one.

And the girl doesn’t always have to be the “passive” one, because a lot of our favourite het ships could be described as “a bossy woman/a pushover guy that complains a lot”. Like Jordan Sullivan/Perry Cox from the tv series “Scrubs”.  So the guy bitches about how much of a Satan she is and how miserable she makes him, and he clearly knows just how villainous she could be, and yet for some reason the moment she stops torturing him with her attention, he is suddenly lost and confused. Basically, it’s either this, or the previous dynamic for the most part lol

If the ship is fun to play around with, we’ll ship it, even if it’s f/m. We don’t have anything against it in general. But we do have a bias towards f/f and m/m ships that is partially caused by the fact that our favourite dynamics are more likely to exist within those. And of course because the same sex ships are less likely to get canonized and therefore reduced to “happily ever after” in canon… which is something that we absolutely hate :(

And to answer your second question: Katsu isn’t non-binary; it’s just that the pronounces that we use are all over the place. It’s mostly due to the fact we use masculine form when talking to each other (and a lot of our friends) in Russian, mostly out of habit: a lot of people of our generation did (or still do) that either for the sake of sounding more neutral or because they used to roleplay male characters. I’m simplifying it a lot though; it’s kind of one hell of a can of worms that works differently for different people lol This is why you can really use any pronoun when talking about us, it doesn’t really matter that much. Katsu called me a “he” in one of the Nebula replies a couple of weeks ago lol and likes it more in general.

But technically Katsu and I are each other’s girlfriends. We can’t get married, so this status is permanent, but it doesn’t sound that serious, I guess.

And worry not, Katsu has heard your prayers… the other day we were actually shocked to learn that it’s been quite a while since we’ve posted anything fish-related, wow yikes! Gotta fix that!

Anonymous asked:

Hi, a little late but about the twst girls post... I still think about Jamil's vulva... her pink flesh stick out so shyly... that's the outcome of her hard work as Kalim's servant! haha 😵‍💫🤭🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Anooon! Thank you so much <3 I love talking about the twst girls very much, so I am very happy that you still think about it. I put my entire heart into Jamil’s…. yep. That part that Kalim looks at every time they take a bath together. And do other things.

We do have an ask about all the girlies’ private parts, and I am in the process of writing it. I really hope to finish it soon, and you just motivated me even more 💪😔💕

Anonymous asked:

The tapis rouge event isn't even over yet and I'm already wondering who they're going to choose if they decide to make an extra ssr card like silk Vil and applepom Jamil. Based on the group they have in this event, Floyd seems to be the most likely candidate. Maybe Ace and Jamil are feeling generous! I could also see Azul getting his hands on an extra outfit and just handing it to the tweels going "you guys can figure it out" and letting them decide. If I had to choose anyone, I would like for Azul to give it to Idia, just to see him uncomfortable in fancy clothes (also the fact that it's a gift from Azul... The ultimate betrayal!!!). Who would you choose?

Oh good question!!

I would love to see either Floyd or Jade, they would look great, especially Floyd, considering the fact that he is also quite a stylish guy lol I can also picture Azul just giving them an extra outfit so the tweels could fight for it. But even in that scenario Jade is going to let Floyd have it, I think….

However, for some reason if feel like they’re going to pick someone from a different dorm. So Idia actually would be a great pick. I feel like it’s been a while since he had Non-Birthday SSR cards..? I might be biased because I really love the guy and would LOVE to see him suffer while wearing high fashion. The more I think about it, the more I want this to actually happen wow lol

Anonymous asked:

sometimes I forget if I put myself anonymously. anyways, opinions on yandere Ortho? stuff like Ortho possibly messing with idias brain or TW:body modification

possibly changing his brothers body so they can be together forever? like replacing his limbs with robotic ones that type of stuff

You’re good, Anon; and if you suddenly realize that you wanted to send something via Anon, just tell us and we won’t post your username!

We talked about yandere Ortho quite a lot, here are some of the posts on this topic: 1, 2.

But actually! I believe we never really talked about things that you’ve mentioned, which is a shame, because this is such a hot idea. Saying goodbye to Idia sounds like something that Ortho would never want to happen, so he really might start modifying Idia’s body while he is still young. One day Idia is just going to wake up with his legs cut off, because Ortho suddenly decided that it’s time to start. Why didn’t he talk about it with Idia first? Well, it’s better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission, right? Hehe~

Anonymous asked:

Re: Eric and the teachers meeting

Maybe during parent-teacher meetings? 👀

Could be! But this is too brief of a meeting I think… well, doesn’t matter, if we ever get the urge to ship Eric with anyone, we’ll find a way. 👀

Anonymous asked:

wait a minute. if those previous anons do take over jade and idias spot wont they end up together???

OH SHOOT YOU’RE RIGHT.

Damn. I hope those two Anons have fun. Jade will sit there and watch. And force Idia to also watch.

[garmanarnarr]

here from ao3 (asperfern) to ask abt vampire morty because i am intrigued tee hee

OKAY SO you said accidental and im wondering how this would happen, obv because of rick but im curious !!!!!!!!!!!!!! also i love love love love love trivia so if you have random obscure ideas/headcanons abt this then i would be overjoyed

Hello! Thanks for reading! Got a little wordy and a little nsfw so I put it all below the cut.

So re: how Morty became a vampire— I’m thinking it was something pretty typical for them where Rick told Morty to do something risky, or act as bait, and then bam Morty’s been bitten and… they gotta figure it out. Like maybe something goes haywire in the Tiny Rick episode where they’re fighting vamps at their high school and Morty ends up with some long lasting effects? Either way, I see it as something that Rick CAN, on a technical level, fix, because of course he can. It’s just a massive pain in the ass and could take months, or even years, to find a way to resolve (like it’s super stubborn and even cloning or Rick’s other go-to fixes don’t work well). So, like as is typical in the show, Morty has to figure out how to live this new, fucked up lifestyle until his grandpa decides he’s sick enough of Morty’s aversion to sunlight/not sleeping/UHH DRINKING HIS BLOOD that he finds a way to fix him.

On that, for random thoughts and trivia: in the fic I tried to hint that the blood drinking might not necessarily be just a one way thing where only Morty enjoys doing it. At the root of it, I think Rick actually likes Morty being so physically dependent on him, always asking for him, always needing him close…. In theory. But he’s irritated by it in practice because 1) the logistics of getting your blood sucked sucks, no pun intended, and 2) Morty’s uhhhh horny about it. And Rick doesn’t know what to do with that, especially since he doesn’t exactly throw a non-reaction to Morty getting excited when he feeds.

I just. Watching the toxic Rick episode makes me think that Rick enjoys pathetic, needy, desperate Morty when that need is fixated on Rick. And Morty being a vampire suddenly introduces a whole new angle on that. And I haven’t even gotten into the power Morty would have over Rick now, too!

Other random thoughts:

- Rick might invent something to basically like…. Pump his blood for Morty, to keep things from getting all touchy feely when they feed. Morty likes it way less than just drinking from Rick straight, though

- Morty can probably detect flavor changes in Rick’s blood depending on if he’s been drinking a lot recently, doing drugs, etc. oh my god and he can probably get secondhand drunk if Rick’s blood alcohol content is high enough??? THATS A THOUGHT

- Morty will get incredibly lethargic and fucked up if he doesn’t drink from Rick at least once daily. If he’s in an absolute pinch he could use a random’s blood (like a blood pack) or a an animal’s blood to keep from totally shutting down.

[pleafyistired]

Yesss that makes sense. What's up with the antagonist(s) 🐜 [<- spell check really wanted an ant emoji in there for some reason] - 🕶

workin on it! Please stand by..

ill summarise them! Or.. try to lol! Luckily they arent as fucking complicated as chris and erics dynamic lol

also that ant is so silly it stays ❤️🐜

The first one is panna! This fella is a lil SHIT that im still having to work out lol. But basically, theyre a vessel for the chaos pieces lodge into earth when earth was created long long ago. Theyre supernatural and the only motive they have really is furthering the chaos in the world. Theyve been through lots of skin and right now, its a human skin theyve taken. Its very dubious whether the human vessel is seperate from the crystals and panna is always a FUCKLOAD of ambiguity. It is implied theyre still somewhat human with human desire and can go insane without some human things. But at the core, they only care about one and one thing only: chaos on earth. beside that, panna is the silliest most whimsical guy of the show :3 they do things to please the chaos they held but also for their own fun! Absolutely no moral compasses, evil for the Lolz basically. Theyre also the top scientist and interested in knowledge beside their full job as the local menace ^_^

the second guy is… well his name is actually macabre, but my nickname for him is gun guy lol. Why? Well this dude is like what the name suggest, all about guns. In the fantasy world, hes the only one who have the ability to use the iron in his blood to turn it into armor and weaponry, and he use this fact to become a killer machine. He also have one single motive, which is just the destruction of everything he can. He will destroy Everything for no reason. Hes true evil and just want to kill everything basically! He has tore away his skin and turn the veins that coat his skinless body into guns and use it to destroy everything, he especially like turning his arms into machine guns! Its doesnt just limit to gun though, but thats his favourite weapon. Guns doesnt even exist yet before him, so technically hes the inventor of guns. Beside the mechanical parts, his biological body is also a fucking Gun itself. His skin is akin to those sea slugs that can sting you and can shoot out poisonous stings. Uhh to better visualise this, this video about the type of sea slugs im talking about.

erics dad is called ivan and a typical abuserrr. He abused eric and traumatised chris basicallyyyyy. Eric thought he was an amazing dad and a saviour for bringing him back to life but then he had an Actual healthy relationship lol. Chris is preyed on by him and got some issues from the dude. General bad guy whos also selfish and apathetic toward everybody and just care about his goals.

chris? He got a crisis about him being good after going full dictator mode when he returned from fighting macabre. He was paranoid about his loved ones being hurt again due to Complicated plot reasons and thought the “good” thing to do is take control over fucking EVERYTHING and went full dictator. And then he got Angel Disease (yes thats a disease i made up its very sick and Not Good for You ^_^) just not a good time for anyone in general. the thing about paragon heros, is that they are incredibly stubborn and will never do anything against what they thought is good. They would abandon everything for what they think is right, friends family themselves even. The problem is. What they Think is Right might not be Actually Right. Like that one post “humans will do anything they think is moral. You cant convince humans to do things they dont think is moral. You can convince anythings is moral to humans.” And thats the BASICCCC problem with the typical hero archetype. Their own stubborness to fight for what is right may seem admirable and awesome, until the “right” thing to do stop matching up to whats actually right. Chris got this exact issue lol. VERY brief summary of the beginning of part 2/3 of my story ^_^

honorable mention lol. Hes only mentioned in passing and never directly take part in the story, but also a big reason for chris’s fucked up childhood ^_^

[melissa-titanium]

its late but im thinking about oc romance in like. a logical way. its easier for me to comprehend it when its not written out poetically LOL

ive always bounced back and forth between how mels. well. romance behaviors are. but also i think its important for me to take into context the parallel potential for him & draco.

draco has only been in one relationship (magmivit doesnt count, it never surpassed the puppy love phase before. well. yk LOL... or you dont i guess. uhh.) but it was like. it actually would have worked & was a genuine good thing for both of them until. mel ruined it because that fuckhead ruins everything

but my idea for mel always switches sides drastically. options being a) he has no interest in romance at all. he fully believes anyone trying to tie them to him/get 'too close' to him is trying to get something out of him because of his overall negative view of the world & other people. b) many, many superficial relationships; purely acting as an ego boost for him. he's literally a prince & canonically handsome as hell & very socially intelligent its not hard for him to get someone to like him. the most rugged butch you have ever met literally how could anyone say no. i sound insane okay moving on

anyway. draco and mel are like, exact opposites of one another. which is exactly what ties them together. and since this aspect of their stories is like, a big part of the plot. i think its kind of important for me to think about i guess.

draco is emotionally very intelligent. highly empathetic, not exactly able to comprehend complex social interactions but very willing to state her opinion when need be. her social ineptness can often lead her to hurting other people unintentionally.

mel is socially very intelligent. practically nonexistent empathy (not a bad thing. mel isn't bad, none of my characters are fundamentally bad, mel just happens to be low empathy) but 100% knows the best path through a conversation, mostly through intensive playing of a role/acting. but this ALSO leaves him with no knowledge of how to deal with emotions, those being others or his own. this pushes him down a self destructive path which he doesn't even consider trying to reverse until far, far into his afterlife. his stubbornness was his downfall, but he's not immovable.

[yarnclan]

Read Tigerhearts Shadow, liked it ok.

I like the books where the cats interact with different settings, especially twoleg stuff, its very fun to me. I would give Dovewing all of my bbq.

I might be stupid but uhh.... I didnt fully realize it was a church that they were living in until the kits crashed a funeral. It being framed as a big place where twolegs gather and "yowl" made me think it was a stadium or symphony hall... but uhh, in hindsight its pretty obvious. I just dont think about churches very often. This particular story did feel extra... religious to me? Like more than the avarage warrior cats plot. Maybe it was just because so much of it was centered around blind faith in StarClan and dreams.

I really liked Spiresight tho. I thought he was cool and him and Blaze's relationship was really sweet. I thought the scean when Tigerstar posthumously makes him a warrior was... a little odd.... he never really expressed a desire to be one, and the element of it seeming to be The Reason he makes it to StarClan was kinda... uncomfortable?? It reminded me of that thing some churches do of posthumously baptizing dead celeberties... idk, the framing of the whole book really does make it seem like the clans are an isolated war cult. Which is fascinating. But I do feel like the books frame Tigherheart's devotion and insistance that all cats should live like the clans as correct on some level... even tho, idk the anarchist city cats that give out free healthcare and think its pointless to "own" land seem to have the right idea to me. Well, in my headcannon Fierce calms down and they all go back to chilling in the basment.

In my dreams I'd like to think that the point was supposed to be that StarClan or what ever gave Dovewing the dream so that she and Tigerheart could learn from these cats and maybe chill the fuck out. Except Tigerheart is terminally stubborn and only Dovewing absorbed anything. Otherwise its a little unclear why they got sent away to that particular place? Dovewing had personal fears that made sense but idk if she'd have left without the dream. Tigerheart was presumably supposed to go find the lost shadowclan cats and also three more guys, but it just seems like a very roundabout way to get him to do that... It was a plot very driven by prophecy but the -why- of the prophecy didnt really make sense to me... i havent read tBC but i know a bit about Shadowsight's whole deal and kinda thought as I was reading that maybe Spire would have knowlage to save Shadowkit and that was why they were going... or that he'd be an important mentor for him for a bit but uhhhn.... nah. Idk maybe it comes up more in tBC?

I do like Tigerheart as a character, I like that he's stubborn and selfish, and also always justifying his actions for the greater good. Its cool that those traits were on display. But i do think warriors has a general issue of feeling the need to flatten their pov characters, or act like they are in the right..? Its weird, its like all the traits are there, even kinda acknowleged, but just... wind up burried? I dont know if im doing a good job explaining what i mean... its all something that kinda feels like a symptom of the books being outlined by different people than the ones who write them. Tigerhearts Shadow very much felt like that kind of book to me. Maybe even further acentuated by the need to fit into another series as a side story.

[doomed-era]

knocks on your door. champions descendants ask. also take your time (imagine this glowing in a poorly edited photo like the human i remember youre photos)

hehe

oh man this should be fun. so long story short gaffen did originally have a good relationship with all of them! they just uhh eventually deteriorated.

yunobo: they were buds...hung out at hot springs a lot when yunobo wasn't working tbh. he may be a bit of a scaredy cat but he's also the more sensible of the two and has occasionally rescued gaffen from doing something Stupid. then yunobo would go do something objectively stupid with him anyway like heading down an abandoned mineshaft. gaffen also got him to like flavored ice for some reason he used to make little popsicle things for him and yunobo and they'd try to eat them as fast as possible. i think yunobo just likes the crunch. also gaffen has tried making mud popsicles for him and he liked them.

teba: he's not really the dad friend but calls himself that anyway. whenever they hang out teba likes to be doing something productive. he's always moving around or taking care of tulin or practicing archery or whatnot. gaffen usually hung out with teba on small hunting trips I think they have battled monsters together. teba has tried to get gaffen to hold a bow differently because he thinks it's not proper form but gaffen either is too stubborn to change it or is too lazy to try another technique. also for a year or two he had a little baby carrier for tulin but tulin doesn't fit in it anymore (bc ironically gboh is set four years after botw which makes it really close to when totk could have happened if it were real. so tulin is about that age maybe slightly younger.)

riju: i'm kinda tempted to say they didn't hang out as much as gaffen did with the others pre-brainworms. however they are friends! gaffen just wandered around gerudo town and gets distracted and riju was busy a lot. if they did hang out it was usually with buliara's supervision outside of town. they liked racing sand seals especially (and gaffen sort of relates to being so obsessed with a certain species of companion animal.) yes gaffen has taken riju to see horses. he tried to teach her how to ride and riju wasn't a big fan but was polite and humored him anyway. gaffen did frequently talk to buliara about yiga problems, and usually got the latest scoop from her.

sidon: though sidon is technically training to become a king he used to be less busy than riju if he wasn't wandering around trying to rescue people or otherwise do sidon things. so they hung out quite a bit. they'd go fishing or laze around near the dam or eat bugs usually. gaffen doesn't go near zora's domain anymore and hasn't for two years and sidon is miserable about this. he wanders around the domain waiting for gaffen to come back sometimes like a lost puppy. also im ngl i think him and yunobo are friends. i think they'd like each other and gaffen invited them both to a party so they have met...

[whmp]

in case you're just here for the good stuff, i'll be tagging my personal ramblings as #whmpersonal so you can avoid em BUT this is tangentially related to the game project i'm working on, so stick around i guess? tl;dr: i'll probably make a more coherent post where I ask ppl for help (especially artists). also, i'll be more attentive and answer your asks faster, hopefully. : )

anyway, after a bit of a "review" of my creative process (and i guess my uhh way of living in general?) i've noticed that it's a huge clusterfuck. and that it has been since i was a kid. without some external pressure or an imposed structure (like deadlines, parents or strongly worded emails) i just sort of relied on random surges of productivity to carry me through life. on one hand, it's kinda fun: most of the time i'm not doing anything valuable and then all of a sudden i condense weeks worth of work into several sleepless days during which i feel like An Immortal Unstoppable God. lighting bolts shoot from my fingertips, my eyes glow in the dark, and my caffeine-to-blood volume ratio is hovering around 1.

unfortunately, it's not really sustainable. the "not doing anything valuable" stage that takes up most of my time is not me just chilling. it's me freaking the fuck out about not doing anything despite wanting to and finding myself just. not able to. not to mention that some things just need minor, but constant maintenance - at best i'd just forget about them and face the consequences later on. at worst i'd be acutely aware of them while procrastinating, clueless as to what's wrong with me.

couple that with a couple other unhealthy habits, a microscopic attention span and wow, i fit like all the criteria for adhd. i gotta admit i was super sceptical at first when doing any research, since, well. how the fuck am i even supposed to gain any unbiased insight into this. anyway, i spent a stupid amount of money on an official diagnosis (seriously why is this not covered by insurance gsygx), it took a million meetings and tests and i get a piece of paper that says i have add and deserve some medication.

this has also made me realize that i'm spread out super thin when it comes to projects. i love every single one of them, but im going to have to be a bit more realistic in terms of what can remain in "when it's done" limbo and what needs a bit of a push. the whump game is unique in that it's not just me who wants this to eventually get released. so! what this means is that it needs a proper, project structure. not a .txt on my desktop where i keep a backlog of missing features. but must important of all, it needs ~*people*~. this is the first time i took a step back and estimated how much time everything would take me and yeahhhh i was being very optimistic when i said "playable build in 2023" lol. i've been hesitant to ask for help bc 1. i'm stubborn : ) 2. im bad at coordinating stuff 3. i can't pay ppl - like seriously, there is one person making a model for me (if you're reading this sorry i didn't ask if you want a tag but this is just a personal post where i keep yapping) and it's looking so clean and professional,,, you gotta sell this as an asset.

HOWEVER im getting past the mentality of "i gotta do as much as i can by myself". and also taking meds so that im able to focus on tasks (both gamedev-related and others) and actually pay attention to what im doing. which is great news for development! and answering asks! ill be making a dev post where i tag all the ppl and will also ask for help.

that's it. im on a train rn and bored out of my mind so this is why this post exists, sorry. anyway check out this screenshot of a moment in clone high that i relate to deeply.

[zhongscara]

for the ask game ("send me a character and i'll do this"): what about diluc and uhh jean

diluc

Sexuality Headcanon: bi with male pref and terribly repressed about it Gender Headcanon: sometimes he's a cis guy sometimes he's a trans guy he contains multitudes!!! he is a forlorn vengeful maiden witch in a mans body!!! idk!!! A ship I have with said character: chiluc... enemies to lovers who want to kill each other but the sex is too good yeah. they've got some crazy under negotiated bdsm going on. A BROTP I have with said character: i dont think diluc has close friends A NOTP I have with said character: i actually dont ship diluc much outside of some dabbling into chiluc so i dont really have a NOTP (i personally use NOTP to mean a ship that annoys me and not like. idk ships im uncomfortable for reasons like incest etc) A random headcanon: ik a lot of people hc him with a stockier build and theyre so real for that but i personally think hes built like a victorian heir with a mysterious illness who needs to be in the gardens and he carries his claymore by sheer will General Opinion over said character: diluc is my fave between the ragbros #notlikeothergirls... i love pathetic sopping wet kitten angsty batman types who repress trauma and blame themselves for shit and have terrible coping mechanisms that make them very unfriendly

jean

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian who had a comphet era where she thought she had to have a crush on diluc. (diluc thought she was just being nice he was very much a weird kid) Gender Headcanon: prooobably nonbinary or genderqueer, she considers herself a woman but also considers womanhood as a performance she has to put on, but doesn't really feel uncomfortable with that. she also doesn't label herself so there's that. A ship I have with said character: rarepair moment but i think jean/eula would be interesting! jean wants eula to let her walls down bc she herself thinks eula is a wonderful person with a heart of gold but eula is too stubborn/doubtful of her family name to see that! A BROTP I have with said character: kaeya once joked she was his sister from another mister and jean nearly teared up from happiness and kaeya was like ?! DONT CRY A NOTP I have with said character: nothing really worth mentioning LOL A random headcanon: she likes spicy food. if it was modern au genshin jean would fuck up one of those insane spicy cheese korean instant noodles like it was nothing! go white girl go! General Opinion over said character: i enjoy her but i forget her bc i dont think about mond a lot oops

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I wish to know more about the new au/oneshot

-Small brain anon

OKAY ! (i assume u mean the harry & the hendersons one)

i honestly didn't rlly have the idea until that one scene where harry gives sarah (the sister) flowers to make peace with her, n then i mentally pointed and went TWINSDUO :D

and tommy EASILY fits ernie LMAO so that was easy, n the other characters fell into place pretty easily. still tied between who lafleur will be. i THINK quackity...just cause of that one scene where they make up at the end LMFAO im a sucker for preyduo &lt;;33 (i swear they had a different duo name but oh well)

(also before i forget this'll probably be an ao3 post cause a. length and b. not rlly g/t)

techno ofc wouldn't be bigfoot but i'm thinkin like maybe "the nether" is an old myth of an ancient dimension? and ofc piglins would be like the ancient creature to go with it, ergo TECHNOBLADE >:]

idk where to set it tho, cause the hendersons are camping when they find harry but im thinking somewhere else? maybe not idk ,,,

i also wanna include tubbo at some point cause a. fireworkduo and b. i want him to be that one token kid/"nerd" in most movies that knows everything about the problem their facing but they rarely listen to them but in a last ditch effort when the things said token kid are coming true they ask for assistance. and tubbo being tubbo is stubborn or smth. idk.

also i want techno to be more like mentally capable than harry was, i mean not fully human ofc but like. he knows some things. bonus if he plays tricks on sbi or smth >:D

and i also had an image of sbi's house being by a river which can mean mud sometimes, meaning tommy, before really knowing what a piglin was and thinking he was like. a hybrid with a human and a pig, takes a bucket of mud and splashes it on techno LMFAO

(they spend the rest of the evening with techno chasing him. techno wins btw)

and uhh idk i'll just follow the movie pretty much,,,, ALSO random but i want irene to be dream 😊 it fits a lot of fics i've read with sbi LMFAO also i can totally see dream just having an electric knife with him PFFF (but i'm not gonna have irene's character match dream totally, i want rivalsduo bonding <3,,,, maybe i'll throw in another irene-esque character, uHH like fundy :D)

also i want like techno to go more animalistic if he sees gold. just. he goes rabid for it LMFAO (i want to make it so wilbur has like. a lot of gold. maybe a necklace or a golden guitar pick,,,,, BONUS: leading onto that tommy's hair in the sun or wilbur's jumper in the sun >:D)

techno'll probably be like a foot or two taller than hath!bigfoot just cause. g/t. >:]

(size chart bc i love doing them <3)

(techno: 10 ft/304 cm, wilbur 6'4/195 cm, tommy: 4'9/149 cm, phil: 5'9/180 cm, kristen: 5'6/170 cm, tubbo: 4'5/137 cm

ALSO one last thing abt ages,,,,, tommy'll probably be liiiike 10 or 11 (same for tubbo) wilbur 17 or 18 and i won't bother with phil or kristen. typical parent age GNFSD

OKAY um. thoughts? 👀

[kiruvry]

I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABT THE MIITOPIA PLAYTHROUFH

HIIII!!!!! OKAY OKOK

just to start with its just like. my teammates that are overwatchy and stuff because i hardly think id have enough people to work with if i made npc smth from ovw 🤨 but what i do have is uhh!!

jack, gabe, ana, reinhardt, cassidy, genji, moira, angela, torbjörn, lena and then winston for the horse LMFAOOOO

the blackwatch team were supposed to be the ones i had in realm of the fey rather than neksdor but i remembered you only get the tank job in realm of the fey so i had to swapsies 🤨

OK SO LJKE. OK.

im at the point in the game where ive just gotten to peculia and like. have just gotten to the darker lord yk 🤨

- jack is the main hero, i play him as a stubborn chef (grillmaster76 reference 😨) but bc of the yk . main hero thing he's swapped jobs to being a thief with the neksdor crew (i missed gabe) and was a warrior with the realm of the fey crew B)

greenhorne

- gabriel i played as a stubborn thief, moreso because you can't get the vampire job until way later on but also like ?? i dunno man!! i kinda fucked with it so it's staying

- ana i chose to be a kind mage i think . i was gonna make her cool originally but i kinda enjoyed the little quirks w the kind personality 🤨 mage i chose for reasons not even i really know ?? i was definitely tempted by the sleep tight skill i think LMFAO

- reinhardt i play as an energetic warrior, for like. obvious reasons id hope FGAHGSJAHDJAF

neksdor

- cassidy i played as a laid-back popstar, for genuinely no other reason that nothing else fit and i really wanted his hat 😭 also i thought itd be so funny to have him of all people be the like. relationship fixer 💀

- genji i played as a cool imp i think . ya. i would've gone warrior with him because of the sword but i really did NOT wanna repeat jobs it makes me so 😿😿AUEEUUgh repeating them so i ended up going with imp for him ?? it's really funny to be honest 😭

- aaaand moira i played a cautious scientist :] cautious not so much because it matched personality wise but moreso for the quirks that it has, i felt they'd be fitting !! reasoning for the scientist job though i think is obvious HSJAHAJAJ

realm of the fey

again this was supposed 2 be the blackwatch folks but i had to swapsies bc im crazy picky with my jobs 😿 ueueue

- mercy i played as a kind cleric, kinda because like. Woah. The Healer . but also the opportunity for the resurrection ability with angela gawddamn ziegler of all people is way too good to pass up on 🤨

- torbjörn i think i made a stubborn tank?? my friend violet suggested the tank job for him and it made me giggle bc it reminds me of his turrets HEHAGSGAJSJSF i also thought itd be really funny for him to straight up launch teammates

- tracer i chose to be an energetic cat i think . YA . energetic because like. this is lena oxton we're talking about . and i think i went with the cat job because of it's like. IDK it feels fast/agile and the claws reminded me a bit of tracer's double guns so 🤨

for non teammates i don't have many npcs who are ovw folks, but the process behind deciding the first dark lord was really funny HEHAHAHAJAJ

legitimately my train of thought was like... who in overwatch is just incredibly pathetic . nobody came to mind. thought harder. reach an epiphany.

and then we got here <3 (mii by @violetspark14 btw !!! they're fucking CRAZY)

and great sage ramattra followed shortly after, i think it's the way they dress + the staff and sorta the general vibes of the sage?? IDK. i remembered i had to assign a mii and like.

(VINE BOOM)

(AGAIN, MII BY VIOLET :] they're responsible 4 theeee ramattra + maximilien + torbjörn miis :])

you can't see everybody here properly but!!! the gang :]

and of course i can't just NOT let you all see this video when i managed to capture it in time ❤