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[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut

warnings: rough oral (m. receiving), semi public? (in a bathroom), pet names, i think that’s all?

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you were backstage at MusicCore. the green room was chaotic at this point, the boys were on stage next and were getting their last minute touch ups. the energy was high, vocal warm ups going on around you. you sat back on the couch and watched them. you loved these moments, where you could just sit back and observe them in their natural element. you loved them all so much and were so proud of them. this comeback has been amazing so far and you know they’ve worked so hard. especially your boyfriend, chan. he nearly works himself to death, with little sleep and lots of stress. he’s so busy all the time that you start to worry about him. but you know it’s no use. he knows his limits and you know he wouldn’t change a thing. a staff member pokes their head in the room and announces it’s time for them to head to side stage. the boys file out of the room, one by one. chan always being at the end of the line, he stops in front of you.

he looks so good. you thought this had to be one of his best outfits yet. at least, it’s your favorite one he’s worn in a long time. the light colored denim pants he wore were covered in pockets of different sizes and they hung low on his hips, the elastic band of his boxers peaking out over the top. he wore a complimentary light blue long sleeve crop top with a zipper down the front. what you would give to be able to unzip him. his muscles peaked out from under the crop top, but you couldn’t see much. he looked down at you, his perfectly styled, tousled hair tickling his forehead. the dark eye makeup he wore only added to his ‘rock star’ aesthetic. he brushed your hair behind your ear, before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"be back soon, baby." he said.

you smiled up at him and nodded. "good luck"

with a brush of his thumb against your cheek, he exited, leaving you alone in the room. not long after, the television announced the start of their performance. you watched intently, having trouble keeping your eyes off of chan. seeing him perform always seemed to get you riled up, and couple that with this insanely hot outfit he was wearing today.. you were feeling it in some very intimate places. the song came to a close with all of them in their ending pose, one hand in the air. your eyes locked on chan. his one hand in the air had his chiseled stomach on full display. his chest was heaving as he panted, out of breath. his abs flexing with each breath he took. he dropped his hand, placing his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath, and simultaneously stealing yours. he adjusted his pants briefly and then bit his lip before letting out a small smirk. an involuntary "oh my god" left your lips at the sight. and then the screen went black. "oh.. my god." you said again, bringing your hand to your mouth. you didn’t know how long you sat there, dumbfounded, before the door crashed open and a loud ruckus of boys entered the room. you stood from the couch, wanting to congratulate them on another great performance but you weren’t confident in your ability to form words. and that fear was cemented as chan walked in, still slightly out of breath, sweat glistening on his skin. you gently pushed through the others, who were joyfully talking amongst themselves, and beelined for chan.

"can i talk to you for a minute?" you asked quietly.

"let me change my clothes real quick-" he said, reaching for his bag.

"no!" you exclaimed, louder than you intended. he looked over at you finally.

he must have noticed the look on your face, because he said "baby, what’s wrong?"

"nothing." you said, glancing around nervously. "it’s just really important that i talk to you right now." you said, tugging on his shirt sleeve, pulling him toward the door. he obliged, letting you pull him out of the green room and down the hallway. you rounded a corner and found a bathroom. not the classiest option, you thought, but you didn’t care at that moment. pulling him inside, you shut the door behind him and locked it.

"honey, what’s happening?" he asked, confused. his back was against the bathroom door and you took a step back and just looked at him. he looked nervous. could he really not tell how you were feeling in this moment? you were feeling hot and uncomfortable in your wet underwear, and completely in love and needy. he started to reach for you, as he raised his arm, his shirt also lifted, revealing his stomach to you once again. you felt weak, your legs giving out as you dropped to your knees in front of him. this startled him and he started to kneel with you, to check on you, but you stopped him by placing your hands on his hips. your face was level with his pelvis now. the elastic band of his boxers only inches from your lips. you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes pleading.

"baby?" he brought his hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. he looked so incredibly sexy, towering over you like this, the next thought that crossed your mind managed to slip past your lips.

"you’re a god." you said quietly. but in the silent bathroom, he heard you perfectly clear. he chuckled, embarrassed, his cheeks turning a light pink as he looked away from you. you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the exposed skin just below his belly button. his head snapped back to you in an instant. "this outfit, channie.." you whispered against his skin. "it’s ruining me." your fingertips gently ran up his sides, pushing his shirt up, fully revealing his hard abdomen. you gently kissed him again, this time just to the right of his belly button.

he inhaled sharply. "y/n, im all sweaty.." he warned.

"that’s even better." you told him, before flattening your tongue against his skin and licking a stripe up the middle. he tasted salty in your mouth and you felt your needy clit throbbing. you rubbed your thighs together trying to get some friction. you kissed his stomach again, and licked again, wanting to devour him. you looked up at him, as your tongue traced the lines of his muscles. he was panting again, but for a whole different reason. his pupils were blown wide, his eyes so full of love and adoration but at the same time filled with lust and need. you nibbled at his skin with your teeth, causing him to groan slightly. you reached for the button on his pants, pulling it free.

"princess.. you don’t have to." he said gently.

"channie, i want to." you unzip him and slip your hand inside, palming his erection through his boxers. "please, can i?" you begged.

"i can’t say no to you. not when you ask so sweetly." he helps you pull his pants and underwear down, letting them pool at his ankles. his cock springs free, fully erect and leaking. your mouth waters at the sight. you grab him by the base and lick the precum from his tip. you take the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. "fuck" he breaths out, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open. you start to suck him gently, slowly taking all of him into your mouth. your nose brushes the skin of his stomach as you gag around his length. you pull him all the way out, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to him, and you take a deep breath. his hands find your hair, his fingertips brushing your scalp. he guides your mouth back on him. he pushes your head down until your gagging again. "that’s it, baby. choke on my cock." he says, breathlessly. he releases you and you pull away gasping for air. you hold him in your hand, stroking him, before leaning down and taking one of his balls in your mouth. you suck on it for a moment before doing the same to the other.

"fuck, baby. your so good.. sucking my cock in the bathroom. such a little cock slut." he says. you moan around him, sending shivers through his body. you return your attention to his cock, taking him in your mouth again. he grabs fistfuls of your hair, forcing himself down your throat again. he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth harshly, drool dripping down your chin. you look up at him with watery eyes, loving when he uses you like this. "my perfect girl just couldn’t control herself could she?" he teases. "needed my cock so bad, huh baby?" you attempt to nod with him in your mouth. "give me your hand." he orders. you lift your right hand in the air. he grabs you by the wrist, bringing your hand to his stomach. you can feel his hard muscles under your fingertips. "is this what got you all wet, baby?" you moan around him, you pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be touched.

"keep touching me, im going to cum in this pretty mouth." he says. your hand explores the ridges and valleys of his abs as he continues to fuck your throat. "fuck, princess. gonna take all my cum, yeah? such a good girl for me." he babbles, his thrusts getting sloppy. "made to take my c-cock. fuck." he stills, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he shoots his load down your throat. his abs flexing under your palm.

he pulls out of your mouth, panting. you swallow everything he gives you, not wanting to waste a single drop. he helps you up off the floor, cradling your face in his hands. he kisses you softly. "baby.." he says. "you’re so perfect." he kisses your forehead now. he pulls back, putting you at arms length. "are you okay? i wasn’t too rough was i? are your knees okay? this floor is hard." he looks you over, searching for any signs of discomfort. his hands rub up and down your arms, worriedly.

"channie, im fine." you tell him. "more than fine. im great."

he chuckles at that, pulling his pants up and buttoning them. he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. "are you sure you’re okay?" he asks again. "i feel like i was too rough."

"i promise you weren’t." you say into his shirt. "i like it when you’re rough with me."

he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. "i love you, baby." he whispers. "the guys are probably looking for us."

he pulls away and reaches for the door.

"are we going home?" you ask. "im.. messy." you admit shyly, your cheeks flushing pink. "need you."

"of course baby." he kisses your temple. "let’s go home and i’ll show you how rough i can be, yeah?"

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[frociaggine]

Top 5 Olivia Rodrigo songs <3

THANK YOU for this ask for many reasons but also so I can @valarinde in it and once again hope this is the time she'll listen to these songs I keep sending her. In no particular order:

Deja Vu. This made me STAND UP and PAY ATTENTION and say, Oh my god this girl is doing a proper Album Launch!! she's so committed to her aesthetic!! WELCOME BACK POP MUSIC!! One of my favourite music videos in recent memory, and also yuri

Obsessed. In keeping with her 00s inspired vibe, Miss Liv is perpetuating the time-honoured tradition of "media about straight relationships that turned me gay." There's something very charmingly retro, no homo about I am obsessed... with your ex! that immediately transported me back to 2005, but it's very tongue in check and raw and ngl, I love the relatability of looking like a freak because you're gone on someone.

pretty isn't pretty. File that under 'songs that would have become my entire personality aged 15 to 20'. As it is, I'm just very happy that this song exists and it's out there, and also the bridge is catchy as hell.

love is embarrassing. Once again a song about making an absolute fool of yourself... literally WHO hasn't been there! The grip the bridge has on me is unparalleled. The absolute burn of 'weird second-string loser who's not worth mentioning'? INSANE. I love this song because is catchy to a frankly alarming degree, but also I love it for my fifteen-year-old self, who had the worst performative crush on a mid guy because I was trying very hard to be straight, and it was, in fact, embarrassing as hell, but I thought it was a small price to pay so that everyone would notice that I was Having A Crush On A Boy like a normal girl ought to. Anyway, I played this song to my therapist. Art really is universal.

all american bitch. This is just FUN. The scream!! also, It's sooo lyrically satisfying and it's giving Tori Amos somehow. Speaking of lyrics, I kept mishearing "perfect all-American TITS" instead of “hips”, and I felt very justified when I learned that had been the original version. @ Olivia, release the titty cut.

[top 5 asks]

[semperintrepida]

Music Tag Game

Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people.

Thanks for the tag, @ainulindaelynn !!

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I'm a dirty hipster who doesn't have Spotify, but I have other ways to assemble an "on repeat" playlist!

1) This Silent War - "Setting Sun"

Half of this duo is Garrison Starr, one of the OG folkie-wlw-constantly-touring troubadours active during the late 1990s and early oughties. Melissa Ferrick fans will find plenty to like in this song.

2) David Guetta (feat. Nicki Minaj) - "Light My Body Up"

That chorus tho.

3) East of My Youth - "Mother"

"I just don't wanna think about it anymore" is a real mood. Icelandic pop, like sprites dancing atop a blackened volcanic landscape.

4) Amelia Curran - "Hands on a Grain of Sand"

I'll always be a sucker for a girl with a guitar.

5) KAUF - "Key to Life"

In it for the nocturnal aesthetic.

6) MNEK - "At Night (I Think About You)"

If that chorus doesn't make you want to sing it at the top of your lungs, you might be dead.

7) R I T U A L - "Bottle Tops"

Third group in a row with a stylized-as-capital-letters name. This shuffle seems trapped in a 7-10 years ago timeframe. 😅

8) Kacy Hill - "Arm's Length"

The ease at which Kacy Hill moves between vocal registers gives me the chills.

9) Powder - "New Tribe"

File under: "driving down the freeway dodging traffic" music

10) So Below - "Sleep"

In it for the nocturnal aesthetic, part two.

Tagging @endlessmidnightparade @jennamacaroni and anyone else who wants play. (Please tag me if you do—I always discover banger new music this way!)

[koi-pond-tears]

And what if I gave jirou a sister. What then.

LETS GOOOOOOOO

Her name is Emiko and she's younger by 2 minutes! (Yes they're twins)

This idea sprouted from how Kyouka's hero name is "Earphone Jack" and I thought "wouldn't it be cool if she had a sister called Earphone Jill? So it'd be like Jack and Jill??" And then Emiko was born

Despite them being twins and looking very much alike I wanted her to be her own character and be as different from jirou as possible. Emiko has a more feminine aesthetic, with her longer hair and white socks (idk why but white socks give me such cutesy girly vibes) and she also doesn't use her Quirk the same way as Jirou does. Jirou specializes in sound waves and music, while Emi focuses on dance.

I thought it would be cool if a character was like really bad and uncoordinated in their movements normally, but once they put on their headphones and start their playlist they turn into an absolute GOD in the battle field. So that's what I did for Emi. She's super anxious and nervous and honestly kind of cowardly especially on the field, which causes her to make mistakes and cloud her thinking. But give her some music to listen to and she's golden. She infuses dance (mainly ballet motifs) to her fighting style and uses her earphone jacks as whips instead. Thanks to her practice, her jacks can reach much farther than her sister's and are much more agile as she has more control over them.

Trust me if I could animate you'd be able to see it better but for now I'll just have to overexplain😮‍💨

Here's her student file!

Some other trivia abt her I couldn't fit into that earlier description:

She likes sushi, like, a LOT. in fact she's good friends with this old man who owns a small sushi bar bc she visits him so often! He has a son who he's trying to hook her up with too....hmm....

She takes a lot longer to walk home bc she's always stopping to pet the cats she finds on the street. Sometimes she has to borrow money from her sister because she spent all of her own money on cat food and treats for the strays.

She doesn't like rock music. I know, that's like, Kyoukas whole thing! But like I said these two are very different from each other! She doesn't like all the screaming and noise. She prefers mostly piano music, calm acoustic songs, and maybe a lil lo fi.

Her hero suit is inspired by the one created by kimidoodlez on instagram for her adult Jirou design.

She doesn't do well under pressure. It's something that she had to teach herself when she was on her hero internship. Staying calm during a high stakes situation and thinking properly just isn't her Forte, but don't worry! She gets better as the show progresses and she gets her character development!

[ninjapaste]

Do any of your characters have secret references or meanings to their names? I’m always a fan of those!

When I name characters, I most often choose a name based on how it sounds/how it would be said and if that sound communicates the character in some way. In some ways the impression of the name and its relation to other names can create symbolism for the character. However, there are times where the names are direct references to something, and with the list I made below they will be at the end bc the explanation may be longer.

(This is exclusively splat ocs because adding all my other ones will make this list too long lmao. Plus I might talk a bit about their inspirations too!)

All this stuff under the cut!!!

Starting with Peur, I chose the name bc it just sounded nice with the plosive P and if the vowels arent stressed. I always notice that if the u and e are switched it becomes 'puer' which means 'boy' in latin. Peur is inspired by pineapples, Mallorca and the summery vibes of Splatoon 3

'Orion' was a kinda cool name I chose bc I didnt wanna go with 'octavian' because it sounded too basic. I think his name adds some mystery and implies he is a classy person too (but also I am a critical role fan so the name sometimes reminds me of tiberius lol). The character is inspired by takoyaki, red son from Monkie Kid, daffy duck (mainly the voice), RPDR, saucy santana and jjba.

Oriana and all the octavio cousins have their names bc they just sound cool and fitting with their character and aesthetic, for example Olav sounds serious but memorable (for a politician) and Odaliah sounds regal and sophisticated. Oriana's name to me sounds like it would belong to someone popular so yeah. Every octavio oc I made is inspired by a musical artist and Beyonce's Renaissance album lol.

Troy's name is a direct reference to the city of Troy in Greco-Roman stories (Ilead and Aeneid), the city that is destined to fall from the Greek invasion (dont worry Troy usnt destined to die or anything lol). I think it fits because Troy is a history nerd and he just chose this name (but also it could reference Aeneas from the Aeneid who left Troy to found Rome in myth). Other than that, Troy is inspired by some JPEGMAFIA songs and my fave superhero Miles Morales (especially after atsv)

Ace's name for starters is just a short but cool name and it also refers to the ace of playing cards, not assigned to any number (like agents in the NSS) but still apart of the deck. I made the character whilst listening to MF Doom who is one of my fave rappers because of their comic book/supervillain aesthetic (check out the song crosshairs)

DJ/the Captain was called Hubert sorta as a joke lmao. Basically my sibling joked that a lot of the character names I come up with are quite goofy (shes right lol) especially after I showed her all the splashtags I made for fun. So at some point I was designing my own versions of the agents and I made a really short agent 3 with a big forehead, a receding hairline and bad posture who acts like an edgy teen and gets bullied at school (I thought it would be intersting to make this kind of scrunkle) and I was like 'ok well this is HUBERT'. I will talk about him more/share some concept stuff another time to keep it short but hes inspired by gorillaz phase 1 and psychonauts, also he moves around /poses awkwardly like the spot in atsv, especially with the shoulder and neck posture.

I kept the naming for Neo quite easy, just Neo and simple as that. However my Neo 3 took this name because its quite mysterious, lacks any attatchment to gender (Neo is agender) and is better than their birth name. But now that I think about it, its a Matrix reference and Neo is a revolutionist who rejects the system! Neo is inspired by Hobie Brown in atsv and Mayday from No Straight Roads (and yes Neo's freinds are also NSR inspired too)

I had to come up with Teryon's name when naming some files of the first few drawings of him. The name sounds kinda serious but also the shortening to 'Terry' implies he is also casual, the average friendly guy. Terry also sounds kinda like 'teddy (teddy bear🥺)' to me but I didnt want to be too on the nose. I made him bc I wanted to make a fuzzy inkfish character since the ones I saw on this site looked really cool, also Mr. Grizz's boss fight attacks looked cool to me. Terry is inspired by music by Thundercat, Tame Impala, Childish gambino and Zuke from No Straight Roads

Ok so for this last one, TW fordeath, murder and a bit of gore because I will be mentioning the Ilead and Achilles/Hector stuff.

Anchilles (omg thx crystalmonk!) Is a name I definitely thought through, the 'Achilles' bit doesnt refer to a heel or anything but actually the character himself and the gruesone thing he did to Hector in the Ilead. Achilles is a Greek soldier and Homeric hero who killed Hector (a Trojan warrior) as revenge for killing his best bro (bit fruity ngl). He was so angry at Hector for doing this that he continued to beat his dead body and he cut holes in his ankles, tied rope through them and attatched the rope to his chariot so he could drag Hector as he charioted back to the Greek camp. So yeah, Achilles biting people ls ankles is a reference to that. The smallfry is inspired by King from the owl house and ellie from No Straight Roads (a little alligator with a helicopter for some reason).

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[girlsagaiinstgod]

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.”

i saw joanna smith coming through the trees. the thirty-two year old was fleeing from manchester, uk when they came across novac, and have sought salvation within the motel of purgatory. joey has been in town for nine months and has been assigned as a groundskeeper to keep society running smoothly. no matter what, they will find something to fight for.

basic information

full name: joanna halley smith

nicknames: joey (preferred), jo (okay), annie (don't)

birthdate & place: 25 february 1991 — manchester, england, uk (age 32)

gender: cis woman (she/her)

orientations: homosexual, homoromantic

relationship status: single

former occupation: history student at the university of manchester

current occupation: groundskeeper

personality aesthetics: renaissance artwork / a notebook collating all the knowledge she has that may have been lost / crying for people you've never met / reading poetry / picking up things for those you love ' just in case ' / tangled headphone wires, a battery stockpile + a walkman from the 2000s / the ginger spice poster on the wall of her childhood bedroom / hands covered in flour / always feeling like your dreams are beyond you always smiling even when you don't feel like it, even when no one believes you, even when it's more like a grimace / peach flavouring / constant sleep debt / would've, could've, should've / never learning to ride a bicycle / the sound of a kettle boiling / anger buried so deep you have to dig it out / only raising your voice in others' defence / burying your own needs with the body of who you once were / feeling every year as it goes by / feeling your optimism slip like water through your hands

key traits: passionate / esoteric / artistic / self-sacrificing / perfectionistic / introspective / routine-oriented / ambivert / sentimental / philosophical / stubborn

conditions: autism ( undiagnosed )

meyers-briggs type indicator: infj ( the advocate )

astrological big six: pisces sun / cancer moon / virgo rising / pisces mercury / aries venus / gemini mars

theme song: prayer factory by florence + the machine

key lyric: ' i listen to music from 2006 and feel kind of sick '

basic bio

the smith parents were rarely home. such is the life in a working city, trying to support four children. joanna — the eldest of the family — was thus essentially tasked with the upbringing of her younger siblings, beginning a tendency to ignore her own needs and prioritise those of others that became progressively more maladaptive: she's never really made it out of that. she still doesn't know that she's allowed to.

until the age of twenty-one, she'd never truly pursued anything for her own sake. she made do with books borrowed from libraries, mostly concerning the renaissance, a mp3 player, and the great resource of the internet. she did her best by the younger siblings, not always perfect — a matter about which she carries a lot of self-directed anger. in 2012, she finally applied to study history at the university of manchester. she'd wanted to do so for some time, but it'd never worked out between trying to support her siblings and the family business.

she'd recently finished her first year when her youngest brother — who she'd raised, considerably, even by comparison to the middle siblings — was missing, having taken off on a school. file under things in joanna smith's guilt book. she set off for america to try and find jasper, concerned for him beyond words. and then: the outbreak hit, stranding her in america, leaving her to search for him. this had no success for a long time, increasingly separated from people as the situation worsened worldwide and in places unfamiliar with. but she never stopped searching america high and low for not only jasper but perhaps her other siblings if they'd had similar ideas, hoping she'd at least get closure if not reunion.

eight months ago, on christmas day, joanna and her travelling companion chose to stop in new mexico and pause her tireless journey across america. at least for a few days, if not longer. yet novac proved to have precisely what she was looking for: her siblings.

( it'll take her a long time to rationalise the haunting feeling she abandoned them, even unintentionally, and even longer to speak such a sentiment out loud. )

[sentistrange]

KAI is based after KIVΛ - A Cytus II Theory

You guys need to hear me out, for I have made a grand discovery.

KAI, a former member of Crystal PuNK, looks like this:

(Image from Cytus II Art & Design: Aesthetics)

KIVΛ, a musician and former director of Cytus II, looks like this:

(Image from 27 December, 2021, on his Instagram)

Notice any similarities?

They both have long dark hair and wear beanies.

And if you don’t think that’s enough, here is more.

Image_Hotpot_693_09_01 is the last image we ever see of KAI ever again. We also hear NOTHING about him past that point.

And when did this file come out?

Version 3.5.

And there is another thing that came out in 3.5. A certain song composed by a certain someone under a certain alias.

That’s right.

Still (Piano Version), A.K.A. the LAST song KIVΛ, under the alias of Rua, has made that was added to Cytus II.

This adds onto how KIVΛ, as a part of the company, left Rayark after 3.0, and when they finally added Still (Piano Version) to the game he left for good, as Rayark was waiting for a better moment. And because KIVΛ was technically not done with Rayark yet, KAI was still in the game. Only when KIVΛ left the entire company, adding songs included, did they stop using KAI.

This is backed up even FURTHER because KIVΛ was working on Cytus II when KAI was first shown, and could easily insert himself/have an easter egg for fans.

Therefore,

KAI is based after KIVΛ.

Now hopefully you will think the same and realize that yes, I am right.

[ohthegwensgs]

✦ ∙∙ loading case file for GWEN STACY. known aliases, if any: GHOST SPIDER. current location: NEW YORK, NEW YORK.  current occupation: UNIVERSITY STUDENT (CHEM MAJOR) she have known to be RESILIENT and IMPULSIVE, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: UNDECIDED.  ✦  

— SONGS & AESTHETICS;;

brutal by OLIVIA RODRIGO, misery business by PARAMORE, black eye by VERNON + always having to be the loudest voice in the room even if she has nothing to say, is she a girl out of this world or is she just confused, sometimes all you want to is get lost in the stars.   

NAME : gwendolyne maxine stacy

— BASICS;;

NICKNAMES / ALIAS : gwen / ghost spider, spider-woman (rare)

AGE : twenty-one

OCCUPATION : NYU student - chemistry major

GENDER IDENTITY : cis female, she / her

SEXUAL / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : pansexual, panromantic

SPECIES : human mutate

POWERS / ABILITIES : spider physiology- wall crawling & spider senses, ballet, acrobatics, hand-to-hand combat. Has dimensional travel devices

POSITIVE TRAITS : resilent, comedic, caring

NEGATIVE TRAITS : aggressive, impulsive, sarcastic

MORAL ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral, not aligned but mostly work with any spider/hero

BASED OFF: comics & animated movies

— APPEARANCE;;

FACECLAIM : emma mackery

BUILD : athletic slim

TATTOOS :    small bouquet of flowers tied by a ribbon on her inner left forearm, pair of crossed drumsticks on her right forear.

SCARS :   various small scars on her hands, small scar on upper right thigh from her teenage years

NOTABLE ACCESSORIES : eyebrow piercings on left-side, nose ring, rings all different styles

HEIGHT : 5′ 7″

EYE COLOR : blue

HAIR COLOR : blonde but occasionally dyes her tips different colors

— A LOOK DEEPER;;

LIKES : causing trouble, music, napping

DISLIKES : being told what to do, broccoli, repetition, silence

FEARS: losing her dad and people she cares about, getting caught and not being able to get out of a situation, not being a hero anymore

FAVORITE FOOD/DRINK: anything sour or spicy, cold soda or root beer float

FAVORITE MUSIC: pop punk, pop rock, alternative, kpop

FAVORITE COLOR: blue, pink, grey

HOBBIES: playing the drums, ballet, going on patrol

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WISE: has dated and had flings but only handful of relationships, afraid to open up themselves to someone

FRIENDSHIPS WISE: the one friend who pushes others to take the risk, always loyal to them, would do anything for them, ride or die material

—TL;DR;; (death mention TW)

Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy, also known as Gwen, goes by the alias Ghost Spider after being bit by a genetically-engineered spider. She developed spider like abilities and with her love of science created her own web shooters to fight crime and be a hero that New York needed but that wasn't the case. 

The impulsive side of her sometimes took over and sadly one night it went too far. She ended up losing her best friend Peter Parker after a fight they had when he was the Lizard where he died and that branded her a bad guy as the police only saw the aftermath of the battle. She changed afterward but continued on being a vigilante. 

— CONNECTIONS;;  

A lot has happened since then, she learned about dimension traveling on accident and met other Spiders like her, one which gave her a device to travel between them. She ended up in this universe on accident and is stuck here for meantime while she tries to repair the device so she can go back.

Currently enrolled in university under a fake name and has only been in this dimension for couple weeks so things are still new to her here.

best friends, ride or dies, anything friend wise etc.

past exes : maybe they still get along, maybe they fight, maybe they still hook up, etc.

current romantics : crush/one-sided crush, fwbs, flings, flirtationship, etc.

people who are fan of her show

someone she trains with or goes out to patrol with.

open to anything else!

[karagin22]

50 Ways to Confuse, Worry, or Just Plain Scare People in the Computer Lab

Log on, wait a sec, then get a frightened look on your face and scream, "Oh my God! They've found me!" and bolt.

Laugh uncontrollably for about 3 minutes and then suddenly stop and look suspiciously at everyone who looks at you.

When your computer is turned off, complain to the monitor on duty that you can't get the darned thing to work. After he/she's turned it on, wait 5 minutes, turn it off again, and repeat the process for a good half hour.

Type frantically, often stopping to look at the person next to you evilly.

Before anyone else is in the lab, connect each computer to a different screen than the one it's set up with.

Write a program that plays the "Smurfs" theme song and play it at the highest volume possible over and over again.

Work normally for awhile. Suddenly look amazingly startled by something on the screen and crawl underneath the desk.

Ask the person next to you if they know how to tap into top- secret Pentagon files.

Use Interactive Send to make passes at people you don't know.

Make a small ritual sacrifice to the computer before you turn it on.

Bring a chainsaw, but don't use it. If anyone asks why you have it, say "Just in case…" mysteriously.

Type on VAX for awhile. Suddenly start cursing for 3 minutes about everything bad about your life. Then stop and continue typing.

Enter the lab, undress, and start staring at other people as if they're crazy while typing.

Light candles in a pentagram around your terminal before starting.

Ask around for a spare disk. Offer $2. Keep asking until someone agrees. Then, pull a disk out of your fly and say, "Oops, I forgot."

Every time you press return and there is processing time required, pray "Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease," and scream "YES!" when it finishes.

"DISK FIGHT!"

Start making out with the person at the terminal next to you (it helps if you know them, but this is also a great way to make new friends).

Put a straw in your mouth and put your hands in your pockets. Type by hitting the keys with the straw.

If you're sitting in a swivel chair, spin around singing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" whenever there is processing time required.

Draw a picture of a woman (or man) on a piece of paper and tape it to your monitor. Try to seduce it. Act like it hates you and then complain loudly that women (men) are worthless.

Try to stick a Nintendo cartridge in the 3.5 disk drive. When it doesn't work, get the supervisor.

When you are on an IBM and when you turn it on, ask loudly where the smiling Apple face is when you turn on one of those.

Print out the complete works of Shakespeare, then when it's all done (two days later) say that all you wanted was one line.

Sit and stare at the screen, biting your nails noisily. After doing this for awhile, spit them out at the feet of the person next to you.

Stare at the screen, grind your teeth, stop, look at the person next to you. Repeat procedure, making sure you never provoke the person enough to let them blow up, as this releases tension, and it is far more effective to let them linger.

If you have long hair, take a typing break, look for split ends, cut them, and deposit them on your neighbor's keyboard as you leave.

Put a large, gold-framed portrait of the British royal family on your desk and loudly proclaim that it inspires you.

Come to the lab wearing several layers of socks. Remove shoes and place them on top of the monitor. Remove socks layer by layer and drape them around the monitor. Exclaim sudden haiku about the aesthetic beauty of cotton on plastic.

Take the keyboard and sit under the computer. Type up your paper like this. Then go to the lab supervisor and complain about the bad working conditions.

Laugh hysterically, shout "You will all perish in flames!!!" and continue working.

Bring some dry ice and make it look like the computer is smoking.

Assign a musical note to every key (ex. the delete key is A-flat). Whenever you hit a key, hum its note loudly. Write an entire paper this way.

Attempt to eat your computer's mouse.

Borrow someone else's keyboard by reaching over, saying "Excuse me, mind if I borrow this for a sec?", unplugging the keyboard, and taking it.

Bring in a bunch of magnets and have fun.

When doing calculations, pull out an abacus and say that sometimes the old ways are best.

Play Pong for hours on the most powerful computer in the lab.

Make a loud noise of hitting the same key over and over again until you see that your neighbor is noticing (You can hit the space bar so your fill isn't affected). Then look at your neighbor's keyboard. Hit his/her delete key several times, erasing an entire word. While you do this, ask: "Does your delete key work?" Shake your head, and resume hitting the space bar on your keyboard. Keep doing this until, you've deleted about a page of your neighbor's document. Then, suddenly exclaim: "Well, whaddya know? I've been hitting the space bar this whole time. No wonder it wasn't deleting! Ha!" Print out your document and leave.

Remove your disk from the drive and hide it. Go to the lab monitor and complain that your computer ate your disk. (For special effects, put some Elmer's glue on or around the disk drive. Claim that the computer is drooling.)

Stare at the person's next to your's screen, look really puzzled, burst out laughing and say "You did that?" loudly.Keep laughing, grab your stuff and leave, howling as you go.

Point at the screen. Chant in a made-up language while making elaborate hand gestures for a minute or two. Press return or the mouse, then leap back and yell "COVEEEEERRRRR!" Peek up from under the table, walk back to the computer and say "Oh, good. It worked this time," and calmly start to type again.

Keep looking at invisible bugs and trying to swat them.

See who's online. Send a total stranger a talk request. Talk to them like you've known them all your lives. Hang up before they get a chance to figure out you're a total stranger.

Bring a small tape player with a tape of really absurd sound effects. Pretend it's the computer and look really lost.

Pull out a pencil. Start writing on the screen. Complain that the lead doesn't work.

Come into the computer lab wearing several endangered species of flowers in your hair. Smile incessantly. Type a sentence, then laugh happily, exclaim "You're such a marvel!!", and kiss the screen. Repeat this after every sentence. As your ecstasy mounts, also hug the keyboard. Finally, hug your neighbor, then the computer assistant, and walk out.

Run into the computer lab, shout "Armageddon is here!!!!!", then calmly sit down and begin to type.

Quietly walk into the computer lab with a Black and Decker chainsaw, rev that baby up, and then walk up to the nearest person and say, "Give me that computer or you'll be feeding my pet crocodile for the next week."

Two words: Tesly Coil

[myevilmouse]

Fic writing lightning round:

-What fandoms have you written fics for?

-Do you have any original stuff?

-What's your oldest fic?

-What story are you most proud of?

-What stories are in the works?

-Where can I read your stuff?

Thank you SO MUCH for this ask @cipher-fresh and I am so sorry it’s taken so long for me to reply.  This year is the year real life intrudes an inordinate amount on my fandom life, and so I’m super grateful that you’ve given me a chance to think about/focus on my writing for a while.  Asks are always a gift, and this one lands at a particularly awesome time.  So thank you again.

-What fandoms have you written fics for?

I started writing Trigun fanfic 100 years ago…and some of it lives on fanfiction.net and adultfanfiction.net or com or whatever it was….but it’s been a long time.  I jumped with two feet into Star Wars fanfic in 2018 and it’s my main squeeze to this day.  But I did the multifandom drabble exchange a while back and so I have written drabbles for a few other fandoms…They are all found under my other pseud zlamyszeczka and include Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire, Harry Potter, My So Called Life, Resident Evil, The X-Files, Wellington Paranormal, Labyrinth, Pokemon (including a Star Wars Crossover one-shot), Sherlock, Supernatural, Loki, Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Shakespeare, Quantum Leap, and more. The only non-SW fics that are "full length” though) are the Pokemon and a GoT one...

-Do you have any original stuff?

I have a book I wrote a couple years ago that I’m trying to self-publish now…and I will reblog this ask once it’s out with how anyone who wants to read it can get it!  Hopefully soon!!!

-What's your oldest fic?

My oldest fic on AO3 under evilmouse is Command Performance, a Luke/Mara smutfest!  I hope you enjoy.  I think also when I was like ten I wrote a reader insert where I married Bret Michaels, but let’s keep that just between us 🤭

-What story are you most proud of?

Oh wow this is a tough one.  I think I’m going to say my Aesthetics series (story in 3 parts, two of which are posted), because it features an OC that readers really seemed to connect with, and it’s very close to my heart.  Thank you so much for that!

-What stories are in the works?

Well, part three of the aforementioned Aesthetics series needs to be written…and I wrote a Luke/Winter fic that I’m basically just sitting on right now, for no reason other than I haven’t had time to post it… I have a never-ending quest to pair Luke with all the ladies, so that will continue (I hope) when real life decides to stop kicking my ass 😊 I also hope to write a smutty sequel to Cold Comfort and a romantic one to Corporeal.

-Where can I read your stuff?

At AO3!  For all things Star Wars, please check out evilmouse and for everything else, check out złymyszeczka.

Thank you again so much!  This was a lot of fun and I’m so grateful for the chance and distraction! Please have a handsome Jedi smiling in gratitude!

[titoist]

I followed you over the border…. Down, to the spree… You were standing alone, by the water… Waiting for me! We wandered along, by the river, The towers all shrouded in haze… And we kissed, by the wire, and they all held their fire, In the good old, bad old days! Just remember how lovely, It couldn't have been! When the world was as closed as a door… I remember those nights, Down in old East Berlin, With the microphones listening under the floor… And every stamp, In this passport of mine, Was a record of kisses you gave! Yes, we suffered in style! And it's all in the file, In the good old, bad old days! All the streetlights were waltzing together… Crimson, and green… And your dress was as grey as the weather - Oh, what a dream! We built up a city of whispers, And classified war dossiers… I gave you control, Of my papers and soul, In the good old, bad old days! Ah yes, wasn't it miserable - Wasn't it grand? When the world had an iron divide? And people could take a political stand, Just by singing a song… …For the opposite side! Now, nobody cares who you are anymore! And nobody cares what you say… It's liberty's curse - But was it really much worse, In the good old, bad old days? Now Alyosha is gathering flowers, every May… And the statue of Marx by the tower, faces away… By the wall is a souvenir table, with hammers & sickles displayed… On new watches, that work, & they're sold by a Turk! In these good old, bad new days… Now I'm working for Euros, And drinking alone, Where we used to spend marks at the bar! And the weeds have grown over the border of stone, That cuts through the town, Like a sur-gi-cal scaaar! And so many streets, On this faded old map, Are like names written over a grave! It all makes me so mad, Cause it wasn't that bad! In the good old, bad old days! So don't look for a final solution! Here, in Berlin, For capitalist prostitution comes from within! And don't worry about Revolution, We'll just keep the aesthetic clichés! In this market of fleas - Selling klezmer CDs! For the good old, bad old days! So, Genossen - Tovarischi! Let's make a toast! To the time when the state knew your name! So we'll all say, "L’CHAIM!", "NA ZDOROVYE!", und "PROST!" To that braver old world… …Where we all are the same! Where nobody loses, & everyone wins! Just as long as each comrade obeys! But that's all in the past… …So let's raise up a glass! To the good old, bad old days! That's all in the past! So let's raise up a glass! To the good old, bad old… Daaaaaaayyyyyyyyyssssssssss!

[evesaintyves]

i would LOVE a directors cut on An Incident at the Dorchester Hotel, London

hey cool thank you @incalculablepower ! this is the only specific director's cut ask i got so i'm doing it first.

i'm putting this under a cut. warning for some vague references to sexual violence/exploitation

this was one of my more chaotically-written stories. it started as some backstory in chapter 4 of The Last Mission (one of the most fun chapters of that story, for me):

"There's something I need you to understand too," Remus said. Tonks could faintly see his pained expression reflected on the window glass. "You are a brave, clever, immensely talented Auror. But your impulsivity and recklessness -"

"Okay, steady on, Mad-Eye." She rolled her eyes but he kept going, his pitch rising and speech quickening:

"- and your apparently insatiable desire to amuse yourself by sowing chaos - well, this is hardly the first time it's gotten us into a bind, is it?"

It was true. Once they'd been stationed on a terrace outside the sixth floor of the Dorchester Hotel, swaddled in disillusionment and silencing charms, spying on a clandestine meeting between Lucius Malfoy and the muggle Home Secretary. They'd waited hours, apparently misinformed of the meeting time, and Tonks had gotten so bored she'd changed the Union flag flying above the hotel entrance into the Dead Kennedys logo just to see if anyone would notice. Of course someone had noticed immediately and a crowd had gathered around the front doors to puzzle over it. Remus and Tonks had then watched the Home Secretary walk up Park Lane, register the swarm of people outside, pull up the hood of his anorak and smoothly turn and walk the other way. Malfoy had waited in the room for two hours, pacing the floor with increasingly evident fury, before storming out. Tonks was sure Remus was more amused than angry, but he'd lectured her for ten minutes on the value of discretion before being startled quiet by Malfoy re-entering the room with a chambermaid who (having been either seduced, paid or imperiused) started taking her kit off. Tonks had just managed to fish one of the Weasley twins' dungbombs out of her pocket and throw it in the suite's window before Remus had side-alonged her out of there, blushing.

(And that night was the first time he'd ever given her a real kiss, somehow hungry and hesitant at the same time, with tongue and everything. It made Tonks's insides seem to float when she remembered it, until she also remembered his lips a few minutes ago forming the word sorry.)

the Dorchester Hotel setting came from this song from the 2000s i still get stuck in my head sometimes:

after it was posted, a commenter mentioned they'd like to see it fleshed out into a larger story. i was having one of those need-to-work-on-something-but-not-the-thing-i-should-be-working-on times and banged the whole thing out in one day. on reread it's kind of a mess and probably could have used another edit but it was a joy to write.

the DK logo/Union Jack prank came to me pretty early in my initial Remadora-fic-planning before i ever started The Last Mission - the geometric similarities between the logo and the flag are obvious - and i had kind of filed it away to use whenever. i haven't gotten a ton of opportunities to write about this in detail, but i headcanon Tonks as like a 90s punk/riot grrrl, and i love it when i get a chance to hint at her music taste and aesthetic because i was into that stuff (a bit late to the party) as a teenager in the early 2000s. I always envision her in like a Bikini Kill shirt. anyway, this prank idea ended up working pretty well to illustrate Tonks's impulsivity and sense of humor, and also to the theme of just-missed-connections that runs through a lot of my Remadora stories - that she might assume this is some common ground for them because the band is Of His Time but he kind of only vaguely knows what she's talking about.

in the original scene above, Remus and Tonks witness and disrupt an ambiguous encounter ("seduced, paid or imperiused") between Lucius Malfoy and a hotel maid. in my inital draft of this fic i had started writing it that way, but I ended up backtracking and rewriting it as an encounter between Lucius and Narcissa. the original scene was suppposed to be a bit edgy, and i definitely think of Lucius/Death Eaters in general as being capable of sexual violence, but in the end i didn't feel like it was appropriate to go that dark for this fic. i even had this very uncomfortable exchange written between Remus and Tonks about whether to intervene, with her all gung-ho to do something and him more cautious and just wanting to get out of there because they couldn't really be sure what was going on and he didn't want to fuck the maid over if she was consenting or just doing sex work or whatever (i've put some thought into whether Lupin, being poor and marginalized and on his own for a long time, ever engaged in sex work or survival sex or at least existed in circles where that happened, and i guess my headcanon is "maybe?" and i kind of imagine him being sympathetic to that).

i kind of liked developing the characters' ideas about this in dialogue (her being young, black-and-white, and moralistic vs him being more indecisive and having some life experience that made him a little more sensitive to the potential complexities of that situation)... but it put both characters (especially Remus) in a situation that was ethically icky and hard to resolve in a satisfying way (plus unpleasant and potentially triggering with the implication that it might be nonconsensual) so i just scrapped it in favor of something less problematic. i ended up really liking the Malfoys being all married-people-horny for each other anyway, so i'm glad it worked out that way.

the ending didn't come to me until the last minute, and i'd really like to develop the idea of it more in a fic sometime: that part of the weakness Remus has for Tonks is that she's a troublemaker and gets him into these scary, fun, chaotic situations he might be too cautious or reserved to get into by himself - similar to the good times he had with his friends at school. i thought Sirius clueing Tonks into that was kind of perfect; i imagine young Sirius as having a recklessness and appetite for trouble borne of his privilege and the rigid expectations of his family and just being a total shit-starter in his school days. (and the sub-subtextual idea behind Sirius mentioning all this to Tonks in this story is that maybe Remus was drawn to him in the same way - you can draw your own conclusions).

i think that's all i have to say about this story! thanks for reading! specific asks are much easier than general ones, so i'd be thrilled to do another director's cut on a specific scene if anybody has any other requests.

[dustedmagazine]

Holt Boldish — Build Yourself a Space (Petty Bunco)

Build Yourself A Space by Holt Bodish

Build Yourself a Space is the lowest of the lo-fi, its songs fragmented and bristling with rusty-wire tangles of guitar sound. Usually, a couple of guitars are in play, one scratching out tamped down chords, the other wandering in crazed, agitated circles around the melody. Holt Boldish, the singer, guitarist and all-round one-person enterprise, rattles off snatches of poetry over this stinging, chaotic stew. His voice is nasal and nearly monotone, though a lift at the end of phrases sometimes suggests a melody. The easy reference points are (very) early Guided by Voices and Jim Shepherd’s canted lo-fi musings, though Pollard was better at melody. It’s outsider art, but not without its charm. It mutters and hums and argues to itself, but also finds rough epiphanies in the discord.

Consider, for instance, the controlled-burn chaos of “Tossed Off Rockers,” with its loose, rambling rhythms, its wheedling harmonica (or maybe it’s a keyboard), its antic and uncomfortable guitar mayhem. It sounds like it was tossed off, but it unmistakably rocks, too. “Two Feelings” is scruffily anthemic with its rolling thunder of box drums, its clashing power chords, its nervy, first-record Feelies rants. The lyrics can’t always compete with the noise, but when they do break the surface, however briefly, they’re intriguing, spinning out psychedelically from mundane detail into vision.  

I found this disc took some adjustment, and that is maybe why the later cuts make more sense than the earlier ones. For instance, I like “Happiness Is Another” the best. It has a giddy lilt to it, a bit of tune in its floating, fragmentary vocal, the clack and rumble of improvised percussion punching through its thicket of guitar noise. Scrub it clean with a wire brush, and there would still be a song under there. 

When he’s not making his music, Holt Boldish is a mathematician currently earning his Ph.D. in a study of knot theory at the University of Oregon—and it’s tempting to make a connection between his study of inscrutable tangles and his music. In the teens, he recorded a few albums with dissonant, cracked-poetic Mordecai, which seems to have had more members but a similarly skewed aesthetic. This latest cassette has been sold out for a while in all its physical manifestations, but you can still pick up the digital files at Boldish’s bandcamp page.  Corrosive but intermittently beautiful, what else could you ask for?

Jennifer Kelly

[youjustfeelthemforever]

New pinned post time!! 🏔️🌄🏔️

This is longer than most intros I've done, so I'll leave it under a readmore for all our sakes

You can call me Ann or Bee (although I'm open to other nicknames as well)! I used to be @/chaotic-bumblebee-agenda, but had to switch it up because of a stalker classmate. Funzies :).

My new url is lyrics from the song Sympathy by Declan McKenna, my favourite artist.

I'm a Catholic (@little-lost-daughter is my Chrumblr) high school student who loves all things fantastical and yellow 💛. I like Legos, Webtoons, and fictional firefighters, detectives, and FBI agents.

I'm also a proud member of the Rogue Squadron :)).

@mylovelyrose is where I hoard my aesthetic trinkets and such.

Active fandoms/currently watching:

- Anastasia Broadway

- The Dragon Prince (in progress)

- The X-Files (in progress and liveblogging)

- Lego Ninjago + Dragons Rising (completed + up to date)

- Jupiter-Men (up to date)

- Chicago Fire (up to date)

- Lego Monkie Kid (up to date)

- White Collar (in progress and liveblogging)

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine (in progress)

- Criminal Minds (in progress and liveblogging)

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians (show) (in progress and liveblogging)

- 9-1-1 (up to date)

- Psych (completed)

- Chicago PD (in progress)

- 9-1-1: Lone Star (incomplete, on hold)

- My Adventures With Superman (up to date)

- Generator Rex (in progress and liveblogging)

- Transformers Prime (in progress with occasional liveblogging)

- Transformers: Rescue Bots (rewatch in progress)

- Transformers: Robots in Disguise (in progress)

My liveblogging is all under '[media] commentary' (although the One Chicagos are under 'fire/pd time', respectively).

- Outer Banks (in progress)

- Young Justice (i. progress and liveblogging)

I WILL spam gifsets from my movies and shows at random intervals - most commonly 911, 911: Lone Star, Chicago Fire, Criminal Minds, and White Collar. Be prepared to block tags if they're bothering you.

Characters I am obsessed with an unhealthy amount include: Judd and Grace Ryder, Arrio McKay, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Adam Ruzek, Cole (The Lego Ninjago Movie (but also very much the show)), Blake Gallo, Sam Carver, Commander Gren, Boromir, Bumblebee, Neal Caffrey, and Dean McCoppin. If I get started about any one of them I will Not Shut Up so tread carefully lol.

I write fanfiction and original fiction! My ao3 is sunshineandgoldenbraids, and my writeblr (which I'm still a bit of a lurker on when it comes to original posts) is @all-the-writerly-things. I might be making a new ao3 soon as my stalker knows my first one, and if that happens I will add it here.

I love OC/WIP asks, so never hesitate to send those in (though it might take me a hot couple months minute to get to it)!

My main WIP has the placeholder title The Rising Royals, but I'm really disliking that name, so hopefully I can come up with something better soon.

Ground rules

- No inappropriate/nsfw asks/DMs

- Please don't DM me to be friends unless we're mutuals and have interacted through tags/comments a little bit. I'm sure you have good intentions, but unless you have a specific purpose aside from just chatting, it usually makes me uncomfortable.

That being said,

a) if we're mutuals and are preferably somewhat familiar with each other, feel free to reach out! I love making friends, but I'm too scared to DM people for fear of being annoying lol. So yeah! If that's the case, dw, I will be very happy to hear from you!

b) Asks are fine, whether we're mutuals or not! Questions, ask chains, and kind messages and random comments and such don't bother me in the slightest, no matter how little we know each other :)

Alright, I'll add to this later if I think of anything else to include 👍

*Two-fingered salute* Ann out