#he do a heckin big jump

[flyboytracy]

[sibillascribbles08]

Man I've written 26 fics for rise, that's insane, anyway here's a master post, sort of? I realized some people either A) may not know how many different fics I've written or B) not realized "oh he wrote that" sooo

One Shots

Don't You Care? – Donnie and Leo centric, post-movie. Donnie isn't always great with feelings, and when he fails to understand Leo's, he tries to find a way to fix it. Doing so forces him to unpack some of his own thoughts on their victory over the kraang as well.

To Bridge a Canyon of your Own Design – Splinter centric, post-movie, a bit of a retrospective on his relationship with his sons, his depression, and him trying to move away from his unhealthy coping mechanisms.

I Didn't Vote for You – Leo's the leader now, and Donnie always finds ways to argue with him about it. Leo wants to find out why Donnie has such a problem with how he's trying to lead the team, but it turns out that isn't the problem. It's simply the fact that Leo's the leader at all.

I'd Give Anything – Donnie-centric. A slightly alternate take on the movie's ending where instead of just firing a drill into the portal, Donnie jumped in, and ends up losing an arm in the process. But he has to kind of piece all of that together as he recovers in the med bay, talking to each of his family members.

Grappling With Things Beyond Your Control – Gift fic for my friend Bat! Donnie-centric, post season 2. Suddenly getting ninpo with no prior training causes Donnie's powers to start to run amok, and on top of that he has to help his family not only find a new home but move into one. It's a lot to balance, maybe too much to balance.

Four Turtles in your Corner (Store) – A silly fic about April being out of supplies for her period, and in desperation sends the boys to go get her some. I'm sure four reptilian mutants have competent knowledge on what humans need for things like this.

Now Lie In It – Big Bang fic! Takes place during season 2. Leo won't sleep, and ends up getting on Donnie's nerves. The softshell's solution to the problem is a simple sleep potion, but when he pours too much into Leo's tea his brother won't wake up. Time to force April and Draxum to go find an antidote while he hides his mistake from the rest of his family. (it sounds angsty but it's comedic, actually)

What Will You Leave Behind – Big Bang fic! Doomed timeline, Raph centric. Raph is the first of his siblings to die during the war. And while he does everything he can to be their ever present pillar as they eventually follow after, he can't help but loathe the fact that the ones still down there are suffering and he can't do anything to help.

My Words Died With You – Gift fic for Bat! Doomed timeline, Donnie centric. Donnie quit speaking when Raphael died, months later he still isn't. His family tries to help him cope with this, even Raphael does from the afterlife, but it may not be enough.

VHHB series

(These are all post-movie)

My Roommate the Troubled Time Traveler – Casey and Draxum centric. Casey Jones Jr. isn't coping too great with being in the present, and trying to live in the lair isn't helping. So Mikey has the GREAT idea to convince Draxum to let Casey be his roommate. The alchemist thinks this is a terrible idea, but he might be able to help the kid far more than he realizes.

Violet Hues and Holly Blue – Donnie centric. 8 months after the kraang invasion and Donnie's been the reigning champ in the Battle Nexus for a while, in his attempts to improve his mystic abilities. But this draws the attention of a business focused wasp named Holly Blue who offers to help sell his tech designs in the Hidden City. Donnie ends up agreeing, having to keep that secret from his family too, but eventually they're going to find out. (This is only a partial summary haha sorry, fic is heckin long)

Missing Pages – Just some VHHB extras, but hey it features Big Mama being herself, Lou Jitsu maiming some people, Donnie dealing with past blood on his hands and uuuuh Leo and Holly becoming friends (what a mood whiplash)

You Are Loved – Two-shot fic about the Caseys (of the Senior and Junior variety). Casey Jr. wants to know why his ninpo sprung up so suddenly, and in his search to find out discovers his family is much closer than he realizes. Meanwhile Cassandra is struggling with her place among the Hamatos, it doesn't help when she finds out they're keeping a pretty big secret from her. Hopefully they can make it up to her.

The Sun and Icarus – Mikey-centric. He's been doing pretty good at developing his mystic abilities lately, but now they're starting to explode, pretty violently. And it turns out if this keeps up the whole ordeal could just kill him. Better find a way to put a cap on it, or something to that effect. (Wow more power overloading fics from ME)

Girls' Night – April centric one shot, also April/Sunita. She's just trying to have a fun night out with the girls, inviting Holly Blue along for the ride, but maybe that was a mistake because in her attempts to playfully tease the wasp, she's suddenly forced to confront her own crush.

And For my Next Trick – Leo-centric one shot. Leo's getting frustrated with his lack of progress on his mystic powers, and with Hueso's advice decides to shift his focus to a different kind of magic, stage magic. With Hueso Jr.'s help, he plans to put on an entire show, which should be fine if some other magician doesn't show up to steal the show.

Look Up Hero in the Dictionary – Raph centric. Raph's feeling a bit too idle in the city lately, with only minor crimes going on, but in his wish for something exciting a strange explosion happens at an apartment building. He attempts to help everyone escape, but a yokai holding the building together stays behind, and on top of that charges Raph with the task to take care of her child. Have fun taking care of a powerful psychic seven-year old, Raph.

What You're Made Of - Casey Jr. centric. Casey is getting frustrated with discovering weird things about his body like skin problems and peanut allergies. Draxum suggests he find out who his other parent is to get an idea of his genetic history, but when he finds out who it is, he's kind of ticked off that his family never told him. (this is a bio dad Raph fic for the record).

Off Colors AU (Separated AU)

Off Colors: Contrasts - Covers season 1. Leonardo's spent most of his life believing he's an only child because his little brother was kidnapped when they were only toddlers. But a rescue mission to the Hidden City with his best friend April results in him finding out he actually has three siblings. And in the span of a couple of weeks he finds out all of them are alive and, unfortunately, working for bad guys. He's going to try everything he can to stop them and convince them to come home, but it may be a fools errand.

Other Chaptered Fics

An Alien Invasion Happened but That's Not Really What This is About - Long ass title. Jason-centric. Hi I wrote a novella sized fic about what happens to this kid during and after the events of the movie. Watch him attempt badly to cope with trauma while also fixing his relationship with his very queer dad who loves him a lot.

Artificial Phoenix – Lou Jitsu died in the arena but then Big Mama said no no no! So Draxum brings him back to life while mutating four turtles so Lou Jitsu said NO NO NO! And he took them and ran. Alternate take on the events of the show, where Splinter is undead and unmutated, and unfortunately does not keep his soul in his body the entire time, leaving his sons grieving and desperate to get him back.

Jasonnie things

Not Part of the Plan – Donnie centric. Despite knowing time travel exists, Donnie is still surprised to find his future self in his lab. But his excitement at the possibilities is swiftly crushed as his future self has an easy time embarrassing him. He hopes he can at least gather some useful information in the process, but he slowly begins to wonder if he even wants answers to all these questions.

You Have to Let Him Go – Donnie centric also sad as hell. I literally just wanted to write about how Donnie's husband hecking dies. Read this if you want to be miserable. (or if you hate Jase I guess ??? alskdjf man got char grilled (I have to make jokes to keep myself from being upset shh))

I'll Put the Knife in Your Hand – Well, now that Donnie heard about his possible future husband, he's determined to at least get to know the guy. Unfortunately his family is far more cautious about this than he seems to be. AKA Four times Donnie's family believes Jase is planning to stab him in the back, and the one time he actually does.

ERR_FILE_NOT_FOUND - Donnie is messing around with his mind machine again, and in the process ends up erasing part of his memory. Specifically the memories about Jase, and Jase is barely handling this well. Good thing Donnie's brothers who totally and absolutely are on good terms with Jase are there to help. Maybe.

Dual Dragons - Collab fic with @there-wolf ! A fic in which our versions of Jason end up encountering each other and even switching universes temporarily, giving them a window into how their life could be different (for better or worse).

[tookishrogue]

ready now

a/n: for @toadstool-amongst-the-tulips! sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!!

pairing: none!

warnings: very brief mention of alcohol; implied depression

taglist: @blueberryrock, @to-be-frank-i-dont-care, @zalie, @scyllas-revenge, @justmemyselfandthefridge, @heckin-music-dork, @frodo-with-glasses!

Y/N wrinkled her brow and idly picked at a blade of grass, peeling sections of it apart and twisting the pieces together. After several minutes of this, she leaned against the trunk of the tree she'd been sitting under, the rough bark scraping against her back through her cotton dress. Even the grass seemed dull; spring hadn't quite taken hold of the terrain yet. Various shades of brown and gray painted the scene, a small handful of red buds on the trees providing the only source of bright, hopeful color; a whisper of spring in a barren, winter-worn world.

A soft, gentle voice broke the silence. “Y/N? You were saying?”

“Oh, sorry. I, er, don't remember.”

The russet-haired halfling shifted, turning to face his companion. Dark circles had taken up residence under her eyes; her bright smile had all but disappeared. “Is it bad again?”

“What?”

“Sorry for mentioning it, but you seem…gloomy. Is there anything I can do?” Worry crept into Pippin’s voice, his eyes fixed on her.

“Not really. Just one of those days, I guess.”

Pippin nodded and fell silent. The pair watched as the bare branches of dozens of trees swayed in the tepid spring wind. Silver clouds blanketed the sky, begrudgingly revealing only small patches of white sky. A songbird chirped in the distance, a short melody cutting the silence. Yellow and brown created an odd quilt-like pattern in the grass, only small portions brandishing a shining green hue. Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and withdrew into her shawl in an attempt to shut out both the cold and the heavy mental fog she was experiencing. Pippin glanced over at her, his brows knitting together in worry. He leaned back again and rested his head against the tree, deep in thought.

After a moment, he stood and held out his hand. “Come on, I have an idea.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow and took it. He grinned and helped her up, excitedly rambling in his best Gollum impression in an odd attempt to cheer her up. The two walked back to her home, where he told her to change into her favorite, most comfortable outfit. As soon as she shut the door, he sprinted away, presumably to his own home. A short while passed and he returned, practically vibrating with glee. His telltale crooked grin and shining eyes told Y/N all she needed to know: the Took had something big planned.

The two walked wordlessly for a few minutes before Meriadoc Brandybuck turned up, nodding to each of them. Samwise Gamgee, who had been anxiously watching the trio from his garden up the road, abruptly set down the trowel and tulip bulbs he had been planting. Scrambling through his open gate, he adjusted his jacket and walked beside Y/N, mumbling a quick greeting as he matched her gait. After a few more moments, Frodo Baggins slipped into the group, offering her a soft smile and a knowing look. In all her years, Y/N had never seen the group so quiet. It was highly suspicious.

As they arrived at The Green Dragon, Merry and Pippin each grabbed a door and flung it open. The inn was totally empty.

“Pip, I --”

“Just wait, trust me!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow and walked in, skeptical, the group snickering as she looked around. Dozens of curly-haired hobbits suddenly jumped up from their hidden places behind or under furniture, cheering. A small band burst into song, playing her favorite drinking song. The once-silent bar was now filled with the deafening roars of rowdy, half-drunk hobbits. Merry and Sam had already made for the bar to order drinks while Frodo snagged a table in the center of the room. Pippin remained by her side, a triumphant grin lighting up his face.

“They're all here for you. I invited everyone in the Shire! I wanted to show you how much you mean to everyone. No one here came for the drinks, though it may seem like it. They're here because of you. Because they care about you.”

As she studied the room, the faces of the halflings began to blur and melt; each movement seemed distorted and slow, their voices unbearably loud. Her hands began to shake as tears flooded her eyes. She greatly appreciated the effort Pippin had put into this, but doubt and an odd feeling of guilt were eating away at her. He had done so much for her; he'd dropped everything to do something he knew would cheer her up. All of her dearest friends were here, but she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Surely most, if not all of the guests felt obligated to come. They'd put a halt to their plans to take their place as bodies in a room, to begrudgingly become a wall of support for one person.

“Y/N? I'm sorry, are you okay? Here, let's get some fresh air--” Pippin stammered, placing a steadying hand on her back and gently leading her to the bench outside. “Here, it's cold. Put this on.” He added, slipping off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered, frozen in her seat. “You can go on in, I think I just need a minute. Thank you for doing this.”

Pippin rested his arm on the back of the bench and nodded. “I meant what I said, by the way. Everyone here really cares about you. They didn't just show up out of obligation, either.” He chuckled as she gave him an alarmed look. “I know you. I knew you'd be thinking it. Be kind to yourself; for my sake, if it helps.” He nodded to the patch of daffodils under a nearby tree. “Those see your favorites, right?”

“Yes, actually. How did you know?”

“Because I know you.”

Y/N smiled. It had only been a few minutes, but this quiet moment with her dearest friend had calmed her nerves and racing thoughts. She glanced over at him, gratefulness and hope flooding her heart. “Thank you.”

He smiled back, warmth shimmering in his eyes. “Anytime.”

[adultswim2021]

Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job #34: “Universe” | February 23, 2009 - 12:30AM | S04E03

The first thing: Celebrity Zillions, a game show where big stars (Whoopsie, Steven Spielberg, Johnny Depp, others) all jump around while Mr. Zillions throws money down at them while suspended from the ceiling. I love this one, this is one of Eric’s best roles as the dreaded ceiling man. His eyes go nuts, and you gotta respect it. The concept of a television audience sincerely rooting for celebrities to get richer is very funny to me. Plus, the weird guys in this are simply "icing on the cake." Without checking to see that I’m right: I think this is the first time they use the Johnny Depp guy, who recurs several times in the Abso Lutely universe (including a very memorable Nathing For You episode). 

Then, what luck, the return of Pierre! This is a PSA called “All the Food is Poison”, which features a chorus of young cheerleaders. At one point they stage a cutesy tableau where one of the lines is acted out as if she is sharing this information anecdotaly and not through verse. This is another GREAT one. The part where the girls all look more and more troubled by the song is so great. I love stuff like this. It’s art.

We get a second Gettin’ it Dunn featuring known nuisance David Liebe Hart as a guest. He makes a truly unhinged comment about alien women’s pussies. Then they make him apologize on camera for it. I love this too!!! 

Then we get a Brule bit, where he tells us to use fruit juice to make ice cubes and then put “THAT in your milk”. These Brules Rules are more hit-and-miss than I remember, but this is fine! It’s a funny idea. Putting ice cubes in milk! What a fool! The first time I saw this I cracked up when Brule calls the viewer a “bimbo”. I like that he doesn’t know what some words mean!

Tim’s Discount Prices and Eric’s Premium Prices is really funny. Tim and Eric are businessmen and pitchmen to boot, and are dueling via commercial over whose business “fits the bill” and puts “money in the bank”. They are selling prices themselves, and have slightly different mission statements. This one has some funny lines and truly rude riffs. Tim saying Eric will “Rape ya!” is pretty nasty by today’s standards, but I think of it often, for some reason. 

The only truly weak link here for me is another installment of “Afternoon Review” (The daytime show for women), which the joke is just that it’s footage of weird men being weird, and demonstrating talents that would not be appreciated by women. It’s whatever, but it’s one of those bits that has the “season three stank” all over it. 

The host segments here are ones for the ages; in fact it has been made heckin’ immortal in the memosphere (the animated gif of Eric going “bwaaaaugh!!!!” while animated big bangs ripple out of his forehead, mimicking the hand movements he’s also making). This one is pretty funny and charming. Tim’s material is more absurd, he just yammers nonsense. He gets flustered describing the shape of the universe and just leaves it at “it’s not a bowl.” Eric’s material usually veers into sexual matters, because the guy is a horny freaking devil. This sketch also makes use of footage of Kaz trying to open a door with a sword, taken from a deleted season three sketch. 

Eric describes bonding with his neighbor’s son against his father’s consent by swirling a flashlight around against his wall through the window late at night in what could easily be perceived as a flirtatious gesture. “I do this every night with your son”, Eric boasts. One of my favorite endings. 

There is more Universe stuff in the EXTENDED SCENES of the DVD. Or, you can watch it right here on youtube.

MAIL BAG

dont publish this but i am not doing the funny man of tumblr bit, you got an anklebiter with different jaws than mine

Sorry, you can't use such wonderful turns of phrase as "anklebiter with different jaws than mine" and expect me not to print it. As a compromise I'll just put it in a font that's a little harder to read.

Xaviers Maneuver mafia guy is not Chinese but Chi-talian-ese. Thank you

Lucky for you, I am willing to sit my ass down and listen. I appreciate the correction.

[fluffallamaful]

Well with Dream being a human golden retriever, imma bring back one of my favorite concepts I made. Dogboy Dream loving ticklish tummy rubs. Him laying in someone's lap, tail wagging, big smile, ears flopped. And when he gets his tummy tickles his leg repeatedly kicks out like a dog's does when you scratch a good spot. Sweater paws balled up under his chin as he giggles in bliss

fxgzyyzss yes ok ok okjjjkjkj

so first off, dream with leg kickies is literally the cutest thing in the freakin world 😭 like just not knowing what else to do with himself so he starts stomping his feet :(( also the fact that he gets excited hops makes me think that this could literally be canon 😖

second off, the heckin sweater paws 😭 omfgggg,, i actually kinda hc that when dream covers his face he mainly aims to cover his cheeks and eyes, but leaves his smile uncovered. like just adoring letting his friends know that he’s having the time off his life, without having to face them or show them how flustered he is. but also adoring the compliments he gets :((

and then AHHH belly tickles 😭😭😭 like he’s just lying over someone’s lap so his belly kinda sticks up coz his back is resting over their legs. which is just perfect for tummy scribbles and scratches coz there’s just more surface area,, plus a stretched out tummy is more tickly to soft tickles 😭

so yes just,, dream giggling away in bliss with his belly jumping and smile so wide and legs stomping and cheeks hidden behind sweater pawswnajsjxjcjjxajw AHH

[bookishbunnies]

Okay, now that the two series ppl have mixed up again I'm gonna chill a bit and do an episode at the time, coz before I was kinda switching when they switched between crows and s&b

Episode 5

Oh Jesper, you're so fucking adorable, doing anything to stay near Wylan

Omg David and Genya are perfect for each other. I'm so in love with them.

Okay, every scene with Wesper is making me laugh, and every scene with Denya is making me cry, heck

Omg Tolya giving Jesper dating advice 😂 Jesper, let the man recite his poems dammit

Omg dammit, this scene is the perfect set up for the notbjust girls scene but it doesn't work now and I'm so mad but so happy. How dare this show give me such conflicting emotions.

'Warm. And wet'. Wow Kaz, it's like I can taste the tea myself.

Omfg. Waffles. Holy shit. Nina needs to be in charge of nicknames till the end of time

'Kerch are more affectionate' well that explains Jesper and Wylan 😅😅

'If you want the blade, you'll have to steal it' alright bet

Oh damn, wow this is a brilliant callback to Kaz telling Inej that most people aren't smart enough to look for his real weakness. That Shu woman real fucking smart

Oh gods the amount of Kanej we getting is amazing

And Wesper. I feel so sorry for the Helnik shippers, getting absolutely fucking robbed

Tho, it is good that Matthias is still in hellgate. Gives me some hope for getting further soc shows with the ice court

Yus! Time for a heist! Gods I can't wait to see Jesper and Wylan work together

Omg Jesper 'why do you think we're here?' 😂

Ooooh, yes. Pekka in Hellgate, I wonder how many seconds he'll last 😂

Oh ffs, let Matthias at him dammit

Pekka, Kaz destroyed you. You have nothing to offer, shut the fuck up

Omg is Hellgate filled with fucking idiots

Okay, I am loving the shared hated enemy that Kaz and Matthias now has. And that I know both of them would hate to know they have something so major in common 😂

Baghra is so fucking real and I love her so much for it

'In what sense' bitch in the sense that no one fucking wants you around.

'He's never walked away from me like that before' Alina you heckin yelled at him

Okay I am loving Nikolai and Alina. Not as romantic partners, but as besties

Oooh, Wylans lil bag. I'm so excited, we've had a badass Jesper scene, is it time for a badass Wylan scene? To to be fair, Wylan jumping on a guys back to save Jesper was also pretty badass

Jesper, honey, you are digging yourself the biggest hole in the world

Aha!! I fucking knew it. Jesper, you knew Wylan is smart. You literally just told him so. And you're surprised he knows you're Grisha??

Also the parallels of them both hiding the big main thing they're ashamed of from each other, failing to hide it, then sucking at accepting the fact that they can't hide it from each other? Beautiful

Wow Jes, thanks for stating the obvious. Brilliant

Omg. The imagery. Brilliant. Beautiful. We'd seen him go into the water, but that fall was just magestic

[taiblogcomics]

Still Not in the Nico Time

Hey there, shrines to Inari. Still got a bitter taste from last issue of Avengers Arena, but now we're officially halfway through it. And halfway through this run of six issues that I'm breaking it up into! So we'll just power through it like usual, yeah? We've been through worse! Because, yeah, as bad as this story is, it's still better than Heroes in Crisis~

Here's the cover:

Well, I was gonna give this cover props for being another actually kind of heckin' cool cover. Always love a giant hand looming from the background! And Nico's outfit is always cool, she had that goth fashion on lock. But then I checked, and this one's another goddamn reference cover. To Platoon of all things, this time. That one I'm pretty sure is not a teenagers-murdering-each-other film! You could argue its horrors of war and death of innocence themes are also applicable, but A) I don't want to give more props to this story than it deserves, and 2) I still hate these reference covers. (The giant hand is still cool, though, Platoon should’ve had a giant hand.)

Well, last time we found out that Apex is a plural system of Katy and Tim, and Katy (who I will continue to refer to as Apex, for consistancy's sake) is a bit cuckoo for cocoa puffs. The kids tried to talk things out, which was enjoyable for a little bit. But when they opted not to mercy-kill Tim for their own protection, Chase Stein got ejected from the group for suggesting it. Then Apex reasserted control, proving they really should've done that very thing. She murders Juston, takes control of Deathlocket and the Sentinel, and goes flying off to who-knows-where.

Big complaint just to start off when we open the issue. Nico's conscious again after she took a beating from Apex last night. She's in bad shape, and sure this has been the comic about murdering teenagers, but this is absolutely gory. And it's the first fucking page, too! Anyone who bought this comic or even was just browsing and opened it to the first page would've seen Nico Minoru beaten so badly her broken leg bone is poking through the skin, and her arm is completely torn off, also exposing bone. It's fucking grisly, and there's no warning or anything. This is rated T+?

So we flash back to 12 hours ago, when Nico's just waking up from getting knocked out by Apex last night. So the unnecessarily mangling will happen later, and she really was just knocked out. Confusing on top of unnecessarily gory, excellent! Naturally, Nico's feeling incredibly shitty that she failed on her watch, and she hasn't even found out about Juston yet. X-23 has to tell her, and then she goes off to hunt Apex on her own. Nico begs her to stay and help her explain, but it's too late. X-23's off, and the rest of the group is waking up now.

Meanwhile, in another part of Child Murder Island, Apex is assessing her situation. She realises she jumped the gun--after all, if she'd been patient, maybe the Sentinel could've been repaired to full operational mode! She's also turned Deathlocket's brain back on but left her unable to move, which might be worse in my opinion. Locket is naturally protesting her being used as a weapon, and Apex retorts that she's just being realistic. The only way to win a deathmatch is to survive, and that's what she plans to do.

By sheer coincidence, Chase happens to be nearby spying on this whole exchange, commenting on how right he was that they should've taken out Apex when they could've. He powers up into Darkhawk form, and... X-23 runs by, telling him to stay put. He complies, because you don't fuck with X-23. Unfortunately, Apex does fuck with X-23, and she's not at the "find out" stage yet, alas. She also has a slightly in-tact Sentinel, and immediately puts X-23 in the ground with one punch. And no, I will not give her a One Punch Man meme, she doesn't deserve it.

Back with the main group, Cammi lays out the facts: none of the rest of them (including herself) have a powerset worth a damn against Apex and her killbots. Only Nico's magic has a chance, so she's gonna do the fighting while the rest of them beat cheeks. That's as far as the plan gets, coz then Apex just turns up, dumping an unconscious X-23 on top of the lot of them. She's still alive, because of course she is, she's too much of a headliner. Nico manages to do enough spells to put the Sentinel on its ass for a minute, telling the rest of them to take the opportunity to run.

Nico runs right after them, and Cammi notes that they'll never get away on foot. Nico replies that her teleport spells don't work in Child Murder Island, but decides to try again. She manages to conjure a portal. She doesn't know where it goes, but it'll be somewhere else in Murderworld, since that's enough of a loophole for the magic. Apex turns up just then, and Nico shuts the portal behind them, cutting herself off from the group. Apex mocks her for her heroic sacrifice and nobility, just in case you didn't detest her enough yet.

Before Apex can swing a blow down on Nico, Chase (as Darkhawk) swoops in. She's very grateful for the rescue, and starts to apologise for casting him out. That's when Chase shoots her hand off. See, turns out the Darkhawk powers are also alien technology, and if it's tech, Apex can manipulate it. So Chase is her mindless servant now, just like Deathlocket. He kicks Nico off a nearby cliff, and that brings us to the front of the story again, where we saw her mangled and beaten. She drags herself to her staff, and utters one last word while clinging to it: "Help." The issue ends showing us her HP bar going to 0.

Well, I kind of hate this issue quite a lot, too. Oh, yes, yes, they seemingly kill Nico off in this one, just after killing someone off only an issue ago. (Never mind that at this point, I’ve read I think two whole later runs of Runaways, where Nico is alive and well, so all the tension there is gone. You’re welcome for that, by the way.) No, my big complaint isn’t Nico’s death itself, but how fucking gory it was. This is, what, the fifth death so far? And Kid Briton got decapitated, and that didn’t feel as violent as this. I don’t need to linger on a teenager suffering with her bones exposed through the skin for several pages, and I definitely don’t need it to be the opening fucking pages of the comic. I may have said Heroes in Crisis was worse at the beginning, but hoo boy, did this one jump right up there. Fuck this comic in particular.

[l8rhader]

One of my crowning achievements of HHN was a little kid on tour. It was his birthday and he was stoked for tlou and Stranger Things so I'm like heckin yeh my little dude. To Hawkins or Pittsburgh?

Child chose Pittsburgh and tried to run out through a boo hole so he and i spent the rest of the night as best of buds while we essentially rider swapped the whole night. Like I'd send the group through with auntie then send the group through with mom. (This kid was 9.)

But we got over toward the soundstages at the end of the night and my little dude is lamenting sitting out stranger things but he's so stinking scared.

So, the 2 houses before, I laid the house out hit for hit. Younwalk in. You're in front of Eddie's trailer and you hear chrissy wake up now. You go through the door and there's chrissy floating on your right but she's a mannequin. Eddie jumps through the kitchen on your left and you go through into the next room max is on your right, then vecna in the sheets, then you round the corner and after the clock, the little kid that Fred killed is on your left. Every hit for the whole house. Got him super psyched and he looks up at me and goes I think I can do it miss Amanda but can my mom go in front of me and you go behind me and remind me where the scares are? So as we're walking up, I tell the whole group to go in ahead of us but don't make a big deal just go.

And he made it through like a champ.

He was so brave and I was so proud of him.

But I was also so proud of myself for getting him through the other house he was so excited for. Like. His older brothers were being Older Brotherly TM (read: what, you wanted to do this and now you pussy put?) to him all night and he felt so guilty and he lost his birthday money in a giftshop and it was just a mess but at the end of the night he hugged me and said even though he was scared he had the best time and the mom was like in tears at the end of the night just. So good.

[nothing-scout]

random story bc why not under the cut

I rammed my body against the bars again, again and again. I had to find her, I promised her Grandma that I was gonna protect her. After a while however; I was tired, so damned tired so I just sat at the bars of this darned cage I was in with my still broken leg. Why did I trust them to actually keep their promises? If only I didn't take this stupid job then she and I wouldn't be in this me-

"... Hello?" I jumped slightly, looking at the other prisoners that I forgot about, it was one of those turtles, the orange one.

"... What do you want?"

"I just want to help you with your leg, if that's okay dude!" He said with a smile.

I couldn't really do anything with the leg anyways but I was of course I was terrified, I don't know what they even are first off.

"... I'll be fine"

"You sureee??"

"..."

"Come on! Let us help, even if you work for the foot clan, you deserve help."

"... Fine."

The turtle smiled brightly, coming closer to me after asking the blue one for the bag he always carries around with him.

"How does that not hurt right now?" The purple one said, as he looked me over.

"Pure spite" "Ppfft- I like this guy already!"

The orange one overlooked my leg before, with simplicity, just snapped my leg in place. I couldn't even react before he bandaged my leg along with a homemade splint.

"...holy-" "That's Mikey for you"

"Oh yeah! What's your name by the way? I mean, you seem like a really cool guy and us good guys gotta stick together even if we work in different teams"

I glared at the one the purple one called Mikey, I still didn't trust em but he did fu-heckin fix my leg so..

"... Casey." I kinda muttered my name under my breath, hopefully they heard it.

"Well nice to meet you, Casey! My name is Mikey!" Mikey said as he then pointed to the three other turtles to introduce them.

"That's Donnie!" He then pointed to another one. "That is Raph annddd.." He pointed at the last one "that's Leo!" The three others waved at me with suspicion which I'm not surprised with. "They're my big bros!"

"I suppose it's nice to meet you all... Officially I mean."

"It's nice to meet you too!"

Mikey and I started to talk after a while, mostly it's just him Rambling and I chiming in and just listening. However in the corner of my eye I could see the three others talking among each other, looking at us but more specifically me. I'm not surprised if they don't trust me.

Maybe this'll be a new beginning for me, even if it was weird one.

[bloo-the-dragon]

British dragon steals a couple of weird fish twins more at- yeah ok that jokes getting old.

SO ANYWAY! Here’s my contribution for mermay hjdkfg brain went big brrr on this one lol

Some basic lore info and backstory will be under the cut!

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We’ll start with the backstory:

- Sun and Moon were found washed up ashore as lil bby fishies by a circus owner years ago and he rescued them. They stayed with him (not necessarily out of their own choice) and would do performances as part of the circus show.

- They were treated decently enough until the circus owner passed away, and the circus and all its assets were passed down to his son who was not so kind.

- His treatment of Sun and Moon would cause them to greatly distrust humans in the future. One day though he would be found dead, drowned under ‘mysterious circumstances’ in one of the tanks used for performances. Sun and Moon were in another tank however so there was little suspicion they had anything to do with it. (they did)

- The circus was disbanded, and all its assets were sold, including the celestial mer brothers who were bought by an exotics aquarium and put on display.

- At this point though, they had grown tired of being used as attractions. Life at the aquarium wasn’t too bad but they were treated more as animals than intelligent creatures and their distrust of humans had only grown since the incident with their last owner.

And this is where Bloo (my sona) comes in.

Being a non-human creature herself (fairy dragon) she could sense they were in distress and after having an encounter with them during a visit to the aquarium, decided to help them. That help coming in the form of breaking into the highly guarded exotics aquarium, stealing their highly valued sirens (she’s not one for planning ahead lol) and taking them home (and getting them some heckin therapy)

And now for the lore facts:

- They communicate with each other via telepathy (twin thing and all that) and while they can perfectly understand human speech, they can only speak a little of it themselves.

- Being mer/sirens they can sing, and they can sing very well. Moon’s singing can put you to sleep, while Sun’s singing can make you feel energized.

- As for what fish they are based on- i have no idea lol i mostly improvised xD but i did want to add in a mix of koi and shark themes! The ‘wings’ on their backs were inspired by flying fish. Since the robot versions can hook up to cables to ‘fly around’ the pizzaplex i figured the mer versions could have flying fish wings so they could fly and glide like flying fish do when they jump out of the water.

- Their pupils/irises disappeared as a result of neglect and poor care (they’re still there but faded) but they would slowly reappear again over time with enough care and attention (and no small amount of hugs and cuddles)

- After they are released back into the ocean, they’d still be pretty much like domesticated cats by this point though lol so they’d stick around Bloo alot by hanging around the shore near her home.

- They can form legs albeit temporarily, but doing so takes a lot of energy and so they very rarely do it. (Walking is a great struggle for them too so they’d rather crawl if the situation required them moving out of water)

That’s all for now! But i’m not done with it yet lol got more sketches in the works and will have them up and posted when i can. :3

(If you read it this far i giv u a cookie!)

[aalt-ctrl-del]

yknow the Russian invasion of Ukraine is absolute proof that Russia released the virus.

It’s a pretty heavy accusation, but it’s one that the government has explored to some depth. However, dealing with Russia is a tad precarious, and even if our government had definitive proof that Russia released a bioweapon, what are we gonna do? Start a war? Demand justice? Make Putin say he’s sorry? Shun the Russia country?

But maga people are so brainwashed by this mantra that the covid is “kung-flu” or whatever uncreative drool secretion accumulates in the corner of their jowl. magas tend to overlook that Russia has been super fucking quiet for all this time. Russias sort of like, “Hello comrade nations. The virus is very pandemic, is it?” You don’t hear a lot from Russia about their handling of the pandemic, treatments or anything. They’re just over there, being very quiet, not drawing attention to themselves....

and now they wanna sort of invade their neighbors.

HMMMMMMMMMM..... 

It wasn’t a big fucking coverup that bad shit was going on in china. Back in september 2019, we started hearing about it. Back in november 2019, I went out and stockpiled R-95 masks, because supplies were being shipped to china to help their shortages in supplies, due to the virus that was out of control. We had experience with a SARS disease of this nature, and then our country devised a pandemic response team thus we would not let an outbreak or this magnitude, a epidemic of this nature, get far out of hand.

And then we have Russias bitch dog trump, disband the whole thing a few months before SARS took hold of China.

HMMMMMMMMMMM.....

This sounds kind heckin like sabotage to me. I dunno, when you neuter a dog, its not gonna have many puppies. Thats good and fine if you dont want puppies, but that dog was a rare and endangered breed, and the genetics were such good stock.

The point is, Russia has and always has done weird bullshit experiments. And the original SARS infection, if you read about that history, you’ll learn that this particular strain of the virus ‘disappeared’. Which means either the people who contracted it did not do well and fucking died, or alternatively, those who contracted the original SARS virus, were able to build viable antibodies, and when the virus was posed with no alternative reservoir - such as animals - it ate itself into redundancy. Or, through convergent evolution, the original SARS became a benign virus which was no different to an rhino infection, thus it lives on, but cannot become anything more dangerous.

The point is, we don’t know where the original SARS virus went.

Covid 19 on the other hand, is a prime example of a viral pathogen which has been given the opportunity and freedom to grow. And its capacity to jump species is VERY CONCERNING, and a particular note to keep an eye on.

So countries are in disarray from dealing with the spread of this virus. And the US has become a very dangerous state, because we do breed fresh variants. It isn’t a shock that Russia has chosen this time to movie on Ukraine, there is a strategic advantage to elect this year of the pandemic, and upon the movement of the Omicron variant - which they still say is concerning, but not as destructive as delta or the original 19 strain.

But this is sort of the anniversary of the pandemics landfall in the US. Isn’t it, give or take?

[beauregard-s]

Take The Wheel (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader (aged up)

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: NSFW. Sex, Oral (fem receiving), cursing and light dirty talking. Also mentions of alcohol.

Anon said:  “ alright for whatever reason I can only ever think of Richie concepts but that's okay he's my boy :0 Anyway, So like a Richie x Reader smut where Richie is teaching the reader to drive in an empty parking lot and he sits them in his lap so they're both in the drivers seat. And he gets a boner and then car sex boom that's the concept ”

A/n: I must say it’s some *chef’s kiss* concept. I really liked this one, and had a lot of Cigarettes After Sex’s help to write it lol. Hope I fulfilled your expectations, my dear anon.

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“Come on, doll, it’s your eighteen!”

“I already said no, Richie.”

It’s been years since you both realized you were too big to share the old hammock anymore, but you acted like it wasn’t an important detail. You and Richie had spent the afternoon laying there, he previously napping and now smoking a cigarette while you went through a thriller book Ben had lent you a couple weeks before and you were taking too long to return to him. 

Richie had his long hanging down, foot on the floor and here and there he’d swing you both from side to side, softly, in a way the had your eyelids fighting not to shut close. 

“What are you doing when I’m not around, then?” He teased once more, and it was enough for you to softly hit his ribs with your bare foot, since you two were so tangled in such little space that your legs rested by his sides.

“You’ll always be around, Trashmouth.”

“Maybe I won’t...” He blew smoke through his parted lips when you shoot a look, narrowing your eyes at him from over the book. The little lopsided smile he had made your insides tingle. 

Next week you’d turn eighteen and, until present days, you had not learned how to drive. That’d be a result of very strict and overprotective parents, alongside a not so irrational - in your thoughts -, but for sure overscaled fear of taking the steering wheel. 

Usually, Richie was the one driving you around on his beat-up truck, blasting Tears For Fears, an arm slung out of his window. Sometimes it was Stan or Bill, Mike and Ben were busier but they were always down to give you a ride if you needed it. Beverly was a heckin' reckless driver, but she was the one who usually took you shopping and even Eddie had rebelled against Sonia Kaspbrak to get his license. 

You were the last “baby” among the grown-ups.  

“Come on, y/n, I can teach you. I’m the best driver-”

“Stan is the best driver,” you corrected.

“Stan is bullshit!” he went, now pointing at you with his lit cigarette. “And you shall never say such fallacy again.”

You laughed his fake offended tone off, but, yeah, he was right. Stan could be the most prudent one, but he was too prudent even for your coward standards. Richie was, indeed, the best driver. Reckless, but not too reckless at the point of almost run over people on the street - like Bev did at least a couple times -, also he was surprisingly skilled, but had some worrisome courage, for sure. And he had got a few speed tickets, yeah, but he always knew what he was doing. 

Those facts, plus the way he kept looking and expecting at you made you roll your eyes and break.

“Fine, Tozier,” it was enough for his smile to widen up “but don’t blame me if I shove your car through a wall or something.”

He laughed and tickled your feet by his side, what made you jump on your place and kick him harder than the last time, earning a grunt of pain from him.

“Don’t worry, toots. I got you.”

**

It was an empty and probably abandoned parking lot behind the library. What on Earth could go wrong?

That was exactly what you thought when Richie set things up the last day, but, now, when you looked blankly at his truck parked there, with its doors opened, just waiting for you, it didn’t seem such a good idea anymore.

“Richie...” 

“No fucking way, doll, it’s the tenth time you call out for my name, not that I’m complaining.”

You threw him a pissed look, but of course it wouldn’t do any harm on those mocking eyes of his. But you looked better at Richie, right there under the golden hour light. His dark curls messed by his fingers and by the breeze that gently hit you, glasses always full of fingerprints on its lenses, but not hiding his narrowed eyes due to the clarity. He seemed more freckled than ever.

All of that made you tingle inside, again. Had been like that for a while now, and every time it’d happen, every time you’d feel that weird sensation, you’d just turn away from his view, not that bold to face whatever it was.

“Come on, toots, it won’t bite you! Let’s go!”

He placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you to the driver’s side. You hopped onto the seat and Richie was so damn tall you felt you were miles away from the wheel and couldn’t even dream about reaching the pedals. He helped you adjust the seat to your height and ran around the car while you buckled your safety belt. 

“Fasten your belt.” You enjoined, the second he closed his door and looked up at you with expectation.

“For God’s sake, y/n, we’re just driving around the lot,” he scoffed, and you rolled your eyes. “Easy now. It’s no big deal, come on, start the car.”

Maybe you’d be able to focus and make your legs stop shaking, but Richie’s hand reaching for your thigh to supposedly soothe you down didn’t make it possible. And he stayed just like that when you turned the keys and the truck roared.

“Okay, now let’s switch the gear and loosen the handbrake...”

You had no idea of the amount of work involving getting a car to move. Richie kept instructing you and, for your disbelief, yes, he was a good teacher. He was clear as water when he told you what to do, and his voice went down to a soft and patient tone that made the tingling feeling hit you wave after wave. But even like that, you couldn’t put the thing on the road. The engine kept dying and you just weren’t coordinated enough to get it to move.

Richie and you switched places and he tried to teach you through visuals, letting you watch him as he drove around. And you really tried to. You focused on his hands but you wouldn’t absorb his moves. You’d just absorb how he firmly gripped onto the wheel and how skilled he moved the gear around. You tried to learn from his feet pressing the pedals, but your eyes would trail up to his sculpted side profile in the fading, cold light. How his lips looked soft, talking to you and dictating how you’d have to switch the gear every time the engine roared in en specific pleading way.

But you were fucking drooling over how handsome Richie Tozier was.

Before you had a chance to actually start paying attention to the mechanisms, he stopped the car like it all was the easiest thing. “See? Just like learning how to ride a bicycle.”

You tittered, not sure if you couldn’t keep up with all the steps on properly driving because there were a lot of them, or only because you just could take your eyes off Richie himself. 

“I don’t know... I mean, I think I just can’t coordinate enough,” you shrugged.

He shushed you immediately.

“No fucking way! You’re learning how to drive, and I’m teaching you, doll!” he raised his brows, his determination making you laugh again. Richie bit down his lip for a while, sitting sideways on the seat so he could face you.

“Do you want to sit on my lap, then? So I can help you?”

You slowly raised a brow and your brain sent off the red alert with a neon sign of “bad idea”.

“How messed up could this be?” You sneered.

“Not messed up at all, that’s actually how I first learn how to drive,” he smirked.

“Richie, you were ten, and no, pretending you’re driving isn’t learning how to drive,” you laughed.

You remembered that story very well, how Mr. Tozier would put Richie on his lap while driving around safe places when he was a little boy. But now this was a whole, dissimilar situation. 

Richie rolled his eyes, leaning in towards you, and you swore you were all hooded eyes at him. 

“Come on, doll, just like the truck, I won’t bite you.”

The red alert in your head went off even louder, but, still, with him that close and with the evening’s darkness engulfing both of you, your lips had a different plan than your mind.

“Okay...” it was what scaped through them.

And the way Richie smiled at that answer warmed your heart beyond what was acceptable. 

You unbuckled your belt as he pushed his seat back and even like that, fitting in between him and the wheel was a difficult task. You propped yourself up from the passenger seat, passing a leg over the gearstick to sit it between his. You both were a mess of legs and arms.

“Okay, toots, careful now-fuck!”

“Holyshit, Richie, did I hit you?”

“No, just my thigh. Big Richie’s okay...”

“I hate you.”

You managed to settle down to his lap, not too comfortably, but enough to access everything around you. To feel all of him beneath you.

“No way, sugar, you love me,” he whispered from behind, very close to your ear.

With a simple turn of neck, you could see Richie over your shoulder, and there was where he rested his chin. He took your left hand and placed it on the wheel, under his own. Your right hands together met the gear stick. 

“I’m starting the car now,” he warned. His hand left yours just for a moment, and his truck roared again. It vibrated slightly and that way you couldn’t help to friction down against Richie’s lap.

You thought you felt him stiffening up, but soon enough his hand was back over yours and he helped you switching the gear. 

“Now can I speed up?” You asked, trying your best to don’t look back at him, or else your lips would almost touch.

“Yeah, slowly. And keep those beautiful eyes on the road, toots.”

You did as he told you, slowly pressed your foot down the accelerator, and the truck slowly and finally left its spot under your riding.

You couldn’t help but smile. It was something really childish to do, but it was unconscious. Richie kept his right hand over yours, helping you through the gears correctly, his left one was supposed to guide the wheel with you, but as soon as he heard your giggles he let go, his arm resting lazily on his open window.

You only sped up to an acceptable speed to keep during a parking lot training, but it was enough for a breeze to blow through the open windows. You felt somehow proud, even if you have been strolling for five minutes in circles behind the library. You didn’t even notice Richie letting go of the bare control he had, but you were pretty aware of his hands falling down to rest on your thighs.

And you were pretty aware of the forming hardness underneath you. You could feel him, and every time you made a turn your hips would be dragged around due to physics causes you never understood while in high school. Every time that happened you could hear Richie sighing really close to your neck.

His thumbs traced circles against the skin of your thighs, right where it met the hem of your skirt. You were already relaxed back against him by now.

“I’m so sorry, toots...” You heard both a certain embarrassment, but also some guts in his voice. He was also pretty aware of what was happening, but you wondered if he was aware of the growing heat inside your chest, and the wetness inside your panties.

Or if he was aware of the way you “helped” physics by dragging your hips down onto his.

“Don’t be, Rich.” You muttered.

His hands went for yours again, and his feet took the place yours once had. Richie himself stopped the car and as soon as he turned the motor down you noticed how silent it was because he didn’t turn on the radio earlier, probably because he didn’t want to distract you.

But he ended up doing way more than that.

It was starting to get dark, maybe a little too dark. Dark in a level that’d be perfect to do hidden things and they’d remain safe under its cover. Maybe that was why you felt it was safe enough to turn your body slightly to the side, just enough to face Richie, and you two kissed in the dim light.

No words needed, not a single trace of hesitation because you both knew you'd been aching for this for a long time now. You parted your lips under his tongue insistence within time, tried to fought him for dominance. Absurdly unsuccessful that was. Richie had a hand through your hair, slightly pulling it so you couldn’t turn your face away from him. Little did he know you wouldn’t do that anyway. 

He was the one who pulled away after a while. You could tell he was smirking, eyes on yours, and then down to check on your already slightly kiss-bruised lips. He leaned in then, his nose softly brushing all the way up your neck, sending goosebumps through your spine just so he could talk lowly in your ear.

“I want you in the backseat, y/n/n.” 

You didn't know if it was how he sounded deep, or how he called you by the nickname that only he’d call you, nothing generical, but he made you whimper untouched. You just nodded and Richie pushed you off his lap gently, helping you to pass through the front seats.

You didn’t think car sex was comfortable at all, having experienced it in other guys’ sedans, but Richie’s car got some valuable space. It was enough for you to be dragged into Richie’s lap without your head bumping into the ceiling, as soon as he joined you there, kissing you as his life depended on it.

Richie smelled like smoke and tasted like mint chapstick and cola, and the way he held you so tightly against him was driving you insane alone. Slowly the darkness was taking over and you couldn’t see much of him, but you could feel him everywhere. Hands on your hips and crawling up your sides, underneath your top inch by inch. You couldn’t help to grind your hips down against his, earning yourself a low grunt every time you did that.

It was happening, and you couldn’t believe it. Richie and you've been friends over the time, but you’d be lying if you said you never looked at him in a messed up way, here and there. Mainly when you’d get drunk together in parties and he started to get extra flirty towards your horny self. And now, what you have fantasized about was happening.

“I want you down on me so bad...” You moaned.

You widened your eyes because it wasn’t meant to escape your lips like that. But it did and made Richie pull away from the spot he had been kissing on your neck, looking up at you.

You expected him to laugh or scoff, but he raised a brow slightly, lips curving in a way that had your legs weak.

“Don’t ask me twice, doll.” He mumbled.

Richie held you by your thighs before pushing you down to the seat. You propped yourself up to rest your back against the side of the car, ready to push shoes and clothes off, but he got different plans. Richie made his best to fit properly in between your legs, hands pushing your skirt up so it was lumping around your waist.

With no warning, Richie just pulled your panties down your legs, taking them off skillfully and shoving them in his pocket. With a smirk, he leaned himself down on you, drawing a bold lick all the way up from your slit to your clit.

You moaned louder than would be safe. Just the vision of Richie in between your thighs like that was enough to make you purr like a kitten, but the way he kept his eyes up just to watch what he was doing to you was top-shelf.

His hands were on your thighs, keeping you as spread for him as the space allowed, tongue flicking through your wet folds. And the motherfucker dared to hum against you.

“Fuck, y/n/n... How can you taste so good, doll?”

Your chest weaved up and down as you panted, a complete moaning mess. Your hands went for Richie’s curls, messing them up even more as he took turns closing his eyes to savor you, and then looking up at your blank pleasured face.

“Richie...” You cried out.

He pulled away for a second, thumb still rubbing circles on your clit to keep your pace.

“What, babe, are you gonna cum for me?”

You did. As soon as he reattached his lips to your heat again, you came by his mouth only.

Richie smirked satisfied at the way your legs were shaking and your eyes shut closed, still lazily licking you down your high, and as soon as your breath calmed down he was sitting back up, pulling you into his lap again, holding you so close you lost your breath.

When you and Richie kissed again, you could still taste yourself on his lips. Your hands fumbled with his jeans, unbuckling it quickly because you needed more of him. He groaned at your eager manners, immediately bucking his hips up so you could pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs.

“Holy fuck, Richie...”

You couldn’t hold it back when you looked down at his cock, fully hard for you. Richie didn’t praise himself for nothing. You felt like some stupid depraved girl, but Richie seemed to like it judging by the melodic laugh he let out. A laugh that quickly turned into a deep moan when you took him in your hands, pumping slowly.

The way Richie’s mouth hung opened when he breathed out heavily and the sounds that came outta there made you clench around nothing. You didn’t delay much before aligning yourself over him, slowly lowering your hips.

Richie cursed out loud, hands gripping onto your waist for his life as he threw his head back. Now you were the one observing how his chest went up and down fast, how he licked his lips with eyes closed in bliss. You had all of him inside you, every inch. He was stretching you out, yes, but he felt too good filling you up like that.

Richie finally looked at you, all hooded eyes and hands going for your shirt. He lifted the fabric enough to expose your breasts, mumbling something about loving that you didn’t wear a bra much often before attaching his lips to your nipple.

Your hands on his shoulders for support must have squeezed too tightly, but he didn’t seem to notice it under the loud moans you gave him. Richie’s lips slid from a breast of yours to the other, taking a time to kiss the valley between them.

“Ride me, doll...” He softly demanded, and you did.

You held tightly onto him when you started to bounce up and down very slowly, trying to adjust to him, but as soon as you picked up your pace the previously silent and dark truck was filled with both your moans. Richie was loud and it was something you expected and now his hoarse groans only drove you closer to your high.

He gave you a hickey on your breast, right before his lips escalated to kiss and mark your neck as well.

“How good you feel around me, y/n/n...”

You melted more in his arms every time he'd fill you up, every little nibble he’d plant on the sweet spot of your neck. You felt your muscles tensing, clenching tightly around Richie’s cock right before you came undone once again.

As soon as you reached the peak, your loud moans were muffled by Richie’s hungry lips on yours. When your legs went numb, he kept thrusting up into you, hands grabbing handfuls of your ass until he came.

Richie came moaning into your mouth, while you drifted away from your orgasm and your fingers caressed back the curls that covered his face. You could barely see him by now, but the few traces you could discern made you smile numbly.

Holy shit. You were in love.

You fucked Richie in his car, and now you were in love.

No, you’ve been in love with him for a long time but only now, when the facts were spread right in front of your eyes, you admitted it. Only now, feeling the numerous small kisses he was spreading all over your shoulder and collarbone, and how his cold hands cupped your breasts gently, only now you admitted it.

Things were silent for a while, while Richie had his face buried against the crook of your neck and you still cockwarmed him. You didn’t want to leave him, you were afraid that as soon as you put yourself together, he’d check you out off his hook up list and drag you back to the friend zone.

“I fucking love you, y/n/n.”

You still breathed heavily when he whispered that, but you immediately felt like your lungs stopped working.

You pushed Richie away from you, making him look at your face in the dark, although you could only see the little reflection of his glasses.

“What the hell did you just say?”

“Nothing, I-Shit...”

“Richie.” You were serious, and that made him bite down his lips, thinking he had messed things up with you.

“I’m fucking in love with you, doll.”

You kissed him.

The second he finished that phrase you took his face in your hands and kissed him. A long, slow, and breathtaking kiss.

Richie’s arms wrapped around your waist and his glasses were for sure getting dirtier touching your face, but he didn’t care about it and nor did you.

Only your lips parted away a few moments later, but you kept your foreheads together, eyes closed and hearts going a mile a minute.

“I’m fucking in love with you too, Trashmouth” you mumbled.

You smiled in a cheesy way and somehow you knew he was doing the same.

“Although you’re a bad a drive instructor who ends up fucking your learner”

“Shut up, y/n.”

You laughed together and Richie hugged you against him. That was for sure a not recommend spot to be parked at that hour, but none of you minded that. He was still inside you and you'd keep him like that for at least some moments more because you needed your legs to stop trembling and you also needed to feel more of him against you like that.

"Rich..." You furrowed your brows lightly, curled into his chest. "Where the fuck are my panties?"

He chuckled.

"They are safe, toots. And, by the way, those are mine now."

[rikalovesrice]

Ok but for real. What was Douxie DOING during the Eternal Night and during Morando’s invasion???? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT EVERYONE THINKS ABOUT THIS!!!! Give me all the theories. I really can’t stop think about this and speculating.

I know we saw Douxie take out one Gumm-Gumm during the Eternal Night. Since Merlin told him to lay low and not reveal who he was (which I honestly don’t entirely understand either?? Why did Douxie have to hide for so many years?? Surely he could’ve been useful at SO MANY POINTS in the series before Wizards like WTF Merlin??????), maybe Doux continued to fight during the battle but didn’t use any magic, at least not overtly. 

Let’s talk about Morando’s invasion. Wizards takes place literally right after, like right, right after, this extraterrestrial fiasco. And Douxie’s just sweepin’ the cafe all casual and pensive like????? I mean, I get it, he’s 900 years old and he’s probably seen a lot and the world hasn’t ended yet and so he’s like not even phased by it. On one hand it’s really funny, but alsoooo....?

I don’t think anyone would deny that as soon as Jim was revealed as the new Trollhunter and Douxie caught on to it, he was looking out for these kids like the Big Bro we all know he is. Best believe Doux was keeping a close eye on Team Trollhunters and he most definitely saw Aja, Krel, and Varvatos crash into Arcadia. 

I love thinking about our best punk rock wizard boi secretly being a worrisome and protective older brother. Just imagine how many times Douxie almost jumped into the fray, but Archie, ever the more reasonable of the two, suggesting they wait.

“Arch, this doesn’t look good...Maybe we should-”

“Douxie, you know we can’t-”

“Bleeding Bellrocs, they’re just kids! We’ve got to help them!” Douxie’s three seconds away from putting on his bracelet.

“I understand your concerns but you know what Merlin said!”

Archie flies in front of the door, reasoning with his worried wizard familiar. Douxie glimpses Jim and Toby scrambling away from a raging Bular outside and almost pleads with Archie.

“What if they die, Arch? Come on, we can’t just stand by and let them get hurt!”

“Have faith, Doux! The amulet chose this boy for a reason...”

And so they agree to follow the chase in the shadows, keeping watch over Jim and Toby. They’re beyond relieved when they manage to get away.

And as Jim develops more and more into the roll of Trollhunter, Douxie starts relaxing a little, since Jim can clearly handle himself, but remains alert. Team Trollhunters hangs out at the cafe pretty often and Doux can’t help but grow fond of them from a distance. 

And when Claire gets possessed by Morgana? Duuuuuuuuuude

“Something doesn’t feel right...” Douxie senses something dark coming from Arcadia Oaks. He heads there under the guise of promoting the Battle of the Bands. Now I’m personally not sure how Douxie knew Claire’s name. Haven’t quite speculated enough on that, though I know many theorize it’s because of all the time travel. But Douxie DEFINITELY knew it was Morgana. He approaches Claire with caution but with that trademark kindness and charm. And in his mind, he’s already sizing up the Pale Lady, daring her to cause trouble.

Que Douxie hurrying away from the school and slamming his back against the door when he rushes into the bookstore, startling a sleeping Archie.

“Oooh fuzzbuckets, this is bad.”

And best believe Douxie being their waiter during that double date was NO HECKIN’ WAY A COINCIDENCE. 

“Uh, I’ll take that table. No worries! I uh...” Douxie nervously glances at the group outside, zeroing in on Claire. “I could just...use some fresh air! Yes!”

(Side note, Douxie is mildly entertained by Jim’s jealousy. He feels bad for Jim since his girlfriend is well...possessed at the moment).

Morgana’s sudden outburst when Doux is taking their order is both unnerving and just???

Douxie, annoyed murmuring to himself, “Raw? Dripping with blood? What is she, a wild animal?? Uh yes, three well done steaks and one...,” a heavy sigh, “Rare, please. Very, very rare.”

And of course Douxie wiggles his way out of the shift to follow Jim and Claire home and make sure they’re ok. He’s watching the exorcism the ENTIRE time and it takes everything in him not to jump in and stop Strickler from killing Claire. He’s both exhausted and so, so proud when they manage to send Morgana packing.

Douxie goes full wizard, remaining incognito, during the two apocalypses of the series. Secretly taking care of Gumm-Gumms and evil robots before they could attack our heroes. Getting civilians to safety. Performing healing spells on the wounded. 

In summary: Douxie is the secret amazing older brother wizard boi who was looking out for these kids the entire series. It’s canon that Douxie’s reckless and is always itching to do what’s right. Is it so hard to believe Doux was probably pushing it before Wizards came around? Nah bruh, naaaaah

I love Hisirdoux Casperan thank you for coming to my Ted talk see yaaaa lol

Please let me know your theories! Much love and blessings

[thehappiestgolucky]

Hi can we get a heckin uHHHH,,,, 53 for knifebat and shield boi

53. "Who cares about what they think?”

Kingdoms Edge. The large group had decided to explore the unforgiving environment for all its hidden nooks and crannys, most of it’s members very curious about each little detail. Two members, a large gothic bug and the smaller armour clad one, decided to seperate from the group - exploring the far more dangerous routes of the Kingdoms Edge. There, Grimm and Tiso made it a competition to see who could reach the top of the large cavern the fastest. Of course, there was no competition, not when Grimm simply teleported just ahead of the ant - sitting casually over the edge as he watched the warrior huffidly clamber up the slopes. “Enjoying yourself?” The grinning god teased, resting his head on his hands as the ant glared up at him on the edge.

“You’re not even trying!” Tiso spat back, pushing himself up, swaying slightly as he stood up straight and crossed his arms in annoyance. Grimm in turn only grinned wider, waving a hand nonchalantly.

“Oh please, magic does use energy might I remind you.”

The ant only rolled his eyes, “Yeah right. You too afraid to get your claws dirty?” Tiso, eye’s still furrowed downwards, smirked as he grasped onto the last wall in their way - prepared to hoist himself up the rock. “Expected that from a drama queen like you anyways.” Grimm raised an eye, standing to his full height as Tiso already made his ascent.

“Are you suggesting I can’t climb?”

“If you’re not too much of a coward!” The ant called back, already halfway up the slope and snickering to himself. Grimm only rolled his eyes, his smirk never leaving his face. With ease the large bug scaled the wall, spooking the ant as Tiso yelped with the speed Grimm overtook him - the gothic bug easily swinging himself over the edge and leaning over to grin down at Tiso with a cocky smirk. Tiso only huffed loudly, rolling his eyes as he too scaled the ledge. Before Grimm could even tease Tiso the ant raised a hand, “Yeah yeah I get it. Still makes you a drama queen.” Grimm made a faux-offended gasp, dramatically holding his hand on his chest as the two began to walk again.

“Me? How could you even begin to think of me of that callibar? Offended dear friend, simply offended.”

“As if you don’t jump at every single chance to show off.”

“Can’t let you have all the fun now can I?” The two laughed loudly, Tiso playfully punching Grimm’s arm as a building came into view. Giant, laden with chains and spikes, with a roaring crowd screaming from within the long dead corpse.

The Colosseum of Fools.

Almost immediatly, Tiso’s stance changed - relaxed to alert. His gaze flicked from looking directly at the building to the cavern opposite of it. Without a single word the ant started striding away, making no remark about the building. Not even one of Tamer. Standing in place for a little longer, Grimm wondered if the two ended up having an argument - both rather... hot-headed to say the least. They couldn’t have, he would’ve been subject to Tiso’s ranting otherwise. Of course, it was the other reason the ant barely went near the place. A sigh escaped the gothic bug as he made a step towards Tiso. Around the ant, suddenly, were two more warriors. More brazen fools for the Colosseum’s  maws he supposed.

“Oi, ye comin’ for the Colosseum too?” One of the warriors, clad in red armour and a shield and blade strapped to their back, inquired. Tiso scoffed, folding his arms and glaring at the travelling bug.

“No.” He said, simple, his anger dripping behind his words. The other warrior, coming up from behind their friend, stopped and pointed at Tiso. And hovered for a good few seconds before something seemed to dawn on them.

“’Ey wait a sec!” They loudly proclaimed, a laughter springing up, “Yer ‘hat fighter that got clocked by a Brooding Mawlek! ‘hought I knew that stupid hat!” Tiso’s claws visibly embedded themselves into his carapace, sending a furious glare at the two warriors as they started laughing.

“Yeah yeah, says some foolish warriors who won’t even make it past the first trial!” The ant spat back, though reclining into himself as he tried to stand his ground.

“Actually, made it past both trials for your information puny thing!” The warrior that recognised him shoved Tiso, the ant struggling to regain balance as the two warriors made their way back to their original goal, “Course something like you would get flattened by a nothing enemy. We’ll have fun being the new winners of the last trial!”

“Hope the dirt tasted nice!” The red warrior called back as they entered the Colosseum, the last remaining echoes of laughter bouncing around the walls. Tiso stood, hunched slightly over glaring at the ground with his pride attacked. Grimm strode to his side, giving the now gone warriors a dissaproving stare.

“Hmm, big talk for two warriors that haven’t even reached the same trial. Obviously compensating for something, should they have felt that need to try and belittle anyone who comes their way.” He remarked, eyes narrowing slightly into slits. He only heard a harsh scoff from his friend, as the ant dusted himself off, shaking slightly.

“Let’s just go.” Tiso deadpanned, glancing away from Grimm as the larger bug looked down at him. Worry prodded at the back of Grimm’s mind.

“Did they bother you?”

“I’m fine!”

Well. That was almost expected from Tiso. Never was the one to try and confront his problems.

“Tiso.” The gothic bug started, trying to be gentle without coming across as demeaning, “Don’t lie. Their words bothered you.” The tensing from Tiso only confirmed it to Grimm, much to the latters worry, “My friend, they’re fools who try to boost their own morale by destroying those of others. Who cares about what they think?”

“I do!” Tiso yelled, his voice cracking as his fist collided with the rocks beside him, tiny pebbles and dust crumbling underneath it. His breathing was harsh, biting back tears as his body began to tremble.

“Why?”

The glare Grimm recieved was expected, but it still stung with how much anger and bitterness lay behind the ants eyes, as his voice became hoarse and venomous. “You. You know damn well why I care.” Tiso only stopped as his breathing hiccuped, silent tears beginning to drip down. It only made him more frustrated, which only made more come.

“Tiso.” Grimm started again, this time far more gentler, placing a hand on Tiso’s shoulder, “I do. What I am saying is you... shouldn’t care.” The ant glared up, raising a hand to wipe away the tears furiously, “My friend, take it from one who has many, many years experience. Other’s opinions don’t truly matter. Not the ones that they are sharing.”

“Yeah right.” The ant replied bitterly. A sob escaped him, hand over his mouth. Trying desperetly to hold back his emotions, failing as he started softly crying.

“Tiso. Do complete strangers opinions truly matter?” “Y-yeah...”

“Do they?” Grimm’s hand moved to wrap around Tiso’s shoulders, gently urging the ant into a half hug. Tiso complied eventually, leaning his head against Grimm as he continued to breathily sob. “Or is your mind just telling you that it matters? That others perception of you is the only thing that matters. Or is it that cruel piece of your mind trying to put you down again?” There was a small silence.

“I-I guess...” Tiso sighed shakily. “It’s just... I should’ve...” he swallowed thickly, “I should’ve been able to win that-”

“Tiso.” It wasn’t harsh, but firm. Grimm wasn’t going to let Tiso put himself in his usual self loathing spiral. “Nevermind what could’ve happened. What’s passed has passed. You have since learned from then - moved forward from it. Whether you believe it or not, you have improved Tiso.” The ant let out a dry, bitter chuckle.

“Why do you even bother with me?” It was quiet, a whisper.

“I genuinely enjoy your company.” That seemed to do it, as the gothic bug wrapped his cape to hide Tiso as the ant shook - sobbing loudly, hugging around Grimm tightly. Grimm laid a comforting hand on Tiso’s head, gently rubbing small circles to calm him down. When Tiso eventually stopped, he moved himself from the embrace, wiping his face from the used up tears - sniffling. “How are you feeling?”

“A... little better I guess.” Tiso shrugged, rubbing his temples before glancing around.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m sure.” The ant gave one glance towards the Colosseum, “They’re dead.” He remarked quietly, making Grimm chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Oh absolutely. Perhaps to a Great Hopper?”

“Pfft! Them? Na, Primal Aspid will take them down easily.” Tiso started moving, Grimm following, the two chuckling amongst themselves.

[tetsuskitten]

bruh some heckin aomina?? they have so many cute moments together, especially season 1

Hey there! I really liked this request because I haven’t ever written these two so I thought it was a really cool challenge. It’s not a very long one shot but I do hope you like it because I enjoyed writing it! If you have more requests for them, I’d love to hear it out! And thank you for the message either way!

to always protect (my heart) by tetsuskitten (on ao3)

Yuuga and Mina get ready for a party.

“Mon coeur!~” Yuuga called from the bathroom, excitement and nervousness staring back at him in the mirror. He looked positively dashing. His eyes were painted in a leopard-print pattern, orange and light purple with shimmery gold dust. The colors chosen brought out the indigo blue in his eyes and, not so coincidentally, would match Mina’s outfit for the night.

He had been so distracted looking over himself that when Mina opened the door he startled slightly. His wife, with no finesse at all, jumped on the sink and whistled loudly. 

“You look so pretty! Are you gonna do me too?!” 

Yuuga smiled. “Yeah, I already decided on the colors.” He said, showing her a palette and pointing out the arctic blue and white. “I’ll use eyeliner too, and make a pattern like mine.”

“I love it! We’ll be the sparkliest, most beautiful couple at the party!”

“You don’t think it’s too much?” He asked, eyes unsure as they over-analysed each stroke of the brush, each color blend, each fleck of glitter.

Mina grabbed his face under the chin, careful not to mess up the make-up, and forced him to face her.

“Baby.” She was threatening even when she was saying things that were supposedly sweet. “You are a gorgeous man. I am crazy for you and believe me, the years have only made you glow brighter. Do you not feel beautiful?”

Yuuga nodded. 

“Then, that’s all that matters. It’s for you, right?”  Yuuga smiled bigger and nodded his head again, squeezing Mina’s thighs, placing a kiss on her lips as a thank you for the reassurance.

“Do my hair first, will you?”

Yuuga asked, releasing the long strands of blond hair from their makeshift bun, and Mina grabbed the brush to untie the knots before starting in on the braids. They were back to pre-party high spirits, chatting away about who was going to be at Kiri’s 26th birthday, recalling the latest gossip that was flying around about Denki’s new television show and his spot as the number 3 hero in the Hero Billboard Chart, his possible secret relationship with underground pro-hero MindBreak, Katsuki’s return from America, and any other recent information about their friends’ life.

Mina finished the look with iridescent star beads, cascading down in a swirl of colors. She had styled her own hair beforehand with big wavy curls, painted purple at the end with colored chalk. 

“Do I wear the purple or blue pumps?”

“Blue! So we match!~"

Mina laughed in boisterous good humour. “We must be sickening to watch. I fucking love us.” She remarked, looking them up and down in the wall-wide bedroom mirror. Yuuga cackled.

“Prepare for trouble!~"

“And make it double!” Mina finished, winking at herself in the mirror before they were rushing out the door to make dinner on time.

[frickfracksnatchisback]

gggg I love your headcanons so much they make my sappy little selfshipping heart happy....if you’re alright with it I’d like your take on how the ghosts are with a SO whos got adhd

Heck ye!! I’ve got ADHD as well, so I totally get where you’re coming from! Needless to say, I’m more than happy to deliver ;3

Snatcher and Moonjumper like to gift S/O things they can fidget with! Whether it be stress balls, slime, spinners, cubes, etc., they like giving S/Os these things so they can watch them fidget. With Snatcher it’s more likely to be a fidget cube/spinner/toy of some kind, usually with a purple and golden yellow motif with his signature smile plastered onto it. With Moonjumper, however, he’s more of the type to make a stress ball out of his strings or take the time to make some slime with S/O!

If S/O has any hyper-fixations, obsessions, and/or interests that they love going off about, both Snatcher and Moonjumper are more than willing to listen! Even if they don’t quite understand it, it still makes them smile seeing S/O being so enthusiastic about something they’re passionate about. And who knows? Maybe S/O might even get Snatcher or Moonjumper into certain fandoms! And while S/O and Snatcher/Moonjumper might have different tastes, they still respect each others interests and love them for just how much of a nerd they are.

The ghosties also love going off about their interests as well! Snatcher loves talking about law, obviously, but he’s also a massive book nerd, and he even gets into a few video games every now and then! Meanwhile Moonjumper loves talking about sewing, knitting, sword fighting, classical music, and dancing, while he’s also trying to learn how to bake and getting into a few cartoons/animes! And both ghosts really like astronomy, and Moonjumper even knows a bit about law himself! Basically, both ghosts like learning about S/O’s interests and hobbies, and vise versa! They like to try and teaching S/O about their hobbies/interests and S/O does the same with them as a sort of bonding time!

If S/O is know for stimming, such as tapping their fingers, shaking their legs, bouncing up and down in their seat, tapping their feet, etc., no worries! Snatcher and Moonjumper do the same thing! Snatcher taps his talons rhythmically while he’s reading and even swishes his ghost tail from time to time. And Moonjumper snaps his claws or, if he has legs through some magic, tends to tap his feet. Also, if S/O tends to do more excited stimming as well, like jumping up and down, clapping or flapping their hands, etc., Snatcher and Moonjumper find it especially adorable! (Moonjumper tends to do more excitable stims than Snatcher, but if S/O catches Snatcher stimming/fidgeting it means he feels more comfortable around them!) However, if S/O is known for doing more harmful stims, like biting or scratching, Snatcher and Moonjumper will find them alternatives so they can stim safely!

If S/O doesn’t like the certain textures and/or fabrics, Moonjumper will offer to make them clothing articles out of fabrics they do like! If that last sweater Moon gifted them feels too scratchy to S/O, Moon will personally offer to remake it because he doesn’t want S/O to feel uncomfortable! And that goes for blankets, pillows, and plushies as well, as he’ll try and use more softer and fluffier material to make them especially comfy for S/O! (Or whatever kind of material S/O likes or requests)

Snatcher like to kindly remind S/O of tasks they should get done, especially if said tasks are absolutely necessary and if S/O tends to procrastinate often. He won’t force them to do it if it’s not mandatory, but if it’s something like chores he’ll remind them and possibly even offer to help! But if it’s something selfcare-related (like eating, drinking, grooming, showering/bathing, and/or sleeping) and S/O is putting it off? Snatcher will literally pick them up and force them to do it and he won’t leave them alone until they do. Say what you will, but Snatcher wants to make sure his S/O is happy and healthy, not to mention taking care of themselves!

If S/O becomes more hyper by consuming caffeine, excess sugar, etc., you can bet that Snatcher and Moonjumper make sure they only eat in small amounts. Snatcher’s the same way, as every time he drinks a lot of coffee, he becomes especially hyper. And with Moonjumper, he can’t have too much sugar in his system or he will be literally bouncing off the walls. They won’t stop S/O from eating what they like, of course, only remind them to eat in moderation if said food makes them extra hyper.

Since S/O tends to be more absent-minded and forgetful, when Snatcher assigns contracts to them he goes over everything with them to make sure they understand. And if they forget something, Snatcher is sure to remind them to stay on task as best he can! Moonjumper’s the same way as S/O, as his mind tends to wander and he daydreams often. But if this is ever the case, and S/O becomes distracted by something, Moonjumper makes sure to get their attention as politely as he can, tapping their shoulder lightly or calling their name multiple times to get their attention. Snatcher does this as well, though he tends to playfully tease S/O afterwards or get their attention in annoying ways, but he assures them he’s only messing with them.

If you’re like me, you tend to make a lot of weird noises at random times. If S/O does this, Snatcher and Moonjumper tend to play along with them, making silly noises back until it becomes a sort of game between them. They think it is actually rather cute when S/O does it! And sometimes it gets a little silly, with S/O and Snatcher/Moonjumper giggling at themselves afterwards. (And yes, this can include meme phrases and references, if S/O manages to get Snatcher and Moonjumper into them)

Snatcher lets S/O fidget or toy around with his floof as a form of stimming, letting their hands brush through it, letting them twirl locks of it between their fingers, or just letting S/O pet/scratch his floof in general. It means free affection (AKA: pets and scritches) for him, and something soft and fluffy to stim with for S/O!  Moonjumper also does this, by letting S/O fidget with his strings while he’s busy sewing/knitting, even getting to teach them how to play string games like cat’s cradle!

If S/O tends to have random mood swings, being fine one minute and then not fine the next, Snatcher and Moonjumper deal with this appropriately. I’ve mentioned this before, but if they ever catch their S/O in a not-so-good mood, they will be sure to hold S/O close, wrapping them in a blanket burrito, and give them something like their favorite comfort food (basically, whatever kind of snack is S/O’s favorite) plus something that they like to cuddle or hold, like blanket (possibly weighted), pillow, or plushie. Snatcher and Moonjumper will try and calm S/O down if their mood is due to any anxiety attacks, try to comfort them if S/O has any depressive episodes, or if S/O just finds themselves in a bad mood in general Snatcher/Moonjumper will stay there with them and won’t leave their side unless S/O asks them to.

If S/O becomes needy for touch and affection often, Snatcher and Moonjumper are more than happy to oblige! Snatcher’s pretends to be more reluctant about it, but if he sees S/O doing “grabby-hands” or asking nicely with big puppy-dog eyes? Well, how can he say no to such an adorable face? Moonjumper is the same, pouncing on any chance to litter his S/O with affection! But if it’s soft and simple affection that S/O wants instead, like simply wanting to cuddle or be held, Moonjumper will be just as happy to do so. And as needy as S/O can get for affection, Snatcher and Moonjumper can be the same way! Moonjumper tends to politely ask his S/O for permission, giving them pleading eyes and dragging out the word “Pleeease?”, or simply nudging them gently with his horns when he wants attention (kinda like when a cat bumps their head/nuzzles their face against you when they want attention, if that makes any sense). With Snatcher, he usually become needy for S/O’s affection when they’re busy with something, which means they’re not paying attention to him. He’ll wait until S/O’s finished, of course (only making the occasional needy whimper or sigh), but once they are Snatcher immediately teleports them into his lap, wrapping his tail around them like a snake while he hugs them and lets their head rest against his floof like a pillow (that’s basically how he tells S/O he wants attention without actually asking for it, the heckin tsundere).