#im physically geeked

[ride-thedragon]

A few notes

Rhaemonds won.

Jace and Aegon’s narrative continue.

Baela matching Helaena is insane.

Atp confirm the marriage accusations.

Neither Helaena nor Rhaena are looking at me, and I'm so scared

Husbands and wives matching while Rhaena and Aemond are slightly off. I see you.

Aemond's hair is shorter

Aegon and Jace are having a bob off

[cl0udy3]

this how i feel writing this ellie fic rn (im nerding it, im nerding it out)

[littleredblog]

vaping is fire until i have to shit

[certifiedbundleofsticks]

a quick glance at my hyperfixations......

[unholyasshole]

I think ur secretly like a major science geek (positive) and also a little emo

thats....so fucking true dude

[tinyshyteacup]

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Tw: cussing, knives, inappropriate physical contact (if you squint)

Part 12

Words of Command - Part 13

Sunlight paints long shadows across the common room. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the Manhattan skyline, the buzz of the city barely reaching the tower’s polished quiet.

You're curled in a chair, legs tucked under you, reading something on a StarkPad. Bucky’s nearby—as always—standing against the wall like a sentinel, arms crossed over his chest, eyes scanning the room with quiet calculation.

His long hair falls in his face until he brushes it back absently, metal fingers catching in a few strands.

He doesn’t talk much. But he watches you constantly. Not with suspicion, but with a kind of reverent curiosity.

Then, the quiet shatters.

Tony enters with a flourish, coffee in one hand, sunglasses still on indoors like he’s making a point.

“There she is,” he announces, motioning to you with a dramatic sweep. “Thumbelina, belle of the ball!”

You blink up at him, confused. “Im sorry ... the what now?”

He saunters closer, holding out his tablet like a game show host presenting a prize. “Charity gala. Tonight. Right here in the Tower. Black tie, expensive champagne, morally ambiguous billionaires and their equally suspicious foundations. Great press opportunity.”

You set your pad down slowly. “You want… me to go?”

“Please.” Tony smirks. “You’re more than a receptionist now, sweetheart. You’re RoboCop's handler-slash-life coach-slash-whatever-it-is you do that makes him not kill people on sight.”

Your face warms. “I’ve never been to anything like that…”

“Well, it’s time. Media’s gonna want to know the miracle behind Stark Tower’s latest murder puppet.” He gestures toward Bucky, who stiffens at the sound of his name but doesn’t move.

You shrink a little at the word “murder,” casting a glance toward Bucky. He hasn’t moved. His eyes remain locked. But you see the shift in his shoulders. The twitch of his jaw. As if that word bruises him.

“I’ve never…” you start, voice small. “I don’t really go to events like that.”

Tony waves it off. “You’ll be fine. Wear something sparkly. Nod politely. Drink the champagne. Smile at the cameras. And to make sure you don’t face-plant into the chocolate fountain—”

The elevator dings.

“—And since the Manchurian Candidate here can’t exactly walk a red carpet without someone yelling ‘assassin' ...we’ve arranged you a plus one.”

Agent Collins steps out in a dark suit, sans tie, mousey hair slightly tousled as if he hasn’t quite gotten the hang of being 'fancy'.

His smile is sheepish and nervous, and when his eyes land on you, it softens further, you recognize him from the bookshop.

“Hi,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “I heard you might be going tonight. If you want someone to go with you… I’d be happy to help you through it.”

He’s trying to be casual. He fails.

You feel for the guy, he looks like he might faint. “That’s… kind. I mean, thank you. I—”

You never get to finish.

The air in the room changes.

Bucky turns like gravity shifted. Slow. Deliberate.

His eyes pin Collins in place—not rage, not overt aggression, but a quiet, intense scrutiny. His body language alters subtly—he steps closer to you, standing just slightly in front of your seat, a wall of steel and muscle.

His metal hand flexes at his side.

He says nothing at first.

Then, in that calm, low voice that chills and comforts all at once

“He doesn’t go with you.”

Tony doesn’t miss a beat. “Okay, let’s dial it back. This isn’t the ‘glare him into submission’ hour.”

Bucky doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. “No.”

You reach up gently, your fingers brushing the hem of his sleeve. “Soldat…” you whisper.

He immediately lowers his gaze to you. “Doll,” he says softly, almost pleading. “I don’t… I don’t trust him. You don’t know what he’ll do. I should go.”

Tony sighs loudly, stepping between you and Bucky with a practiced “I’m so tired of this” look.

“No can do, Metallica. You’re the literal definition of ‘liability’ right now. You so much as breathe wrong and three headlines read ‘HYDRA Redux.’ Collins here is boring enough to be safe.”

Collins stiffens slightly, half-offended. “Thanks… I think?”

Tony spins back to you. “Look, Thumbelina, the world’s watching. You’re in the room for a reason now. And trust me—press love an underdog. Especially one who managed to tame the Tin Man with tea and bedtime stories.”

You glance over at Bucky. His eyes are on you now—dark and fixed, unreadable—but there’s a slight tilt to his head, like he’s trying to process what just happened.

Agent Collins blinks. “Hey, I was just doing what I was told—”

“She doesn’t need you.”

“Okay—easy there, big guy,” Tony says quickly, stepping between them with a hand out. “You can put the Terminator routine on ice. You're not going.”

Bucky’s eyes snap to Tony with glacial sharpness. The line of his jaw is granite now, his chest rising and falling like he’s restraining something feral.

“She’s not going with him,” he growls, the words clipped.

Tony scoffs. “And you’re not going at all, Terminator. You’re a walking PR nightmare. I’m pretty sure the invite didn’t say, ‘and bring your emotionally repressed Soviet war machine.’”

You step forward quickly, placing a hand on Bucky’s arm. You feel the muscle twitch under your palm—coiled like a spring.

“Soldat,” you whisper, soft but clear.

His breath catches.

His head turns slightly toward you. His expression changes—not softened, but sharpened with focus. That voice—that name—grounds him.

You keep your tone gentle. “it's ok ... Stand down... please”

It takes him a heartbeat.

Then he exhales through his nose and drops his shoulders a fraction. Still stiff. Still fuming. But he listens.

Because it’s you.

Tony rolls his eyes. “Christ. This guy’s like a rescue pit bull. Looks adorable curled up next to you, but God forbid someone tries to touch his leash.”

"Jesus Tony, can you go 5 minutes without a insult please" you say but there’s no real bite in your voice.

Agent Collins backs off a step, hands raised. “Hey, it’s fine. Really. I didn’t mean anything.”

Bucky’s metal fingers twitch again, but he keeps still, eyes locked on you like you're the only thing that matters.

And in his mind? You are.

You gently shift closer, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “It’s just one night,” you say quietly. “And you’ll be here when I get back.”

That flicker—fear maybe—crosses his face again. Subtle, buried. But you see it. He doesn’t know what he is without you in the room.

He leans down slightly, voice rough and low near your ear. “Doll, he'll keep you safe ?.”

"Yes, so will Steve, Tony and Nat, I promise only a few hours and I wont be alone" You place a hand against his chest. “Help me pick a dress. Please?”

It confuses him. But it also… distracts him. In a good way. He nods once, slow.

The bedroom Stark put you and Nat in is spacious but cold in its luxury���clean lines, chrome details.

You stand before a full-length mirror, barefoot in a silk robe, hair half-done and a knot of anxiety building in your stomach.

On the bed, four dresses are laid out like options in some bizarre game. All elegant. All a little intimidating.

Nat lounges at the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, sipping a cocktail like she isn’t the deadliest woman in the room.

“You're overthinking it,” she says with a smirk, eyes watching your reflection. “You’ll look good in all of them.”

You chew your lip, tugging your robe tighter. “I don’t know how to be at something like this. What do I even talk about? What if I trip? What if I—”

Nat sets her glass down and rises in one graceful motion. “You walk, you smile, and you keep your answers vague and charming. If you don’t know something, just say it’s classified.”

You blink at her. “Classified ... does that actually work?”

She shrugs, amused. “People love mystery. You already have half of Stark Tower wondering what your deal is these days.”

Your voice softens. “And what about Bucky?”

Nat sighs, her tone changing. “He’s not going, you know that. Too many people, too much noise. But Steve and I will be there. If anyone gives you trouble—and if you wanna check on him just come back up”

“They won’t even see you coming,” Steve’s voice echoes from the hallway, followed by a low whistle. He steps into the doorway with a reassuring smile.

You turn as a low sound draws your attention to the far corner of the room.

Bucky.

He’s been standing silently for the last fifteen minutes. His arms folded, shoulder leaning into the wall. He’s tense—not in a dangerous way, but like someone wound too tight, every inch of him ready to react.

He watches as you hold up a sleek black gown against your body. Natasha raises a brow.

“You like this one, Soldat?”

His eyes narrow. “Too easy to move in.”

You frown. “I thought that was the point.”

He steps forward slowly, his boots heavy on the floor. “Don't want 'em looking at your throat in that"

You laugh under your breath. “It’s just a dress”

He doesn't smile.

You hold up a deep red gown next. Bucky stiffens slightly.

“That one’s…” he tilts his head, metal fingers flexing, eyes fixed on your reflection. “You look like they’d spill blood just to walk next to you in that.”

Natasha grins. “That’s a yes from the Soldier.”

You eyes widen as you look away. “I don’t want to look like—like that.”

He steps closer, dropping his voice, eyes locked on yours. “You look like you.”

You tilt your head. “That a problem?”

He doesn’t answer. Just watches. The weight of his stare is tangible.

There’s a knock at the door. Steve answers, but Bucky’s already moved again—this time positioning himself just slightly in front of you.

Agent Collins stands awkwardly in the hallway, wearing a tailored suit and holding a single white flower in his hand. His smile falters the moment he sees Bucky.

“Evening,” he says, offering the flower to you. “Figured, uh, a boutonnière was too much.”

You take the flower gently. “Thanks, that’s sweet.”

Bucky doesn’t move, but his jaw tightens. “You bring a knife?”

Collins blinks. “Excuse me?”

“You’re taking her into a crowd. You better have something besides your weak smile.”

“Soldat,” you warn gently.

His head lowers, eyes meeting yours. “You sure about him, Doll?”

Collins clears his throat. “I’m literally government-trained. I think I can handle—”

Bucky moves so fast no one knows what he's planned until the click echoes through the air—Steve’s combat blade is suddenly off Steve's belt and balanced in Bucky’s metal hand, tip down.

"Jesus ... c'mon pal" Steve mutters, a look of shock on his face.

“Soldat, stop ... please?” you ask softly, stepping closer to him.

He hands the knife back to Steve with a quick flick and mutters, “I was gonna hurt him.”

Nat smirks. “He’s like a cat leaving dead mice on your porch. It’s his way of caring.”

You reach up and gently press your hand to Bucky’s chest again. “It'll be two hours ... three tops?”

His hand—flesh this time—comes up and briefly hovers near your arm. Not touching, but close. “Don’t like not being with you.”

Your breath catches. “I’ll be back up in a few hours, Promise.”

He nods, once.

Bucky stands at the window, arms folded, his silhouette sharp against the glass. Outside, Manhattan glows in gold and steel, a city that doesn’t feel like his.

Behind him, your scent still lingers faintly in the air—soft and clean, like soap and warmth.

Steve stands a few feet away, watching Bucky with the quiet worry of someone who knows exactly how close to the edge he is.

“You don’t have to pace,” Steve says gently, holding out a small device. “Here. It’s a comm.”

Bucky doesn’t turn around. “What is it?”

“You’ll be able to hear her. Talk to her too, if she calls you.” Steve’s voice is calm, measured. “Just keep it in your ear. No one else will hear. I figured… it might help.”

There’s a beat. Then Bucky turns, slow and cautious, like the offer itself might be a trap.

“You’ll stay with her?”

Steve nods. “Yeah. She’s downstairs with Collins.”

That name twists something sharp in Bucky’s chest, but he doesn’t say it aloud. He takes the earpiece in his gloved hand, inspecting it like a weapon.

“You left this for me?” he asks, voice low.

Steve lifts a box and sets it on the table—a plain, scuffed cardboard container. Inside, photos. Dog tags. Cracked gloves.

Bucky doesn’t open it. Just stares.

“I thought you might want it, when you’re ready,” Steve murmurs.

The room sparkles with chandeliers and white marble floors, filled with the sound of glasses clinking and superficial laughter. You feel like you’re wearing someone else’s skin in your gown—elegant, beautiful, but too seen.

Your heels click softly against the floor as you cross to the balcony, a little overwhelmed by the crowds and the attention. Tony’s somewhere inside charming a senator.

Natasha is holding court near the bar, and Agent Collins is distracted in conversation with a UN rep.

Then Steve appears beside you, quietly, offering a warm smile.

“Hey. You doing okay?”

You nod, then glance out over the city. “Don’t like crowds"

He reaches into his pocket and hands you a earpiece.

“This is from Bucky. Or rather—for Bucky. I gave him one too. Just press this small button to talk. It’s a secure line. Just you and him.”

Your eyes widen. "Thank you Steve”

You slip the earpiece in, tucking it carefully behind your ear.

“Press it when you’re ready,” Steve says softly, giving your hand a squeeze. “and I’ll be close, if you need anything.”

You step farther onto the balcony, where it’s quieter, and press the small button with trembling fingers.

Your voice is soft, barely a whisper. “Soldat? Can you hear me?”

There’s a pause.

Then, low and rough in your ear

“Doll.”

You smile in relief, the sound of his voice grounding you. “I wanted to check on you. Steve said I could.”

His breath stutters. You can hear it. Like the soft shift of metal against fabric. “You’re too far.”

“I’m still in the building,” you reassure him. “Just downstairs. On the balcony.”

Another pause. “It’s loud.”

“I know. But you’re safe. I’m safe too.”

You can hear the tension unraveling slightly in his shoulders, the metal creaking faintly as he eases back into a chair—or maybe the floor. Wherever he feels most stable.

“Are you sitting down now?”

“Yeah. Got your voice in my ear.” His voice lowers, almost reverent. “Don’t need more than that.”

The night drags on, glittering and exhausting. You sip from a champagne flute more to keep your hands occupied than anything else.

Agent Collins has been at your side most of the night—at first polite, now looser, sloppier.

His shoulders crowd you against a marble pillar as the party noise swells.

His laugh is a little too loud now, his hand brushing your waist like he thinks he's charming.

You stiffen automatically, heart kicking up into your throat.

His fingers graze your waist again as he leans in close. “You’re real pretty, Stark’s lucky to have you around…”

You flick your eyes around the room without moving your head.

Nat is at the far end, deep in conversation but watching like a hawk.

Steve, standing near the bar, catches your uncertain glance immediately, posture sharpening.

Sam and Bruce, talking by the grand staircase, straighten subtly, clocking your body language.

But before they can act—you remember the comm tucked into your ear.

You press it lightly, pretending to adjust your hair.

Your voice is feather-soft, almost hoping he can hear it.

“Soldat?”

The answer comes immediately, rough in your ear like gravel softened by velvet.

“Doll.”

Your knees almost buckle in relief.

“Everything’s good upstairs?” you murmur, trying to keep the conversation casual so Collins doesn’t notice.

“Window’s open. No threats.” You can hear the faint mechanical whirr of his metal fingers flexing. “You cold, Doll?”

You smile faintly despite the situation, the smallest tilt of your lips. “A little.”

He’s silent for a moment. You can almost picture him scowling out the window, body taut as a wire.

“Come back up soon. Don’t like you down there.”

His voice is protective but neutral. He doesn’t understand yet that Collins isn’t just background noise.

You shift slightly as Collins’ hand brushes your lower back again, too familiar.

“Soldat…” you whisper under your breath. “Can you just keep talking?”

“Should be with you, Doll,” he rumbles instantly.

You hum softly, pretending you’re still focused on the party as your friends start to converge on you discreetly.

“I wish you were down here with me,” you say, voice so small he almost misses it.

He doesn’t understand the context, not fully. But the possessiveness in his voice is pure instinct—bone-deep and absolute.

You barely shift, instinctively trying to shrink into yourself as Collins' hand drifts too far down your back, his voice low and slurred near your ear. The weight of it makes your skin crawl.

Then—

A shadow crosses the marble floor, boots thudding lightly.

Steve Rogers steps into the space with the ease of a man used to commanding a battlefield.

His hand claps firmly onto Collins' shoulder—friendly enough for appearances, firm enough to jar the agent back a step.

“Son,” Steve says with a smile so mild it’s almost chilling. “Think they need you back at SHEILD.”

Collins stammers something unintelligible, already paling under Steve’s calm, blank-eyed authority. He stumbles off, muttering apologies, disappearing quickly into the crowd.

Before you can catch your breath, Natasha is already there—silent and predatory, like a cat weaving around your side. "You okay?"

You nod once, shaky, feeling your chest finally start to loosen again.

From the far side of the room, Sam breaks away from his conversation with Bruce, eyeing you critically over the crowd.

He approaches with an easy, exaggerated swagger, a crooked grin playing across his lips.

“Well now,” he says loudly enough to draw curious glances but quiet enough to stay lighthearted. “Looks like somebody just survived the Hunger Games over here.”

You blink at him and a breathless laugh bubbles out of you.

Sam doesn’t miss a beat. He offers his hand like a courtly knight from some old movie.

“Come on, Short Stack. You owe me a dance after all that damsel-in-distress action.”

You stare at him, not sure if he’s joking or serious.

Natasha rolls her eyes affectionately and nudges you forward with a smirk.

Steve, standing sentry-like behind Sam, gives you a tiny nod.

The music is slow, dreamy, the kind that swells around the chandeliers and polishes everything with a golden glow.

Sam, despite his usual cocky bluster, is surprisingly gentle as he leads you into a simple sway, he's always been brotherly with you, not to the same extent as Tony but close.

“See? Not so bad,” he says, spinning you lightly so the skirt of your gown flares out. “I mean, you’re no Beyoncé, but you’ll do.”

You giggle, feeling calmer already.

In your ear, the comm crackles to life again.

“Doll?” Bucky’s voice, low and questioning.

You lean your head subtly against Sam’s shoulder so no one sees you tapping the comm switch near your ear.

“I’m okay, Soldat,” you whisper. “Sam’s just… making me dance.”

There’s a beat of pure silence on Bucky’s end. You can feel the blank confusion.

“Making you…Is he hurting you, Doll?”

You nearly trip over Sam’s feet trying to smother a laugh.

Sam feels you stumble and grins.

“No, Soldat,” you murmur. “It’s… fun.”

Another heavy pause, like Bucky is trying to compute fun like it’s a foreign word.

Sam notices you biting your lip, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Is that your bionic-boy-toy on the line?” he teases, twirling you again.

“Tell him, you got moves.”

You roll your eyes at Sam, but can feel your cheeks burning even hotter.

“Soldat,” you whisper sweetly into the comm, “Sam says I've got moves."

On the other end, you hear the low, almost imperceptible grind of Bucky’s metal hand tightening into a fist.

“He talks to much,” Bucky growls, clipped and possessive.

Sam, oblivious to the full conversation, keeps up his chatter.

“You know, I know he's seen some shit, but that dude’s basically a cybernetic gorilla.” he says conversationally.

You almost miss a step again, laughing at Sam’s attempt at humor.

Bucky’s voice is still in your ear, low and territorial.

“Say the word Doll, I'll come get you"

"It's ok, Soldat, Im coming home” you whisper—your words settle something volatile inside him.

Sam dips you theatrically just as the song ends, making you squeal.

[kxsagi]

something kinda funny happened to me recently and i immediately thought about rin and your fics, so i'll send it as a req!! i hope you dont find it uncomfortable.

to sum up: ppl usually perceive me as a "nerdy and smart girl" (as in, "top of the class" kind of smart) bc of my looks but in reality i couldnt care less about paying attention to something if its not abt a topic im interested in lol. WHICH RESULTED IN ME RANKING 20 OUT OF 23 STUDENTS in everything but english. it doesn't bother me at all bc. well. i was expecting it. but my classmates are always shocked somehow.

anyways, i immediately thought about my dear rinnie, bc i think thats the kind of situation that poor boy would experience, since everyone in bllk sees him as an academically smart guy bc hes fluent in english, failingto realizethat my boy does NAWT cate about anything other than eng and soccer. . so! my req is basically just a fic where both rin and reader end up in the bottom of the rankings in everything but english (they were the only ones to ace it) and the others are like "?!?!?!" bc i think it would be rlly funny!! feel free to do it in any way you like! tyy! BTW SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS I HOPE IT DOESNT SOUND CONFUSING

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫”

a/n: OMG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS REQUEST BC i have a male coworker in his 20’s who looks like a geeked out nerd, like kind of skinny, glasses, black hair, asian. and my mom told me to talk to him to potentially gain connections bc i’m academic and i was still in high school at the time so i asked him about college and he said “oh yeah, i dropped out like… 3 times. i just didn’t have the drive because i attended raves instead of lectures” don’t let looks fool you 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

for context, all the blue lock characters attend the same high school lol

title is a beabadobee reference bc i love her idc

(art credits go to immmso_ko on twitter)

in a cruel twist of fate, or maybe divine comedy, you and rin itoshi have somehow landed in the bottom tier of your class rankings. 

not just “average.” not “middle of the pack.” no. we're talking rank 21 and 22 out of 23. (it would’ve been 22 and 23, but shoutout to that one guy who never came to class and failed on principle. king.) 

the only subject you both aced? english. 

english was your salvation. your shared pride. your mutual delusion. you’d both walked out of that test with the smug confidence of people who knew the word “juxtaposition” and weren’t afraid to use it. and it paid off with perfect scores. 

but everything else? absolute academic carnage. 

math: rin got bored halfway through and started drawing soccer formations in the margins. 

science: you answered every question based on vague memories of a documentary you half-watched two years ago. 

history: you just… didn’t. rin got distracted by a headline about international players and spiral notebooked into a wikipedia hole mid-exam. 

and when the results were posted, the classroom erupted. 

“WAIT. RIN?! RIN ITOSHI?!” 

someone physically grabbed him by the sleeve. “bro. you’re like. fluent in english. i thought you were smart?!” 

rin stared at them, face completely blank. “i am.” 

“YOU’RE 22ND!!” 

“in english?” 

“NO. OVERALL.” 

“… okay. but in english?” 

he had a point. it was the only thing that mattered. 

you slinked over beside him, matching his blank expression. “hey. i’m 21st.” 

he looked at you. “you’re better at literature than me.” 

“damn right.” 

behind you, chaos brewed. karasu paced like a man discovering the earth was flat. bachira was cry-laughing, gripping isagi like he’d seen a ghost. otoya just kept whispering “no way. no way. no way.” like he was having an existential breakdown over his fantasy of rin being the dark, brooding honor student. 

“this is a scam,” reo muttered from the side. “i thought rin was our secret weapon for test prep. i was gonna ask him to tutor me in math.” 

rin tilted his head. “why would i do that?” 

“you got a 12%.” 

“i don’t need math to score goals.” 

“… you didn’t even attempt question two.” 

“it was too many words.” 

you nodded solemnly beside him. “same. too many triangles. immediate shut down.” 

someone behind you whispered, “this is actually worse than when nagi slept through the finals.” 

but you and rin? unfazed. you were both already planning how to celebrate your dual top scores in english. (you were thinking milk tea. he was thinking silence. compromise: milk tea in silence.) 

you sipped your drink later that afternoon with the confidence of two people who fully accepted their intellectual limitations, so long as they didn’t apply to soccer or essays on animal farm. 

“this doesn’t bother you?” you asked, curious. 

“not really,” he replied. “they’re just shocked because i don’t talk much. so they assume i’m smart.” 

“right?! same! they see glasses and a quiet demeanor and suddenly expect perfect grades.” 

he nodded slowly. “people are stupid.” 

you toasted your drink to that. “cheers to mediocrity, king.” 

and rin, for the first time that day, cracked the smallest smirk. “except in english.” 

“except in english,” you agreed, dead serious. 

the only subject that mattered. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[knight-of-flowerss]

Nerd!Cregan brothers best friend type situation like Jace’s twin sister and obviously even in the au she’s the princess-esque type, rich family, cregan and jace she thinks are losers but like her and cregan actually make such a sweet couple like ugh him rambling about a game and she’s like babe i really dont give a fuck or understand but i love you so im listening (but really she’s just drooling over his bicep as he waves it around explaining some anime shit)

NERDS HAVE THE BIGGEST DICKS OKAY???

HEHEHEH YESSSS I LOVE NERDS OH MY GOD 😭🙏

Sorry but she's deffo his childhood bully💀 "dad, how did you meet mom?" "Oh, she would cut my hair and chase me and your uncle around with a knife when we were little.. hm.. good days.." and kids are like wtf- 😀🧍‍♀️

This is lowkey a brain dump of Nerd/Geek!Cregan, would love to write a more story like one but I just HAD to do a brain dump lmao

Also I have three different geeky things mentioned in here, 1 is Demon Slayer, 2 is Star Wars and 3 is a poem and if y'all can tell me what poem, I'll give you a lollipop or something or like a fic idk girl

MDNI 18+!!!

MASTERLIST

"So- Tanjiro and Nezuko are siblings, yeah? Their whole family gets killed by a demon and Nezuko gets turned into one! And there's these people- they're called demon slayers - they kill these demons and like protect everyone and-" At this point, you had zoned out. He was just sat there rambling on about Demon killer or Slayer demon or whatever the fuck it is.

Your loud smacks are heard through his yapping, the chewing gum becoming a weird, warm, melted texture in your mouth since it'd been there for so long.

Cregan was hot. So fucking hot. But goddamn, sometimes you had to tune him out.

Like, even during sex you have to shut him up.

You're actually surprised he isn't more quiet during sex. He's fucking his best friends little sister and all he can do is whine and moan. I mean, I think he got it from you though.

The first time you fucked him, it was his finals week. Non-stop revision for the overwhelmed nerd. Physics or chemistry or whatever confusing science shit he did - it had a specific name - fell on deaf ears.

You had asked him about it, to put his mind off of cumming too fast. Virgin. So he rambled on and on about endless science-y things, even getting so engrossed to the point that he had kind of forgotten that he had one of the hottest chicks in school bouncing on his cock like her life depended on it.

But his whines and moans were the best, literally music to your fucking ears. This was never supposed to happen. Never. He was this whiney little bitch boy that she's known since all three of them were in nappies.

You were there when he wet himself at Jenny D'Minco's sixth birthday party and everyone laughed at him, you included. You were there when he cried over the fact that you crumpled his favourite Pokémon card when he was eight. You were there when he busted his nose trying to impress a girl at the roller rink when she was sixteen and he was barely twelve.

You were even there the first time he came in his pants. 15 years old, surrounded by hot, older girls in bikinis at a pool party and one rubbed up on him? Yeah, he was a gonner before he even registered it.

Watching him grow up, seeing all the awkward shit that made him a 'nerd' and a 'geek', etc, should've given you the ick, it really should've. Especially since he was three years younger that you, but you're a nasty bitch deep down inside.

You lied to yourself. Telling yourself you didn't like him. That he was weird and an incel. But god, you'd be lying if you said that watching him jerk off in the bathroom sink when he thinks he's all alone in the house didn't turn you on to the fucking max.

But he had joined University. Left everyone behind. And so did your younger brother. He left a scrawny, whiney bitch that you wanted to jump the bones of but held yourself back, and came back a fucking man that could probably do curls with your full weight and not even break a sweat.

Safe to say, your panties didn't survive that one.

He had grown more confident over those few years too, truly finding himself at Uni. As if he wasn't himself already. But he just felt more comfortable in his own skin.

And back to where we began. Anime. Fucking anime. This man rambles about anime when he should be choking you out with his bicep as he fucks you from behind. But noooo, you're fuck buddies with the bloody BFG who refuses to hurt you.

After what seems like hours to you - it was really just three hours, I mean, how inconsiderate y'all, it ain't even that long 🙄 - he finally paid attention to you.

"And Anakin gets sent to protect Padmè in Naboo, which is obviously where they finally admit they love each other, until Padmè like- rejects him! To keep each other safe, but still!-" Your spit drools down his arm as his fingers delve into your warmth. It doesn't even seem to phase him, the fact that he's finger fucking you blind.

He has some YouTube video on in the background, showing the timeline of Anakin and Padmè and their love story, a Jedi and a former Queen turned Senator- God! You're actually learning some of this bullshit!

A high pitched moan escapes you before you can help it as his fingers find that one spot that makes your legs turn into jelly and your eyes roll back into your head.

And this fucker doesn't bat an eye.

"I think the way they had Padmè's funeral is so interesting- I mean, they literally posed her to still look pregnant, no one knew Luke and Leia were even born! They literally protected them from Anakin- Vader, since birth!" He gushes, grinning at the fact. He didn't find the fact that she was dead enjoyable or anything, he just appreciated the time and effort put into the fifth and sixth episode, the extra details making it so much better.

Cregan's gaze finally flicks down to you and his smile goes from wide and endearing to soft and affectionate. "Gods.. you look so beautiful right now sweet'eart.." Yep. That did it. Him looking into your eyes as he calls you "sweetheart" in that thick accent of his? Oh, you were a gonner before you even realised it.

With a loud whine, your thighs clamp around his arm, trembling slightly as you utter a soft "fuck.." under your breath. And then the part you love the most, his fucking whimpering.

No matter what you do together, no matter how loud or quiet you are, Cregan always has a reaction when you cum. Always. Whimpering and whining as his lip catches between his front teeth and his eyebrows furrow.

Also, don't get me STARTED on when you haven't seen him in a while and you're finally alone. Literally bones = jumped.

He weeps softly, tearing streaming down his face as his hips buck up, whimpers slipping from his lips involuntarily as you suck him off. Well, he always cried when you do. Probably one of the hottest things he does.

You're evil too, you don't even let him cum. Just leaving him high and dry until he finally musters up the courage to treat you how you oh so desire.

I mean, dominant Cregan groaning and moaning in your ear as he pounds into your cunt is fucking amazing and all but, riding him is just so much better.

His thick girth filled you up perfectly, each ridge catching on your gummy walls. "A-and.. the Duke kills the Duchess- well.. fuck- ah!.. He gets jealous and- shit!"

He gets so loud that you have to clamp your hand over his mouth, gripping his cheeks firmly as you ground your hips, teasing him just enough.

You love your geeky fuck buddy- I mean like! You like him.. but he's hotter when he can't shut up, drunk on your pussy.

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood @velaryyon

[cherrribun]

may i request the first years with a merperson!reader? doesn't have to be yuu. i just want to see fishy interactions.

TWST First years x Merperson!Reader

literally at work while writing this prompt out lol. i love fish so much, i actually use to run a twt acct dedicated to daily fish facts!! this was a silly write, enjoy!

Characters: first years (again no ortho😭)

TWS: none!

a/n: im sorry if i mischaracterized you, reader. tried shaking it ip a little qq

Ace Trappola

-ace, seven bless his heart, is so stupid

-he literally has zero inkling of a clue that you are any kind of merfolk at all

-he thinks youre simply strange, and to be fair, most merfolk are on land

-the way you suspiciously eye sushi or honestly any kind of regular lander food makes him question whether or not hes being poisoned

-he once saw you slipping out of the dorms to take a well needed break in some water, and watched you down a potion and slip right on into what you really look like

-yeah he gasped super loud and blew his cover immediately

-a nice little stare off ensued, in absolute silence

-after a second of silence he very loudly goes “oh my cod-GOD, i thought you were just like weird.”

-now this can go one of two ways

-if you laugh and let him have the biggest sigh of relief that you arent mad, he basically runs up to you. Hands on his knees looking at you like a dad inspecting car damage

-he's immediately inquiring about what its like, can he touch you, how are you breathing, do you like the tweels (theres a correct answer)

-he's absolutely geeked if you let him touch your tail, but freaks out and pulls away when he feels your slime coat

-and people say chivalry is dead

-if you continue to stare at him, he starts begging for forgiveness

-lol he's literally on his knees pleading for you to spare him. pleading for your “merm–MERCY!”

-give the guy a break, hes new to this

Deuce Spade

-deuce is physically immune to having a bad opinion

-because of how based he is, he loves your merperson-ness (??)

-you probably didn't try hiding it, i mean, this is. nrc. how would that do you any good

-and if you casually bring it up in conversation, deuce is definitely curious

-but because hes so strict on being a gentleman, he doesn't pry. its rude to do so!

-lord ace could take a page outta this kids book

-but he doesn't act like he doesn't know youre a merperson

-deuce is very considerate about it

-he refrains from eating fish infront of you, doesn't comment on when you’re grumbling about dumb lander rules

- you definitely pick up on this

-and you open up on your own terms, letting him gather information here and there about what kind of aquatic being you are, what your home grove is like, how dehydrated you are at all times

-he keeps a little notebook about all the people around him, and trust, youve got a bajillion pages dedicated to you alone

-he gets the hots for you the first time he sees you interact with other merfolk

-you seemed so natural with them, and far more relaxed. a huge smile on at all time while you made the cutest trilling noises, like you were deep under the blue

-yeah, hes making you the best possible bouquet of roses personally painted red and the coral you told him about from your home grove. what a sweetie

Jack Howl

-you bet your top dollar that when jack gets a crush on you, hes suddenly very interested in swimming

-he would ask you to join him for early morning swim sessions, encouraging you to join him for “one on one training”

-yeah yeah, he just wants to be with you

-hes got a mean face, but a heart of gold, everyone knows this

-after the dogman sees your absolutely intense swimming capacity, he begs you to join other sports

-if you accept, you have your own personal body guard 24/7

-if you dont, well damn, guess hes stickin to the water

-when you're on land, meandering about the savannaclaw dorms, let it be known jacks the first to ask you (dumbly) if its safe for you to be in the sun

-himbo jack who cheered

-after a laugh and reassurance you’re definitely okay, he lowkey still doesn't believe you

-congrats, he now constantly gives you water bottles and whatever food you like

-kelp? seaweed? sea grapes? dulse? hes got you covered

-if you're not very fond of landers, jacks got two big listening ears for your disposal

-though he may find complaints of ‘strange’ traditions a bit….conflicting

-what do you mean you dont understand the loosey goosey lander courting traditions? you're making your wolf bf sad, dont do that

Epel Felmeir

-lol epel is actually terrified

-the guy didnt even know you, and just so happened to make the mistake of walking too close to the shore of the island when he saw the biggest fishy eyes sticking out of the top of the water

-hes running for his life after that

-should he encounter you after the fact while on land, you snicker, asking him about strange beings in the ocean

-yeah he picked up on what you were putting down, he steered clear of you for a good while

-sucks that youre in his flight class, and alchemy class

-you keep teasing him about it until hes close to throwing fists about it (comment on his height and youre a goner)

-ensue vil threatening to kick him from the dorm so on and so forth till he begrudgingly agrees to ignore you

-but word gets around that he got in some shit for it, now you feel bad you jerk (ur not a jerk, reader, im just ur god rn)

-so you apologized to him in traditional merfolk fashion, with the best food you can make and plenty of pearls and shells in a nice little basket

-hes inclined to give you a chance when he sees the pearls, hes a big fan of them despite his insecurities

-it takes a long time for him to become your friend, let alone more, but with enough jewelry and even helping him with class (cheating), he starts to like you!

Sebek Zigvolt

-oh hes delighted to be with someone he views on the exact same level as him

-sebek being half human and half fae feels to be in a bit of an awkward spot between his fantastical heritage and his more mundae blood

-you’re just like him!!

-albeit a bit more aquatic

-outside of your aquatic self, sebek doesn't like water much. lilia enjoys taunting him for this fact, teasing the poor boy to hell and back while he stares at you with googoo eyes from the shore

-however, sebek adores watching you swim about, when not servicing maellus, he actively asks you to swim for him

-you're just so mesmerizing!

-he on a very rare occasion would join you, but not any sort of often. when he does though, he likes to test his endurance for swimming

-give him a run for his money, he’ll never admit it, but he loves the challenge, especially from someone deemed worthy

-when on land, you can find yourself being gifted stones

-pretty uncanny, huh?

-sebeks got a high loving for any non humans, and if you’re in the octavinelle dormitory, youve got a brand new regular in the lounge

-dont you dare tell anyone the mushy way he hands you each stone, looking aside, arm fully infront of him while he drops it into your palm with a little “this reminds me of you” (little is relative, this boy SHOUTS)

-stones turn to shells though,and if you gift him the large stones and shells you find under the water? hes got a curio cabinet full of each one on careful display

[cuntnikida]

Okay but Ueda Akinari is SO old. Like they're last visitor came one thousand five hundred years ago. Most bsd characters (excluding Atsushi who's 18, Sigma who's 3 even though physically he's a young adult and Fyodor and Bram who're both like a thousand years old, which btw alot of this math will probably apply to fyodor if he's the visitor from 1500 years ago which im 90% was canon confirmed but idk 100%) are in their early 20s unless they are visibly younger or older. Ueda obviously stopped aging when they were placed into the dimension of the divide being's core, if they didn't they'd be dead by now.

The minimum amount of time they've spent in the weapon's core is 1500 years. Since we don't know the upper limit of time they could've been in there, i'm gonna assume that they got a visitor in the same year they got trapped. Wether it was a few days or a few months is irrelevant.

So Ueda is like most likely physically 20-24 years old and technically 1520-1524 years old. Ranpo and Kouyou who are both 26 are considered pretty old (like how kouyou is portrayed as extremely mature and elegant and it's mentioned multiple times that Ranpo acts wayyy to immature for his age when he's only 26) by the other characters which means characters 25 and above are considered noticeably old which is why it's kind of unlikely for Ueda to be 1525 or more years old but if we're being lenient he could maybe be 1525 years old. If we're being lenient with the younger side of the spectrum maybe he could be 1518 years old.

So Ueda's probably 1520-1524 years old but possibly 1518-1525 years old.

And bungou stray dogs is obviously set in the modern world where the UN has been formed, cell phones and security cameras exist and most people in japan wear western clothes instead of traditional japanese ones on a day to day basis.

The issue is that the exact year isn't specified. I would say somewhere in the 2010s or in the 2020s but after the pandemic. But that's still not specific enough. So in order to assume what year in the modern world it takes place, we can either choose when the manga started being published (2012, although since it started december 2012 the whole year sorta already happened and it's closer to 2013 but 2012 nonetheless). Or the present year the manga's being published in which is 2025, however I'd find the last option rather unlikely for multiple reasons but will still include just in case it is set rn.

That means the earliest time Ueda Akinari has been born (aka when he was born) is 2012 - 1525 years which is 487. And the latest possible time they could've been born is 2025 - 1518 years where is 507. The most probable years they were born would be from 488 (2012 - 1524) to 492 (2012 - 1520).

Disclaimer- I'm not a history geek so if i get any of these events wrong please let me know and I'll change this post and thank you in advance for correcting my dumbass.

This bitch was born almost 500 years after jesus. This motherfucker isn't even a boomer they're the boomers' ancestors. The early middle ages/the dark ages/the early medieval period started in the late 5th century. More specifically around the start of the western roman empire's fall, which was like 476 AD. Which means Ueda Akinari was born during the fuckin dark ages. Although the dark ages was what was happening in europe and stuff, in japan the kofun period was happening.

Also him being alive during that time an event took place doesn't mean he was aware when major historical events occurred. Like He was stuck in another dimension during the fall of Constantinople

He was most likely in our dimension and on our earth from 488 to 512 AD (subtract a few years if you believe hes like 20/21/22/23 instead of 24) or 492 to 516 AD (also subtract a few years if you believe he's 20/21/22/23 instead of 24).

Dude's going on about how politicians sealed them away bro you existed before politicians as we know them existed. Ueda was most likely sealed away by a king or emperor or some shit.

Surprised atsushi can even talk to Ueda considering the japanese language probably changes alot since they've had no new visitors since they got trapped.

On the topic of language Ueda's place has a bunch of japanese writing and yet the oldest records of written japanese date back to the 8th century which is like two hundred years after they were sealed away. Which means that in the bsd universe there's been written japanese before that. Maybe it's been discovered maybe it hasn't idk man.

Also the tales of genji which is sometimes called the first novel were written (and while i wouldn't call it the first it was definitely one of the first) was written in the early 11th century. Ueda was trapped in this dimension when that happened. Which btw this only fuels my theory that they were really high in the class system when they were on earth bcz obviously reading and writing was something that usually only well off people did back then.

Maybe they were a warrior of sorts and that's why they made swords. Or maybe they were a famous swordsmith or royalty.

Like y'all know how surprised bram was when he was Aya play music on like her phone or something. Ueda would have that reaction to so many things. Like most foods tbh. Like alot of sauces and stuff had to be made from absolute scratch and fermented for months before use. Ueda has probably never tasted chocolate before. They'd walk into a convience store and have a heart attack lmao.

On the more angsty side their favourite flower might be extinct now. All their comforting childhood meals might have been so thoroughly altered that they only vaguely resemble what they used to be. Or maybe those childhood meals don't even exist anymore before bcz they were never written down or require now non existent ingredients. The fruits they once ate as a child now taste so sweet but make their heart feel so bitter. They see little children talk about stories like "cinderella" and realise all the folktales they knew as a child have died out and been long forgotten. Just like all their loved ones. If Ueda doesn't die and is freed, they'll never get to experience the joys of nostalgia ever again, only sorrow that everything they once knew is gone. Only an aching wish for what once was. Authors sometimes forget how long ago a millennium really is.

[infactmrmeowz]

Hello. Can you tell us, in your opinion, what physical preferences Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy and Smoker from One Piece would have in a woman ? Thank you very much and sorry if this has already been asked. ^^

One Piece Men + Headcanons!

OF COURSE I CAN POOKIE!! Also MB for like disappearing for months on end!! Btw!! I can’t see my messages idk why so so sorry! If ya want somethin do inbox!

warning!: suggestive only a bit, cursing! Obviously female reader, grammar bad mb, tad bit off topic!

crocodile - I see him being an ass guy, I don’t think it matters what size but if you have an ass then yk 😜. - leadership! Because he is SUCH a busy man he wants you too atleast have SOME leadership on yourself and others for his work, and you to take care of yourself! It’ll be more stressful for him if he constantly has to worry about you.. which he doesn’t!! (He does). - I don’t think he really cares what size you are, you just have to be strong, atleast learn how to fight or protect yourself! - women in suits 😵‍��� - if he sees you in a suit he might just go bonkers. - this is going back to leadership role, but being smart! You don’t have to be Einstein smart but smart in one way or another, he finds that hot.. especially when you geek out about thing, can be a special interest or something nerdy, he might act like he is not listening but he is! - hip dips! Oo that man loves iittttt he’ll hug you from behind, and rest his hands on them, while nuzzling his head in your neck !! Mihawk- boob guy, no one can tell me otherwise! - again doesn’t matter what size you are, he loves to see you in the color red! (With cleavage showing 🫨). - he likes it when you drink the wine and a little wine mustache comes up! He finds it’s ADORABLLEEEE. - when you sit down and your thighs expand, especially in a dress!!! AAAAAA. - I think he wants someone who is shorter than him, but also strong in some way or another .. bonus points if you know how to use a weapon! Especially a sword! - someone with long hair! Doesn’t care if it’s real or not, he loves to see you do your hair in the morning, (this includes if you have braids or dreads!) Buggy- thigh guy! - he LOVES to see you put on flashy colors for your outfits, or hair styles/hair colors! Of course you can’t be more flashy than him.. BUT he thinks you look HOT and CUTEEE wearing flashy clothes! Especially his colors! Or even matching with him in some way or form! - I think he would like to see someone with unique features, that can be anything on your body! Freckles, eye color, hair, skin, body, anything! The more unique the better! - he doesn’t like when you change your features to be some one or something or to be “ prettier “ he thinks that if your born with a unique feature(s) you keep it! Make it shine! - makeup! Of course you don’t need it!! But he wants you to match with him! (Please paint your nose blue like his). - someone who is strong! Very strong! Or strong/stronger with weapons of any kind! He finds it actually so hot when you fight. -funny! Or goofy! He loves people when they are funny and goofy! You can be the jester and him the clown! Smoker- another ass guy, - he definitely wants a strong woman, like with crocodile it’s too stressful! - someone who is mature, I don’t think he can handle someone who is immature.. and if you are he’ll deal with it but don’t be surprise when he gets mad at you! - when you dress formal! He finds it hot! Also shows your maturity! - unlike buggy.. he wants someone with shorter hair! (Including people with braids or dreads etc..) he doesn’t know why, but I think he likes it because it matches with every outfit you wear..

OKAY POOKIES I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT I KINDA HAD TO ADD MENTAL TOO.. BECAUSE HUST PHYSICALL WAS KIND AHARD IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT WHAT YOUW ANTED! AGAIN IMBOX IF YA WANT SOMETHIN SORRY POOKIES

AAA that’s it! Cya later alligators! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[dufferpuffer]

Why do you think Arthur’s physical description is important to his character?

This is one of the characters I think the movies fucked up visually. Is it the biggest deal in the world? No. Though that's partly because so many of his scenes were straight up cut. But it is a shame.

I think Mark Williams brought a lot of warmth to the character. He feels like a lovely average father - who likes sport a normal amount and likes his eccentric hobby a large amount. He is sweet and fun, can be a little stern when he needs to be... ...But he is also kinda dopey. Even when he needs to come across as serious and capable.

He has a constant sense of being a little lost. A little soft. Does his best but typically feels like he is out of his depth wherever he is. He basically looks like how I imagined Bagman.

This isn't how he is in the books. In the books he serves as a near constant voice-of-reason and source of information. He calms people down quickly and efficiently, takes control of situations responsibly and isn't afraid to tell it like it is. In fact he considers being honest and accurate very important, having seen a lot of darkness, suffering and death in his life.

When other people wont touch a topic because it is too sad, too scary or too stressful - he walks right in and brings it up. When everyone else is panicking he keeps his cool and works hard. A capable leader. Reliable, intelligent, strong and quick-witted. Everyone knows him, likes him - and owes him a favor or two because he's been solving problems for everyone.

Is that how Movie!Arthur comes across...?

In the books - he is tall and thin, similar to Bill, Percy and Ron. His red hair is balding and he wears horn-rimmed glasses on a kind face - im thinking a geek-ish vibe (younger Dr. Isaac Kleiner) He wears green robes and a long dusty traveling cloak. Simple and professional, if a little battered by a hard working life.

He sounds like an average sort of guy whose defining trait is his intelligence. Perhaps he is a little eccentric and scattered at times - but he can actually be quite imposing. He doesn't sound dopey.

Tangent: 'What is the function of a rubber duck?' isn't canon. He collects plugs. He knows the proper way to use a fellytone. He can drive cars. He understands Muggle clothing in detail - and how to get by without magic or eckletricity when camping. He works with Muggles for his job. He isn't clueless.

Another thing: He and Molly are not visually distinct in the Movies.

Broad, friendly, homely, browns, patchwork and plaid - hair a little messy and tummies a little soft. They are almost always shown together and melt into a single 'warm parent' character. But they aren't the same. They are very different people and parents, yet fit together well as an odd-shaped team. Looking like that - like opposites that fit together well - portrays that at a glance.

That's my thoughts. I think for the scripts he was given Mark Williams did a good job of getting the gentle loving core of Arthur - and he's just a cutie. Look at him. He needs a cuppa tea.

But I also think that, as Arthur is a side-enough character people don't put much thought into his scenes, the Movie version of him pops up in their heads even when reading the books.

[mamawasatesttube]

Is there anything in fanfics that you would like to explore more into?

*hastily shoves my 12 partly-written wips and 8948278 unwritten fic ideas under the bed* haha whatttt i mean maybe a few ideas but nothing craaaazy...

my wip folder rn:

cass's secret weapon… superstud.docx

gender i hardly know er.docx

i could spread YOU in the sheets.docx

jons big bro has got it going o.docx

nerd 4 geek type friendship.docx

red sub projector. i mean sun. i mean.docx

serlkon tacky earring exchange.docx

tim drake hits on supernova. whore.docx

ttk time.docx

what if im not a spicy enough boyfriend….docx

who would win. two heroes or one ouppy dog.docx

ideas that would take more than just a quick oneshot and therefore that i have not actually committed to doing yet:

tim and kon get trapped in a black mercy-esque shared dream world. for some reason, kon's mental paradise involves dating a guy who's like, almost exactly just tim, but a little to the left. what's up with that? is kon... into tim? but that can't be right because if he was, surely his dream would just involve dating tim. right? it can't just be that this is the hallucination world's solution to kon's desperate fear of ruining things and losing tim because he's convinced he's broken and not made for lasting relationships because he hasn't processed his trauma around being groomed. ...right? (and then tim proceeds to do mental gymnastics that would do the flying graysons proud.)

a rewrite of sotm that includes much more of the steels, an actual talk about the time mae told kon he wasn't worthy of the s-shield and physically ripped the patches off his costume, some real kon & kara, and more discussion of kon's suicidality.

the timkon love square au... ouhhhh it would be so fun. it'd have a backdrop of the superfam being just much more isolated than they are in canon and how that would play into their themes of loneliness in the heart of the world. and it would include tim being a nosy little fuck and being so lois lane-coded.

kon & cassie duet character study or something about their nearly simultaneous realizations of "oh fuck i'm gay" and "wait shit i'm a lesbian" and then the ensuing "oh no was i never actually into you? did i lead you on for that entire time? was i stringing you along and playing cruel games with your heart without meaning to?" guilt. and the catharsis of it all when they come out to each other and realize that this was actually why they felt drawn to each other, and why it felt so safe with each other. would delve into cassie's struggles with how people ripped into her for not being donna and for not being pretty enough, with her grief and her loneliness with the lack of her secret identity, and with her own internalized homophobia, and with kon's struggle to grapple with his previous unacknowledged relationship trauma and how therefore a relationship where his girlfriend wasn't actually into him made him feel so safe. because like. they are so so so important to each other even if it's not romantic and that is important to meeee

the "kon unionizes the labor guild" new krypton au that lives rent free in my mind but that i have not properly plotted out yet but that i still desperately need. it'd be heavy on immigrant feelings and also the kon & kal & kara trio.

...and more!!! augh!!!

[bloodlines-if]

Step off Gail Weathers, there's a new cut throat journalist in town and they're about to kick ass and make multiple saves for every RO!!

Also Mcdreamy your Lore Drop has me Geeking out hope there's more to come

Also Also, im sure you're kicking Twine's coding ass

Haha I love Gale but I have to be biased because MC and the RO’s have my heart too! 💖

"Step off Gale Weathers? I'd say make room." You tap your pen against your notepad, eyes gleaming. "As Hemingway put it, 'Write hard and clear about what hurts.' That's where I come in. I'm just playing in a league where the stakes are higher and the monsters aren't wearing masks." You chase facts. Cold, uncomfortable facts that leave splinters under your skin. Your phone buzzes. Three missed calls. The source is finally talking. Time to show Weathers how it's really done. You can already feel that relentless itch in your fingers that never quite goes away until you've exposed everything. Some call it obsession. You call it Tuesday.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Ohohoho someone likes my lore?! Yay! I’m happy to tell you there’s definitely a lot more to come. I have lot’s of lore and ideas already that I can’t wait to share. But right now I’m focusing on getting the character intros and the lore for each Bloodline (like what is an Umbra, physical traits, abilities, strengths/weaknesses etc.) out.

And yes, actually, I’m kicking Twine in the butt right now! I have completed the looks/ui design, character generation is more or less finito and prologue is also almost done! There are still some errors but let’s look on the bright side!! That’s why I posted the intro yesterday because I’m sure I can do it ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

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I went to Missouri Comic Con as Eddie Kaspbrak and had a blast

Ignore the fact that i accidentally wrote LVSER instead of LOVER, i had to write it upside down.

I had such a blast and met so many awesome people, some of my favorite moments from the con were.

-When i met this ghost buster dude named Eddie and he told me he knows every horror character with his name. He loved my costume and asked me if i "had any gazebos" so i did the whole gazebos rant and we all had a good laugh.

-this one lady who told me my costume was the best costume she'd seen all day. I struck a scared pose for her and she LOVED it. Then i told her about all my IT aus and fanart and she was so nice and praised me about it.

-a lady at an art booth critiqued my IT fanart for me.

-i saw a spiderman cosplayer in a back pack and yelled at him "EYO BACK PACK BUDDIES" and he yelled back "BACK PACK BUDDIES"

-someone asked me if i was from stranger things and i physically cringed.

-i exchanged my tumblr and ao3 with two people, shout out to: @n0min0

-i started dancing to anime music at a random booth and lola bunny cosplayer cheered me on

-i made friends with a Freddy Krueger cosplayer and he continously talked to me all through out the convention. We talked about creepshow, carrie, nightmare on elm stree, lots of stuff. He introduced me as the "IT girl" and told people i was the foremost authority on it.

-this little girl sang the theme from ponyo with me.

-Some one was running around with the declaration od independence and told me to sign it in character, so i signed it for both me and Freddy and even drew a little inhaler by it

-someone asked me if i was excited for welcome to derry and then for a trivia question asked me how many years pennywise is in Derry. Obviously i said 27 and for that i won a mean girls bandana.

-i met this pennywise cosplayer with a prop boat and she asked me if i wanted to take a picture with it.

-her friend told me eddie was her fav loser and that if she had a kid hed be like him

-freddy and i kept yelling "eddie and freddie" at each other and we talked in character for a bit. I told him the worst thing about being bullied by henry bowers is the smell, cause he doesnt fucking shower ever.

-i got a drawing of rarity and a figurine of cinderella for ten bucks

-i ate funnel fries, a pretzel, popcorn, and a frito pie.

-someone came up to me and told me they had "the biggest IT obsession in 2017"

-i met these MLP cosplayers and i told them rarity was my fav pony so they gave me a handmade rarity bracelet!

-i told someone my fav character was henry bowers and they just said "you know what, that makes sense. He's very silly.".

-someone complimented my costume IN THE WOMENS RESTROOM. they shook my hand and geeked out about IT with me.

-Someone told me they were a richie cosplayer and then asked me "hey where's richie?" Ans i acted all sad and told him the clown got him, causing everyone to lose their minds.

-i carried funko pops of stan and penny with me and when id ask someone to hold stan theyd always be like "omg im so honored, i must be delicate with him" and whenever id drop him people would scream "noooo!! Poor baby!!"

There was a lot of other super fun stuff that i'm probablt forgetting, but everyone was super nice and i'm dying to go back next year as richie.

[mun-urufu]

i still have no idea wha the fuck happened

Intro post ig

Adopted pets:

@synnodium - puppygirl

@uwathebestgirl - puppygirl

@loraasexualagent - kibbty

i have an alt account for when i reach post limit now: @munurufu

Pansexual; Transfem; Non-binary; Furry; plural (since apparently it’s not normal to have voices in your head)

INTP :3

I may be anarchist

chemistry and astrophysics and theoretical physics are what I geek out about

gender according to @griffinmcelroyspisskink-remade :

cryptid [REDACTED] nerd

Pronouns: any/all but prefer she/her and they/them

my other blog(s):

blahaj.zone = @munurufu

that’s it (for now) I SHALL SPREAD LIKE THE PESTILENCE

currently a triggering with bad mental health and a not good family but trying to remain positive and healing myself almost daily on Tumblr

porn blogs; porn bots; pedophiles; anyone who hits on me ina weird pedophilic way DO NOT INTERACT OE I WILL BONK YOU I TO THE ETERNAL BAN AND REPORT YOU TO THE GODS OF THIS GODLESS UNIVERSE

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Nationality: Slovakian 🇸🇰 (I’m a mountain person :3)

Fandoms I’m in:

Urban Legends (Backrooms; SCP-foundation) Norse mythology Cryptids D&D; Furry; Genshin; HSR; Wuthering; Harry Potter (fuck JK Rowling I’m here for the fanfics) Doctor Who; Frieren; Tokyo Ghoul; Hermitcraft; there’s more but I’m stupid and can’t remember them

Anime recommendations:

Frieren, Tokyo Ghoul, Konosuba, Fairy Tail, some other ones idk

Videogams I’ll play with u if u ask nicely and I have time:

Minecraft, Genshin, Honkai Star Rail, Wuthering Waves, Rocket League, Apex Legends

Minecraft rp Server:

TimeSkipSMP (basically people from different time periods get somehow into the same world with no recollection of their previous memories other than their occupation. Send as ask if u want to join (24/7 server uptime) I’ll send an invite to the discord server where you’ll get all the needed info and a guide on how to make your character.

Cureent characters:

15th Century French Plague Doctor

Medieval Beekeeper

Medieval Flower salesman and famer

17th Century pirate/swashbuckler

Current inventory:

Big Blåhaj from @tunderpal

Estrogen

the Heebi Jeebies

Longbow

64 arrows

Mundane short sword

Whisper Talisman (Rare)

Description:

This item has been blessed by a monk long ago who lived on the peak of Mount Hua. This will protect you from wind element attacks and will reduce knockback by 85%

Dopamine

about fuckingn time

ENJOY YOUR STAY ❤️

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