#sorry for my cringe oc. he will make more appearances.

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hmm

[aohisworld]

SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU. | THE SERIES!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ when things are a little too tame in Aohi’s world, she conspires to dote on her seven boyfriends. (A series!)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ poly!ot7 x addedmember!oc , contains. cringe writing, fluff, like CAVITY SWEET fluff, some parts (excluding ri-ki) might be a LITTLE suggestive , keep in mind that this series takes place in the present, which puts Aohi at 20 years of age!

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: sorry about the no updates to either big fics guys TT school’s ending and I have to pass the diplomas before I actually get to graduate (grad ceremony was literally for show) so have this silly little series that I plan to do!

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun.

✧. ┊ “Noo-noo-ah!” Aohi softly called, her arms opening for the boy who was approaching her bed with a pep in his step. “Tokki-yah!” Sunoo replied back, gently kissing her nose as the two smiled and giggles.

“What’s up, oppa?” Aohi asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down on his back. Usually, Sunoo loved to come into Aohi’s room and lay on top of her, the boys actually shared that habit together, coming in her separate room to bother her whenever they wanted.

“Nothing, what’re you doing?..” Sunoo’s muffled voice from him tucking his head into Aohi’s neck spoke, peeking from whatever line of sight he could achieve from the intimate cuddle.

“I’m just watching whatever, you want to watch with me?” She asks, looking down slightly to try and establish eye contact with the puffy-cheeked fox.

“No, just came to check in on you.” Sunoo hummed, he sits up from his spot and grabs hold of Aohi’s own cheeks, dipping down for a sloppy kiss as her muffled giggles started to resonate within the room.

“Owp-pwa!” A muffled attempt was heard, Sunoo tried his best not to laugh, pulling away with a dramatic ‘smooch!’ Sound coming from his own lips.

Aohi’s laughs became clearer as Sunoo pulled away, and he could feel a gentle tug at his heart the way Aohi’s big smile appears in his line of sight.

“Come out for dinner soon, Jay-hyung said you haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Sunoo reminds her, getting off Aohi’s bed and walking to the door. He turns to look at Aohi one more time, making sure he’s heard.

“Eung! I’ll come soon, oppa!” Aohi spoke, turning in her bed as she wiped her cheek of any saliva that didn’t dry out.

Not that it didn’t disgust her that the boys leave sloppy kisses but, Aohi just thinks that’s how intimacy goes, kind of like how cats rub up on anything and everything to mark their territory.

Actually, Aohi has no idea why she’s comparing those two things with each other.

She continued to watch her YouTube videos a little longer, having a deep interest in hour-long documentaries that spoke about anything of the horror genre.

Aohi wasn’t a big fan of horror though, but there’s something funny about having an excuse to sleep in one of boys’ rooms, and usually Jay or Heeseung can’t bother to say no to her.

“Aohi-yah! Dinner’s ready!” Sunghoon’s voice called for her, and she sighs knowing she actually has to go this time. “Coming!” Aohi sits up from her bed and places her feet into bat slippers gifted to her by Jake.

Aohi wiggles her feet for a little bit, smiling at the fluffy feeling on her feet. She leaves her room with a hop in her step, walking into the open-plan kitchen with a sleepy smile.

“What’s for dinner, oppa?” Aohi looked over Jay’s shoulder, looking into the pot of kimchi-jjigae he made. “I felt a little lazy today, I hope you don’t mind, batsy.” Jay turned to her, and he kissed Aohi’s temple.

“Eung~” Aohi hummed understandingly, before walking off to go sit with her other boyfriends. “Hi baby, did you have a good nap earlier?” Heeseung pulled his gaze away from his phone, looking up at Aohi with his gentle Bambi gaze.

“Mhm! Speaking of which, can I sleep with one of you guys tonight?” She sat in her seat, and her legs made quick work of sitting criss cross on the seat.

“I don’t get why you do that, it’s so weird.” Sunoo mumbled jokingly beside her, obviously mentioning her instinct to sit weirdly on her chair.

“It’s a habit! Don’t you know my cousins in the Philippines do it all the time!” Aohi scrunched her nose back at Sunoo, who couldn’t help but smile at her adorable expression.

“You can sleep with me, bunny.” Sunghoon offered, placing his hand on her head affectionately, Aohi happily cherishing his attention.

“Like hell! You’ve been snuggling with her more than enough! She’s with me tonight!” Ri-ki huffed, pulling Aohi to his side.

Aohi felt her heart warm a little that her boys were so wanting to spend time with her, even if it’s just for the night. “Why don’t you guys let her decide? She’s the one who wants to sleep somewhere else for the night.” Jungwon hummed, his gaze on his phone.

“Wonnie, do you want to, tonight?” Aohi asked, looking towards him, in which he glanced up in response, and she could easily tell the way his eyes lit up that there was no way he was denying her offer.

“Yeah!” The other boys at the table groaned and complained, and Jungwon could only smile smugly. Soon enough the boys stopped messing around, Aohi sensing Jay’s presence with the smell of kimchi-jjigae filling her nostrils.

“Wah! It smells delicious, oppa.” Aohi’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Jay’s cooking, channeling her inner foodie as she was getting ready to dig in.

“Did I make you wait too long, batsy?” — “no, but the other people at the table waited too long.”

Sunoo answered smartly, looking up at Jay with a look that pulled a sheepish grin from the cook. Sunoo sat up on his seat as Jay placed the pot onto the coaster, the steam letting out a spicy aroma in the room.

“I’m going to eat well..” Aohi made a gesture before picking up her chopsticks, waiting for Heeseung to get his first bite, and then Jay.. and then Jake, and you get the rest.

Aohi took her bite soon after everyone else had, smiling as she ate, loving the domesticity of dinner tonight. She really felt like doting on her boyfriends for being so doting on her as well.

Like, maybe she should return the kindness! She looked around her for a little bit more before continuing to eat her meal silently, but happily. Aohi had a plan…

It was operation: dote on the en- boys!

OBJECTIVE #1: YANG JUNGWON!

"what're you doing here, little bunny? Not up to some trouble, I hope."

mission debriefed!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊Jungwon has been a lot busier promoting their new album, memorabilia. Aohi can't remember the last time she's got the time to even look at her boyfriend! Not that the whole group wasn't promoting or anything... but she really misses one of her two feline boyfriends!

This calls for a little Aohi TLC, which is exactly what she's planning to do during a surprise visit before an interview!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ yang jungwon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes (honestly it's just kissing).

OBJECTIVE #2: LEE HEESEUNG!

"I'm just playing for another hour! You can wait, right, batsy?"

mission in progress! [possible completion: June 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ It's been a little too quiet at the apartment for Aohi's liking, understandably the boys might be recharging from doing so many promotions, but Aohi's just a girl! She needs her daily attention like her naps, and she's going to get them!

Her next victim? Lee Heeseung, Aohi knows nobody can tear the boy away from his beloved game, League of Legends. Aohi thinks she should still try though! No harm in trying!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ lee heeseung x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes, a lot of gaming vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #3: PARK JJONGSEONG!

“You know you're the only one I'm willing to spoil, right?”

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi's taken a small break on doting on her boyfriends, her current schedule was taking her out and Jay seems to be able to tell, so.. instead of Aohi carrying out her doting missions, Jay beats her to it by taking her out for a little spoiling.

Don't fear though, it's not a mission if Aohi doesn't dote on him back! Luckily, she knows just the thing that'll do the trick!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park jjonseong (jay) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of spoiling, erm... idk my draft doesn't really have anything to make note of LOL.

OBJECTIVE #4: SIM JAEYUN!

"I wouldn't let anyone else take care of Layla, batsy.. you're her mama, and I sure as hell won't let you go!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ There's nothing better than a boyfriend and his cute as heck dog, named Layla! Ever since Aohi started to date Jake, she's been referred as Layla's mama, and the dog seems to agree, and what kind of mom would she be if she didn't spoil Layla and her dad?

A little hike on her's and Jake's favourite trail to relax and get some exercise in, while Layla gets to spend the whole day with her parents!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ sim jaeyun (jake) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of cringe name calling?? Idk I drafted a really dorky Jake.. Layla blocking Jake from Aohi LOL.

OBJECTIVE #5: PARK SUNGHOON!

"You sure do slip a lot.. is it because you're you falling for me, batsy? Ow! It was a joke, babe!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ The summer heat was too much for the en- group to handle! With the other boys and Xiulin going out for cold treats, Aohi and Sunghoon opt for the ice skating rink. Aohi uses this to her advantage by using this time alone with her boyfriend to dote on him!

Only... how can she dote on him when he keeps cracking the most lamest jokes?! Aohi thinks she's going to break from one more dad joke!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park sunghoon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, lame dad jokes, as in, googled dad jokes, a little bit of suggestive themes at the end. skating vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #6: KIM SUNOO!

"You always dote on me, tokki.. please let me return the favour, pretty girl."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Kim Sunoo, Aohi's favourite to dote on. Well, he knows that for sure, considering he manages to catches Aohi before she could even plan on a way to dote on him! Sunoo wants to give back all of the love she's given him, knowing that she must be tired on loving seven, such rowdy boys.

Sunoo plans his own little mission when he and Aohi are chosen as ambassadors for Vivienne Westwood, and brought to Milan for a photoshoot.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ kim sunoo x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, modelling mentions, sunoo is not an actual ambassador for viv westwood!! A little bit of suggestive themes.

OBJECTIVE #7: NISHIMURA RI-KI!

"Did you plan this whole trip back home just to spend time with me? Aren't you adorable, batsy."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi was feeling a little homesick, and what's a better way to spend a little home vacation if not with her boyfriend, who probably misses Japan as much as she does? Aohi makes the smartest idea to dote on Ri-ki during their trip, equipped with her credit card and an extra piece of luggage for any souvenirs to take home.

Ri-ki acts oblivious to her plans though, after living with Aohi for so long, he's made the conclusion that an excited Aohi cannot keep anything to herself for the life of her. Therefore, Ri-ki has plans to reverse the roles on Aohi, doting on her instead.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ nishimura ri-ki x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a little travel trip to Japan, tiny bit self-indulgent because they're going through my travel plans LMAO.

[th3-3d3n-g4rd3n]

here to request a part 2 to moonshine

pov: me on my way request part 2 cause i reread part 1

okay babe, i’ve kept you waiting for long enough…

go reread moonshine part 1 to refresh your memories guys cause this just picks up where that one left off :)

but i mean like i really jumped into it so don’t worry about wasting time 😭 ALSO SORRY ITS KINDA SHORT but more fics are on the way 🙏

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sub! carl grimes x fem!reader

(reader and Carl are 18)

cw: kinda public (it’s in the watch tower but at night), reader is partially oc because she has opinions, handjob (no actual piv), you’re both kinda drunk, pillowcase used as a gag (kinda crazy)

842 words

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“I guess I’ll just have to take my top off then” you giggle at his flustered appearance as you slowly life your shirt up, revealing your lower stomach… then, the line between your ribs… then, the little bow that was placed in the centre of your bra waistband… then finally, your cleavage before, removing the soaked tank top from over your head. His breath hitched in his throat, becoming unable to ignore the pulsating that he was beginning to feel in his pants.

Trying to break his linger gaze from over your chest, he decided to continue on the game, “truth or dare?” he asked you, smiling innocently as if he dick wasn’t throbbing in his pants at the sight of your semi-revealed tits. “Truth!”

“What’s your biggest turn-off?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you in anticipation, tilting his head as you think about your answer. You hum as you think, “I’m not sure, maybe like those really big macho-men. Like, men who act all ‘alpha’, I just think it’s cringe…”

Carl bursts out in laughter at your response, clearly not expecting that answer, “hey! You asked!” you roll your eyes at his immature response, “clearly, I like my men a little gangly, don’t I?” you decide to tease him a little , to which he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

You were about to ask him truth or dare when you noticed how tense he looked, rolling his neck and fidgeting in his spot. You were confused on the sudden change in energy until you looked down, his arm placed suspiciously over his crotch. Then, it clicked. Poor little Carl had popped a boner from the plain sight of your pretty bra.

“You look tense, baby. Let me help you” you state, going behind him and beginning to massage his shoulders. “Oh y-you don’t have to…” he mumbles out, but then melting under your touch once you make contact with him.

He sighs softly as your work down his back, massaging and releasing the tense spots in his back. Once you felt satisfied, you let your hands slip around his waist, embracing him from behind. He gasps quietly, the alcohol that coursed through his veins seems to be intensifying every little touch.

You slide your hand down to his crotch, him moaning quietly at the simplest contact. “Fuck… we’re outside, don’t do that…” you smirk at him, “someone is sensitive… it’s nighttime, no one is out… just stay quiet, baby” you murmur in his ear, to which he nods slightly, leaning back against your shoulder.

You pull his dick out of his pants, collecting the precum from his tip and using it as lube to start pumping his dick slowly. You soon realised that the sensitive boy was not going to stay quiet - an idea struck. “One second…” you whisper to the boy who looked almost offended at your pause in movement, you chuckle at his seemingly annoyed expression.

You take one of the pillows that Carl had brought up here earlier and rolled half of it up. “Open” you command. He wears a confused expression but does so anyway, you place the balled up end in his mouth. He looks at you, confused but oddly turned on, “do you want to get caught?” you answer his silent question, he tilts his head for a second before shaking it no, as if to say, ‘fair enough’.

You go back to your original positions, you behind him, tugging on his painfully hard dick as he leans his head on your shoulder. Turns out the gag was the right move because as he got closer and closer to the finish line, his muffled groans got so, so much louder. Part of you wishes that everyone else would disappear so you’d be able to hear the vocal boy’s delicious moans at full capacity (as you’ve had to quiet him every time you’ve ever has sex) but, given the apocalyptic circumstances, you have to be thankful for everyone you still have. You just wish there was some privacy somewhere…

Suddenly, his back arches and he grabs onto your thighs, as they were either side of his hips. His body spasms slightly and his dick twitches. He starts bucking into your hand before finally spurting thick ropes of hot cum. His muffled grunts sound strained, then he collapses onto your chest.

You pull the gag out of his mouth and use the dry part to wipe his cum off of him. You play with his hair as his breathing regulates; he places a gentle kiss on your jawline and nuzzles into your neck.

Eventually, you both fall asleep together, intoxication making it much easier to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, you and Carl were walking hand in hand with each other, walking back to the joint home. Everything was peaceful, that was until you heard, “Hey twerps! Did you steal my moonshine?!”

Knowing you’d been caught, you set off into a speedy run as a disgruntled, middle-aged man followed in tow. Giggles echoed the barren street.

[tokiohotel-luvr]

Love you like me - Tom kaulitz

So I randomly got the idea to write a smut about 2010 Tom inspired by this song. I’d recommend listening to the song if you decided to read

Pairing- Dom!Tom x female oc

Warnings- Dom!Tom, car sex, hair pulling, fingering, slight choking, slight angst, degradation, praise, p n v, name calling (slut, whore, good girl) cheating on tom, and I think that’s everything

And this is obviously 18+ so MDNI!!!

Tom’s POV-

My eyes flutter open at the sound of my phone ringing, I sit up rubbing the sleep from my eyes as my girlfriend’s contact fills the screen. She never calls this late at night. I shoot up answering the call bringing the phone to my ear

“Hello, Val, are you okay?” i ask, concern filling me

“I’m sorry, i'm so sorry” she sobs

It's evident she's been drinking all night, the way music drums in the background, her words slurring together as she stutters out an apology.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” a million questions threaten to fall out of my mouth. I stand up placing the call on speaker as i pull my clothes on, that’s when i hear a faint male voice fill my room.

“Tom, I fucked up and there’s no taking it back” she slurs sounding even more distraught.

I whip my head facing the phone once more as I grab my phone, any concern that I previously felt replaced with anger.

“Who the fuck are you with?” I shout, rushing downstairs slipping my shoes on as i grab my keys, her desperate pleas for me to forgive her filling my ears

“Val where the fuck are you” i fire another question her way despite her dodging every one prior. I get in the car as she ends the call.

“Fuck” i shout slamming my hands against the wheel, i pull up her location and begin to drive, my jaw clenches as the sound of the guys voice begins to fill my thoughts giving me a headache.

I pull up outside the house, multicolored lights shining from the windows as people empty the contents of the stomachs onto the lawn i cringe before entering, the overbearing smell of sweat, weed and alcohol filling my nose, i push and shove through the sea of bodies trying to find val, the music amplifying the ever-growing headache. I stop when I finally see her. My eyes rake up her body as I take in her disheveled appearance, sweat lining her hairline, her dress hiked up her legs as her hands clutch the guy in front of her. I grit my teeth, any hope of this being a misunderstanding diminishes immediately. I walk over before grabbing her off of him, she spins around her eyes meeting mine.

Valerie’s POV -

I move my hips in time to the deafening music, as i try and forget about what i had done moments ago, i close my eyes as i run my hands up and down the strangers body, wishing it was Tom, but i had to go and fuck up a perfectly good relationship. I’m brought back to reality as I feel someone pull me off his body, I spin around my eyes meeting a familiar set of brown ones, it takes a second to register alcohol still very prominent in my bloodstream. I bite my lip, guilt flooding me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” Tom shouts, his eyes burning holes into me.

The man i was dancing with now decides to step in

“I think you should calm down bro”

I wince at his attempt to soothe the conflict, I wait anxiously for Tom’s reply.

“And I think you should fuck off before i break your fucking hands” Tom says his demeanour now eerily calm.

The guy's eyes widen at the threat before he retreats in a random direction. I muster up some courage to meet Tom's eyes again, the brown in his eyes masked by his pupil as anger courses through him. He turns around keeping ahold of my arm, as we file through the bodies, i can’t help but acknowledge the growing ache between my legs, i know its wrong, i shouldnt be turned on by his fury but i cant help it, the way his jaw clenches everytime he catches a glimpse of me, the way his fingers flex, making sure he doesnt lose me in the crowd has me weak in the knees, we finally make it to the exit, the cold air hitting me like a brick, sobering me up and the severity of the situation hits me and i feel sick to my stomach, i fucking cheated on him, the man i promised i loved with my whole heart for a lousy fuck, but i dont have time to question my actions because he pulls me into the back of the car with him.

“I gave everything to you, and this is what you turn around and do?” He spits vehemently.

“I’m sorry im so fucking sorry Tom” I blub tears threatening to fall again.

“Tell me, did he have all that you wanted for you to go and break your promise?” Tom taunts, the answer already known as he moves closer.

He places his hand against my flushed face, his rings burning into my flesh, his thumbs running against my plump bottom lip, pulling down and releasing watching as it recoils back into place. He moves even closer placing a kiss on my jaw, i hum in approval, tilting my head allowing him more access, he litters a few my kisses along my neck surely leaving marks before he pulls back to whisper in my ear

“I wanna know, does he fuck you like i did” his hot breath coating my skin in goosebumps. I whine shaking my head

“No, no-one can fuck me like you” i say desperate for him to do more, as i feel the ache between my legs grow impossibly more.

“Are you sure? Because I will happily leave you to go and find him” he questions his hands now rubbing up and down my exposed thighs. I shuddered, grinding against the leather seat, wanting to feel even the smallest amount of pleasure. Tom spots this recognising my arousal he looks back at me, quirking his eyebrow at my desperation.

“Or have you finally realized he won't touch you like me?” his head dips back down to my neck, licking a strip from my collarbone to the top of my neck.

“Please Tom” i whimper

“Please what?” He asks wanting to draw more out of me

“Please- fuck just touch me” i beg as i try to pull him closer

He pushes his hand further up my thigh as he reaches my soaked core. I buck against him.

“You’re such a fucking slut for me hmm”

I nod rapidly bucking against his once more as he traces faint circles against my clit, my eyes rolls as i let out a sinful moan when i feel him pull my soaked panties to the side pushing two of his slender fingers inside of me curling them rubbing them perfectly against my g-spot.

“Did it feel this good when he did it?” Tom asks speeding up his actions, his palm now hitting my clit in perfect harmony, my eyes threatening to roll again the knot in my stomach growing rapidly, whines falling from my mouth relentlessly

“Fucking answer me��� he snarls

“No- fuck no one can make me feel as good as you can” i moan as my toes curl, as i feel my climax near rapidly.

“Fuck Tom, im gonna-” a moan cuts me off as my legs begin to shake my whole body trembling in pleasure.

“Cum for me, show me how good i make you feel”

That's all it takes my orgasm hitting my like a train, as white floods my vision and my back arching my chest hitting Toms as he nips at my neck he continues his actions for a couple moments more before removing his long digits from within me before placing them in my mouth.

“Suck”

I stare into his eyes as i run my tongue over his fingers cringing slightly at the taste i pull back with a slight pop before his hand finds my throat squeezing slightly, and for the first time this night my lips finally meet his, our tongues swirling against each others, any emotion we were unable to convey now coming to life, fury evident in his every action as he dominates the kiss, he pulls away, lips swollen, red and gleaming with a mix of our saliva

He pushes me so I'm flat against the seat before flipping me over onto my stomach pulling my ass against his erection, he groans as he feels my bare core grind against his clothed dick. I look over my shoulder as he strips himself from the waist down, freeing his hard-on, rolling a condom over his length. All i can do is watch in anticipation my thighs clenching involuntarily before he lines up his tip against my sopping entrance and then without any warning he begins to thrust into me and at a inhuman pace, ripping a groan from Toms throat as my walls wrap around him, his tip kissing my cervix causes my head to drop, the sound of our moans and skin colliding filling the car.

“Such a fucking whore f’me” each word punctuated with a hard thrust, his hand wrapping around my hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail lifting my head as his hips piston against mine. I feel my stomach clench in pleasure, my moans growing in volume as he begins to go even harder the grip on my hair sure to leave my scalp tender later but as of right now i'm in paradise

“Im close” i whine

“Come on, be a good girl and cum for me” he grunts as i clench around him, his pace faltering slightly as his own release nears and with one last thrust i come undone my juices soaking his latex covered shaft, causing Tom to finish alongside me his hips stuttering as he fills the condom. He pulls out slowly before dressing himself again. I sit up making myself look somewhat presentable, and turn to face him ready to address the catalyst of this event, but he stands outside the car door moving to say ‘get out’.

“Tom, I'm sorry, we can fix-” I began hoping we might be able to figure this out.

“There’s nothing to fix, goodbye Valerie.” he cuts me off his expression ice cold

My face drops as I take in his words.

“What- well what the fuck was that!” I gesture between us

“That was a gentle reminder that no ones gonna love you like me”

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AHHH! Well I hope you liked it because this took far too long and please excuse any errors I may have missed but yeah 😭

[fainthedcherry]

When I was a child in 2013, visiting Nickelodeon's site and finding a treasure-trove of Spongebob, Winx and TMNT flash games was like magic to me. BUT MAN. The TMNT flash games are one of the best ever to me I've played in my life. (on an aesthetic stand-point! Turtle Tactics and Dark Horizons are so awesome man, legendary flash games to me.)

Since I am utterly autistic about 4 green alien turtles and their rat dad...Here we are again. With me posting OC cringe 2016 me would've killed myself over :V (cry about it 11 yo/ me, afraid of cringe culture back then, it's DEAD NOW)

Gonna sneak-post my redo of that ancient drawing I did of Alex 2 years ago, for the base-post : D

2 years ago, I used flashpoint to replay it for the first time in years and I remember crying of glee LOL (I still play Dark Horizons and turtle tactis to this day btw). I played Dark Horizons and Turtle Tactics and also TMNT: Throw Back (NO I DID NOT NAME THIS LIKE A MEME THIS IS ITS NAME. I STILL BURST INTO LAUGHTER LIKE A CHILD OVER THE NAME AGING POORLY DUE TO INTERNET LINGO)

Those 2 flash games are just so...Technically advanced?? For its time?? LIKE A FULLY FLEDGED 3D FLASH GAME WITH UNITY ENGINE BASIS? DAMN. And then Dark Horizons? CHEF'S KISS I LOVE THAT GAME SO MUCH. AESTHETICALLY AND THE COMBAT FEELS RLLY NICE TO ME IMO, AND JUST...Everything about THAT flash game, god TIMELESS CLASSIC I COULD YAP ON FOR HOURS ABOUT THIS NO JOKE.

I am enthralled by the designs and art of Dark Horizons, it's why I made this drawing. The game just..Speaks to me on so many levels. IT'S JUST SO PLEASING TO SEE ALL THE ARTWORK I EXTRACTED. As far to my knowledge- it never got released, so I might make a post of just a few favourites I liked from the game. :D

I just wonder if I can post those in the first place, it's after all, not my artwork, from a flash game, and TMNT, so yeah, legal IP and stuff. I unfortunately don't know who the artist if of the flash games, but if I can find that out via googling or digging for credits in the game or the files, I'll see if I can credit them, so that posting will be fairly accredited!!

OH YEAH RIGHT ALSO QUICK BANTER ABT ART SORRY I AM VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THOSE FLASH GAMES AS YOU CAN TELL,,,

I studied the in-game sprites for a good few hours back then, and did my best to replicate it to the best of my abilities!! I think Mushu maybe could've been done better looking back at it, but I think it was the best that I could do back then. :D Plus, I remember being really happy, excited and proud of this piece, as it reflected something, my childhood self always wanted: For Alex to like.."fake" being an official character LOL. I had sooo many dreams where Alex was hanging out with the turtles and Ninjago and throwing in Power Rangers for good measure, just...Everything I liked as a child, I somehow connected in my dreams via either "OH YEAH THE RAINBOW FAIRY!" or "OH YEAH SUDDENLY PORTAL AND MY MARY-SUES JUST BRAVE IT WHILST THE OFFICIAL CHARACTERS DRAMATICALLY TELL THEM NOT TO GO"

^I had vivid and....Creative dreams as a child to say the least, sometimes even Darth Vader and Eggman appeared as the bad guys, despite TMNT and Power Rangers and Ninjago w/ the snakes and lord Garmadon or however you spell him (I never checked + I'm German so ofc his name might be different in english)- I- do I have to go on about the dreams I FULLY remember I had, as a 6-9 yo/, until I told myself at 10 how embarassing my dreams are and stopped doing so? I DIGRESS. I..Need to be more professional in these, instead of such pure fandom trash oml, I feel bad for whoever actually has to read through my blatant autistic interests as a child and thinking "wtf is he on about" dfgklfdg

ANYWAY NEKST POST IS THE BASE. I SWEAR. SORRY I LOVE RAMBLING

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Hello there. You can call me Pointy or Yasumi. (She/her)

This is both a character blog for Yasumi the lala witch, and a general gaming blog for everything FFXIV, Dragon Age or Mihoyo.

I have an FC of OCs with my partner and most of my posts are different OCs of mine simping over different OCs of hers. You won't see much OC x Canon stuff here.

Not spoiler-free, but I try to tag spoilers. Feel free to let me know if I forget to.

Runs on a shuffled queue.

I follow from my non-gaming related main, and reblog to either @eorzeanadventures for vanilla stuff or here for modded stuff and non-ffxiv related games.

Occasionally NSFW but not very explicit. Minors DNI. Will tag with #nsfw or #nsfw gpose

This blog supports and encourages cringe. If you're allergic to cringe keep yourself safe and stay away.

OOC: I play on Chaos (Europe timezone) so sorry in advance for the weird hours (and broken English)

WCIF? my lala isn't visually modded all that heavily aside from a body replacement and a C+ template. But do feel free to DM me if you see anything you like or have any questions on using posing tools.

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Common tags:

My gposes: for all my own gposes, vanilla or modded

House of Beans: Everything related to our FC characters, gpose, comic, art, writing or otherwise.

Bean GIFs: all my own gifs

Bean comics: all the comics I create with gpose

OC Prompts: for questions, memes or prompts started by others

Pointy Ears: Everything I reblog to do with elves, elezen & lalafells

Pointy Hats: Everything I reblog to do with magic & witches

Stars: STARS, man. They're pretty.

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Character tags:

My OCs:

Yasumi: my main lalafell. Appears to be in her 30-40's but is allegedly 69 years old. Astrologian who lives in a cave under her own plot in the Lavender Beds and is rarely seen.

Gabriel (@eukrasiancrisis): The Ishgardian prig who bought her house, used as a front. Besties with her wife, to her chagrin. He talks a lot and says little. But his astrological chart is the only one Yasu has trouble reading other than her wife's, so she keeps him around out of curiosity. For science.

Theneras: Ex- Dreamer of Everlasting Dark from the First with a shameless amount of Dragon Age references

Goose (@goose-ffxiv): That loud Limsan butch who keeps visiting and making all sorts of noise. Besties with sister-in-law, so Yasu tolerates her. She's more fun than the elezen, at least.

Not my OCs:

Yuusei (@pocketyoukai): Yasumi's wife and saving grace. Our household's favorite smith & friendly neighbor who moved over from Kugane. Older sister of Yuuko. Has a family of spriggans.

Fyrstyrm (@fyrstyrm): Yasumi's gardener and probably the only person other than Yuusei she's completely comfortable around and trusts with her home and plants.

Yuuko: The little lady of the house & adopted daughter of Fyrstyrm & Gabriel

Amalthea: Yuuko's miqo'te friend who occasionally visits that Yasu detected some pretty strong ass aether with. She seems to have the echo. Not someone she's comfortable having around for too long.

[koco-coko]

Ivy Vines, Poem Lines (a new normal) - Mayday! Heyday Gift Exchange

Well, this was a doozy! Sorry to everyone who had to deal with me lol but I hope this piece is nice! I got @queengiuliettafirstlady as my giftee and I really loved their OC for ikevamp! I hope they enjoy! <3 Thanks for letting me be apart of this event!!

Prompt: Ivy - Affection, Friendship, Fidelity

Jean had been feeling… odd, lately. So had she, of course, but she didn’t seem to mind it as much. In fact, Julia welcomed it with open arms. 

The first days of Julia’s arrival were odd for Jean. She was just so… new. Different. The soldier wasn’t too accustomed to change. Comte’s explanation about her appearance didn’t calm him much either (though, really, could anything Comte say comfort Jean?). It was as if she had no story, no past that he could define. All he knew was she had moved in to help around, and that was that. It didn’t help that Julia herself seemed a bit awkward at first, acting as if her own skin didn’t fit on her body.

At first, he avoided her. He didn’t even bother to try and talk to her, leaving the room as soon as possible. He spent far too much time fencing with Napoleon, and sometimes he locked himself in the library trying to figure out the letters of the alphabet.

It was only when Napoleon approached Julia that the schedule decided to change. 

The library was quiet, surprisingly. It was raining, occasional lightning flashing somewhere distant. Other than external noises, all that came from the library was the flipping of pages, scratching of a pen, and the few grunts of frustration. This cycle went on for a few hours. Well, until the door creaked open, that is.

Julia’s steps were light and cautious, as if one wrong move would cause the house to crash with the thunder. Jean looked up from his mess of children's book and quickly tried to hide them, to no success. “Pardonne moi, Jean,” she started, nervously fiddling with the dark hair laid on her shoulder, “I was just checking in on you. Mozart had told me you’d been in here all day.”

Jean looked at the pen he held incorrectly. “With the downpour, it'd be unwise to go out.” In reality, the soldier would rather not face the rain whatsoever. His desk had been tilted away from all the windows.

Julia nodded, huffing shyly as she looked away. Her eyes flashed over the pages of scribbles left about. Jean cringed. This was often the worst part about being in the library. Wretched people (vampires? He wasn’t sure about Julia yet) walked in and found the labors of his hard work. It was humiliating to watch their faces twist in all sorts of different ways. Vincent’s kind-hearted pity, Arthur’s mischievous glint as he prepared to tell Jean all sorts of undignified new words, Isaac’s bewildered stare, even Wolfgang’s dismissive shrug…

But this time, he watched as Julia’s face didn’t change. Still was the coy smile, the same intrigued gaze… she read over his papers with nothing but small fascination. “Is this the Ugly Duckling?” she said, pointing to the sketch of a little boy on one of his covers.

Jean nodded his head. “I suppose so.” Julia leaned down, inspecting a couple more sheets of his messy penmanship. “You’re getting really good at making this A, but it should be in two motions, not three,” she advised, quickly going to Jean’s side and tracing the letter to demonstrate her point. 

Jean was stiff when she came to him, but after her instructions… he calmed. Nobody had really offered to help before (Well, Dazai hsd once, but he wasn’t much of help. He tried to teach something, something… Kan-gee?) “Oh, and thisT is really good, too!” Julia smiled at him, before a sudden shyness reddened her cheeks and she turned away.

“Merci,” Jean whispered. Something about the way she spoke to him was… making him feel odd. Something strange and new and horrible. Horrible? It had to be. Anything that made him feel so alive must have been the worst thing to ever feel. Something… of that sort…

A moment of silence was shared between the two. “Um…” Julia hummed, pulling up a chair to the desk Jean worked at. A bolt of lightning struck again. “I could help you, if you want. Only if you want.” She offered. The thunder rolled over the mansion, slightly shaking the books and candles.

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“Jean!” Julia cheered the next day. “I found us some new books to read!” she ran up to the desk once again. “I also managed to find some Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes! They might be a bit under your current reading level, but that’s a good thing!”

Ever since their first session, Julia had become much louder. For once, the soldier didn’t mind the noise. Each time her voice came into view, his chest seemed a bit less heavy. “I even brought you some Rouge! I thought you’d need it, since you were having a busy day today.”

…

And the next few times, too. Every day, Julia returned to the library with new books and pens and papers and bookmarks, her eyes shining with excitement. Despite everything, they had created a schedule together. After everything in their normally busy lives was over, they’d meet in the library. Whether it be at midnight, noon, or sometimes before the morning sun rose, they’d meet. Every day, Julia would come in with books she happened to ‘find’ (no thanks to Comte’s donations), new stories about how her day had been, fresh bottles of Rouge or Blanc, and sit beside him. 

Every day, Jean’s words became more legible. Every day, he reads more words than before. Every day, he could even start reading the books his fellow residents had written. Julia’s eyes lit up at every new word he could sound out. 

The schedule did change a few times. But the most important changes were quite simple ones. Before Julia would arrive, Jean would write a letter. Sometimes, they were just three neat words. Other times, they were unorganized and messily written paragraphs. All describing thanks to Julia and her kindness. How he never would’ve thought he could learn so well until she arrived. How… he felt… different around her. How much he wanted to smile, but was too embarrassed to do so, imagining how weird a smile coming from him of all vampires would look.

But… the real most important change came a bit later on.

Jean was nowhere to be found. Early, Julia thought. At first. When she scanned the desk for his letter, she found it crumpled up in the wastebin beside them. Tilting her head, she went to pick it up and read over the contents. There was a brief moment of hesitation before she let her eyes glaze over the words.

Three neat words, once again. So clean that there was no arguing over any letter.

“I love you.”

To Julia, it was better than any love poem she had ever read.

[trainerbob23]

got any favorite ships? if not much of a shipping person i'd be really interested in knowing what other kinds of relationships and dynamics you're really into ^_^

Well, my favorite Kirby ships/friendships can go as follows

(Please note that I do not support proshipping and this is not a complete list of friendships and if you want to know more about who's friends .)

Kirby ships I like

Metadedede:

It shouldn't come as a surprise because I like both dedede's and Meta Knights dynamic and seeing the art based around the both of them makes me extremely happy,

Kirbfluff (platonic):

like oh my god, I seriously love the idea of fluff coming to dreamland and having such a good time with kirby and both of them seeing new heights like never before, it's such a crime that prince fluff only appeared in one game and that's it.

magoranza:

ok so this was introduced me to a good friend of mine back around 2022 on discord before I became completely active on the site, but seriously this idea is amazing to be honest of Magolor and taranza being together and just seeing the both of them feel so happy after the both taranza and Magolor had gone though (even sometimes it means little slip ups from here and there)

OC x canon:

alright let's get the elephant out of the room here. I love OC x canon and idc what anyone's tells me about it. Yeah it may be cringe, but I think that if you hc your original character is in love a pre existing character is good and it can even be a good idea for those who are starting out with shipping other characters and see where you can go from there.

Metasusie:

Ok it's a moreso of a ship I like to look at perspective and say "I think it's a cute ship". And i know it's a controversial ship, but I personally think that metasusie can be put into perspective how meta knight's and Susie's relationship have changed since the events of the original game, but many people have misinterpreted Susie as more malicious than she actually is and taken things like torture fics to be canon when there's really not that much info to go off of.

Friendships

The main four:

I really love the main four's (Kirby, bandee, King dedede and meta knight) dynamic so so much like it can be considered a found family if you will and I'm so grateful that the new Kirby games showoff this dynamic very well.

The animal friends: I'm surprised how the animal friends have not been in much Kirby games recently other than star ailies, to be frank the idea of them having a great time with Kirby and with them being different pets, Kirby like to play with them a whole lot

Gooey: gooey treats Kirby as a big brother in my hc and also who likes to think about a whole lot about popstar and the entire world around him as well.

Magolor: Magolor is extremely greatful to have Kirby as a best friend After what had happened thoughout the events of rtdl deluxe, He didn't want to ask for forgiveness at first, but he felt extremely guilty for what happened So he proves to Kirby that he can succeed and even change as a person. (even if Kirby has forgave Magolor)

Bandee: he is kirby's bestest of friends and would do anything for Kirby. After the events of super star ultra he would officially become Kirby's best friends and their relationship is so so important to me because both bandee and Kirby often are seen playing with each other or drinking apple juice or he is seen even humming the song to himself.

Marx: he may be a jester but he is good at tricks, in the manga where Marx and Kirby are friends (sorry can't remember the name) he felt extremely sad over the fact that Kirby didn't remember the playdate and even more they were/ still are best friends (well in my hc) (https://www.tumblr.com/kirby-manga-translated/725558045121363968/kirby-manpuku-pupupu-fantasy-volume-7-chapter)

Dark meta knight: I'd like to think after the events of amazing mirror and star aillies, he comes down to popstar more often to either draw with Adeline and to even improve as a person, even if it means being slightly annoyed at meta knight

Meta Knight: I personally think he is mostly Kirby's friend as well, and seeing how this was the first ever Kirby character I liked when I first played as him in smash bros. Him being shy when his mask breaks and in the anime I was inspired to make a fan-made episode script based around him losing his mask (which you guys should read by the way, https://www.tumblr.com/trainerbob23/689281680493723648/hey-everyone-i-just-wrote-a-kirby-right-back-at) this guy was the reason I even got it to this fan base in the first place and I'm really glad that happened

King dedede: originally rivals, but turned to friends and even great allies. I seriously don't know why the anime turned him into such a douchebag when in the games he has definitely changed for the better and I'm so proud of dedede for proving to himself that he can change as a person in his own character arc

I know this is not complete list of characters and that is fine. It will have taken me ages to do so. So if you guys want a complete list of all the Kirby characters. Let me know. I have so much to say about them

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【＃000.】 ＜－Chapter one

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Reminders; This will have parts so be patient, it'll be worth it I promise you<33 enjoooyy

English IS my first language, but I've spent majority of my life speaking my native language, so pardon my punctuation, grammar, spelling and error.

Reader is 12 years old so don't even think about it.

Constant editing btw😭

Btw please checkout my playlist I made for the reader and some ocs that'll be shown in the near future

PLYSLST!!! (I'm not good at making playlist sorry😭)

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－The heavy gravity that pulled you somewhere unknown made you confused, maybe even somewhere beyond confusion. You hated the way how you're experiencing this, you were raised in a fucking laboratory for God's sake, a laboratory where everything horrible to you was explained, and the idea of confusion scares you. 

You realise you've been on your head for too long, you have to curse the philosophical, existential crisis coping mechanism that constantly makes you airheaded. You looked at your surroundings to see a white void filled with… holes? You looked under your feet and noticed you were floating in 0 gravity. Your mind immediately jumps to conclusions.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"I'm in space!?" You yelled, and surely, your voice didn't echo inside the void. As far as you know－or you know you did, a void where 0 gravity exists, possibilities there will be no oxygen. Uh oh…

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Feeling breathless?" A tone asked you, appearing from a black hole beside you. You questioned… Why, where, what, when and how are you present in this space. And looking at the questioning figure beside you, yeah… He didn't have a face.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Creepy." You said nonchalantly to the 'person' who was popping out of the hole. When you've stated your opinion to him, he took this as an offence as he gasped then placed his hand on his chest. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Excuse me!? It wasn't my fault I turned out like this!" He yelled with him floating－yeah… floating－right in front of you, getting out of that black hole where he was previously. The sight of it? You found it rather disturbing, he was a completely white man. Like literally white, no face or ears, he was naked but his parts which were kept private weren't weren't there? You looked at him suspiciously and observed him, which he found more offending as he spoke to break the awkward silence.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Hey- Kid? Checking people out is rude." The white… man..? Yeah no, let's not call him a man just because he's similar to one. So it's safe to say that he's an individual. He was there snapping his fingers at you to get your attention, you ABSOLUTELY know that you're looking at him with visible judgement. But who is he to say you're checking him out? You almost laughed at his accusations as you spoke.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Checking you out? Please, I'm not even interested in… an abomination such as you." Did you have regrets saying that? No, did you have shame? Not at all either. Your cocky attitude may or may not mare him pissed off as he's on his way towards you, you suddenly felt that black hole appear behind you as he looked－is possible－immediately grabb ed your neck. His grip was tight but something made you feel like you're suffocating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"You're just like him…" His tone definitely reeked frustration and realization. Hearing upon his statement made you confused, which again made you hate it so you groaned in frustration. Heck, you absolutely don't have a mind what was going on, and your annoyed confusion leads you to deadly curiosity. You raised your brow at him while you asked with that deadly curiosity that lingered your mindless brain.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"What the heck do you even mean－"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"You know exactly what I mean." You were cut off by him with an intimidating voice, and you were sure without a single doubt. It definitely sounds like him. Shivers travelled down your spine frantically, and this worried you a lot. You're unable to stare at him, but he was able to look at you despite not having eyes to see. But you know that he's looking at you. 

Your eyelids widened at that realization, your senses reacted in such a way that made you feel a piercing pain on your head. You hissed at sudden pain and the highly sensitive reaction your senses told you. You were immediately pushed into the black hole with that guy's fingers wrapping around your throat, you grabbed his wrist as you furrowed your gaze at him. It was a hard glare of growing hatred. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Who are you anyways!?" And his response was a chuckle. A chuckle of growing confidence. This attitude somewhat made you disgusted at him with his cockiness.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"I am the Spot." He introduced, you could've sworn the name he called himself was already a circus itself－if not a circus then an industry of a god damn joke. 

With his dumb introduction, your back immediately met the hard concrete ground－surprisingly-! It didn't hurt, you sighed with vivid relief. But now… You found yourself in an unfamiliar place, it was dimly lit with the only source of light being a deep purple ambience. You grunted and so did he. You stood up and facing him with furrowed eyes, he looked at you as he made some holes appear behind him and some surrounding you. You clicked your tongue in response as you said.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Portals, huh?" A hand was placed on your hip as you asked with a little smirk, Spot then charged at you while he answered in agreement. His attack was too easy to read as you jumped above him and landed with your back facing his. In a blink of an eye, you webbed him to grab him by the back of his neck as you whispered.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"You better get me home… Spot." You commanded. This made Spot laugh at you, and sure as hell this made you annoyed as your father. The pressure and embarrassment you felt randomly when he did this to you made you return the choke with a deadly grip. You furrowed your brows as you repeated.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"I said… Take me back home, Spot." Again you said, and the only response to you was sending you to another hole and appearing in an apartment. Your grip was still with him, but what you did was to send a kick on his throat and slide yourself backwards to distance yourself from this abomination.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Oh no… I won't do that." Spot answered with him getting up from your attack, running up to you again with a slow pace. Looking at him trying to run and show an intimidating visual by laughing, you just know－what he's doing is highly embarrassing. He was running towards you like a coward, you couldn't help but slap your palm to your face and rub it downwards until grabbing your lips and groaned with embarrassment and annoyance for this grown ass adult.

Honestly－"What the fuck." Is your response, just when he's so close to you. He slipped to his own own hole－or portal, whatever the fuck you even call it－as he screamed with a cut off. 

You only looked at where he fell and stood there awkwardly, trying to collect what happened this day. Confused as you were, you shifted your position to look at the apartment you're in. You then let out a confused yet doomed－

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Fucking-"

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For my bb: @otaku-degenarate <3333 here u go(*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

[salmonthaart]

hihi uhhm. sorry if this comes off as creepy but i scoured both your blogs for info on pop and lock but unless i suck at looking for stuff i didtnt find much. you should totes tell me more about them

that's not creepy at all don't worry!!! i've never really posted any oc lore publicly because i'm not sure if people care, and boy do i apologize you having to look through my sideblog because Wow Is There Nothing Important On It, but i'm BEYOND elated to answer any questions about them!!! literally thank you so much for asking, you made my day 😭

i have a looooot of stuff about them written down on places like google docs, a discord server i infodump in, and also In My Head so there's a HUGE amount of previously untapped info about them just around, but i'll stick to their main things for now :)

(i also have a toyhouse, but i never finished setting it up, so i'll also probably post more oc stuff on that when it's done)

pINK Lemonade Official Lore Post™ under the cut!

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POP:

Pop is an Octoling based on the Flapjack octopus. They are genderfluid, and thanks to the benefits of the cephalopod form, change their physical appearance regularly just for the hell of it. They vary between masc-leaning and femme-leaning, but usually look some flavor of GNC. (Their physical build remains the same, think of it like how the player characters in Splatoon change their gender and hairstyle. Pop just does that whenever they feel like it.)

They are fruitily charming, outgoing, unserious to a fault, and smug. Pop is a lot more sociable than Lock, often chatting people up or making friends at unexpected times. They are well aware of their charm, but make an effort to be the more likable of the two. They like to introduce themselves first, leading to many close relationships with a lot of people that otherwise would never have talked to them. However, when they dislike someone, they make it VERY known. They are unable to hide their distaste towards anyone they regard as too annoying. They can get aloof at times, but are generally a very peppy and easy-going person.

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LOCK:

Lock is an Inkling based on the Whiplash squid. He is the composer and instrumentalist of the duo, and is very talented on the keyboard.

He likes to put on an off-puttingly brooding, "cool guy" persona, but when you get to know him, it becomes clear he is often neurotic and overly sensitive. He can be very visibly depressed, though he tries to play off his inability to take care of himself as part of his uncaring attitude. He pushes people away instinctively, but gets very attached to the people who love him despite this. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to healthily express his emotions and can get rather sulky and mean, leading his closest personal relationships to be... rather strained at times.

He also has a toxic and ultimately doomed relationship with Tide of Suit-Nami that both Shlubby and I have agreed is very fun to watch as it slowly burns. Sorry Lock, you're fated to lose the best boyfriend you'll ever have :')

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There's a lot more to both of their backstories, but for the sake of keeping things simple, here's a condensed version.

Lock was a trust fund baby pushed into idol culture that got shunted off to boarding school once he was deemed more trouble than he was worth by his parents. In a petulant attempt to be acknowledged by them, he regularly commits petty crimes and acts of vandalism, but is bailed out from afar every time to avoid his family name getting bad press. It's a real sore spot for him.

Pop had loving parents who encouraged them to explore their love for music, but after they got older and started posting their music to HueTube, they got relentlessly mocked for being cringe and were devastated. They went to boarding school in an attempt to escape their reputation and worked past their trauma by pouring it into their work and reclaiming their identity.

Pop and Lock were placed together as part of an idol internship program during their last year of school. Pop felt bad for Lock, and specifically requested him as means of lending a hand. Lock had previously avoided them for quite some time, but once they were forced to pair up he realized he had found his first genuine friend.

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and, special one-time deal, two extra characters! i literally have never posted (or. ahem. finished) any art of these two, but they fill out the gang behind the scenes and they occupy my brainspace just as much as pop and lock do :)

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MONA:

Mona is a halfmoon betta fish and handler-turned-posse-member of the group. She's an underpaid and overworked employee of the idol agency Pop and Lock are employed at, and was assigned to pINK Lemonade to keep them in check after they were involved in one too many incidents (read: PR nightmares)

She has a bit of a temper, as most bettas do, but over time has formed a real relationship with Pop and Lock and does not blow up at them as much as she does others. Their friendship has also helped her loosen up and not let her job consume her soul.

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CILAN:

Cilan is a calm, easygoing, tall inkling and the oldest of the four. He has long purple hair and seemingly permanently closed eyes. He's the group's resident eye-candy and secretary/flunky. There isn't a whole lot to his personality that I can say right now. He's just hot... sue me...

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Thank you so much for asking about my ocs!!

[bi-kingdom]

Trying my hand at writing once more. Of course, I’ve been obsessing over Wednesday so why not try posting this story I’ve been thinking of?

A little backstory on my character (Dani) - she has healing abilities which is why (she was sent away to Nevermore under the protection of Principal Meyer (another OC I made up for the sake of this). Her abilities are keep a secret even from her classmates. She is cut off from her family, and of course she has a crush on Larissa too. Ultimately she has to keep her abilities secret just in case the normies ever found out. Honestly though, if you had the insane ability to heal by any means how fast do you think the government would try to bottle you? Personally, I don’t know if I’ll keep adding to this but I just wanted to get the idea out there.

Dani knew Larissa and Morticia were close but the gossip at the school was that the falling out began with Gomez Addams. The night of that fateful Rave’N Dance where Garrett Gates died, Dani had worn a maroon pantsuit and her hair curled, she’d felt so normal for once. At least as much as she could in a school for outcasts. But once it came to dancing and interacting with her peers she felt as if she had imposter syndrome. Was this personality really her? Is she really this personable? As she talks and mingles she finds herself sitting with Larissa. Her friend Teddy bring the two into the same conversation, the three of them laughing until Teddy leaves to dance with her date.

“I’m glad you’ve set aside your books for the evening.” Larissa comments, appreciating the soft waves on the brunette before her.

Dani blushes, crossing her legs and trying to keep her eyes anywhere but on Larissa.

“Principal Meyer threatened to take back my studio room if I didn’t get involved more.”

Larissa laughs, friendly and polite but there’s a tug to her smile that makes it seem forced. Dani’s heart falls, noticing the depths that Larissa’s gaze withdraws to.

“I’m sorry, I hope I’m not monopolizing your time.” Dani shrinks herself away, head downcast and fingers fidgeting as she stands. “Your date probably misses you.” Dani tries to leave quickly, slipping out of her chair only to be stopped by Larissa’s hand grabbing her’s.

“I’m sorry.” Larissa drops her hand as if she’s touching fire. “Actually I don’t have a date.” Larissa looks to the floor, embarrassed.

“Riddle me surprised.” Dani cringes inwardly. “Sorry that sounded very corny.”

Larissa smiles at Dani’s attempt at conversation. “You’re fine.”

“Well if it’s an consolation, he missed out.” Dani remarks, gesturing to the shimmer of Larissa’s dress. That earns her a short lived smile. The sight of Morticia Frump and Gomez Addams taking center stage on the dance floor draws everyone’s attention and a fiery glare from Larissa.

Dani admits Morticia is beautiful in her own way, but the sight of Larissa beside her shining like a star tarnishes anything Dani could see in Morticia. She weighs her words, thinking of a way to offer her some type of comfort. Although the sound of your crush admitting their feelings for someone else is never easy to take.

“I think Gomez has different tastes in women than you’d hoped.” Larissa glares at Dani while she watches Morticia and Gomez end their dance, slipping away. “But I also think he’s an idiot for passing up any chance with you.”

Larissa’s gaze softens as Dani speaks, but she doesn’t notice, not daring to look at Larissa as she spills her heart. Dani can’t fully comprehend what it means to be a shapeshifter, but she’s overheard the numerous times a person’s asked her to shift into someone else. By some chance, this is her opportunity to let Larissa know she’s being seen. She takes a deep breath, diving head first into what she’s about to say.

“He can’t see how wonderful you are because he’s looking for something else. As much as you want him to look for Larissa - he’s only looking for Morticia.” Larissa blinks away all emotions as her eyes water. “But there’s someone out there that appreciates you for everything you are. That won’t ask for you to change your appearance to suit them better.” Her eyes widen. “Someone who sees you for the marvel that you are, just as you are.” Dani bites her lip as Larissa seems to search her face. “You’re beautiful Larissa. Maybe you don’t feel like it because you want to be his definition of it - but to me you are.”

Dani falters as she meets Larissa’s eyes, her heart hammering as the realization dawns on her soft features. Dani clears her throat.

“I mean you’re bright, you’re lively - hell, you’ve tolerated me sitting and rambling -”

“Dani.” Larissa squeezes her hand.

“Larissa, you won’t believe what Josiah asked me.” Dani and Larissa separate as Teddy suddenly returns for a sip of her drink.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?”

Larissa and Dani scramble to explain their close proximity at Teddy’s sudden appearance. Dani standing up and muttering about a paper she’d forgotten to submit, much to Larissa’s disappointment.

Dani weaves through the crowded dance floor like water, leaving Larissa to barely tolerate Teddy’s conversation any longer than a moment.

God I finally get to talk to her longer than a minute and I just absolutely sell my soul to her! Just poured all that out to her. Now of course she knows how you feel about her and then what!? You just took off. Walked away.

Dani fights her inner voice, berating herself from within as she walks through the rainy courtyard to the opposite side to retreat to her room. At least there she’ll be spared from having to think of her lacking social skills.

“Dani!”

She stops on the steps of the courtyard, watching Larissa put up her umbrella to meet her. Dani’s chest tightens, her breath caught in her throat. Larissa smiles at her, Dani’s heart catching as she draws closer, ethereal in her shimmering dress. Her hair beautifully sculpted to sweep across her temple. She’s like a dream.

And then the body hits the ground. A resounding splat in the mud that deafens even the thunder.

Dani’s eyes widen as Larissa screams at the top of her lungs, drawing the attention of the Rave’N dance attendees. But Dani’s eyes are on the boy lying in the grass at Larissa’s feet.

Like a puppet on strings, Dani steps into the rain. Mud squelches under her feet, her heels sinking so deep that she walks out of them. As if in slow motion she approaches the boy, her fingertips burning with white light as she outstretches her hand to pull the boy back from the brink.

Her torso is yanked aside, falling sideways into the watered ground beneath her. Principal Meyer’s glare is furious, drawing Dani back to reality. She looks behind her Principal to Larissa, the senior watching Meyer and her with fear and concern.

Dani drops her gaze and Meyer relents, chaos and fear erupting like a sprung well. Principal Meyer dismisses the dance and the students but Dani and Larissa are taken to make their statements for the Normie Police.

Meyer and Dani lock eyes as their Principal leads them into the Police Station, a look that doesn’t go unnoticed by Larissa.

Dani can hardly think, this boy is dead, at a school dance no less. And now here she is with Larissa Weems of all people. She was so close, all she needed to do was meet her in the middle…

And yet, she was so close when the Gates boy died. She could have saved him…

Evangeline would argue otherwise though, no doubt she’d scold her for nearly revealing herself.

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“What was that the other night?” Larissa breathes, Dani briefly meets Larissa’s urgent gaze. The senior towering over her in the library alcove she’d just dragged her into.

A well manicured hand had slipped over her mouth as a long arm snaked over her arms, her back pressed into the strong frame of her assailant. She was walked back into the alcove, the hand still pressed over her mouth as her captor lodged her into the corner, using their body to pin her. Truthfully she didn’t think Larissa would do this in such a public space. Albeit the library is the least used space at the school, all of this technology reliance…

“Dani.” Larissa’s voice brings her out of her thoughts. “I have some questions and I don’t think Principal Meyer would be overly fond of you answering.” Dani glances at her hand still over her mouth and the curves of her chest pressing her into the corner still. Larissa nods with a cheeky smirk, stepping back an inch at a time, ensuring Dani won’t run. Once her feet touch the ground again she huffs, fixing her uniform.

Admittedly though if these were different circumstances she might have enjoyed this side of Larissa.

Larissa snaps her fingers, drawing her out of her admiration. “Focus. That night. Your hands were glowing.”

Dani remains silent, Larissa huffing irritably.

“What was it? Why were they glowing?”

“You’re confused -“

“You’re an awful liar.”

Dani stares into the bright blue pools boring into her average brown. Dani grips Larissa’s arm, the senior reciprocating the action as Dani peeks out of the alcove to ensure they’re alone. The aisle is empty but the sounds of books being reshelved aren’t far off.

Dani returns to the piercing gaze of Larissa Weems. Unrelenting, towering, engulfing and intoxicating. Although that last feeling could just be her’s alone. But still, she’s carried this secret so long. None but her family and Principal Meyer know the extent of it. She doesn’t have to reveal the whole truth of her abilities…

“I’m a healer.” She whispers, her words ghosting through Larissa’s brain before her eyes close, her lips turning upwards into a smirk.

“Outcasts aren’t healers.”

“Outcasts aren’t a set definition.”

“Very philosophical of you. Now would you like to tell me the truth? The real truth too, not some garbage answer you’ve dug up in a book.”

“Fine. Don’t believe me.” Dani slides out of her grip like water, stunning Larissa at how effortlessly she breaks free.

“Dani.” She grabs her arm, leading her forcefully out of the library. “The truth. Now.”

“I told you the truth.” Dani snaps, yanking her arm out of the towering girl’s grip. Larissa stands to her full height looking down on her.

“Now you’re only 1 of 5 people that know.”

Dani storms off, furious to have opened herself up to Larissa, leaving herself so exposed and at the mercy of one of her peers. An idiotic idea.

She storms off towards her studio space, hidden away behind a towering portrait of a phoenix near Principal Meyer’s office. She presses the heel of her shoe into a stone in the hall, the portrait swinging open to reveal a doorway to her studio.

It’s well lit at all times of the day, with towering windows overlooking the school’s grounds below. Her research on medicines and poisons is scattered all around the room on various boards, bookshelves laden with various medical journals and textbooks stand behind her like sentinels as she flops into her desk.

She clutches her head in her hands, wondering how in the world she’ll be able to explain this to Evangeline later. The portrait guarding her studio swings open, Dani springing to her feet to meet the intruder.

Dani can already tell by the footsteps that Larissa followed her. The older teen takes in the sight of her studio before she finally looks at her standing in the middle.

“Lovely space you have.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I needed proof. Consider me unconvinced.”

“Then you’ll never be convinced.” Dani returns to find where she left off in her research, tucking herself into her desk once more as Larissa joins her, looking over the papers scattered on her desk.

“I just want physical proof.” Larissa sits on the desk, watching the red blush bloom on Dani’s cheeks.

“I don’t condone people getting hurt and I won’t condone it just to give you any proof.”

Larissa pauses, picking up a stack of papers and thumbing through them.

“Then let me ask some questions.”

Dani meets Larissa’s inquisitive gaze. “Fine.”

“What can you heal?”

Dani treads lightly, unsure if she can trust her fully.

“Cuts.”

“Any details would be interesting.”

“Any cuts.” Dani’s fails to meet Larissa’s eyes.

“Breaks?”

A pause. “No.” Dani frowns, furrowing her brows.

“Sprains?”

Again a pause. “No.” Dani looks anywhere but at Larissa.

Larissa stares at Dani, reading her just as easily like any of the books on her shelves. “You really are a terrible liar.”

Dani grits her teeth as she debates, weighing her options. With a sigh she relents, Larissa tilting her head with a sudden smile.

Dani with her guarded exterior acting in self-preservation. Defensive from birth, told to do so by everyone who she’s ever cared for. Larissa can see it, understanding now.

“You’re secret is safe with me.” She whispers, losing herself in those chocolate eyes. Dani blinks, relief welling like a spring in her. Dani continues to watch her and Larissa analyzes her chalk boards filled with diagrams of flowers and plants, toxic and non.

“Would you like to know what I’m doing?” Dani asks, joining Larissa at her side, gesturing to the boards.

Larissa nods with a smile, eagerly watching the brunette move about.

Dani proceeds to discuss her research into cataloging herself. The number of poisons she’s ingested and healed herself of, the extents she’s gone to understand herself. They find themselves sitting on the rug at the foot of the chaise lounge Principal Meyer gifted her for the room, the pair reading and doing class work together.

Larissa thumbs through her book, searching for the page she’d read her information from so she may cite it correctly. She flips the page of the old textbook too fast, gasping as quietly as she can despite the sting of the paper slicing her skin.

Dani looks up from her paper she’s writing, looking at the hand Larissa is still staring at.

Dani’s finger tips glow with bright white light as she pauses.

“May I?”

Larissa nods, removing the handkerchief spotted with tiny drops of blood. Her finger bleeds from the cut without pressure.

Dani’s fingers are warm as she takes Larissa’s hand in her’s, running her fingers over the miniscule cut that disappears in one soft caress.

Dani smiles, Larissa watching in amazement as Dani’s fingers dull to her normal skin tone.

“I know you said my secret is safe with you but…please don’t tell Principal Meyer. At least not until I get the courage to do so.”

“Dani to what extent can you really heal someone?” Larissa breathes, marveling at the brunettes as she diverts her eyes.

“I’m not sure.” Dani admits, her face attention carpet beneath them. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Dani gestures over her shoulder to the boards displaying her research.

The silence is almost deafening as Dani weighs the pros and cons.

“I came to Nevermore because I’d made a deal with my family.” Larissa leans closer, hanging on her every word. “My sister’s kidneys were failing. My abilities were the family secret that would pose a threat to my safety. If word ever got out of an outcast with the ability to heal by any means…” Dani trails off, watching Larissa’s reaction. The pair seem to think of the same thing. Normie and outcast relationships have always been tense, there are still some parts of the world that deal in torture, exile or even worse when they find an outcast. It doesn’t take much thought to realize how badly things could turn if Dani was ever found out. Imagine if she were, only to be overwhelmed by the sick, fought over by whatever governing body, experimented on…

Dani shrinks at the thought, her shoulders drooping. Larissa takes her hand, assuring her that she’s safe.

“I made the deal that if I could heal her I’d agree to be sent away. They could pretend I’d died, or ran away. Anything. I just wanted to help her. Sure the doctors might call her a marvel or a miracle but she’d be healthy.“

Larissa nods, squeezing Dani’s hand as she falters. The pair continue to hold hands as Dani recounts her tale, how her sister was healed over night and the fallout as the doctor’s were amazed.

“I miss them. But she’s doing so well. She’s married now.” Dani finishes.

“There’s no way you could visit? Not even secretly?”

“Maybe. In the future.” Dani sighs. “This was just 3 years ago and people still marvel at her recovery. You know how it goes. As good as my abilities are, there’s still the potential for things to go so wrong.” Dani curls into herself as they sit, homework abandoned. “It seems paranoid of course, but they could never live with themselves if something happened. Principal Meyer says there’s been rare accounts of so called ‘witches that healed’. They still ended up being burned at the stake.” Dani gestures to her work. “What do you think anyone would do if they seen what I can survive?”

“I understand Dani. I mean they’d probably try to bottle you if they could.” That earns a chuckle from Dani and a smile forms in the corners of Larissa’s lips, having eased then tensions momentarily.

Dani wraps her arms around herself, whether from the chill of the room or fear, Larissa can’t tell. But if it was the latter, she couldn’t deny the protectiveness planting itself in her heart.

“Dani.” The brunette looks at her with those dark, chocolate eyes looking as tired as a path of worn dirt. “I promise you. I will always look after you.”

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Silk & Cologne (4)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - link on AO3 (X)

Chapter 4: Society - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.9K+ 

Rating: G - No warnings here! A side for one more barf at the beginning. 

Summary: Peter B. gives Lisa a tour of the Spider-Society before Miguel debriefs her regarding the situation with her universe. 

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I ended up barfing three more times in the last hour. My throat was burning from the acid that was left over, and it pulsed every time I took a deep breath to calm myself. By then, Miguel decided he’d prepare something for me to help further explain why I was in another dimension. 

“That bracelet will help you keep from glitching during your time here,” He explained briefly before turning to leave. “Peter will escort you to my lab once you’re well enough to move around,”

Before I could even get a question out, he was already gone. Both him and Peter had briefly explained the Spider-Society to me. An elite task force of multiple other Spider-People from other dimensions. I had asked Peter how many Spider-Men and Women there were in the multiverse. He said there were too many to count, but that didn’t stop him from trying. 

“Let’s see, that I know of, we got Me, Peter Parker, Peter C. Parker, Scarlet Spider, Spider-Punk, Spider-Ham, Spider-Noir, Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, Spider-Gwen, Spider-Girl, Cyborg-Spider, Spider-Cat–”

I became immediately overwhelmed as he continued to list the names of all of the Spider-People he appeared to know at the top of his hand. There was a bubbling sensation in my stomach. That was when I barfed the third time. 

“Oh geez, sorry!” Peter B. cringed at the display as he gently used his washcloth to clean my mouth. “I guess I’ll leave the rest of the explaining to Miguel,” 

Spider-Doc checked my vitals once more before putting me through some physical exercises to make sure I could stand and walk on my own. When he was satisfied, he cleared me from his office. 

“Alright, you’re good to go!” He proclaimed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Spider-Man themed lollipop. 

“Thanks, Doc,” I took the treat in my hand, hesitating briefly before taking off the wrapper and putting it in my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that it was strawberry flavored. 

“Now from what it looks like to me, you’ve made it through the worst of the transformation side-effects. You’ll just feel a little sore and now with your throat, a little rough to speak for a while,” The Doc explained as I sucked on the candy. 

“Transformation. . . meaning I’ll have Spider-Powers now?” I asked him with a curious gaze. 

“Most likely,” He nodded. “it’s how pretty much all of us got our powers, with a few exceptions,” 

Me? Spider-Powers? Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline when I fully processed it, but my brain immediately went to that scene in Hannah Montana where Jackson was complaining about working in the basement of their house, having gotten bitten by a few spiders and was anticipating getting “Spidey Powers” as he called it before doing the web sling gestures with his hands and making the sound effects. 

Peter B. placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Easy now, don’t want you fainting on us again, or barfing for that matter,”

“Sorry I zoned out there,” I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment as I popped the lollipop out of my mouth. “Everything is just so–”

“A lot?” Peter finished the sentence for me. “Well, it’s only going to get a lot more from there,” He chuckled, snorting at his joke. 

I gave him a perplexed look before he immediately shook his head, waving it off. “Okay, that was awful, I’m sorry,” 

“Hey, an effort was made,” I reassured him as my expression turned sympathetic. 

“So, this is only a tiny taste of what the rest of HQ looks like. We’ll stop by the food court and get you some food before meeting up with Miguel,” He explained as he motioned for me to follow him outside. “Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour!”

I watched as he walked forward, the automatic doors opening as he stepped through and I could see the brisk white and red hallways. Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I cautiously followed him, raising my hand to shield my eyes from the bright lights of the room as we entered the main hall. 

What I saw made my jaw drop, my lollipop falling out of my mouth. The main hall was a giant room with walkways and pillars, allowing Spider-People to swing, crawl, and walk pretty much anywhere. I saw a Spider-Cop directing traffic, a Spider-Woman walking her Spider-Dog, I was so entranced by it all I almost didn’t notice a Spider-Janitor web shooting my lollipop from the ground and straight into a garbage shoot. 

“This is insane,” I gasped as I craned my neck to take in absolutely everything I could. 

“Come on, the food court is this way,” Peter tugged me along gently as I followed him down the hall.

He was kind enough to show me the normal route without needing to swing webs or wall crawl, taking a longer route. As we walked, it was hard to not notice all the stares and whispers from the other Spider-People around us. I hunched my shoulders as I tried to hide my face, shuffling closer towards Peter B. 

“I take it this doesn’t happen every day?” I asked him. 

“It has been a while since we got a new recruit to the team,” Peter B. answered as we walked, waving to some other Peter Parkers. “It’s definitely surprising seeing someone from your universe here,” 

I remembered in between my barf sessions, Miguel had mentioned that the dimension where I’m apparently from, Earth-1218 is one of if not the purest dimension in the multiverse. Superheroes aren’t supposed to exist in our world other than as fictional entities. 

I wanted to ask him further questions, but still feeling embarrassed about him seeing me so vulnerable, I didn’t pry on it. In that moment, I felt he was being patient with me, whether his intention was true or I was making things more difficult. But there wasn’t anything mistaking the sympathetic look in his eyes as he talked to me. 

If everything about my dimension is true, does he blame himself for what happened? 

Peter B. and I arrived at the cafeteria. He treated me to a Spider-Man 2099 decorative cheeseburger, fries, and a soft drink. I couldn’t help but smirk at all the themed items. So far this was becoming the most pleasant part of all this madness. The food did smell pretty good. Peter ordered the food to go so we wouldn’t keep Miguel waiting too long. 

I unwrapped the paper from the burger and took a bite out of it. It tasted pretty good too. 

“Like it?” Peter B. asked and smiled when I nodded passionately. “That’s good, that’s good. They’re some of my personal favourites to chow down here, but my favourite burger I’ve eaten is over in another buddy of mine’s dimension,” 

“Another Parker?” I asked him as I ate and walked alongside him. 

“No, no, Miles Morales,” Peter corrected with a soft smile. “He’s a really good kid. He’s been the Spider-Man of his dimension for a while now,” 

“Is he a member of the Spider-Society too?” I asked, smiling at the man. It looked like he cared for Miles quite deeply. 

I saw the look in Peter’s eyes as he paused, almost hesitating in his response before speaking, “Actually, no, he’s not. That part is a little complicated,” He suddenly became uncomfortable at the subject, his expression hanging low. 

I dropped the French fry I was about to eat back into the bag as I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, was I not supposed to–?”

“No, no, it’s okay, no harm done,” Peter B. reassured me as we came upon a large set of doors. “It’s just been a while since I’ve last seen him. I miss him. He’s still learning the ropes and stuff so he just needs a little more experience is all,”

Passing through the doors, we left the bright main hall of the Society and entered a dark, almost gritty hallway. The room was just light enough allowing us to walk across without bumping into any computer consoles or metal beams that held the room together. 

“Ah, there you are!” A female voice spoke up as a small digital figure appeared from thin air. “Perfect timing, Jessica and Gwen are here too!”

I jumped seeing the hologram, clutching my bag of food closer to my chest. “What the?!”

“Whoops! Sorry about that, didn’t mean to scare you,” She apologized with a snicker. “I like a good jump scare, I can’t help myself,” 

“Lisa, this is Lyla, Miguel’s personal AI. She helps manage and run things here in the Society and monitors the multiverse. Lyla, this is–” Peter B. introduced me to her before Lyla zoomed in on my face. 

“Lisa from Earth-1218! I’ve been dying to meet you! Wait, I need to document this historic moment,” Lyla brought out her own virtual phone as she turned the camera to face us as she snuggled in close. “Selfie!”

The camera snapped, capturing a picture of the two of us. 

“Lyla, is that you over there?” A familiar tenor voice called out. 

“Oh, that’s the boss, shouldn’t keep him waiting. Don’t be shy now, he may look intimidating, but he’s harmless deep down,” Lyla winked over at me before flying off forward. “Yep! They’re here, Miguel, I’m bringing them to you!” 

Peter B. motioned his hand out, gesturing me to go first. I followed Lyla’s lead as she flew and zipped about the hall. We turned a corner and my lips parted open slightly as I took in the towering platform above us. 

It was littered with holographic screens and computer consoles and mixed in with it all as Miguel. I watched curiously as he reached over, grabbing some sort of injection device, attaching a green vial. He lifted it to his shoulder where part of his suit dematerialized, showing off some of his skin as he used the device to inject the serum from the vial inside of him. As he turned around, I saw the iris of his eyes change from a glowing red to a calm brown and our eyes met. 

I stopped, initially caught off guard by the gesture. Like I was a little kid getting caught by their parents doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. My cheeks flushed slightly as I averted my gaze, not meaning to stare longer than I did. It didn’t help that I could feel his gaze still lingering on me. 

“Now that everyone is here,” A new voice caught my attention as I looked over towards Jessica Drew. Her dark hair was puffed out in a perfect afro with yellow glasses and matching hoop earring. She wore a red suit and belt around her waist that highlighted her pregnant belly. “Shall we get started?”

“Yeah, sorry about the wait,” Peter B. apologized as he stepped forward, looking up towards Miguel. “I got her some food, I figured she’d be hungry after, ya know. . .”

Miguel watched him briefly before using his red glowing web slinger to swing down from the platform, joining us all on the ground floor as he stood between Jessica and who I quickly assumed was Gwen. “Are you feeling any better?” 

I nodded gently. “Yes,” 

“Good then,” he nodded back. “Let’s not waste anymore time,”

Lyla appeared beside him as she did a gesture with her arms and suddenly white lines pulsed on the floor like a rain drop causing a ripple effect in a pond. A pure white light tree grew from the floor below us, its branches growing larger and stretching about the room until their structure and design resembled a spiderweb. Multiple webs in fact.

“This is. . . everything. All the dimensions and universes of Spider-Man connected into one giant web. They each go through canon events that push their universe’s story forward,” Miguel began as he reached his hand out and dragged the hologram along, showing us a specific web. “This is Earth-1218. Your dimension,” 

I stepped closer towards the hologram. It was strangely beautiful to look at. While the other webs were highlighted in red, mine was coloured in blue. 

“Your dimensions laws of physics and nature are so pure, that the very concept of a superhuman existing is out of the question. The science is not there,” Miguel went on as he slowly stalked around the hologram and came to my side. 

“What about the Spider that bit me? Did it come from another dimension?” I asked. 

The very question brought the memory of the Doc Ock fight back into Miguel’s mind as he replayed the moment of tossing him towards the Spider containment over and over again. He sighed, seeming tired and defeated. “Yes. Inter-dimensional travel is extremely dangerous unless you have the right tools. The spider slipped into your dimension, and when it bit you, it caused your universe to experience unplanned canon event,” 

He used his hands to zoom in on the web and upon closer inspection I saw that some of the blue lines were pulsing with white light. Like a spark of electricity. “What is it doing?” I looked over towards Miguel with a look of concern in my face. “Is my universe in danger because of this?” 

“Your universe appears to be trying to repair itself. If Peter and I didn’t find you when we did, more damage could have been done. Your universe is deciding whether or not it will accept a real Spider-Woman. Not just from your stories. If it doesn’t, the effects could be irreversible,” Miguel responded with a grim look. 

“What about. .  if I will become Spider-Woman or not?” I asked with uncertainty. 

Miguel looked at me for a hard second before web shooting my empty food bag and tossing it into the garbage shoot. I still had some fries left too! 

Miguel raised a cocky brow at me as he placed his hands on his hips. “There never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be,” 

“But Miguel,” Gwen’s voice perked up as she stepped forward. “She’s going to have powers now, right? She can’t just not use them, can’t she?”

“Gwen,” Miguel’s voice hung low as he shot her cautious glance. “Unless she wants her universe to not exist anymore, she doesn’t have a choice in that,” 

“But what if something happens that’s out of her control and they activate?” Jessica asked. “She’d be vulnerable,”  

“Out of the question. She can’t be Spider-Woman,” Miguel stated firmly. 

I coughed loudly into my first, gaining everyone’s attention. “May I say something,” I looked up towards Miguel. “Please?”

Surprised by my sudden outburst, his iris pulsed red briefly before a curious expression showed on his face. “Very well,” 

“If I can’t be Spider-Woman in my universe to preserve its existence, then fine, if it means protecting every life there. But what if I could still be Spider-Woman here?” I asked. 

“I see, you’re on to something,” Peter B. smirked, nodding in approval.

“What is she talking about? Like joining us?” Jessica looked between us all. 

My gaze returned to Miguel, my eyes pouring into his. “Train me. Let me practice here so I can better control these powers so they don’t accidental go off on me while I’m living my life,”

Miguel stared at me with a dumbfounded expression as he sighed, brushing his hand over his face and hair as he turned to the side, the gears in his head turning. 

“I understand that preserving the Multiverse is very important to you, and I want to help you in any way I can,” I stated. “But without all of your guidance, I’ll be going in blind,”

Another sigh escaped Miguel’s puffed lips as his gaze glanced back towards me, sizing me up. “Lyla, ask Margo to construct a gizmo for Lisa, please,” 

“Already did as soon as she came in,” Lyla winked. 

“Gizmo?” I repeated with a bewildered smile. 

“The Gizmo is a watch that will allow you to travel between other dimensions. In your case, between here and your dimension,” Gwen elaborated as she approached me, taking her mask off to reveal her side cut blonde hair with pink dye, eyebrow piercings, and navy blue eyes. “I’m Gwen, if that wasn’t obvious already,”

“Lisa,” I smiled as the two of us shook hands. 

“The fate of the multiverse may depend on your cooperation to this plan of yours, Lisa,” Miguel lectured softly as he stepped closer towards me. “Do you swear to only use your powers within the vicinity of the HQ?”

His stern, intimidating stare sent a shiver down my spine as he towered over me. I sucked in a breath, gulping before I stood firm, nodding my head. “I swear,”

There was a hint of a smirk on Miguel’s face as he hummed before reaching a large hand out towards mine. “Then welcome to the Spider-Society,” 

“You won’t regret this, Miguel, I’ll train hard,” I smiled as I shook his hand. His grip was firm, powerful compared to my smaller hand. I pulled back and silently cheered. “I’m ready to get started, the sooner the better!”

I fist bumped the air and felt a rush of energy course through my arm as something squirted out from my wrist. I looked up to see web fluid shoot out into the air. It hovered briefly before making a harsh descent, right into Miguel’s face. 

The room was silent as everyone looked upon the display, eyes widened as Gwen tried to hold in her laughter. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. “I’m so sorry! That doesn’t count does it?”

With a quiet grumble under his breath, Miguel swiftly brushed the web fluid off his face, casting it aside as he shot me a tired glance. “Like you said; The sooner the better,”

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[the-raging-tempest]

🍪🍫🍕🍟 for lariel and zrise!!

Thank you Romeo!! Sorry this took me a minute. Also I do be doing the classic Dolly rambling. Hope I make sense. LMAO A heads up for general content warning for the last answer from Zrise.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

Lariel allows herself to be much more sentimental than Zrise. She's the type to horde letters, books, flowers, objects. Things she ties to memories. She's the one who I imagine keeps all the gifts she's received and writes heartfelt thank you cards. I think to think of specific objects I can think of three off the top of my head. The letter Eithon sent her saying he would attend her birthday party. The stuffed bear honey Zrise treasured as a child. A necklace given to her by Venan. It's cheap junk that broke at the clasp after she got it but she still keeps it. Lariel is a very objects oriented person. Not in greedy or materialistic sense. She just likes to have little emotional totems and remembrances. It's also why she likes to keep a journal.

Zrise is more sentimental than he really allows himself to be. He strikes me as the kind of person who gets rid of/loses most of his things. Because he believes he'd rather not remember. He'd rather not be attached to the past, and wants to live in the 'now'. That doesn't stop him from actually regretting getting rid of those things when the whim of nostalgia strikes him. He also just doesn't own a lot of personal items. Anything he collected in Galt he had to leave behind. He doesn't often stay at the estate in Nerosyan. So if you were to see his childhood bedroom it would be surprisingly not personal. If things are kept in their it's usually because of Lariel. That said. Tattoos are the one way I see him being sentimental. Some might see it as strange for a guy who sees his mortal form as something he's fighting. But his first tattoo was of the black swan with the dagger. Baby Zrise who was edgy but not as jaded and missed his sister. I believe Zrise has a third tattoo I have yet to share (because I haven't decided on it's appearance exactly.) I also always joke that if Zrise were to fall for someone he's the type to get a sappy sentimental tattoo and then worry it's cringe as he's about to show it.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

Lariel can think almost anywhere. Unless she's doing some soul searching, then I imagine she'd actually like to be alone but where she feels connected to he world in other ways. Like a were nature is flourishing, where she can see the sky. I imagine she's prone to wondering and walking as she thinks. (I also project onto her as I do this irl) She sometimes just bursts out random words. Like when she remembers something embarrassing or funny.

Zrise is often avoiding thinking. He doesn't often WANT to go and think. I imagine if he really is soul searching willingly… (rare) similar to Lariel he'd wander. Until he found a place secluded enough that he felt like no one could find him. I imagine he's locking himself away or just so far off everyone's lost sight of him. Something he used to do as a child. Go hide. But often he's thinking against his will. LMAO

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

Lazy days for Lariel is an interesting idea. She spent so much of her life locked away. If she wasn't studying or doing lessons she was doing 'leisure activities' that could be seen as productive. I think if she were to just 'be lazy' for a day. She'd eat sweets, read a romance novel, and take a nice bath.

My boy struggles with this kind of idea. He kind of needs something fun and distracting enough that he doesn't have to all his negative thoughts surface, but also something that isn't important enough that the 'obligation' part of his brain activates. So I see him more so needing a 'lazy day' still needing to be something where he goes out and does something he hasn't before, or has multiple activities. Like a party where there are games. He can be competitive, but not overly invested as too ruin the mood lmao

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

I love how this one is phrased. Because there's a huge difference between one's characters are willing to admit or not.

For Lariel, her easy to admit ones are things like, sweets, indulgent novels, basically what I said would be her 'lazy day' Hehe.

As for ACTUALLY guilty pleasure…. this is hard… I think a part of her that would never admit it is that she revels in a certain kind of person getting taken down a peg. She'd never admit it nor would she ever be the person who DOES it, but I can see her not putting up much of a fight when certain people start facing harsher consequences. She has a prideful streak. Which means she won't often 'stoop so low' but she is drawn to people who often WILL. Characters who will be rude where she will not. (Unless they just do it to be mean. She doesn't like that.)

For Zrise, the ones he admits and wears like armor are vices like, drinking, sex, and drugs. He doesn't mind advertising.

The middle point would be dangerous risky behavior verging into self-harm because he believes he must 'suffer' or 'repent'. He would not explain himself but he does act in a self-destructive nature often.

This kind he doesn't admit… Would be things like his deeper sense of sentimentality. Reading things that remind him of 'simpler times'. Holding fondness for things honesty and kindness. Things he enjoys that do not serve a greater purpose. The moments where he wears his heart on his sleeve. People watching, in the sense of just not wanting things from people and just watching them. But he thinks that's weird.

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I unfortunately lack the time right now to go through the list, so use this as an excuse to answer any of the OC questions you want. If none in particular, answer every single one.

(cracks knuckles) Here we go :)

This is the OC ask list, by the way!

I’m gonna answer them all so…. Be prepared.

And, Doll and Grace, if you’re reading this since you got pinged, hi. Forgive me, there’s a lot of text under this cut.

Doll, you were mentioned because I discussed shipping OCs.

Grace, you were mentioned because I wanted to share your Sketch design with the world.

Love ya. Sorry. Let’s get on with it.

Your Oldest OC:

That title would probably have to go to Rynne! I’ve had her for several years now, and she originated as a cringe sona-but-not-it’s-like-me-but-a-sadist-with-a-scythe sorta characters. Gosh, she’s so old, I have no relevant art to show of her!

Your Newest OC:

It’s been a while since I’ve developed a truly new OC…so it’d have to be Drisco and Castarian. They debuted in the mind at the same day, but Castarian made an appearance later so technically he’s the newest!

Favorite OC:

I don’t have an overall favorite… but I do pick and choose favorites from each story I have. A couple of my favorites include Maroon, Jay, Switch, Dislan, and Rynne.

Any Villain OCs?

Go read Masked.

Plenty! Outlander, of course, but we can’t forget Dhá-Aghaidh, Jynx, or Dr. Kruger, now can we?

Main Reason For Making OCs:

Mostly for story reasons that spawn. However, I do have fandom OCs, (and some of them happen to be the most well-known!) but I will inevitably end up working them into a story. OCs spawning from roleplay is a rare sight, and it’s only happened once… believe it or not, that’s how Karmin came into existence!

Describe Your Character Creation Process:

Step 1: Concept for a silly guy comes into my brain.

Step 2: Come up with a basic design for them to be changed later.

Step 3: Inflict soul-crushing pain.

Step 4: Have so much fun inflicting pain that I have to remind myself that it’s supposed to be a story. Suffer without coming up with actual story elements.

Step 5: Receive divine inspiration and everything comes together and I’m so fucking back baby.

Repeat Steps 5 and 6 until done.

Fav OC Ship:

Castarian and Drisco. They’re not a couple, but they have feelings for each other. They each blame each other for their deaths and refuse to see the other’s way. They separated themselves and feel the crushing loneliness l, but when they’re together they can’t stop arguing.

Drisco wants nothing more than to HURT Castarian, but only HE can hurt him, no one else, since he is the only person Castarian has wronged.

Castarian hates Drisco’s facades, violence, and methods, but those are what helped him in life. Drisco holds the power to make Castarian feel good about himself… and he’s dependent on that.

Do You Ship Your OCs With Someone Else’s OCs:

For everyone else who doesn’t know, my OC Jaide gets to be in a doomed yuri with Sky (the asker’s OC!! Hi Marci <3)

But I do have quite a few characters shipped with those belonging to @corrupted-tale. Like my OC Dislan and her OC Pix. And my Narrator with her Lady Luck.

Weirdest OC:

I’d have to say Bi Solomon earns that title. He’s a fascist furry who reinvented capitalism in a post-apocalyptic world. (And by furry I do mean he’s a Creature btw).

Favorite OC Design:

I REFUSE to let that achievement go to Drisco so Night! ILY Night!!!! You’re so cool and gender and badass!!

Not the greatest picture of it, since it actually has 4 arms and a cool-ass sickle… but oh well.

Would You Consider Yourself Nice To Your OCs:

Go read Masked.

Haha, not at all. They all suffer underneath my thumb, no matter how beloved they are :)

An OC You’ve Killed:

The easy answer are OCs like Jaide, Levi, Drisco, and Castarian, since they’re ghosts and that’s their whole gimmick.

It’s actually rare for me to kill off OCs and leave them forever, since I feel like they die before their potential is fulfilled. But the previously mentioned fascist furry Solomon dies (good riddance), and I have a pantheon of gods that get slaughtered in a different story!

Are Any Of Your OCs Parents:

Go Read Ma

Besides Jaide, I do have some others! I have a royal family group of OCs, with King Leonard and Queen Beatrice being parents to a chaotic group of kids.

Dr. Kruger, while not physically being a dad, is burdened with being a single father as punishment for being too William Afton core.

Are There Any OCs You Find Yourself Neglecting:

Each OC has gotten their time in the spotlight, but I haven’t developed all of the characters from that royal family. And I have waning interest if the cast of Ora and the Rift in Time…

There are concept OCs I neglect since I dunno what to do with them. Like Brittlebrine. He started off as a cool concept for exactly one day and then I never thought about him again. And I’m still conflicted on Devon…..

An OC that’s difficult to write/draw/rp:

Vipsi’s hard to write, despite having little screentime. She lost her mind, but I don’t entirely know how to write insanity arcs. Not to mention that I didn’t really know how their story should go…

My entire godly pantheon is difficult for me to draw (except for Lux, since I’ve had her design figured out). I don’t have finalized designs for some of the less important gods, but the design ideas are difficult…

Out of the few OCs I’ve roleplayed, Karmin has been the most difficult (which is ironic, considering she originated from one). I have to actively consider what is going on in her brain and how to present it in a good way. But it’s okay since she’s only ever been in two rps ever.

Your Tallest & Shortest OCs:

My shortest is probably Gemi! He’s less than 4 feet tall. Truly a little guy.

And my eldritch being OCs are the tallest. In their most incomprehensible forms, they’re about 40-70 feet tall? It fluctuates, since they’re impossible to comprehend. But they’re very large.

Your Oldest and Youngest OCs:

As much as I’d like to say my youngest is Levi, he was born 500 years before Masked present! That means that Ora is likely my youngest, being 7 or 8.

Just like with height, my eldritch being OCs take the cake for being the oldest. They’re all billions of years old, except for Thirio and Tsumi. Epithymia is the oldest of them all, but if Nova were still alive, he would’ve won the crown.

Do You Dislike Any Of Your OCs?

Mr. Bi Solomon deserved that bullet to the brain. See you in hell, you corporate motherfucker.

Have You Ever Made A Self-Insert?

Oh yeah. My sona Doodle doubles as a self-insert when I don’t want to make an entirely new character with a flat personality since they’re based on me.

Branching off of Doodle thanks to some sort of evolution is a self-insert named Sketch. Sketch is what happens when I want to ship myself with characters, but they will be the star of the SPM fic I have planned!

Here is the current design for them, made by the lovely @gracebeth3604! (Cropped to avoid spoilers </3)

An OC Regret:

I have OCs that spawned from ideas that I didn’t fully know how to handle well, or problematic media. They were all from when I was younger, though, so all is forgiven and those OCs have been sent to the fiery oblivion.

Weeeelp that’s all of it! If you’ve read this all, I’m super impressed! Thank you so much, but you’re gonna forget all this. I hope it was worth it to you! ❤️

[strawberrys-starship]

So I watched Star Trek 2009 again and decided to do some more in depth note taking this time around, and decided to post it here. I'll be honest though most of it is me pushing the mcspirk agenda and complaining about the uniforms

Disclaimer! This constrains spoilers for this movie and also Star Trek into darkness, I will also say here that I am an autistic queer man, and I refer to a lot of Spock's behavior as autistic, if that is something that makes you uncomfortable them maybe you should skip this post.

Also the spacing is weird but I'm not gonna fix it, sorry :/

Anyway! Onto the post itself.

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So I'm watching this movie again, I feel like I will like it much better now that I have my own twisted perception of this movie 👍🏻

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It's unfair the amount of power this soundtrack has over me

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This movie is truly beautiful, the uss kelvin is a gorgeous ship

And the sounds?? Ugh, I love it

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I love the fake out they did there, I know so many old trekkies in the theater were like "THERE THE ENTERPRISE!!! LOOK AT HER!!! THERES THE BRIDGE!!! Oh wait..."

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I love the funky shape the kelvin has

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Ok so, what era are these uniforms supposed to be in? It's not the same ones from Archers days, and even though this is *technically* the point where the timeline diverges, these uniforms had to be canonical in the prime timeline too bc obviously hey were wearing them before they discovered the anomaly.

I'm guessing they just wanted to show that it was in the past? I'm pretty sure these uniforms were invented for this movie specifically.

We're only 1 minute and 43 seconds in.

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Yea that ship is pretty damn scary

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Oh em gee is Chris Hemsworth, wonder what he's doing here

Side note, when I first watched this I thought he was actually Chris Pine, but I kept going like "hmmm something ain't right here" yeah doofus you got the wrong Chris

It's even funnier when u know that I'm actually a big MCU fan and did a whole marathon of all the movies like a year ago, just full on did not recognize Chris Hemsworth

("Wow Lynsey, you're an MCU fan? How cringe!" Yeah whatever I know, I know, it's got a million and ten problems with it, but hey I love a good fix-it)

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Fucking side note- this opening battle scene is gruesome as fuck, I remember watching this the first time and just being like "damn, three minutes in and already we have bodies flying through space??"

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Ok so is this canonically what future romulans look like?? Bc this is not what romulans look like in any of the other shows, including SNW but that's all in the "past" so...?

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I do find it interesting how many different species they have in starfleet here, because again up until the very minute that wormhole appeared, this was the prime timeline (which begs the question, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO KHAN??) so that means that in TOS they also technically would have had several other species in starfleet at any given time, obviously we don't see that in TOS itself bc of primary budget issues (that's why Spocks makeup wasn't super inhuman and stuff, bc they didn't have the money to put a regular character in super complex makeup every episode) but this little detail opens up a window of possibilities that I find really fun

Like because of this movie, my TOS crew of OC's has an Orion and two Vulcans in their senior staff (I know I know most Vulcans at that time wouldn't be caught dead in starfleet but they're my dollys and I get to decide what they look like!)

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I'm back like, an hour later!

Let's get right to it!

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He really does like like Chris pine, like I'm not going crazy, am I?

Is it just a Chris thing??

But yeah I can see why all the fics are like "Jim looks EXACTLY like his dad" cuz yeah they kinda do look like brothers if nothing else

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Again I wonder what the theater reaction was to that "Kirk!? JIM Kirk?? But I thought he was played by a different blond twink!"

(Listen I'm sorry to say it but Chris Pine was a twink in this movie, it's just the truth! He gets more twunky as the movies go on, though.)

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It's so weird to hear Chris Hemsworth speak with an American accent, or at least his attempt at one

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Do we ever hear about this captain like, ever again?

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I love the romulan language dude

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Wait so do the romulans just straight up not have the eyebrow ridges? Like I think I read somewhere that sometimes they don't have them, but it looks like this entire crew doesn't have them

I'm confused

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All I can hear when I look at Nero is the wackes bonkes audio that was going around on TikTok like, two years ago

Idk he just gives me that vibe

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Spack! :D

Also I'll say right here right now, I do not support this ending for Spock prime!! I will give her a happy ending even if I have to forge it with my own to hands!!

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GASP 😱 we're in the past!

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I hate the fact that I had a Once phase, because all I can see is Emma so to me it's like a really weird crossover fic where Emma Swan and Thors child is Jim Kirk

What a mix

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GASP! 😱 what ever will he do!

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He sounds soooo confident that the baby will be ok

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Them both being blond and blue eyed gives me the ick

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Damn, poor Jim. Now he's got a million and ten allergies.

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Ok ok ok I know this is supposed to be super emotional (and to be fair it is pretty emotional) but with all the fics I've read and fan content I've consumed where Jim's dad dying kinda fucked him over and Winona leaving him as soon as she could just makes me apathetic towards them.

So... yeah.

And I know none of that's canon (I don't think? We'll see as the movie goes on and I remember shit) unless I've missed a book or ten somewhere that provides all this extra information (like where frank came from, sam leaving, basically all the troupes we see with most AOS fics)

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Damn, I gotta say that's pretty traumatizing

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Star Trek!!!

Yep, we just got to the title sequence :)

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Baby Jim!!

Ok so canonically Winona is off planet

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I do love the fact that Jim listens to dad rock. Why? Because I listen to dad rock!! And it's very important to me that Jim does too!!

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Ok so from the fics, that is supposed to be Sam, right?? But is that confirmed anywhere?? Also they never said who was on the phone, I just knew because of the fics

Where did all this extra info come from??

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Oh, nope that's some kid named Johnny oops

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Let's hope that we don't have cops in the 23rd century, thank you.

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The trauma. This kid.

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SPACK!

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If I'm not mistaken (I probably am) this is one f the first good looks we get at an actual Vulcan city, right? Like in TOS we only got the ritual grounds, in TOSM we got the other ritual grounds, and then the other other ritual grounds, but we never really saw a city of any kind, did we? It's been a minute I might be mistaken.

And then in TNG, we only really saw some of Sareks home and not much else of Vulcan, but then again I haven't watch the majority of Trek so maybe in Voyager or one of the other shows we see more

Anyway, I choose to believe that Vulcan cities look way more colorful then this, you can't convince me otherwise!

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When the Vulcan children are in the learning sphere it makes it look like the floor is actually a really big doughnut pan

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BABY SPOOOOOOCK 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

SHES LITERALLY THE SMALLEST BABY IN THE WORLDDDDD HOW CAN YOU BULLY HIM YOU BASTARDSSSS

GAHHHHH I LOVE HERRRR

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My question is what Vulcan would think this is logical behavior. Like I know that they're xenophobic and like obviously they couldn't care less about logic when it comes to that so it doesn't really matter, but you go up to possibly the golden standard of Vulcan ideology and act like that?? And then say he's the one who's illogical and out of place?? Look In a mirror bud.

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BEAR HIM UP! BEAT HIM UP! BEAT HIM UP!

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I don't know how I feel about Sarek being British

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Sarek I'm not entirely sure that's what they intended when they made you ambassador to earth 💀💀 but I see where Spock get her "Ah yes, it is perfectly logical to have sex with my human captain and the CMO, it builds respect and is a great team exercise."

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Sure bitch

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It was so random to cast Winona Rider as Spocks mom, I'm not complaining ofc, I love Winona, but just so random

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See, I can't just let her be killed off when she's that damn nice. I refuse! Amanda lives!

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Idk what kind of gay little outfit this is bust it works for Spock, honestly. Idk I just feel like he can pull it off but if anyone else wore it it'd look ridiculous.

Is that because Spock is my favorite and therefore can do no wrong?

No! Be quiet you!

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YEAAAHHHH!!!! GET 'M SPOCK!!! TELL THEM WHATS WHAT!!! BE A BITCH!!! FLIP THEM OFF!!! TELL THEM WHERE THEY CAN SHOVE IT!!!!

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I literally love her so much.

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The one bar in Iowa 💀

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I never know how to feel about this scene.

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Jim Kirk you literally bitch. I love him with my entire heart.

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Kirk...

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Jim Kirk is a gay bitch (he's bi but still)

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KIRKKKK 💀💀💀

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Ok that was unnecessary. :| fucking 2009.

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Kirk: you can whistle really loud, did you know that?

I... cannot tell you how much Jimby Kirk means to me. Just- he is so absolutely important to my wellbeing. I love him so so so much.

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I want a tiny star ship salt shaker

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It's also very important to me that he rides a motorcycle, because I love motorcycles

Can you tell I'm very heavily attached to AOS Jim Kirk? I don't know how good that is for my health

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WEAR A DAMN HELMET YOU DUMBASS!!! YOU CAN STILL CRASH!!!

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The Enterprise 🥹

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Did they just let him in? No questions?

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BONES! BONES! BONES!

LET ME SEE HIMMMM!!!!

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BONESSSSSSSSS!!!!! THERE HE ISSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I just- they all mean so damn much to me

I also identify with Bones so much because I too am a southern queer

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Ok I'm sorry, I love Karl Urban, but again I am a southerner and this accent... 💀 I just can't

It's so damn funny to me

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You look a little love struck there Jimby 🤨🏳️‍🌈

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Ahaha I hope nothing bad is about to happen

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Ok no the romulans do have the eyebrow ridges, they're just not very prominent

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Wakus bonkus

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:( Spock prime

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I'm sure he does, I bet he studies your ass every second he gets 💀💀

Also I paused just as they cut to the scene with Jim and Gaila 😬 that's fun.

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Ok- first off, very interesting that Uhura doesn't even blink at Gaila being in her underwear, but then proceeds to undress in front of her

Gay? More likely then you think.

Also, can they stop making Jim a creep? Thanks.

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Well. I can confirm I am a gay man.

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I love her tone here

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Bones is over this shit

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BISEXUAL BITCHY KIRK!!!

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Jim 💀

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SPOCK SPOCK SPOCK!

THERE SHE ISSSS

LIGHT OF MY LIFEEE

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Kirk 💀 why must you cheat

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I can physically hear Jim's thoughts going "oh no she's HOT" when he saw Spock stand up

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First off- I love how Spocks the type of autistic that makes too much eye contact, like this whole time he's just 👁️👁️ LASER focused on Jim's face

Second, that's a lowwwww blow Spock 💀 damn.

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Gehhsjchdishsjs I feel sickkk

I hate that I know what's coming.

Honestly, I started writing fics just so I can fix this kind of thing, bc in my mind Vulcan is not destroyed! Fuck you!

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(Don't mind me just reading the name plates of all the admirals)

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SEE BONES IS INTO SPOCK TOO!!!

THEYRE ALL GAY!!

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(Ok I need to stop for now cuz it's late and I have things to do, I made it 35 minutes and 29 seconds through!)

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(I'm bAAAaaaack!)

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Bones hair flying in the wind 💀 he looks so disgruntled

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How tall is Chris Pine? I didn't think he was very tall but he towers over this random commander

Maybe that guys just short tho

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Bones, you poor poor fool, you're so in love with Jim. One kicked puppy look and it's all over for you

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Gehhhhh I am not here for the Spock x Uhura relationshipppppp

The worst part is, is that I honestly think Spock and Uhura could work, not in these movies obviously with how abhorrently they write Uhura to be a #girlboss (and then they did the same thing with chapel in SNW) but I think that if it was written by someone who like, actually cared about the characters then I feel like it could work

But also that because I headcanon Spock using he/she pronouns and being just all over the queer spectrum, and I also headcanon Uhura as the number one lesbian of the year, so I think the dynamic between those specific headcanons would be very interesting to see

Anywho!

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Ok now that I'm looking at this relationship through the lens that they are both lesbians I don't mind it as much

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BONES 💀 YOU ARE SO GONE ON THIS MAN

"Just sitting there looking all pathetic" HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH JIM ARE YOU KIDDING ME

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I... fucking love Bones so much. I can't even put it into words

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THERE SHE ISSSSS THE ENTERPRISEEEEE

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It seems my opinion on the new uniforms has not changed. Idk what happened but I just do not like how they redesigned the classic tos uniforms, it feels like they took the sparkle out of them, whatever that means

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Spack! :D

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Ok like. Why do the uniforms just look like a tee shirt and jeans? They don't look like a uniform!!

I also hate the longer cut on the shirt, the higher waist line from tos along with the sleeker pants just looked better to me

ALSO WHY DO THE DRESSES HAVE SHORT SLEEVES??? HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TELL SOMEONES RANK WHEN THEY DONT HAVE THE STRIPES???

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And then the delta just printed all over the shirt but there no texture to it... it's like those cheap bodysuit cosplays you can get online where they just print whatever the character is wearing onto a polyester bodysuit that warps whenever you stretch it too far

And the shirt isn't tailored at all!! It's so baggy!! Like Spock was looking at her station, kinda leaning over, and the collar of his science blues was like sticking out because the shirts fit like shit!

Anyway... I got big feelings about these uniforms

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I ALSO hate how they attempted to make it look like the shirts were sewn like they were in tos (y'know with that weird shoulder seam they had? I don't know the name of it) but then they're actually just sewn the normal way?? So there's like, double the seams??

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Sulu!!

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I literally love the dynamic between Bones and Jim so much. He just knocked him the fuck out without even blinking. I love it

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Chekov :(

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One of my favorite things that Bones does is follow Jim around with a regenerator because he knows that Jim Will Not sit still long enough for him to like actually do his job normally so he's had to adapt

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THAT looked like Jim was gonna kiss him

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Haha..ha... I wonder why they're drilling into the surface of Vulcan... it'll probably be fine...

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Spock is like "what a reckless and intriguing man. I Must Have Him"

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I saw that glance gay boy

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Damn this movie is actually kinda intense

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I hate that I know what's gonna happen

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✨Spock and her autism✨

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THAT WAS A GAY ASS LOOK KIRK

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That guy reminds me of the Skyrim guards

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Godddd that is so damn scaryyyyy

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Fuckkkk that is so. Fucking. Terrifying. Instantly vaporized.

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My question is why didn't they immediately start evacuating Vulcan the second they could

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God. I feel physically sick knowing what's about to happen

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God.

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Gut wrenching.

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Six billion.

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God damn.

On a side note, I find that I don't mind the relationship between Uhura and Spock as long as I imagine that they're either in a QPR or are lesbians

I still don't like how they reduced Uhuras character to being Spock's girlfriend tho, especially in into darkness.

Anyway. I'm still reeling over Vulcan being destroyed. That was fucking devastating. I can't even think about it

This is why 90% of my AOS writing either takes place during the academy or is an AU

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Who the fuck is Nero's actor?? Why do I recognize him??

One sec now I gotta look it up

I looked him up and I literally don't know him from anything except Star Trek, so I guess he just reminds me of someone else but idk who

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Ok but. Romulus was destroyed because the star went supernova, not because the federation or Vulcan went after it, right? Like I'm not misremembering that, am I? Guess we'll see.

Like I know Spock got there too late to save it, but Romulus is still gonna be destroyed?? If anything he just made it far less likely that Romulus will survive now that most of the Vulcan scientists that came up with red matter are dead.

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I fucking hate those thingssss

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I love that Kirk is already in the captains chair, he's just that much of a bitch

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They totally just wrote that in so Spock could nerve pinch someone 💀💀

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Damn. Really just dumped him on an ice planet

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Run bitch!!

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Spock :(

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Oh my god. The look in his eyes. How does anyone expect me to be ok after that.

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Heart wrenching.

Spock hasn't seen her Jim for decades. Possibly even a century. And the first time she sees him again, he doesn't recognize her.

And I know, I know, timeline shit, but like, could you imagine how devastating that is? To see your lost loved one and them just straight up not even know you? And Vulcans feel emotions so much stronger too.

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Yea so see? They didn't personally destroy the planet! It a was natural space disaster! And Nero probably just fucked up any chance of them being saved from it!

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Man, now I want to watch TOS again so I can see Spock happy.

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Spock to McCoy: I understand that James Kirk is a ""friend"" of yours

It's ok you can call them boyfriends

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These southern phrases they have Bones saying are insane 💀 not once during my life as a southerner have I ever heard someone say that, and I hear weird shit come out of other southerners mouths every day. We make shit up, but nothing that damn complicated 💀💀

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SPOCK YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT 💀💀💀

SHES LITERALLY GOT A SMIRK ON HIS FACE RIGHT NOW

I missed bitchy Spock 💕

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WHAT AN ABSOLUTE BITCHHHHHHH

Sorry McCoy I don't think you can come back from that 💀💀💀💀💀 Damn

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Ok no need to be racist McCoy

Or xenophobic, technically

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Oh don't worry Spock prime, Jim's tiny little human arms got the door, just keep on walking down the hall

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SCOTTYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

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THERES THAT CHAOTIC SON OF A BITCH!!!

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YOU DUMBASS 💀💀💀 I DIDNT KNOW HE USED ARCHERS DOG 💀💀💀

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AOS Scotty is one of my absolute favorite things in the world

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Kirks over this destiny shit, man

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And then Spock prime breaks that rule himself 💀💀 I think she just didn't want to deal with her angsty younger self

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Fuck Spock prime doesn't even know this version of his mom is dead too

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WAHHHHHHAHA 😭😭😭 THAT OLD FRIEND WAS JIMMMMM BECAUSE HE FUCKING CHEATED THE SYSTEM ALL THE TIMEEEEEE

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you got this Kirk, don't worry about it

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There was way more water in that pipe then that

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Spock: un-fucking-believable. He found his way back onto the ship. I Must Have Him.

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Ohhh shit here comes one of my absolute least favorites scenes. THE PAINNNNN

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Oh my goddd like I know why Jim is doing this but it HURTS and it makes me want to DIE

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Oh my god oh my god STOP

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STOOOOP

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GET EM!!! GET HIS ASS!!! SHOOT HIM INTO SPACE!!!

But not rlly cuz I love him

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And that single shot of Kirk changed the entire fandom. For the better? For the worse? Who's to say

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Scotty 💀💀💀💀

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Yeah fair 💀

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Oh my goddd the cut of these shirts bothers me SO MUCH

THEY LOOK AWFULLLLLL

IT LITERALLY TURNS EVERYONE THAT WHERES THEM INTO A SHAPELESS BOX

except if you're a woman, then that thing is tailored to your body like a glove 🙄

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Its guns-UH-blazing, McCoy! Get it right

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I can't explain in but Spock is standing in a very autistic way

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WHAT IS THIS LOOK SHES GIVING KIRK RIGHT NOW

"Vulcans don't show emotion" MY ASS!!! SPOCKS ALREADY SMITTEN!!

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They are standing veryyy close

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OK WHAT WAS THAT SLAP SOUND EFFECT 💀

And Spocks face after 💀💀 pure regret

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Ok no thanks I'd rather not see them make out

😐

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Gaygaygaygay

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Kirk "oh wow that weird, wonder why it called u ambassador, that so random" 💀💀

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YALL CANT JUST STARE INTO EACH OTHERS EYES LIKE THAT WHILE STANDING TWO INCHES APART AND THEN CLAME THAT SPOCK AND JIM ARE 100% CISHET

I WONT BELIEVE IT!!

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Spock finding a chair that swivels on its own fascinating is extremely autistic

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Dude the Vulcan ship is literally so damn cool

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Whys this damn thing got no safety rails?? Isn't this a ship from the future?? I figured you'd be at least a little concerned with safety, holy shit

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I really thought Nero went "FUCK!!!" But he was just saying Spock 💀

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Jimbyyyy Kirk, what a sad lil boy

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And that's how you break several ribs

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Ok damn I got chills when the enterprise appeared

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"Jim!" "Bones!"

HOMOS!

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OH MY GODDDD THEY ARE LITERALLY FLIRTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MEEEE

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The enterprise looks so tiny

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damn, got chills again

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GAY

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Ok one sec I know that this is like an "omg Spock and Spock are talking!" Thing but-

SEE THEY KNOW HOW TO TAILOR SHIT!! THAT PROFESSOR UNIFORM LOOKS GREAT ON SPOCK!! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH THE OTHER UNIFORMS!!

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Spock prime knows exactly what's going on. She really said "that's gonna be one of your husbands, couldn't get in the way of that lmao"

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AGAIN EVEN THE ADMIRAL UNIFORM LOOKS BETTER THEN THE STANDARD UNIFORM!!

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Gay! They are GAY!

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GAY AGAIN!! THEY ARE ALL FUCKIG GAY!!!

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AHHHH THE ORIGINAL INTRO ;;;0;;;

IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING

also that was the end of the movie! I didn't time myself this time around, but I would say all in all it probably took me like three hours to watch this movie, maybe more

Anywho! Maybe I'll watch into darkness again soon so I can cringe (not that I don't like the movie, it's a fun time, but there are some bits that are just... yikes, y'know? Namely Khan)

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hii i love your ocs they look amazing could you tell us more about them?

hihi if this is about the new sketches i just made then there's so much i could tell you about them and at the same time so little things to talk about..... but let's go you're in here for a ride this is gonna be long

So those ocs are from left to right: Eli, Gala, Gavriel and Loreto, all belonging to the same universe, but i've had them for so long that their stories and world building and everything has changed so many times that nothing about them makes sense really (and i'm considering changing everything again to be less fantasy,, maybe, idk). Let me tell you about each one of those in order now under the cut:

> Eli: full name Elijah but i'm considering changing it to Elías because i don't want any of my ocs to have an english name anymore. This one is my favorite of favorites, he is my babygirl and my wet piece of gargabe of a son <3 He's the main character of my oc world and any other oc i have revolves around him somehow. The thing about this guy is that he transforms into a dragon and this only makes sense because i made him when i was 13 (and i am 24 now), so please bear with me... i was an early teen and that was the coolest thing to me at the time... anyway everything about him, from his story to his appearance, has changed multiple times but i kept that trait (the dragon thing) because i think it's funny but it also makes me cringe every time i have to say it. Also he's my pfp. Sadly the only thing i can tell you rn about this guy's story is that he's been travelling and surviving on his own for -reasons- and meeting new people through his travels, nothing specific because, again, i might change everything

> Gala: probably the most recent one out of these four, still from 2017-ish so she's been around the block for quite a while already. She's one of the only who's story probably stayed the same through all these years. She's the daughter of a duchess who rules/controls over a region and its people, so high class, rich and likes to show it. She has an older brother who was one of my favorite ocs for a while. In relation to the oc stories, Eli had to work for her family for some time and they grew close together, even though he was there to just do chores around the house. Gala doesn't have any friends due to her position and appreciates the company of someone her age even if it's a house worker and lower class. She's just a plain human tho, nothing fantasy or magical about her.

> Gavriel: or Gav/Gavi for short. I made this guy around 2016 for a roleplay group thingy and eventually, when that thing ended, i threw him into the pit that is this oc universe because i liked his design. He and Loreto (girl on his right) are both orphans and grew together as siblings. He had some weird "powers" i don't know how to describe without a doodle for you to get an image of it, but the origin of those has changed so many times already i don't even remember most of it. In older iterations of his story he had been experimented on and that's kind of how he got it i think?? his sister thought the experiment was gonna be good for him but it just fucked him up (i know this makes no sense i'm very sorry)

> Loreto: the older out of ALL of my current ocs, the first drawing i made of her was in 2011/2012 i believe, she belonged to another oc universe, looked far different and had another name, but i rescued her for this one because, again, i liked her design. She's around 15 years older than Gav and used to be like the mayor? of a town? She was more of a villain without meaning it really, that's the only backstory thing i remember about her right now, sorry. Also, she's missing half an arm and sometimes uses a mechanical arm as a substitute but it obviously doesn't work the same as a real arm. Gav braids her hair every morning since she can't do it by herself.