#Gonna end up as his own tag in my blog eventually | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mushroomnoodles · 7 months

Text

info

mush/noodle · he/him · 21

read the FAQ?

hi. i draw sfw, nonfetish mpreg. of simon petrikov. i dont take requests unless im particular to them + simon related. but im willing to discuss and answer questions you have abt the whole.. mpreg simon thing lol, and you're always welcome to suggest things you want to see pertaining to my content, just uh.. be patient, and be aware im only gonna post simon stuff lol. i dont do a/b/o either. my blog is very fluff + angst forewarning. i aint afraid to touch heavier topics but i try my best to tw them accordingly.

i have a group of running aus and sometimes my content isn't just mpreg. im extremely uncomfortable with proship. please dont be horny on my art, i will block you. other than that im pretty chill

my art tag is #i have a mproblem, i also have #golbaby and #golbaby +1000 if youre looking for the baby or them in 1000 years. #my style is for works in my non-at art style. au tags beneath the cut :)

MAIN TIMELINE AUS (morrigan is the child of GOLBetty and the Simon in the show)

#plainvanilla the default timeline. the au color is purple. #wizardbetty (petrigrof semi-fix it au where simon is brought back in time into an alternate universe where betty survived as a budding wizard in the nuclear fallout, where he has to navigate the apocalypse while pregnant. eventually, morrigan creates a portal back to ooo, and the two try their best to get back to normal life while raising golbaby and trying to relate to humans from a time that is not their own.) the au color is blue.

#spicywizardbetty (similar to wizardbetty but simon is brought to the present day in her au. betty has full MMS and thinks he is her universe's simon come back to be with her.) the au color is the same blue as wizardbetty's.

#replacement dad (morrigan kidnaps an ice king from another universe and uses their transmutation abilities to change the wiring to bring that simon back and change the crown's appearance enchantment to make him resemble their dad. this simon, referred to as Imon or Ice Simon, is kept in morri's pocket dimension while they "fix" him.) this au has no set color. #bad end. (au where morrigan is unable to break the seal placed on them and is born 6 months after their due date; exhausted from trying to break the seal for so long, they drain the life of everything around them and it ends up killing everyone in the candy kingdom. marcy is a chaos creature now and pb is a monstrosity akin to the mother gum) this one is super angsty! the au color is grey. #forever seal (au where the seal placed on morrigan is extremely powerful and meant to be permanent, or at least until pb can figure out how to neutralize golbaby's powers; simon runs off shortly afterwards and is desperately seeking some way to break the seal on his baby. a wanted man, he travels ruins and hunts for artifacts and researches spells, while trying not to garner any attention from the townsfolk he lives with.) the au color is dark green.

#creaturewizards (arguably the most canon divergent, where wizards are all different kinds of mythical creatures. simon was turned into a sphinx and retains the species after being digested by GOLB, where betty becomes a harpy before becoming GOLBETTY. when she impregnates simon, he is expecting a whole litter instead of just morrigan.) the au color is brown.

MAJOR AUS (these universes do not feature morrigan as a golbaby, and the simons, betties, etc are different)

#candyworld (au where simon and betty are recreated as candy people, with betty being the candy elemental in pb's place. eventually she gains proper sentience with no candy person dumb dumb and overthrows pb, becoming the incredibly territorial candy witch.) the au color is pink.

#vamparents (au where simon and betty are vampires in the vampire king's inner circle, known as THE HANGED MAN and THE WORLD separately, and THE LOVERS together. betty was ambushed by a vampire before the mushroom war and was turned, before biting simon to save him from death by radiation poisoning.) the au color is maroon.

#lichtrikov (au where the host body The Lich chooses is the corpse of Simon Petrikov, unwittingly incurring GOLBetty's wrath. there is an alternate timeline of this where she impregnates him with a child meant to punish him forever by rendering him useless.) the au color is green.

#magic morri (au where magic betty and ice king stay together and have morri, who is then taken and raised by pb and marcy) the au color is teal. #dreamtime au (very tiny au following a dream i had once where magic betty turned ice king back into simon successfully after learning he was pregnant. ice king's personality is not entirely gone.) the au color is very loosely dark blue, but doesn't have a set color either.

79 notes · View notes

morning-sun-brah · 1 year

Text

Below is my TMNT Master List, but I have some thoughts I wanted to make sure were apparent since this post is pinned!

So! Thoughts/rules of engagement for this blog.

- Saying hello is always great! And asks are fine too! That said, I cannot promise I will always respond, nor that I will write anything for an ask. It’s gonna have to really speak to me.

-I write a lot of smut! I am a whole adult! Anything I write with explicit content is between consenting adults and will be tagged as such. PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! If you are here for the Rise/HP Crossover, follow my secondary blog that is SFW, here!

- Pro BLM, LGBTQIA+, Woman/Feminism.

-This blog is pro LGBTQIA+ and will not tolerate any homophobia or terf talk. Period. Easiest way in the world to get a block is if I see even a hint of terf leanings from a person engaging over here. I am currently in the midst of a Rise/HP Crossover and we are UNKIND to the original author. If you share any of JK's opinions concerning the validity of Trans Women and Men, this blog isn't for you! Anything HP related I highly recommend you steal. Do not give that monster any of your money.

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

TMNT Master List!

So, I'm not sure that I have *quite* enough works to justify this, but I'm gonna do it anyway and just keep adding to it! Fic's are linked under the cut!

*The turtles are all adults in the NSFW fics*

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

Rise TMNT:

When I Say Forever NSFW, Leo x Reader

Nothing to Say SFW, no romantic pairing, Leo and Casey, angst

Thick Thighs Save Lives- Part 1 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Ruin Lives- Part 2 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Attract Eyes- Part 3 PREQUEL! SFW(ish), Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs No Lies- Part 4 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Worth the Wait NSFW, Leo x Reader, fits into the Thick Thighs Storyline but can be read as a standalone

A Romantic Comedy, Starring Leo Splinterson SFW(ish)- (cursing, mild description of medical procedures, some angst), Leo x OC, any smut will be presented as one shots, multi-chaptered, ongoing

On a Scale from One to America NSFW(ish), Leo x Reader, Entry for the All 4-1 Challenge, I chose the prompt; Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.

Send it NSFW, Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader, inspired by all of @donathan's tactical art- go and follow them!

Once More, With Feeling (Tactical Donnie Part 2!) NSFW Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader

And They Were Thick Thighed Lab Partners NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A collab with the fantastic @buthowboutno! It... it might be an April Fool's fic. BUT, if you stick with the cringe, there's real smut towards the end lol. ALSO!! There is a podfic! You can listen to it here!

Silk NSFW, Mikey x Male OC, Long hair Mikey and his journey from enemies to lovers.

Marked NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Eventually will have a second chapter. Hate sex with a little bit of feelings at the end.

Hunger Pains NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Donnie enjoys his favorite meal.

Spare Change NSFW, Donnie x Kendra (Kendratello), Complete, 2 chapters.

RISE! COWBOY/WESTERN AU (ongoing);

This is a series that was SUPPOSED to be a two-chapter fic about Donnie robbing a train. It is... no longer that.

Flight of the Dove NSFW, Donnie x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by the absolute gem that is @unknownfanartist

The Pigeon's Perch NSFW, Leo x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by @gemini-forest

Of Starlings and Sparrows NSFW, Raph x OC (OC is owned by @beckerboopin), COWBOY/OLD WEST AU.

art by @unknownfanartist

RISE! HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER AU (ongoing);

Until I Reach You Again, a ROTTMNT/Harry Potter Crossover, Collaborative Work with @alycornz, and @stormy-nyx SFW- (cursing, mild canon typical violence, general unkindness for JK Rowling because she is a terrible human).

Bay! TMNT:

This will probably have ~more~ because I do love these boys.

Like You Mean It NSFW, Raphael x Reader, A gift for @turtle-babe83 and a "tumblr exclusive" Whoo!!

03 TMNT:

Aaaalllll the way back on 2007 I wrote a Reader x OC fic. It was finished, but since it's 16 years old the plan was to re-write it on AO3 and make it less terrible. It is a slow process and it may not even happen considering how fixated I am on the rise-verse atm, but if you wanted to cringe you could find it on ff net. Either way, the one I am updating is linked below!

A Light in the Dark NSFW (eventually), Raphael x OC

#rise of the tmnt fanfiction #leonardo x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt x harry potter crossover #rise of the tmnt harry potter crossover #fanfiction #donatello x reader #03 tmnt #03 raphael x reader #raphael x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2k3 #2k3 ninja turtles fanfiction #pwp #rottmnt fanfiction

419 notes · View notes

darling-i-read-it · 1 year

Text

The Spencer Mansion

STARS Office Part 2

Part 1

Albert Wesker x fem!reader, Chris Redfield x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: canon level violence, Wesker toeing the line of using the reader and being in love with her, Chris thinking the reader is dead, canon level injuries

Tagging: you all mentioned wanting a part 2, I hope you don't mind that I tagged you! <3 @boywivlove @fanartcollectorwriter @chaotic-fangirl-blog

Author’s Note: A lot of people have suggested I do a part two to stars office and I always meant to but never got around to it! I hope that you guys like this. Id be open to a part three (and hopefully do it quicker this time around lol). Thinking for part three that I could do two endings, one for chris and one for wesker....

I also added this request to the plot : @zedonna , If not that, then maybe a possible scenario where Reader replaces Richard? Instead of Chris finding him and Rebecca, he sees reader with the snake bite (someone he is close to and harbor feelings for) But for extra angst, maybe chris doesnt find the serum in time and comes back only to find Rebecca has abandoned a now deceased Reader. ( Totally not what happened my first playthrough with Richard) Thank you, anything is appreciated!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The tension in the helicopter was poignant and undeniable. You wouldn’t be there for long but the emotions hung in the air like dreamcatchers, haunting and sticky. Wesker hadn’t said anything about Bravo Team and no one had asked him. You hadn’t personally heard a thing about Rebecca since she left the day before, or any of them for that matter. The air held onto the fear of the moment, not knowing what you were going into and not knowing if you would come back. It didn’t help that you were sitting across from Chris, who didn't want to make eye contact with you.

You felt bad. You knew that you had slept with Wesker to get back at him but Albert was right. He hadn’t actually made a move. It wasn’t your duty to control Redfield’s emotions, especially not so close to the field.

Jill was waiting for the right moment to ask you about it. The day before you had been best friends with Chris but now you were wearing the wrong shirt, clad with the hickies to match the rumors. Wesker hadn’t let up - why would he? What was everyone gonna do, tell the boss? He had an especially confident aura about him this morning. It was attractive. His jaw set and his disinterested eyes made him that much more alluring.

You tried to avoid eye contact.

“Bravo Team’s crashed helicopter is just below us. We’re going to land there and fan out in search for them. All contact has been lost and we don’t know what we’re going into,” Wesker announced, standing up and grabbing the railing above his head. “Think on your toes and don’t try to find each other if you get split up. We meet at the mansion if needed.”

There were a couple curt nods. Chris pretended not to listen as he looked out the window at the helicopter crash. His face was laced with concern. He cared so genuinely about all those people. Your helicopter lowered, slowly. You held your gun tighter as you got up, preparing to exit. You remained in line as you left, landing eventually on the ground below.

Jill moved forward to investigate.

“Stay low Vickers,” Wesker said into his comm. His voice was robotic now. You barely recognized the man you had been with last night. You came up behind him, gun held up, a flashlight in your other hand.

“Yes sir,” Brad responded. The joking manner in his voice left with the sun. It was now tension filled and dark, a low hanging fog creeping in around the eerie crash site.

“I don’t see anyone,” Barry exclaimed, from a little further in another direction. Wesker opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a growling noise coming from the crash. Everyone who heard turned their guns to face it. A dog emerged from the grass, teeth bared and slobbering. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed. How had a dog gotten all the way out into the middle of Raccoon Forest? You barely had time to think of solutions when it snapped, jumping forward. It went at Jill, who was closest. You moved forward to grab her arm and help her up, unable to distinguish the noises around you.

Dogs were barking. More than one. You could hear people running, commotion happening. No one ever prepares you for the silence of the moment. There’s no background music to justify the violence. It’s just you and your thoughts, or lack thereof.

The helicopter rose.

Wesker yelled something, something at Brad in the helicopter. But he was leaving. You turned to try and find Albert but it was too dark. You and Jill ran in the direction of Barry, who you could make out. Chris was behind you in a second and then you had more companions than not. You were glad to be running the same way as them.

You weren’t sure where you were going, or where this supposed abandoned mansion was. But you followed Jill’s stumbling direction regardless until you reached something that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

Barry and Chris opened the doors as you and Jill shot aimlessly into the dark, hoping to hit a target. You backed into the mansion and the doors shut. The silence was deafening. Heavy breathing and large open air but no longer any dogs. You breathed again.

“Good, you made it.” You turned around to face Wesker who was standing in the middle of the room. He was breathing slightly heavy but it was nothing compared to the rest of you.

“You take a shortcut or something?” Chris questioned, bitterly.

“I told you to follow me after Vickers got spooked.”

“Got spooked? Those were rabid dogs Wesker!” Jill pointed out. She peeked out one of the windows. Now that you were inside, you could take in your surroundings. You were in a grand hall, doors on either side and two staircases going to the level above you. The light on the chandelier was on.

“I thought this place was abandoned,” you pointed out.

“It was,” Wesker muttered.

“We should probably investigate it then. See who else is here. It might be Bravo Team,” Jill offered. Wesker nodded curtly.

“Well there’s no going out that way,” he said pointedly, gesturing to the front door. You could still hear the faint scratches of the dogs on the other side.

“This place is huge. There’s gotta be another way out,” Barry offered.

“Jill, Barry, you take the left door,” Wesker said. “Chris-”

“I can go by myself,” Chris noted. He gestured to the right door. “Try to keep your hands off each other.” You knew he was just hurt but it didn’t wound you any less.

“We really should try to stay together,” you offered.

“Let him dig his own grave,” Wesker offered sharply. Chris could’ve been swayed before but now he was gone, going up the stairs. You huffed out.

“We’ll meet back here in five, after looking around,” you said, looking at everyone. Chris waved his hand, Jill and Barry gave a disregarding nod. You opened up the door to the left and was greeted with a small room. There was a statue in the middle.

“Fucking Vickers,” you muttered. You moved your hair out of your face and looked back at Wesker. “Did you know he was gonna do that?”

“Of course not,” he offered. He tried the door at the end of the room. It was locked.

“You can shoot it.”

“And waste a bullet on a door?” He gave you a dumb look. His glasses covered his eyes, making it unable to get a read on him. There was a curtain on the other side of the door. You moved it aside.

You raised your gun.

“Are we gonna talk about it?” you questioned, turning the corner.

“What is there to talk about?” He was following you.

You side eyed him.

“I told you, I don’t do it often. In the eye of danger, I give into impulses.” You refused to believe that was all it was. The way that he held your face…that couldn’t have been conjured up for looks.

“Alright,” you grumbled. “And the way you acted towards Chris this morning?”

“Will you focus?” You rolled your eyes and entered the side room. There was a man passed out on the ground. You rushed forward to him, leaning down, gun still at the ready. Wesker hung behind you. You reached at his neck to check for a pulse, unable to see his face. You got nothing. You looked up at Wesker, about to tell him the unknown man was dead, when the man moved.

You jumped, scampering back. Wesker raised his gun. The man stood warily, unsteady on his feet. You crawled behind Wesker as he shot without so much as a warning. The noise echoed off the small hallway. Wesker shot the man three times but he still stood, unaffected. His mouth opened, drool coming from his face. He didn’t look…human. He looked like he was dead, like his pulse.

One more gunshot from Wesker in the face took him out. He fell back down. Your eyes were wide, breath heaving.

“Be careful. Things don’t like to stay dead around here.” You looked up at him, amazed or annoyed you couldn’t tell. He offered you and a hand and helped you up.

“What the fuck was that Al?”

“You know what it was.” You wanted to tell him you sure as hell did not know. You thought about Night of the Living Dead. You thought about Evil Dead. Wesker turned to leave, leaving you amazed in his wake.

“Albert was that a zombie?”

He didn’t answer you. You reopened the door to the main room. You were happy to be in a larger space but now every corner was menacing. What was lurking where you couldn't see? Jill and Barry came from the door across the hall.

“There’s something there! A monster!” Jill exclaimed. You ran to her, out of habit. She was one of your best friends and her distress sent you into protection mode. Suddenly you wanted Chris back. You looked up to the stairs, searching for him.

“We saw it too,” you said.

“We have to separate and find a way out of here,” Barry explained.

“This place is huge!” you argued.

“Where’s Wesker?” Jill asked. You turned around. He was gone. Where had he gone? He came with you into the main room hadn’t he? You opened up the door again but he wasn’t there.

“He was just…he was just here!”

“Chris?!” Barry called up the stairs. You were scared. The fear petrified you in your spot. Where were they? You didn’t want Jill to leave your sight. You wanted to stay planted right next to her.

“Oh God, what happened to Bravo Team?” Jill asked, breathing out hollowly.

“You want to split up?” you spat at Barry.

“Chris could be dead,” Jill muttered.

“We need to cover ground quickly. It just makes the most sense,” Barry promised. “You both of your weapons. You’re trained to deal with abnormal issues.” He stood in front of you and Jill. She was holding your elbow. “You won't be able to find them if you just stand here.”

He directed it to both of you but it seemed like he was talking to you.

“Wesker couldn’t have gone far,” you maintained.

“Then go find him.” Jill looked like she wanted to future protest. She looked up at the stairs.

“I’ll go for Chris,” she said, voice still wary.

“We all come back here when we’ve found an exit. It’s the central part of the house.” You didn’t want to know more details. What if no one came back? What if you were stuck waiting for someone who had been a zombies dinner? Where was Chris? Was he okay?

“Find him,” you told Jill. She nodded. “Stay safe,” you whispered. You didn’t want to leave but you forced yourself to move away. You had to go. You had to go.

You opened the door again. Wesker must’ve gone back to this room. God knows why he didn’t just wait until you had all made a game plan. You refrained from calling his name, holding your gun tightly in your hands so the blood left them.

The zombie in the corner was still down. You tried the locked door again. It opened, weak on the hinges. He must’ve broken through it. You took a step through, trying to breath through the nerves. He was around. He had to be.

The mansion was like a maze, filled with puzzles and locked doors. You had a hard enough time finding out where you were, let alone where everyone else was. You were met with zombies and disregarded ammunition. The Bravo team was here. You weren’t sure if they were anymore.

No sign of Wesker but even less sign of anyone else. You hadn’t seen Jill, Barry or Chris since you split up with them. At the confines of the mansion you felt like the problems of yesterday were far less important.

That was, until you saw Chris rounding a corner.

He held his gun up, prepared to shoot an oncoming zombie, but was just met with you. He let out a sigh of relief and it was like there was never any ill will. You rushed to each other, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Chris oh God,” you muttered against his arm. You had never been so happy to see your friend. “I haven’t seen anyone in forever.” In reality it had likely only been an hour but that hour seemed like a lifetime.

“I thought you were dead,” he exclaimed. “I saw Barry briefly, and Wesker.”

“Where?” You still were unsure how Wesker had evaded your searching. He had only a couple minutes of a head start.

“Upstairs somewhere. I lost Barry outside, when some…some of those things…” He shook his head. He grabbed your shoulders. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay too.” He nodded once. “I found a couple keys laying around. I don’t know what they go to.” He offered you some of the keys he had found. They had symbols on them. You had found one, a Spencer key. You pooled them together.

“We should see if these lead to a way out. How did you get outside?”

“Through some wall,” he explained. “I don’t know who made this place but they need to take another architecture class.” You nodded.

“Listen, I’m sorry about Wesker. I was angry and he made a move and I felt bad.” He shook his head.

“It isn’t the time.”

“It could be the only time,” you explained. “I’m sorry Chris.” His face evened out into a genuine gaze.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry too, for making such a big deal of it.” You nodded once.

“It’s okay,” you promised. “We’re cool?”

“We’re cool,” he agreed. You tilted your head, gesturing down the hall. “Let’s go kill some zombies, Redfield.”

“Hey, I got this key. There’s a door down the hall I wanna try,” you said. Chris was messing with the piano in one of the rooms.

“How far down the hall?”

“Across the main room.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I’ll be fine.”

“That’s far. You can’t wait?”

“I’ll just be a second.” You and Chris hadn’t gotten far on your own. He couldn’t play the piano and you couldn’t read sheet music. You were at odds. You knew Jill could play and she had to be around here somewhere. He swallowed hard.

“If you’re not back here in five minutes I’m dropping all of my progress.”

“Yes sir.” You saluted him half heartedly and left the room. You rushed down to the other side of the hall, trying at the door you had seen locked earlier. The door opened slowly. You were met with a zombie, who you shot in the face. Only afterwards did you check to see if the zombie had familiar features. This had been people. What if some had been your people? What if one of them was Jill and you didn’t know until it was too late?

You shuddered.

“Y/N.” Your eyes went wide at the sight of Rebecca.

“Rookie,” you breathed. “God Chambers, look at you.” She looked dirty and like she had gone through hell. She rushed up to you, glad to see a familiar face.

“You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen in ages.”

“Do you know where the rest of your team is?”

“Most dead,” she admitted, regrettably. “I lost the others. I crossed paths with Richard but then lost him again.” She looked down at the key in your hand. “Can you try this door?”

The words seemed normal.

You opened the door, expecting a zombie.

You were greeted with a snake. Giant, the size of a house. Things happened so quickly, things you weren’t even sure could happen. Rebecca shot and you vaguely thought about how Chris would come looking for you soon. You wished you hadn’t left him. But you had found Rebecca.

The snake bit at you, scratching your arm. You were just narrowly able to stumble out the door when you fell down, feeling the effects of it immediately. Rebecca rushed towards you, barricading the door as best she could. You looked up at her, worry lacing your eyes. You were bit. You were dead.

The door opened. Chris emerged.

You and Rebecca turned to him, breathing hard, bleeding in different places.

“I should’ve never let you leave,” he muttered.

“There was a room across the mansion that had some medicine bases,” Rebecca said, thinking quickly on her toes. Her words seemed too sharp. You couldn’t even feel the pain. It was starting to numb. You looked at Chris, frightened.

“Where?” he asked.

“It’s hard to explain. There are so many rooms.”

“You have to go with her,” you said. “She’s a medic, not a soldier.”

“She made it this far.”

“We don’t have time to argue. Do you wanna save her or not?” Rebecca felt awful. She had suggested you open the door and she hadn’t been prepared for what she would find on the other side. Chris looked conflicted, eyes gazing back to you.

“Go Chris.”

He gave you a pack of ammo.

“We’ll be five minutes,” he promised.

“I’ll come looking if you’re any longer,” you said dryly. He smiled weakly and looked at Rebecca.

“Lead the way.”

The silence was deafening. It was just you and the house again. You and the house and the snake next door. You and the house and the snake and the zombies that lurked, haunting your every step.

You were trying to be brave in the face of your adversaries but nothing seemed easy here. You regretted telling Chris to go. If you died from this, would you turn into one of those things? Would he have to find your body, still warm, knowing he was just barely too slow to save you?

Every option seemed worse as time went on.

When the door finally opened again, it wasn’t Chris or Rebecca.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Wesker’s voice was condensing in a meek way. Still, you were glad to see him. You were glad to see anyone living at this point. You held your arm, eyes like daggers.

“Be careful. I might turn into a zombie here soon and then you’ll have to shoot me.”

“I don’t have moral dilemmas like that.”

“So you’d shoot me?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Wesker.” You adjusted your seating against the wall. He walked up to you and leaned down beside you. He grabbed your hand gently, moving it aside. He took off his glasses to examine the wound.

“Snake bite?” “Large snake. More like a scratch.” You were so used to his sunglasses that you took the moment to stare into his cloudy eyes. He glanced up at you, a knowing smirk on his face.

“You’ll be fine,” he promised. He looked around in his tactical vest, searching for something. You watched with curious eyes. After a moment, he grabbed a vile. He put it against your arm wordlessly and injected you with it without warning. You winced, more at surprise than pain. He grabbed a bandage wrap out of his side.

“You’re awfully prepared for the worst,” you observed.

“I have to be. I’m the leader of this team.” He tied it shut, strengthening it with a knot. “Be more careful next time.”

“Where did you go?”

“When?”

“When we got to the main hall with Barry and Jill. You just left.”

“I thought I heard something. I went to investigate.” You didn’t believe that. He was close, sitting beside you now. You bite the inside of your mouth, still hazy from the snake bite or whatever he injected into you. Wesker didn’t mind your questions. In fact, he wanted to encourage them. You were smarter than the rest of the lot. He liked that you would always be just a single step behind him, rather than a whole staircase.

“Okay,” you said finally. “Can you help me up? Rebecca and Chris went looking for something to help me with. They’ve been gone too long.”

“You should know that there’s no use in trying to save all of them.”

“They’re my friends Albert.” He put a hand on your wrist, holding it gently.

“They won’t all live. There’s no use in you dying with them. It would be a waste of a talent and the waste of a sacrifice.”

“Who’s sacrificing themself?”

“Anyone who dies here is sacrificing themself for one of us.” He wanted to tell you it was a controlled experiment. He didn’t. You would find out soon enough.

“I don’t think I like that Wes,” you muttered.

“You don’t have to like it to live it.”

You felt more comfortable with Chris but you felt safer with Wesker. No harm would come to you while he was here. You grabbed his hand and held it for a moment.

“We’ll all get out of this.” You let his hand go and reopened the door.

He wanted to tell you no. Not everyone would make it out of this one. It was designed to kill some, to help others succeed. He knew you would be the latter. Even with the snake incident.

You went the back way to find Chris.

Five minutes after you left, he returned. He found a pool of your blood on the floor and he didn’t see you. His eyes went wide as he stood in the doorway, blocking Rebecca from being able to view it.

“What? What Chris?” She tried to shove him aside.

“She’s gone,” he breathed.

He tried to picture you as one of those…things. He tried to picture your eyes dead, your fingers peeling, your skin melting. He couldn’t. None of the mental images seemed to conjure, out of sheer fear. He could never kill you, even if you were already dead.

“Maybe she went looking for us?”

“We’re too late.”

“The snake bite doesn’t mean she’ll become one of the zombies.”

“It could. It’s the same thing, the same virus, isn’t it?” Rebecca had no sound argument against him. She knew as much as he did.

“She couldn’t have gone far. She went looking for us,” Rebecca said again. Chris didn’t have the heart to argue with her.

Wesker intended to lose you again but you were just so alluring, he couldn’t help himself from hanging around. He followed you around the mansion, he helped you kill the bioweapons, he ended the mystery of things that should have remained shrouded.

He figured you wouldn’t see Chris again until you reached the laboratory. He would keep you till then, saving you from that moral dilemma. It would be far more interesting for you to make the decision when you were before Tyrant, when you saw Wesker’s true colors. When you would’ve died without him. Could you live with him?

“Wesker come on,” your voice spoke, breaking him from his thoughts. “I think I found something.”

He followed you like a lost dog.

“Let me see.”

Final Part !

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x fem!reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x fem!reader #chris redfield x reader x albert wesker #chris redfield x fem!reader x albert wesker #resident evil imagines #resident evil fanfiction

187 notes · View notes

trans-luis-serra-navarro · 4 months

Note

hi! do you have serennedy headcanons about luis and leon being parents?

Hello!! Of course I do omg are you kidding me!!!!!!! I have a whole tag on my main @wisecrackingeric-2 titled ‘DadSerennedyAU’ if you wanna see my own spin on the idea!!!!! ORRRR if you wanna read something from yet another incredibly talented artist and author I CANNOT recommend @mooseonahunt ‘s AU enough!!!! And I know the lovely @geddy-leesbian has made some posts on this subject also!!!!!!!

But in terms of Headcannons I have plenty!! I’ll put them below the cut to avoid clogging anyone’s dashes!!

Edit: THIS IS UH UM. V E R Y LONG. I WENT KINDA BUCKWILD WITH THIS ONE AHDNCHDNXUXJXJ SO UH PLEASE ENJOY I GUESS!!

• First and foremost they are t4t. Sorry I don’t make the rules (also. Look at my blog name HQNAHWNEHDNDUDJ /lh)

• I imagine it was probably Luis who wanted a kid- we don’t know much about Leon’s childhood other than the fact that his parents died (the very wonderful @highball66 has some more information on the backstory we DO have for him!!) and thus we don’t really have a good idea of what his relationship with his parents might’ve been- but Luis is the TOTAL opposite. We know from context clues that he had a really strong relationship with his Grandfather, who went as far as to encourage his love for science and the unorthodox in an incredibly strict Catholic environment, and it’s implied on some level that Bitores Mendez had some hand in helping raise him, so I can imagine that Luis is very attached to the idea of parenthood and would probably wanna be the same kind of man his Grandfather was to him!!!

• Leon???? Realistically???? Probably a whole lot more hesitant- like he almost dies on the job everyday there’s no way he’d feel fit enough to raise a kid. But also,,,,, this is resident evil and also fiction where we can do whatever the hell we want so hell yeah he comes around to the idea eventually!!!!!!

• Luis is probably accidentally VERY clingy with their kid/a lil overbearing during the toddler age. Everything he’s ever contributed to in his life has either hurt others or he’s destroyed it one way or another- and everyone he’s held closest to him dies in some way. And going off of the first point, he’s probably put a LOT of pressure on himself to be a good Dad like his Grandfather was, so that usually ends up with him hogging the baby HCNNSSNSJSNIS

• Leon, again similar to my last point, would probably have the opposite reaction where he has this gut instinct to keep his distance- like he’s worried if he gets too attached it’s all gonna be ripped away from him just like Sherry was all of those years ago. But I highly doubt either of their qualms last for very long- they’d talk things out and figure out something that works for the both of them <3

• They’d probably go with the same middle and last name as Luis- ‘Serra’ and ‘Navarro’. I know I keep repeating myself but Luis had a really good relationship with his Grandfather and his culture/heritage clearly means a lot to him (ie; the intro to Seperate Ways), so being able to keep that little piece of his history alive would probably mean the world to him <<33

• And going off of that, Luis is ALWAYS trying to encourage their kid to learn more about their culture and heritage- teaching them Spanish, cooking them traditional foods, etc etc etc and when Luis isn’t there to do it, Leon is always more than happy to do so <<<<<<33333

• Let’s be real,,,,,,, Leon is coming up with the cringiest baby names ever HXNEHENDUXNXU CMOOOOOON LOOK AT MR. WHERES EVERYONE GOING BINGO!!!!! But Luis probably isn’t much better BCNENWEJSJ I can easily picture him convincing Leon that noooooo Alonso or Miguel aren’t references to Don Quixote hahahahahaha omg what’re you taaaalking abooout. So anyways if it were a girl what about Dulcinea-

• I’m picturing them choosing to have a kid a lil bit later than most people (like,, late 30’s-early 40’s??? So not like they’re old or anything but it’s not like they’re having kids in their early 20’s yk HNCSHDNSJ) so for that reason in my mind they’d probably only want one kid

• Very predictable but they both read Don Quixote to their kid when putting them to sleep and/or they sing them lullabies in Spanish. Who here is surprised for that one certainly not me

• And once again WHO IS SURPRISED, the kid’s room is very subtly Don Quixote themed. Lil stuffed donkeys and windmill motifs everywhere you get it (<- normalest guy alive)

• Leon’s probably the one who does more physical activities with their kid- realistically, Luis is N O T surviving that knife to the back without some major lifelong injuries, so Leon’s the one who always carry’s their kid on his shoulders or swings him around when they’re playing etc etc

• I think Luis would be a lil sad that he isn’t able to join in on those kinds of physical activities, but he’d absolutely make up for it by taking their kid to work or teaching them general hands-on skills n stuff!!

• Leon ABSOLUTELY would wanna teach their kid self-defence as early as possible. He obviously mellows out and realises hey maybe teaching a 10 year old how to wield a knife is a Bad Idea, but with everything he’s seen in his life there’s no way he wouldn’t want his kid to know how to defend themselves at LEAST

• Wild-card one here but the three of them ABSOLUTELY take family trips to Madrid or other cities in Spain during the summer

• Last wild-card one but sometimes Luis will look at their kid and see his Grandfather so clearly he just starts fuckim bawlimg. Same with Leon. He sees the childhood he could’ve had and sometimes he’s gotta excuse himself to cry. Love these beautiful idiots

Tl;dr they would be very very wonderful parents who would love their kid with all of their heart and soul and you can put that headcannon from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!

#YEAH IM SO SORRY THIS ONES SO LOMG. WHOOSPIEDAISY. AUTISM MOMENT.#asks #DadSerennedyAU #serennedy

33 notes · View notes

thesandsofelsweyr · 1 year

Note

Found your blog dominating arkham knight tags! Gonna ask about his aftermath, since the writer didn't tell much what happened after

Found your blog dominating arkham knight tags!

👀😁

Gonna ask about his aftermath, since the writer didn't tell much what happened after

So I'm still deciding on this for my own 'verse, but here are some of my thoughts so far!

Jay's not in a good place after the events of the game. He utterly failed: his mission, to kill Batman, to get his long-awaited revenge. He betrayed his partners (for which he probably has a bounty on his head), his adopted family, the people of Gotham. He was responsible for the deaths and displacement of innocent civilians. He left his home city in turmoil. His militia saw him at his weakest. Years of planning plus billions of dollars down the drain. For years, his only reason for living was to confront Bruce and put a bullet between his eyes. And when he finally has the opportunity, he's too much of a coward to go through with it. He's still hurting—physically (his poor ankle and back, after all that strenuous activity 😭) and emotionally. He's definitely back in a very dark place...

Now that y'all have tears pouring down your cheeks... do not despair! This is my fantasy land, and I can do what I want~ (I only have so much heart left to break after GRRM is done with it. If he ever gets done with it. 😪)

I like to think that his loyal militia talk him down from the edge and smuggle him safely out of Gotham to somewhere overseas. He settles down and uses this opportunity to start over (and finally, begrudgingly start therapy). He sees a lot of the same shit that plagued Gotham happening in his new home, so in an attempt to seek penance for all the hurt he caused, he dons his Red Hood gear for the first time and tries to make a difference (especially within the underprivileged communities, since he remembers the hardships he faced growing up around drugs and violence and poverty, ignored by the rest of the world).

He eventually ends up back in Gotham to face off with Black Mask. He goes to pay his respects to Bruce and Alfred, only to learn (probably from Babs or maybe Dick) that they survived. I'd love to see some sort of closure between Jay and Bruce (think of all the delicious angst and feels a scene like that would provide!)

That's all I got so far. Thank you so much for asking! (If you want some Reader-specific headcanons for Post-AK, just ask! 💕)

#sands replies #my headcanons #my meta #my arkhamverse #jason todd #arkham knight #red hood #arkhamverse #jason todd headcanon #jason todd meta #dcu

56 notes · View notes

peppermintstarsonamintyway · 3 months

Text

This, is definitely overdue.

Alright, hi, hello. Let's talk- as my shittily drawn comic says-

First off, I'm Kaz, I also go by Wolfy, Fifty (from my old tumblr user/tag/whatever), and any variation of Peppermint. One friend who has tumblr as well calls me Pepsi on discord for shits and giggle and another knows my real name. Well, both know, it's just a 50/50 on what they use-

I am a sexuality questioning neurodivergent genderfluid creature, I don't care what pronouns are used for me as long as the person talking to me is comfortable with me. A friend of mine has full access to my tumblr. If you see kny/ds (Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer) stuff reblogged on here, it's probably from her because at the time of making this, my current focus is cookie run.

On here I'll be most commonly showing myself as a kitsune with just, a chalk board on hand. Or, well, paw.

Okay, general blog rules and things to know.

No explicit nsfw. You can send asks being curious about certain habits of my ocs and draw whatever kinda art of them you want (do not touch ANY little ones I will block you so fast), but anything in regards to me myself or my friend, absolutely the fuck not.

Oc shipping is perfectly okay with me! Just don't ask about children and keep your fan children to yourself, please and thank you. I do not want asks about my ocs having children in my askbox.

I am VERY much a multishipper, if you see me shipping my ocs with my other ocs, do not assume you can't come in and make an offer of one of your own ocs. Do not be afraid to talk to me about shipping ocs or oc interactions in general.

As long as I'm credited, anyone is more than welcome to use my art for whatever the fuck they want. If it's something questionable, I'd prefer you keep it to yourself, but otherwise, go ahead. Although I'd be surprised if anyone wanted to use my art for anything-

I do NOT. I repeat, do NOT. Take commissions. I'll take requests to draw ocs and other such things, alongside canon characters, but I do NOT take commissions. Requests will really only be sketches, occasionally colored and sometimes legitimately finished because I had the energy for it.

I feel as though this should be obvious, but I'll say it anyways, pro-shippers, racists, lgbtq+phobics, assholes of generally any kind, especially those obsessed with politics, aren't fucking welcome here. This blog is here for me to look at content from people I like and affectionately blast my mutuals with whatever cracked up shit I come up with. If you can't help but be a piece of shit in my safe space, you can go fuck yourself.

Be kind. I don't care who you are, I don't care what you came here for, but if you can't bare to spare a shred of kindness when you talk to me, I don't want you interacting with my blog. You can criticize my art, the way I write, the way I talk, just how much I ramble, but if you can't be nice about it, I'd rather you say nothing at all.

Alright, that should be that.

If you wanna contact me, you can contact me on here through tumblr's messaging system, but you can also contact me on discord at .peppermintstars! If you're gonna friend me on discord, please warn me before you do. I don't have the best experience with randomly being friended and I may end up blocking you on instinct- I do have a twitter although I don't use it so I won't bother linking it until I start using it.

I hope to eventually start streaming sometime this year, be it with or without a 2d or 3d model, so if you wanna support me, you can find me on twitch and youtube!

I'll also give a list of the media I'm into and what you can expect me to be reblogging! Or at least looking at-

Cookie Run! Primarily ocs. (I don't know what the fuck is going on in the story rn and I need to get caught up-)

Persona 5 Royal and in subsequent, the Persona series in general.

Demon Slayer! (Or Kimetsu No Yaiba if you prefer to call it that.)

Pokemon. I like to watch the animes and if I can I'll get whatever new game comes out, even if I get it a bit late-

How To Train Your Dragon! Yes I'm still into HTTYD even years after the first movie came out. That shit ain't going no where.

Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin Impact! Although the interest for these has diminished and isn't ever really consistent, I may as well list them because I either do play them or have played them.

Cult of The Lamb! I like Narilamb. I like Narinder. I've a thing for powerful higher beings in general okay-

Dungeons and Dragons! If you need a dm or an extra player for whatever reason, I am more than open to joining a campaign.

Dark Souls! And other souls-like games from FromSoftware- ties into the D&D thing because I get way too many ideas watching playthroughs of those games.

God of War! Again, the liking of powerful higher beings- also ties into D&D.

The Resident Evil series! Leon Kennedy is hot and Ethan Winters was a good dad.

FNAF! Alongside other such mascot horror games- Poppy Playtime included (mostly just for Dogday.)

Mythology and folklore! Hopefully evident by the fact I chose a kitsune as my persona on here- also connects into D&D again to no one's surprise.

That should be everything I can remember off the top of my head!

That's all, thank you for reading, have a good day, and here's a sleepy kitsune for your troubles!

9 notes · View notes

juiceinpanties · 2 years

Text

10 Things You Hate About Eddie Munson, pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson/afab!reader

Rating(s): Chapter: PG; Fic: E

Tags: eventual smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), fingering, subbie!Eddie, masturbation (m and f), fake dating, van sex, secret relationship, antagonistic relationship to friendship to lovers, casual sex, not-so-casual sex, phone sex, drunk reader

Summary: Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler, is absolutey dying to date Steve Harrington, but her parents have the weirdest rule: Nancy can't date until her friends (e.g., you) do. Nancy begs you to date someone, anyone, and eventually you agree. Meanwhile Steve offers to pay Eddie "the freak" Munson to ask you out. What could possibly go wrong??

Notes: This is, quite obviously, a 10 Things I Hate About You au, with a slight twist. Throw in some fake dating, a 90s setting, and here we are. Thanks to @tonybourdain for dragging me in and continuing to enable me.

Please note the tags. This chapter is rated PG, but future parts will be smutty!

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated and PLEASE reblog! Completely blank blogs that just like will be blocked because I'm gonna assume you're a bot. I've been here a long time.

In case you wanna read on Ao3 instead

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Eddie pulls up in front of your house at 5 till 8. Good start so far. You're reluctant to take his van, but you already wrestled with it well before he showed up, so once he gets there you're resigned to the idea.

He rings the bell and smiles when you answer. "Mom, Dad, my date's here. See you later!" you yell over your shoulder. You grab his arm and drag him down the walkway.

"Uh, don't I need to meet--?"

"Nope, let's get going."

He isn't sure whether he's relieved or annoyed, but eventually he settles on relieved. He opens the door for you, a nice gesture you appreciate, and offers you a hand to help you climb in. You accept it, but only because you're wearing a skirt.

Eddie, ever the gentleman, does not check out your ass as you climb in. You don't notice what he is or isn't checking out, but if you knew, you'd be grateful.

Eddie has the radio blasting. You immediately crank the knob, then reach into your bag and pull out a tape. Eddie does a double take. "You brought...tapes?"

You shrug. "Always prepared," you say as you push it into the slot and turn the volume up again.

"Oh no! No no NO!" he says and hits eject.

"What?! I love that song! It's a classic!"

"Tiffany cannot be played in my van. It's not allowed. No!"

You smirk and buckle your seatbelt. "You knew it was Tiffany within two bars. Wow."

He glares at you before putting the van into gear and pulling out. "I'm a musician," he grumbles. "What the hell else do you have in that bag?"

Condoms, breath mints, $20, and lip gloss, but you aren't going to tell him that. "Odds and ends. I like to be prepared, like I said."

"Hmm." Girls amaze him. Purses are amazing. He wants to carry a purse. Just to have all his shit, right there. Tapes and safety pins and...whatever. "Convenient," he says.

"Hm?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing." He glances over at you; you're holding a little mirror in your hand and carefully applying lip gloss. He licks his lips and his eyes flick back to the road. "Pretty color," he says. "Looks nice on you."

You snap the wand back into the tube and drop it in your bag. "You don't have to compliment me, Eddie. We aren't really dating."

"It was a for-real compliment for a fake date," he says. "Trust me, princess: I know the score."

You're both quiet the rest of the ride, each lost in your own thoughts. Each of you is wondering if this whole thing isn't some stupid, epic mistake, but for different reasons. Eddie because he has to go to a fucking prep/jock party, you because...well. Just because. You have your reasons.

(And they have NOTHING to do with the crush you nursed on Eddie all through middle and a big chunk of high school. You got over that ages ago. It's not a factor.)

He finds a place to park near Sharon's house and cuts the ignition. "You ready for this?" he says.

Your mouth quirks. You lean in and press a shiny pink kiss to his cheek. "Don't wipe it off," you tell him. "Now we're both ready." You hop out before he can react, and with a deep, fortifying breath, you make your way into the party with Eddie Munson at your side.

---

The party is kind of lame and people are staring at you and yeah okay maybe you had one or two too many drinks, but you're not drunk. You're not! Tiny bit tipsy at worst. Where the hell is Eddie? It's hot in here and you want cheese fries.

"Hey!" you say to some rando you don't even know. "Where's Eddie?"

"Who?"

You roll your eyes and push rando away. "Never mind." You wander the crowd looking for a familiar head of bushy brown hair, and finally you spot him smashed in the corner looking like your dog after she had puppies and wondered what the absolute HELL are these?!

"Hey!" you call. You stagger to him and poke him in the arm. "You look miserable. Cheese fries?"

"Are you calling me cheese fries?" he says with a confused frown.

"No, doofus, I'm asking if you wanna go get cheese fries. Get outta here? Leave? Flee the scene?"

"Oh fuck yeah! Hey, how much have you had to drink?"

You hold your fingers up a smidge apart, then spread your hands. "I dunno. Some guy kept handing me cups."

"Some guy? Who?" He looks around, scouting the crowd over your head, but no one stands out.

"Y'know Grover?"

"Grover? There's a Grover at our school? Or do you mean US President Grover Cleveland?"

That makes you giggle uncontrollably. Eddie grabs your arm as you start to tip, and you sag against him. "Noooo not president! I mean Grover the guy! Blue guy! Sesame guy!" You squint as you struggle to remember. "Sesame Street! Thas it." You hum a few bars. "Sunny day, chasin the clouds away--"

"Yeah, I know Grover from Sesame Street," he says before you can launch into the full song. "Come on, let's get you home. I think cheese fries can wait."

"You're Grover!" you cry.

"Huh?" He freezes in the act of securing an arm around your waist to stare down at you.

"Grover! From Sesame--"

"No, yeah, we've established which Grover. But why?"

You giggle and reach up to poke his nose. "Blue. Fuzzy. Monster grrrr! But sweet. Not scary. Monsters scary but not Grover! Also Fozzie Bear."

He frowns. "Babe, you are drunk and I am so fuckin lost."

"Bears are scary!" you say as he starts you toward the door. "But he wears a hat and a tie and tells shitty jokes. Silly ol bear. That’s Pooh! But you’re not chubby. Fozzie or Grover, that’s you."

"Okay, yeah. I'm a Muppet. Thank you." He rolls his eyes a little, but on the inside he feels sort of...warm? Hm.

"Yup! Soft and squishy boy." You poke his side, making him wince. "Not chubby, but kinda squishy. Squish cheeks, squish squish," you say as you poke his cheek. He bats your hand down. "Grover boy!"

"Please never ever tell anyone that. I'm scary as hell."

You giggle and make a face. "Oooo so scared."

"Okay, come on." Arm around your waist, your arm around his shoulders, he manages to drag you a few feet. You are not cooperating.

"Oooo let’s dance!" you say, pushing away from him.

"No, nope, I don’t dance."

"Daaaaance with me!!" You pull him with you into the crowd and start to grind against him. It's. Distracting, and for a moment he lets himself be distracted. Then he grabs your shoulders and gently pushes you back a few steps.

"You said you wanted cheese fries," he reminds you.

"Yes!" You poke his nose. "Squishy Grover find me cheese fries!"

He frowns down at you. "Seriously, though, how much? You are fucking wasted!"

"Dunno. Daaance!!"

He sighs and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him and lift you off your feet. "Dance this way, princess," he says, sternly.

You wiggle away from him, and as you spin you spot Nancy and Steve. "Nancy! Grove, it's Nancy!" You beeline toward her and Eddie follows with a long-suffering sigh.

Nancy's expression darkens as Eddie approaches, and he quails. You collapse against her and hug her tightly. "Nannnnncy! Look, I brought Grover!"

"What did you give her?!" Nancy hisses at him. "She's completely wasted!"

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Nothing, I swear! She found me like this. She said some guy kept giving her cups."

"Guy?" Steve says. "What guy?"

"She didn't know, or wouldn't tell me, but I think it was more than just beer."

Steve glowers. "Be back," he says and heads for the kitchen to bust some heads.

"Get her home!" Nancy says to him. She gently untangles you from around her and hands you over to Eddie. "Safely!"

"I'm not an asshole," he says, scowling. "That was my plan."

"Good," she says. "I'll call you later," she says to you. "Or maybe tomorrow."

Eddie lifts you again and half carries/half drags you out to his van. He loads you in and gets your belt buckled.

"You're so sweet, Grove," you murmur and squish his cheeks again. "Freshman me is dying."

He frowns and goes around to his side. "Why is freshman you dying?" he says as he starts the engine.

"Big crush!" you say. You wave your arms. "BIG crush! Oh man Eddie Munson, so cute and weird metal boy with a guitar!" You sigh and lean against the window. "Went away though."

"Ha." He clears his throat. You had a crush on him!? And it went away?! No, you're just drunk. Don't know what you're saying. "Yeah, that happens," he manages.

You lean forward and shove the tape back in. "I think we're alone now!" you sing at the top of your lungs. It's not even that part of the song. "You put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground alone now!"

He can't help but laugh. "Alright, Tiffany, you got it." He turns the volume down a bit. "Let's get you home. Nancy's little but she's kinda scary."

"Mhmm," you murmur. You're running out of steam and slumped back in the seat. "Scarier than you, Fozz."

He huffs. "I really fuckin hope you remember nothing when you wake up tomorrow. A goddamn Muppet."

You just grin at him and reach over to poke his cheek. "Squish." Shortly after that you pass out, and Eddie is incredibly glad he can sneak you into your house without your parents noticing. Otherwise you'd probably both be dead, and he'd never be drunkenly called a Muppet again.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson/reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #meg wrote this #stfic #emfic #10things

108 notes · View notes

bellafragolina · 2 years

Note

Hii! Can I have a raihan x partner reader where the reader is a masked streamer?

They're a popular streamer too, and raihan is a fan of them not knowing his s/o is literally them

Would love to see his reaction

-touchstarvedanon (Idk what I'm doing, this my first time doing this.. anon naming thing)

Hello, love!! Welcome to the blog, I'm so happy to have you!! Here's your request!!

🍓🍓🍓

Raihan loves you a lot, so he's always trying to get you to watch a stream with him. He likes watching them to wind down, and he has this favorite streamer you've never heard of but refuse to come over and watch stream with him. You're always busy or tired or wanting to do something else. He tries to respect you, but he feels like you're avoiding it on purpose

Raihan suspects you might actually have beef with the streamer, but whenever he asks you, you cackle like it's the funniest thing in the world. He doesn't understand it at all, so he gives up, and just enjoys the streams on his own time, alone with his Pokémon, watching them game and wondering who they are that made you so disinterested in them

You, on the other hand, are having a blast. Raihan doesn't know anything, so you have such power over him during your streams. You know what he likes about your streams, so you can do things you know he'll enjoy, or things you know will make him outraged. It's so much fun, since you know his tag, and can see him ranting at you in the chat. You moderators, also in on it, lose it every time for you, since you have to keep some face

But all good things come to an eventual end. You invite Raihan over during one of your streams (which he's actually reluctant to miss since there was rumors it was gonna be a face reveal) but you agree to let him watch it as you do stuff with him in the room. He sits on your bed and you're at your desk with your set up. He's so focused on the screen he doesn't realize that you've put on a mask and started gaming and commentating. Then he sees you pull the mask off on screen

There's a lot of saved gifs and videos of Raihan storming over and shouting at you about you being the streamer he's be watching for so long. He's not mad, but he is so offended that you never told him until now. It's so funny, and it trends for months. Raihan is huffy about it for just as long, but he gets over it to be excited about joining you

The two of your stream together when he's not busy, with him as another commentator as you play. He's funny enough and you two bounce off one another enough that it works fine. Your chat loves it, and you've got a new influx of Raihan fans that are eager to see him react to the games you play. How exciting!

🍓🍓🍓

I don't know any streamers other than gaming streamers, so sorry love!

But I hope you enjoyed, and I hope your day is going great!!

~Renee

#touchstarvedanon #raihan x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

166 notes · View notes

stabthroughme · 6 months

Text

Get to Know Me/Masterpost

Hi! I created this separate tumblr for the same reason I created my separate ao3: peace of mind to not give a single flying fuck about what people think of me/what I post/what I write/what I enjoy.

Prompts/suggestions for ficlets are always gonna be open, though I can't promise you I won't go a liiiiitle overboard. If an idea takes root it takes root.

I don't choose the hyperfixation, the hyperfixation chooses me. I've added a lil masterpost under the cut so I can keep updating the works I've uploaded to Ao3 that I love. Might end up posting some Tumblr Only fics, who knows.

If it weren't clear enough, antis this is not a blog for you. If you decide to include me in your own curated internet experience that's your own damn fault.

Kinktober 2023: I will eventually finish up all my prompts, I set all them up but I decided to try Kinktober on September 28 while also knowing I'd plan to do NaNoWriMo. So I didn't get all that far in. Ships vary.

Weight of a Coward's Heart: TimDami being bad at feelings feat. Damian taking revenge on someone who hurt Tim and Tim having Not Cis Thoughts About His Existence. Revenge (bloody and tortury revenge) is definitely a love language wdym?

AUs:

Someone Who Loves You Wouldn't Do This: Please heed the tags Mafia AU series updating weekly. The League of Assassins does still exist but otherwise the Wayne family are all mafia/mob fuckers, and so are the Queens. Roy and Jason friendship, Jericho/Joey Wilson content (im love him he's my baby), JayDick.

The Greatest Thing We Lost: Part 1

Rambles:

Damian and pigeons: I just think Damian might relate a little strongly to these birds.

#timdami #jaydick #batcest

5 notes · View notes

nonbinarv · 6 months

Note

ask game! <3

loop (isat) - 5, 12, 23, 25

ena (ena) - 2, 3, 4, 13

absol (pkmn) - 1, 6, 23, 24

ena

2. the basis for her design is a cool concept :o

3. does the end of temptation stairway count /hj

4. hmm. pokémon bc i have made a team for her before. she would find fun there i think. a strain of joy she recognizes

13. 🎭. yes this is just my ena tag on my kin blog but like am i wrong,

absol

1. i forgot when or how i really ended up attaching to absol in particular but like. the pokédex entries… it just wants to keep people safe but is scorned for it… it's really just the black cat of the pokémon universe and i want to hug it. also i know people call its design edgy but i consider it more majestic than anything ngl. idk i just want it to be happy

6. could use a hug

23. look at its little tail wags… its paw movements… ;w;

24. …hm not sure tbh? design-wise mayyybe joshua twewy. mega absol in particular. it's just the Vibes™

loop (under the cut for spoilers)

5. so technically there's an official playlist for them i haven't listened to yet- but the very first one that comes to mind is sundial by lemon demon thanks to this comic. since that's more of an overall siffrin song than specifically loop though (it's on my kin playlist too which has a lot of songs that overlap for obvious reasons), there's also upside down & inside out by ok go and you are getting a ramble on discord about my logic later tonight owo

12. okay okay hc time. so the thing is siffrins are not very subtle creatures right. so i think that just like odile was suspicious of the time loops before having enough info to really put the pieces together, she'd be suspicious as all hell of loop in a post-canon scenario where they join the family. while they'd still keep their façade up there'd be all these little things that she can and would notice. especially considering her own guilt that she expresses in act 6 for not pushing more to find out what was wrong she would confront them so quickly about it and they would not react well because in addition to pineapples siffrins are also extremely allergic to being vulnerable. also this odile may be a near perfect copy but not quite, not theirs, a complete stranger wearing her face- loop wouldn't go full act 5 but they'd definitely ramp up their playful exterior out of desperation and flee.

odile ends up the first to know (besides siffrin of course) after siffrin is 👀 at them and loop has to experience the other side of self to self therapy momence. self-recognition through the other (derogatory but necessary bc if siffrin has to start opening up to the others then so does loop it's not fair for only one siffrin to). maybe going the 'if you got to tell them about my time loops i get to tell them about this if you don't' type thing but not in like a manipulative or getting back at them way more a 'i know you'll never actually say it otherwise but you do have to come clean eventually' thing if that makes sense. bc how are they supposed to start healing from it if they won't even admit it

she takes it surprisingly well; she'd only push to a certain point (not as necessary to like with siffrin and his wish, the universe isn't breaking over it) and let loop know that while she may not be their odile they're still a part of the family all the same and that she's there for them too not just siffrin. may ramble more @ you later on discord about how i perceive loop's relationships with the rest of the group bc this question has me rotating them in my mind

23. not a favorite emotionally bc they deserve better but also ough. the moment of their old appearance shining through before the battle. and this pic when they talk about their second wish, stuck in it for so long that they just break and want someone to help them, for it all to stop… it's gonna kill me when i get their act 6 stuff. it's the emotional impact of it

25. initially an absolute bastard. not quite hatred but also damn "have you tried not dying?" fuck that y'know. they're still very much bastard but now it's like. i get it sdgfkjhl i can't say anything really. i want to give them a hug because they're just as touch-starved if not even more so. old friend start again siffrin continuing to go through hell, again of their own making…

#answered #ty my angel <3

3 notes · View notes

stevewhoreington · 1 year

Text

I posted 2,749 times in 2022

That's 2,749 more posts than 2021!

154 posts created (6%)

2,595 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chrisbitchtree

@lazybakerart

@bigdumbbambieyes

@ickypuppi3

@flashwaves

I tagged 1,055 of my posts in 2022

#harringrove - 638 posts

#billy hargrove - 117 posts

#chrisbitchtree - 69 posts

#asks - 57 posts

#billy x steve - 54 posts

#bigdumbbambieyes - 50 posts

#prettyboy like you - 43 posts

#steve harrington - 37 posts

#my writing - 25 posts

#keziahrain - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 106 characters

#this is perfect and obviously it’ll be a happy ending filled with lots of office sex and eventual marriage

My Top Posts in 2022:

wrapped in denim

Billy’s back is pushed into the mattress, and his legs are spread as far as his blue jeans will allow. He won’t take them off. Doesn’t matter, apparently, how many times Steve asks, or hints. He just says, ‘You decided to come here. I’m not taking my fucking pants off. Too much of a risk.’

Because Billy’s dad is just down the hall, and. Like, Steve gets it. But, he thinks he’s missing a few pieces of the puzzle. Thinks that he isn’t seeing the whole picture. Thinks that Billy’s holding back. Billy’s said, my dad’s an asshole, on a couple of occasions and Steve has always said, I know the feeling, man. But. Today, as soon as Steve had scrambled not-so-gracefully through his window, he’d said, I’m dead if he sees you here. Said, we’re both dead. And, Steve doesn’t want to die, but he also really needs to see Billy. Really needs to get off. Is desperate for it. As though they hadn’t fumbled around in the back of the Camaro just last night, hands down each other’s pants and Billy kissing bruises into his throat.

‘Fine.’ Steve settles, because he doesn’t want to die, and he doesn’t want Billy to die. Not before they can get off. No fucking chance.

Billy’s a little pissed off, but, he seems a little smug too. The quirk of his mouth might as well say, ha! This is payback. Because Steve’s between Billy’s thighs, fucking dry humping him, and they’re both in jeans, blue denim, with like, zero stretch. Steve isn’t chasing the friction from Billy’s body, so much as chasing the friction from the seam in his own pants. It seems all a little pointless, maybe. Like a lot of hard work, effort, but. Billy will only say, told you so, or, this is why you should just wait, if Steve pulls back. If he lets the denim defeat him.

Besides, Billy can’t be one hundred percent pissed, because his hands are gripping onto Steve’s shoulders, and his legs are open, even if they’re not open quite enough. And it’s not just Billy’s fault; Steve’s jeans are also the fucking bane of his existence. Too rough and stiff, and nearly too thick to feel the heat between Billy’s thighs.

Nearly.

He clings to what he does feel. Tries to focus on the limited heat that he’s positive he can feel - positive he isn’t just imagining - but he can’t know for sure, because he knows the heat of Billy’s thighs too well. Is probably a fucking expert at imagining it by now.

And Steve’s sweating. Just a little. Damp collecting at his temples, at the nape of his neck. His lower back, the back of his knees. It’s hard work, fucking around in denim like this. Trying to get off in denim. He groans, lips working against the shell of Billy’s ear when he mutters, ‘This is ridiculous.’ And it is ridiculous, but it’s more ridiculous, probably, that he’s still trying. That his hips are still snapping as though he’s actually fucking Hargrove, and not just rocking up against him.

Billy’s grinning beneath him, because of course he is. Dick. ‘Well,’ he says, not quite breathless, but getting there. ‘This is what happens when you don’t do as I say.’

‘Fuck off.’ There’s no heat to Steve’s tone. Most of his energy is in the thrusting of his hips, is in the effort to grind his hard cock against something more than just the seam of his jeans. Preferably, against Billy’s cock. But. They’re not quite meeting.

Billy laughs. Says, ‘C’mon then, pretty boy. Gonna keep fucking me or what?’

And. Billy’s tormenting him, quite clearly, but - that’s good. His words are good. They’re a little bit filthy and, considering Steve doesn’t have a satisfying amount of friction to rub up against, they’re a good alternative. Something that might, potentially, tip him over the edge when he needs it.

He nods into the crook of Billy’s neck, shoots back with, ‘Yeah. Gonna keep taking it for me, baby?’ He’s never really been good at the whole dirty-talk thing. Never really had a reason to spew words like that. Action always just came easy. Came with being king, and. Then there was Nancy, and she’s. Not the kind of girl to cloak in filthy words. And. Shit. He’s losing his train of thought, but then Billy’s hands are gliding down his body, fixing on his hips.

And he mumbles, all rich and deep, and voice like velvet, ‘Uh-huh. I’ll take it. I want it.’

The tips of his fingers dig into Steve’s hips and maybe his jeans are actually a bit of a godsend in this moment after all, because he’s almost sure Billy would be drawing blood from his flesh.

Steve rocks his hips. Closes his eyes, and then. Opens them again. Because, he has Billy Hargrove looking pretty under him. Soaked in sunshine and all golden. Golden skin, golden curls. Eyes all blue and green like the ocean, or. How Steve imagines the ocean might look. Thinks he doesn’t even need to go see it for himself. Thinks he has a piece of it right here; spread open and warm and writhing beneath him. His own wave. A tidal wave. Beautiful and stormy.

‘Wanna watch me while you fuck me?’ Billy’s smirking, like he’s caught Steve out.

Steve doesn’t have the energy for words. He just nods. Nods rapidly. Feels stupid.

‘Good,’ Billy closes his eyes and there’s no water now, no ocean greens and blues, just gold, gold sand. ‘Watch me, baby. Watch me and fuck me.’

Steve does as he’s told. He stares down at the slice of sunshine, at the ball of fire, and rocks right into him like he’s fucking him. Like the roll of his hips is of any kind of consequence. And.

They haven’t actually fucked yet. Just stripped down to their underwear and messed around like this. Handjobs and blowjobs. But. No fucking. It, just hasn’t happened. Not yet. And, as Steve snaps his hips, feels Billy’s nails digging through denim, he thinks of the heat between Billy’s thighs. Imagines how it might feel, to fill him up. To. To have strong legs wrapped around him, keeping him close.

Billy’s eyes are closed and he’s moaning. Quiet, and hushed, because his house isn’t empty like Steve’s is. His face is flushed. Just a powdering of pink on gold. Rose gold. Looks so pretty, almost looks delicate, beneath the weight of Steve, but. He isn’t. He’s a tidal wave with a dirty mouth. Says, like he can read Steve’s mind - and Steve, honestly, wouldn’t be surprised, ‘Wanna feel you, baby. Want you inside me. C’mon. Fill me up.’ Says, ��Fuck me harder’, like Steve’s actually inside him. Like there’s no barrier. No blue denim there to cockblock them.

There’s heat building at the base of Steve’s spine. Building fast and hard and fiery-hot. Hot like sun-scorched sand. Like, walking on sand with no shoes, no socks. Like touching fire.

He’s inside Billy. Not really, but. He’s thinking about it. Realistically, he’s chasing the friction that the seam inside his jeans is providing. Grinding against it with every thrust inside of Billy. Cock aching and leaking; probably spoiling the front of his jeans. Wet spot on blue.

Then Billy’s eyes are open. Heavy-lidded. Ebb tide. Calm waters, with a flash of something dangerous beneath the waves. His voice is soft, urgent around the edges, when he tells Steve, ‘Come. Come for me. Want you to finish inside me. Can you do that, baby? Can you come for me?’ There’s no stopping Billy once he gets started, and. Steve’s an open fucking book. Billy knows that he’s close. Knows that his words are hooking into him, anchoring him. Says, ‘That’s it, Steve. Let go.’ Says, ‘Make me all yours, baby. Fill me up.’

Steve drowns.

Comes with his mouth parted against Billy’s neck. Comes with the taste of sweat-damp skin on his tongue. The taste of salt that makes him think of seawater. Makes him think of being swept under. Wants to be swept under. Sinks willingly, and spills into his underwear. Shoots thick ropes that seem endless. That are being coaxed out by Billy’s tight grip on his hips and Billy’s dirty words, voice rumbling. ‘Yeah, Steve. That’s good. Just what I want.’

Billy leaves him panting and trembling. A fucking mess.

Has the decency to let Steve catch his breath before he says, ‘You need to go.’

See the full post

806 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

if billy and steve had kids (part 1) -

billy: hey, princess, come here *daughter runs to billy* billy: not you, sweetie. talkin' to daddy

if billy and steve had kids (part 2) -

billy: hey, princess, come here *steve runs to billy* billy: not you, steve. our daughter

826 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

can we have billy the morning person and steve the literal grump the second he wakes up? like, he's grumbling and he's sarcastic and he's huffing - really giving billy a run for his money. the only time billy sees him like this is when he has to roll out of bed extra early, and it's like having a Whole New Steve with him. (and also leaves billy wondering: shit, is this what it's like putting up with me???1?)

billy: not much of a mornin person, are ya, stevie?

steve, voice pitched high: not much of a mornin person, are ya, stevie?

860 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

"aren't you staying?"

it's those three words that kickstart everything.

after the shit at starcourt, billy has no car. he walks max down to hawk theatre because neil asks him to. has to walk her home as well, which means making four trips or hanging around in town until the movie's over. he decides on the latter. figures he'll kill time in family video. it's november and too dark and too cold to hang around outside doing nothing - even if it means putting up with keith's dumb fucking questions about the incident. maybe he can take advantage of the guy - tell him everything, just so he can pull up a seat until max is out of the theatre.

he walks her right to the doors and, outside, her friends are waiting. lucas and dustin and - harrington. billy hasn't interacted with the guy since summer but harrington's staring, gaze unwavering, as he shoots a reminder at max - wait inside until you see me - and turns to walk away.

"aren't you staying?"

it's harrington's voice and, like, no - billy doesn't want to watch the fucking goonies, but when he peers over his shoulder, he finds harrington's eyes and finds harrington's smile. it's an easy curl of his mouth and it's cold out here, but that? it feels like warming his hands around a naked flame and billy stays.

those three words keep following him, and they always come in the form of harrington's voice. always so soft and mildly confused, like the guy's surprised he even has to ask. like it had always been part of the plan for billy to stay. it's how he winds up spending too much time at the hawk and at family video. it's how he winds up spending time with harrington alone. at the quarry, down by the lake. at his house.

they’re on harrington’s sofa, watching some old british horror movie and it’s just. harrington’s attempt at the accent is fucking awful but it makes billy laugh and he knows it. keeps doing it, eyes fixed on billy, glittering in the light from the tv. smile growing every time a laugh rumbles through billy’s chest, up his throat and out into the open. he’s doing it just to make billy laugh, and.

billy’s so fucking mixed up these days. doesn’t know what’s real and what’s not. feels nothing and feels everything, all at the same time. he’s mixed up, not thinking straight, and that’s why he crowds into harrington’s space and kisses that stupid smile.

it’s a fast thing. billy catches himself quickly and draws away. makes a show of looking at his watch and saying, shit, it’s late, gotta get back. he can’t bring himself to look at steve, too afraid that he’s fucked up this quiet, tentative thing between them. he wants out. it’s fight or flight, and he’s not much of a fighter these days. no sooner than billy makes it to his feet, snagging his jacket from the arm of the couch, he hears harrington’s voice.

“aren’t you staying?”

harrington’s watching him with wide, hopeful eyes, and on the tv, a woman is screaming. billy needs to go. he has to go. but. harrington never takes his eyes off him. he waits for an answer, leaning across the sofa like he’s half contemplating reaching out to grab billy by the elbow.

“okay,” billy says.

it’s morning and weak sun rays are filtering in through the blinds in steve’s bedroom. billy wakes up with a heavy stomach and a tight chest. guilt stabs at him. it’s the end of the world all over again.

he can’t change what they did. can’t change the fact that his clothes are a sprawling mess on harrington’s bedroom floor. can’t change that his heart is a sprawling mess, either, but. he can slowly, carefully, shift around until he has his legs out of the duvet and his feet on the floor. he can leave while it’s still early and while harrington’s asleep. he can leave and just. pretend it never happened.

except.

this time, harrington’s hand does find billy’s elbow. it startles him. has him turning to look over his shoulder at harrington, eyes wide. harrington’s staring at him through sleep-heavy eyes, hair a goddamn mess and his skin flushed. and. the last time billy saw anything so beautiful, it was pacific blue and it was endless, shimmering beneath sunshine. it was all the way in california and back in time.

“aren’t you staying?” harrington asks, but he’s wearing a tired smile on his face and he already knows the answer to this question.

928 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

anyway, I was out before and found harringrove’s sleep masks. you’re welcome. (also, someone who can art, please draw them wearing these and I’ll love you forever)

1,852 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #that longest tag tho

9 notes · View notes

lananiscorner · 2 years

Text

The Sandman rewatch - episode 9

So I like to do this thing where, if I didn’t consider a show a complete waste of time and if it does have an actual arc spanning the season, I watch the season twice–once as a binge watch and then once more episode by episode, because it helps me notice things I didn’t notice at first, especially in cases like this where I’m almost entirely unfamiliar with the source material.

Anyway, any and all chronological thoughts and ramblings about episode 9 of The Sandman beneath the cut, because spoilers.

“I don’t know how she did it, but I think Rose just got Lyta pregnant.” That’s a good way to start a convo, Matthew lol.

I love Lucienne’s malicious compliance with her “new” old role. And Matthew is so offended on her behalf. XD

Okay, so we can expand the list of “people the Corinthian is good with and let’s live” from “like-minded serial killers and gays” to “like-minded serial killers, gays and kids” lol.

This “cereal convention” is honestly the best fictional idea ever. Like, it crosses more lines than a bunch of hopscotching kids. Also, as an avid pun lover myself, I appreciate all the murder puns when Jed and the Corinthian arrive at the convention.

The Good Doctor looking at a fellow criminal chatting up Jed: “You may want to advise him to stay clear of the convention areas” lol.

“Where we’re going, we won’t need to defend ourselves” says Rose heading towards a convention of serial killers XDDDD.

Okay… so Lyta’s pregnancy advanced a couple of months in her dreams…

Hector: “Does this look like a nightmare to you?” Lyta: “Not at all.” Giant cracks in the ground: *looming ominously*

Omg, Dream is so fish-out-of-water asking Lucienne for advice/help lol.

Omg, Unity is so sweet it’s heartbreaking. “I’m going to have a life after all.” You’re killing me here, Unity.

Awww, Rose is worried she and her brother may have changed too much to get along. Understandable. That cut to Jed eating chicken fingers in his bathrobe is gold though.

And of course Jed goes looking for trouble the second he’s unsupervised. This is why I will never have kids.

Alright so, taking Hector out of the dreaming after giving him a chance to say goodbye? Fair. Immediately aftwards telling Lyta that you’ll take away her baby eventually? Kind of a dick move, Dream.

Not gonna lie, Rose this-dream-is-over-ing Dream was kind of badass.

Damn, Rose just casually swiping those tags…

I just LOVE this entire montage of Gilbert checking in on those convention panels. You can see he’s mildly confused in the first one (“Make it pay”, which, if you don’t yet know that they are serial killers, sounds like it could be about animal hunting), somewhat perplexed in the second one (“Woman’s Work”, which sounds mostly innocuous until the mention of “brute force” in the end), and then finally the shoe drops in the last one (“Religion”) and he just has a massive “oh crap” moment.

Oh my god, Philip Sitz has to be THE worst ultra-fan ever. Seriously? Promoting your own blog with your own photo and your own RL name on it when you’re trying to infiltrate a serial killer convention? He couldn’t be more set up to get killed if he was called Leeroy Jenkins and wearing a red shirt.

Also, Gilbert’s look of absolute horror when he sees the Corinthian makes sense when you know that Gilbert is also part of the Dreaming.

Awww, Dream admitting to Lucienne that he was wrong… these two melt my heart. In a strictly platonic way, but still, melting.

So Gilbert left because he wanted to experience life in the human world. Can’t blame him, honestly.

Of course Jed walks in on the Corinthian just as he’s about to kill Philip… and runs straight into Fun Land. Talk about the fish jumping from the frying pan into the fire.

Poor Gilbert learning about Rose being a vortex and that he’s now made it easier for Dream to find and kill her.

#The Sandman #episode 9 rewatch #rest in pieces Philip Sitz #you were too dumb to live

11 notes · View notes

ut-girl666 · 2 years

Text

Okay, okay. So we have (basically) canon Poet!Megatron. but, hear me out here - what about Author!Megatron?? Like, writes books, not just poetry.

Personally, I think of Fantasy Genre being what he writes, and he ends up with a good couple books. And like, they’re really well written. Beautiful plot, fantastic characters, gives plenty of development to each of them, and whole arcs, usually completed before the book ends.

Even better; he specifically tries to make them LGBTQ+ friendly. He makes lots of diverse fun characters, with different identities of all kinds. Particular interesting thing he does specifically for his repulsed readers, is he actually warns when there will be smut or something close in a chapter. This is because he’s a Repulsed!AroAce. And further more, when scenes like that actually happen (not in the first two, only implied), he actively admits, no, he didn’t write them, one of his ‘editors’ did.

He also tends to write his books with lots of warnings, and usually puts a page between each chapter, specifically so readers aren’t immediately tossed into something they weren’t alright with, because he knows that people have trauma, and PTSD, because he does himself, and doesn’t want to put his readers into a bad spot, because of his writing. He’s a very friendly writer.

And now into the funnies of Author!Megs.

One day Elita drags him onto Twitter and Tumblr. He effectively does normal twitter stuff, and he talks to some fans/readers, lets them ask stuff, etc. Tumblr, he talks, interacts a little more, and reblogs a lot, he also has a few little blogs - one for reblogging things, one for just his own talking and stuff (inc when he comments on his weblogs outside of tags - those go on both.), one where he is magical author man. Readers can talk to him there, and see when he makes new content just for fun. They love it!

And when they do the asking, it depends which he’s on. Twitter - he’s serious, mature, and very adult. Tumblr - it’s like he looked at his full ass inbox, and did some drugs before answering them. He is so fun on Tumblr.

“You said [Character] does [Hobby] in the first book, and they still do in [Later book]. Did they get any better?”

Twitter Megs: It depends. Time may only tell if they did. Full answer on tumblr - [link]

Tumblr Megs:

lol they still suck ass.

Also, Elita, being an Artist on Tumblr with her own characters, world, lore, and stuff, knows him. She loves to make him things, and has read his books. She likes them. Eventually once Ariel and Orion were bondmates, and she started having to spend more time with him (Orion and Megs shared a house for like, their v. of six years, basically- and they were gonna be in-laws, gotta learn to get along with the family. kinda. at least for dinner.), they got along. She became his beta-reader for the third book, and his editor. (She suggested the smut, and wrote it. The explicit part is on her tumblr/ao3, megs didn’t let that go through, only suggestive/implied! He got really hot and bothered by it… in the negative way. He likes it, until the actual sex. Then *scream* SLAM! So it all goes on ao3.)

She also stands up for him when people steal his shit. He doesn’t really do much besides say ‘hey, please don’t copy/steal my stuff’, as he’s new to the internet. She’s been around since he was fourteen, and she used to be like that, but now she’s aged up, and she will not tolerate theft!! So she screams it from the rooftops, and alerts people “hey! They steal/copy other ppl’s content! Stay away from them! >:(.” it’s something she does for a lot of people, and Megs is included bc she knows that just like her, he hold his blorbos close and dear to his heart.

Ppl also hate him in the second book/prequel, he does the thing, and kills a character for the first time, especially one that had become so beloved!! He didn’t like doing it. He cried, a lot. He hated having to bring them back home to him. But he happily put them out into the world for ppl to make fics about them.

That being said, he doesn’t like it when people make fics where they mess with specific established stuff (sexuality, race, etc.), but otherwise, if it’s just an AU (Cafe!AU, Royalty!AU, Highschool!AU, etc.), other little things, (fluff, angst, etc.), or even something else (fix-it fic, song-fic, slice of life, how a pair may have got together, etc.) he loves them!! He loves all of that, to see people being inspired, tossing his babies into scenarios, making what-if?s about them, maybe letting them have a break with some fluff, or whatever! It’s his favorite! And he loves to scroll and see the things. So every time his kills a character, he puts a tag around their neck, and gives them back to the fan base to play with.

I’m begging you lot, think about it!! Just an idea, but what if?! Wouldn’t it be fun?

#transformers #memes #maccadam #megatron #au idea #elita one #orion pax #ariel #writer megatron #author megatron

11 notes · View notes