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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Animalistic | dark!Peter Parker x reader

summary: your friend Peter has a crush on you, everybody knows it, nobody does anything about it. except, of course, when he gains new powers and loses control of his affections.

word count: 3k

warnings: smut! (non con), degradation, creampie kink, choking, forced begging, peter overall being a huge asshole, everybody is 18+ but heavily implied to be high school seniors

a/n: okay so this was actually inspired by a scene from an episode of buffy (lol) so if you’re a fan and you recognize some of this dialogue then that’s why! I pretty much had to write this as soon as it ended because it was so hot jfc

Peter had always acted slightly strange around you. Not all the time; he was one of your best friends, and 99% of the time you felt completely comfortable around him.

But that 1%... when you went to pool parties together, when you asked him to turn around while you changed, when you bumped into him at Homecoming last year and he looked at you in a way that was definitely more than friendly…

Everyone knew he had a crush on you, they told you constantly. It was pretty much an open secret at this point, you were pretty sure that he knew you knew, and so everyone just knew but never talked about it. Even though it was getting more awkward by the minute as a result, you didn’t see any reason for it to change.

What you didn’t know was that something had changed, something you could never understand fully but which had transformed your friend completely. He had gained new strength, a new power his body could barely handle; and with it, everything he needed to take what he had wanted and longed for but never before could’ve attained.

What you didn’t know was that, while you were cleaning up the AV club meeting room after school, when the building was nearly deserted and the sun was beginning to set, Peter had already found you, and watched you, and waited for the right moment to use his powers of stealth to sneak up behind you. He whispered your name, just past your shoulder, and you whipped around suddenly.

“Peter!” you yelped, stepping back slightly— but he took a step closer. When you stepped to the side to get past him, he stepped just a moment faster and blocked your way. It was like a waltz, but significantly more terrifying. Instantly you knew this was not the Peter you were used to. This was not your best friend, this was not the guy who had laughed with you and cried with you and been by your side all through high school. This was somebody else… and he was way too close for comfort.

“Where are you going?” he asked with a little smirk, dripping with the confidence that you weren’t going anywhere. When you tried to run, he grabbed you; when you tried to break free, he pushed you to the ground, pinning you by your wrists.

“Get off of me!” you cried.

“Is that really what you want?” he pressed. “‘Cause I think you want me. I think you didn’t want to admit it before, but you’re attracted to me— and it’s okay! It’s good. God, I’ve been waiting for so long for you to just accept it…” he trailed off as one hand released your wrist so it could brush across your face.

You swung your freed hand at him, landing a punch; when he raised his hands to his cheek, you managed to squirm out from under him and get to your feet. You hadn’t even taken a step towards the door yet when he had already gotten up and stood in your way, shrugging off the punch like it was nothing as he stalked towards you.

Remember what you learned in Tae Kwon Do, you repeated like a chant in your mind, holding your fists up in a blocking stance, stumbling slightly when you backed into a desk behind you. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Peter.”

He lunged forward and grabbed you, roughly slamming you against the wall as he pinned you again and you sobbed with terror. “Do you wanna hurt me now?” he taunted. “Go ahead and try, I like seeing you fight—” he leaned in closer, until you could feel his breath against your ear— “and knowing it’s fucking useless.”

“S-stop,” you whimpered, “Peter, please— this isn’t you.”

“But it is me, sweetheart,” he growled, smiling with teeth so much sharper than you remembered. “Did you really think I’d wait forever, crushing on you from the sidelines, watching you date all those douchebags who didn’t ever treat you right and never taking you for myself? I was just puny little Peter, your dumb geeky friend you thought you were too good for.”

“No!” you denied. “No, Peter, I never thought that.”

“You like ‘em mean, don’t you?” he chuckled, ignoring you completely. “That’s why you keep dating these guys who treat you like crap. You want mean, you want dangerous, you want strong and brutal and… animalistic. I can do that. I can do mean.”

“Peter, please don’t—”

He took a long, slow breath in through his nose, letting his eyes fall shut as he smiled with satisfaction. “You don’t need to be so scared,” he whispered, “but I kinda like it. The more I scare you, the better you smell.”

You opened your mouth to ask what the fuck he was talking about, but words didn’t come to you as he leaned in and attaching his lips to your neck, licking and sucking at your pulse point. A breathless whimper spilled out from between your lips as you shivered beneath him, feeling his smile of satisfaction on your skin.

He kicked your legs apart, slotting his body between them and laughing as he rocked his hips against yours; but he wasn’t laughing at that, he was laughing at the fear he must have smelled on you when you felt his hard cock between your legs. “Hmm, you’re thinking it’s a little big, right? You’re thinking ‘wait a second, how am I supposed to take all that?’ Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re gonna love it. You’re gonna love coming all over this thick, aching cock…”

He purred— a low, deep sound that echoed through his chest and rattled your heart— as he started to pull your jacket off roughly, not finding your resistance much trouble at all. Your shirt, though, he ripped through like it was paper; you winced and looked away, unable to stomach the sight of him licking his lips as he tore through your bra, too.

“Look at these pretty tits,” he cooed, reaching up to grab them roughly, twisting the nipples and watching them harden under his ministrations. “You like that, huh? You like having your tits played with? Is this how your asshole exes did it, too?”

You shook your head, afraid that he would hurt you more if you didn’t answer at all.

The relief you experienced when he took his hands off of your chest was short-lived, as his touch drifted down to your jeans instead.

“No, Peter,” you gasped, your eyes shooting open as he glared back down at you while he unbuttoned and unzipped your fly. “Wait, wait, you don’t— you don’t have to do this.”

“I know. I want to,” he asserted as he roughly pulled your jeans— and panties— down to your ankles. You cried as he instantly dove in between your legs, licking you eagerly, holding you down with a vice-tight grip on your thighs. Every movement of his tongue shot jolts of pleasure up your body, making your head fall back against the wall. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your sex in his mouth, “your pussy is fucking delicious, sweetheart.”

When you tried to push him away, all you managed to do was card your fingers through his hair, and he grinned before latching his lips onto your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking and quivering against his face.

“You gonna come, honey? You’re so close, I can taste it…”

“No,” you denied, “no— you’re wrong, I don't—”

“You like it,” he snarled. “You like how it feels when I fuck you with my tongue. See?” Just for emphasis, he had to thrust his tongue inside you, making the most filthy squelching noises as the wetness of his mouth collided with the wetness your body had produced for him so easily. “Just come,” he encouraged. “It’ll make you nice and tight for when I put my cock in you.”

You fought it with everything in you, but with the way he held you down and forced the barrage of sensation on you, it was impossible to avoid. Disturbingly, it was not in spite of the fear that you hit your peak; if anything, it actually made it stronger, mixing with your arousal to create a delicious sickness in your gut as the coil snapped and you gasped his name, falling apart atop his face as your thighs clamped down on his head against your will.

When his tongue broke away from you, pulling back with a come-slickened grin, you shuddered. “Was that so hard?” he faux-pouted. “I knew it. I knew you wanted me. See how good I can make you feel? Well, it’s only gonna get better.”

“W-wait,” you stammered as he stood up, but he paid no mind, grabbing you by the neck and forcing you to spin around and face the wall. He slapped your ass, hard, before you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. You didn’t see it, you never saw it, but you felt it as he pressed the hot, hard shape against you. You bit back a squeal as you felt how thick it was, tears striping your face as he laughed at you again: cruel, mocking, cold.

“Yeah, this cock’s gonna be inside you, sweetheart. Finally.”

“Don’t… please don’t…” you sighed weakly, just above a whisper.

He pulled your hips back roughly, forcing you to arch your back. You felt so exposed, almost like you were in display for him, as he teased your sensitive clit with the head of his cock. “You can keep begging if you want, it’s kinda cute.”

You knew you were past the point of stopping him, but you hoped you could at least reason with him slightly, or bargain with him in any way. “Please…” you whispered, “don’t make it hurt. Please just be gentle.”

He laughed. And he’d laughed so many times before, but this was different. This time was almost genuine, like it was actually funny to him. He laughed so hard that it sounded like he would lose his breath, until it all came to a sudden stop and he pressed his entire body against your back, growling into your ear: “No.”

He shoved his cock into you, all the way to the hilt, holding your hips still so he could bury himself in your heat. “Fuck!” he groaned, already pulling back and slamming into you brutally. “You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.”

The praise made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, even with his warm breath against the skin there. His intrusion stung, made your insides burn with the force of his rough movements. Worst of all was how good it felt, against everything that made you want to hate it. His cock filled you better and reached deeper in you than anything ever had before, and your earlier orgasm made everything more sensitive. His balls were slapping against your clit with each thrust, and as lewd as it was, it was just as perfect as you shivered from every brief-yet-powerful touch.

Your sobs morphed to moans, exacerbated by his hands roughly grabbing your breasts again once his arms had wrapped around you.

“Oh, I know you love it so much,” he cooed with a taunting grin. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Before you’d even really gotten a chance to shake your head, he wrapped his hand tightly around your neck, cutting off your air as you opened your mouth in search of a breath you couldn’t reach.

“You get to breathe when you’re ready to be honest,” he explained gruffly, “with me and with yourself. Tell me,” he repeated, harsher than before, “how good it feels.”

As soon as he released his grip on your pulse, you cried out. “So good!” you sobbed. “So good, Peter, it f-feels so good…”

“Good enough to make you come?” he smirked. “I think so, with the way this needy little cunt is squeezing me so tight already. Are you close, baby? Fuck, I hope so, I wanna see you come for my cock.”

You breathed through your teeth, hoping you could will yourself not to, but at this point was it even worth the effort? Maybe giving into him really was the best thing— you’d already told him how good it felt, you’d already come from his mouth, you’d already pleaded weakly for him to be gentle only for him to fuck you with a vengeance. How much more dignity could you possibly lose?

“Beg me to let you come,” he instructed, “and then beg me to come inside you.”

Okay, so that’s a lot more dignity you had left to lose.

“N-no, Peter,” you whimpered, “I’m not— you can’t— I’m not on—”

You were cut off with a choke again, your cries sputtering into silence. “You should learn to do what you’re told,” he grunted. “I’ll keep choking you until you pass out, I don’t care. If you want to breathe, don’t take that air for granted. Beg.”

You shook your head against the grip on your neck, even with the spots of black dancing at the edge of your vision. Your hands clawed at his, uselessly fighting his impossible strength.

“Are you ready to beg yet, sweetheart?” he whispered. With hot tears filling your darkening eyes, you finally nodded. He let go and a gasp filled your lungs.

“Please, Peter,” you cried instantly, voice still hoarse and weak from the lack of air, “please— let me come. I wanna come for you, please…”

“That’s good,” he encouraged, “keep going.”

“Please!” you yelped, repeating it over and over until the word had lost all meaning and just because the noises of your despair as pleasure filled you past the point of no return. You were terrified of what would happen if you came without his permission, and worse, you were sure he would be able to tell since he could feel your walls pulsing and, apparently, smell your fear which was a horrifying thought.

“Okay, baby,” he groaned, pumping into you faster and harder until your hips were slamming into the wall in front of you painfully. “Go ahead and come for me.”

“Fuck!” you cried, your legs shaking as you tried to hold yourself up on wobbly knees, pleasure rocking your body ruthlessly and relentlessly. You heard him chuckle softly against your ear, mumbling his approval, but his words were just static in the pleasured haze of your mind, your body limp and drained of all fight as he used your body to chase his own high.

“Now beg me to come inside you,” he reminded you with a growl. “Beg me to fill up this little pussy with my come.”

“I can’t,” you breathed, barely audible.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s not that hard. Are you too dumb to beg, little baby? Are you all stupid now that my cock’s in you?”

You whimpered but couldn’t muster words.

“All you can do is whine and cry like the dumb baby you are, hm? Then I don’t think you get to breathe anymore,” he frowned, disappointed as he tightened his hand around your neck again.

“Wait—” you pleaded with the last of your breath, feeling his grip hesitate. “Please,” you gasped, swallowing dryly to try to stomach your own words, “please come inside me… fill up my… my little pussy, with your come, please, Peter.”

He grinned, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Good job, sweetheart,” he praised, “you’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for…”

You grimaced as you felt him start to flex and pulse inside you, warmth spreading between your legs and leaking out of you to drip down around his cock.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned slowly, your name leaving his lips in a sigh as he started to catch his breath.

And then it was just the two of you, alone in this empty classroom, sweaty and panting and sticky in the worst possible places.

The moment he pulled out of you and stepped back, his weight no longer holding you up against the wall, you crumpled to the floor. When he observed you lying there, he seemed proud of his work.

You sort of expected him to just leave you on the floor, but he was gentlemanly enough to help you up and even to pull your jeans up for you, dooming you to a fate of ruined panties as his come seeped from your abused entrance. Your shirt and bra were ruined, meaning you would have to put on your jacket and zip it up all the way to be able to get off of campus without some indecent exposure.

"This was fun," he announced, "we should do it again some time."

"Yeah, no thanks," you scoffed as you started to walk towards the door— but he stopped you by grabbing your arm, turning you to face him.

"You can go, for now," he hissed, "but I'm not anywhere near done with you. Understand?"

You nodded sheepishly, and he finally let go. Like you'd wanted to more than anything since he'd appeared behind you, you finally slipped out through the door. You tried not to think about what had just occurred. You tried not to think about his promise that it would happen again. You tried not to think about how he had made you come taster and harder than you ever had before.

Maybe he was right, and you really do like 'em mean after all.

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #dark!peter parker x reader #dark!peter parker x you #peter parker noncon

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aw-eather · 4 years

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Heather Watches SG1: s1ep4 The Broca Divide

On todays episode of Heather doesn’t have anything better to do with her time and wants to re-watch episodes she’s seen 8 times/in the last 2 months, I will be rewatching Broca Divide and giving my thoughts in the form of dot points. It makes me laugh, it makes you laugh apparently and its just a bit of fun. I will try and put these all in one place at some point so we can find them all.

Warning: I don’t like Daniel in this episode (or most for that matter) so if Daniel is your fave, look away!

Really pretty shot of the mountain

dress blues fuck

they look so good

like really fucking good

Sam is like “sir did you just sass the General?”

she just rolled her eyes at him and did the little grin when he joked about the names being too complicated she’s so cute and adorable

Jack looks really really good

Like they both look so fucking good in those dress uniforms

I have a thing for uniforms apparently

but they both look good in dark blue its not my fault

Sassy Daniel

Silly Daniel (not my perscription)

Silly Jack making Sam smile (why doesn’t the MALP have one of these?)

I love them already

She’s so young.. such a baby space hero

FLYBOY

my cuppa tea is STRONG i messesd up

Night vision cam

Whomp they got jumped

Yeah shooting works too

They were PEOPLE, Daniel. Come on, i was starting to like you

CREDITS

I have VERY strong memories of waking up as a kid and walking past a tv that had been left on and seeing these exact opening credits when I was a kid.

AMANDA YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

especially that shot of them coming through the gate with the purple sky, I strongly remember that.

Does Daniel ever know whats going on/what it is/where they are/what it means?

I also call it rape and agree we should stop it fuck you Daniel, wtf?!?!?!

I don’t care if you think its how pre historic men mate, its fucking rape you ass hole what the fuck This isn’t a prehistoric time, you didn’t time travel, you can interfere. How Sam did not deck you at all during the last two episodes is BEYOND ME

The Untouched.

ooooh sun

JACK AND SAM BEING ADORABLE AND JOKING AROUND STOP MY HEART I LOVE THEM

I remember when my friends and I watched this and we were joking about how Jack went grey really quick and @allofthecaffeine said it was because he had to parent Daniel. I died

Scruffy Jack looks SO FUCKING GOOD WTF

he is so aesthetically pleasing honestly

Jack stop being sarcastic

Daniel stop

You’re not gonna find out why now either, Daniel. No body cares about the bulls.

I mean I kinda wanna know but not the point

Thats a lot of yes sir from Daniel, sto being a tit. I know you wanna look at this shit but its not what you’re actually there for babe.

Daniel stop interupting ffs shut up

Jack wake up honey

Uh oh

Marine looks unhappy

Sam’s little smile I love her

Jack doesn’t sound happy but he will be. He will learn to love his scientific girlfriend and their archaesologist son

“please release me, Lt. Johnson” Teal’c is everything. He’s the best. I love Teal’c.

Makepeace being Makepeace

Teal’c just stops the punch with one hand like its nothing lol “I would prefer to not hurt this man” lol

Daniel helping Sam out cause he’s a good friend, kinda sweet

Jesus those poor guys

Sam rushing to help because Sam is the best

oh FUCK

LOCKER SCENE

OH SHIT

TANK TOP

WE ALL DO

TANK TOP

NO NOT LIKE THIS JACK O’NEILL DID YOU JUST ADMIT TO HAVING THE HOTS FOR YOUR 2IC??

CAUSE I MEAN SAME BUT YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO

TANK TOP

HE PUT HIS FACE VERY CLOSE TO HER NECK THERE FOR A SECOND FOR NO REASON, HE WAS THINKING ABOUT IT

I wonder how many times they thought about hooking up in locker rooms after this...

just a thought

poor Sam is always getting tied down to be... I am gonna choose not to finish that sentence

JANET

JAAAANNNNEEEEEETT

LOVE OF MY LIFE

LIGHT OF THE SGC

TINY DOC AS I CALL HER

love the explination of the iso rooms like we needed that info

she looks sso good

she eserved so much better

excellent observation hun, I would never have guessed

strongest offspring huh

JACK GETTING DEFENSIVE ABOUT SAM

SHE SCRATCHED HIS NECK MY GOD

FUCK OFF DANIEL “YOU POOR MAN” GET FUCKED

SHE’S NOT YOURS TO CARE ABOUT

OH SHIT JACK HE DIDN’T QUITE DESERVE THAT MUCH OF A BEATING YET

LEAVE THAT UNTIL S8

JANET

SHE IS SO PRETTY STOP IT

I MISS HER

Had to pause cause my mum’s making coffee and my kitchen/lounge are one room

So how we all doing?

My aunt has turned up to use my oven because its better than hers

I might not get to finish this yet fam

I’m back

I got lunch

“never seen anything like this on earth” honey you are dealing with ALIENS

Of course you haven’t!

Why you explaining the names, didn’t y’all have a debrief.

MR TEAL’C STOP IT THATS SO UCKING CUTE jANET NO

First of many new plaugues, Hammond, don’t stress. This is just a normal day in the office for you

Janet’s hair is so bouncy I love her

Poor Jack

He’s having a rough day which isn’t unusual but its rough

Hammond stop stressing, you will be FINE

JANET’S S M I L E

I love her so much she deserved the world

Just the two of us suck it UP DANIEL

Once more unto the breach

Thats a great episode of Sanctuary actually. One of my faves

“we dumped them in a small room” lol Teal’c you the best

Daniel ffs

Guns again

to be fair they’d frighten me off. P90 is a big fun

so I guess it checks out

uh oh daniels been taken

what a shame

Oh Hammond poor thing

Aww even like this Jack is adorable

RDA sure is a good actor just saying

lol neck scratches ;)

Sorry I’ve said it like eight times but Janet is so, so beautiful.

Permanent brain damage? Sounds like a normal day in the office for these Space Babies

Always the hero, Jack

AW he touched her face

STOP IT I LOVE HER SO MUCH I CANNOT BREATH I’M GONNA C R Y

i love the language in SG1 and all the Goa’uld words

Poor Teal’c. They were v rude to him

YAS TEAL’C BEAT SOME ASS SO PROUD OF YOOOOOOU

GET THAT BLOOD

To be honest, I would have left Daniel behind but apparently we don’t do that... so

SAM NO

POOR BABY

LIGHTLY STABBED

POOR SPACE BBY

MR. TEAL’C JANET STOOOOOP I CAN’T

lots of big words Janet, stop with the big words

more big words

of course he’s sure, he’s Jack, he wants to help everyone...

well... not everyone but thats fine

LUCY I’M HOME

I AM NOT LUCY

Oh for crying out loud count is at two this episode

the gate spinning is their entire budget lets be honest

SAMMY

As if Daniel would be d...i guess he’s usually dead, isn’t he? Never mind

“Daniel you dog, keep this up you’ll have a girl on every planet” WHERE IS THE LIE

WHY IS EVERYONE ATTRACTED TO DANIEL WHEN JACK IS RIGHT THERE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

More bulls

I love this guys crop top

also those blues are really pretty

Daniel is gonna need a new uniform, thats ones a bit ripped up

S C I E N C E

“There’s our boy” SEE HE IS THEIR CHILD

Aww those little happy grins

he looks so pleased

OG MY GOD

YES YOU DO REMEMBER

HOWS THE WOUND

WOUND

GOT STABBED IN THE STOMACH

THERE WONT EVEN BE A SCAR

GOOD. i WAS WORRIED YOU’D NEVER WEAR THE TANK TOP AGAIN

I N N A P R O P R I A T E

I N S U B O R D I N A T I O N

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH JFC ITS BEEN 4 EPISODES AND I CANNOT HNDLE THEM

stop flirting with your 2IC but actually never stop

marry her

Final Thoughts

Janet is the light of my life

she deserved the world and was paid dust

fuck the powers that be

how dare they

this episode is so cute and fun

but semi-serious

but like... fun?? IDK i really like Broca Divide

prescious babies are precious

they love each other so much already

TANK TOP!SAM

DRESS BLUES!SAM

DRESS BLUES!JACK

ok i’m done

Alright friends, lemme know what you think of this episode. That was fun, I love it so much. Its so fun jumping back from s4 Atlantis (where I’m currently up to) to watch s1 SG1 Sam because she’s such a baby and so precious and now she’s a LEADER bless her

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alwaysupatnight · 3 years

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Send you a character impressions ask: Arthur Morgan (so you can talk about your soft cowboy) and Seth Gecko, Kate Fuller, and... OH let's hear about Daryl Dixon too!

Seth Gecko

First impression: I’d never seen the movie okay. I didn’t know what to expect from him at all!! I honestly wasn’t sure I even liked him that much until like that scene where he punches out Chet at the Twister.

Impression now: THE TRASHY AF LOVE OF MY LIFE. I have so many feelings about Seth Gecko it’d be impossible to list them all here. I think about him nearly every damn day.

Favorite moment: I think it’d have to be in s3 when he’s trying to stop Kate from going after Amaru with the shotgun and how he’s like “easy, easy” at her for getting too riled up. XD SHE IS RUNNING HEADFIRST INTO DANGER ALREADY AND HE IS TRYING TO PROTECT HER. But there’s honestly so many favorite moments. But also jfc that shotgun... all the phallic symbolism there. 👀

Idea for a story: SO MANY IDEAS. THEY JUST NEVER STOP. My latest one is this one where he and Richie are both coyote shifters. And I’ve had this idea for YEARS, but I’m just starting to explore it now.

Unpopular opinion: Seth is not the smooth mfer everyone thinks he is. He is awkward and dorky af and just really great at hiding that. XD And he is not adventurous in bed. AT ALL. HE DOES NOT WANT ANYTHING UP HIS ASS ALRIGHT. Unless, of course, if Kate is suggesting it…

Favorite relationship: SethKate obviously. :P

Favorite headcanon: SETH HAS A PRAISE KINK. LBR HE LOVES TO BE BOSSED AROUND BY KATE. HE JUST WANTS TO DO A GOOD JOB.

Kate Fuller

First impression: MY SUN AND STARS. I thought she was precious. Although maybe that was me projecting on Madie because I loved her as Ethel in Shameless so much. I really only watched FDTD because of her.

Impression now: MY SUN AND STARS. I LOVE THIS GIRL SO MUCH. UGH. JUST HER HEART. HER GOODNESS. HOW PROACTIVE OF A CHARACTER SHE IS. HOW SHE’S ALWAYS LIGHTING A FIRE UNDER ALL THE BOYS’ ASSES BECAUSE WITHOUT HER NOTHING WOULD EVER GET DONE. She’s definitely one of my favorite characters of all time now. I love that she’s not afraid to go toe-to-toe with some supernatural assholes (and a couple of regular ones too) even though she is TINY. She is cute, but she WILL FIGHT. I just love that about her so much. And how every action of hers comes from a place of love. But she’s not perfect, and she may be good, but she is NOT nice and WILL ABOSLUTELY WRECK YOU.

Favorite moment: There are so many, honestly. idk how to pick. But I love during the Mexican Honeymoon how she’s giving Seth so much shit for bungling the bank heist and then making excuses later. She’s not just gonna sit and take it okay. She’s giving him an earful about it and he’s gonna LISTEN DAMMIT.

Idea for a story: Well, I already mentioned the coyote shifters thing… There’s also the Yellowstone road trip thing I’ve been working on. And then the two alternate scenarios of Seth running into her at Jed’s that @yossariandawn persuaded me to write that we were coming up with ideas for yesterday. XD So I started working on a couple little ficlets for that. One where Kate is shackled, and another where Seth walks in on Richie and Kate holding hands during the blood bond, and it’s an awkward little parallel to the Twister “you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” bit. XD

Unpopular opinion: idk that this is an unpopular opinion necessarily, but some people don’t like to acknowledge or just don’t realize how much of a shit stirrer she really is!!

Favorite relationship: Sethkate.

Favorite headcanon: Okay, so I’ve definitely mentioned before that I headcanon that she is a Cancer sign. But after learning more about astrology, I think she’s definitely also an Aries moon. She can be really impulsive when she’s emotional, and she’s also got an anger streak lbr!!

Send Me a Character!!

Arthur Morgan

First impression: SERIAL KILLER!! Literally the first video I saw of someone playing him he was running people over in Saint Denis with his horse and racking up a huge bounty on his head. XD I really thought this game was just Grand Theft Horsey. :P

Impression now: LISTEN. I AM STILL CRYING OVER HIM THREE YEARS LATER OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE. XD

Favorite moment: There’s lots, but one of my favorites is in this scene with his friend and French artist Charles Châtenay where he’s watching a brawl break out at an art gallery over some risqué art that Charles painted. Charles gets a beating and Arthur is just laughing at him and being entertained by it all. XD I LOVE HIS LAUGH THERE SO MUCH. ONE OF THE FEW TIMES HE ACTUALLY ENJOYS HIMSELF. ARTHUR DESERVED HAPPINESS.

[Here] is a video if you wanna watch that scene for yourself. XD

Idea for a story: I did have an idea for a kind of time travel/fix-it fic that is also an Arthur/OFC story… I probably won’t write it now, but it’s like after his death in the game he time travels to the present day because of this talisman he got from a Native American chief and he meets a woman named Emma and they fall in love and get married and are expecting their first kid. BUT THEN. EMMA GETS SENT BACK IN TIME TO BEFORE THE BLACKWATER CATASTROPHE. AND PAST ARTHUR DOESN’T KNOW HER. BUT HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH HER ALL OVER AGAIN. lmfao it’s complicated which is why I never actually wrote it because I couldn’t figure out how to tell that story… But it was supposed to be like Outlander in reverse kinda...

Unpopular opinion: MARY LINTON IS TOXIC AF AND ARTHUR DESERVED BETTER

Favorite relationship: I think that has to go to Arthur & Hosea. THAT’S HIS REAL DAD OKAY. IDGAF. I just love how patient he is with Arthur, even if he teases him sometimes. It’s always really affectionate and playful. And I didn’t really ship Arthur with anyone in the game, but if I did it would’ve been with Charlotte!! I loved their scenes so much!!

Favorite headcanon: He didn’t actually die… and he lived out his days to the age of 100+. He was around for the invention of microwaves and television and pop music. He and Jack hung out sometimes and they celebrated the release of Jack’s first novel together. lmfao

Daryl Dixon

First impression: Umm I think I thought he was kinda cute. XD Him throwing the squirrels at Rick was funny too.

Impression now: idk I stopped watching that show years ago. But when I quit the series, he and Beth were my everything so I know I had a lot of feelings about him.

Favorite moment: The white trash brunch and “Oh” scenes. He was just so soft and open with Beth. He was TRYING.

Idea for a story: I don’t write for that fandom anymore and never will again. But I did have a couple stories in the works though. One was a ZA fic where he and Beth are married with a newborn at the start of the apocalypse and it just follows the first few episodes with some changes because it’s also set a few years later. And another story I had was a singer!Beth au where she’s just getting famous and is dating Daryl and they have to keep their relationship a secret. And there were definitely fights with paparazzi planned. lol And a lot of sneaking around.

Unpopular opinion: I can’t think of anything.

Favorite relationship: Bethyl. There was a quote by NR where he said something like when Daryl loves, it’s for life? I still maintain that there will never be anyone else. Even if there is later in the show, there isn’t. lol

Favorite headcanon: That Merle is actually his biological father... lol

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hOLY SHIT I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR ACCOUNT BUT JFC I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DUDE Can you make a Valdangelo Godswap AU? You might know what this is from, but could you do Aphrodite Nico with Athena Leo? Leo's like a HUGE nerd and Nico's super hot and cute and always has glitter on his face, obsessed with pink, etc jfc, Leo has a huge crush on Nico and Nico also has a huge crush on Leo, but both of them are sO OBLIVIOUS and are constantly trying to improve themselves for eachother :))

“piper. piper, please explain this. piper, i’m legit about to start crying right now, you have no idea—“

“dude,” the daughter of hermes interrupted, “just like...breathe.”

[[MORE]]

“i can’t!” leo threw his arms up in the air, the predicament he was facing clearly taking a toll on his mental state — not good for a son of athena. “piper — have you seen him? i physically can’t speak whenever he tries to talk to me!”

“it’s just nico, leo,” piper soothed her friend, whose emotions were the equivalent of a knott’s berry farm roller coaster. “you went on a quest with him one time.”

“that was a year ago!” leo exclaimed. “when i had no clue that i had a crush on him and we weren’t totally awkward with each other.” his face suddenly curled in horror. “oh my god, i had acne back then. he probably thinks i’m ugly—“

“okay!” piper yelled out, grabbing leo’s arm and pulled him out of the hermes cabin quickly, making him yelp when, in a split second, he was outside and he could actually taste the oxygen on his tongue. piper placed her hands on her hips as she looked at him taking back in the air he lost. “better?”

“physically, yes,” he answered. in contrast, his brain was having a fucking field day. because only ten minutes ago, piper had brought to light the idea that leo had a crush on nico — the revelation which had caused the son of athena to have a mental breakdown because he was that oblivious to his own feelings. and it wasn’t something to feel proud of, because leo had felt that he understood everything about himself up until now.

so he didn’t even bother to question why he felt his face flush whenever nico complimented him, or why he felt butterflies in his stomach whenever nico placed a hand on his shoulder. and it made him internally scream to no end at how, for a child of an intelligent goddess, he was such a dumbass.

“well, you’re fine now,” piper said. “i haven’t seen you have this much of a heart attack since the whole jason incident... for the same reason. god, athena kids are hopeless romantics.”

“shut up, piper!” leo flapped his hands. “i just need to think for a second.”

his friend’s face contorted into sympathy, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. it made leo feel guilty. whenever something was ‘too much,’ he tended to lash out because he was having a crisis wrapping his head around whatever was happening. he apologized but she told him not to worry.

“it’s just... i just... i don’t even know,” he mumbled, burying his face in her chb t-shirt. “i think i like him... a lot? he’s really cute and i’m really bad at confessing my feelings for people. plus he’s a child of aphrodite! he’s basically out of my league.”

she grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look her in the eye. “i’m sorry, whose brilliant idea was it to create demigod cell phones that don’t attract monsters?”

leo didn’t answer and she nudged him slightly before he mumbled a small “...me.”

“and who was able to behead an entire column of cyclopes with a single ballista fire?”

leo started laughing. “me.”

“and who fought the leader of an army of rabid hellhounds and speared him through the chest?”

“okay, okay, i get it!” leo exclaimed, his smile crinkling his eyes. “that was me.”

“if you are able to defeat a rogue demigod in under a split second, then you are out of nico’s league! if he doesn’t return your feelings, then he has to raise his standards!”

leo snorted before hugging piper tight, the touch-starved soul within him begging to encase his best friend in a big hug. piper really knew how to rile people up.

“piper, have i ever told you how amazing you are?”

“i mean... i always knew, but okay.”

leo would’ve punched her if she wasn’t being amazing right now.

suddenly he felt piper shift under his embrace, he looked up and saw her with an uncomfortable expression. “uh, dude—”

“valdez?”

his heart suddenly stopped at the sound of the gravelly voice that belonged to the one and only man of his dreams. he turned around on impulse, which was a mistake because he was suddenly frozen on the spot and his fingers weren’t even moving an inch and leo was pretty sure his mind wasn’t any better because nico was right there—

if you asked leo valdez what his favorite thing about nico di angelo was, he probably wouldn’t answer and just spontaneously combust. nico di angelo had an inch on him, less thin limbs and more... well, hotness. he had smooth olive skin with galaxies upon galaxies of freckles, curled hair that was currently in a weak (yet cute) ponytail, and he was wearing a pink leather jacket with studs and clips. his dark eyes were glittered up under the lids, giving him almost a fairy look that nearly made leo collapse on his own.

leo probably looked like a gaping fish, his face dark and flushed. nico wasn’t helping. because he wasn’t saying anything either and leo really needed him to hand him a subject because if he wasn’t, leo was going to accidentally fall into his arms and kiss him senseless—

“can i...” nico started, before clearing his throat. leo was swerving by the raspiness of his voice. “can i talk to you for a minute?”

leo glanced at piper, who was hiding a thumbs up that only leo could see. he looked back to nico and could only nod.

leo said his goodbyes to the daughter of hermes and followed his crush to camp half-blood’s lake, a shimmering blue that reflected the sun overhead, a small dock leading out towards the water. leo caught sight of some water spirits, who waved at him flirtily, and he forced himself not to blush as he shyly waved back.

“that was your friend?” nico asked. he had perched himself on the edge of the small wooden dock, the darkness of his raven hair pulling away by the streams of sunlight illuminating it. he looked gorgeous as the sun cascaded across his freckled skin. his legs were crossed, and he was looking at leo with a weird face. leo didn’t know what emotion he was expressing but he hoped it wasn’t bad.

“huh?” he realized after around 9.5 seconds that nico was talking to him. “oh, yeah, piper! we’ve been friends since we were kids, we’re pretty close.”

nico raised an eyebrow before humming in acknowledgement. what, did he want him to say they were dating or something? leo could never figure him out, which was probably why leo liked him for some stupid reason — the only equation he couldn’t solve.

nico patted the empty space next to him. “sit,” he said.

leo blinked before walking over to where he was, crouching down to sit upon the dock and let his feet dangle over the edge.

“why did you want to talk to me?” leo asked. (if he had been looking, he would’ve seen nico curse under his breath.)

“oh, um, i was lonely... yeah, because my friends are on a date and they’re like the only people i hang out with so...”

leo felt his high hopes drop to a new low. oh. that’s why he brought him here. leo felt a bubble of spite fill his stomach, more towards himself than towards nico. because of course nico wouldn’t want to converse with him in the first place — leo was so insignificant that he was barely a mole on a baby’s ass. the new information already made him want to jump in the lake and leave camp.

“so i’m like your rebound?” he joked, almost sarcastically, and his eyes widened when nico’s head snapped towards him in an almost defensive position.

“no!” he yelled. “i wouldn’t just do that to you. you’re... uh...” he coughed. “you’re fun to talk to...”

the spite bubble popped, and he made a soft “oh.” he really wished he knew how any of his nerdy rants and book reviews were “fun,” since those were majority of his conversations with the son of love. nico was from the 30s, which meant that he didn’t know much from this era and leo had once been a bit of a tour guide. once in a while he would bring up a topic that leo was obsessed with and he would go into a thirty minute explanation into star wars or dc comics. then he would promptly realize that he’s been infodumping and die on the inside.

nico sighed. “look, i really enjoy your company. you’re smart and you have funny jokes.”

leo made a face. “all of my jokes are inside jokes that no one understands.”

“...yeah, but they’re funny when you know the material?”

leo couldn’t help it. he giggled. “sure, you’re just saying that.” he twiddled with his thumbs, dreading for when the conversation was going to hit death valley where neither of them knew what they were going to say. “what do you want to talk about?”

“i don’t actually know?” nico laughed, a short yet heavenly laugh where his eyes closed like butterfly wings and his mouth curled in a dashing smile. “i’m not good at conversation starters.”

“honestly same,” leo replied. “i’m pretty sure all my dialogue has been entirely based on this book series i...” he dragged his sentence before facepalming. “uh, sorry, i don’t know why i’m—”

“no, no!” nico suddenly grabbed his wrists, and leo skin felt cleansed by the touch of fingerless gloves against his arm. “tell me about it.”

leo raised his eyebrow. he had never done this before. “you sure? i can go on about it for an hour and you won’t be able to stop me.”

“no, i’m sure.” he placed leo’s hands back down on his lap. “tell me.”

that was enough of a catalyst to start talking about the latest book collection he had gotten his hands on (in greek, of course), the six of crows duology. he had finished the grisha trilogy just a month ago (in under a week, he might add), and had bought the two books at the camp’s bookstore. he had finished the first book in a single day and read again because it was just that good, but he was struggling to find time to read the other one. he had asked nico if he wanted to hear spoilers (to which nico nodded wordlessly), and leo had then gone into a rant about how dumb kaz was for not actually trying to show inej his feelings or how nina was way too good for matthias (both of which now sounds pretty relevant to the situation), then started screaming about wylan and jesper and wouldn’t stop talking about their cute dynamic and suddenly he was on the topic of grisha as a whole.

the entire time nico was just nodding and looking at him, but as leo was explaining the chemistry of all the book’s relationships, he noticed nico had a lost expression on his face. he was staring at leo, eyes gazing longingly at him with a soft smile and tint of blush on his cheeks (leo suspected it was makeup). the glitter under his eyelashes were prominent, bright pink and gold and adding beautiful contrast to his entire looks. his hair was cascading around his face in ripples. was he daydreaming? leo stopped talking to prove his theory, and nico didn’t stop staring. was he a little too much?

“do i have something on my face?” he questioned, making nico snap back into reality.

“w-what?” nico stuttered.

“you’re staring,” leo mumbled, averting his eyes from the beautiful boy. “i knew it, i’m ranting too much.”

“no, no!” nico exclaimed, waving his hands for emphasis. leo noticed his black and pink nail polish. “it’s just... your eyes are striking.”

leo an inhuman noise, confused. nico realized what he said and immediately tried to recover.

“cause they’re... uh, they’re scary! yeah, they can kill a man in one hit. i should know, i saw you take down a monster twice your size.”

there was silence. it made sense. his eyes were brown, differing from his siblings’ gray ones, yet they were still sharp and jason claimed they made him nervous when they first met. leo didn’t know if he should be proud or not. it was one thing to strike fear in enemies’ hearts. it was another to strike fear in your friends’.

“uh, thanks man,” leo said, internally scolding himself for not having a proper answer. “yours are... neat.”

neat, he screamed at himself. neat! of all the fucking words in the world, that’s what he said. god, athena must be shaking her head in disappointment in olympus. sorry mom.

(it was a travesty since neat was an understatement when it came to nico di angelo.)

“you know what, i’m sorry,” leo apologized, standing up and backing away. “i have a project i need to work on and jake has been asking me to help him with something, i should go—”

“wait!” nico stood up abruptly, which was the worst mistake of his entire life because leo watched in shock as his foot stuttered under the lack of wood under it and sent nico toppling down into the lake below. leo cried out, rushing towards the water and looking over the dock to see nico pop up from the water and gasp for air.

his black bangs stuck to his face, dripping wet with the hair tie forming his ponytail missing. he pulled the strands from his eyes, looking up at leo who had his hands over his mouth as if he was afraid of what nico was going to say next.

“are you okay?” leo asked, trying to ignore how nico still looked breathtaking after taking a dunk into the half-blood waters.

nico slapped his hands down in the water, the flying droplets hitting leo’s face and making him wince. “do i look okay?”

leo didn’t answer, looking down at the dock in shame, and already his brain was about to burst and now he was probably going to cry? because this is like the worst thing to happen to him in forever and now nico is mad at him and he won’t be his friend anymore and all this stuff was making his stomach feel like excommunicating every single acid in it. “sorry.”

“oh fuck, um, wait, oh gods wait, no, it’s my fault i— leo, hold on!”

leo could barely hear him as he did the only thing he could think of doing, not even bothering a second glance as he ran away to the athena cabin.

—

nico was an idiot.

no scratch that, nico was literally the god of idiots. the whole enchilada of idiots with an idiot army by his side.

being a son of aphrodite, nico expected himself to be a master when it came to emotions, especially romantic ones. and it showed, by his ability to patch up relationships between other campers and help them get ready for their dates with his wardrobe expertise. he was able to make monsters swoon by his voice only to set them up to kill them. he was the one, after all, that knocked sense into percy that he had a crush on annabeth.

but all of that was thrown out the window by leo valdez.

cute, adorable leo, who went for hours on end with tv series and science rantings that nico couldn’t even comprehend because he was always staring at his face, starry eyed and so passionate that it made his chest hurt. whose intelligence was able to bring down a rogue demigod general in the titan war. who was so easy to fluster and make laugh till he couldn’t breathe.

so, nothing could have compared to the absolute disaster he was when they talked a week ago.

first strike was when he had forgotten to create a valid reason to speak with him (anything other than him wanting to stare at leo in a non-creepy way) and fucked it up by explaining that he was some sort of rebound. a rebound! leo wasn’t a rebound, he was a goddamn blessing!

then was when he was caught and he replied with, “your eyes are striking.” he tried to ignore that part because he had never been that stupid, and his explanation wasn’t any better because leo probably took offense of him calling him scary (which he can be but nico likes his face).

finally — falling in the lake. the one thing he was not prepared for, making him so pissed off at how bad he was at this whole feelings thing that he accidentally lashed out at leo. it was the worst — seeing hurt cross over leo’s face with a dejected expression, and nico failing to speak a coherent apology before leo took off, obviously wanting nothing to do with him after he was such a jackass.

which he was, no doubt about it. he wondered what he did wrong, sitting by his vanity, now dry and doing his own makeup and applying glitter under his eyes. then he realized that everything from the point he realized he liked leo was wrong, because he should’ve known that he can’t be too prideful in his love abilities. and now he drove leo away.

“don’t beat yourself up about it,” reyna said, the daughter of apollo said, cleaning up her golden arrows with a small cloth. she was visiting the camp from the roman one she stayed at. “i’ve met leo. he isn’t the type to hold grudges against someone.”

“i know that!” nico spun around in his chair, crossing his arms in exasperation. “i feel bad though. if he hates me, he has a reason to.”

“if he hates you, he’s obviously a dumbass,” reyna counterpointed. “are you going to apologize though? because i’m tired of seeing you pining and not making any moves.”

“i made a move and it ended with me swimming with the fishes.”

“the only thing you said was that his eyes were pretty.” reyna leaned closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “step up your game.”

nico scoffed. “i’m getting relationship advice by a sun demigod.”

“i’m being serious.” the daughter of apollo had a stony expression on her face. “it’s important to be yourself, i mean that’s what you told me. but if you want to go all out, go all out. you and leo will continue to avoid each other until you come out to him.”

nico sighed. “okay, but...how?”

reyna grinned, picking up a brush from nico’s vanity. “allow me to help.”

an hour later nico was wearing a mesh t-shirt and black leather jeans with combat boots that were decorated in pink flower embroidery, plus a bubblegum aviator jacket gifted to him by his mother. his hair was let down today, ending at his shoulders and wavy like ocean seas, with clips holding up his long bangs. he had his eyelashes curled and eyelids brushed with eyeshadow, and he looked himself up and down in the mirror along with reyna.

finally his best friend gave him a thumbs up. now the challenge was knowing what to say.

“knock him dead!” reyna called out. “well, don’t actually. but you’ll do great.”

“thanks!” nico called out. he was about to head to the athena cabin until he bumped into someone who ran straight at him.

“oh shit!” the person yelped, and nico’s thought processes immediately malfunctioned. “sorry, my bad— nico?”

the plan was supposed to be talk to leo, ask him out somewhere, then confess to him and wait for judgement. but that plan was basically burned to ashes when nico found himself struggling to form words as he stared at leo. his dark yet clear and stabbing eyes looking up at him, his skin decorated in small freckles under the eyes and beauty marks dotting his face delicately. his wild dark hair was like smoke, and small owl earrings hung from the lobes of his ears. he was wearing a pale blue shirt under his chb tee, blue shorts and high socks, making him look like an absolute nerd especially with a small pencil tucked above his ear and gods, nico could feel himself reaching elysium.

nico registered that he was holding leo to keep the shorter from falling, hands on his tiny waist that made his mind even more jumbled until leo’s loud and rapid voice started speaking.

“oh, nico, thank gods i found you! i wanted to say sorry, i’ve honestly been avoiding you because i thought you were mad at me and you most likely are, and you have the right to because i sent you into the water and i probably ruined your makeup — though you guys probably have waterproof makeup so i don’t know — and i didn’t even help you out which was really stupid of me because i’m supposed to be a nice person and frankly you were dripping wet, wow that sounds really wrong i’m sorry i should probably stop rambling—”

the boy took in a deep breath, but nico was squealing internally about how cute leo was when he rambled. he willed himself not to pinch his cheeks and kiss him on his forehead. “i’m sorry.”

“what?” nico honestly was lost halfway through his rant. “it’s fine, it was my fault. i should be the one apologizing. i yelled at you.”

“yeah but i deserved it,” leo mumbled, looking down at the ground.

“no, you didn’t,” nico retorted, going into defense mode. “i’m sorry, really. you want me to make it up to you?”

leo tilted his head like the goddamn cutie he was. “you don’t have to but... how?”

“let’s head to the bookstore,” nico answered. “you pick out a book and i buy it for you.”

“what?” leo exclaimed, backing up until nico’s hands weren’t on his waist anymore (which totally didn’t make him feel sad). “dude, you seriously don’t have to do that, i mean there’s a library—”

“yeah, but the library doesn’t let you keep the books. i know you like reading them over and over again.” nico held up a bag of drachmas from his pocket. “i have money. you can buy the entire store if you desire. but i’m not letting you get out of this empty handed.”

leo looked ready to go off on an entire explanation of why he wasn’t going to follow nico’s idea, and despite him being one of the best debaters the camp has ever seen, nico was determined to hold his ground because that’s what leo deserved.

leo sighed, noticing that nico wouldn’t budge. “okay, fine!” he groaned. “can i at least pay you back?”

“nope.”

“ugh!”

leo’s worries about this arrangement were quickly diminished though, when leo had seen the fuckton of books that had been added to the bookstore since he had last came there. he was gawking over some of them, even held on to three and continuously checked their summaries to make sure they were good. nico leaned against a bookshelf, non-fiction, staring at leo as he ran his finger across the covers and watched his talk to himself silently, even picking some novels up to read with focused eyes. the son of aphrodite hated how whipped he was, but the son of athena was so pretty that he couldn’t help it.

leo placed one of the books back on the table, though hesitantly. “are you sure you can pay for these?”

nico nodded. “i’m stocked up on money right now. buy whatever you want.”

“i’ll just buy one,” which seemed easier said than done to leo, because he was having an internal debate between two thick novels. he turned to nico and showcased them. “pick, i can’t choose.”

nico scanned the books. one was named the outsider by stephen king, the other children of blood and bone by tomi adeyemi. nico had no idea what their summaries were or if they were actually interesting, but he was pretty sure he could pay for both.

“i can buy both of them,” he said. leo was about to protest but nico snatched both of the books out of his hands. “this all you want?”

“i mean, yeah, but—”

“no buts!” nico interrupted. “you deserve this and you don’t get to think otherwise. you want these or not?”

leo nodded. nico smirked. “good. i’ll be back.”

a minute later nico was handing a paper bag of the two books to leo, who almost didn’t grab it if it wasn’t thanks to nico’s prodding. a smile made its way onto the son of athena’s face, fond and filling nico’s empty stomach with butterflies. he looked absolutely gorgeous.

“thanks, neeks,” he said, before gasping and covering his mouth.

nico felt his cheeks heat up. “neeks?”

“sorry, it just came out!” he clutched the books to his chest as if they were a stuffed toy. “you’re really nice, nico.”

nico felt himself step closer towards leo. “it’s no problem.” but it was a problem, because nico was already in leo’s personal space and trying to think other thoughts than kissing him. “you needed this.”

leo laughed, wheezing slightly and light-hearted. “i guess.” he looked up at nico and the son of aphrodite thought he saw him leaning up towards him until—

leo’s face contorted into absolute horror, his eyes widening as they looked at nico’s shoulder. he screamed in terror, jumping and backing up quickly until he hit his head on a nearby ladder that just-so-happened to be placed next to him. nico could barely register leo holding his head in pain before his eyes rolled up into his head and he promptly fell onto the floor, unconscious.

oh shit.

nico looked down at his shoulder to find a daddy longleg hanging on to it. he yelped and flicked it off to gods’ know where, when the reality of the situation hit him. of course a spider would show up. as if the children of athena couldn’t get enough. as if nico didn’t have enough disastrous experiences caused by him already.

nico had brought leo into the infirmary and asked for the apollo kids to give the books to leo on his way out, before rushing to the aphrodite cabin and saw reyna back there, with a sunflower yellow dress, on her demigod phone when nico opened the door with a slam.

“how’d it go?”

nico thought about the day for a single second before walking towards the bed and falling down face first on it, taking in a breath, and muffled his yelling.

son of love? more like son of dumbass.

—

when leo got out of the infirmary, books in hand, he had willed himself not to drown himself in the camp’s lake.

who decided it was a great idea to make children of athena have arachnophobia? because leo had actually tried to kiss nico, one of the boldest decisions in his life, he may add, only to get severely mortified at a fucking tiny saddy longleg climbing over nico’s shoulder, getting a concussion, and passing out. and he actually tried to look cleaned up, with his best shirt and a small pencil to add. was karma doing this? making himself a humiliation in front of the prettiest boy on earth?

he wanted to march up to athena and demand her he take him up to olympus and away from his feelings.

piper had helped him with the incident from two weeks ago, after helping him a week prior when he had felt horrible about nico falling in the lake. now she was telling him, as she was eating from a bag of chips, that he should just confess and get it over with.

“yeah, like that worked,” he grumbled sarcastically.

the daughter of hermes threw up her hands in exasperation. “leo, you have to be shitting me! at this point, you both are oblivious fucks. right now, you march right over to nico’s cabin, tell him your feelings, and hope it goes well. hell, i’m sure he likes you too!”

leo sputtered. “where?”

piper groaned, lolling her head back as if she was begging her heavenly father to take her back to heaven. “nevermind. just tell him you like him.”

and here leo was, in front of the aphrodite cabin, pink and glossy and full of the prettiest people in camp half-blood. leo used to think the kids in there were airheads and lovebugs until he saw them in battle, especially nico, one of the only aphrodite campers with charmspeak. leo wished he had charmspeak so he could beat some sense into himself to go through that deadbeat door.

he let out a breath, clearing out his mind. well, here he goes.

he raised his hand to knock on the door when it opened to... speak of the devil.

“leo?” nico called out, closing the door behind him. he was wearing the same attire he had on two weeks ago, all dolled up and making leo’s face go from normal to seething warm. “i, um, i’m sorry—”

“you’ve got to be kidding me.”

nico blinked before narrowing his eyes. “excuse me?”

but leo was angry, because his emotions have gotten the best of him for far too long and nico was right there, and leo felt all his common sense get thrown out the window and get replaced by anger at the gods for all these bad happenings and shit. he was angry at himself for holding back so long, and angry at nico for not starting something earlier and pretending they could always go back to how they used to be because, frankly, leo was done. he was finished.

“i’m just gonna come out and say it. i like you, di angelo. i like your gorgeous face and your dumb laugh and i like how you try to apologize for things i neither you can control. i literally just figured i had a crush on you like three weeks ago and honestly i’m just done because i’m a son of athena so love isn’t my strong suit which really isn’t that surprising but you get the point. you make me smile a lot and i like it when you hug me and i don’t even know how to interact with you anymore because you make my brain genuinely malfunction and i hate you for it, i hate you but like i like you too and i really want to kiss you—”

he was cut off by nico suddenly surging forward, locking their lips together.

leo made a surprised muffled noise, eyes widening before eventually closing them in bliss, wrapping his arms around nico’s neck and letting the taller hold him by the waist, firm hands grasping him. he felt himself melting in nico’s arms, kissing back and unconsciously bringing his hands up to caress nico’s soft hair.

nico brought up a hand to hold leo’s head, rubbing circles on his back. leo barely remembered that he needed to breathe, and hesitantly leaned away, looking up at nico, who looked as blissed out as he felt. his cheeks were scarlet, his eyes full of hearts.

“wow,” leo muttered. “did you—?”

“mhm,” nico hummed.

“and was i—?”

“mhm.” a fond smile crossed nico’s face. leo felt himself fall in love all over again. “do you want to come inside? just to talk! and maybe kiss?”

leo smiled, glad they were finally being blunt with one another. “i’d love to.”

#this took so long hurgh #also i’m sorry for not seeing your ask earlier!!#and thank you!! you’re super sweet!! :) 💕#pjo #leo valdez #nico di angelo #valdangelo #i’m sorry if they seem ooc i wanted to meld their personalities to make them seem like actual children of aphro and athena #also i literally can only write awkward valdangelo #i hope you like this cus rip me #also the ending sucks but.. oh well..

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honeycomq · 5 years

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yo , waddup waddup !!! it’s simba again & this time , i’m giving you a glimpse into the life of the party and fellow lambda sigma omega man himself , ARTHUR CHAE ! before reading the listed triggers will be present : self - inflicted injuries , mentions of violence.

* ☆ ◞ IM CHANGKYUN. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ◟ wait, wasn’t that ARTHUR CHAE? they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old JUNIOR, hailing from ALBANY, NEW YORK. i heard they’ve chosen to study PERFORMING ARTS while living at LAMBDA SIGMA OMEGA. word around campus is that they’re EASYGOING & WARM-HEARTED but also quite AWKWARD & REMOTE. if you happen to see them walking to class with their earbuds in, they’re probably listening to BON BON CHOCOLAT by EVERGLOW. ( simba, 18, cst, she/her. )

first off . his music choice ??? i’m STILL laughing

anyWAy , onto this ... fucking disaster , jfc .

arthur was the result of a hookup gone bad . his dad was a male escort and his mother was just a client who had bargained for more than she could handle . was literally given to his dad after turning two and has never seen his “surrogate” ever since .

his dad was just turning his life around for the better . got out of the game and got a real job working for his uncle’s mechanic shop . this was where his father would meet his now step - mother, or his real mom as far as he’s concerned .

had two twin siblings three years later and would snap necks if something happened to them .

was a child who possessed an idgaf attitude at a young age . he was quite the little shit , tbh . always taking things without asking , breaking something and hiding it , throwing rocks at the neighbor’s kids . quite an interesting asshole .

maybe it was because he stayed up night and watched programs he shouldn’t have . and porn but HEY .

this carried on into his childhood days , which caused a lot of fucking trouble . he practically lived in the principal’s office at school by this time .

arthur didn’t care . and it’s all because of the followers he gained .

known the “arthur the asshole” among students , and some teachers , this was when he started loving attention . he was needy for it , would literally die without it .

even much so , he noticed that some teachers would actually feel sorry for him , thinking something is going on at home . which brings up into how he was sent to live with his uncle on his step - mother’s side .

arthur thought it would be funny if he came to school one day looking like he was almost road kill and blamed it on his family . it gained him attention , but not the kind he was used to . the school immediately contacted cps . this stunt nearly cost him his sisters , and that was when he quickly admitted to hurting himself . dad wasn’t happy , step - mom felt bad but thought that he just needed to get away for a while .

a while turned into years .

as a teenager , he grew quite the reputation . fuckboy and liar . how pretty .

schmoozed his way into anyone’s hearts then proceeded to break them bc that’s the tREnD , riGHt ?????

honestly this all started when he was used as a bet for a football player to make a “gay” come out .

he knew he was bi-sexual so this was just the icing on the cake . they dated undercover for five months , which led to him losing his virginity to this guy . the outcome ? having a video of him giving the guy a bj displayed during a prep - ralley .

his response ? “this just proves that i can take your boyfriends , ladies ! might wanna watch keep an eye on him before i change his life” and a fUCKING WINK .

literally fought his ex that same night on the football field and won . he punched until he saw red . then proceeded to cry in the school’s pool area afterward .

the kid’s just dsyfunctional . doesn’t know what to do especially now that his uncle is a drug addict .

came to the conclusion one night after smoking for the first time with the old man across the street that he was gonna do something that would make him proud .

turns out being a male stripper was harder than he thought so ig college will do for now .

the old man across the street soon became his second father and helped pay for his tuition . actually got a scholarship for being left - handed but was right so WHOOPIE .

went to nyu so he would still be somewhat close to the elder . contacts him anyway possible .

his freshman year was a breeze . he stayed to himself , got his work done . was all about making himself & the ones he loved proud his first semester . it was second semester that was just ... wOw .

the partying scene consumed him . it was his literal aesthetic . empty beer cans in the morning , the pain from the sun blinding your eyes , the intense head - pounding from drinking . he BREATHED that shit .

became well - known on campus after diving into the crowd from the upstairs balcony of a party . the guy’s fun to be around .

was offered to join the zetas but kindly refused since he hated how they acted . SHOCKING

after becoming a party animal , he went on to being the heart - breaker as well . this was actually on accident , i swear . the boy has the mindset that nothing good ever stays and that you can’t trust no one . he broke up some really long - lasting relationships because of this . even platonic ships didn’t last long .

now in his junior year , arthur’s starting to see that life doesn’t fucking matter LMAO .

like in a “if you’re going to fuck up, fuck up all the way.” type shit

in conclusion : arthur is the human definition of trying but also the definition of damaged .

FUN FACTS !!!!!!

my favorite fact about him : he joined lambda sigma omega bc he fucking hates zetas . the parties are nice , yes , but fuck those guys .

when he first heard about the frat opening he laughed bc why the hell would these idiots want to piss off two HIGHLY liked greek houses ? then realized “... that’s literally what i do” so into lambda it is ! was gonna be vice president bc why the fuck not but didn’t want to risk fucking up a freshman’s life so he stuck with just being a pledge .

honestly ?? just wants to shut up the zetas soon . give them a taste of their own medicine .

can be noticed on campus rocking a black hoodie and black nail polish .

never spoke to his twin sisters since leaving but does write them letters even though he hates it .

lowkey cries in his sleep but shush .

aquarius in sun , moon in libra .

joined the baseball team as well as the campus radio station and theatre club .

if you can approach him when he’s sober you’re braver than the marines .

kinda cocky , a little bit conceited but it’s only because he’s tired of feeling hated by everything so he just .. hates himself so it’s easier ??? if that’s a way to describe it .

#violet:intro #onCE AGAIN #i hate human interaction #but yEEH

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oblivioustoast · 5 years

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i was going back thru my tagsofthewhathaveyou posts and damn if they didn’t still make me laugh so now it’s time fooooorrrrrrr

Tags of the Week or Something Like It -

Greatest Hits!!!!

#Checkmate atheists

#i bet spooks hassle him all day trying to possess that rockin bod

#g spoot

#make sure to play it loud enough to hear in my coffin so i'll know my cue to kick it open

#*takes next train to garbage hell*

#HAS SCIENCE gonE TOOO FAR?????

#go big or go home as i never say

#so weird it almost seems like if you do something instead of nothing at all that results can be achieved

#do it. drink fire.

#I'm IN HeELL

#this better be good or I will kill everyone who's ever betrayed me

#so I ran him through with an axe.

#I had an idea for a script once.#It's basically Jaws except when the guys in the boat are going after Jaws#they look around and there's an even bigger Jaws#so the guys have to team up with Jaws to get Bigger Jaws#I call it Big Jaws#I already got a sequel in mind. It's called Way Bigger Jaws.

#y’all are pervs

#i want to tranquilize him#with my vagina

#CHROST

#DEAD TOM’S DEAD

#i round up to lesbian

#PLEASE DON’T LOOK IN THAT GUITAR CASE IT IS FILLED WITH SECRETS MOTHER

#hide this behaviour from your family in case they add it to their list of things to frown about

#The refreshing crunch of Sonic mpreg

#I'll date who I wanna date you hot potato chicken nugget ass double dipped bastard

#it’s like assassin’s creed but worthless and annoying

#i remember being angry the day i discovered the patella wasn't literally a little bowl that cradled your knee like a tiny leg helmet

#...............how to toothpaste

#having multiple heads and terrifyingly powerful visages must be hard for all of you

#Whatever the hell fucking time or day it is on what the fuck ever planet I'm on

#i am terrified of macauly culkin tbh

#some1 call da hottie police

#*toot toot too-* *stops* fuck. *toot too toot*

#i bet you looked down here to see if there was a little extra joke in the tags

#no not that low-- THAT'S NAUGHTY

#ok but if Xena's not in it it's not true

#if you ignore my flaming vomit body

#can i liver here?

#I mean who the hell knew bananas were flammable they never mention that

#these things are too glamorous to stick in my glorious orifices.

#one day the aliens will come and use our love of hollywood pets against us

#ain't nobody fuckin' with my click click cl...why won't this fucking remote work?

#abandoned you sayyyy….

#Thomas the NSFW Engine

#thigs gap

#are you out of YOUR MIND

#then again it doesn't really matter because the sun will explode and everything

#dogs getting hired is why I can't get a job. Thanks Obama

#I could make a list of people who need to stop. This list would span the Atlantic.

#partner in crime or partner in.. *whispers*....sexual activity

#Did you know that wolves also enjoy Mimosas like people?

#nope useless let's eat them

#no wanking till winter

#everybody is so utterly fucking dead jim

#this isn’t helping my fucking raging FIERY EXPLODING DESIRE TO SHHHHHHHHHHHHH #SHAG HIM

#the other day i found a relative in a jar in the roof and THAT’S NOT SOMETHING ANYONE SHOULD HAVE TO STUMBLE ACROSS.

#quite a goddamn pickle if you ask me

#*crawls under a rotten log in the middle of the woods to die*

#but beastiality?!?!?

#my vibrator just electrocuted me.

#is this a joke I'm going to punch you in the lips with my mouth

#this is a vagina you can't fool me

#why can dogs even snore what is the point

#If the FBI sees this I’M KIDDING jfc

#I think it would be amazing to be killed by Christopher Lee.

#my first blowjob i was really scared so my boyfriend let me put nutella on his penis and all was well

#australia is an animal joke factory

#just click your heels three times and then eat that mothafucka

#Pooh u ok?

#feelings disgust me

#ACTUALLY I WOULD TOTALLY DOWNLOAD A BUTT

#everyone is gay on tumblr

#you know what appeals to me sexually? cake.

#i also took the 'are you a potato?' test and the result was inconclusive.

#abraham lincoln could tell you that story and you would make him apologise for lying to you.

#I NEED MY HEART TO LIVE

#not even that time when i picked up that hitchhiker who turned out to be dead

#It's like Being John Malkovich only SEXY

#this isn't a metaphor for sexuality it's a tag about how i'm really bad at baseball.

#look don't come to me for spiritual advice i think the impending zombie uprising will sort everything out

#this scared the lousy shit out of me

#like when your house gets too dirty so you burn it down

#tagsofthewhathaveyou #sorry if this is hella long #technically it’s under a read more #but idk if mobile kept it that way

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stargate365 · 6 years

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[SG-1] 1.14: Hathor

Oh dear. I have heard about this episode. I’m not ready for it.

They’re so fucking screwed… And not in the fun way.

Oh god… what is she wearing? Oh… it’s just a coat.

He’s gonna get whammied. Ugh. Haven’t you heard of a breath mint woman?

Jacks idea is sweet, but let’s face it, that’s a bad idea.

“Crown of marble”… ohmygod wtf. I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe.

Nooo. She’s got Danny. She’s a wily one, this Hathor.

Huh, he must be fighting it, bc it looks like Danny is panicking on the inside.

Jack, jack no. Chuck her into the sun while you still can!

Hathor? Innocent? That’s the biggest pile of hotshot I’ve ever heard.

Ugh. This woman. No wonder Sam wants to punch her smug face in.

Hoo boy. Hammond is a shouty person. #betrayed

“This will do fine” Rude much?

“You’re like a Queen bee”

Jfc I can’t breathe. #screamingintothevoid

Sam and Janet are glorious! #wife

Oh Danny, you don’t ask questions that you don’t want answers to.

Ffs… This is pretty much date rape. But like, worse? I didn’t think it was possible. //whimpers. He’s married, you bitch!

WHOO! Girls are suiting up… and everybody is pointing guns at Teal’c.

Daniel looks like a goddamn a zombie. Jfc…

Oh hell. Bath time…? I hear squeaking… tiny goa’uld? I am panicking!

Okay, I’m #done with Hathor now. Can this be over soon?

Trying to turn Jack into a jaffa…

“Yep, my career is over” No, no it isn’t.

What do you mean he has no immune system? Put him in the goddamn sarcophagus already!

Did she just shoot the sarchophagus? Thats really ficking stupid. Where does she plan to get one? Wallmart?

Oh dear… that looks like its about to go into overload… yep. #Boom.

Time to murder the baby worms. Holy shit the water is on fire!!

Carter is so badass.

#sg1 #stargate #stargate sg1 #stargate 365+1 #day 24 #1x14 #sg1 1x14 #sg1: hathor #hathor #gif: spockvarirtyhour

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marblenerdette · 7 years

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I found a bunch of sickeningly domestic Sense8 headcanons I wrote ages ago while looking for an outline, and I’m aggressively pretending that we’re getting another season so, here they are:

I need Wolfgang making Amanita’s coffee in the morning, with two sugars, just the way she likes it, because Nomi is stupidly tired, so he’s letting her sleep in his body.

I need Riley laying on the bed naked, waiting for Will to walk in, and then Lito switching with her just long enough to wink at Will and waggle his eyebrows, so Will and Riley’s sexy times turns into breathless laughter.

I need Wolfgang switching out with Kala at the OBGYN, because it’s weird to have people look at your parts naked, okay, but Wolfgang doesn’t mind, so she gets to watch her dumbass boyfriend make funny faces at her while the doctor puts his finger into a body part Wolfgang doesn’t even have.

I need Kala disinfecting Sun’s fists, because oh my god Sun, you’re going to get such a bad infection, no ‘rubbing dirt in it’ is not a literal thing STOP.

I need Capheus teaching Nomi to drive because “You are literally a grown ass woman, and I don’t mind driving for you, but I may not be available someday when you need me.” And Neets is in the front seat laughing her ass off, because the car is apparently full of Sensates with advice, and Nomi is so cute when she’s annoyed.

I need Capheus who is terrified of getting shots, and Riley swooping in to get it for him, while chatting with Capheus about a new tea he just has to come by and try.

I need Riley basically being the human Shazam and Lito being the human IMDB, and the cluster constantly calling on them until they’re like “Oh my god, look it up. You are sitting in front of a computer, you lazy asshole.”

I need Nomi basically being tech support for the cluster and just JFC at least google it before you ask me. What do you mean you don’t have any virus protection, oh my god, you’re a walking, talking disaster, Lito.

I need everyone falling in love with one another’s family and friends and mailing each other gifts for people that have no idea who they are, because look, Hernando is going to love this appliance, Lito, okay. This blender is gonna rock his world.

I need one of the Sensates getting pregnant, and everyone feeling the baby kicking and helping push when they’re born.

I need really dumb jokes going on constantly, so there’s just a chorus of “that’s what she said” sounding at least once a day and loud internal groaning because someone (cough Nomi) makes terrible puns constantly, and it’s just the worst.

I need curses and endearments from other languages creeping into the Senates’ vocabularies because they hear them so much.

I need one of the Sensates being horribly sick, so everyone swoops in to do a few hours in that body, because why be sick the whole time, go chill in Mumbai for a while, I got you, boo.

I need the Sensates dropping in at like a buffet, pointing to a bunch of stuff they want to try, and yes, you have to get that Nomi, I don’t care if you don’t like sushi, I’ve never had it, so please get some so I can try it and pretend I’m a trendy Californian.

I need Sensates dropping in because I heard you had a bad day at work. Here, go take a bubble bath in my body and I’ll make you some food, and then we’ll meet back here and talk about how big of a BITCH Cheryl from accounting is.

I need Sun thinking Lito is actually in danger, because no one told her he was filming today, and oh God no don’t punch him, I’m so sorry, Miguel, fuck, lemme get you a towel. Jesus, Sun, ask before you punch okay?

I need Capheus too nervous to talk to someone he has a crush on, and the whole cluster standing behind him and encouraging him, because God they ship it /so hard/, please tell them they’re pretty Capheus, you’re killing us here kiddo.

I need the cluster doing nice things for each other without asking, like Nomi tracking down Capheus’ sister or Kala sending drugs for Shiro, because they love each other and want everyone to be happy.

I need the Sensates to be open with the people close to them about the cluster, and people befriending the cluster and being able to tell them apart. Oh cool, Capheus is here for movie night, sweet, lemme go pick out an action flick. Or oh hey Kala, glad you could make our weekly karaoke date, lemme get changed and then we’ll head out.

I need some of the Sensates with shitty parents basically being adopted. Like, ah yes, Riley has told me a lot about you, Nomi. Here are some cookies, and I learned your favorite song, lemme just grab my uke. Or ah yes, Capheus talks about you all the time, Wolfgang. Here, take a seat, I’m just about finished with dinner. How are you and Kala doing lately?

I need the Sensates getting ready together, like “No Riley, wear those earrings they match better, shhhhh ignore Lito, okay, he has terrible taste, listen to meeeeeeeeeee.”

I need Wolfgang, Sun, and Will all to show up when some guy’s being a dick to Kala, and her being like “Jfc I got this” as they all stare him down like angry guard dogs because just you wait buddy, the minute she gives us the go-ahead, we’re gonna fuck you up.

I need Sun stepping in when Nomi’s trying to sew an outfit for Neets because “You’re doing it wrong, here let me, it’s going to be way faster” while Lito’s in the corner telling them they need to add more sequins, there is no such thing as too many sequins, come on, let’s bedazzle this bitch!

I need the Sensates all asking Sun to do their taxes and OH MY GOD GUYS, LEARN HOW TO DO IT, IT ISN’T THAT HARD, but them all like, why learn we have you??? And Sun just rolling her eyes so hard because you are all the worst and you’re lucky I love you, because you’re useless.

I need Kala as like the long-suffering doctor of the group who’s like “Call your doctor, I can’t write a prescription! Look, yes I know exactly what it is and what they would give you but I don’t? Have access? To it? Stop asking.”

I need Will with the same ratty clothes he’s been wearing for ages to be taken shopping by Lito, because how do you not have more than one suit?? You are a grown ass man! You need clothes, you little shit. Oh god, put that back, no one your age should own any cargo shorts and you have like five pairs. Don’t look at me like that, cyan would bring out your eyes okay, just try it on and stop whining.

I need Capheus discovering the magic of video games and chilling with Nomi as they pwn noobs in Warcraft or LoL.

I need Sun teaching Capheus to fight, because Jean Claude Korean Lady has shit to do sometimes, sunshine, and you should at least know how to throw a punch. And Wolfgang teaching Lito how to actually fight, because look, flower pots are not actually a weapon, here’s a knife, oh god never mind, that is not how you hold a knife, you’re going to stab yourself, put it down.

I need someone getting dragged to a trivia night and then suddenly everyone’s there like WE ARE HERE TO FUCKING WIN. GAME FACE. THE FIRST CATEGORY IS BOLLYWOOD MOVIES, KALA, YOUR TIME TO SHINE, BABE.

I need Kala, Lito, and Nomi arguing over how they’re going to decorate Wolfgang’s apartment, because oh my God, it’s so bland, how do you stand this? No, nailing a poster of a half-naked woman to the wall does not count as décor, were you raised in a BARN?

#sense8 #i love the cluster so much y'all

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askblackleg-sanji · 7 years

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Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 followers jfc i’m not tagging 20 ppl that’s cray

Tagged by: @askshanknow & @treasuregal21 >//w//> N-Nami-swannnnn!!!~ <3

Gender: gurl

Star Sign: GEMINI aww yis

Height: 5ft 1.5in

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Hogwarts House: HUFFLEPUFF ye (DO I HAVE ANY FELLOW BADGERS OUT THERE?????)

Favorite Color: I flop between Red/Blue depending on my mood, I also really like Cyan/Teal

Favorite Animal: River Otters, Tigers, Sharks

Cat or Dog Person: Siberian Huskies

Favorite Fictional Characters: Sanji, Zoro, Robin, Pell, Sun Ce, Flynn Rider

Sanji: he’s a stupid dork

Zoro: also a stupid dork

Robin: OKAY LEMME JUST TELL YOU HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS WOMAN OK. SHE IS LIKE MY QUEEN IN ONE PIECE. LOOKIT HER BEAUTY AND GRACE AND ELEGANCE. I DON’T CARE IF PPL SAY THEY SCREWED HER UP POST TIMESKIP, I STILL LOVE HER TO BITS AND I WILL FITE YOU. I DON’T SHOW MY LOVE FOR HER ENOUGH BECAUSE I WASTE ALL MY ENERGY SPAZZING OVER THE TWO DORKS I MENTIONED EARLIER INSTEAD. MAMA ROBIN MUST BE LOVED AND PROTECTED. I LOVE HER LOTS.

Pell: OKAY LEMME JUST YELL ABOUT THIS GUY OVER HERE AS WELL OK. LIKE ROBIN I DON’T SHOW MY LOVE FOR HIM ENOUGH BECAUSE I WASTE ALL MY ENERGY SPAZZING OVER THE TWO IDIOTS I MENTIONED EARLIER. BUT I ALSO CAN’T REALLY DO MUCH BECAUSE THERE’S NO NEW CONTENT FOR HIM AND JUST WOW I LOVE HIM A LOT OK. PELL WAS MY FIRST ABSOLUTE FAV CHARACTER IN ONE PIECE. THIS MAN IS LIKE THE BIG BRO I’VE ALWAYS WANTED. HE CAN FKING FLY HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT. AND HOLY SHIT THAT BOMB SCENE I REALLY THOUGHT HE DIED I WAS SO SAD BUT HE CAME BACK THANK ODA BUT Y U DO DIS TO ME #sorryacefans #mycondolences

(Okay I went a little cray on Robin and Pell, but I really love them ;w; Baroque Works Saga is also one of my favs in the series so yeh.)

Sun Ce (Dynasty Warriors): charismatic leader, Big bro I wished I had, jfc I’ll never get over his death, Wu fam 4 lyfe, Big Tiger bro bro, also his goatee yus.

Flynn Rider: Disney’s evil scheme of making him into an attractive guy character worked for me and just //flips table. Probably the only Disney prince I spazz over lmao. Your reluctant hero, he’s so smug all the time that I want to punch him but is an actual softy. I love his playful, carefree attitude. I also just really like Tangled ok. yeah. Let a girl like her Disney princess movie.

Dream Trip: (Not exactly a trip... more like places I’d like to visit) Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong, (revisit) Hawaii

Dream Job: Being a Graphic Artist for an animation studio (//cough Pixar) but I also wouldn’t complain if I spend the rest of my life in my field doing Graphic Design work (I like both, idk what to choose at the moment)

When was this Blog made: Feb 2012 (aheh)

Number of Followers: More than I can ask for, every single one of you are cool and kind hooman beans for sticking around <3

What made you decide to create this blog: I originally ran another ask blog for a character from a different fandom and enjoyed the experience. I jumped into the OP fandom through this blog without thinking and was lucky that during the period I started there was no active Sanji lurking around haha. I was also very lucky @ask-zoro was there to interact with which motivated me to stick around for longer kekeke.

#ooc #sorry for screaming #about robin and pell lmao #i'm trying my best to work on questions a;dfja;dlsfjkdlsfd;#thank you guys for being patient #THANKS FOR TAGGING ME :D

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choisgirls · 7 years

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How would the RFA+V/Saeyoung react to MC being bald?

A/N: Overall ihonestly don’t think they’d care because lets be honest they kinda fall in lovewith mc before ever seeing her so??? its obvious to me that they go more for personalitythan looks?? (i mean shit me too) it’s just another part of you and you’rebeautiful no matter what

*YOOSUNG:

-Did he even notice at first? No

-When he did notice, did he questionit? Also no

-People always thought his hairchoice was odd, so he learned to not judge other peoples

-Not that it was odd or anything, itwasn’t by any means, but he just learned to not think anything of it

-He thought it was cool in allhonesty

-Like you NEVER had bad hair days,that’s AWESOME

-AND THERE’S NEVER HAIR IN HIS FACEWHEN Y'ALL SPOON

-Loves picking out silly winter hatswith you, like the animal-looking ones

-He thinks you’re cute no matter what!

-Around the holidays, he likes toput one of those sticky bows on your head though, which you can’t even get madat because his laughter is just so cute??? Like stop that im trying to be mad

*ZEN:

-YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITHYOUR BODY MC

-He grew up having to deal with hisfamily putting down his looks, and not letting him do what he wanted

-So if you want to shave your head,you go for it sweetheart

-He’ll even make signs and be yourpersonal cheerleader while you do it

-If you have no choice in thematter, he still doesn’t mind

-Because he’s so TIRED of everyonebasing everything on looks

-He knows he’s very good looking buthe’s like??? Stop basing it on just that??? I also have god-like actingskills???? jfc zen

-Like what does hair have to do withhow you would treat other people or how successful you are?? Nothing, that’sright, so he just disregards it

-HE’S LEGIT TRIED TO CHECK HIMSELFOUT IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD AND HAD TO APOLOGIZE FOR DAYS AFTER YOU CAUGHT HIM

-He loves it though, don’t get himwrong. He likes to mess with you and put his pony tail on your head. “LookMC, now we have matching hair colours, aren’t we cute??”

*JAEHEE:

-“I’ll grow my hair out longenough for the both of us, MC”

- jaehee did you just make a jokethat’s not what i expected upon meeting

-Doesn’t care at all honestly

-Never even mentions it. You have tobring it up with her

-“?? Yes MC, I’ve realized you’rebald, but does that change you as a person? No? Then why are we talking aboutthis?”

-SHE’S JUST SO SWEET

-If you’re ever insecure about it,or you feel like people are staring at you funny, she always knows just what tosay to make you feel better

-You’ve actually made her thinkabout shaving her own head because?? You’re so cute, you pull it off so well,could she?? Plus, cutting off all your hair makes it grow faster sometimes andthat’s good in her book

-loVES WHEN YOU WEAR HEADSCARVES ANDTHINGS OF THE SORT BECAUSE WOW ITS FASHIONABLE AND SUPER CUTE CAN SHE BORROWONE?!?!

-And if you’re bald due to a condition, she will 500% read everything there is about it to understand, and help you if you feel down and blue!

*JUMIN:

-Confidence is key

-You’re confident in yourself: Juminlikey

-So, whether you’re completely baldor just have your hair finely shaved; Whether it’s all by choice or because ofa condition

-Doesn’t matter to him. If you’rehappy, he’s happy

-And if you aren’t happy, he’llalways offer to help you

-Either by funding research for hairgrowth, buying the best products in the market, or just buying some expensivewigs

- “Jumin think you can buy awig for me? I need one for this cosplay-” “No Saeyoung buy your owndamn wigs”

-Constant kisses to the top of yourhead because he can’t help himself

-He can’t play with your hair whichbums him out a little bit but sings a completely different tune when herealizes he likes the feel of running his hand over your head instead

-Then you have to fight him to stOP PUTTING HIS HAND ON YOUR HEAD

- jumin did you seriously justcompare me to one of those sphynx cats don’t make me punch you

*SAEYOUNG:

-“Let me look into my crystalball *rubs the top of your head*” *gut punch follows soon after*

-If you ever want to wear a wig justlet him know

-Because we all know he’s probablygot a full walk-in closet full of GORGEOUS ones

-If you don’t, that’s cool too,whatever

-He’s seen what you look like fromthe start, it wasn’t like a surprise to him or anything

-It was just part of you, ya know???He doesn’t judge people by looks because that’s not how he wants to be judged

-He teases you all the time butnever to hurt you. He always knows when he needs to keep his mouth shut andthat’s a good thing

-Like the two of you can stepoutside, and he’ll put on sunglasses, complaining that you’re blinding him

-Even if you aren’t completely bald,just have your hair shaved finely down, he pretends to use your head as amirror

- hes such a fucking asshole buthe can be so sweet to make up for it what the fuck

*V:

-IT’S SO EXOTIC AND REFRESHING

-LIKE WOW IT’S SOMETHING NEW ANDABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

-Always snapping pictures becausejust WOW you’re amazing

- it’s aesthetically pleasing mc,just let me have this

-And if you’re ever insecure aboutit??? Looking at the pictures lowkey help because he really does capture howamazing you are

-When the two of you cuddle, he subconsciouslyruns his hand over your head ever so lightly

-And it TICKLES but it also feels sonice?? Like yes, Jihyun, please keep doing that

-Do y'all know when couples do cutelittle watercolour paintings on each other’s backs??

-He begs to do that on the back ofyour head but the brush tiCKLES TOO MUCH

-A fan of the headscarves like Jaeheebecause hello, faSHION SHOTS, AMAZING

*SAERAN:

-Gives no fucks what you look like

-If his own sense of style wasn’tevidence enough that he doesn’t care, then i mean idk what is???

-It actually makes you look reallybadass MC, that’s awesome

-He’s an asshole like his brotherthough

-He also puts shades on when the twoof you are outside in the sun, saying you’re blinding him

-The two of you just have a bitchface contest until one of you start laughing, and it’s all good from there

-And literally no one can sayanything about your lack of hair

-Death Glare McGee has your back

-And it’s just like?? Second natureto him in all honesty

-If you grew your hair back (that isif it isn’t due to a condition) it’d take a while for him to actually get usedto it?? Like you aren’t my MC, who are you???

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Bravery (24/27)

tbh that’s just a rough guesstimate but i’m getting so pumped about the fact that i’m closing in on the end of bravery that i wanted to put something in that wasn’t a question mark. gives it finality, y’know?? jfc i’m so happy

anyway!! it’s also on ao3

Rupert, bless him, categorized his books quite thoroughly, and it was easy for Jenny to find the library section on magic and the occult. Most of the books were just general magic theory and explanations of the kinds of spells that could be cast, but Jenny did find a few instructional books that might be of some use.

“Any luck?” Xander called, looking away from Willow, who was throwing punches. “Ow! Jeez, Will, I wasn’t looking.”

“Did it hurt?” Willow sounded excited. “I mean, sorry, but also that means I’m improving!”

“Yeah, my cheek’s really glad your fist is getting better at punching it,” Xander said dryly.

“Play nice,” Jenny reprimanded them with amusement. “I think we’re going to move on to stakes in a few days. You two seem to be getting the hang of the whole punching thing, as far as I can tell.”

“I can vouch for that,” Xander agreed, rubbing his cheek. “What’d you find?”

“Books,” Jenny quipped, and handed Willow one of the heavier volumes. “This one looks promising. We can check it out after we do the, uh, magical litmus test.”

“Isn’t that chemistry?” said Xander bemusedly. Willow giggled. “Am I missing something?” he asked her.

“She’s testing whether or not I’m basic!” said Willow, and giggled again. “Checking out if magic and I have chemistry!”

“You are enjoying this way too much for it to be a lesson,” Jenny informed Willow with an easy smile.

“You started it,” Willow volleyed back.

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Hop up on the table,” she said. “Xander, can you wait in the office?”

“Am I not allowed to be here?” Xander inquired, sounding like he was trying his best to sound joking.

“I just want to make sure Willow has a clear headspace for this,” Jenny explained. “That means as few people in here as possible. It’s not a lot, but—it could help if you’re outside. I’d go too if I didn’t have to orchestrate the—”

“Magical litmus test,” said Willow, and went into a giggle fit in the middle of clambering onto the table.

“Hey, magic’s a serious business,” Jenny informed her, but she felt the corners of her mouth twitch and knew Willow saw it. “Have you ever heard of a giggly witch?” This sobered Willow up, which made Jenny smile encouragingly. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “Just stay focused.”

“Focused,” Willow agreed nervously.

Xander very carefully exited the library. Jenny made a mental note to thank him later. “Magic is all about control and tranquility,” she said. “It’s another reason why I’m not that good at it. I tend to focus too much on my motivations and not enough on the present action of doing the spell.”

“But isn’t magic about doing spells?” Willow asked with a frown.

Jenny shook her head. “That’s one of the most common and dangerous misconceptions about magic,” she replied, sitting down next to Willow on the library table. “It isn’t a means to an end—it’s about being present and focusing in on the energy around you. You can’t use it like a tool, or you’ll start thinking of it as a skill, and then you start thinking that your goal is to master it.”

Willow was still frowning. “I thought it was something that could help us,” she said slowly.

“It is, if you learn how to control it,” Jenny replied, “and I have complete faith in your ability to do that.” She smiled encouragingly, and felt gratified when Willow returned it. “If it’s not a skill, though, Willow, are you still interested in it?”

Willow nodded, eyes bright. “Teach me,” she said.

Jenny held out her hands. Willow took them. “Think about something good,” she instructed. “Something that makes you happy.” She waited, and watched as Willow’s face relaxed slightly. “Now try and give that thought to me.”

“Is that—a thing I can do?” Willow asked hesitantly. “That seems pretty advanced.”

“Doubt won’t serve you well if you’re trying to control the energy around you,” Jenny replied. The truth of the matter was that Willow most likely couldn’t transfer thoughts to Jenny, but if she was centered enough, Jenny might get some kind of read on the level of power that Willow had. Magic was a lot like meditation, if you did it right; treating it like a weapon was a road Jenny didn’t want Willow to go down.

“But—”

“Trust me.” Jenny squeezed Willow’s hands reassuringly.

A small, sweet smile drifted over Willow’s face, and she didn’t object any further. Jenny closed her own eyes, focusing. Waiting.

Then, unexpectedly, she felt a soft warmth that began at her fingertips and traveled through her arms, directly to her chest. She tasted something sugary in her mouth, and thought she could feel the faintest hint of rain, even though it was warm in the library. Jenny was comforted, and almost forgot where she was, but then it clicked and she opened her eyes, jerking her hands away from Willow’s more out of surprise than anything.

“Did I do it wrong?” Willow asked anxiously, smile fading.

“No, um,” Jenny laughed nervously, “not, not exactly. Willow, what were you trying to send me?”

Willow turned pink. “Well—last September, Buffy and I went on a rain walk that day it got all drizzly but it was still sunny, you know? It was a sun shower. And Buffy got us strawberry milk, which she thought was a little weird, but I thought it was nice. We got all giggly over this cute boy in her gym class and it was—fun. Normal. No vampire talk, no tense Buffy, just us.”

Jenny remembered that particular day. She’d forgotten her umbrella, and she’d avoided leaving school until she’d had to, only to find Rupert waiting on the front steps with a shy smile and an umbrella big enough for two. They’d held hands all the way down the stairs, and she’d kissed him on the cheek before getting into her car.

But that wasn’t the point. She drew in a breath and tried not to think about the way Rupert had blushed as she’d straightened his scarf. “You might have more potential than I was expecting,” she said. “You shouldn’t have been able to transfer anything to me, but—”

“Did you get it?” Willow’s eyes were wide and awed.

“Yes and no.” Jenny smiled ruefully. She suddenly missed that tranquil warmth, and wished she’d appreciated it more while she’d had it. “I got the way you felt that day.”

“And that’s—”

“Pretty unusual for a novice. You should be proud.” Jenny straightened up, running a hand through her hair. Rupert’s fingers always caught in the tangles, and he’d tease her about not combing, and shit this was not the time for her to get weird and nostalgic. She drew in a breath. “I think I’m going to have to re-evaluate my lesson plan.”

“Really?” Willow sounded delighted. “Am I good?”

“I really don’t want you to focus on how good you are at this,” Jenny said carefully. “Magic can be hugely corrupting, especially if you’re exposed to it too young.” At Willow’s slightly crestfallen expression, she amended, “But yes. You are good.”

Willow beamed. Then, carefully schooling her face into a neutral expression, “Of course, that’s not the point, though.”

“You got it.” Jenny smiled at her. “Look, do you mind if I take a minute? I think I left some things in my classroom. Just—stay here with the candles and try and think happy thoughts. Practice sending them places. You can infuse a whole room with good feelings if you do it right.”

Willow closed her eyes obligingly, still smiling softly as Jenny left the room.

Jenny headed into her classroom, unlocked her desk drawer, and took out the photo strip from the monster truck rally. Rupert in his blue suit, supremely uncomfortable in the first photo, smiling softly at her in the second as she made funny faces at the camera. She’d had to catch her breath when she saw the pictures for the first time, because she’d never had anyone look at her like that.

It was intoxicating to be beloved, to the extent that maybe she’d overlooked some problems with Rupert’s overly simplistic view of her. But that didn’t change the fact that she missed him—not just as a lover, but as a friend. He’d made her smile so easily, and that wasn’t something that had happened before she’d known him. Jenny let her thumb trace Rupert in the last picture—his bright, genuine smile as she playfully pressed her lips to his cheek—and then she let the picture fall back into the drawer. This was the last time she’d let herself miss him.

Giles picked up the rose quartz necklace, let the light catch it. It didn’t feel like anything, for all the dramatic gestures it had been involved in. It couldn’t mean anything to him, even knowing that Jenny had wanted him to have it.

Healing powers, she’d said, as though that would fix all the things left broken by Angelus. For all his idealization, it always felt like Jenny was the optimist. He put the necklace back in his pocket; he still couldn’t wear it close to his chest. It felt strange and clingy enough to carry around a piece of jewelry technically given by an ex as a goodbye gift.

He was still in Los Angeles. He wasn’t sure where else to go. He was searching for Buffy, still, but only halfheartedly; Jenny’s words had stuck with him. He hadn’t considered what would happen when he found her, only that he wanted to find her, and now that he knew she was alive, the search seemed to have lost its urgency. Out of obstinacy, he’d stuck by the idea to bring Buffy home by any means necessary for a day or two, but the desire to prove Jenny wrong had faded with his resentment and anger.

She was right. Buffy had been through so much, and really did need some time to process it in any way that she could. Giles bringing her back would do nothing for anyone—the Council would be stuck with an indifferent, rebellious Slayer, and he would be stuck with a girl who no longer trusted him. He couldn’t think too much about the fact that he no longer thought of Buffy as a Slayer. There were too many other things he had to work on before addressing that.

Giles looked around the small, sparsely furnished hotel room. He wondered if, given the chance, he’d change the way this summer went, and wished he could say with certainty that he could. Some resentful, childish part of him still desperately wanted to be right about all this.

Is it better to be right, he thought, or to feel a part of a family? He’d seen Jenny on the beach, long before she’d noticed him. He’d had to stop walking and stare for a moment at the wind blowing her hair, the unrestrained joy on her face as she laughed with Willow. Whether or not she was right about his idealization of her, she had stayed with the children, and she was clearly happier for it—as were they.

Jenny was brave in a way he couldn’t possibly imagine. Perhaps it was time to deviate from the rules and take a leaf out of her book, because his own didn’t seem to be doing all that well for him.

Giles hesitated, and headed over to the bureau. If he did pack, now, and go home—to Sunnydale, he corrected himself, because it still wasn’t clear whether he had a home to go back to anymore—he of course wouldn’t expect some sort of magical, beautiful reconciliation with Jenny. It would be messy, and he’d have to face a lot of justified anger. He’d have to prove to Willow and Xander that he cared about them, and prove to Jenny that he believed in her.

And if he could do that—

Giles thought of Jenny and drew in a sharp, shaking breath. He wondered how on earth she’d managed to restore Angelus’s soul when she’d been just as isolated and lonely as he was right now. He missed her, and being a part of her life in any capacity would be enough for him.

#fic #bravery #jenny and willow #willow makes a lot of lame science jokes & jenny loves her very much

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