#LMAO WHY DID THEY STEREOTYPE HIM SO MUCH

[multifandombitxh]

Keep It Down

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst with some fluff sprinkled in there ✨

Warnings: Self pleasure, caught in the act, jealous/protective Din, 18+

AN: some good ol Jealous!Din for the girlies 😌 It's such a stereotypical fic gang I'm gonna be so real with you lmao. It's also a long one so prepare for the worst typos you've ever witnessed.

PS I haven't seen S3 yet but I got back into the hype 💁‍♀️

18+ minors dni

It had been quite some time since you were able to have a moment to yourself. So long, in fact, that you couldn't remember the last time you did anything for yourself that was even remotely relaxing. You had been stuck on one mission for months, scouring the corners of each galaxy for a specific target with an unreasonably high bounty over their head. Din kept telling you it would be worth it in the end, but you were beginning to doubt that sentiment about two months into the search.

After a very pleasant visit to Alderaan, you were able to snag something for yourself to help with some much needed "stress relief".

You did your best to hide it from Din, considering you really didn't want him to know you'd just purchased a vibrating self massager. They were hard to come by, so when you found a merchant that sold them discreetly, you knew you had to take the chance. After it was all said and done, and Din asked where you'd been while he was busy getting information about the target, it was hard to explain to him where you'd gone.

"And where have you been this whole time?" He asked as you approached him outside of a local bar.

"I was, um, chatting up some locals," You lied, trying to maintain some semblance of composure as he stared you down. "Wasn't able to find anything about the target. I don't think he's been here."

"Well, while you were busy wasting your time, I was able to find one of his distant relatives," He explained, "Turns out he has such a high bounty for more than just murder, he's a real piece of shit in the eyes of his family. She said she knows where he might be."

"Yeah? Where?"

"Tatooine."

You scoffed. "That's not far."

"Which means we need to leave soon," He explained, "There's a crew heading there in just a few hours."

"Okay, so who's the crew?" You asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "Why can't we just go on our own? The ship could make it."

"It could, but not that quickly," He sighed, "Their ship is a little more advanced. It'll get us there faster."

You shrugged, raising an eyebrow at him. "Have you talked to them?"

He nodded once and began to walk off, likely in the direction of the meeting place. "I have. That distant relative? She knows these guys, let me talk to one of them over her communicator. They said they'll take us there, no questions asked."

You followed closely, trying to match his pace. "I find that hard to believe."

"You find a lot of things hard to believe," He teased, nudging your shoulder with his own. "It's kept us out of a lot of trouble. Always liked that about you."

You tried not to react to the compliment- the last thing he needed was an ego boost- but internally, it made your heart flutter and your stomach feel heavy. You opted not to respond to this, hoping he wouldn't press.

Unfortunately, that only made it worse.

"Would it kill you to take a compliment every once in a while?" He asked, his tone annoyed.

"It might," You replied with a smile, "Never done it, so I don't know."

"Maybe you should try it some time," He scoffed back at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

Your relationship with Din was complicated to say the least. You knew from the start you had some kind of attraction to him- what kind, you weren't sure, but it was strong and unrelenting. His voice was dangerously enticing, leaving you shivering any time he spoke just above a whisper, and the mystery of his face only added to the excitement. You had no clue what he looked like under that helmet, but you didn't care at this point. It never occurred to you to fantasize about his appearance- the way he carried himself, his voice, his confidence, everything about him struck you more.

But you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little bit curious about the color of his eyes.

When the two of you finally arrived at the crew's headquarters, you gave him a skeptical look. The warehouse before you was old, rusting and decaying in every corner. It was discolored, looking to have once been a pale green. The roof had caved in in several places, and the stairs to the roof were a death trap waiting to collapse on any unsuspecting victims. Din took note of your expression, waving his hand once to dismiss it.

"Not a word," He commanded, "I don't want to hear it."

"All I'm saying-"

"Don't make me tell you twice, Y/N. I already know what you're going to say, so zip it."

Frowning, you folded your arms over your chest in a pout. You followed him inside, passing through a creaky metal door that you were sure would be better off as scrap metal. Din led the way, checking corners and keeping one hand close to his blaster. As you entered the warehouse, the smell of burning rubber invaded your nostrils, causing you to make a face. As you rounded a corner, a large, shiny silver ship sat in the center of the large open space.

It stood out like a sore thumb, clean and sparkling among the rubble. You both exchanged looks, watching as three people stood around the ship and chatted away. They didn't seem hostile, but you knew better than to underestimate them. You approached carefully, keeping an eye out for any others who might be hiding nearby. One of them took notice of you as you stepped under a light, giving you away.

"Hey, the Mandalorian is here!" He called out, waving excitedly at the two of you. The man was tall and thin, barely any meat on his bones but a smile that was charming in its own way. "He's got a friend! Come on over, you guys!"

Din glanced over at you slowly, and you returned his look with a shrug. As you walked over to the group, you took in the remaining two of the crew; a woman with short, dark hair, several tattoos, and a frown that would scare off anyone. The other, a man of similar stature to the first, wore round, thick glasses, and was covered in what appeared to be oil.

"Lera said you'd be coming soon," The man said, "What are your names? I'm Dom, that's Starsei, and this guy over here is my twin, Arus."

"Y/N," You greeted, offering a small smile, then gesturing to Din. "He won't tell you his name, just call him whatever you like."

Din nodded, affirming your words. Dom watched the two of you for a moment, a huge grin still plastered to his face. A fourth member of the crew emerged from underneath the ship, covered in more oil than Arus. His dark, straight hair clung to his forehead and his mouth hung open as he breathed heavily. Oil stuck to his bare torso as he offered the two of you a wave.

"And that's Nox," Dom said, an annoyed tone to his voice.

You couldn't help smiling at Nox- he was handsome, likely more handsome than most- with a wide jaw, dark stubble, and his body toned similarly to that of a God. You shifted your weight as he locked eyes with you, shooting you a half smile that gave you butterflies. Din stood beside you, moving closer as he noticed the tension that hung between you and the mystery man. Nox took note of Din as well, offering him a full smile.

"Have any trouble getting here?" He asked, his voice just as dreamy as he looked.

"No," Din said simply.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as the two of them held each other's gaze, as if a silent conversation was happening just between them. You cleared your throat and looked over to Dom, giving him a warm smile. "So, um, when do we leave?"

"As soon as you're ready," He replied, "We were just finishing up repairs on the ship, so you're welcome to head inside and make yourselves at home. We'll all be roommates for the next two days, so we'll do a big dinner tonight to get to know each other better."

"Sounds great," You said, your voice as friendly as you could muster. There was a clear rivalry brewing between Nox and Din, and you were trying to do everything in your power to alleviate the tension. "We'll head inside."

Din ignored you, still staring at Nox. Irritated, you grabbed his upper arm and began dragging him toward the ship, smiling at the others along the way. Nox caught your eye again and you smiled, hoping he wasn't intimidated by Din too much. Once inside the ship, you all but slammed Din against a wall once you were out of earshot of the others.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked.

"What's wrong with me?" He replied, his voice filled with anger. "What's wrong with you?"

"I haven't done anything wrong!" You said, shouting in a whisper. "You're the one acting crazy!"

"Oh, I'm the crazy one?" He laughed, "I'm not the one making doe eyes at strangers."

Your mouth hung open in shock. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/N," He went on, "This is serious. We don't know them. If he tries something because you couldn't help yourself, and everything goes sideways, this was all for nothing."

"Why do you care?" You asked, becoming annoyed with his reasoning. "He's hot, give me a break! I'm allowed to think people are hot, Din!"

He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "We're on a mission, Y/N. This isn't the time."

"Well, it's been a long mission," You huffed, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I'm bored. The least I can do is have a little fun."

In truth, you hadn't even been planning on doing anything with Nox other than admire his good-looks. Your feelings for Din ran deep, and you weren't about to ignore those feelings for one good looking guy. If anything, you were hoping this would show Din that you weren't his, and that he had no claim over you. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough for him to come clean about his own feelings.

If he even had any for you, that was.

Once everyone was loaded up onto the ship and you'd set off, you found yourself relaxing on a very comfy couch in a very cramped lounge area. The ship was dimly lit, offering little light to help you find your way around, so you opted to sit down and wait until someone told you to do something. After a while, Arus found you, and decided to sit with you.

"So, uh, is your partner, um... Okay?" He asked quietly.

"He's fine," You said, waving your hand.

"What was he so angry about?"

You shrugged, trying not to give away what was really going on between you. "Beats me."

You decided to get to know Arus a bit, finding out that he and Dom were engineers that escaped from the Empire many years ago after faking their deaths. You learned that Starsei is their pilot, and she seems standoffish because she doesn't often speak. She was a prisoner of the Empire, who helped Dom and Arus escape many years ago. Nox is their newest recruit; also an engineer, but mostly specializes in communications. He also used to be a smuggler.

After a while of chatting back and forth, Nox joined the party, sitting between you and Arus.

"Seems like the Mandalorian isn't having a great time if I'm not mistaken," Nox joked, glancing over at you. "Thought he was gonna slit my throat after I saw him in the hall just now."

"He'll warm up to everyone eventually," You said with a small smile, "He's a little hesitant about new people."

"So, how long have you two been together?" Nox asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Shock took over your features and you laughed awkwardly at the gesture.

"We're not together," You stated, "We've been working together for a long time now. Maybe a year."

Nox seemed to ponder your response for a moment as Dom entered the room, knocking on the wall to get everyone's attention.

"Arus, we need you up front," Dom said in a soft voice. "Star could use some help."

Arus excused himself, leaving you with Nox in silence. You tried to relax, sinking into the sofa as much as you could to appear as non-threatening as possible. Nox did the same, leaning back and yawning as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. The only sound was the rush of the ship, shaking softly as it dove through space.

"I want to know more about you," Nox said after a moment, turning to meet your gaze. His green eyes were soft, but lidded. "Who is Y/N, exactly? Other than the Mandalorian's pet, I mean."

"I am not his pet," You scoffed, laughing slightly and hitting his upper arm before looking away. "We're friends, that's all."

"You might want to check on that with him," He replied, "He was ready to kill me earlier just for looking at you. I don't think that's a normal thing to do for someone who's just a friend."

Nox's hand came to rest on your knee, his palm open fully and his thumb gently stroking back and forth. "If I'm being honest, I think he could tell why I was looking at you, and I think that pissed him off."

When you met his gaze, a pit formed in your stomach. Nox was handsome, and charming, and clearly making a move on you. But... Something was wrong. It felt wrong. There was something about the way his hand felt on your knee that made your skin crawl, his voice made you cringe, and the entire setting was uncomfortable. It was hard to pinpoint exactly why, until you thought a little harder about it.

He wasn't Din.

"I... Think I should go," You said, standing from the couch and turning back to face him briefly. "Look, you seem nice. But I'm... I'm not interested."

He smirked up at you. "I knew it. You totally have a thing for each other."

Dom appeared in the doorway again, a huge grin on his face. "Who's ready to eat?"

-

After what felt like hours, you were finally able to step away from dinner to your quarters- Starsei showed you the way- closing the door behind you. You removed your gear, tossing it to the floor and sighing in relief at the loss of the heaviness. Removing the massager from your pocket, you walked to the bathroom and gave it a good wash, not trusting it after being in your pocket all day.

Once you returned to the room, you actually took in what it looked like. Star had told you that you and Din would have to share one room, which hadn't bothered you until you realized there was only one bed that sat in the center of the room, facing the door. It looked big enough for both of you, but still, you knew it would be an awkward conversation to have once he arrived.

The room was dimly lit- much like the rest of the ship- one wall light sitting above the door and casting a reddish glow over the entire room. The bed looked uncomfortable, with a thin, gray blanket sitting atop the mattress and two equally thin pillows where your heads would rest. It wasn't home, by any means, but it was a place to sleep.

With that, you laid down in the bed, shivering from anticipation. It had been a long time since you'd had enough privacy for something like this. Not bothering to remove your pants, you slowly lowered your hand past the waistband and sighed softly as the blue silicone material grazed your skin. With one press of the button, you felt yourself melting into the hard mattress, all of your worries fading away with the soft sound of buzzing.

Your breathing began to pick up in pace and you wriggled slightly as the sensation became more and more intense. It was getting hard to suppress the sounds you were making, so you bit down on your lip to try and stifle whatever noises threatened to come out. A shaky breath managed to worm its way out of you, hitching in your throat as it started to escape.

Thoughts of Din infiltrated your imagination, and you didn't try to suppress them as they came. You thought about the sound of his voice, talking you through the pleasure and egging you on. A wave of energy passed through you and went straight to your core, wetness beginning to pool. You thought about his hands pinning you down as he had his way with you, panting and sweating above you. It was almost too much, and it felt like the room was spinning.

Closing your eyes, you began to focus on finding release, waves of pleasure flooding your body with each passing second. Your breathing picked up in pace, and it was getting harder and harder to stop the tiny moans that escaped your throat. With a flick of your wrist, the massager hit the perfect spot, pulling a sharp gasp out of you. Just as it left your lips, a large, warm hand clamped over your mouth.

Terror filled your body and replaced all sense of satisfaction, forcing you to rip your hand out of its hiding place and your eyes to shoot open. Din hovered over you, one hand covering the lower half of your shocked face while the other pressed into the mattress beside your head. He was missing most of his armor, his helmet the only piece that remained. Adrenaline shot through your veins, and you struggled against his hold.

"Sshh," He shushed you, holding a single finger up to the part of his mask where his lips would be. "Everyone in this quadrant is gonna hear you if you don't keep it down."

Confusion replaced the shock, your eyebrows drawing together as you breathed heavily through your nose. He seemed to see the questions in your eyes, and you could swear you could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke again.

"I could hear you from down the hall," He explained, "Thought maybe you were... With someone. But it looks like I was wrong."

You shot him a glare, thinking back to the evening you spent with Nox and how it must have implicated something different to Din.

"I don't have to help you, if you don't want me to," He reasoned, the hand covering your mouth beginning to lessen the pressure it was applying. "I just don't want you to get caught by the others. Just say the word, I'll walk away and we'll never speak of this again."

You wished you could see his face to make a better decision about what his intentions were, but with the helmet in the way, it made it impossible. You thought back to the feelings you were having just minutes ago, and felt excitement bubble up in your gut. Despite the surprise, you wanted this. Your expression softened under his gaze, and you felt your body relax under his touch.

"The way you're looking at me... Should I take that as a yes?" He asked, tilting his head to one side. "You want me here? You don't want me to go find your little friend, do you?"

You shook your head slowly and a soft, amused laugh filtered through his helmet, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You wanna give that thing to me?" He asked, gesturing with his head toward the massager. You lifted your hand and placed it in his, your body beginning to shake at the idea of what was about to happen. "That's my girl."

His words sent a shockwave down to your middle, causing a soft whine to escape from behind his hand. His girl. Remembering to keep you quiet, he pressed down on your mouth again, shaking his head.

"As much as I want to hear every little sound you're going to make," Din said, his voice sounding strained. "Can't have anyone else listening in, got that? You're mine tonight."

You nodded.

"Glad to see you can follow orders somewhere, at least," He joked, the laughter in his voice making you shiver.

With one hand he managed to remove your pants, lowering them to just below your knees, the cool air hitting you and making you shake. He took note of this and pressed the massage straight against your clit, keeping it there, but not turning it on. Frustration began to build as he teased you, running the material over the spot slowly and gently. Your brows drew together at this and you gave him another deadly look.

"Give me a break, I've been waiting for this for a long time," He said, sounding breathless as he looked you up and down. "You have more scars than I thought you would. Still, you're as perfect as I imagined."

With wide eyes you wiggled free from the hand that covered your mouth. "Are you saying you've thought about me like this?" You asked, your voice strained.

"Quiet," He commanded, shoving you back down into the mattress with his free hand. "I already told you, the others might be listening."

"Seriously?" You questioned, exasperated. "Did you think I wasn't gonna react to that?'

"I knew you would," He replied, gripping your jaw with his fingers. "I just wanted to distract you so I could do this."

You opened your mouth to respond, but were quickly silenced by his hand once more as he pressed the button on the massager, effectively turning it on. A hearty groan filled your throat as your head fell back, Din's hand keeping you in place. Your knees shook as he worked you over, circling the massager before pressing it against your clit again. Whines and moans were easily muffled by his hand.

Without thinking twice, you reached out and gripped his bicep, your fingertips digging into the soft flesh that hid beneath his shirt. He grunted at your touch, lowering his face closer to yours as you squirmed beneath him. "Eyes on me, yeah? Keep your eyes on me, Y/N."

With that, you reached up to touch the side of his helmet- a silent plea for him to remove it. You begged with your eyes, since you couldn't with your mouth, hoping he would give you what you wanted so you could look him in the eye. He hesitated, his movements slowing as you pressed your hand to his helmet. Sighing, he removed his hand from your mouth, instead placing it to your cheek. "I can't, you know that."

"Please," You blurted, all dignity vanishing from your body as you begged him to show his face. "You know me-"

The massager hit a rather sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and lurch upwards. Just as it began to leave your mouth, his hand was quick to silence you.

"You've gotta be more careful than that," He scolded, pressing it harder up against you. Your back arches off the bed, causing your chest to graze his. Sighing shakily, he kept the massager stationary, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. You'd all but forgotten your desire to lock eyes with him, your climax on the horizon and taking up all priority in your brain.

"That's it," He encouraged, drawing out each word. "You're being so good for me."

Broken whimpers spilled past his hand, and he didn't stop them this time. Instead, he doubled down, maintaining the same position that was driving you closer and closer to the edge. It was within reach now, just a few seconds more and you'd be coming undone beneath him. Din could sense this somehow, his face mere inches from yours.

"I know, I know," He mewled, breathing hard behind his mask. "Be a good girl, now. Give me what I want."

His words were the tipping point, sending you flying over the edge. Your climax crashed through you, your head falling back against the mattress as several stifled moans filled the air. Din hummed as you finished, as if satisfied by his work. He never wavered, his helmet stationary, a sure sign that he watched your face the entire time. His hand abandoned your mouth and you gasped, gulping in air as you came down from your high. The buzzing ceased and your body fell limp, your muscles relaxing.

Din helped you redress yourself, taking his time and tracing his fingers over your exposed skin before it vanished beneath your clothes. "So that's where you went today," He laughed gently, turning the massager over in his hand. "I knew you weren't talking to locals. You've never been a good liar."

You groaned and rolled onto your side, facing away from him. Embarrassment flooded your body, the realization of what had just happened setting in. Despite the fact that he entered the room, saw you as you pleasured yourself, and still felt the desire to help you get off, you couldn't help feeling vulnerable.

"Y/N."

His voice sounded... Different. It wasn't metallic, it didn't sound muffled or altered in any way. It was organic, and soft, and hung in the air like gentle music to your ears. The realization hit you like a brick.

His helmet was off.

As you tried to turn back around, he was quick to stop you, moving you back onto your side as he laid beside you in the bed. His breath hit your neck, whispering past your ear like a soft breeze. The sensation made you flinch, drawing in a sharp breath as his arm wrapped around your middle from behind. He pulled you close, the center of your shoulders pressing into his warm chest.

"I hope you know I did that by choice," He mumbled, his lips grazing your skin. "I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

"No, no, it's not that," You said quickly, "I just... didn't think you'd ever want to do something like that. I thought it was against your creed. It took me off guard, I guess."

"It is," Din sighed, "But if I'm breaking the rules for anyone, it should be you."

"Are you still mad at me?" You asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

The quiet laugh that left his lips was enough to make anyone crumble at his feet. "I was never mad at you. I could tell you were getting... Frustrated, to put it mildly. I didn't blame you for being attracted to someone else. It was him I was mad at."

"You barely knew him," You replied.

"I know," Din agreed, leaning in close enough to kiss your jaw. "But he was looking at my girl."

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[bitchimasnake-sss]

the monster trio (but make it highschool!au);

basically, what if these mf weren't illiterate?? highschool!au headcanons for the monster trio!!

luffy:

- the class comedian (and doesn't know it) - like this man is out here just going about his day, doing stupid shit. he doesn't know why the class is laughing when the teacher asks him what he's doing and he says "eating. want some?" through a mouthful of doritos and a shit-eating grin - everyday, atleast once, he gets sent to the principle (the principle is garp lmao) and garp sends luffy back to the teacher because even he doesn't wanna deal with this precious himbo

- he runs track (and he is actually so good at it) - he's that one kid that has adhd and the whole school knows but he doesnt "adhd? what's that?" "you, luffy, that's you" - his homework? never complete; his handwriting? so shit it feels like ants crawling on paper; his uniform? something has to be missing always whether it's a button on his shirt, tie, belt, something. - one time he pulled up with one sock missing and when asked, he shrugged and said "sometimes things happen" - why did he say it like that??? - somehow, despite it all, he manages to pass (nami tutored him forcefully and made him pay her later) - best friends with the martial artist!zoro and cooking prodigy!sanji - nobody knows how these three are friends??? but they are ig - also, i headcannon him as the guy who is like 4 feet and after one summer comes back stretched out (hehe, pun intended) - always so kind to others even if he doesn't know them, always willing to help freshmen out and run errands for you if you need help - nobody knew he is related to his older brothers (ace, sabo) "how are you their brother??" "idk? how am i??" - just the bestest boy ever, golden retriever energy all day every day no matter what universe it is

zoro:

- you take one look at this mf and you think, ah here is the classic delinquent, stick-up-his-ass martial artist and you couldnt be more wrong - he is never dressed right but that's cause he doesn't know how to tie a tie and listen if he had the willpower to find the right socks at 7 in the morning, he will - he is just an incompetent fool, trust me 😭😭 - gets late on the regular cause he always takes the wrong turn - the one "jock" who isn't anything like a stereotypical jock? like he hangs out with soon-to-be valedictorian nami, idiot luffy, theatre kid!ussop and cook!sanji - nobody can understand how this friend group was formed??? - actually gets asked out a decent amount of times and always says "nah, im good" and walks away to his friends - people are starting to suspect if he's dating luffy from how hard their bromance is going "zolo!!! gooDMORNING!!" luffy yells as he launches onto zoro in the middle of the hallway at 8:03 am on a random tuesday zoro casually drops his backpack to catch luffy "morning" zoro replies as if it's casual behaviour - the amount of trophies the school has in his name is insane (nation level martial artist, roronoa zoro) - he is actually decent at school, he is just average and he's fine by it he doesn't give all that much of a shit in the academic sphere - casually pulls up to the parents-teacher meet with thE FUCKING WORLD REKNOWNED MARTIAL ARTIST, DRACULE MIHAWK??? "i see he passed in all his exams. how wonderful, zoro. let's leave now." "aight" - he doesn't even think twice when asked if he knows mihawk, he's just like "yeah that's my dad what about him?" - a certified dumbass in every universe

sanji:

- listen to me this mf went to masterchef junior and fucking won and people only know this cause the school hyped him up and not because he wanted people to know "omg sanji did you actually win-" "no that was my twin brother sanjo, please leave me alone" - actually prim and properly dressed, shows up at time everyday and gives in all of his assignments and submissions well before the due date (he is partially responsible for keeping zoro and luffy on track) - he was the one making cupcakes when nami was organizing a fundraiser for a nearby orphanage, he was the one who baked cookies cause sabo wanted to hand them out on his last day of school, he was the one who baked cakes for his classmate's surprise birthday party - rumor has it if you get on good terms with sanji, a mysterious box of homemade chocolate will be there in your locker the next day - despite all the hype he has, mf still gets no girls - like luffy, he is insanely kind to those who need help - has gotten almost suspended once for beating up a senior year kid for bullying a freshmen (luffy and zoro just stood by and laughed as that kid got his ass handed to him) - he is the son of THE FUCKING OWNER OF BARATIE, A FIVE STAR MICHELLIN RESTAURANT THAT IS FREQUENTED BY CELEBRITIES ALL THE TIME "omg omg sanji is it true that the rock visited your restaurant last night?!" "yeah, his daughter wanted to eat my tiramisu, she's really sweet" - so chill always (but simultaneously losing his shit) - the kinda person you'd love hanging out with - as i said, in any universe, he is still single (feed him the rizz rizz fruit pls)

a/n: tried something new tell me do you like it or love it?

#one piece #op #opla #one piece headcanons #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d luffy #god ussop #nami #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece fic #one piece fluff #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro #luffy #sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #zoro headcanons #sanji headcanons #luffy headcanons #strawhat pirates #straw hat crew #strawhats

[frenchgremlim1808]

Why Midori is such a breath of fresh air or how to actually write a Villain.

So the awaited essay, the winner of the FrenchGremlin polls of laziness finally has come! It took some time but it’s finally over. If your choice didn’t get chosen that’s okay! I’ll repost a new poll with old and newer options. Please reblog this one i put a lot of time in it, it's like, five pages long over a silly goose. Also sorry for the grammar i sucks and i'm not native. So let’s begin:

(also here is the link to the video format)

So first let’s make things clear, What IS a villain?

“A villain is a character whose evil actions or motives are important to the plot.” That is why I do want to make a difference between a villain and an antagonist, an antagonist is a character who are a plot devices that creates obstruction to the protagonist. That means that a villain is forced to be an antagonist while an antagonist is not forced to be a villain. For example shin is an antagonist but not a villain, he is driven by selfish desires which are themselves fueled by fear anger and loss, he is the protagonist of his own story and is a sympathetic character despite it all, and Midori is just a bitch. Midori falls under multiple stereotypes of villains. Such as “the mastermind”, “evil incarnate” (lmao),”related to the protagonist” etc. Midori is evil, there is no denying in this, he is purely evil, and he doesn’t have a sad weepy backstory, he doesn’t feel empathy towards other, he is a despicable piece of shit who ruined so many lives. I won’t list everything but here is a list of his crimes, murder, assault, domestic abuse, grooming, verbal abuse, and torture, crimes against humanity lmao, stalking, violent crimes, and participation in a cult. And his worst crime is being a pussy bitch of course. So now that we have put the bases up let’s really begin.

Hollywood has a hate boner against villains and I hate them for that.

Recently Hollywood decided that pure evil bad guys is actually a bad thing, so now they decided to do stupid side story with them, to give them ”””depth””” since I guess how could we like those villains since they are bad. A great example of this is the Disney remakes which I loathe so much oh god I hate them. So first they did a maleficient it was okay honestly, then they did a freaking cruella movie where her mom gets killed by Dalmatians, that’s not a joke, in the peter and wendy movie that nobody saw they decided to have made the captain hook be a lost boy who was abandoned by the lost boys and peter, oh also they decided that PETER CUT HIS HANDS OFF AND LEFT HIM TO DIE BECAUSE HOOK WANTED TO SEE HIS FAMILY. They are going to do a freaking mufasa movie, in no time I can’t wait to have a Ursula movie where it’s discovered that ariel killed all of her family in cold blood or something’s. So you might say what’s the problem? I mean isn’t that supposed to make the story more interesting. No, no it doesn’t, because first they take all of the character personality traits and throw them in the bin, second they are supposed to be the vilain in a musical animated movies, I am not against complex villain, I love them, but by doing this, the original character doesn’t exist anymore. Just create original content with new interesting characters instead of doing stuff like this. Also it’s kind of funny than in all of those interpretation they take all the fun and sucks it out, what do I mean by fun, the gayness, Disney vilain are fun because they are camp, they are fabulous extravagant extra in all the ways possible, and that’s the reason we liked them. Not every character needs something super deep, like “my family was burned down at the stake and my dog was eaten by my ex”, sometimes we just like bad fun people, they are the story, and Hollywood hating them so bad just bothers me a lot. Also now the new thing is to not have a villain at all which can works in some narrative but not all of them, it gets boring after a while. In the past people were angry that villains are bland, but now I kind of miss it. While I will critique villains who have no purpose outside of being evil that’s dumb, like for example Voldemort is bland like white bread because his only motivation is being evil, but evil people do exist compared to what some Hollywood writers think, they should know. So that’s why I will put a difference between evil villains and villains whose only purpose is being evil; we loved Disney villains but they still had motivations, goals, reasons that to them a least were worth everything. World domination isn’t enough, why do you want world domination, what is the true reason deep in your heart, is it an inferiority complex, is it a savior complex fuelled by xenophobic beliefs.

That is how to write a pure evil villain, evil people exist all over the world, but I have never seen one who doesn’t have they own reasons to be so bad, it doesn’t excuse their actions nor really explains them. We do not want justifications we want explanations. If you are justifying evil behavior then do it, but don’t claim that it is a pure evil character. A pure evil character can be fun, can be interesting, he can be deep, it’s all about balancing all of their traits to truly make them greats. Which is why midori succeeds while current villains fail. Current stupid remake/spin off try to justify the behavior because they feel like this is what the audience wants, but it’s not what we need. So I will defend to the grave evil villains.

Creating an evil villain doesn’t make them boring guys.

Why the heck does big budget movies have either the blandest protagonist or the blandest villains sometimes both, like I said evil people do exist but comically evil character only works in satire not in a serious multiple millions of dollar movie. Example that boring ass avatar movie, the one with blue people, none of the characters are interesting the villain is one note. The lords of the rings also suffers from that, but I don’t care because the protagonist are so awesome that sauron being personality less doesn’t matter. Also sauron is more of a force of nature villains so it’s not the same. The recent kingsman movie has a bland one note villain, there is nothing entertaining, funny, about him he’s just evil, borrrrring. Every Disney remakes depiction of the characters are boring. I just feel bored out of my mind. Atla one of my favorite shows of all time has a main villain that’s kinda one note, Ozai, but he is actually intimidating guy, azula is the superior character, but I wouldn’t consider her a villain she is an antagonist though. I honestly don’t get why Hollywood thinks that just creating a character with no personality and whose only goals is to be evil is good.

So back to midori for a second, here is my question, when midori was on screen did you ever feel bored? Never right! Because despite midori being an evil character he has an actual personality, he’s fun, you want to punch him in the balls. Because midori has other personality traits than evil, midori is petty, childish, extremely intelligent, controlling, a natural manipulator, he is a trickster, he doesn’t seem to get some social norms, he is narcissistic, easily angry, and fears death etc See how I counted a lot of traits, traits that in other character would works, midori has positive traits, and I think that is the best thing nankidai could have ever done, midori has traits that a regular person could have. Which is why if I put midori in any settings his character would work.

Example, instead of a death game the cast is under the sea to discover the insane wildlife and supernatural stuff happening, what would midori do in this situation? Well he would very passionate about finding all of what’s happening, he’ll do anything to find out, even sometime sacrificing others, not only will he try to find what’s happening, but he is also going to try to find a way to make this discovery favour him in the end. Or let’s imagine it’s a vampire situation, where a vampire attacks�� the city, midori would try to stop it, not because he cares, but to experiment on them to get their biology and finds the real secret of immortality since he fears death.

Here is my second advice, after creating your character try to imagine them in another completely different situation, like normal life, or a fantasy world, ask yourself the question what would they do in that environment? If you can find a real complete explanation of their actions then yes your character has multiples dimensions if not try thinking about it again. Some example of questions I do want to point out are some like “if my character had all the power in the world what would they do first or”, “if my character had only a day left to live what would they do”

Why is Current media incapable of creating good threats like bruhhhh.

Okay so first of all let’s talk about stakes in a story, let’s say you are watching a slasher movie, slowly the cast gets slimmed down and people die in horrible ways, that should set stakes right ? Well if the villain is an absolute buffoon who makes the stupidest actions and decisions in the world, you wouldn’t feel intimidated at all because despite what the filmmaker might try to say the plot armor will NEVER make a character intimidating. It’s just like a detective character who just seems to know everything without a thought, well you won’t really fear the character failing. Worse is the the final girl, who is for some reason always escaping the slasher guy by pure luck every time, she is shown as incompetent but still she survives, which make the villain seem completely incapable so now you feel nothing.

To avoid this filmmaker often use techniques such has unpredictability, I mean good I mean good ones, for example instead of immediately seeing whose going to survive because the black guys always dies first and the virgin white woman is the last survivor, change the status quo, make us think that this character is obviously safe while they actually aren’t at all. Or actually make them menacing by SHOWING to the audience how horrible dangerous they can be. Which is why SHOW DON’T TELL is so important, telling us how dangerous someone can be only to see them get beaten to death at the end of the movie makes us feel nothing.

Midori felt like a impossible person to beat, he is smart, had twenty plans in advance, even in situation where the cast felt like they might have a chance he was always armed, just like the gun he promised to use or the rocket punch. When they felt like they were finally advancing, he put obstacle in their ways, such as the collar game or the moment he put the collar on explode mode for  ranmaru. The entire point in the murder game was to make time pass, it took a long time for the cast top realize that this whole time they were losing precious time not realizing that the dummies were the real problem. The characters that made you feel the most hopeless were the dummies, if you won by killing midori they would die, but if you lost you might lose people you love (keiji or gin). It felt hopeless because they were no solutions in the end. That creates tension so that creates stakes. If we were told how dangerous unpredictable sou was then it wouldn’t hit the same, we are shown that he is that terrible. There is a scene ingame where bbg shin ai tells us that midori tortured and like to destroy people. That’s exposition so TELL, but do you why it works, because we are SHOWN before his behavior. Midori felt unbeatable, so the fact that we were shown his weakness such has his petty behavior, hatred of minors, and fear of death, for the first time it feels like there is a chance that we might survive this. And still after he isn’t shown has an incompetent buffoon, he is one, but the narrative doesn’t show us that he is.

What is also consider is good to make the audience feel actual stakes is to first really develop well the main characters, how can we feel worry for a character if we don’t know them, the audience need to feels emotional connection to the main cast to actually care. You can use things such has moments where there is nothing special happening just character talking getting to know them. Make us feel why we need to care about them possibly losing, instead of being indifferent. Or I don’t know maybe make an entire spin off game where we get to have the cast talk to each other and seeing dynamics between character that died early to get them a chance to shine and make their death even more tragic, or even make mini episodes of characters who only got a single chapter to show off their characteristic, to get us to know them better? But that’s just a silly idea of course, wink, and wink.

My favorite thing about Midori is that he is actually pathetic, like really pathetic, but weirdly realistic?

Midori is the most pathetic character in the cast, yes more than shin, shin is leagues less pathetic. No I’m not saying that midori is not intimidating or scary, I would piss myself if I saw him. He’s a scary guy. But if you look at him more closely you can see that he is a baby brat in a big boy suit.

So let’s start by something clear, Sou Hiyori clearly displays antisocial behavior, or in common terms he is a psychopath/sociopath, this illness is very badly seen in medias, I am not saying that people who lacks empathy like him are inherently bad, he is, a lot of people with antisocial behavior actually suffers a lot and have a difficult life. Sou real issues is not his antisocial behavior, it’s his narcissism and god complex. Sou feels the need to HAVE CONTROL over others, he like the feeling of being in power, he sees the rest of the world has beneath him, toys for his pleasure. He says that he “really like humans” because despite it all he seems to put himself in a different categories than regular people, they are beneath him. When he loses control his calm and cool behavior disappears and we see his true face, a grown man who has throws a tantrum like a baby. One of the best representation of this is midori views on the cast:

Midori hates kanna, like no jokes he has beef with her, a fourteen years old, actually he has beef with a lot of people in the cast. Midori views emotional people has weak, people who are loving optimistic as beneath him and useless. He preferred when sara was cruel and horrible, that’s what he loved about her, he liked seeing her scary emotionless side. But Kanna, kanna is everything he hates. A crybaby who not only puts the group in harmony, is a source of hope in general, is the reason he near got to have closure with shin (killing him), he views kanna as “not fun shin”. We have many proofs for this, if you type the word kanna kizuchi he says this: “Poor Kanna'd weep! I think a more worthless name would be better for someone like me” He mocks her, but also himself (I’lll come back on this later), he calls her worthless. Also in the electric charge minigame, when he can choose who to shocks he chooses two people in particular, kanna who he hates and hinako who ruined his fun by giving the cast a chance in saving ranmaru. But he does also says mean spirited stuff to other people, qtaro and gin. He also says some sarcastic comments about nao and joe, saying that it’s such a shame that they died so young. But you might say why kanna especially? Because he is a petty baby who is jealous of kanna, Yes jealous, of kanna, a fourteen years old. Because he feels like she stole his hubby wubby shin away from him…. God I hate him. And you know what that make him a pathetic idiot, after the scene where kanna beats his ass, he’s all mad and like “uhh I’m going to pout I wanted you to cry like a lot, now I’m gonna cry”. An that’s actually god, because it humanize him, he wants need thoughts, he isn’t one note, and that’s the most important!

Sou is a villain but before that he is a character, a fully developed character, and THAT’S WHAT MAKE HIM GREAT, Sou works because he works realistically, I mean if you forget the robot part, it’s easy to imagine a narcissist man child who needs to feel in power towards other, so his main prey are young vulnerable people.Which leads me to my next point:

Sou is a failure like really, and we aren’t sad for him.

Sou failed everything he worked on, he failed to get the paper from alice, he failed whith shin since he had to leave earlier than he thought he would leave, because of his mistake he lost his position in the death game, then he failed to kill gin or keiji, and then he died like an idiot losing his cool and acting like a toddler. And he knows it that why he is a bit self-hating (he should be). And yet none of us feel any sympathy towards him, why? Because sou is one of the most despicable guy in existence. He is a disgusting pervert, sadistic asshole, and abusive narcissistic cunt who thinks he is better than everyone. From the bottom of my heart I hate him sooooo much he is literally the character I hate the most in existence. He abused shin, ruined keiji’s life, traumatized the entire cast, literally assaulted sara like he physically assaulted her. He mocked nao and joe and kugie life as useless. He is an obsessive jerk AND I HATE HIM. And you know what…… It’s good. Like I actually feel a lot of emotions when I think about him, he fuels me with anger and disgust, and if your characters can make me feel that much rage then you did it, you created an actual perfect character. Hiyori is such a shit person that I think about him a lot, writers shouldn’t be scared to make a character such hittable assholes, example bojack horseman in bojack horseman is the vilest man on earth and I love it, because I genuinely hate him. Just like I genuinely love kanna, like really I really love her, I in the same time despise midori so bad. We hate him because he is horrible to good people that WE KNOW AND CARE ABOUT, not random npcs. There is a lot of… disgusting implications in his story with shin that I will not talk about it makes me really uncomfortable right now. SO HERE IS A VERY TACKY TRANSITION TO TALK ABOUT WHY I HATE JUNKO FROM DANGANRONPA.

Junko is boring, that’s it, she is boring, not funny not interesting, she is a fetish, she is the biggest Mary sue on earth, she is a gross character made to make fun of people with disabilities and queer people. Her only traits is being crazy, that’s it. I wouldn’t call midori that crazy actually, he’s methodical calculated, and precise. Crazyness is a term for people who aren’t in control of their actions and delusional about reality, sou is not crazy, he knows what he is doing, he is in full control, while characters like shin should actually be consider crazy, like shin is actually crazy but sou isn’t.

Conclusion:

Sou is a breath of fresh air, because nankidai had the balls to write an actually interesting deep and threatening character AND make him a villain. He didn’t fall into the trap of making him have a sad backstory or good motives, sou is just selfish, that’s all he is. He make him a fun entertaining guy who you absolutely hates, he made him threatening and at the same time a complete doofus. He made him humane and pathetic.

But the thing that make me love nankidai the most is this

The fact that he actually killed him that takes courage as a writer to just end a character THAT WAY, which is why midori will never come back alive he is forever dead. And that take a lot of talents as a writer to just take one of the most important characters and just get him drilled to death in the anus, like dammn nankidai you are a savage. That fact alone makes him one of the best characters in game, I hate him as a person, but has a character he is a masterpiece.

Though Kanna could solo him

this was posted as a video on my blog this is mainly so people who don't want to stay there reading a 24 minute video of my stuttering can have a bit of quiet

#yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #shin tsukimi #kanna kizuchi #sou hiyori #midori yttd #cna you tell i have no life #i spend a part of my short existence writing about fucking midori #yttd analysis #frenchgremlim polls of laziness

[thegoldenappleofdiscord]

hit me with your best will solace hcs please, i can take it

will solace headcanons or something

gonna be real honest i forgot half of my headcanons and i'll probably remember them the minute i post this but:

healing and hymns: i don't think the healing process in chb is specified beyond "ambrosia and nectar," but i think a combination of powerful voice (stentorian) + correct hymn + natural talent = higher chances of healing success; i don't think will has a voice that's very pleasant to listen to. i think he can carry a tune, sure, but he isn't someone you want to listen to for extended periods of time. the thing i think makes him such a good healer is his strong voice - he's able to keep singing at a steady pace with consistency. he can heal his siblings of small bruises and paper cuts through a single song, but you won't catch him leading a campfire. [i thought way too long about how hymns work in the infirmary for my fic jdsjgfdg]

texan will: i've seen a lot of headcanons revolving around texan will that have always been a little odd to me, seeing as i'm texan and half of these hcs are just blatant stereotypes lmao. i think i even once saw someone say that because he's from the south he can't be a vegetarian, which is pretty absurd (coming as someone who fasts.) honestly the only one for this i can think of is that he uses "ya'll" constantly. also occasionally indulges in fried food, because fried chicken slaps (none of that fried oreo/snickers bs. miss me with that will would NOT go near that stuff.)

assorted appearance headcanons:

he has freckles all over him! apparently he doesn't have them canonically and we all just. collectively decided that he did, and i love that.

likes pockets. anything with pockets. also, flip flops, crocs, basically any open-toed shoes. sometimes he'll just go barefoot, because why not. i also think he wears a lot of bracelets - things made by his younger siblings (some alive, some not.) they're his version of camp beads.

from here i give up on categorizing my hcs:

gets more irritated during winter/fall months

tea person

the type of person to belt out songs when he thinks nobody is watching

is actually rather chill during shadow travel, and doesn't get nauseated because he's done it with nico so often

lets the cocoa puffs hitch a ride on him whenever he's in the infirmary, and always has to explain who they are to new patients.

doesn't curse often but when he does it's a storm

friends with drew because i said so and also because i think he, jake, and drew have "i became a camp counselor too early" solidarity. i think they all became friends post tlo and have maintained a tentative relationship since! those cabins have each other's backs.

big spoon

wants to get more tattoos (maybe a tattoo sleeve?)

doesn't want to become a doctor, but rather a vet, or maybe a teacher. reasoning being that he'll have to relearn everything, but also that he'll have to deal with the loss of his patients again, this time knowing he couldn't heal them magically because he's relying on modern medicine. plus, he would have to spend a long time away from his siblings, and seeing as how he's a year rounder, i don't think that would bode well for him.

really really likes planning events - especially birthday parties

wants to travel the world, but is also afraid to leave everything behind

was once afraid of growing up, and still sort of is. doesn't think much of his birthday, because he used to celebrate it with his mother, and he didn't really get a chance to start celebrating with his siblings before being thrown into war

terrible dancer, even though his boyfriend is really good at it

loves to garden! there's a garden for the infirmary where he gathers ingredients for salves and poultices, but he also just loves the scent of flowers. he likes to care and nurture things, and plants are something he pours a lot of energy into. he and nico also go strawberry picking a lot.

fast fast fast runner

post tsats: persephone will occasionally call him using an angel trumpet flower (this is like. a very specific vision but search up one of those flowers and imagine holding it up to your ear like a telephone:)

anyway she calls him on one of these bad boys and asks how he's doing. they have long chats about flowers and sometimes him and nico are invited for picnics in the underworld.

him and nico have a travel bucket list

he has possibly the worst handwriting ever. absolutely terrible

is pretty bad at using technology, but still has to pretend like he knows how to use it when he's helping nico navigate the internet.

aand that's all i remember for now!

#also i'm well aware that trumpet flowers are poisonous #seph has particular taste lmao #will solace #will solace pjo #will solace headcanon #nico di angelo #nico di angelo pjo #solangelo #drew tanaka #tsats #pjo #toa #rrverse #reeseanswers #lets not talk about how i used vocation forgetting what it actually meant mkay?

[queenpiranhadon]

⚡︎⎸⎸ 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 ⎸⎸⚡︎

A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll and after a LOT of voting ((((again) again) again) again), I present this to thee ;) I was working on a time crunch lmao I literally have to wake up for school in like 6.5 hours :,) but I wanted to get this out for Fred’s birthday :). And to @your-local-multi-geek, thanks for staying up and beta reading this for me:) Might make a part two of this…it’s really short. Here's my masterlist! Divider made by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): f!reader, Fred and reader are dating, reader is a Slytherin, we’re going to the Yule Ball!, reader’s a badass lmao, Fred is taller than reader (shh he will always be tall to me), characters might be a little ooc, secret relationship reveal, reader wears a dress, Fred calls reader love, reader calls him handsome.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Girlfriend!Reader

You felt amazing.

Like really amazing.

Standing there in your gown, you stare at the way your dress hugs you just right, and Merlin did you look good.

Even better, you felt good.

You smirk, the reflection in your mirror smirking back at you, with a daring look in your eye that could rival a Gryffindor’s.

Tonight was the Yule Ball, and you planned on making a statement. You were ambitious, like the rest of your house, but you weren’t as bad as the general public made you out to be. You were kind, and brave, and maybe you enjoyed to stir up trouble on occasion (nothing harmless though), and you (rightfully) thought of yourself in a high regard- not enough to come off as snobbish or arrogant, but definitely enough to show someone that at a glance, you were confident, and you knew how to stand your ground.

That’s how you met Fred- and how you created quite a reputation for yourself.

That’s how you met Fred.

Only a year and a half ago, some pricks from within your own house had been picking a fight with the aforementioned ginger and his twin brother. Both parties would’ve ended with less than ideal injuries, had you not stepped in and basically gave each an every one of them a run down as to why they were being idiots and precisely how each of them messed up.

At first, the Slytherin group had laughed in your face, finding the fact that a girl only a year below them thought she was superior to those older than her funny.

They didn’t seem to find your Aguamenti charm as amusing though, dousing them and their robes in ice cold water, glaring at them with an ever colder stare as spluttered and cursed, deciding that angering you further wasn’t worth it.

They may have thought you scary- but in that moment, Fred fell in love.

The months following said encounter involved the Weasley to attempt to befriend you in any way he could, and you were happy to oblige- knowing that he was a good person despite his pranks, and in all honesty, threatening people would be a lot more fun with the support of one of the most destructive students at Hogwarts.

You two had become close, and after one secluded night in the Astronomy Tower, the both of you started dating.

No one knew though.

Until tonight.

Fred had asked you to be his date to the Yule Ball, to which you accepted, with a wide grin on your face.

It was going to be so fun to see the looks on everyone’s faces at the mere thought of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin dating, much less be willing to have the company of the other.

But if anyone was going to break that stereotype, it was you and Fred.

Other than the two of you, George was the only other person who knew about your relationship, cackling when he found out what the two of you were planning to do.

As the two of you discussed, you would meet up by the kitchens, so that no one would notice the two of you together until you would enter the Great Hall.

You waited, running your fingertips along the fruit of the painting that concealed the entrance, occupying yourself by observing every single paint stroke and fiber of the canvas to occupy your time.

Lost in your own world, you don’t notice anyone approaching you until a steady arm encircles your waist, holding you snug against their chest.

You register smell of cinnamon, the familiar scent of your boyfriend wafting into your nose. You giggle, realizing Fred put on some cologne too.

Spinning around in his arms, you place your hands on his chest, smiling up at him as you drink in his features. His hair was messy, as usual, but you couldn’t deny that he still looked dashing as ever in his tuxedo, black cloth hugging him perfectly and allowing you to see the faint outline of his muscles. A button on his undershirt was left undone, holding it in your fingers as you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He chuckles, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face and pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips in awe.

“You look beautiful, love.” He whispers, his voice just below a whisper, and yet you heard him perfectly.

“And you as well, handsome.” You say, pressing a kiss to his nose gently, and take yourself out of his embrace in favor of entwining his hand in yours.

“Are you ready?”

“It’s you and me against the world, love.”

#fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fanfiction #HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREDDIE #the cloud archives ☁️

[sea-buns]

hey to a gorgug liker what do you think about his nightmare section from sophomore year? cause I feel like the horror there is less “ah my grandparents were racist” and more “fuck am I being a stereotype? are the people who hate me right about me?” cause wrt to his having to modulate between barbarian and artificer in fhjy it’s like. idk

oh boy do I have thoughts

Tbh, I had zero recollection of the racism stuff until reading this. It was just SO MINOR. His trial in the forest felt really lackluster to me. I feel like everyone else's really dug into an issue at the core of their character and his felt more like "everyone is getting a trial, what do we do for gorgug?" And idk if that was just a bad delivery/call on Brennan's part or if it could have been helped by Zac engaging more in it but it just. Didn't feel like anything. It was a lot more about the dice than the horror of the claustrophobia and the bugs and you've never fit in anywhere you live to make yourself smaller wherever you go you're just the loser who hits hard. Like yeah I guess there was an overarching theme of Gorgug gaining confidence in himself but it was done very poorly imo.

And I think his trial in the forest was wrong for putting such an emphasis on his intelligence. I think that would have been much better suited in fy, back when he was still being heavily bullied, but beyond that it felt like a quick and easy thing for them to grab. Yes, he had insecurities about his intelligence with all the complications with Zelda. But, to me, the focus of fhsy was his HEART. It put a spotlight on how his social circle has grown, and his bully is his friend now, and he's not alone anymore. His interactions with Ayda, the friendship book, trying to help Fabian, I believe in you spring break, it's Gorgug keep going. I made a post earlier in the season (including a great addition by another user) that I think articulates that emphasis on his emotional intelligence very well.

Fhjy HOWEVER. I think it's doing everything that sy failed at. It's giving him space to have an inner conflict. It's addressing lots of little issues and conflicts he's had over the campaign and combining them into one coherent piece. Like, guy was in a relationship pretty much all of fy, and then dealt with the fallout in sy, but I don't think we've EVER seen as much quality relationship development with Gorgug as we have in jy. He and Fig spent an entire summer together trapped in a tour bus and no season has indicated that bond and friendship more than this one. He and Riz have found something to bond over, meanwhile in previous seasons there was pretty much zero one-on-one personal interaction between them. Fabian expressed sadness over Gorgug leaving the Owlbears, because it was the only thing they had that was just for them to hang out and be friends.

Just with that, we're already doing leagues more with Gorgug's character than we ever have. And I haven't even STARTED on his barbificier journey, oh dear god lmao.

Gonna preface this bit with a post I made before the season even started. It was about Zac's steady improvement in his performances with every PC, and how I was predicting that it was gonna culminate into a Gorgug that does him the justice he deserves. It was initially supposed to be a criticism, but I got a little lost in the sauce of loving my boy lol. Still very relevant to the topic of this ask!

God, where do I START?? Addressing his relationship with rage? I'll be honest, I didn't think that would ever be used as a character arc. And I'm not even sure why I've felt that way. I just didn't think... I didn't think about how he might've had a dislike for his own rage. Like, the WAY he rages isn't bad by any means, but I don't think it ever crossed my mind how actually harmful his lessons to sing to combat rage were. No, I did not like the way Porter went about teaching him (a bit too unsupportive of his capabilities and reminiscent of shitty teachers for my liking). But his point about EMBRACING anger; that rage is not bad and does not— should not— need to be stifled. THAAAAT. That opened up such an interesting dialogue for Gorgug.

I do appreciate the beginnings of Gorgug's interest in artificing in fhsy. I think the crumbs of it back then did a great job of leading into his larger commitment to multiclassing. And I think what he's been doing with it this season is exactly what was lacking in his section of the nightmare forest. His trial was a puzzle, based entirely on die rolls, where his solution after failing even when he's assisted by the enemy is to essentially give up. I understand that facing their fears was the whole point of the trials, but his section came off as incredibly anticlimactic and unfulfilling. Just the fact that it was a trial based on stat numbers more than the development of the character itself.

Where junior year succeeds in actually showcasing his intelligence and the evolution of the worth he holds in himself is with the hands-on approach it takes. Yes, the academic rolls are still dice and stats, but there's a physical manifestation that wasn't there before. Gorgug is smart when it comes to getting his hands dirty. It is in the practical applications of his skills that his brand of intelligence shines the most.

And while, once again, I did not LIKE Porter's heavy resistance to multiclassing....I have to admit that I don't think Gorgug would have had such a boost in confidence without that struggle. Even if my boy had trouble expressing it to Porter verbally, HE STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF. Instead of simply rolling over and agreeing that he wasn't built for a technical class and it was stupid to try– he was DEFIANT.

The kid who said "I'm a dumbass. Eat me you stupid bug." took on FOUR CLASSES. Three school years worth of artificer simultaneously. AND stayed with the Owlbears. AND went along on party missions to help Kristen's candidacy. AND was always on deck to help the party with the overarching plotline.

AND HE ACED IT!!! THE FIRST BARBIFICER THAT THE AGUEFORT ADVENTURING ACADEMY HAS EVER SEEN!!!!! He is paving the way for every unprecedented multiclass that follows.

Just in comparison to who he was in the previous season, the amount of drive and self-worth he's gained is astounding. In my eyes, it's done more than enough to makeup for the way his development fell flat in sophomore year.

i hope this fulfilled the ask in the way you were hoping! i told you i'd get carried away lmao. writing a bunch about any of zac's characters is always such a joy. gorgug had always been my favorite of the bad kids but i always found myself wishing he went deeper, y'know? and now it's real. my precious anxious boy has been handled so well. and watching zac's growth as a performer has been such a blast.

thanks for the ask! :D

#hope i dont talk in circles too many times #im not even gonna think about how long i spent lol #ya hit a certain point where youre like 'does that feel exactly right?' and then u go fuck it we aint perfect #ive done that a lot with just any writing thing in my life especially in school #but i feel like i followed through a lot better with this than i have with a loooong essay/analysis/post in awhile #so that feels good. certainly helps when its a thing you really love lol #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #fantasy high #fh #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #gorgug thistlespring #character analysis #asks #anon ask

[rainylana]

“Looks like I’m going to prom.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: he doesn’t want to go. he thinks you don’t either, until he catches you staring off into the distance with that look in your eye.

warnings: so much damn fluff you have to read it in small amounts or you’ll fall dead over. language, smoking, reader is lowkey rude af and a carbon copy of eddie lmao. clueless eddie for the first half, but he gets so damn cute it’s almost prison worthy. reader is described with curly hair, some stereotypical descriptions about females?? smut, oral (female receiving), praising, fingering, slight decrophylia. also you might be a bit confused if you haven’t watched back to the future lol. it’s so mf cute istg.

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Sometimes Eddie forgot you were a girl. Well, not literally. He definitely knew you were a girl when it came to the bedroom. But you were so different compared to the other girls of Hawkins high. That’s why he was dating you. You were like an exact carbon copy of him.

That first day of sophomore year was the best day of his life, watching you confidently shove your way through the storms of people.

“Holy shit. Who the fuck is that?”

Your dressed exactly like him. Hell, you looked like him too, with your wild, untamed curls and whimsical eyes. You listened to the same music as he did, and every day you showed up wearing some ripped up band t-shirt. You were seen as a freak just as much as he was, and you were the proud mascot of the hellfire club.

It hadn’t taken you long before you and Eddie first hooked up. You weren’t a relationship person, well hadn’t been before at least, but Eddie was…he was the love of your life.

You had the dirtiest attitude. Your sarcasm off buttons had been broken years ago, and god forbids anyone cross you, or Eddie or any of the hellfire members. You’d been suspended three times for breaking out into fights, all of them defending your lovers honor.

Honestly, you were a bitch. You were rude and disrespectful. But Eddie was head over heels in love with you, and treated you like an absolute goddess.

That being said, he often forgot you were a lady, because you most certainly did not act like a lady.

For example, you’d been having a movie night, and just so happened to be on your period, and he’d caught you crying out of the corner of his eye while watching E.T. He was so shocked by the sight he didn’t even say anything.

You didn’t wear make up, but you had to wear mascara. You couldn’t go a day without it, saying you looked “fucking ugly” without it. He always watched in awe when you’d put it on, and you’d kick him in shin playfully when you caught him staring.

You had a stuffed teddy bear that you held on to since child hood. You didn’t sleep with it much, just sat on display, but it always freaked him out when he’d wake up in the middle of the night with the bear staring at him and tucked between your arms.

And very, very rarely on occasion, you’d ask him how you looked nonchalantly, standing in the mirror. You usually never gave a shit about your appearance, so it always shocked him when he seen a sliver of insecurities seep through.

None of these things were a big deal and he knew that, but he forgot that you weren’t anything but a carefree metalhead like himself and had feelings.

“So, I’m sittin’, right? Trying my best not to blow my brains out, but the bitch just keeps talking and talking, and I’m like “christ, Carver, nobody gives a fuck!” So of course the pussy had to snitch on me again! Now I got fucking detention again.” Your head was in Eddie’s lap, your feet dangling off the edge of the school picnic table.

It was a sunny day out, so the hellfire club decided to spend their lunch hour outside by their normal spot. You’d been ranting for the past five minutes about you wished for a cruel, horrible death to fall upon Hawkins favorite golden boy.

“Isn’t that your second time this week?” Dustin said with a mouthful, sitting cross legged on the ground as he ate his lunch.

“Third, actually.” Eddie exhaled smoke, tapping the tip of his cigarette away from your face. “My baby’s tryna’ beat her record.” He smirked down at you, making everyone chuckle as he tapped your nose.

You swatted his hand away, scrunching your nose. “Well, I can’t help it I’m better than everyone else. They just don’t want to hear it.”

“One of these days Jason is gonna knock you on your ass.” Mike retorted, arms crossed as he leaned against the tree.

“Whoa.” Eddie exclaimed, eyes widening slightly. “Got a death wish today, Wheeler?”

“I fuckin’ dare him to swing at me.” You sat up on your elbows, parting your lips as Eddie pushed the cigarette between them. “It’ll be his last day on Earth.” You mumbled, taking a puff.

“I can’t wait to see that.” Gareth sent Eddie a sly smile, passing him his bag of pretzels.

“It’ll probably be any day now if you don’t watch that mouth of yours, sweetheart.” His hand went down to your thigh, and you cocked your head to blow smoke in his face.

“You know I can’t do that.”

He coughed shortly, nodding. “Yeah, I know.”

You both gave each other that love sickening stare that made your lips curl into a smirk, and you gave him a kiss on the lips, puckering up with a loud muah sound.

“You guys hear about the prom theme this year?” Dustin fished through his backpack.

“Why do you think we would give a shit about that, Henderson?” Eddie rolled his eyes, thumb rubbing your forehead as you laid back down with your head in his lap.

“Yeah, well, El is dragging Mike and Lucas wants to take Max, so I’m hoping I can take Susie.” He smiled tooth fully, handing Eddie the flyer.

You sat up, elbows on his lap as you peered over the paper. “Enchantment under the sea, huh?” He raised a brow. “I take it whoever came up with the title is a Back to the future fan.”

Everyone laughed, you did too, but your fingers etched up to take it from his grasp so you could investigate it further. The paper was pale blue, fish and sea life drawn on the paper with big, bold lettering. For some reason, you couldn’t put it down. The bright colors invited you in, and you brought up a nail to bite, drowning out the boys.

Back to the future was one of your favorite movies. You laughed through the entire thing when you saw it in the theater with Eddie and Gareth. You weren’t typically a fan of cliché romance movies, but the prom scenes between Marty and Lorraine, as weird as it was for being his mother, was enjoyable. Watching George and Lorraine fall and love and wind up together at the end made your heart swell.

As cringy as it was, Eddie was your George.

“Y/n!”

You jumped slightly, dropping the paper from your hand. “What?” You snapped, heart racing as you crashed back down to reality. Everyone’s eyes were on you.

“I said, did you get the biology answers?” Eddie narrowed his eyes at your quietness, tucking a cigarette behind his ear for later. “We got class in a few minutes.”

You hazily nodded, groaning as you sat up from his lap. “It’s in my locker. Be back in a sec’.”

He watched you step over Mike’s torso, purposely stepping on his fingers and making the boy cry out. He didn’t laugh, thinking about that look he’d watch stir up in your eye, a look he barely ever saw. Damnit.

You wanted to go to prom.

He did not want to go. He despised the idea. There were about a million other things he’d rather do. Hell, maybe even do the biology homework for himself. But, you held his heart. You loved him like no other, made him feel wanted and special. So, whatever you wanted, he made sure to give you.

“Son of a bitch.” He rolled his eyes with a groan.

Everyone looked to their dungeon master. “What’s the matter?” Dustin asked.

He watched you disappear into the school, giving the finger to Jason and his friends who hung out by the bleachers. You wanted to go to..to prom.

He sighed heavily. “Looks like I’m going to prom.”

•

“So like here’s my dilemma, okay? Y/n wants to go to prom. To prom! Weird, right? So listen…I don’t..well, I don’t know what to do. I don’t wanna go. I thought she didn’t either! I swear, she’s gonna give me gray hair before I’m thirty. But like…I can tell she really wants to go. She keeps watching Back to the Future every night before we go to bed and every time someone starts talking about it she just gets this..this look in her eye! And it’s..god, it’s cute. It’s like, really cute. So obviously I’m gonna take her! But what do I do? Should I ask her? Surprise her? I don’t-”

“Do you plan on ever letting me speak, Ed?” Wayne rubbed his temples, leaning against the kitchen sink as Eddie ranted and paced away.

It had been a week since the news of the upcoming prom had been announced, and he couldn’t seem to work through any of his thoughts. He didn’t want to disappoint, so as much as he hated it, he wanted to make it right, however that may be.

“Oh.” Eddie deadpanned, swallowing awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just…well, I’m nervous. I don’t do the prom thing.”

“I know you don’t.” Wayne nodded, adjusting the hat on his head. “But you didn’t do girlfriends, either, remember? I’d say you and y/n are doing pretty well, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, we’re great.” He pushed out a breath, smiling at the thought of you as he sat down on his uncle’s pull out couch. “She’s..she’s amazing. She makes me so happy.”

“Well, see?” He pointed. “That worked out. I’m sure prom won’t be that much harder.”

“Yeah, but prom is so…girly.” Eddie cringed, shaking his shoulders in disgust. “Y/n is not girly.”

“She is a girl though, bud.” Wayne chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. “Did you forget?”

His eyes bulged out of his skull. “Oh, god no. She’s so…so hot and the things she does with her hands I-”

“I don’t need to hear any of that.”

Eddie clamped his mouth shut as he seen his Uncle go uncomfortably, and he chuckled under his breath. “Right. Sorry.”

He ran his ringed hands through his mane of dark curls, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. His knee started bouncing, and he cursed under his breath.

“Come on, kiddo, don’t freak out.” He noticed his nephews state, pushing himself off the counter to sit beside him, patting his shoulder. “Don’t think of it as…prom. Just a regular date.”

Eddie pushed out an exasperated breath, eyes red and narrowed as he stared at the wall. “She overwhelms me sometimes, Uncle Wayne. I never would of thought I’d ever consider going…but she wants to go so bad and I just want to make her happy. It scares me how much I…how much I love her, you know?”

It warmed Wayne’s heart to hear him sound so passionate about something besides Dungeon and Dragons, and he loved you for it. You had a dirty attitude that matched his nephew’s to a t’, but you were undeniably good for him.

“You sound like your daddy when you talk like that,” Wayne sighed softly, grasping his chin in hand. “He got that way when he talked about your momma.”

Eddie stiffened beside him, squeezing his hands into fists. “I don’t wanna hear about that.”

“I know you don’t.” Wayne grasped his beer bottle. “But it’s the truth.”

“I’m not like my old man.” Eddie said gruffly, a scowl on his lips at the mention of his father. The only one who could bring him up was his uncle. His friend, including you, knew that it was off limits.

“Sometimes you are.” Wayne pressed, turning to look at his nephew. “But you got your momma’s heart. That’s why you wanna take y/n to prom. Because you’re a good person.”

His heart ached at the mentions of his mother, the woman he could barely remember, and sighed deeply. “I just don’t want to disappoint her. She means everything to me.”

He grasped his nephew’s shoulder. “You won’t, Ed. Just be yourself. It’s worked this long, don’t ya think?”

That was true. If he was ever going to scare you away, he would of thought you would of left a long, long time ago.

•

All you ever heard was talk talk talk about that damn prom. Yay fucking hooray. You couldn’t understand it, but every time someone mentioned it, you got pissed off, uncomfortable even, like you didn’t want to hear about it.

Well, you knew why you felt that why, after all, it wasn’t rocket science. You wanted to go, and you cursed yourself at the thought. It wasn’t your scene. It wasn’t Eddie’s scenes. But that didn’t seem to matter. As much as you liked to pretend you were a stone cold, emotionless robot, you loved Eddie with your entire being and soul, and damnit, you wanted to go to prom with him. It went against all social gatherings that you believed in, but you guess that none of those things mattered in this equation.

Boyfriends took their girlfriends to prom. Boyfriends who loved their girlfriends took them to prom. You knew Eddie loved you, so was it a crime to want him to take you?

Well, you figured it wouldn’t matter soon anyways, because prom was only in a matter of hours, being that night, and you were on your way home from another shit day at work. When you pulled into the drive of your shared home, you narrowed your eyes at the darkness of the windows. His van was there, but it looked like nobody was home. No way in hell had his ass went to bed yet.

You exited your truck and trotted up the porch, taking out your key and unlocking the door. You were met with darkness, hand searching the wall for a light switch. You flipped it on when you found it, scanning the rooms, but no Eddie.

“If you’re trying to scare me again, Eddie, I swear I’m gonna feed your balls to Max’s dog!” You tossed your keys on the cabinet, taking weary steps into the kitchen. There was only so many places he could hide. You flipped on the light to the bedroom. No Eddie.

But there was something that caught your eye.

On your bed, was a dress, a very familiar looking dress. Your eyes widened slightly, approaching it with slow steps, fingers reaching out to lift it up to the length of your shoulders. It was pink…but not pink, almost a nude, really. That’s why you liked it so much. It was delicate, and not overly eccentric, with a low neckline and soft fabric at the top. It was almost an exact lookalike of Lorraine’s prom dress from Back to the Future.

“What the-” You gasped confused, stepping back to look back down at the bed. There was a piece of paper folded in half, and you bent down quickly to pick it up.

Prom?

Your stone cold heart seemed to triple in size.

“What do you say, Mcfly?” You jumped and whirled around, curls bouncing on your shoulders, and dear god, your eyes fucking tripled in size.

He was leaning against the doorway, wearing a goddamn suit. Eddie Munson was wearing a goddamn tuxedo.

His dark curls fell over his broad shoulders, a black bow tie just bellows his neck that had obviously been fiddled with several times. He had shiny, leather shoes on, his lips decorated in a sly smirk.

Your words had been completely stollen from you, and your lips parted without sound as your eyes narrowed and widened all at once. “You- I…this dress it’s-”

“Yeah, I know.” He laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “How can I not know? You’ve been watching the movie everyday for the past week, sweetheart. You’re not very subtle like you pretend to be.” He pushed himself off the wall, taking your hands in his.

It almost embarrassed you that he knew you had wanted to go, made your feel weak, but that feeling slipped away and couldn’t help but be replaced by joy. Your face turned red, and the biggest smile spread across your face as you but your lip, holding out the dress for you to see. “God, Eddie, this is…you look so good, jesus christ.” You exhaled, stepping back to examine him again.

He batted his lashes and held his arms out. “I better! This is a damn tux, you know? Only classy men where this, honey.”

You laughed and nodded. “Well, you definitely look it.” You let out a sharp breath, feeling overwhelmed again as you squeezed the dress in hand. “How did you…Jesus, how did you find this?”

“I had a…a friend of Wayne’s make it. She’s a seamstress next town over. Went to school together.” He pushed back his hair, growing slightly nervous at the look on your face. “So whatta’ ya’ say? Makin’ me nervous here, sweat pea.” He chuckled, nudging your elbow.

Honestly, you wanted to scream into a pillow, jump off the Empire State building, and arm wrestle with a goddamn gorilla.

“Hell, yeah!” You beamed, making him flinch unexpectedly, the both of you bursting into laughter. “God, Eddie… this is..I don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe you would-” Your jaw fell slack suddenly at a loss of words, eyes narrowing into slits when you caught something out of the corner of your eye, or more so, the lack of something.

Eddie’s guitar was not against his mirror.

It was never not there. Only when he was playing it, of course. And that was when it hit you.

His eyes followed yours and he turned pink, hoping you wouldn’t bring it up, but he was always in the dark when it came to you.

“How did you get…” Your eyes did not leave the blank space, voice steady and slow as you pointed. The money. How did he get the money?

You didn’t need to ask.

“You sold it, didn’t you?” Your voice was almost dead silent, eyes glancing up at him.

He swallowed and shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a guitar.

It was not just a guitar. Your eyes dropped heavily as you sighed, shoulders defeating. “Eddie…Eddie, why?”

“Hey,” He grabbed your elbow. “Don’t worry bout it, kay? I don’t want you to worry about how I paid for it. That’s my business.” He tried to reassure you. eyes soft and brown like your curls.

“But Eddie,” You placed down the dress, shaking your head in disbelief. “It’s just a dress. You didn’t need to..Eddie, you can’t. Please, take it-”

“Don’t you dare.” He said sternly, cutting you off. “You deserve nice things, y/n, as much as you pretend you don’t. I want you to wear this, and I know you want to, so you’re gonna wear it, you understand?”

It was rare that he left you speechless, and his figure in front of you blurred with tears. You quickly turned around to hide, staring down at the dress. Your lips pulled down in an overwhelming frown. “I don’t..I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” His hands wrapped around your torso, chin resting on your shoulder and curls brushing against your own. “I just wanna see you in this pretty dress, okay? That’s all.” He kissed your cheek.

Your heart was racing from how overjoyed and overwhelmed you felt, and you quickly turned around to wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “But you love her.” Your voice cracked, squeezing him tight.

His hand stroked your hair. “I love you more, baby.”

You hugged him so tight you almost inhaled him, trying your best to not break down and cry. “You really wanna take me to prom?” You said meekly. You sounded so…small.

“More than anything.” He whispered into your ear.

You weren’t good at dealing with these kinds of emotions, and Eddie rarely ever saw them. So you did what you were best at. You leaned up and kissed. Your lips melted up on his, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. He groaned into your mouth, hand cupping the back of your neck as your foreheads pressed together.

“What do you say, Mcfly?” He breathed against you, slowly inching back to the bed. His tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for permission.

“I say,” You parted your lips, lips tangling once again in a heat of passion. “Take me to prom, Doc.”

He collapsed atop of you on the bed, and your knees parted so he could rest between your thighs. His hands grabbed yours and held them tightly, noses pressing against the other as hot, pink lips sucked and pulled at your own. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bucking your hips into his strained jeans from his erection.

His hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled away to see your shiny tears. “Hey,” He panted, wiping them away. “No crying on prom night.”

Your head rested perfectly on the pillows, and you gulped as his hair tickled your ear. “It scares me how much I love you. You scare me.”

He chuckled at your response, hand going down your stomach. You were wearing your work uniform, which was a waitressing dress, leaving him extremely easy access to your pussy. “You scare the shit outta me too, babe.”

He tapped your nose playfully as he scooted down the bed, gripping your thighs with his large, ringed palms. “Now, we’re not gonna be cryin’ no sad tears, you hear?” He looked up through his lashes, smirking slightly as he pushed your legs up over his shoulders. “Only crying you’re gonna be doing is from me kissin’ this pretty pussy.”

You gasped when his head disappeared under the slit of your uniform, lips attaching to your cotton panties and placing a kiss to your clothed clit. Your hands reached down to tangle in his hair. “Oh, god,” You sighed, eyes fluttering closed. “God, you’re- you’re so good to me, Eddie.”

His fingers snapped the band of your panties against your skin, nose rubbing against your clit. “I know.” He said cockily, fingers slipping past your panties to poke at your entrance, nose still playing with your bud. “Be a good girl and relax for me, okay? Want you to feel good before we go dancin’.”

Your jaw fell slack when two of his fingers slowly entered your, pushing in and out at a gentle pace as you adjusted to the feeling. His nose made circles around your clit, still covered in your white cotton panties. “Oh, fuck,” Your legs quivered, his callused fingers moving faster, deeper inside of your heat that sucked him deep up into you.

You rocked against his face, stomach burning and eyes blurring with pleasurable tears. The tip of his nose stroked up and down, side to side, pressing and poking, making white hot strikes of pleasure send off tremors through your body.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He mumbled against you, rings pushing into your core that shined brighter from your wetness. “Can’t wait to see you in your new dress. My pretty little Lorraine.”

You leaned up to pull him closer, moaning and gasping, whimpering for more. “Oh, god! God, Eddie, I’m gonna- fuck, fuck,”

He pushed faster and faster, the sound of squelching loud over your cries. He pressed his nose hard into your clit, pushing his face into you to add pressure. You sobbed as you clenched around his fingers, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you spasmed sharply, and he curled his long, slender fingers inside of you, helping you ride the wave as he groaned against your thigh.

Tears fell down your face as you fell back on the bed, mouth fallen slack as you panted. His fingers slowly pulled out, panties snapping back into place. His lips were shining in your arousal, and he smiled ear to ear.

“Ready to go dancing, Mcfly?”

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[astaraels]

You don’t get how bad I need your fem!gallavich headcanons 😭😭 (that being said pls - with no pressure - share some 🙏🙏🙏)

OKAY DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT A LOT OF THEM TO SHARE WITH YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR SOME GOOD WLW FEM!GALLAVICH FEELS (these may be a little all over the place but just roll with me here okay? okay here we go)

to start with, Ian is a nickname for Lillian, Mickey is a nickname for Mykhaila (Ukrainian feminine form of Mikhailo)—they'd still go by Ian and Mickey, because if Lip can be a nickname for Phillip then all bets are fucking off :p

technically all of this started with my brain going "lesbian gallavich with hella self image issues" because they don't feel like they can measure up to their "prettier" sister (Mandy and Fiona) but both of them thinking the other is gorgeous as hell. Mickey being kind of a femme/butch (which is why she's the one who calls the shots with her brothers, she's the tomboy compared to Mandy), and Ian wanting to be all pretty and femme but doesn't think there's a point to it because money and also she doesn't think highly of herself

things would be way different for them both as lesbians—Ian would definitely still be the forgotten middle child, although she and Lip would still be Fiona's backup ("you two are my rocks") because I refuse to believe that girl Ian wouldn't be just as committed to ROTC and fitness as canon Ian. She'd be able to kick anyone's ass any day of the week. I think she'd really look up to Lip and ofc he'd love Ian as his little sister but like, with the same kind of condescending vibe he gives Fiona and Debbie? Although maybe since they're practically twins his misogyny toward Ian wouldn't be as blatant.

she'd still be taller than him (tallest Gallagher no matter what!) and have long red hair that she just throws back in a bun or ponytail all military style. I can't see her having short hair just because short cuts can be a lot to maintain, better just to let it grow and keep it pulled back. (I know, I've thought way too much about the little stuff lol)

Mickey would be very punk. With an undercut and all kinds of piercings. Mandy gets more attention from boys but Mickey does get her share, although of course she's like blegh. She'd rather be kicking ass and taking names and proving to her dad that she's just as good at being a fuckin Milkovich as Iggy and Colin—she's got more brains than both of them combined and she's smart as a whip when it comes to doing math, as well as where scamming people is concerned. Terry would begrudgingly acknowledge this but never misses a chance to put her down because she's just another dumb bitch. Only serves to make Mickey more determined to show what she can do, though, and her brothers and cousins are no match for her when it comes to scrappy back alley fighting. She climbed to the top of the heap early on and punches out anyone who tries to take her on.

Ian absolutely falls in the lesbian stereotype of wearing flannel constantly. I feel like she would want to do girly sorts of things but like, doesn't feel she'd measure up to Fiona or other girls so she just sticks with "comfortable" as her main fashion staple. Her and Debbie probably share a room too, although as I said above, she's still super close with Lip. Debbie would ADORE her big sister, would look up to and admire Ian because they've got so much in common—it might even be that she finds Ian's lesbian porn and that's how she knows about it ("penetration isn't required for sex to occur").

I'm not sure how they'd meet in this au but it would still probably involve Mickey chasing Ian around trying to beat her up lmao. my original thought was maybe like, either Mickey chased after Ian because of something Lip did in a reverse of canon, or Mandy thought Ian was talking shit about her. Regardless, the idea of 5'1" Mickey chasing after 5'9" Ian is hilarious especially because I feel like Ian would end up being almost six foot tall by the time she's done with puberty.

even once Ian and Mandy end up being bffs (there'd definitely be some miscommunication, but Ian doesn't wanna get murdered by the Milkovich siblings, so she manages to clear the air with Mandy when she can get away from Mickey and their brothers), Ian probably wouldn't tell Mandy she's gay, gotta keep that shit on lock. So once they're besties she's gotta endure all the boy talk and be like oh haha yeah totally…but at some point Mandy would figure it out, probably because she's not dumb and also Ian "play what cool" Gallagher is not as subtle as she thinks she is. But Mandy, other than asking if Ian has the hots for her ("you're beautiful, but I like you better as my friend"), is actually pretty chill and realizes she doesn't actually mind hanging out with a lesbo. Yes, Ian and Mandy and Mickey would use all the derogatory slurs that get used towards lesbians, although Ian is used to the casual homophobia and Mickey is the most homophobic gay ever (I feel like she'd definitely call herself a fag and a dyke once she gets more comfortable in her identity).

idk how the whole grooming thing with Kash and Ned would transfer over—maybe Ned would be some rich lesbian cougar who wants a kept girl or something. But that's unfortunately a big part of Ian's character, the middle kid who's the only one to be physically abused (and yeah, Frank would still hit Ian, boy or girl), and is desperate for any kind of affection so attaches to anyone who gives it. Kash might be a (seemingly) meek wife to some bruiser of a husband who's short and has small dog syndrome, and that makes her sympathetic in Ian's eyes, thus making it easier for her to take advantage of Ian. I try not to think about Kash too much but it is an important part of Ian's self-image

I'm gonna talk about s3 in its own post because I have some Thoughts and Ideas for some changes to make things interesting :p

season 4 would be really even more depressing because I think that when Ian is manic (there'd be no running away to the army because she couldn't use Lip's identity; instead she'd go straight her sugar mama and from there calls Monica when things get too wild) she'd end up getting pimped out by Monica to really gross straight dudes—not that there aren't creeper lesbians who like younger women, but in general it'd be easier for her to find a job stripping at a regular club (lesbian bars don't seem to have the same opportunities as a straight bar or a men's gay bar do wrt making money). Poor Lip and Debbie finding her in the skimpiest outfit, worse than anything Fiona ever had to wear for a job, with way too much makeup on and dollar bills tucked in her underwear, coked out as hell, skinny enough you can see her hipbones, brain and mouth going about 300 miles a minute...ugh.

But Mickey coming and bringing her home safe and sound <3 beating up the skeevy guys trying to roofie her <33 watching over Ian while she sleeps <333

In a happier train of thought, I love the idea that Mickey really likes Ian's long hair and plays with it when she's not really thinking and Ian gets all 😍😍😍 because it means Mickey might like her omg. Mickey has a partial undercut and Ian loves the texture of the shaved part of her hair. Tells her not to let it grow back out and everything.

Mickey having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her stupidly tall gf ("You're too tall, Red" "Complain all you want, Mick, you know you like it”). Mickey likes getting manhandled but only by Ian—anyone else tries it and they're losing a hand. But Ian shoves her against a wall and does her whole cocky, smug, looming thing and Mickey can't help but melt in her arms (not that she'd let Ian know about it, not at first; gotta make Gallagher work for that shit. Just cause she's a fag doesn't mean that she's anyone's bitch!).

I also like to think that Ian would try the super femme thing in s4 era and Mickey, once out, would be a little more comfortable being more butch, but they both come off as a mix? I just love the idea of fem!gallavich playing with gender stuff in that very specific lesbian relationship with gender—on one of Mickey's more butch days Ian jokes and calling Mickey her boyfriend and Mickey being like oh

personally I feel like Mickey in her dyke era (s5) is an absolute pint-sized powerhouse, and still an absolute fashion icon because those cut-off vests? the tank tops? perfection🤌🏻

most of my thoughts are of early gallavich because I think things would go much differently since Sammi can't call the MPs on Ian in this au, but lemme just say that there's some fun stuff I'll be adding in another ask to add to the DRAMA

#gallavich #fem!gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #leinth answers #rule 63 all the things

[decepti-thots]

would you be down to give me a rough outline of how Prowl has been characterized over the publication history of the tf comics? I mean, in as far as you know about it. Every time you mention the costa stuff it makes me curious

I can try! I can't really drill down well without a thing to focus on specifically, but here are some general highlights.

Furman (and stuff that directly draws from Furman's run, like AHM as a whole) characterizes him basically as he did when writing Marvel G1, and gives him so little to do that not very much really comes out even then. Uptight, stick-in-his-ass, still a basically Good Guy TM and while he puts people's backs up a little, he's not under any level of suspicion. This is the closest to continuity-agnostic "fanon Prowl" you get in IDW, because that fanon figure draws quite a lot on the Marvel G1 characterization (when it isn't simply making things up wholesale, anyway). Furman copies his own homework, basically, lmao.

Roche is the guy who wrote phase two Prowl into existence as we know him. Rather infamously because he thought it was an interesting take on the character to er, ignore all the above stuff and make the Autobot SIC a rat bastard, lmao. Roche and Barber's interpretations came to dominate the character in IDW going forward, but they do differ. Roche's Prowl is more isolated from other characters (one does not really imagine Wreckers Prowl calling Bumblebee his best friend sincerely, as exRiD Prowl does), and people treat him as disliked by default. Even before the worst of what he does comes out, his reputation precedes him. Also, Roche's Prowl speaks fairly neutrally, whereas exRiD Prowl speaks more casually than fandom tends to admit to! Finally, Roche's Prowl is less spontaneously, outwardly emotional than Barber's is later on, and tends to fit the fanon stereotype of "always restrained" more.

Costa came in post-AHM but pre-Wreckers and hated all that, so he retconned it. LMAO. His Prowl is the archetype of the "good cop" protagonist surrounded by corruption, combined with surface level noir tropes that sort of work in tandem with those but lacking any grit. (Costa seems to understand what noir looks and sounds like, but none of the underlying narrative devices that make it function as noir.) This Prowl is specifically supposed to be (here's the retcon) someone who used to be more deliberately cold, removed and logical but who has specifically decided to change to be different following his experiences on Earth. (Spotlight: Prowl is a good one-issue explanation of Costa's perspective on Prowl, which is not the same as being a good comic.) As time goes on, the sheer unpopularity of this take pushed Costa to undo it a bit, and reintroduce some level of ambivalence to him... but by and large he remains kind of the "good authority figure who objects when the systems are misused" type, almost? His conflict with Spike is very much over the fact he expected better of Spike, see.

Barber's Prowl notably does not wholly throw the Costa stuff out the window. (This is why the Spike stuff features a lot; it's really the only strong emotional hook Costa's work gives you for his version of the character to grab at.) But Prowl is back to being a morally gray figure whose moral ambivalence is very strongly tied to his role as an authority figure- and that's worth mentioning. Prowl's downward spiral being intrinsically linked to his refusal to relinquish authority, and his abuse of it, is something that is all Barber and not Roche. (In Wreckers, Prowl is an asshole because of personal arrogance. In exRiD, he's more an asshole because of his role enabling a wider system, by the end. IMO that's a big difference, anyway.) He is not starting off exRiD loathed by absolutely everyone, or a figure of preexisting serious mistrust. That's something that develops over the course of the comic as things come to light for the characters in-universe, meaning exRiD Prowl feels like he's put up a more convincing shield in front of his worse dealings over the course of the war, perhaps. His position deteriorates significantly over the comic. He is more prone to balancing his deliberate cold-heartedness with angry or emotional outbursts than we saw in Wreckers, leading to him having multiple outbursts that worsen his situation over the course of the comic. This is the Prowl who holds grudges.

Roberts' Prowl is kind of different to talk about to the above because his Prowl in Shadowplay and his Prowl in Titans Return are different genres. I can do a post on that if folks really want but it probably is its own post, haha.

IDK feel free to clarify any specific stuff you'd like a vibe on if you want, this is all just what came to my mind instinctively!

#idw*2 is a mess and i would need to reread to criticise it properly. #dw is just Marvel Again but with the inexplicable stranglehold praxus has on fanon forever added

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Okay- I'm sorry if I'm being annoying by sending another one of these (if I am being annoying you can just ignore this lmao) but I've had this idea in the back of my head ever since I started reading Jake x daughter!reader fics. It's basically a fic where y/n comes out to Jake as a lesbian (because I would literally die for supportive dad!jake) and here's my idea

So what if Y/n is a teenager and she's never been really one to have crushes and when she did they were short lived so when Y/n befriends a Na'vi boy her age her siblings tease her about having a 'crush' on him and as Y/n is still navigating her own feelings and what kind of reactions she could get if she told anyone so she pretends to like the boy until Jake finds about it and is a stereotypical overprotective dad. And when he goes to talk to Y/n about it he notices she's directly avoiding his gaze but won't tell him what's wrong and it just wrecks Jake with worry until eventually she spits it out

A/N: In this story let's pretend that Z-dog isn't a recom or a bad guy but instead the really cool bi aunt that y/n could go to about this stuff.

A/N: Also you aren't annoying, I love writing Dad!Jake

Girls: Dad!Jake Sully

You made your way to the lab to find your aunt Z-dog in hopes that she could answer some of the questions that you had. See lately well more so since you started developing crushes you noticed that boys never seemed to do it for you, only girls seemed to spark your interest and that confused you a bit. 

"Hey, kiddo! What brings you by?" Your aunt asked as you stepped inside her room. 

"I have some questions that I was hoping you could answer for me if you don't mind." You said nervously.

"I'm sure your parents could answer them but what kind of questions?" She asked you as you regathered your thoughts. 

"Romantic ones....like how you knew you were bi-sexual?" You asked her as realization hit her as to why you were coming to her. 

"Okay, I know for me, that I felt an attraction to both males and females....but I also know that some people can just be lesbian as well where they are only attracted to females and feel nothing towards a man which is okay too, it's all about personal preference really." She said as you nodded taking in her words. 

"Is there a reason you are asking me this?" She asked concerned. 

"I think I may be lesbian. I'm not sure because I can develop a crush on a guy but it never lasts..." You said to her. 

"Sounds like you are confused....don't tell your dad this but you honestly need to kiss a girl to find out that's what did it for me. Have you ever kissed anyone before?" She asked you. 

"I have...it was a boy but I didn't like it too much." You said as she laughed. 

"Yeah kiss a girl and see how much that changes." She said as you looked at her. 

"What about my parents?" You asked her nervous about how they would react to you potentially being lesbian. 

"Let's figure out your feelings first and then we will deal with your parents...but I can already tell you that they are gonna love just the same if not more." She said squeezing your hand.

"Thank you Aunt Z-dog." You said hugging her. 

"No problem kiddo, figure out your feelings first and then worry about everything else...and just know I'm here for you." She said as you thanked her. 

A few days later you and your friend Peì'll were out relaxing in ya'lls pasture, you sat by a tree listening as she talked but all you could focus on was how pretty she was especially when the sun hit her skin.

"What's on your mind y/n?" She asked taking a seat in front of you snapping you out of your thoughts. 

"Nothing." You said giving her a small smile. 

"Well, there's something I've been wanting to try if you're okay with it." She said as you looked at her confused but still nodded her head. 

She slowly leaned her head towards you as her eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips as you did the same really hoping this wasn't some fever dream. You slowly felt her lips press against yours as you reminded yourself to kiss her back. 

"That was better than I imagined." You both said making each laugh.

"Y/n I'm lesbian...and I've always found you attractive..." She said lacing her hands with yours.

"Thank you for telling me that....but I need to be honest with you...I must tell you that I'm confused about what I am." You said looking down. 

"That's okay...we can take this slowly until you figure out your feelings." She said squeezing your hands. 

A few weeks later you two had fully moved into a semi-relationship that was pretty private while you figure out how you would tell your parents more specifically your dad who you worried you would let down by turning out this way.   Peì'll was sick today so you were spending the day hanging with her cousin Nau, which was nice and he told you that he wouldn't tell anyone about you and her as he walked you home. 

"Oooohhhh looks like sis has a new crush!" Lo'ak said as he watched you and Nau laugh about something. 

"Wonder how long this one will last this time." Neteyam said joining Lo'ak at the entrance of the hut so he could also spy on your Nau. 

"Boys leave your sister alone." Your mom said making them groan as they left the entrance of the hut just as you walked in. 

"Evening everyone." You said setting your stuff down and join your family at the dinner table. 

"So sis, whose the boy you were talking to?" Lo'ak asked you as Jake whipped his head towards you upon hearing those words. 

"Who Nau? That's Peì'll cousin, we just hung out today since she was sick." You said shrugging your shoulders. 

"Is he a new crush?" Lo'ak said as Jake angrily ate his food watching you for an answer. 

You panicked as your brother asked that question...you were in love with Peì'll but you weren't ready to tell your dad quiet yet so you did the one thing you could do and say you had a crush on Nau which was far from the truth. 

"Yes, I do." You said as you felt the daggers your dad was shooting you. 

The next few days Jake noticed that whenever Nau was brought up, you would sigh and seem irritated that they were talking about it and even he felt like you didn't actually have a crush on this boy if you did you had a weird way of showing it. 

"Hey baby girl, let's go for a walk." Your dad said that night after dinner. 

"Okay." You said following him out of yall's hut and you guys just talked about your days for a bit until he brought it up. 

"Does this Nau kid treat you well? Because you can tell me if he isn't." He said watching you. 

"Yeah, he does." You said. 

"Do you see a future with him? Because if you do, you need to have a very serious talk." He said watching as you looked at the ground. 

"No." You said quietly.

"No? Then why did you say you have a crush on him, angel?" Your dad asked kneeling so that he was at eye level with you.

"Because I like girls and I was afraid of your reaction by telling you how I really felt." You said quietly as awaited your dad's reaction. 

Jake was shocked but not really because now everything made sense... he felt dumb for not noticing sooner...you always had a distaste for boys growing up. 

"Oh, angel. Something like that couldn't stop me from loving you but thank you for telling me." He said wrapping his arms around you. 

"So you not mad at me or disappointed in me?" You asked quietly.

"No, I'm not..never could be for something like this...I love you no matter who you love as long as they treat you right." He said looking at you. 

"I love you to Dad, thank you." You said hugging him again as he smiled. 

"So is there a special girl you have your eye on?" He asked making you groan. 

"Well me and Peì'll are kinda seeing each other..." You said nervously as you two walked home. 

"Peì'll? Wait you two got her cousin to cover for you two?!" He said making you laugh. 

"Yeah, we did." You said laughing as he shook his head at you in disbelief. 

A few days later after coming out to your dad and finally telling Peì'll the good news, you decided to bring her over for dinner and properly introduce her to everyone. 

"Dad, Mom and annoying siblings this is my best friend and girlfriend Peì'll. You said re-introducing her to everyone watching with a laugh as your siblings looked shocked. 

"But I thought her and Nau?" Lo'ak said making you guys laugh. 

"No sorry Peì'll is the one for me." You said as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

"Ha! Looks like you are doing my chores for a month! I knew she didn't like Nau." Neteyam said as he walked over to where you two were. 

"Peì'll you hurt my sister and we have problems." Neteyam said not sure how he would get her back if she did end up hurting you since she was a girl. 

"Peì'll my child, welcome. And you my beautiful daughter thank you for finally introducing us to the real source of your happiness." Your mom said hugging you both. 

"You should be thanking dad, he was the one who gave me the courage to do it." you said as your dad squeezed your hand in reassurance.

#dad!jakesully #dad!jake #dad!jake sully x reader #dad!jake x daughter!reader #mom!neytiri x reader #sully family x reader #sully!reader

[follivora]

what I don't understand is that why people are calling whatever jan & nace are doing "performative" and "queerbaiting" (ffs) , while being seemingly okay with jere, who's out there fully gaying it up with every single man that comes within five feet of him, while being in a steady relationship with a woman (and probably straight?). this must sound like I'm bashing jere, and I'm absolutely not, I love him, and I commend him for pushing the boundaries. but it's just interesting and weird to me that is he allowed to play with his identity like that, but if jan and nace do it, even just a little bit, it's performative queerbaiting. that smells like hypocrisy.

this is exactly what i cant wrap my head around either. i do love jere to death and i do love him just doing whatever he likes and whoever he likes for that matter, but exactly as you said, out of all of the guys, he's the only one in a confirmed relationship at the moment but we all love him and his boyfriends right. JO are probably all single rn because of their insane schedule, but even if they weren't, nace and jan never pretended to be dating? i dont know what they have but its fucking beautiful, they very apparently adore each other and they love to be close to each other, it can be fucking platonic and thats okay but its real? why would they fake it? what would a guitarist and a bass player with 30k followers each would get from it?

how dare you like say that jan, who's always been super comfortable with being close to men, said his crushes are male, had a fucking hot line call to be a male, dresses however he wishes and is fucking very open and free minded is queerbaiting? how dare you say that nace, who's had a fucking pride flag profile pic long before becoming famous, has been super comfy with being touchy with every man around him since we've known him, someone with a little fun dingily earring and extremely kind heart would just queerbait and trick fans into thinking something?

the insane attempt at proving that nace and jan are straight first on twitter and now fucking here actually screams of homophobia, i dont see anyone trying to prove that kris is straight 24/7 even tho he mentioned dating someone in the same interviews like nace did, why do you care so much about if nace likes dick or not jesus fuck let him be himself without dragging him down and comparing him to stereotypes

i am not saying they are queer. i am not saying they are not queer. i am just a very strong believer in letting people living their lives, loving people around them and i dont have any reason to think people would fake their existence for getting 128 hundred more likes lmao

[dumblilb]

YOU TASTE BETTER ☆

Frank iero x Fem! Reader

(Synopsis: He couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her one more time before tour.)

(Warnings: SMUT, cursing, smoking weed LMAO, sub!frank, switch!reader (their rolls aren’t crazy obvious, I tried to keep it chill), also some fluff)

(Words: 2403)

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“Hey can you help me with the hair dye, I always fuck up the back.” Frank yells to her from the bathroom. She gets up from the couch and walks in to find him with half his hair dyed a dark black.

“Yeah, do you got gloves?” She asks and he points to the counter where they lay. She picks them up and slides them on. Then taking the bowl from his hands she has him sit on the counter as she applies the dye to his roots.

She could see him making dumb faces at the mirror in the corner of her eye but she just ignored him and finished up, removing the gloves and discarding them in the trash. Grabbing a plastic bag she put it on his head tying it tight and turning him to look at her.

“There, you look so pretty.” She says in a half truth, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark as he jumped off the counter and walked out to the living room.

“Thanks for the help. With us having the tour coming up next week I thought maybe I shouldn’t look totally trashed.” He jokes pulling her down on the couch with him, flipping the channels till it lands on a dumb movie for them to mostly ignore.

“Hey I rolled before you got here but then I got distracted with my hair, do you wanna?-“ He says to her pointing to the blunt laying on the coffee table.

“Yeah why not.” She shrugs and get up to grab the lighter she knows is stashed in drawer on the other side of the room. She throws it to him and watched as the light illuminates his face as he puts the joint to his lips. She couldn’t help but feel something burning in the pit of her stomach as she watched the smoke leave his lips. The way his body relaxed back into the couch couldn’t even make the dumb ass plastic bag on his head look bad.

“Here.” He says as she sits down and passes it to her. She wasn’t the type to smoke all the time. But when she was with him, or the guys, it was a time she could relax and not worry about the repercussions. She put it to her lips and breathed in. She would cough a little from time to time but he never laughed at her. He didn’t care what lame shit she did. He always thought she look hot doing it, so it didn’t matter much to him.

She looked at the clock and realized it was time to wash out his hair so she lets him know and drags him to the bathroom. He leans over the tub and rest his hands on the frame, she removed the bag and turned the water on. She took the handle and started to gently rinse out his hair. Soon adding her fingers to the mix as she ran them through his hair to help the process. The feeling causing him to lose it, unknowably to her. The heat rose to his face and he just prayed it would be gone by the time this was done. She had finally finished and she turned the water off. She grabbed a towel from the rack and threw it on his head making him laugh.

God, she loved his laugh.

Once he had dried his hair enough she pulled out her hair dryer. He was against it at first, but then he realized her hands would he in his hair once again so he didn’t mind. She just quickly dried the rest and then put it back away. He turned to look in a mirror and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and and admired him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She complimented and he couldn’t control his blushy smile. She always used more stereotypical feminine compliments for him. She always thought it fit him better. Sure he was handsome, but he was just so gorgeous in her eyes that handsome never felt like a strong enough word to convey her emotions. She gave him a quick hug from the back and walked back to the couch. Him following close behind.

She sat down and he cuddled right up close to her. He picked the blunt back up and took a hit before passing it to her. He kept his eyes close on her lips every pass, and they would travel down every time she exhaled.

The way her chest moved up and down catching his attention. He passes the blunt to her once again and she puts it to her lips.

But this time he leans over to start kissing her neck. She gasps a little in surprise causing a few coughs to escape. But the feeling of his lips smile into her neck between each kiss made her let him keep going. The feeling of his cold lip ring against her neck made her shiver.

He was sloppy with it. The way he abused her neck and the feeling of his hands in her hair, returning the favor from earlier sending her over the edge.

He was practically on top of her as he messily kissed her moving from her neck to her lips slowly, dragging out the sensation. She swiftly put the blunt out in the ash tray on the table beside them as she blew the air out into his mouth. He moved from her lips to her chest.

Her bra having already been removed hours before due to it being many hours late into the night. Her shirt was quick to slide off as he got to his knees and continued to place messy kisses down her cleavage stopping write above her pantie line. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. She leaned down and placed a kiss to his lips giving him all the permission he needed to remove first her pajama shorts, then painfully slow he pulled down her underwear.

She moved her hips up ever so slightly to give him access. He returned to giving small wet kisses down her stomach and her thighs. Soon finding his final place in her cunt. The cold metal of his lip ring grazing her clit every few moments causing her to squirm. He paused to lick her pussy, bottom to top, ending at her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and began to work. The sensation making the heat at the pit of her stomach increase. She tightly gripped the couch as he sucked. The feeling of his tongue entering inside her making a loud moan escape her lips. A smile forming on his own for a quick second. His tongue moved rapidly and he gripped her thighs squeezing them soft as he could. But the red marks would still be there after. He removed one hand from her thigh and his tongue from her cunt causing her to whine. Which quickly turned into a loud breathy moan as he inserted a finger into her.

“Does that feel good.” He whispers as she moves a hand from the couch to his hair. Running her hands through it as he pumps in her back and forth. His face was wet and his lips looked red and plump.

“Y-yes.” She moaned and used her hand to gently push his face back down into her. He inserted another finger causing her to scream as he put his mouth back on her clit doing double time on her pussy.

The feeling in her stomach tightening made her realize what would soon happen so she tried to warn him but he ignored her and kept going pumping back and forth, in and out of her with a good rhythm. His tongue sloppily massaging her clit. She felt the feeling rise up in her and a loud sigh escaped her mouth as she came. He quickly removed his fingers and switched to his mouth being on her cunt and his fingers rubbing her clit as she rode out her high. She trembled under his touch as he used his free hand to hold her down. His tongue and fingers got slower as the shaking stopped and soon he came up for air. Placing soft kisses to her clit as he rubbed her legs gently, reminding her of how good she was for him. Her body relaxed as she breathed heavily.

He continued to leave, now wet, cum covered kisses up her body over her chest licking her tits messing with them for a second with his tongue, and ending up back to her mouth. Where he kissed her.

“You taste so good.” He sighs between kisses.

She wasn’t done though. The taste of her on his lips making her go crazy. She pulls off his shirt revealing more of his tattoos causing her to smile. She loved the way he looked so soft, contrasting the fact that his body was covered in ink.

She flipped him over to lay him down on the couch. Her bare tits rubbing against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. She sat in a straddling position with her legs on opposite sides of him. She looked him in the eyes and without warning pulled his hair back, just hard enough to not hurt him too much. She started to kiss his neck, sucking on it every few moments. Leaving purple marks there for the morning. She could feel his dick growing hard under her bare cunt through his lose plaid pajama pants. The sensation making her even more wet.

She continued to his kiss him roughly as she moved her hands down to his pants pulling them off enough so he could kick them down. Returning the favor from earlier she slowly removed his boxers as she placed small kisses down his dick. The feeling making him whine with pleasure. But he practically begged for more as he gripped her hips running his hands from there to her tits. He pulled her up and looked in her eyes.

“Please.” He breathed out soft enough to barley be a whisper. He was fully erect now and ready. She went down quickly to suck him off a few times. The feeling of her lips around his dick making him moan. After a few passes she removed her lips swiftly grabbing a condom from the side table drawer and sliding it on for him. He groans as she positions herself up to him and she quickly inserts him into her. Heaving breaths escape his lips as his back arched. She bopped herself slowly… painfully slow on his cock up and down his hands gripped her waist tightly.

The feeling of him inside her sent her over the moon but she didn’t want him to know that quite yet. She kept almost a poker face of content pleasure as she bounced herself around him. The feeling of him rubbing against her walls causing a small tear to roll down her cheek in ecstasy. She pulsed, clenching every few moments at the feeling. She wanted more, she wanted it faster. She wanted him to scream her name as she fucked him, so the whole neighborhood knew he was hers. But she controlled herself for now and leaned down, placing messy kisses to his lips. Him not even being able to keep his mouth closed for more than a second as uncontrolled moans escaped him. She bit at his lip ring pulling a little knowing it would make him twitch. The feeling of it in her cunt making her smile. She sat back up straight and started going faster. The muscles in her legs tightened as she moved her hips up and down in circular motions.

The sight of her tits moving up and down as she pumped mesmerized him. He pulled her chest down to him as he massaged one tit, the other in his mouth. As he played with her nips using his tongue, he licked and sucked till she felt raw. She let out a moan making him pleased. She continues to move rapidly on his dick as he holds on to her practically leaving long scratches to her hips in the process. She kept feeling him twitch inside her. The feeling of him hitting her g spot each time making her feral. Just as he’s about to cum she stops for a second. And a groan leaves his lips.

“What do you say?” She says slowly lifting her hips up. Knowing she would soon come to her second end of the night. But she wanted him to beg.

“P-Please.” He whines. Loudly. So she leaned down placing a kiss to his lips. But mid kiss she slams back down and she smiles continuing to move up and down at a fast pace. His loud moans filled the room making her go insane. He started to buck his hips but at this point she didn’t care to correct his as a loud breathy moan left his lips. He would hit her spot repeatedly as his dick shook inside her. Letting her know he was ready. She moved her hips up and down quicker and she felt it. She felt him cum. He practically screamed her name as she rode out his high. The heat coming from the condom being the last thing she needed before she released on him. The feeling leaving her cunt happy and her cum all over his cock as he pulled it out. He removed the condom and tossed it aside, his hands shaking. Before he could do anything else she leaned him back down.

“Let me do this.” She says still wildly out of breath. She put her lips around him and slowly started sucking him clean. She licked him from the base to the head a few last times before quickly bobbing her head in a circular motion, knowing what it would do. He was always quick after the first fuck so he came for the second time that night. Fast. And as his cum enters her mouth spilling down her chin she didn’t care. She placed disgustingly wet and cum induced kisses all over his body till she got to his lips. The sounds of his heaving moans making her smile.

“You taste better.”

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Happy 500 followers!!

How about 1 and 10 for the ask game?

Thank you for you participation, anon! Ask game is here! Send them in if you want <3

1. Who's hand did you first grab? Why? Would you choose someone else if you could do it over again?

I grabbed Idia's hand! When I first got into TWST, I had absolutely no clue what I was getting into so I really just went based on which voice actors I recognized LOL. I know Kōki Uchiyama from a ton of different anime (JJK, Buddy Daddies, Haikyuu, BNHA, Yuri on Ice, etc.) so I just went with his character. While Idia doesn't crack the top 5 for me, I don't think I'd choose again. The only reason I would is if it impacted the story somehow but I really doubt it will. I'm COMITTED.

10. Top five favorite characters?

Grim occupies all top five spots. BUT since that's boring, so I'll limit my choices to the main cast lmao. (My love for the dire beast is PROFOUND) I got VERY wordy here so here's the short answer: 1. Riddle Rosehearts

2. Vil Schoenheit

3. Malleus Draconia

4. Ruggie Bucchi

5. Kalim Al-Asim Explanation below the cut! (I got very excited to talk about my favorites and wrote a lot so I figured I'd condense it for people who didn't want to scroll through it all lol whoopsies.)

1. Riddle Rosehearts - I have no explanation for this?? He's pretty much the opposite of my usual favorite characters so idk what happened here. I've always been drawn to the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic so maybe that has something to do with it? He's got such great character writing, too?? Everything about his personality just makes sense when you know his backstory. When we learn that Riddle's tyrant of a mother was strict and controlling over him, the pieces just seem to fall into place. His whole life was just following her rules and studying like a good little boy, and when he stepped out of line even a little bit he was reprimanded harshly for it. Of course, he's going to the exact same thing once he's in a position of power. It's all he knows. He's just another version of his mother. Not only does he uphold the tradition of punishing rule breakers rather severely as he was when he was younger, I think there's also an element of fear there as well. Like, his mother just instilled an innate fear of breaking rules because bad things would happen if he didn't follow them exactly. I really do see Riddle as a scared little boy who is suddenly realizing that he was set up for failure by his own mother. And THEN he makes an honest effort to improve himself post-overblot?? His transformation after the fact is one of the more obvious ones and I'm just so proud of him. A THOUSAND HEAD PATS!! Okay, I'll stop rambling about him lmao I love Riddle sm (Also want to make clear I'm not saying Riddle was right for anything he did, only that I appreciate how his character was handled. Added for legal purposes so people don't come after me :c ) 2. Vil Schoenheit - This one comes as no surprise to me. Pretty boys who challenge gender stereotypes are RIGHT up my alley. Like Riddle, I think Vil has some great character writing is one of the more complex characters in the game. He just feels so compassionate to me?? I don't know how to explain it - he just gives such nurturing vibes. I'd trust this man with my drink at a bar fr fr. And then he tells Epel off for saying ballet is too "girly" for him?? Thank you TWST for bringing me this man. I pray at the altar of Vil Schoenheit. 3. Malleus Draconia - Doesn't Malleus top everyone's lists LOL I think my favoritism for the dragon man is more to do with his relationship with Yuu than anything else tbh. He's like one of three characters that actively engages with the main character and I think they've got such a fun relationship. Two people who feel very alone in the world finding friendship (or something more for you malleyuu shippers) in each other is so beautiful. I'm glad they can be there for each other like that. Side note: I adore romantic Malleyuu for sure, but I think it's equally as endearing if all of Malleus's flirtatious lines were never meant to be romantic but he's just really bad at communicating his feelings in a platonic way. Like, he doesn't mean to flirt he's just socially inept. 4. Ruggie Bucchi - Gremlin hyena boy is just too good for words. Ngl, I started off not really liking Ruggie all that much because of what he did in the Savanaclaw book. My mans was basically shoving people down flights of stairs?? I'm not really sure where the turn around happened tbh. Mischievous personality types do tend to draw me in in fiction so that probably has a lot to do with it. I also felt really bad for him at the end of the Savanaclaw book when Leona was ready to Thanos him out of existence despite everything Ruggie had done for him (and continues to do for him). I appreciate his work ethic, I can respect the hustle, and he's got such a cute little laugh. I wanna pet those big ole ears of his. Leona - pay this man more smh 5. Kalim Al-Asim - SUNSHINE BOY!!

He's such a breath of fresh air in this game LMAO. As much as I love the fact that most of the cast are unapologetically flawed, it's nice to have a few characters that are genuinely good people. His VA (Kazuki Furuta) absolutely kills it imo. I can hear his laugh in my head as I'm typing this - it's just so warm and happy :D He also breaks the sterotype of most rich characters in media by just being a nice person? He's not evil or greedy (although naive and entitled) and he just wants to be bffs with Jamil. Break his heart Jamil and we're gonna have WORDS. Also just like FORGAVE JAMIL??? His bfffl yeeted him across the desert, brainwashed him and admitted to wanting to get him kicked from the school and Kalim didn't really hold it against him. He was so understanding and sweet about everything AHHHHH

#I TOLD YOU I GET WORDY AJDKSAJD #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst vil #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #twst malleus #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #kalim al asim #twst kalim #cheekinrambles #thank you for the ask! #twst ask game

[frozenmoonshine]

Kawaragi Senju - Headcanons

I've been suffering from some bad Senju brainrot recently, and decided to make it everyone's problem, lmao. But I just love her sooo much, she's my favorite female TR character, she's such an adorable little baby, I can't help it, I want to adopt her!!! 😭

Anyways, here:

She was one of those kids that ripped the heads off of their dolls! She got a Barbie as a present for her 5th birthday, but instead of the intended way of playing with it, she "tested" how much it can bend and stretch, so the head popped off in the process. It didn't stop her tho, she continued to play with it, even headless. Until Wakasa fixed it for her with some flextape, but then it lost its charm so she took the head off again.

She's a BIG cuddle bug! She would cling on to her grandma for affection, or to Haruchiyo when they were little, even to Takeomi, although he would most often just turn her down. Haru was always fine with it, since they shared the cradle as babies, until he grew too big for it, so even as toddlers and older, they were kinda used to snuggling with each other. That changed as they were growing up and gaining separate senses of self, as well as he started accumulating resentment towards her because of Takeomi's favoritism.

When Waka & Benkei became her unofficial guardians, she was sooo happy that Waka didn't mind her snuggling up against him during their "family" movie nights, or that Benkei seemed to enjoy giving her piggyback and shoulder rides as much as she did!

Wakasa is her mother figure. Don't @ me, I will gladly die on that hill!

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She collects cool rocks, and gets a bit too excited about them, and wants to show them to everybody! She will talk the ear off of anyone willing to listen.

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She is very easily excitable, and can talk a bit too loud sometimes. (Another reason why Haru dislikes loud people.)

‌She's incredibly loyal, and mega protective of her friends and loved ones (that much is canon). But she also believes it's her duty to protect all girls and women, and if sees any girl in any kind of distress, she will step in to help. She's like a public service friend! However, she has trouble making actual friends, cause she's shy and socially awkward, believing that people will hate her, even though she doesn't give off that impression.

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She hates conflict with a passion, and wants everyone to get along with each other (my poor traumatized baby 💔)! Her views can be a bit too naïve sometimes, but that's just because she has a heart of gold!

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Her favorite pastime as a kid was climbing up the trees, to spite Takeomi and tease Haru because he couldn't do it/was too afraid.

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She has the absolute best, most flawless, impeccable, mind-blowing fashion sense EVER, that puts to shame Koko, Inupi, Mitsuya, Ran, and Izana combined! But she doesn't bring out her best game until adulthood, when she realizes that fashion is not just a "typically feminine" hobby, that gender stereotypes are trash anyway, and flips off Takeomi for his warped, outdated ideas!

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Speaking of which, she most definitely went through a gender identity crisis in adolescence, but she eventually grew out of it and found herself as she healed from her toxic upbringing.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers manga #senju #senju kawaragi #kawaragi senju #senju akashi #akashi senju #brahman #tokrev brahman #tokrev battle of 3 deities #akashi siblings #haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #imaushi wakasa #arashi keizou #waka and benkei

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

HEY EEL (i got the ask so im here ...) kinda silly but like.. personal hesdcanon for david is that he loves trains. yeah kinda autistic stereotype but idc!!! his favorite is the 999 (ny central and hudson river railroad no. 999) i think!! and he definitely fantasizes about riding the transsib... OKAY BUT i digress. the art request. david jacobs and trains combined. in whatever way you want. conductor david or david at a train station or . literally anything:3

ok so thank thank thank for the request

but i swear when i read the sentence 'david jacobs and trains combined' this image came to me so freakin clearly that i just

when i tell you i was crying while photoshopping this💀

ok but for the actual request :)

ok so after he ages out of being a newsie, in a perfect world he would marry jack and they'd stay in new york and adopt like three children and live three apartments down from race and spot

but in this world :)

jack actually leaves for santa fe, and boots becomes leader of the lower manhattan newsies (fight me they shouldve put boots in livesies i love him so much) and davey gets a degree in engineering somehow and becomes a train conductor.

four years later, jack realises that the thing he thought was santa fe that he was longing for was a fantasy, and decides to go back to new york.

that morning, davey looks at his work schedule and feels his throat close up as he sees "NYC -> SF: ROUND TRIP" on the board. he had been wishing for four straight (haha straight def not lmao) years that he would meet jack on that train back home, and for four straight years he was dissapointed every single time. maybe this time, he thinks, putting no real hope in it.

the trip there is uneventful, some toddler spills water but that's to be expected, he's still a kid. david remembers when les was still that age. giggling at anything his siblings did, clinging like a lamprey to his mothers skirts.

as they pull into the station in sunny santa fe, davey breathes in the clean light air, a harsh contrast from the pollution of new york. the sun glares into his eyes as he gazes out over the russet hills and golden grasses swaying in the breeze, and sometimes he thinks he gets why jack wanted to come here so bad.

out there, there's no one to tell him what to do. out there, the sky seems to swallow him up and make him feel like his mistakes aren't so devastating.

out there, he's free.

he pays no attention to the passengers boarding; he never does. they're just trying to get through their day, just like him. as the engines hiss underneath him and the wheels start to turn with a jolt, he starts down the aisles and asks for tickets, stamping each one and handing it back to the passenger, making eye contact with no one.

in the last car, the window car, he makes it to the last row. "ticket please, s-" he looks up to make eye contact for the first time at the sight of a familiar satchel, considerably more weatherbeaten than when he saw it last, but the same nevertheless.

"jackie?" his voice catches as he meets those cow-like brown eyes, more smile lines and a scruff on his chin, but the same man he had fallen in love with. jack smiles, eyes shining.

"heya, dave." he whispers.

#whoops! sorry not sorry :) #buy one get one free #lmfao anyway<3 #eel gets asks! #newsies #livesies #david jacobs #jack kelly #javid #javey #i still have no clue what the official ship name is #zee's scribbles! #eel draws things!

[atoriv-art]

I’m deeply in love with your artstyle! What do you headcanon for the Naruto characters appearances and how did you come to that?

thank you!! assuming you mean facial features + body types and the like, it's honestly a very "vibes"-based approach AKSDMKM i wrote down a feeew of my thoughts in [ this post ] (which i doodled as i was still not done watching naruto LMAO) but it's mostly about like.. picking aspects of the character that jump out to me and thinking about how to incorporate that in my interpretation of them, a lot of the time it's their eyes (for example i Adore itachi's stupid prettyboy eyelashes so i knew i wanted to draw those) but it could be just about anything; some examples of my beloved Guys:

with itachi i wanted a 'ghostly' kind of look to him because he is very aloof and distant, i also like having him be Long and Bony for a lack of a better word for the same reason?

with sasuke i wanted a very sweet and earnest "trying to look tough but failing because he's a little guy" vibe, mostly because those are the thoughts that were going thru my brain in any given sasuke scene in our naruto watch

for kakashi i needed his prettyboy charms coupled with his depressed everything

etc! it's hard to convey how/why something comes off a certain way, and that's mostly because imo any given appearance can be used to convey any sort of idea depending on execution! it's not Just "round = friendly and triangle = angry" yk you gotta like. flavor it for the lack of a better word

i'll put the rest under a read more so it's not too long ^^

for more general examples here's my kabuto (yeah i'm a kabuto liker. woe.), konan and nagato

kabuto (esp. in shippuden) has sharper features and i also wanted to go with a face type i'm not AS used to drawing for funsies, i also think the Angles contrast well with his (...stupid...) glasses.

kabuto is an adult but he's still very young esp when we first meet him so when drawing his younger self i'd like to put emphasis on that (especially because he presents himself as friendly), thus the slightly rounder features. by contrast in shippuden he's Going Through Some Things so the spikes in his hair are emphasized and he looks a bit more mature

konan for me sticks out as like, "bold"? not aggressive but very intense if that makes any sense, she's a very serious person and you can tell from the moment you see her, nagato ofc has the rinnegan so his eyes have to be the main feature of his face, and similar to itachi he has a thinner body type... what i wanted with him was similarly a very serious person with a lot of edge to his gaze due to his special dojutsu. and finally on a more subjective level i wanted them to look like they match/belong together because i'm very normal about them ♥

i also enjoy conveying character through how hair is maintained, so for nagato he lets his hair grow kind of however it wants to, konan is more meticulous about hers (tho i forgot to draw her bun in that LOL), and kabuto (given when his design transitions to the shorter hair) i very much picture cutting his in a moment of crisis (pictured below. <3)

there's also always like.. the Fullness of the hair if it makes sense, i enjoy drawing 'fluffier' stereotypical anime hairstyles a lot but i also really like having people like itachi with finer hair and such, i also think varying that between characters gives each a more unique charm :)

one should also note that a lot of the times the physical features are only half the impression, the other half is how they carry themselves and body language conscious And subconscious!

i think in general studying from life will never lead you wrong (even if your style isn't 'realistic', like, mine certainly has anime leanings), and being mindful of what kind of choice/feature you give someone and what you think that implies about them is always important :) the characters i draw are all characters i like so i try to let whatever makes me fond about them have an influence ^^

it's a constant learning process imo i personally find that even if i like how i draw faces Now i often find them wonky like, 6 months later? but i take that less to mean that i drew them Bad and more to mean i've improved lol

#posting this one separately bc its lomg. #asks #not art