#all the cool kids are doing this fancy text stuff

[mikalame]

Date me... please

'yes tom ill be down there in like 5 minutes, just let me finish my make up okay' you type into your phone. Tom was BLOWING it up nervous about the whole ordeal,

Ever since you had asked for his number he was texting you ever miniute, of every hour all day long, you found it quite cute tho, for him to be thinking of you that much, it made you kick your feet like a little school girl.

You rush down the stairs, quickly grabbing your heels as you hop to put them on, you look at your self in the hallway mirror, flatting your dress and making sure your lipstick wouldn't smudge you open the door.

Seeing Tom right there was a bit of a shock but it still made you blush, he had his phone in his hand 'he was probably going to text me to see how much longer i would be' you think.

Tom fumbles to put his phone in his dark jean pants, lifting his black and red top, that unknowing matched well with the little dress you had on aswell.

"___, you look.... stunning" he mumbles his eyes tracing over every inch of you outfit, "why thank you tom, you dress up nice as well" you giggle adjusting your handbag.

Tom takes you hand and escorts you to his car, as he hops in the drivers side, starting the car he exsplains about what you two would be doing for the night.

"So what i was thinking was that we go walk around the park and visit the arcarde store, then we can go to restaurant, how does that sound" looking at you before eyes flicking back to the road.

"Arcade store?" you ask "Yeah i mean we could do somthing else it just kinda what i thought in the moment you know" his words faluter as he speaks, his eyes pinned to the road wondering if you thought i was a stupid idea.

"No i think it will be fun, i havent been to an arcade store in years, oooo i wonder if they still have donkey kong, i LOVED that game when i was younger" you rant, you start telling tom all the games you loved as a kid getting side tracked if one had a specific memory you remembered.

By the time your finished your at the park, you can see the neon lights to the store from here, you look down at your outfit now feeling like you dressed up a bit much for an arcade store.

"Hey ___ its kinda chilly do ya want my jacket" Tom asks seeing you look at the outfit your wearing, "hmm oh yeah please tom, thank you" you mutter as you shrug it on.

As you two walk to enjoy the evening light and the nice cool breeze washing over your selfs, you stop and take a small amount of time to stop and watch the family of swans wading through the water.

Once getting to the arcade store after you dared tom to a game of how could get there faster tom only winning because you had a hard time running with heels on, but that didnt stop tom from bragging for the next 5 minutes.

The first game you visited was... donkey Kong of course after you two had got the pass you practically DRAGGED him over there holding on to his hand, playing a few rounds then moving to a game tom wanted to play, then switching back and fourth between games you or him wanted to play.

Walking back to the car goodies in hand you tried to stuff the majortiy of what you one in you handbag but that didn't really hold much, tom had decided to just use his top as a bag and place all his goodies inside, shortly followed by you placing your goods with his, tom held the rest of his top close to him so they didnt fall out.

Tom chucked all the treats onto the dash before speeding off to the restaurant, cracking jokes, and eating a few of the lollies you won.

Once arriving tom opens your door, holding it like you were some queen or something, before placing your hand in his walking to the big glass double doors.

You to get escorted to your reserved table and get handed these wood print menus with 4 different panels showing you the drinks, the food and the deserts, the majority of them had super fancy names that you and tom tried to pronounce to each other but failed miserably.

While waiting for you food to arrive you and tom were given your chosen drink of coke in a nice tall cold glass with a fancy little straw with a lemon on the side, tom decided to challenge you with a contest of who could stay the most calm while eating the slice of lemon.

Half way through your little contest you food had arrived, they had seen you and tom trying to keep your composure then freeze and turn slowly to face the poor waiter who had both of your food in hand.

Once she left you two busted out laughing, "The look on the poor ladys face ahahha" tom chuckles wiping a fake tear from his eye "i know that was so stupid tom" you giggle before taking your first bite of food.

When you both had finished tom went up to pay talking bout how he has to because hes just manly like that, but stumbling when his pants got caught on his shoe making him trip a bit.

You walk to the car with tom he was showing you how many of the free mints he got while paying he seemed very proud of this saying how you could have to but not anymore because you 'didnt help get this'.

You two sit in the car remisising about the night laughing at the race you didnt win, tom getting mad saying the arcade game scammed him and how he wanted hi money back, the face on the lady when she saw your little competition at dinner and when you guys had so much lollies they were dropping out all over the place.

The drive back to your home was calm, no awkwardness around just tom and you enjoying eachothers company, his hand placed on your inner thigh only moving when he has to change gears but putting his hand back before the area could even get cold again.

Toms car pulls up to your home opening your door just like he did at the restaurant walking you to your door. "Oh wait i forgot somthing" he says running back to his car, grabbing somthing beofre running back to you.

"Here, i remember you saying how these were you favorite flower, so i got some for you, i didnt give them to you before cause i forgot" he laughs running the back of his neck before holding them out for you.

"Wow tom these are beautiful im so glad you remembered i liked these" you say smelling the sweetness waft off the flower "i had a really great night tonight tom" you whisper you eyes flicking from his brown eyes to his pierced lip.

Tom caught on knowing what you wanted as well he whispers back to you "I had a great night aswell ___ i hope to do this again" taking his hand out holding you jawline and slowing bringing you in for a kiss.

You felt as if you were in a movie the porch light shining down on you, tom hand on your jaw, you and around his neck, it made you feel amazing like you were on cloud-9.

Your lips separating and you pull in air to your lungs you look at tom again before wishing him a goodnight kissing his cheek and closing the door softly behind your self.

Tom looks back at where you were standing just progressing the fact you kissed his back, he walks back to his car he looks at the lollies on the dash eating one of the blue ones a small smile on his lips,

ready to spill all of this to the band when he gets back he cant wait for you next date.

HEYYY GUYS sorry this took awhile and its quite long to read but i hope you all enjoyed, wasnt going to make a PT2 but so many of you liked the first one so here you gooo

taglist @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley@saumspam@adissonsss

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines

[antisociallilbrat]

Losers Hc's

I have so many personal Loser Hc's that just live in my head and I just want to share them. I wanna put them somewhere so I'm putting them here. Some hints of Poly Losers

Ben

He has a peanut allergy, idk why, it's the vibes

Until he met Bev his wardrobe consisted of nerdy t-shirts with awful puns. You know what I'm talking about.

Secretly loves Twilight (him and Richie watch it together)

His favorite drink is lemonade, iykyk

Keeps fish! Like really big aquarium set ups and he actually designs some of the decor. Can't keep any aquarium plants alive tho

Mike

loves the smell of cashmere and just collects candles in general

I've mentioned picnics with him before (the ones he takes with Bev and Eddie) but he also likes to make little finger sandwiches and wears fancy sun hats on said picnics

hates the taste of olives, my man is anti olives

bringing this up again, but he had a stuff tigger as a kid and when he's an adult he keeps it in a shadow box

also he's a bit of a technophobe, he had a flip phone until the Losers literally made him upgrade, it was difficult for group texts

Eddie

red shorts this, red shorts that, consider him wearing overalls! He has a whole collection for every kind of weather and they're adorble

not much of a gamer but went through a really intense minecraft stage, the other losers refused to play with him

he loves traveling. Sonia never allowed him to go anywhere so as an adult he goes everywhere. Constantly taking trips and planning the next place to explore. Also he tries to travel with the Losers if they're going somewhere for work. Richie to L.A., Bill to London, Bev to Italy for fashion shows

secret huge ya novels nerd (don't tell Bill)

he's really into fancy coffee. Has an espresso machine in the kitchen and tries to make little designs in the foam and is constantly watching aesthetic coffee videos

Richie

pretends to like horror movies but is actually baby, he covers his eyes the whole time

He owned a ferret, his name was Todd. Eddie and Stan pretended to hate it but the creature grew on them

allergic to cats, cue the ferret, his skin will break out in hives if he's near one, but he doesn't care. He will pet that cat and the others Losers have to stop him

LOVES Futurama, he has a tattoo of Bender on his ass

Actually enjoys doing yard work. His mind is constantly going but when he's doing yard work, running the weed wacker or the lawn mowers, he can't hear himself think. Or if he's raking leaves or cutting bushes, his mind is too zeroed in on his task. It's strangely therapeutic for him

Bill

constantly has ink on his hands, from drawing or his typewriter, it's always there

had adult braces, IK I've said this before but I'm very passionate about 20 year old something Bill with a full set of braces. Yes I had adult braces too, why do you ask?

Sticks his tongue out when he's really focused on something and gets a wrinkle between his brows

he is dumbest smart person you will ever meet. He is an idiot. Everyone thinks he's supposed to be smart bc he's a best selling author but no, this man will try to pry something open with a knife with his face too close to said knife. He has no self preservation instincts, it's only bc of the Losers he's made it this far

has a weird obsession with Cherry Coke

Bev

again, i've said this before, but Bev always wanted a pet and she can't give the emotional care a cat, dog, rat, ect needs so she keeps reptiles. They're really cool and besides their basic care, they don't need anything else from Bev, they're perfectly content to be watched by her on the other side of the tank

speaking of that, her favorite reptile are geckos and she's actually based a couple her designs on their patterns

went through a phase where all she did was play the Sims. She was obsessed. The losers would go to bed while she was playing and wake up and she was still playing it. Yes this overlapped with Eddie's minecraft phase.

believes in Bigfoot. Like for real.

complete roller coaster fanatic, loves going to amusement parks to ride the most extreme roller coasters

Stan

has a deep passion for the Law & Order shows, they're his guilty pleasures

had a mental breakdown in his twenties and dyed his hair blue. The others losers where surprised and yes Stan regretted it. It was Impossible to get out and he basically just had to grow it out

believe it or not he is a horrible driver. He insists he's a great driver but the other losers refuse to ride with him. He doesn't get it. It's not like he's hit multiple curbs and gets massive road rage

he is constantly cold, over half the sweaters in the house belong to him and he's always under the blanket when watching tv. His cuddles are rare but during winter with no hesitation he will snuggle up under the human space heaters (Richie, Ben, and Mike)

he gardens! Has a rose garden out front with a bird bath and feeder. hates dirt though so when he's out there he has gloves and a little garden apron on

I have more too

#I JUST HAD TO PUT THEM SOMEWHERE #they're things that live in my head about the Losers #it 2017 #it 2019 #bill denbrough #stanley uris #richie tozier #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrack #poly losers club #poly losers headcanons #polylosers

[aprillikesthings]

Starting this fall I'm doing a four-year long class called Education for Ministry, which despite the name is not about becoming a minister. It *is* some of the same material covered in first-year seminary, but it's aimed at "laypeople" (aka not clergy) and isn't graded or anything. It's also run by an Episcopal seminary but it's not restricted to us--my group has a Methodist in it, and I think one other person who is "mainline" but not Episcopal.

Anyway. It involves a ton of reading from multiple books per week, and then getting together in a group (mine is on zoom, most are in person) once a week to talk about the reading and respond to conversation prompts.

And I need to decide (soon) if I want to use paper books vs ebooks. And whether I want to take notes on the texts via sticky notes or a notebook or in the books; or typing them up. (The notes won't be the kind used for studying for exams; we're encouraged to note when the text makes us Amazed, Bothered, Confused, or Delighted.)

And here's my eternal conundrum:

I know damn well I am more likely to do all the readings if I do them via ebook. I know I'm more likely to keep notes via typing (including highlighting/notes in the ebooks!). Mostly because that means I can do them at work, between phone calls.

But I really really love the aesthetic of paper books, dammit!

Also....wait now that I'm thinking about this. I'm doing it on zoom. It'll be a huge pain in the ass to try to look at the ebooks (which would require me to have amazon's in-browser reader open, I don't have a kindle and it's too small on my phone) while in discussions.

Also if I try one way and it isn't working I can just switch to a different way.

See this is why I write out things like this. I always somehow end up making the decision as I write/type.

Anyway I've managed to keep a paper planner/journal for most of the last three and a half years (no, really) in part by making the aesthetics cater to my very specific tastes (erasable gel pens with small nibs in a rainbow of colors, erasable highlighters with same, fuck-tons of washi tape and stickers, fancy notebook paper). So I might be okay re: EfM.

The first year has the most reading because we do the entire old testament. Second year is new testament, third year is church history, fourth year is theology and learning about other faiths. All four years are in the same group. I can (if I want) drop out and join back up next year, or drop my group and join another one at any point, because the material is standardized. So that's cool. The program is fifty years old now, which is amazing; but also it means they've had a lot of time to figure out how best to do this sort of thing.

ANYWAY there's a couple times per year everyone (no matter which year they're in) reads the same book, and this year one of them is James Cone's The Cross and the Lynching Tree, and Beyond A Binary God: A Theology for Trans Allies by Tara Soughers.

My other books this year (other than a study bible--and I already own a doorstopper of an NRSV Oxford Study Bible, with all the maps and translation notes and footnotes on cultural stuff, though I'll have access to one online as well) are A Short Introduction to the Hebrew Bible (third edition) and The Hebrew Bible: Feminist and Intersectional Perspectives.

I'm nerdy enough that all those book titles are making me just :D :D :D

ANYWAY if you really want to nerd out on this shit for some reason, most of last year's manual/guide is here, in pdf form

(I was side-eyeing the trans theology book a tad because it's written by a cis woman with a trans kid, but in reviews people point out it's entirely aimed at allies, not transgender people. Because while there are absolutely transgender people in our churches!, they've often already figured this shit out, and it's The Rest of Us who need to get with the program, so to speak. I just hope I'm not The Token Gay (who knows a ton of trans people) but knowing the Episcopal church...probably not gonna be the only queer lol.)

#my life #the episcopal church #christianity #efm

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Do Your "Grrr, We're Intelligence" Thing (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part Ten of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Pre-Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes

Warnings: A man gets aggressive with Bex at a club (off-screen) and it is dealt with. Also, Jay is having a hard time.

A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. This story has not only an OC character, but some quirky elements which may or may not be everyone's jam. Just FYI. Updates will be slow coming as I pick away at them during breaks from work. I couldn't take a full break from this though - I'm too excited to write it so I made working on this series my reward for when I get stuff done, lol

Chapter One

Bex

A knock on her door and a cheerful “Wake up, birthday girl!” brought Bex out of the half awake/half asleep fog she’d been floating in.

Oh, right. It was her birthday. The big 2-4.

She fumbled a hand over her side table to grab her phone and blinked at it grumpily as the time came into focus. Why was Will waking her up at the butt crack of dawn on her birthday.

“Come on, Bex!” came another shout at her door. “I made you birthday pancakes!”

Birthday pancakes. She scrambled out of bed. That was worth getting up at any hour for.

Bex stumbled into the kitchen, yawning and wiping the sleep out of her eyes.

“There she is,” Will cheered, setting a plate of pancakes down on the table. “I know it’s early, but I wanted to have a little celebration with you before I head into work since you’re going out tonight.” He held his arms out. “Happy Birthday, Bex!”

She smiled at his efforts and accepted the bear hug. “Thanks, Will. This looks great.” They moved to the table and sat down to dig in.

“So, where are you headed tonight? What clubs are the cool kids hitting these days?” he asked her around a mouthful of pancake.

“I have no idea,” Bex laughed. “I was just informed that Emery and I are to be at Malia and Kira’s for six and that they’re going to ‘fancy me up’ before we go club hopping.”

“You guys stick together when you go out, right?” Will frowned a bit. “You have safety plans and stuff?”

“Yes, Will—”

“I know you’re twenty-four and all that, but Bex, some of the stuff I’ve seen in the ED, I just…I like to make sure, okay?”

“I get it.” Bex nudged at his foot with hers. “Don’t worry. Jay’s been teaching me how to kick ass since I was little and the girls and I always look out for each other when we go out. Promise.”

“Okay, then,” Will smiled at her. “I hope you have an awesome time. Swing by Molly’s if you get bored of dancing it up. Pretty sure everyone’ll be there. I heard Otis and Stella cooked up some kind of Halloween shindig—stop laughing, people say shindig all the time.” He shot her a mock glare. “Anyway, a bunch of us were going to go.”

“In costume?” Bex waggled her eyebrows at him.

“I don’t think they made that a requirement.”

She booed. “I’m going to text Otis and tell him they should. In the spirit of both Halloween and my birthday.”

“Let me know what he says,” Will said, getting up to put his plate in the sink. “If they enforce it, I’ll just wear my scrubs.”

“Boring!”

“Oh, yeah? What are you wearing?” he shot back.

“I actually have no idea,” she confessed. “Malia said she had it covered.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yup. Pray for me.”

“Will do.” He dropped a smooch on top of her head as he walked out of the kitchen. “Have a great day, Bex.”

“Thanks, Will!”

Soon enough he was out the door, leaving Bex alone to ponder what fate awaited her at six pm.

***

“No.” Bex pointed a finger at Malia. “Absolutely not.” She was seated in the living room of Malia and Kira’s apartment, glaring at the costume currently being offered to her. “You have to be joking.”

“I’m totally serious, Bex.” Malia set the costume down with a huff. “Come on. You’ll look so hot. Pleeeease! It goes with our theme.”

“A theme which is super weird when you consider what my brothers do,” Bex scoffed at her. “Can’t we just be cute witches or something?”

“I don’t know…I think these are kind of cute too?” Kira shrugged, modelling her ‘sexy doctor’ outfit that Malia had set her up with. It matched Malia’s ‘sexy nurse’ outfit.

Bex was beginning to understand why Faith had bagged on the night’s festivities.

“Listen, Bex,” Emery leaned in, also ready to go wearing her ‘sexy police officer’ costume. “You need this, okay? You’ve been pining over Mouse for ages. You need to get laid.”

“Emery!” Kira scolded her quietly.

“It’s true! Bex is awesome and she deserves better than waiting around for some guy to get a clue.”

Bex didn’t really feel like taking advice from Emery on what she deserved. And besides, she’d learned during her first year at college that she wasn’t cut out for quick hook-ups. She needed an emotional investment before…getting intimate with someone. A connection.

Emery was right about that fact that it had been a while. But that didn’t mean she was interested in hooking up with the first guy who looked her way at some club.

“Bex, listen,” Malia crouched in front of her. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, okay? I feel like that should go without saying, but I’m saying it anyway.”

Bex nodded. Maybe they could just stay in and have a girls’ movie night…

“But I do think that you could benefit from going out and blowing off some steam,” Malia continued while Kira nodded behind her. “I’m not saying go out and hooking up with someone. Just come out and dance and flirt and maybe get a guy’s number? Or give one yours? I think it could be fun.”

It had been longer than she liked to admit since she’d gone out and let loose and danced with her friends. “Okay, fine,” she said. “But I would really like a different costume.”

“Let’s have some of Emery’s fancy birthday drinks while we finish our make up and see if we can come up with a better idea.”

Three birthday drinks later and the bad idea had become the better idea.

Malia and Emery and Kira cheered when Bex emerged from the bathroom in her outfit.

“You are going to knock them dead, girl.” Malia said, looking her up and down.

Bex pulled at the shorts. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

***

Will sat at the counter at Molly’s talking to Stella and Otis. The Halloween party (no costumes required, thank goodness) was winding down now that it was just after eleven pm. Lots of people with an early shift tomorrow. He should probably head home too.

“Hey, is Bex coming by at all tonight?” Stella asked him, as she worked her way through wiping down the glasses.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Her friends took her out for her birthday so she’s probably still out partying.”

“It’s her birthday?” Stella exclaimed. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? I would have got her something.” She frowned. “I’m still going to get her something. Bex is awesome.” She leaned over the counter toward Will. “Did you know that she welcomed me to 51 with these chocolate eruption cookie things? Best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

Stella stepped back, nodding to herself. “Yeah, I’m gonna get her something.”

“She might still stop by,” Will shrugged. “I think she usually spends at least part of her birthday at Molly’s.” Otis nodded in confirmation.

“Night, folks,” Connor said, walking past them toward the door. The three of them gave him a wave before returning to their conversation. Will heard someone come through the door as Connor was leaving, a brief conversation, and then Connor calling out, “Will?”

Otis looked over before Will could turn his head and his jaw dropped. “Baby Herrmann?”

Click here for Chapter Two.

Click here for Chapter Three.

(Here is the link to read Do Your "Grrr, We're Intelligence" Thing on ao3.)

#chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #one chicago #christopher herrmann #jay halstead #will halstead #halstead brothers #oc character #rebecca 'bex' herrmann #halstead sister #sibling bonding #found family #team as family #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #alternate universe #not canon #not beta read #my first fanfic series #A Herrmann/Halstead Production

[moonspower]

🔥🔥 clear ur throat

✨ @guttersniper. meme. still accepting!

🔥 hell nah at them psas that are like: reblog this if ur a shy untalented potato that's too scared and anxious to approach mutuals because theyre cooler.

there's nothing cute about that. and there's nothing cute about being an adult and being like that. stop it. the minute u pull that outta ur ass i already kno u aint shit as a writer for real. there's nothing cute about putting yourself down constantly and then praising everyone else

and im not talking about people who get insecure sometimes and need some reassurance because tbh we're our own worst critics and its ok to not feel good at ur own creation or ur groove. that's fine.

what im talking about is just a constant, unnecessary flood of self-flagellation that. does. not. stop. those little posts from popular resource blogs that do that shit dont help in developing a healthy relationship with urself as a writer. cut. that. shit. out. those blogs are fishing for notes and prey on people's anxieties for ass pats because its not like they dont get enough attention for making shitty ass lyric starters that get a gazillion notes.

you better log on and pretend ur the best thing since god.

if u dont feel that way for real then pretend. ur already logged on pretending to be a fictional person.

🔥 this isnt even unpopular opinions at this point this is just faxx so. there's no problem in doing things within ur skillset that's not big and fancy. like i'll go to a solo chara blog with a google doc and it'll have a huuuuuge template meant for a multi and u will see so much lorem ipsum filler text and at that point u might as well just make a regular tumblr page like /about. it's ok to not blend in with all the cool kids and make it harder for urself. if u rly wanna be like the cool kids, practice that stuff in privacy and then show us all what uve learned.

#🌙 OOC! THE CROWN GLITTERS ON AN EARTH SIGN. #guttersniper #/ theres nothing wrong w. just stickin to what ya kno!!!

[bonesandthebees]

theres so much stuff to talk about im getting overwhelmed (/pos) idk what to focus on first and its not even about the chapter itself yet lmao

latin series and chapter titles? oooh cool, more stuff to look into

like "we keep the names bare"? thats metal as fuck

"so it happens" in itself is interesting and very fitting but in latin its just so much more fancy

I love how their official names are different (and unusual), like wilum, nikanna, tomys, alecs

once again you have something special about names and looking back to the series name I have a feeling there will be moments where the choice between formal name and nickname will be important

(the lengths stories in english have to go to show the border between formal/informal addressing /hj, names have a different beat to them but the technique is actually similar

its a bit sad actually, I feel like so many english texts could go bonkers if "thou" and "ye" still existed and didnt get merged into you)

I mean we already saw something similar in the prequel with phil calling wilbur wilum to show importance of the situation

gotta say, the importance of names is always a bit different and never boring and I love it

origins characters and character traits oh my that opens up so many possibilities i love the sound of this

also just the phil we see in the prequel has some "harsh" qualities, setting kids up against each other which fits o!phil much more than c!phil, so many new traits to play with

excited to see how this might change the characters and relationships and stuff (sandduo is bound to be interesting, not that they werent before, but yk)

looking at tags there's no major character death, should I probably not mention that in comments as not to spoil anyone? or spread fake news

there are other tags that sound really fun tho

before reading the summary I havent even realised that we havent heard about tommys role in all this before in neither the prequel nor the snippets we got

hes thirteen and a problem? oh its going to be a blast

cant wait to see the worldbuilding and fashion in this, youve been so excited about it for so long and I havent seen hotd so im ready to be impressed

the latin series title is one I like quite a bit :)) also the only latin chapter title i think we're going to have is the first one (it also translates to 'so it begins' which I just thought was fitting). maybe the last one too to round it out but i dont plan chapter titles ahead of time so we'll see lmao

oh I had such a fun time coming up with the names. I also struggled so fucking hard LMAO. I think Nikanna is my favorite of the names I came up with, although I thought Alecs and Tomys were clever since it's just alternate spellings. also it hasn't been mentioned in text yet, but Sam's full name is Samuel Aswyn and I'm pretty happy with myself for coming up with Aswyn as a surname equivalent for 'awesamdude'

but yeah there's always going to be an element of importance given to names in a fic like this. like, it's one of my favorite tropes to use. it definitely isn't going to have the same weight as names in glass and stars did, but it'll be there for sure.

you get it though. like, we would benefit SO much if we still used thou and ye because we could go insane in the membrane with the way we write interactions between characters. but alas i just have to create convoluted worldbuilding rules about the roles of names to get my point across instead...

yeah I mean stars!phil definitely had elements of o!phil in him, but it'll definitely be more obvious in rose. also, ngl, a huge part of why I decided to throw osmp in the tags was because I just wanted to write o!sneeg. I fucking love o!phil and o!sneeg's dynamic they're so funny together so when I was like "holy shit I could put sneeg in rose" I knew I had to do it

bestie I don't know where you're looking because major character death is 100% in the tags. like, go do a double take it's in the archive warnings.

yeah a part of me wanted to keep tommy's role entirely a secret until his character got introduced in ch 2, but then I realized I couldn't really write a compelling summary without throwing him in somewhere so I had to bite the bullet and ruin the surprise a bit lol. but yeah he's gonna be GREAT

aaaa thank you so much I'm so glad you're excited for this!! I really hope you guys like this journey we're gonna go on

#ask #jiksvokrat #rose ch 1

[trashbinbackyard]

30-40 for any armed asshats and space couple you want

My turn to write about Ivana and Carmina. And and thought about which armed asshats this time but i’m kidding myself, Lucien and Viessa take about 70% of my brain RAM right now and i just gotta ride the wave lest i stop creating altogether lol

30. Do they enjoy dancing?

Ivana doesn’t really do dancing, never been good at it. She would enjey a little slow dance that's more like holding each other and leaning from side to side, if and whenever Carmina wants to

They doooo! They’re both experienced in multiple ballroom dances and you know, living for a millenia can get boring at times so why not hit up every fancy party Lucien invites himself into

31. What’s a perfect date for them?

Go to some very quiet restaurant with good food and wine

Get cultured in a museum/art show/theater, then evnture to some secluded spot overlooking a breathtaking scenery, have some food and wine, and just watch the sunset and the stars

32. How do they comfort each other?

Ivana will straight up ask Carmina what she wants her to do, how to best comfort her in the situation, get her some tea, let her know she can take off her hearing aids and just focus on herself, act as a weighted blanket for her. They’re adults and neurodivergent so just telling and asking what the other wants is the best way to communicate. Ivana would like to be comforted by just letting her vent or letting her take some time off of chores so she can relax

Just be a shoulder to cry and vent on, spend some quiet time together, wash the others hair, small things like that 

33. Who is the big spoon and why?

Ivana is the blanket (sometimes). I dont think theyd sleep spooning but when watching a movie or something i feel like Ivana is the big spoon

Lucien, quoth the ancient texts: “dick hard on the butt, titty in my hand, kiss ya neck, hell. yeah”

34. What’s their favorite nonsexual activity together?

Reading (parallel play style), playing with cats, cooking together

Also reading parallel play style, attending theater, going out in the night to hunt some wrongdoers

35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

Like adults. Text each other on the regular. Carmina can send all the cool bug facts to her, Ivana might even react with an emoji. 

They keep themselves busy, Lucien doing Deanoh’s bidding, hunting down artifacts, lending a hand to some guilds. Viessa seems to have an endless supply of tomes to get through and develop new magic.

36. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Lips, cheek, jaw for Ivana, if getting a bit risquè its cleavage. 

Lips, jaw, hands on Lucien. Corner of her mouth, earlobes and neck on Viessa

37. Have they ever hurt each other on accident?

Yeah, it happens. Ivana might’ve said something inconsiderate. Carmina might’ve ignored something Ivana had asked and other forms of miscommunication.

During the second age, after Vilya went nuts and exploded the entirety of the weave, Viessa’s magic became quite unstable, so she might’ve exploded Lucien a couple of times. Viessa’s gotten a few cuts when Lucien’s been careless with his weapons. 

38. Have they ever hurt each other deliberately?

Nope, neither of them have any time for this juvenile attitude of “oh they aren't acting like i want them to so i’ll do something bad to make them realize. Like no, that's so dumb.

They’ve said some nasty stuff to each other in the beginning. Lucien wasn’t very sympathetic nor comforting to Viessa when all that undead stuff unraveled. And Viessa used to be very frustrated with him and his antics 

39. Who gets hit on the most?

Carmina, bc she is a bombshell, just a quirky one. And Ivana’s aura is so offputting even her coworkers refuse to talk to her if it isn’t absolutely necessary

Lucien, he makes it super easy for anyone to approach him and is more out there than Viessa is. Not that Viessa doesn’t get hit on

40. Who tries to distract the other when they’re trying to do something else?

They respect the other’s space. It’s more “hey when you got a second come look at this”. And I think Carmina would do that a bit more

Lucien, especially when he’s bored, constantly asking Viessa what she’s doing, laying in increasingly weird position on the couch behind her desk, throwing daggers at a wall, etc general nuisance stuff

#very on brand for me to take an entire day basically to write these #oh well #time to grab my treat i've been saving it #im pretty sure i've answe

[nautilusopus]

extremely specific memory that i feel like someone else must have an analogue of somewhere

up until halfway through third grade until i was abruptly pulled out, i went to this pretty ritzy private jewish school attached to a massive community building that also had jewish summer camp, and so when it let out in the summer we’d all just hang out in this huge lobby and buy snapple from the cafe there. 

the lobby was attached to this holocaust remembrance museum, which was also pretty ritzy. there were interactive displays there on touchscreens (and bear in mind, this was first established in like 2004 when that stuff was not widespread OR cheap to set up) that would let you get more in-depth about important military figures, donors, or where other things were in the building. a pretty big chunk of money went into this setup. 

what i figured out pretty fast was that these touchscreen displays were still technically computers running regular-ass windows xp, just with a specialised program running on them, and that they’d have to be connected to the internet to function the way they did. if you could trick the holocaust program into crashing one way or another, or simply get clever with where the mouse was positioned so you could deselect the task or convince it to right-click (there was no keyboard in order to to maintain the illusion that these were specalised displays), you could back out of it and do whatever you wanted

and i was like 11 so what i wanted to do was play line rider.

there were security guards there, of course, but they were intensely focused on the front doors to keep people from trying to shoot up a school full of jews (something that sadly wound up being extremely necessary later on), and they had no reason to monitor us. why would they? there were a few counselors hanging around (also waiting to leave), we didn’t break things, we knew better than to try and climb inside the displays and touch historical artifacts. if a bunch of kids want to crowd around a monitor and be really, really, really into holocaust remembrance for some reason, more power to them!

for about two weeks i was the coolest kid in camp for knowing how to “hack” the boring touchscreen display computers and get not only flash games working, but also this cool new website called “youtube” that had just come out and had all sorts of craaaaaazy videos on it! the computers were slow as hell (they were super cheap prefabs never meant to do more than display text and jpegs), and you had to fight with the mouse the entire time, but unlike school computers these ones didn’t have a website filter on them because presumably nobody anticipated someone hijacking it to (attempt to, remember no keyboard) play fancy pants adventure.

i never got directly caught in the act, but i guess someone else, or perhaps i, must have forgotten to bring the holocaust program back up when they were done. or maybe they decided to look into all the crash reports the computer must have been logging for their low-resource holocaust info widget. either way, one day i came back to find someone stationed by the kiosks and admin permission required to even run the browsers. the moral of this story is cover your goddamn tracks or you’ll ruin it for everyone i guess.

#stuff that happened

[iput-witch-inmyurltofeelvalid]

Marcus Aurelius as just, like, some average and vaguely "street" guy.

Original text from Meditations:

From the gods I received that I had good grandfathers, and parents, a good sister, good masters, good domestics, loving kinsmen, almost all that I have; and that I never through haste and rashness transgressed against any of them, notwithstanding that my disposition was such, as that such a thing (if occasion had been) might very well have been committed by me, but that It was the mercy of the gods, to prevent such a concurring of matters and occasions, as might make me to incur this blame. That I was not long brought up by the concubine of my father; that I preserved the flower of my youth. That I took not upon me to be a man before my time, but rather put it off longer than I needed. That I lived under the government of my lord and father, who would take away from me all pride and vainglory, and reduce me to that conceit and opinion that it was not impossible for a prince to live in the court without a troop of guards and followers, extraordinary apparel, such and such torches and statues, and other like particulars of state and magnificence; but that a man may reduce and contract himself almost to the state of a private man, and yet for all that not to become the more base and remiss in those public matters and affairs, wherein power and authority is requisite. That I have had such a brother, who by his own example might stir me up to think of myself; and by his respect and love, delight and please me. That I have got ingenuous children, and that they were not born distorted, nor with any other natural deformity. That I was no great proficient in the study of rhetoric and poetry, and of other faculties, which perchance I might have dwelt upon, if I had found myself to go on in them with success. That I did by times prefer those, by whom I was brought up, to such places and dignities, which they seemed unto me most to desire; and that I did not put them off with hope and expectation, that (since that they were yet but young) I would do the same hereafter.

De-formalized at max settings:

Yo, straight up, I gotta thank the gods for hooking me up with some solid fam, yo. Like, my grandparents and parents were legit good peeps, my sis was cool, and I had some chill masters and servants. They held me down, fam. I mean, I ain't gonna front, my natural impulses could've gotten me into some mess, but the gods had my back and prevented that from happening. Oh, and shout out to the big man upstairs for not leaving me with my dad's side piece for too long when I was a kid, and for letting me keep my youth intact. I didn't rush into adulthood like a fool, man. I chilled under my old man's rule, who taught me to leave all that fancy power and glory stuff behind. Like, you don't need a ton of bodyguards, fancy clothes, statues, and all that jazz to run things. You can still do your thing on a low-key tip and handle your business. I gotta give props to my brother too, bro. He set a good example for me and showed me some love. And yo, my kids turned out alright, man. No weird deformities or nothing. Solid genes, yo. And hey, I may not have been a genius at rhetoric, poetry, and other fancy stuff, but I ain't gonna trip. If I was good at it, I might've stuck with it, but nah, I moved on. I also took care of the peeps who raised me, hooking them up with the positions they wanted. I didn't just give 'em empty promises for the future. I made it happen, ya know?

#thanks goblin tools

[hellosmartpaper]

How Multimodal Learning Transforms Education?

What is Multi Modal Learning?

Multimodal learning is a fancy term for a simple but revolutionary idea, Using different ways to teach and learn. Instead of just reading textbooks or listening to lectures, multimodal learning brings in a whole range of ways to absorb information. That includes things like pictures, videos, sounds, and interactive stuff that lets you get your hands dirty with learning.

Imagine reading a history lesson that's not just words on a page but comes to life with videos, where you can actually see historical events unfold. Or think about learning science with cool interactive simulations that let you experiment and learn by doing. That's multimodal learning in action.

Information channels or anything that conveys meaning in some way are called modes. Examples include:

Music

Movement

Gestures

Facial expressions

Colors

Pictures

Illustrations

Audio

Speech

Writing and print

Why does multimodal learning matter?

Every student has their own unique way of learning when they come to school. Therefore, the best learning experience should cater to all these different methods.

By using various modes of teaching, multimodal learning ensures that everyone's learning needs are met. For example:

1.Providing both written and spoken content helps those who prefer reading and listening.

2.Using pictures and animations can grab attention.

3.Giving examples can clarify concepts.

Multimodal learning not only supports all students but also enhances their skills. A study by Cisco showed that students who had both text and visuals learned more effectively than those with just text.Unlike the traditional one-way teaching we often imagine in classrooms, multimodal learning proves to be a more successful approach.

Similar results were discovered in a study of students who were learning English as a second language, who employed multimodal learning techniques to improve their writing skills. According to a different survey, most pupils prefer classes that include visual components rather than just text.

Multimodal interactions are the norm. Only employing one way of communication is quite uncommon, therefore educating kids should follow suit. Reading from a textbook as an example, which is one form of instruction, doesn't engage students' minds or get them ready for circumstances they might encounter in the real world.

Learning styles & the importance of critical self-reflection

The idea of learning styles is so widespread that it's often taken for granted. Not many people question this belief, as it's deeply rooted in our education system. Teachers are consistently advised that to be effective educators, they should tailor their teaching to match each student's learning style. Surprisingly, approximately 90% of students believe they have a specific learning style.

However, research challenges the existence of learning styles altogether. This presentation is dedicated to dispelling this myth by presenting research findings. It also delves into why this belief can be problematic and explores the reasons it persists despite the lack of concrete evidence.

In simple words, using different ways to teach helps everyone learn better. Some students like reading, some like watching videos, and others like doing activities. By using all these methods together, we make sure every student understands and enjoys learning. It's like giving everyone their favourite tools to learn. This way, learning becomes fun and easy for everyone!

#Multi Modal learning

[wynterlanding]

RULES & GUIDELINES >>

Welcome to my single muse blog for fandomless original character LANDON B. WYNTER: a photojournalist ( or filmmaker depending on verse choice) featuring various aus. This blog is written by a 25+ mun, known as ash, she/her @ est timezone. Ya gurl is a bi disaster boo here to write & create with other people. Been writing for ages and used to do forum groups. Tumblr is a 5+ year writing experience now. My blog is rated 25+ so any future followers/writing partners must be at least this for me to follow and interact. This space is highly selective & private. Please do not follow if you never plan to reach out or interact. I’m mutuals only so if you unfollow me, I will unfollow you so PLS softblock so we are no longer mutuals if you wish to break. I will hardblock those who do not follow this or anyone I do not want to see in my sphere. It’s nothing personal. I PREFER NOVELLA. I write detailed, continuous stories. Short threads and short back & forth don't do it for me. I lose interest fast.

If you have my fc banned I block for both our comfort & if you interacted at one point & ban my fc that’s a perma blacklist for my comfort. Zero interaction equals me breaking mutuals by softblocking as I’m upfront about being an equal energy roleplayer. I don’t drop threads often but I will if I feel you are no longer interested. I thrive on ooc communication & interactions on my posts. I gladly return the energy. Mains are prioritized with affiliates always being a focal point. Transparency in how I run my blog is important so I stop replying as frequently if: I feel you lost interest, never communicate, ghost in messages & stopped communicating as often, or I just do not get anything back frequently. It’s pretty telling. I will also reply to what I have muse for from now on & most often it’s those who show me equal interaction, replies and ooc. Equal energy means putting forth effort so actions speak louder than words in this rpc.

Read my exclusives linked on my opens first before responding. If you use someone already on there I will ignore the response. For posts: I use small text, a few bolded words in red here and there. I WILL interact with mobile users as I always cut posts anyway. Use gifs, gif icons, static icons it’s cool with me! I can go gifless as well. You don’t need fancy aesthetics I personally just like making them. Format + use whatever you’re comfortable with.

There will be serious topics & darker themes that Landon may cover, investigate & explore as a journalist. He may create & produce darker horror oriented fare in his filmmaker universe. THIS BLOG IS PARTLY A HORROR BLOG. Horror themes will be present so be cautious of this while following. There are a few things I will not write: s.exual a.ssault, r.ape. No cheating / love triangle plots due to Lan’s past toxic relationship. These are triggers for the character and it will honestly not give much in terms to work with. Cross shipping is a big no and if happens I will end the interaction. No interest in heavy kink stuff or abo. Smut will appear only with established ships. I won’t do it for first interactions & we can fade to black, imply, write it out or whatever you prefer. I’m honestly selective in following smut only blogs so if it’s smut only all the time I won’t be following.

I practice reblog & meme karma. If you send me things I will send things. So pls REBLOG FROM THE SOURCE. Keep in mind my inbox is the slowest part of my blog. I much prefer threads / plotting over memes. They tend to sit a while. If you send me a meme for a first interaction & haven’t actually talked to me with ideas it’ll take much longer for me to respond.

Following me over and over will get you a hardblock. I won’t follow back those who write child muses, if all your muses are under 21 (Landon is a grown man so if it’s not one of his ship universe kids no thanks); I will not follow blogs that post a lot of irl politics. I run an rp blog and it’s my hobby escape. Call outs and vaguing will make me unfollow. Keep ooc drama out of my realm please. Due to experiences from now on I will not follow blogs first.

Dms are open to mutuals only. Yes I have discord, no I will not give it out randomly. We have to talk a lot ooc and if we gel + you have genuine interest in writing together then I’ll feel comfortable to. I DO NOT WRITE ON DISCORD so please stop asking.

Straight up I am someone who practices exclusivity with others. It’s a huge preference. I have had to unfollow people for face chasing/collecting or making me feel uncomfortable seeking my muse’s face AFTER we have plotted and/or interacted. So consider this me saying I do not rp with others using my muse’s face. He is part of a bigger universe I have created connected with my side multi @wyntertales reserved for mutuals from this blog only. If you already write with my fc and follow, I probably will not follow you back. It’s nothing personal but I’m good with my current space of writing partners.

Lan will have romantic relationships with female presenting/f/nb muses. Preferably won’t ship under 24 & never below 21. Gifs are dropped on smut threads. Smut is tagged: usfw, usfw tw, suggestive tw, as i whisper in your ear i wanna tear you apart. smut.

Banned thangs. This list is short & I truly ain’t vibin or wanna follow:

Amber Heard Ariana Grande Ezra Miller Gugu Mbatha Raw Ed Westwick Madelyn Cline

others using Penn Badgley (for obvious reasons)

blogs writing celebs as themselves

child muses

personal blogs

rp groups (some have followed before and I don’t know why lol)

#slasher rulez! rules

[timelordthirteen]

~ emery allen

#rumbelle #rumbelleedit #ouatedit #rumplestiltskinedit #bellefrenchedit #fantasyedit #rumplestiltskin #belle french #once upon a time #mine: ouat #my rumbelle #my stuff #my gifs #all the cool kids are doing this fancy text stuff #so yeah

[peejsocks]

bam x f!reader angst

a/n: this is sooo cheesy and silly, i was kind of just fucking around and writing to get inspo for other stuff but i thought it was fun and i did kinda promise bam angst so here it is! there was supposed to be more smut but uhm...you'll see

disclaimers/tags: heavy drinking (which usually doesn't lead to as much fun as you hope irl so avoid that!) ; bam being jealous of johnny and i think that's it! enjoy <3

You're the only one drinking wine and you don't regret it. Since Steve-O is more attracted to alcohol coming from distilleries, when his roomate bought the occasional wine or champagne, it was for fancy events. They never remembered they had it and you always did, stealing a whole bottle for yourself.

Not to sound like a heavy drinker. You only stole a bottle, drinking it from the neck and stumbling through the hallways, when you felt self-destructive and immature. The latest strong motive to ignite that fire for sabotage was Bam 'dumbfuck' Margera. The name itself forces a shiver down your spine, and you take another swig of the comparatively expensive Pinot Grigio.

A love slash hate relationship is the best way you can describe it.

When CKY was getting increasingly more popular, Big Brother magazine wanted a profile on many skater young kids. That said, they just bundled you together in the same weekend for a photoshoot even though you had never met before. The only girl, you clicked well with the guys. Except for Bam.

One of his friends, Ryan, explained that he was just jealous because you were basically the female version of him, meaning you were more likable because you could do all the cool things but had nice hair and tits.

The blonde also let out that you were less prone to crying, another perk.

Ever since, you were associated with the Jackass cast and actually developed somewhat of a connection to them, even Bam. No, especially Bam.

After getting over that ridiculous but on-brand childish reaction, the dark haired boy showered you in attention. Not an idiot, you were apprehensive at first, aware that this was probably just his way to prove himself to his friends. Getting in your pants meant he bested you.

Ironically, the first time you have sex is romantic. There's mood lighting, and a lot of pet names. He could try and tell you he hand't spent time thinking it through, you'd never believe him.

Another surprise is that he doesn't tell anybody. You were sure the second it was done he'd text his hometown buddies about nailing the annoying skater chick. Instead, he asks you out on a real date.

He backs out on it. You don't talk for a while.

Some time later you get a call from Ryan, who claims to have digged your number out of a destroyed old napkin. He asks if you're going to a skateboarding event, you answer that you're not sure since the event holder doesn't promote the women's category at all so you're not that interested. He convinces you to show up by revealing they'd all be shooting for the Jackass movie soon and probably wouldn't have time to hang out later.

Bam and you end up having a quickie on one of the bathrooms at the event. After, he invites you to his hotel room and you ask, facetious, if he's gonna chicken out again. He doesn't, and the sex in his suite is nearly animalistic, the boy's ego clearly wounded.

While waiting for the elevator, you see a redhead stop in front of his door, dressed like she had spent hours getting ready for a fancy dinner. You don't stick around long enough to check if she knocked on the correct door.

Surprisingly, he calls you throughout the Jackass tour. Updating you about the traveling, the stunts and the other guys. You're not sure how to react, so you tell him about what you've been doing too, not wanting to scare him away by not reciprocating his openness.

When he returns, there's silence again. You only know they're back because you're supposed to participate in a campaign for MTV together.

Seeing the boys again was tremendous fun, fucking around backstage like unsupervised children. At some point, Steve-O was giving you a piggy back ride while you covered his eyes and guided him vocally, purposefully knocking shit over and blaming it on the skinny boy. The only one not smiling was Bam, in a perpetual pout, head buried in his laptop.

When things settle down and the MTV crew has to clean up so you can start shooting, you sit next to him. "Hey."

Nothing but a mumbled "Hi" back.

"This doesn't have to be a thing, you know." You push your hair back, out of your face. "No one needs to know, we can just be friends."

He still doesn't look at you, responding with a simple OK. You huff and get up.

The reason why you like him and are this desesperate to keep him in your life is lost to you. He's spoiled, stubborn and bad at communication. He's you. Why would you want another you around?

Probably because he made you feel understood. You shared this very impulsive way to deal with things, sometimes words weren't the best way to communicate what you were feeling and he saw it that way too. That made everything so much easier. And then the unprocessed emotional repression made it so much harder.

You don't know how to tell him you like him, he clearly doesn't know how to tell you he doesn't like you back. Gotta find another way to do it then.

One bottle of wine down, many others to go. Walking out into the roof, your legs feel a little wobbly but it's nice, not the "oh no I'm gonna embarrass myself" level of crisis yet.

Immediately, Johnny spots and calls you to the group you were now so familiar with.

They're all there, staring at you with a knowing look you're missing out on, when the southern man asks, "Do you mind if we kiss?"

"M'sorry?" A hiccup gets in the way of your exasperation. Ryan chuckles and you glare at him.

"There's a challenge. The last couple still kissing wins." He explains through chattering teeth, an idiot to stay out there in the gusty night with no jacket on.

"Wins what?" You ask and he shrugs. "Moral win, then. Cool."

You're about to tell him you'll help find a substitute when you see Bam is actually holding some random girl's hand, probably his pick for the stupid game.

"You know what?" A click of the tongue and you're turning back on your heels, face to face with the ringleader. "How long can it be?"

Nine minutes and forty-seven seconds, is how long you made out with Knoxville. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't nice.

He really committed, leaning in slowly. His hands starting at your hips and then moving up to massage the back of your head, pulling on your hair a few times. So you committed as well, one hand playing with the belt holding his Dickies and the other scratching his neck.

The kiss officially ends when his hands squeeze your ass and you laugh lively, throwing your head back but still hanging off of him.

The rest of the boys whoop and whistle, signaling you had won. Turns out, Bam and the random chick were 3rd place. Ryan and his girlfriend came in second, and since you two looked like you wouldn't stop anytime soon, the gang simply let you keep going for another minute and forty-one seconds.

Not one to shy away from your sexuality, you high-five Johnny, not thinking anything of the situation beyond being awarded the title of winners.

In an uncharacteristic fit of possessiveness, Bam abandons the blonde girl and grabs your hand, leading you downstairs again. If the boys didn't suspect things before, they would have no doubt now. Probably very confused, navigating from one end of the spectrum to another.

"You think it's funny, or something? To use Knoxville?" He's huffing as he tries to open a bunch of doors, probably occupied bedrooms. "Isn't jealousy a little seventh grade?"

"You're the one using the word, not me. Also not me throwing a tantrum." He finally finds an empty suite, pushing the door open and slamming you against it when he shuts it back. "Don't try to play macho, I don't like it."

"You seemed to." His breathing is hot on your face, curls falling on his eyes. "You were all up in Knoxville's mouth, dude. Don't deny it."

You laugh, tipsy. "I'm not denying anything, you saw it right in front of you." That makes his eyes grow darker and your mouth gets dry. "You were holding some other girl's hand, who you then proceedeed to make out with in the challenge just as I did your friend."

"That's the difference, you don't know the girl, Johnny is my friend!"

"Why are we talking like established rules were broken?" You push back on his stance but his face does not move away from yours. "There's no grounds for a discussion if we never even talked about what we were."

"You said you wanted to be friends." He's pointing a finger at your face, the other arm closing in on you against the door.

"No, I said we could be." Both pairs of eyes refuse to look anywhere but right ahead, afraid any movement might reveal a deep desire and therefore declare defeat. "Again, I'm not the one losing my fucking marbles over a stupid make out session. You're interrogating me, even though you're the one who's sleazy hands found another body to grab at faster than I could drink my wine. So why are you puffing in my face like a cartoon?"

You're actually angry now. The balls on this kid to try and make you feel bad for simply kissing somebody when you had absolutely nothing serious going on, thanks to him by the way.

"Bam?" He doesn't move, but his eyes do. To your lips. "See, you can't even articulate a defense. You know what, you're so pathetic, running away scared and then having the audacity to come back with demands. Taking me for some naive skank who, wow, can't fucking resist Bam fucking Margera, big MTV star. Your problem is that I know you're nothing but a babyback bitc-"

Your back hits the door again, Bam's nails digging into the skin of your waist. "Bitch." You clear your throat, eyes darting over the boy's face. An unrecognizable serious look on it.

His right hand comes up, fingers holding both sides of your jaw, palm turned to you. Even slower than Johnny, he leans in.

When your lips meet, it starts sweet. Weirdly, there's a velvety taste of coffee, probably some candy he sucked on before going down that rando's throat.

As his tongue moves in between your parting lips, the hand holding your chin begins sliding down.

First, thumb and index pressing lightly at the top of your neck. He pushes your mouth to open wider, head moving to the side and fingers lifting your face. Tongue doing all the work, meticulous. Then, his hand goes lower, closing around your throat but not squeezing. Keeping you in place, flush to the door.

Too good to be true.

It's his other hand going under your top and scratching up your back that makes you push him away, cutting a moan short halfway through.

"I'm not doing this toxic shit." Unfortunately for you, actual feelings had developed.

You like him, thinking about being his girlfriend and sharing hoodies and breakfast made you swoon like in some Amanda Bynes movie. It's fucking silly, and you're not going to become the ingenuous little girl he was trying to extract out of you. "You should let me go."

"I don't want to." Not my problem, you tell him.

"Go unload your hormones all over that blonde girl. Or down the toilet, same thing." Now you're being juvenile, and it makes you hate yourself. You sigh and run a hand down your face, trying to move past the body trapping you against the door but Bam stops you.

Your back is turned to him, hand on the knob, one of his big hands holding it with you and the other snaking around your stomach. He whispers in your ear, nuzzling your neck, and it makes you shiver. "Why can't this be easy? Why isn't this enough?"

"Because I want you and you want everyone. That is not good enough for me." Actually handing him the truh fills you with hot shame, another telling sign that this whole thing is not good for you. "Tell me right now you're not looking just for fun, and I'll stay."

Silence.

All you want to do is guide his hands down your pants and give in, but instead you grab your remaining dignity and walk out the door. This time you're sticking to your comfort zone.

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pfft who would get attached and suffer this much over that loser? totally not me

ps i called this short lmao sorry

#bam margera x reader #jackass #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfic #steveo #🤷🏻‍♀️

[thebatfamfanatic]

Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

1-

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

2-

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

3-

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

4-

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

5-

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

6-

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

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↳ keigo takami x fem!reader → ❝shiny things❞

summary: hawks has more bird-like tendencies than you initially thought. he likes to present you with odd items as gifts and finally you figure out why word count: 2,406 tags/warnings: fluff, hawks being a bird a/n: uhh i don’t know i love the bird man

sequel “preening”

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Dating Hawks was unusual for a list of reasons. He was a pro hero so that meant he was very busy, in the public eye, and couldn’t tell you everything. Then there was the way Hawks had been raised. After a while of dating, he trusted you enough to open up and tell you about his childhood. It shed a lot of light on the things he did in your relationship. But perhaps the least expected thing was his bird-like habits.

It wasn’t unusual for people with animal-like quirks the show similar traits to said animal. Selkie and Gang Orca came to mind although they looked more like their animal counterparts than Hawks did. Perhaps that was why you didn’t expect it from him.

At first, you thought he was joking. You had been dating for a while enough to know each other well enough to start to develop feelings. Hawks flew in to meet you for a coffee date in between work. The wind-blown hair and charming smile always made your heart skip a beat.

“Look what I found.” He said, his tone of voice sounded like an excited kid. He held out his hand present the shiny blue marble. You glanced up at him wondering if he was joking but he looked happy to present this offering. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings even if you didn’t quite understand.

“Wow, where’d you find this?” You asked taking it and holding it up in the light to examine it.

“I found it on patrol.” He said. “It was shining in the light and caught my eye. Don’t worry I washed it off.” He reassured. That almost made you laugh.

“It’s pretty.” You said. That wasn’t a lie, in its own way it was pretty but you could honestly say you had never met someone over the age of ten present a marble with such excitement.

“It’s for you.” He said with a smile that melted your heart. The sentiment wasn’t lost on you even if you were trying to wrap your head around it.

“Thank you, you’re too sweet.” You told him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The next time that happened you were more prepared for it. It was a perfect day, the sky was clear, and the weather cool. The salty breeze from the ocean filled the air around you as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. The sun was sinking into the horizon leaving a beautiful sunset.

Hawks spotted something, his eyes widening as he let go of your hand and rushed forward. He leaned down picking up something from the ground. Brushing it off he stood and returned to your side.

“Look!” He said in an excited voice holding his open hand up to you. You smiled at the way his wings fluttered in excitement behind him.

“What is it?” You asked putting one hand underneath his as you looked. There was a small shiny green object, it almost looked like a rock.

“It’s a piece of sea glass! It’s normal glass that ends up in the ocean, it takes like fifty years of tumbling around in the water to look like this.” He said. Looking at it, it was pretty. The frosted texture was unique you realized as you picked it up. He closed your hand over it. “Keep it.” He smiled.

You smiled at him sliding the sea glass in your pocket for safekeeping. This wasn’t the last time that he gave you an odd gift with a genuine spirit. You always smiled when he presented the items with pride and excitement, his feathers puffed up.

It was a night that you were spending with Hawks at his fancy apartment when things started to make more sense. You had made him dinner and were enjoying a bottle of wine now.

Hawks wasn’t a drinker but since you met him you had gotten him to like wine. It wasn’t unusual for you to share a bottle. It always amused you the pink tint on his cheeks and how relaxed he got.

The view from Hawks balcony was nice, a perfect city skyline. The love seat there was comfy and so was your position resting against Hawks, one of his winds draped around you keeping you close and protecting you from the cold night. The candles lit around you gave off a dim glow.

You looked at your empty glass and his. As much as you didn’t want to get up you did want more wine so you would have to sacrifice your comfort for a moment.

“Let me get you more.” You said taking his glass in your hand before standing up. He made a noise of complaint at the loss of contact.

“I can get it.” He said. You leaned forward pressing a kiss against his lips, your free hand grazing his cheek.

“Let me, relax here. I’ll be right back.” You said before walking into the apartment. You entered his nice kitchen grabbing the bottle on the counter. There was enough for one glass. You looked at the full bottle on the counter. It wouldn’t hurt to open up another, you could always save the rest if you didn’t finish it.

Opening a drawer you looked for the wine opener. This one had normal utensils in it. The one below it had towels. It was the third drawer down that was odd.

It was full of random items, rocks, stray earrings, buttons, and other odds and ends. It wasn’t your usual junk drawer. All of the items had a certain shine to them. Your mind was immediately pulled to the random things Hawks had presented to you so happily.

You let out a small gasp as it all clicked. He was a bird. Well, not literally but it seemed he shared more traits with the animal than you had originally guessed. Looking at all the items you knew that he cared for them enough to keep them in his house.

A smile met your lips thinking about how excited he always was as he handed you the shiny thing he had found. It was so sweet that he gave them to you instead of keeping it for his own collection. Had he even been keeping anything for himself since he met you?

Your heart felt full as you closed the drawer and looked for the wine opener. Hawks was already so sweet and somehow this odd quirk of his added on to it.

Returning to the balcony you sat down next to him handing him his glass before pulling him in for a deep kiss. Your free hand tangled in his feathers and you could feel him sigh against your lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned pulling back with pink cheeks and a content smirk.

“Nothing, I just really like you.” You smiled.

“Well, I really like you too.” He said before pulling you in for another kiss.

“So I gave her this shiny rock and she was so happy, I love the way she smiles when I give her stuff.” Hawks gushed about you to Mirko often. The rabbit hero was patient in listening to him but would often roll her eyes at how head over heels he was.

“Wait, so you’re telling me the kind of gifts you’ve been giving her are shiny rocks and marbles?” She questioned. “Please don’t tell me you’ve stolen french fries from tourists to give to her.” Hawks gave her a questioning look.

“I always give her the shiny stuff I find now.” He said.

“And she hasn’t dumped you?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Wow, she must really like like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot of girls like shiny things but they usually prefer bracelets, necklaces, rings, or even cars if you’re really trying to spoiler her. Maybe a designer pair of shoes or a purse.” She said thoughtfully. “Most girls would have left by now if they were given shiny debris from their boyfriend.”

Hawks stood there frozen trying to process what she was saying.

“Trust me, I get it, Hawks. The animal tendencies can be strong but you have to recognize them and adjust. Find a way to fill that urge but in a way that your partner will appreciate more.”

“I didn’t even realize it.” Hawks said in a quiet voice. “Oh no she’s probably hated all the stuff I’ve been giving her and has just been nice to me.” He groaned.

Mirko patted him on the shoulder.

“Happens to the best of us. I nibbled on my first crushes sleeve. There are some things you’ll never forget how embarrassing they were.” She sighed, staring off in her memory.

“That’s rough.” Hawks said. “I’m just glad you told me before she got too weirded out. I really like her, I don’t want to ruin it with her.”

“That’s what friends are for to help you with your blind spots.” She explained. “And Hawks, if she stuck around this long I don’t think you’re scaring her off with shiny marbles.” She teased.

Hawks felt so embarrassed. He had no relationship experience. His childhood had not been a normal one, he didn’t go to middle school or high school. He didn’t go on awkward dates or take someone to prom. It was uncharted territory. He never even intended on dating anyone his life was too complicated then he met you and every excuse he had to date someone was out the window.

He had to make it up to you, he had to explain himself but he was trying to figure out the best way to do that. He recalled you telling him a story about earrings that you had really wanted to buy once at a boutique on vacation but you had ended up not buying them for one reason or another. He had made note of that hoping to look for one similar to what you described but hadn’t gotten around to it.

Now was finally his time, surprisingly it wasn’t that hard to find something that matched your description. He hoped it was close enough for you. Hawks texted you asking if he could come over tonight when you were home and you agreed.

After patrol, he picked up your favorite take out and headed over to your place. He landed on the balcony walking in as you told him he could. You sat on the couch wearing a cute pair of sweatpants and a sweater.

“Hey, babe.” You said standing up and walking over to him, greeting him with a kiss.

“Hey, little bird.” He said returning the kiss.

“Is that what I think it is?” You questioned.

“Your favorite.” He smiled. The two of you sat down at the couch opening up the bag of food and digging in.

“What’s the special occasion?” You asked as you finished up your food.

“I wanted to talk.” He answered, immediately he saw you face drop. “Nothing bad, I promise.”

“Oh.” You sighed in relief.

“Actually I wanted to apologize.” He started, his wings looked tense.

“For what?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The gifts I’ve given you, my friend pointed out that they’re weird and not something you should give your girlfriend.

“Hawks-” You tried to interrupt but he continued.

“I’m sorry, it’s just something I’ve done since I was a kid. I see something shiny and I take it, I’ve had a collection forever and I don’t know I never questioned it until Mirko pointed it out. I just would always get so excited when I saw stuff I kept it. When I started dating you I’d see something and I would think this is so pretty I have to share it with her, I don’t want to keep it to myself-”

“Hawks.” You said taking his hand in yours. “Don’t apologize. Look.”

He watched as you leaned to your coffee table grabbing the small box on it and setting it in between the two of you. Opening it he realized it was full of all the things he had given you.

“I’ll admit I was a little confused at first but even then I saw how happy you were and it was so cute. How could I deny or be upset about you giving me something that made you so happy.” You explained, brushing your hand over the piece of sea glass he gave you. “Eventually I figured it out, I saw the drawer at your place and I put it together. Honestly, the fact that you gave me these means far more than expensive jewelry would mean to me.”

Hawks stared at you in disbelief. How had he ever found someone as amazing as you? He fought the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes. You had understood him without him ever having to explain.

“Actually, I just remembered.” You said standing up and moving to your purse by the door. You looked through it for a moment before finding what you were looking for. Sitting down you held your hand out presenting a shiny vintage key. “I saw this today at a little store I stopped at on my break. I don’t know if it will fit into your collection but-”

Before you could even finish your sentence Hawks had nearly tackled you into a kiss. His arms wrapped around you pulling you close as his wings fluttered. He pulled back looking into your eyes.

“I love you.” The words came out before he could stop them. He already felt so much for you but this had pushed it over the edge.

“Keigo, I-I love you too.” You returned not expecting anything that had just happened.

“I got you a gift, a proper gift this time.” He said reaching into his pocket. “The earrings you talked about, I hope they are close enough to the ones you wanted.”

“Keigo, they’re perfect.” You said pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.”

Hawks was more than just a pretty face and you had seen through that. Getting to know him, the real him, not the person the media presented or the child that had been raised into a weapon, was something you had enjoyed. Not only did you get to know the real Hawks but you had fallen deeply in love with him, bird traits, and all.

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Demonic Pregnancy (But It Makes the MC… Problematic)

Okay, so hear me out. I know the prevailing idea is that a human getting pregnant with a supernatural kid would sap their strength and what not… But what if the opposite happened? So basically, getting pregnant by the brothers would make the MC physically stronger, but more susceptible to their sin… Oh this is going to be fun. 😈

Trigger Warning: Pregnancy

Lucifer

First noticed something was up when the MC came into his office to bring him coffee and casually ripped the door of its hinges… with one hand… by the handle…

He didn’t even have time to be mad about it because he was already frantically texting Diavolo and Barbs that there was something very wrong with the human. They’re not supposed to do that.

Meanwhile MC is in the background marveling at the newly freed door in their hand… They hadn’t even thought about it! Is this what having power is like?? Are they actually dangerous now??? Better not let it go to their head…

*it is totally going to go to their head*

Lucifer learns two things pretty quickly, (1) The human is pregnant with his child and (2) They’ve just been given access to a whole lot of power and they’re mind is set on one thing: Domination.

The next nine months for him are spent practically having to leash the MC or else they’ll go out to pick fights with anything that moves to prove their “superiority”… His brothers and even Diavolo included!

It wouldn’t be so bad if their body wasn’t still very human and very breakable… and also they’re PREGNANT, so please STOP!!

This baby, honestly, could not come fast enough… Good thing demons don’t develop grey hairs… Poor guy…

Mammon

Noticed something was up when they were chatting out at RAD and they dodged a stray ball from Beel. 

They dodged a ball. From Beel. And he throws at, like, Mach 7 speed… And it didn’t even look hard!

… But being the dumbass that he is, he just thought they had gotten a lot better at their magic. It was Lucifer who saw something wasn’t right when the MC was actually holding their own against Mammon and Beel in a race.

Was thrilled by the news at first but then quickly learned that he must have infected them with Greed somehow…

They wouldn’t stop begging for new stuff! Sometimes for him or the baby, but mostly just whatever struck their fancy the second that they saw it.

He’d try to tell them no but then they’d look all sad or whine about hard it was to be pregnant and how they couldn’t do things like tie their shoes or stand for long periods of time or…

(Never mind the fact that they could bench-press Beel if they wanted to, no no, that didn’t matter.)

His nine months were pretty much spent pandering to Lucifer and Levi for more loans to keep his MC happy… and praying they’d snap out of it after the baby finally came because he CANNOT keep paying for their crap…! 😥

Leviathan

MC and Levi playing games in his room and one of their online matches got particularly heated… The MC may or may not be prone to gamer rage, but that night they got so frustrated that they snapped his controller in half like a toothpick…

They were too busy trying to frantically apologize to take notice of their sheer strength, but HE did. And he was thrilled!!

Like, sure, it sucks that he’d have to buy a new controller but that was So. Cool. Their strength was like something out of a shonen!! He was honestly fanboying too hard to question, “Wait a minute, how did they even get that strong??” The MC later went to Lucifer themselves to get it all got sorted out (really Levi was no help whatsoever) and man was he shocked by the news…

Though he was even more shocked by the sudden spike of jealousy that they seemed to exhibit afterward… Like, extreme “You better not leave my sight” level jealousy… 😣

One the one hand, he’s kind of into it because being alone with the MC is all he’s ever wanted!… but on the other hand, dude really wants some space… 

He tolerates the next nine months for three reasons: (1) He does honestly love the MC, (2) Watching them break (other people’s) stuff and fight demons with their bare hands will never stop being cool, and (3) He’s somewhat afraid of what they’d do if he tried to leave so…  😥

Let’s hope the effects are temporary…

Satan

Found out something was wrong when he and the MC went to the park. He saw an old acquaintance of his and left to go say hi but came back to find that the MC had uprooted an entire park bench to squash a nosy lesser demon…

Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, he’d ever read about humans told him that they were capable of that!

Figuring this has some kind of magic origin, he doesn’t bring them to Lucifer but to their resident human sorcerer instead, Solomon…

…and THAT bright idea ended up getting the MC magic tag-along throughout their pregnancy since Solomon wanted to make "a few” observations, the lying bastard… 🙄

Even more unfortunate though, is that the introduction of Wrath into their system also gave the MC an utterly monstrous temper which didn’t help their newfound strength at all…

Poor Satan gets saddled with caring for what amounts to a hair-triggered glass cannon… (though really it’s less protecting them from the world and the world from them 😣).

Needless to say, he’s lost quite a few bookcases over the next several months…

Asmodeus

It was another night with Asmo, so another night out clubbing. He and MC were together for most of the time, but they had left him briefly to get another round of drinks… and somehow got dragging into a straight up brawl in the process.

And they WON…

Asmo brought them right to Lucifer after that. Like, he loves you sweetie, but there were like ten lesser demons there and no way a little human like yourself could pull that off without something being up.

Oh he was overjoyed by the news, but the real test was yet to come… Who would give out first? The Avatar of Lust or a very, very, astronomically horny MC…?

In truth, no one in the House ever wants to talk about what happened for those next nine months ever again… The things they saw… The things they heard… Filthy, filthy things….. 😖

And more broken beds than anyone could care to count…

Let’s just say that they’re all happy the MC was already pregnant, otherwise they’d be dealing with a LOT more demon babies running around… What a hellscape that would be…

Beelzebub

The MC was helping him move some of his weights between rooms. They were only supposed to carry the lighter ones (which really weren’t that light) but they were carrying them so easily that the two got suspicious… They tried to lift one of his heaviest barbells and, to their amazement, they picked it up even easier than he could!

They both just kind of stared at each other for a few seconds before calmly agreeing to go find Lucifer. This probably wasn’t normal…

What pregnancy even was had to be explained to Beel since he doesn’t really understand humans and he only needed one thing confirmed…

So, they’re eating for two now?

And boy did they act like it! The MC’s appetite practically tripled as the months went on and he did his best to keep up for them. He even missed a meal or two for the first time in his life because he was so preoccupied making sure his MC had enough to eat… 😣

Their tastes also got weirder as time went on… At one point they asked for Solomon’s cooking which nearly had him “Nope-ing” out of the relationship right there. He stuck through it to make them happy, but he couldn’t watch them eat it… Even he has his limits, MC… 😟🤢

Wants the baby to come out already if for no other reason than he can finally go back to being the biggest eater of the House again. Having to work around two is a nightmare for everyone…

Belphegor

Would you believe he straight up didn’t know for weeks?

Like, they told him they were pregnant a while ago but all the pregnancy seemed to do was make them really sleepy…

Combine their naps with how often he’s dead to the world and it just never got brought up. 🤷‍♀️

That was until the day it was his turn to vacuum the common room and the MC was resting on the couch…

“MC, can you move? I need to get under there.”

“Hm? Oh, sure. Let me help.”

They then proceeded to get up and lift the couch with one hand like they were Beel or something!

He was, perhaps, slightly miffed that they didn’t think it was necessary to mention they had gotten a butt ton stronger for like a month, but you know…

Belphie has probably the easiest time managing his MC anyway because ALL they want to do is sleep. At most he just has to take on the responsibility to remind them to eat and move around a little.

Lucky bastard always gets off easy… 😖

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