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arieslost · 2 months

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hi! oscar thought (or thot?): osc being super caring and soft during sex cause it's ur first time and he's just reassuring you and praising you the whole time and ur blushing so hard and he loves it 🤭

this genuinely had me giggling and kicking my feet in public omgomg.

18+ CONTENT under the cut, MDNI!

first time | op81

oscar makes such a big deal out of it that you’d think it was his first time, not yours.

you’ve talked about it already, of course, and set a date (at his request, so he could “make it special,” to which you argued that it would already be special because it’ll be with him. the compliment fell on deaf ears). you thought he’d go the traditional route of taking you out on a fancy restaurant type of date, but he just tells you to come over to his place, which you find yourself enjoying much more.

he gets you flowers, cooks you dinner, and brings out a carton of your favorite ice cream for dessert. afterwards, you wash the dishes together. it’s obvious that he’s trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible by keeping up with your usual domestic routine, so you kiss him to show your thanks, and when he goes to pull away you don’t let him.

“we’re not in a rush, honey,” he whispers against your lips when you slip your hands under his shirt.

“i know. i just don’t wait to wait anymore.” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes and lightly running your nails over the ridges of his abs.

“alright, if you’re gonna look at me like that…” he shoots you a playful grin before picking you up and carrying you to his bedroom, kissing you all the while.

your nerves only start to sink in when his fingers hook into your underwear. it doesn’t bother you when he removes your shirt, or your pants, even. but your underwear is the only thing fully separating the two of you, and oscar immediately notices the shift in your demeanor.

“is this okay?” he asks, not moving his hand but leaning forward to kiss you again.

“yeah,” you say quietly, nodding your head.

he watches your expressions like a hawk, gauging every reaction you have to what he’s doing with his fingers. he makes you come embarrassingly quick, but you can’t be too ashamed about it when you see how your physical responses to his actions are affecting him.

“oscar, please,” you reach for his pants, but he stops you.

“not tonight, honey. just wanna make you feel good, yeah?”

“i want you to feel good, too.” you say, feeling your face grow hot.

“don’t worry about me, let me take care of you.” he sheds the rest of his clothes, rolls on a condom, and crawls on top of you, smoothing your hair back from your face and pressing a long kiss to your lips. “if it hurts, tell me and i’ll stop, okay?”

you nod again, unconsciously tensing up when you feel him pressing against your entrance.

“just relax, honey.” oscar whispers, lips moving from your jaw down to the sweet spot on your neck. “hold on to me.”

you put your arms around him and close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his lips against your skin as he starts pushing into you as slow as he possibly can. it’s more of a stretch, but the sting is still there, and you accidentally tense up again.

“sorry,” you breathe out, refusing to meet his eyes when he moves back a little to make sure you’re okay.

“don’t be sorry, you’re doing so well.” he says gently, lifting your chin. “just focus on breathing.”

you follow his instruction, regulating your breathing as he continues to push into you little by little until he’s fully inside you and you let out a sigh.

“feel okay?” he asks.

“mhmm. just- can we stay like this for a minute?” you ask, blushing harder from the awkwardness you’re sure the request is going to cause.

“‘course, honey.” he strokes your cheekbone with his thumb, tilting his head a little as he looks at you. “take as much time as you need. you’re doing so good.”

the praise makes you squirm a little as it goes right to your core and heats your body. oscar takes notice, and the playful grin is back.

“you like when i praise you?”

“maybe,” you mumble, sure your face is redder than a tomato at this point as you turn it away.

“look at me,” he coos, smiling wider when you listen. “that’s a good girl. such pretty eyes.”

“oscar,” you whine, pulling him closer so you can hide your face in his neck.

“pretty eyes, pretty mouth, pretty body,” he continues. “my pretty girl.”

you say his name again, but it comes out like a moan when he moves by accident.

“shit, sorry, baby.” he looks at you with wide eyes. “y’okay?”

“yes, please keep going,” you say, shifting a little to try and get him to move again.

he does, but continues to do it slowly, looking straight into your eyes as he does so.

you let out a little gasp when he begins to pick up his pace and hits a certain spot inside of you. “oh my god, oscar-”

“feel so good, honey. you’re so beautiful, doing so good for me.” he says breathlessly.

you can’t resist when he looks so good on top of you; you kiss him, threading your fingers into his hair. he moans into your mouth when you give his hair an experimental tug, allowing your tongue to meet his.

“oscar,” you say his name again when he hits that spot inside of you again, your jaw falling slack as he starts hitting it over and over again, keeping direct eye contact with you. you try to hold his gaze, but it feels so good that your head falls back against the pillow behind you. his quick reflexes allow him to grab the back of your neck so you don’t hurt yourself, his other hand going next to your head to keep himself upright.

“that’s it, baby,” he says, his lips skating across your collarbones. “you’re amazing, fuck.”

“i’m not even doing anything,” you manage to say, and he stops moving. “what-”

he tightens his hold on your neck, making you pick your head back up so you can look at him.

“look at me. really look at me.”

he looks like he always does: ridiculously attractive. but it’s something more. he’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, hair falling in front of his face, a bit of a rosy tint to his cheeks, and breathing heavily. he looks like a bit of hot mess, really. emphasis on the “hot.” you tell him that.

“i’m a hot mess because of you,” he laughs. “i have the most beautiful girl under me, wrapped around me, and you think you aren’t doing anything? i’m going insane right now, honey. i really don’t think i could be any more turned on than i am right now.”

“really?” you feel yourself blushing, again, at his words.

“really.”

“show me, then.” it’s your turn to give him a playful grin, and he groans.

“oh, i will. not even doing anything,” he mocks you with a scoff, and you don’t even get the chance to argue before he starts moving his hips again, reaching down to wrap your legs around his waist.

“holy shit, holy shit,” you babble, not used to the feeling enough for the sudden pleasure to be expected.

neither of you last much longer afterwards, and when you finally float back down to earth, oscar is there to kiss you and clean you up and wrap you in his arms.

“was that okay?” he whispers when the lights are off and he has you tucked in close to his chest.

“i don’t have anything to compare it to, but i guess it was okay.” he pulls away from you and you can just make out the how dare you look on his face. “i’m messing with you, oz. it was amazing. i love you.”

those three words have him melting back into you and pressing loving kisses to your temple and your nose in no time.

word count: 1,334 (wrote this in like two hours, it got away from me a bit lolz)

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number1jeonginstan · 5 months

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Hiyaaa! Hope you’re doing well:) i was wondering if you could be open to writing a virgin!chan oneshot where youre his best friend who he’s crushing on and he wants to lose his virginity to you? Reader could be a dom so he’s turned on by that lol but he’s also a sensitive subby boy. - anon 🦋

A/N: This is actually the first time I’ve written a sub!reader, so I hope it’s good. Thank you so much for sending in a request and I really hope you liked it, I really enjoyed writing it because it was kinda cute in the beginning, also something about the game night Chan agenda is really my favorite for some reason! Also, welcome to the anon list 🦋

WC: 2.1k (oops!)

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: idol!Chan x idol!(afab)Reader

Warnings: loss of virginity (chan), but not, protected sex (for the first time ever!?!?), blow jobs, aftercare is a must!, subby!Chan

You walked into the dorms for your and Chan’s weekly game night. It was a tradition the two of you made when you two became friends after you first debuted. Your friendship was quite spontaneous, you were walking around the music core backrooms, trying to find your manager and you ran into Chan. You both bonded over your love for anime since he saw that you had a Rukia phone case at the time.

He eventually helped you find your manager, offered you his phone number, and told you to text him if you ever had any questions. You happily took it, not thinking much of it. The first time you texted him was three days after they won an award for their new song.

Chan was taken aback when he first got your text. He thought you were so sweet, offering to take you out to get ice cream to celebrate their win, and you happily obliged. From then on, the two of you have been stuck together like glue, or as much as you can be with your jobs.

One thing you guys made a tradition of was doing a game night. Sometimes it would be with the other members, sometimes it would be just the two of you, it all depended. “Hey, you are finally here!” he beamed, running over and giving you a tight hug.

“I’m only a minute late, you miss me that much?” you giggled. You both went to his room, the other members were back home for vacation, and since Chan’s family was back in Australia, and yours was back in America, you guys couldn’t visit them.

“So, what are we playing tonight?” you asked, sitting on the floor of his room. You always loved Chan’s room, the aesthetics were so nice, not to mention his bed was comfortable. Sometimes you would sleep over, or just take a nap while he worked. You never understood why he worked himself to the bone, but you knew he wanted to express his emotions through his music, and you were never one to stop him.

“I was thinking, Felix got me this game thinking it would be fun,” he said, pulling out a box of Jenga from his stack of board games.

“Wow, Jenga, so original” you rolled your eyes. “It’s not your typical Jenga, it has truth or dare questions”

“Wait, that will be fun, I wanna know all of your secrets Channie,” you said pinching his cheeks. Sure he was older than you, but you loved treating him like he was a baby, it was fun seeing him all flustered.

“Do you want to set it up while I bring us some snacks?” He asked, putting the box on the floor and standing up. “Yeah sure, do you guys still have my favorite chips?” you asked, he simply nodded, heading out of the room as you took the pieces out of the box, stacking them up.

He came back in, holding two bottles of water as well as a bowl of chips. He popped one in his mouth, sitting on the floor facing you. “Okay, you start” you grinned, taking the chip that was in his mouth and eating it.

“Yeah yeah, just don’t cry when you lose” he grinned. You just glared at him, there was no way in hell you would lose.

“What is the most embarrassing moment you’ve had in front of others?” you read out loud, it was your turn and you had yet to lose. “Ummm, I think it’s the time I was changing into an outfit for one of our performances, we don’t know what happened, but I guess my boobs were too big or something because the shirt ripped as soon as I put it on, and it wasn’t like I gained weight or anything because it was loose at the stomach.”

You started laughing at yourself, reminiscing the way your stylist and you were both in shock. What you didn’t see was the blush on Chan’s cheeks and how his ears got a bit red, thinking of how you looked without your shirt on.

Before he could imagine it more, he coughed, taking out another block. “Where is the craziest place you’ve had sex?” you said, looking over the stack to read out the block.

Chan’s voice became an octave higher “How can they ask such a question?” he asked, a bit bewildered. “Come on Channie, you have to answer it!”

“I can’t”

“Why not?” you whined, wanting to know

“I’ve never done it”

“What!” you screamed out loud. Chan just covered his face embarrassed, he didn’t need you to think he was a virgin. “I mean there is nothing wrong with it, but that’s so crazy to me. Like you are obviously a really attractive dude, with a great personality, and you have a great body and smile” you kept rambling on, causing him to blush even more.

“You think I’m handsome?” he asked, a bit perplexed. “Yeah, of course, I mean have you looked at yourself in a mirror? Like you are one of the most attractive dudes I’ve ever met.”

“Can I ask why though?”

“I just came here at a young age, as you know, and I just didn’t find anyone to have sex with” he shrugged, calming down from his previous state of embarrassment. He took a swig of his water as you asked him a question.

“Oh, do you want to have sex with me?” you asked nonchalantly. Chan choked on the water unsure of where your ask was going. “WHAT!” he shouted, not trying to hold back his surprise. “I mean, only if you feel comfortable, I just don’t think you want to die a virgin” you shrugged, taking a sip of your own water.

“Okay, yeah” he whispered. It was at that moment, the atmosphere changed. The air around you had become more sultry as you climbed into his lap, knocking down the Jenga tower in the process. “Oops, guess you were right, I did lose”

Before he could even reply, you captured his lips in a kiss. He groaned in your mouth as you began to slowly grind your hips into his. “Why don’t I take you to the bed?” you asked, pulling by his collar.

He just moaned as his back hit the bed, you began to straddle him, your knees around his hips as you rubbed your clothed pussy on top of his covered cock. “Be a good boy and take off your shirt” you said, kissing his lips again.

He groaned again as he removed his shirt showing off his abs. “Fuck” you groaned, running your finger on them. “I should have asked to do this sooner”

He just whimpered underneath you, feeling overstimulated. It had been weeks since he touched himself. He had never felt this way, he couldn’t fathom what was happening. The feeling of your pussy rubbing on his cock was getting to be too much. “Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in my pants” he moaned out loud.

“Aww baby” you brought your hand to his face, “maybe I want you to.” You grinned, getting off of him and taking off your shirt and the shorts you were wearing. His cheeks blushed red as he saw you in your underwear and bra. The accentuated every single curve and mark on your body and he loved it.

“Be a good boy and lift your hips for me” he simply nodded, allowing you to take off his shorts and boxers. His cock slapped his stomach, the red tip already covered in his pre-cum. He moaned feeling the cool air hitting it. “Wow, you are so big, can’t wait to suck on it”

Chan’s eyes opened in suprise as you took his cock in your hands, slowly sucking at the lip, given it kitten licks “Fuck feels so good” he whined beneath you. You ignored him, going back to sucking cock.

You needed to stimulate yourself as well, so as you kept sucking his cock, you took one of your hands, removing your underwear, and began figering yourself. You continued to suck, adding a finger in at a time, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take his thick cock without stretching yourself out.

He looked down at you, moaning at the sight of you fingering yourself as you continued to take him down your throat. The moans eliciting from his mouth made you wetter, moaning on his cock as your fingers were thrusting faster inside of yourself.

You began to take him deeper, your nose beginning to hit his pubic bone as you bobbed your head up and down. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, and his moans were getting louder. “Fuck feels so good, omg, I think I’m going to cum”

Just before he was going to cum, you took your mouth off his cock with a pop. He whined at the loss of your mouth on his cock. “Please, I was going to cum, why would you do that”

Tears began to form as he felt bottled up, barely being able to take it anymore. “Oh baby boy, don’t cry” you said, wiping the tears off his face. “Just wanna make you cum in my pussy, is that okay?”

He nodded, feeling eager to feel your wet cunt on him. “Baby, do you have a condom” you asked, kissing his lips once again. He nodded, pointing to his dresser, “The second drawer, Han bought me a box as a joke, never thought they would come in use”

“Well tell Han thank you, now go rest your back on the headboard, I want to ride you” He simply nodded, sitting up and pushing his back onto the board, allowing you full access to him.

“You are so beautiful, I’m so excited to have your cock inside of me” you giggled, rolling the condom onto his dick. He moaned at the sight of your small hands wrapping around his throbbing cock. “Fuck” he groaned out loud, causing you to giggle again.

You rested your knees on both sides of his thighs, running his cock in between your slit, allowing your wetness to cover it. Before he could even think, you slammed the entirety of his cock inside of you, moaning at how well he fills you up.

“Oh my god” you moaned out loud, his cock already hitting that one spot inside of you “it’s like your cock was made for my pussy, I don’t think I’m ever going to let you go”

You kissed his lips again, moaning as you began to move up and down on his dick. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, it’s clenching me, I don’t think I can last long” he moaned again, feeling your walls clenching him. It was all becoming too much.

You knew he was close, but you were too, the thought of corrupting Chan was took much for you. You began to move faster on his dick. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, please let me cum” he moaned.

“Don’t you want to be a good baby and let me cum, or are you selfish?” you asked, not stopping your pace. “Rub my clit baby” you said, gliding his fingers down to it, and showing him what pace you wanted it at. You moaned feeling his thick fingers rubbing it as you continued to move on his long cock.

“No, want to be a good boy, want to be such a good boy for you” he moaned again. That was all you needed to cum, your walls spasaming around his dick, your pace didn’t falter, wanting to ride out your high and cause him to cum too “Please let me cum, please I’ve been such a good boy”

“You have haven’t you? Cum baby, cum in my pussy” that was all he needed, you rode out the both of your highs.

As you came down, you rested your head into his chest, feeling over-exerted. “I hope that was a good first time, sorry if I was too rough” you said, kissing his lips again.

“If you want me to go, I totally can” before you even said anything else, he kissed you this time.

“You aren’t going anywhere, you are mine now. We are going to go take a bath and eat whatever you want” You looked at him puzzled, "Was my crush on you not obvious???" You just giggled, "I don't think it was, maybe I need another kiss to reassure me"

He placed another kiss on your lips, this time it was soft and sensual and not lustful like before. He picked you off the bed, took you to the bathroom, and filled up the bathtub with hot water and bubbles.

After it was filled, you both sat in, your back pressed against his chest as he massaged your shoulders. He kissed your shoulder, whispering in your ear “Thank you for the best first time ever, but for this second time, do you think you can be my good girl?”

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dannymayevent · 1 year

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Dannymay 2023

Alright, that was fun, but now it's time for the real calendar!

Welcome everyone to Dannymay 2023, aka a long held tradition in May where creatives challenge themselves with a 31 day calendar of fun prompts!

You can draw, write, create music, make a video, craft something cool, really whatever you want! Crossovers and OC's are allowed, so the sky's the limit!

Whether you just wanna do one prompt or all of them, everyone's welcome to join! This is a fun event first and foremost, so go at your own pace. Once you're done with your creation, post it to Tumblr with the #Dannymay2023 tag so we can see it!

We will have an ao3 collection available under Dannymay 2023, and we also have an event Discord link which can be found at the bottom of our faq.

Click under the readmore for a full list as well as the AUs/Challenges descriptions!

Fantasy AU: Bring all your fantastical favorites into DP!

Backpack

Blizzard

Fractals

10 minutes vs 1 hour: Make a fic/art piece in 10 minutes, and then try to make it again in an hour!

Eclipse

Weapon

Electric Core AU: What if instead of having an "ice core," he has an electrical one?

Ghost Zone

Bones

Underwater

Traditional Media: Electronics don't exist! Time to break out the paper, pencils, pens—whatever you got!

Monster

Seance

Full Hazmat AU: In which Danny went into the portal wearing a real hazmat suit.

Fangs

Temper

Grave

No Control Z/Backspace: Try to make a piece without erasing anything!

Nasty Burger

Shatter

Cryptid AU: Phantom's a bit strange, a bit creepier, doesn't quite look/feel right...

Rogue Gallery

NASA

Blame

Art/Fic Switch: Everyone switches mediums for the day! Artists are now writers, writers are now artists! If you do both, go with your weakest. If you're not an artist/writer, then choose one to try!

Rings

Campfire

Ghost Speak AU: Where all ghosts speak the Language Of The Dead

Post-Reveal

Free Day: Congrats, it's the last day! Choose whatever you want to make for the day!

#danny phantom #dannymay2023 #calendar

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bihansthot · 10 months

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Title: Relax

Rating: Explicit (filth, pure unadulterated filth) Adults only, 18+

Pairing: Bi-Han x f!reader

Summary: After a long day of work you try and alleviate the Grandmaster’s stress.

Author’s Notes: finally I’m able to write something good! Y’all wanted a Bi-Han x f!reader and that’s what y’all got! I felt accomplished after finishing this one so as always likes, comments and reblogs are highly, highly appreciated or gush in my inbox or dms that’s great too! Basically please feed my ego, she’s starving.

You bite your lip and hold back a whimper as you grind your ass salaciously against the cryomancer’s impressive erection. It’s not often Bi-Han lets you be on top but the Grandmaster had had a stressful day of running the Lin Kuei and was in the mood to be a little spoiled.

*****

“Let me take care of you Bi-Han, you look exhausted,” you rub Bi-Han’s impressively well-muscled shoulders in an attempt to try and get his tense body to relax.

He heaves a heavy sigh, one of sheer stress and fatigue as one of his cold hands lays on top of yours, “I, I guess I could be persuaded to take it easy tonight.”

“Oh, taking it easy was not what I had in mind, I just figured you could use a break Polar Bear,” you smile at him suggestively and lead him away from his study back to the main bedroom of the Grandmaster’s chambers.

“Hm, is that so?” The cryomancer chuckles deeply, the sound reverberating in the stone room, the sound shooting straight to your core, filling it with a familiar warmth reserved only for your icy lover.

You lead Bi-Han to the bed you share with the cryomancer and knock him playfully back onto the plush, fur-covered bed. You climb on top of him, straddling his narrow hips and rubbing a hand against his clothed manhood, licking your lips as you feel the outline of his cock through the linen fabric. “Well that’s unusual,” you muse quietly as your fingers trace the edges of his cockhead teasingly.

Bi-Han’s eyes flutter closed and he exhales deeply, “what’s unusual qīn?” The cryomancer lifts his hips slightly trying to get more comfortable on the large bed.

“You’re soft,” you whisper almost as if you were in disbelief as you run your index finger along the underside of his still impressive shaft.

“I’m not hard 24/7 qīn, paperwork doesn’t exactly thrill me,” he chuckles as he runs a hand through your hair casually tucking a strand behind your ear before his grip tightens. “Besides, I think you might have an idea on how to remedy this slight problem,” he gives you a smirk as he forces your head down slightly.

“Oh, I know what’s on your mind, but I have something different planned,” you state before untangling yourself from the cryomancer’s grasp and flopping next to him. “Roll over,” you demand, earning a raised eyebrow for your actions.

Reluctantly Bi-Han obeys and rolls onto his stomach, “ok, now what?” He questions and you can hear the tired annoyance in his deep voice.

“Take off your uniform,” you instruct and straddle him once again waiting for the cryomancer to disrobe.

He grunts in annoyance, “I can’t with you on me, I can’t undo the belt like this, or my gauntlets, or my tabard, or anything really.”

You grumble and roll your eyes as you once again flop dramatically next to the Grandmaster, “ok, ok, why do you wear so many layers in the first place? It’s not like you get cold.”

He shrugs and stands up to begin disrobing, “tradition I suppose? Familiarity? It’s how I was raised to dress, besides the armbands look cool and you know it.”

Your face falls at another one of the Grandmaster’s horrible ice puns, “Bi-Han, no, just no, stop, please, you promised not while we’re being intimate.” You bite your lip before you can chastise him further as his belt and tabard are casually discarded and you're staring at him in his skintight black undershirt, the ebony fabric hugging every curve and bulge of Bi-Han’s beautifully muscled back. You can’t help but sigh contently and think how lucky you were that the cryomancer came into your life.

He tugs at the tight, stubborn shirt until it’s finally off, and he shakes his head as the shirt had pulled his hair loose too. His shoulder-length ebony locks fall messily around the cryomancer’s handsome face as he looks over his shoulders at you, giving you a predatory look.

“Back on the bed Bi-Han,” you order giving him a stern yet playful look as you pat the fluffy furs next to you.

“Tch,” the cryomancer replies before dramatically flinging himself face down on the bed and grunting in the process.

You once again climb astride the well-muscled cryomancer, you move his hair to the side and press a soft, loving kiss to the nape of his strong neck before moving your hands to glide over his tense shoulders. You frown at how hard his shoulders feel under your touch as you start to rub them, you don’t have particularly strong hands, so you don’t know how much relief you can actually bring to the cryomancer, but you know the gesture is appreciated. You hum softly as you work his flesh harder trying to alleviate the built-up stress and tension that came with being Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. He groans deeply as you hit a particularly nasty knot and the vibration of Bi-Han’s contented sigh makes your stomach do little flip flops as his enjoyment has you soaking your panties with desire. It becomes harder and harder to concentrate on the cryomancer but you try not to think about your own desires as your hands glide over his well-defined shoulder blades working your way lower to his lower back. No sooner had you started massaging his lower back Bi-Han let out a noise that caused molten lava to nearly boil over in your already tensed stomach, a soft sound halfway between a moan and a plea and you’re beside yourself with desire hearing him so vulnerable, so needy. “Oh Bi-Han,” you moan softly and can’t help but slowly grind yourself against his perfectly chiseled thighs.

“That feels so good,” he rumbles against the blankets as he buries his face deeper into the sheets to quiet another embarrassing sound, not really aware of the effect he was having on you.

He stretches his arms over his head and you gasp audibly at the way his muscles flex under his movements. You’re struggling between your desire to keep rubbing his beautiful body and jumping him that second, you shake your head rapidly trying to keep your desires at bay as you work your fingers deeper into his cold flesh. You whimper softly and rock your hips back and forth as your hands knead his muscular flesh, “I… I can’t do this anymore Polar Bear, you’re driving me crazy.” You tug his pants down and help flip him over and gasp in awe at the sight of his dripping erection laying against his rock-hard abs. You bite your lip and hold back a whimper as you grind your ass salaciously against the cryomancer’s impressive erection. It’s not often Bi-Han lets you be on top but the Grandmaster had had a stressful day of running the Lin Kuei and was in the mood to be a little spoiled.

He sucks in a breath before slowly licking his lips, “you’re far too clothed qīn,” he starts pawing at your top impatiently.

You don’t make him wait as you throw your top on the floor to join his discarded clothes, you struggle with the clasp of your bra for a moment before you feel his icy hands on your back making quick work of the closure. Your breast bounces free as they’re quickly encased in his cold hands rubbing and squeezing them as he breathes a content little sigh and you laugh softly because no matter how many times Bi-Han played with your breasts he always acted like it was the greatest thing in the world. You let him continue to assume himself with your tits as you peel yourself out of your pants and rub your ass against his cock again as if to remind him there was more to this than just playing with your breasts.

Bi-Han had other plans it seemed though and you gasp as his icy mouth latches itself to your nipple and his tongue deftly swirls around the hardening nub as your hands tangle in his soft strands of hair. His hands move to your hips and he lifts you up to guide his cock to your entrance as he lowers you slowly, letting you adjust to his girth and cold. He nips lightly at your nipple as he teases your dripping cunt with just the tip of his impressive length, holding you in place while you wriggle and whine in his clutches.

“Bi-Han please,” you hiss insistently trying to force your hips to join his, placing your hands on his bulging pecs.

He just hums against your breast as if contemplating your request, he bucks his hips up teasingly fucking you with just the tip. Obviously unaware you were the one who was supposed to be in charge of this little tryst. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t acknowledge your whines or pleas as he licks and sucks his way to your other breast.

You squeal from the cold as your tit is enveloped in his cold mouth, “Bi-Han! Stop teasing and let me fuck you!” You cry out exasperated, your want dripping down the length of Bi-Han’s huge cold cock. He smiles wickedly around your breast, his ice-blue eyes glinting in the candle-lit chambers as he loosens his grip on your hips and lets gravity take over. You cry out as your suddenly full to the brim of the cryomancer’s thick cold cock, you pant and whine as you feel too full as his cock rearranges your insides. “You… you asshole,” you pant and moan as he laughs and the vibrations radiate through your body, you rapidly lick your lips as you steady yourself atop the cryomancer. You take a deep breath to steady yourself and slowly lift your hips as you tentatively start to ride the cryomancer, you flex your thighs as pleasure sings through your body. You keen softly as Bi-Han’s huge cock fills your tight pussy, you lean back so you’re on the heels of your feet as you start to bounce rhythmically on the cryomancer’s cock. “It’s so big,” you whine and Bi-Han is unsure if that’s a compliment or a complaint.

He lets your breast free with a loud pop as he lays back and lets out a pleasured groan, “you’re doing such a good job taking my cock qīn, you look so pretty up there bouncing up and down on my cock. I know it’s a lot, but you’re my good girl, I know you can do it.” He praises encouragingly, eyes fluttering shut as he leans his head back.

You moan loudly at his words not caring for once if the other Lin Kuei can hear you or not, you lean forward and brush his disheveled hair out of his face as you continue to bob and grind on his cock. Your hands grope and scratch at his pecs as you drive his cock deeper and deeper inside your slick cavern, pleasure curls tighter in your stomach as you continue to fuck the cryomancer. Your cries rise in octaves as you find that sweet spot and hurriedly repeat the movement, relishing in the feeling of the cryomancer’s cock brushing against that spot that made you see stars. Your thighs ache and tremble with exertion as you continue to ride him, you pant with pleasure and exhaustion unsure you’ll be able to keep this up much longer.

“Un, good girl, good girl,” Bi-Han groans as he begins to move his hips in time with yours, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. His cold hands find your hips again and grip them tightly as he helps alleviate some of your strain with the support of his strong arms.

“I can’t, I can’t,” you whimper and whine as you keep rocking against his thick cock, trembling in his grasp as you feel your orgasm looming. You breathe heavily, the condensed air coming out in thick puffs due to the cryomancer’s close proximity, “Bi-Han, I’m going to, oh fuck I’m gonna…” you trail off as your head begins to loll to the side. You pant uncontrollably as pleasure jolts through your body like lightning surging through your body as the tight coil in your belly snaps, you practically shriek his name as you bury him as deeply inside yourself as you can. Your tongue falls out of your mouth as your eyes roll into your skull as you tremble atop the cryomancer trying your best to ride your orgasm as you’re consumed with pleasure. You jerk and thrash wildly as your want gushes out around his slick cock dampening his thick, black nest of curls, you can feel every little twitch and pulse of his cock in your blissed-out state and it isn’t enough. “Please, Bi-Han, please Grandmaster, I want to cum again, your cock feels so good, but I can’t move anymore,” you whine and plead with your lover, tears of desperation welling up in your eyes as your so deliciously full of the cryomancer’s perfect cock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Bi-Han reassures you before effortlessly flipping your position so he’s the dominant one. He licks his lips at the sight in front of him as you’re laid bare in front of his icy gaze, “I’ll make you cum so hard you won’t remember your own name.” He rubs your clit as he presses his cock back inside the tight confines of your hot, wet pussy and groans, balls tightening close to his body.

Your body jerks at the sensation and you cry out, “oh please, please,” you continue to beg mindlessly engrossed entirely in the pleasurable sensation. Your back arches as his cold fingers rub tight circles around your clit and his cock continues to onslaught your g-spot, he was so good at this, almost too good, he knew exactly just how to play your body as if it were a fine instrument. You pant his name, a broken litany falling from your parted lips as he continued to thrust into you hard and fast, you could tell the cryomancer was chasing his own orgasm now. Bi-Han’s thrusts became shorter, more erratic, his breath heavy and labored as he continued to plow into you with the vigor of a man who was not half asleep at his desk moments earlier. The bed creaks and groans in protest as you hear the all too familiar sound of slapping flesh on flesh and wet squelching sounds that often accompanies lovemaking. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as you feel the first waves of pleasure descending upon you, “Bi-Han,” you cry and bite your lip trying to keep your cries under control, unsure you could handle Tomas’ uncomfortable glances again. You can no longer keep your cries in though as you let out a loud shout as pleasure floods your body and you’re once again left senseless. Stars burst in front of your tightly closed eyes as your stomach clenches almost in protest at the pleasurable onslaught wrought by Bi-Han’s actions.

His lips are soon on your neck before his sharp teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck easily tearing the delicate flesh as he muffles his cry of satisfaction. His groan turns even more pleasured as the crimson liquid oozes ever so slightly into his mouth, he’s quick to release his bite and lap at the angry crescent mark apologetically.

Your world is in turmoil as you continue to writhe beneath the cryomancer, the pleasure seemingly endless as you feel his release painting your insides a snowy white. You pull his hair subconsciously as you ride out the last bits of pleasure you can, you whine his name pitifully as you pull him in for a sloppy, blood-stained kiss, loving the coppery taste of your blood staining the cryomancer’s cold lips. Your tongues lazily battle for dominance before the cryomancer collapses on top of you and you’re buried under 240-some-odd pounds of solid, freezing-cold muscle. “Polar Bear,” you whine uncomfortably shoving at the unmovable mountain.

“Ugh,” Bi-Han mumbles as he rolls off you, “fuck me.” He breathes softly before pulling you close to his chest.

“I just did,” you chastise him shooting him a look. You shiver and yawn sleepily before pulling one of the thick fur blankets over your naked body doing what you could to preserve your body heat as you curled up to your veritable ice cube.

“Yeah and you did a lovely job, I’m very proud of you,” he yawns loudly and pats your head before stroking it lovingly, his now brown eyes closing contentedly.

“You really should start letting your brothers do some of the work Bi-Han, yes you’re Grandmaster, but you don’t have to do everything alone,” you sigh softly curling up against him. You’re met with light snoring for a response and you sigh and shake your head softly before closing your eyes, trying to ignore the dull ache in between your thighs as you drift off into a pleasant slumber next to the one you loved most.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #og sub zero #bi han x you #bi han x f!reader #bi han x reader #ns/fw #fanfiction #fanfic #ns/ft #writing

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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The ‘Rook is cute’ post reminded me!!! Rook has two surprised faces; one ‘not too surprised,’ which is the one we know, and one ‘oh no’ face, which is VERY similar, but his brow’s furrowed and his lips are pursed! You can see when Deuce and Sebek ask about his family in Halloween or in Book 6 throughout the Last Part. He shows it some other times too!!!

[Referencing this post!]

You’re right!! 👀 *yoinks this ask as an excuse to talk more about R00k and J word*

Rook’s usual surprised expression is on the left (I’ll call this A), and his alternate surprised expression is on the right (I’ll call this B):

Notice that his brows are not visible in A, his mouth is more subtle, and his head appears to be tilted up and slightly back. Of course, he also has his hands up in an exaggerated move; it’s a very playful demonstration of his emotion.

In B, Rook’s brows are pinched mouth is slightly more severe (pursed, as the Anon says), and his head is tilted more down. These are very small differences that you wouldn’t notice unless you were really thinking hard about it or comparing them side-by-side.

Now, here’s my take 🤔 A is the “fake” expression and B is the “real” expression. I wouldn’t say that Rook is a fake person in the traditional sense. By “fake” I mean that he sometimes purposefully exaggerates his displays to control how others perceive him. It’s by no means malicious; Rook most likely just wants to create a certain narrative around himself (similar to how he manipulated his heartbeat to speed up in order to gain Sebek’s trust when Sebek accused him of being a traitor). Likewise, I believe Rook intentionally acts silly so people don’t take him seriously. This would naturally give him an advantage against them, since people would lower their guards around him and more easily play into his hand. Others would be too focused on his ridiculous demeanor to think about how he’s outwitting them (think about the skincare delivery of episode 6 and how Idia reacted to Rook showing up).

I do think, in part, that expression A can also be genuine and heartfelt! Rook’s just a very loving and theatric person; this is just how he expresses himself, whether it’s a front or just natural to him. In the same vein, I also think that expression B is real—and a better look into what actually rattles Rook to his core. He can play off his surprise fine with A, but B is much more uncomfortable and difficult even for him to hide. B most notably appears when Deuce and Sebek start prying about Rook’s family. He gives a very evasive and generalized response, but they keep pressing about it until Trey lies about having seen a ghost nearby. It’s clear that Rook is secretive and doesn’t want to divulge details about what his family does. There is real distress in his face, a violation of his privacy made apparent. It’s times like these when Rook’s truest emotions shine through the happy-go-lucky facade he wears on a daily basis.

We also see a similar (albeit MUCH more subtle) facial change in Jade! On the left is his normal neutral expression, and on the right is his so-called “angry” expression.

The only differences here, as far as I can tell, are the eyes and mouth! Neutral Jade has light reflected in his eyes and a straight mouth whereas angry Jade has dull eyes with no light, as well as a slightly more noticeable frown. Angry Jade’s eyes may also be slightly more narrow. It’s even harder to read Jade because of how well he controls the emotions he portrays to onlookers! He’s cool as ice and probably plotting revenge in the second picture!

dhkswbu;tqfau:-5ae) I really love small character details like this!! It’s like a “spot the difference” game 😂 It really makes sense for their characters while still working within the limitations of the game.

#Jade Leech #Rook Hunt #Rook Hunt thirst #Jade Leech thirst #notes from the writing raven #Trey Clover #Sebek Zigvolt #Idia Shroud #spoilers

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angelbitezzz · 9 days

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SO 👏

I been thinking really hard about how I'll be writing magic for whatever undertale related stuff I write.

If viewed as straightforward, we get an example of magic that could be reasonably tied to every human soul "trait" (more on that later) in undertale proper. Listed as follows:

Cyan magic: Tied to patience, requires targets to stop in order to avoid damage. Many monsters in Snowdin use it, though notably Papyrus, Sans and Asgore have used it

Orange magic: Tied to bravery, requires targets to move in order to avoid damage. Many monsters in Hotland use it, but a notable example would be Asgore as well

Green magic: Tied to kindness, could be reasonably tied to healing magic since healing is often associated with the color green, not to mention the game requires you to touch a green attack on some occasions (such as vegetoid's healing veggies). Plus Undyne and her turning you green, forcing you to stop moving but giving you the opportunity to protect yourself in the process

Blue magic: Tied to Integrity, likely something to do with gravity. Notable example is Papyrus and Sans, though Papyrus only uses it to weigh you down, versus Sans using it to throw you around (or maybe forcibly changing your direction of gravity?)

Yellow Magic: Tied to Justice, seems to be used strictly offensively? Notably, monsters don't use it against you, but Frisk is given the opportunity to use it during the Mettaton fights. However, I believe that the Karma poison damage from Sans's fight is because he's actively using Yellow magic at the time

Purple magic: Tied to perseverance. An oddball magic type, because the only Real example we get of it is during the Muffet fight. And since she's not technically part of the main cast despite having such a unique and notable boss fight, we don't get Much information on her personally to make any real guesses or judgements. And THIS is my sticking point, the thing I think about a lot

Muffet turns your soul purple, and you find yourself only able to move along the webbing that she strings up along the battle screen. You can't stray from the lines, you can only pass from line to line and move along them, until the magic wears off and you can move freely.

I have been thinking of how these magic types can be tied to elements as well, since we see a lot of certain kinds of monsters use certain types. I'll list my thoughts below

Cyan: Ice

Orange: Fire

Blue: Water/Or just straight up. Gravity. I know it's not traditional in a sense but we don't really get much on this one either bear with me

Green: Plant-life

Yellow: Electricity

Purple: And AGAIN I come up blank. Best I could figure? Earth. Rock. Or, conversely, the wind. Air. Something adaptable.

Purple stands out. It's a different sort of "trait" compared to the others, because all the others are straightforward. Anyone can define themselves by their Bravery, or their Kindness, or their sense of Justice, but who is defining themselves by how much they Persevere? Or Persist?

Soul Traits as I write them in TSoT or even Crossbones and Starstruck arent the end all be all of a person. It's simply tied to what chiefly motivates them. If they happen to be a mage, then the magic they use corresponds to that motivation, to that Color of magic. There's no right or wrong trait here, only intent.

Intent is important, intent is what causes you to be able to clear the genocide route so easily! Because the game knows you're going out of your way to grind—in short, you do more damage because you want to do more damage. If you don't want to hurt someone, then it's reflected in your attack. That is why monsters were so vulnerable during the war, because human vitriol made it all the easier for monster populations to be decimated.

Swinging back around to Perseverance: I think this trait—this magic, is completely personal. I think it reflects the user more so than the others because the point is to persevere—to survive. To Get Through This Shit. It's adaptability at its core.

Muffet is in a position where her family is split by the cold of Snowdin, and it seems like her family is extremely important to her, all posturing and threat displays and money hungry persona is masking the fact that she is concerned with and takes care of her own. And they care for her in turn—they do everything she asks, assist in the fight with you and help run her bake sakes, and upon her death you are greeted with a solemn scene of one of them rushing up to drop a flower where she stood and then rushing off again.

Adaptability and survival is important, but the best way to adapt and survive is to lean on others. Find your people, build your village and so on. She's never doing this alone. She knows this and it strengthens her. Her fight wouldn't be nearly as tough if she didn't have her spiders helping with it.

And ideally, a user of purple magic gets that strength from their loved ones. How that magic manifests depends on the person, as I've said before.

Muffet is a spider. She traps you in a web. Subtextually, one could argue that your connections to others are like a web expanding outwards to those that you know.

Angel, my self insert, has the perseverance soul trait. In Crossbones and Starstruck, you've seen her use purple magic once—to force her health to stop depleting. In a physical sense, she stopped the bleeding entirely, if only briefly. Ensuring her continued survival until help arrived. What else she can do with her magic, if anything, remains yet to be seen. But I'll tell you what—

Connections are important. Acknowledging your love for others only strengthens you. Electing to pretend that someone isn't important to you out of misguided fear of being rejected or misunderstood only hurts you, and thus, your magic.

:-)

#undertale #headcanons #the state of things fic #tsot fic #crossbones and starstruck #angel talks #hi ive been thinking about this a lot but im tooo tired to be concise so this is what you get #enjoy

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I know it's early for Christmas, BUT i was thinking that it could be nice to have a story where the core 4 celebrates Christmas a lot earlier because since sam left, tara refused to have anything to do with that holiday and so this is sort of a reapay for all the the christmases she missed

“Sixteenth”

(a little break from whump. happy sunday!)

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“Okay, now smile!”

Sam grinned widely at the camera, squinting a bit as the flash obscured her version. Her baby sister, well, her twenty-one-year-old sister, sat on her lap, beaming at the lens, her eyes twitching a bit.

They had been taking pictures for at least twenty minutes now, Chad dancing around in his stupid fuzzy sweater in the background, Mindy taking the photos. It was their “new tradition,” as Mindy claimed.

She wasn’t stupid. Sam knows that this was an attempt by the twins to give the sisters what they yearned for most: time. So the minute after they got home from their Halloween movie marathon at the Carpenter’s, the twins got to work. Mindy was the mastermind, Chad the muscle. Together, they proposed a plan, Operation Carpenter Christmas!

First was the matching Christmas sweaters, then the stocking-making session, and now the cheesy, 90s-inspired Christmas photo shoot. Tara refused to take solo photos, only allowing herself to be in pictures where she could cling to Sam. Various images of Sam holding Tara like a baby, a Step Brothers homage, and now, Sam holding Tara on her lap on the stool.

It was silly. It was only November sixteenth, for crying out loud. Sam was hardly in the mood for Thanksgiving turkey, much less evergreen trees. But here she was, holding Tara to her lap, smiling at the shaky camerawork of Mindy Meeks-Martin.

Squeezing Tara's shoulder again, Sam leaned in, resting her chin against Tara’s back. “You okay, my sweet girl?” she whispered, her breath tickling the back of her little sister’s neck.

Tara squeaked in response but leaned into Sam’s touch. “I’m okay. Focus, Sam. We haven’t even finished the stool photos.”

Rolling her eyes, Sam pulled back and straightened up.

“Okay, no more chattering ladies. It’s time for gift-giving pictures!” Mindy crowed, Chad clapping enthusiastically in agreement.

Sighing, Sam plastered on a smile. It was only the sixteenth of November. This was ridiculous.

Yet she still smiled with suppressed joy at Tara’s reaction to the photos.

And so what if she bought a tiny picture for her wallet?

It wasn’t Christmas yet.

——

Staring at the scene before her, Sam shook her head. “Nope. I can’t ice skate. This is ridiculous.”

They were at an ice rink, the only one open to the public for free in the city. It was a dinky rink, the lights half on, the music perpetually being eighties pop hits. But Sam couldn’t deny the excitement that fizzled from her sister or how she felt a little bit excited at the prospect of making new memories with Tara.

But ice skating? Come on. She thought she dodged a bullet when she vetoed an ugly sweater-wearing contest, but she underestimated Mindy’s sly smile.

So here she was, staring at a couple of amateur skaters stumbling out on the ice. It was her turn next to make a fool of herself.

Tara rolled her eyes back, tugging at Sam’s hand. “Nuh-uh. We’re gonna go ice skating. Besides, we can’t be worse than Chad, right?” she chirped, giving Sam lethal puppy eyes.

Blowing a piece of hair out of her eyes, Sam groaned. “Fine. Let's go,”

Now if she were to say they were incredible, natural-born skaters, she would be a damn liar. But surprisingly, if they held onto each other just tight enough, they could stay upright. When Tara stumbled to the left, Sam veered right, and so forth. They barely went faster than a snail, yet they did better than the twins.

Chad kept slipping, falling backward onto his ass like a cartoon character. Mindy laughed every time until she fell right on top of him. Sam doesn’t think they even made two laps around the rink before they left.

Sam had to grudgingly admit that this activity was rewarding. Seeing Tara concentrate hard, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, Sam knew what love was. She may not have been good at it or good at staying around to find out what love was, but here, she knew that she craved it like no other drug she had ever ingested.

Discreetly, on one of the rare occasions where Mindy stayed upright for more than two seconds, she took many photos of the sisters skating together.

Her favorite one was Sam falling, taking Tara down with her, the two toppling on one another. She especially adored how Sam checked Tara over for any bruises and kissed her face all over.

Mindy knew her plan was working. She was slowly wiping away all the tears. Tara didn’t have a big sister at Christmas, no matter how much she wrote to Santa or prayed to God. It wouldn’t fix everything, but it damn well would make up for lost time.

November was just as magical as the Christmas season itself.

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After three cups of hot chocolate and about seventeen cookies, Tara was out cold on Sam’s lap, snoring softly. They had just finished the Polar Express, and the ending knocked Chad and Tara out cold.

Mindy was searching through the Christmas movies on the floor, looking for her favorite, It’s a Wonderful Life. Coincidentally, it was Tara’s favorite as well—pretentious little shits.

Looking down, Sam gazed fondly upon her sleeping sister. Tara was snoring quietly, her eyelids fluttering slightly. Her head was firmly in Sam’s lap, her hands wrapped around her big sister’s thighs, anchoring herself to Sam. Though they were both in matching, sweltering flannel pajamas, Tara still held on. It was wondrous how such a precious thing could love Sam despite her flaws.

“I love you, baby. Merry Christmas,” Sam whispered, tucking one of Tara’s wild locks of hair behind her ear.

Sam was startled at the sudden squeal that came from Mindy. The girl was smiling wide with a shit-eating grin. There, Sam realized her mistake.

“Hey. Quiet. She’s sleeping,” Sam shushed, frowning at the noise.

Mindy just shook her head, laughing to herself. “You said Christmas! I knew this would work!” she crowed, pumping a fist of victory in the air.

Shaking her head, Sam flipped off the gleeful girl with her free hand. “Fuck you. It’s still November sixteenth, weirdo,” she hissed.

The girl shrugged. “All the more reason to celebrate. Man, we’re gonna be so ready for the actual holiday!”

Sam snorted, waving the girl off.

Wait.

“There’s more?”

Mindy’s laughter could be heard from thousands of miles away, probably even the North Pole.

Whatever.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #AU: protect my heart #the core four!#christmas on a budget.. ish #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin

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So, Nico Minoru's in Spider-Man Freshman Year... Let's talk about it.

About a year ago, Marvel spilled some details about the upcoming animated Spider-Man series, Spider-Man Freshman Year. There was a lot of discussion about it, what it was, what it wasn't, and whether what it is is better or worse then what people wanted it to be.

A couple weeks ago, a trademark filing indicated that the show was scheduled for Winter 2024. In an era where companies are killing announced and nearly-finished projects, I was honestly thinking the show was on thin ice... but since it seems to still exist, I want to talk about something that I feel has gotten surprisingly little discussion in all the discourse about the show: the inclusion of Nico Minoru, of the Runaways, as Peter Parker's best friend.

Now, from a Peter-centered perspective, I think this choice makes sense in a very specific way? If you flash back to the original 60s Spider-Man comics, which the show seems to be trying to invoke aesthetically from the little we've seen, Peter Parker had a female close friend who was representative of 1960s youth counter-culture: Mary Jane.

The degree to which Stan Lee's own values undercut MJ's counter-culturism is something that people could/do entire academic essays about, but suffice it to say that she was meant to appeal to the zeitgeist of the era and the character's spirit certainly got through to viewers. Like, there is a reason that she the OTP for Peter for so many people, even if Lee at the time had intended to keep the focus on Peter's more traditionally conservative romance with Gwen Stacy.

Nico Minoru slots into this classic pre-MJ-as-the-love-interest MJ role very well, in my opinion at least? In her 2000s comics, she was cast as a edgy goth social outcast who made her own clothes and did her own thing... In her 2010s MCU show, she was cast again as an outcast, but with a certain amount of doomerpilled depression that she outgrows as the show goes on... In the 2020s game Midnight Suns, Nico is still a devoted goth, but also draws from queer youth culture and has a certain semi-ironic peppiness to her (she calls the player "friendo" constantly - she's just like me fr).

So, honestly, I think picking Nico Minoru for Spider-Man's best friend is a really clever move that slots her into this historical role of the foil to Peter Parker - fun choice!

However, from a Nico-centered perspective, I have a lot of questions about what this version of the character will be like practically... The biggest one being: Why is Nico in New York? One of the core concepts of the Runaways as a team is that they are a response to the oft-asked question "Why is New York always under threat? Why are there no superheroes having to save LA?". While the West Coast Avengers do, y'know, exist, the Runaways introduces another answer to this question: Supervillains cannot operate in LA without permission of the Pride, a LA-based supervillain mafia who made a pact with a demon from Limbo and require a cut of all crime committed in the city. The titular Runaways are the children of these villains, who choose to reject their parent's lifestyle and go on the run rather then be complicit in their villainy.

So... How did Nico get in New York and end up enrolling in a New York high school? That's a big change for her and I hope the explanation is satisfying.

Nico and her team also don't usually appear as traditional costumed heroes with secret identities, at least not for prolonged periods of time. They've used several codenames and several costumes, but it's always bit a touch comedic - Nico goes by "Sister Grimm" because they decide they need nicknames to be superheroes as somewhat-cringy-teens while she later uses "The Gloom" partially at the encouragement of her girlfriend, but she's still largely just... Nico. It's worth noting that both Midnight Suns and Marvel Snap break naming conventions to call her by her first/last name instead of an alias - something Snap mostly does with big-deal characters like Jean Grey and Kitty Pryde, with even other characters more known by their real name like Emma Frost and Danielle Moonstar being called by their hero names instead...

So, I'm curious if Nico will be using her powers to fight crime and, if she is, what codename/costume she has... On top of that, I wonder if Peter Parker will know that Nico is a blood witch and if Nico will know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man - or if they mutually uncover that across the events of the series... Doctor Strange is also set to be in this show - will he be a mentor for her as a budding witch, perhaps even more then he is a mentor for Peter? There's a lot of possibilities there too.

Finally, there's the big question of Nico Minoru's queerness. Now, there's basically two lists of Marvel queers - the characters written as queer by the writers and artists at Marvel and the characters Marvel corporate have actually approved as being queer and stamped with a big rainbow stamp of approval. This is what separates your "did a gay kiss once" characters from your "paraded out every June" characters...

Nico is in the latter category and is potentially one of the most corporate-approved queer characters there are. This girl is BISEXUAL and Marvel is uncharacteristically interested in making sure you know it. She got a Pride variant cover kissing her girlfriend when Pearlmutter was still at the company. Her MCU show is full of gay kisses and has not one but TWO fantasy gay wedding sequences (it also got removed from Disney+ earlier this year, funny that).

Now, uh, America Chavez is basically the face of Sapphic Marvel in the comics and her queerness got reduced to a Pride pin in her movie, so I'm not sure if Nico's bisexuality will be acknowledged in the show given that precedent... but I sure hope it does!!! It'd be cute if Karolina pops in too, helping her girlfriend out with whatever antics she gets into... She wasn't in the initial revealed character line-up, but I could also see them waiting to reveal her and hoping to get hype specifically from shippers who haven't thought about the pairing in a few years since the Runaways TV show ended.

ANYWAY. That was a lot of thoughts, but I'm just very curious what's going to happen here... I love Nico and am eager to see her in this show, but it also just feels like such an unconventional choice... to the point where I am apparently thinking about it this hard a year later.

#spiderman freshman year #nico minoru #deanoru #the runaways

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fandomxpreferences · 2 years

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More Hearts Than Mine Part 5

In which you and Jake celebrate Halloween with your family and you get a little insight into his past

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hangman x afab!reader

Word Count: 4.5k

TW: none that I can think of, This is pretty much 4,000 words of pure fluff.

A/N: sorry this took longer than expected to post, it ended up being longer than planned but I love it so much. Please leave any feedback, I literally thrive off it

Jake was never one to celebrate holidays. Growing up, his parents never decorated, baked, or had family traditions. The only time they did anything was for Christmas, and even that was limited to a Christmas tree and a church service.

Yet here he is at your parent's house the night before Halloween decorating sugar cookies with you, your mom, and your sisters. Apparently, it’s something you guys do together every year, along with the annual Halloween party that the whole town shows up to before trick or treating.

It's the first time Jake has ever celebrated the holiday, and he's glad he gets to experience it with you. It's one of the few things he doesn't have a tarnished memory of. It's only been a month since he met your family, and he was surprised you were already going back. Then he remembered this is your family he's talking about. Of course they celebrate every holiday.

Jake has his tongue stuck out, deep in concentration when your mom speaks up. "How did your family celebrate Halloween growing up?" She has a smile on her face, the question innocent. You look up at your boyfriend, curious to hear his answer as well.

He hasn't told you the full extent of just how cold his family is. He figures he's got something good going with you here, so what's the point in bringing up his lonely childhood?

Jake gulps and shrugs his shoulders, returning his focus to the cookie in front of him. "We didn't." He says it so casually but you can hear the underlying hurt and your heart twinges. Your mom shoots you a look and you return it, equally confused.

"Well surely you dressed up and went trick or treating at least?" she presses. Jake shakes his head lightly. "Nope, not once."

Your eyes widen at the revelation. "What?! You've never gone trick or treating?" You say it louder than you mean to and startle Jake. He jumps and icing shoots across the counter.

He gives you a look and you laugh. "Sorry, I'm just surprised. Why didn't you ever go? It's like a core memory of mine. I loved picking out a costume every year. I would start planning months in advance." You smile fondly at the memory but it turns into a frown when Jake answers.

"My parents aren't big on holidays. We never celebrated any, aside from Christmas. Mom would have one of the ranch hands put up a tree for like a week, and then it'd be gone the day after Christmas. We'd go to church to keep up appearances but that's pretty much it." He says it like it's the most normal thing in the world.

You ignore the part about a ranch hand, deciding now isn't the time to start digging into his life history. "Well," you start, walking around the kitchen island to stand in front of Jake. "I guess we're going trick or treating tomorrow."

He laughs and looks up, shock covering his expression when he sees you're serious. "We are not going trick or treating." he tells you, clear disbelief in his voice. You give him a look and he sighs, knowing there's no use in arguing. If you want something, the word no is suddenly missing from your vocabulary.

"We don't have costumes." he reasons, eyes pleading. You cross your arms over your chest, a surefire sign that you are not budging on the matter. "Yes, we do." You tell him with a shrug.

Jake looks at you like you've got three heads. "What?!" He's about to ask why when it suddenly hits him. He narrows his eyes and points his decorating bag at you accusingly. "Tomorrow is a costume party isn't it?"

You launch back with a squeal. "Don't you point that thing at me!" you scold, fighting a smile. He holds it up with both hands as if it's a gun. "Answer my question or I swear to god I will use this thing."

You run around the counter to hide behind your mom, the woman wearing a large smile as she watches the two of you. You peek out from behind her and give him a sheepish smile. That's all the confirmation he needs.

He takes a step forward, not lowering the bag. "What are we going as?" he asks, and you see his hand position itself to shoot icing when you don't answer.

Your eyes widen and you stare at the man in front of you. "You wouldn't." His eyebrows shoot up, and his lips slowly form a smirk. " You wanna bet?" He turns his olive eyes from you to your mom. "I'm sorry, Dawn. You're collateral damage, I'm sure you understand."

Your mom steps away, leaving you vulnerable to attack and Jake's smirk only grows. "Sorry, sweetheart. This is your battle." She says from the other side of the kitchen.

"Last chance." He offers and you finally surrender. "Fine. We're going as Daphne and Fred." There's a moment of silence and before you can decipher his reaction, icing splatters on your forehead.

You gasp and Jake has a satisfied look on his face. "What the hell was that for? I told you what you wanted to know!" You exclaim and Jake crosses his arms with a shit-eating grin. "I didn't like the answer."

You give him a blank stare, holding your own icing bag behind your back. He didn't see you grab it when you were hiding behind your mom. "It is so on."

Before Jake can register what you've said, you shoot a stream of bright orange icing at him. You watch as it lands in his hair and drips down onto his forehead. He wipes at it and looks at his hand in disbelief for a second.

Your mom and sisters are watching with their hands over their mouths, trying to stifle their laughter. You turn towards them and quirk your eyebrow. "What are you laughing at?" you inquire and their expressions drop.

Before you know it, the five of you are in a full-blown war, bright colors coating every surface. This goes on for a few minutes, loud cackles echoing through the kitchen.

All of a sudden there's a deep voice cutting through the chaos. "What in sam hell is going on here?!" Everybody stops in their tracks and slowly turns their heads to face the older man standing in the doorway.

Before anyone can answer, you spray icing at your dad and run out the other kitchen entrance laughing like a maniac. Jake follows close behind, not wanting to witness the aftermath.

The two of you bound up the stairs just as you hear your dad shout your name. You squeal and speed up, full-on sprinting towards your bedroom. Jake is right on your tail and shuts the door the second you two are inside.

He leans against the door listening for heavy footsteps and looks at you, his eyes resembling saucers. You stare at each other for a few seconds before busting out into hysterics. The two of you double over laughing and tears cascade down both your cheeks. You settle down after a few minutes, and the two of you head toward the bathroom to shower.

You turn on the faucet and give it a couple of minutes to warm up. You and Jake strip down before stepping into the stream of hot water. You sigh at the feeling, the heat soothing your muscles.

It's peaceful for a few minutes, and Jake is washing your hair when he breaks the silence. "Why didn't you tell me about tomorrow?" His voice is quiet and you hum when you feel his lips against your ear.

You turn around to face him, the shampoo being rinsed out as you stand under the showerhead. "I didn't think you'd come." You admit and you watch for any change in his expression.

His hands fall to your hips and he tsks. "You're right, I probably wouldn't have." His response is honest, and you can't help the pang of hurt that shoots through you at his confession. Before you can respond, he continues. "I'm glad I did though."

Relief floods through you, no longer afraid he’s mad that you didn’t tell him the whole story. You smile at him and he returns the gesture, leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

Another few minutes go by, and the two of you finish up. Jake's about to turn the water off when you place a hesitant hand on his forearm to stop him. He looks up at you with furrowed brows and you take a deep breath.

"Can I ask you something?" Your voice is small and Jake stands back up to his full height, looking down so his eyes are boring into yours. "Anything." he assures you, and you know he means it.

You hold eye contact for another few seconds before looking down at the floor, suddenly shy under his intense gaze. "Why didn't you tell me that your family doesn't celebrate holidays? Or that you lived on a ranch?" You look up at him and see the emotion swimming in his eyes. He looks like he's having an internal argument with himself, and you can't quite grasp what the big secret is.

You reach your hand up to graze your fingertips along his jawline and he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. "You don't have to tell me. It just feels like you've seen my entire life and there's this whole part of you that's off limits." Your voice is gentle, and Jake feels it tug at his heart.

He's silent as he weighs his options in his mind. It's not that he's trying to hide anything from you. He wants you to know everything about him. But his childhood and family are so, so different than yours.

He's torn from his thoughts when he hears your voice. "Every time I mention taking a trip to Texas, you brush it off and get distant." He opens his eyes and sees your face contorted into a scowl. He reaches forward to run his thumb over your frown lines and your features soften.

You look up at him and his chest tightens when he sees the hurt in your eyes. "Do you," you stop for a moment trying to find the right words. "Do you not want them to know about me? Do you not want them to meet me because you're not serious about us? Because if that's the case then wh-"

Your rambling is cut short when Jake presses his lips to yours sharply. He knows he needs to give you at least a partial explanation. He feels like he's been shot when he realizes that you've been thinking he doesn't love you enough to introduce you to his family.

He pulls back but keeps both his hands placed firmly on the sides of your neck. His forehead is pressed to yours and you can smell the mint on his breath mixed with his bodywash. It soothes you.

"I am so serious about us that it scares me. That's why I haven't told you much about my family or taken you to meet them." He watches confusion flash across your face and continues.

"My family.. they're not like yours. They're not warm and inviting. I'm trying to protect you. You're so good, and they tend to ruin everything they get near." Your eyes soften as realization washes over you.

"I want to know where you came from, Jake. Who you were before you became 'Hangman'. I want to meet the people responsible for making you who you are, whether it's good or bad. I can hold my own, they can't ruin what we have." Jake takes a deep breath and nods his head.

"Okay. I'll bring you with me when I go home for Christmas." He watches a wide smile break out on your face and his expression can't help but mirror your own. "Thank you."

Jake reaches out and turns off the now-cold water and the two of you step out to dry off. You're slipping on one of his navy t-shirts when his voice rings out. "Are we seriously going trick or treating?" he whines and you roll your eyes.

"Yes, Jacob. Everybody deserves to have that experience. It's better late than never. Let your inner child have fun." Jake sighs softly and walks over to you. He leans in and peppers kisses all over your face.

You let out a loud laugh and Jake smiles affectionately at you. He slows down, taking time to press a kiss next to both of your eyes, on the corner of your lips, and on the tip of your nose.

You scrunch up your face and Jake chuckles. "I love you. You're everything I never knew I needed and I just...thank you. You make me a better person."

You feel your eyes get misty and you stare up at the man who holds your heart. You don't know the whole story, but it's becoming more and more obvious that the cocky asshole front is just a defense mechanism.

All Jake has ever wanted was to be loved and belong somewhere. You silently promise yourself that you will always do your best to give him that. You lean up and kiss him on his cheek, lingering for a moment. "I love you too."

The rest of the night is uneventful, mostly spent cleaning up the kitchen. You don't poke Jake for any more information regarding his family or upbringing. You can tell it's a sensitive subject that causes him pain, and you know he'll tell you when he's ready.

The next day goes by quickly. You help your mom cook and Jake spends most of his time out back helping your dad set up the yard for the large party happening in a couple of hours.

Once everything is just the way your parents like it, you and Jake head up to get dressed. Jake walks out of the bathroom with his hands on his hips and you have to cover your laugh with a cough. He looks so sassy, and it works perfectly with the character.

He squints at you and tries to look mad, but it doesn't work. You can see the humor in his eyes and you walk over to fix his ascot. As much as Jake protested, he can’t remember the last time he was this excited about something.

He may look like an idiot, but he would do anything to see you smile. If this is all it takes, he considers himself a lucky man. He watches as you fidget with his outfit, making sure everything is in place. You step back and smile, pleased with your work.

"There," you grin. "You look perfect. This is a pretty good look on you. Maybe we should redo your wardrobe. You could give Rooster's Hawaiian shirts a run for their money." You tease, poking your tongue out.

Jake scoffs but his eyes are soft as they rake over your face. "You don't look too bad yourself. I could get used to the sexy librarian look."

You roll your eyes and turn to leave. "Come on, people have already started arriving and mom is going to be wondering where we are."

He doesn't say anything, he just takes your hand as you lead him downstairs and out to the backyard. You weren't kidding when you said everyone would be here. It's only twenty minutes in and there are already at least seventy-five people.

Jake looks over at you and sees you have a wide smile gracing your features. He loves how much of a people person you are. You never seem to be intimidated and no matter how many people you have to mingle with, you treat each one as if they're the most interesting person in the room.

Jake watches you with pure adoration, his eyes only diverting away when he has to shake another hand or laugh at a joke he didn't quite catch. You seem to know everyone and as happy as they are to see you, they seem completely infatuated with the blonde-haired pilot they heard about from a friend of a friend.

Its been two hours and Jake surveys the yard, always aware of his surroundings. He's in disbelief as he takes it all in. There are now at least 200 people. Everyone seems to be having fun, most either mingling or playing yard games with a drink in hand.

He wonders what your wedding will be like if this many people show up for just a Halloween party. Jake probably doesn't even have fifty people he could invite, even fewer that would actually show. He shakes his head to himself and chuckles.

He notices you shiver lightly out of the corner of his eye. You try to suppress it, your smile never faltering as you chat with the woman in front of you. One of your old teachers, he thinks. He's not completely sure, it feels like he's met more people tonight than he has his whole life. He has no idea how you have room for any other information, much less how to fly a fighter jet, when you have all these names memorized.

He reaches out to pull you into him and his warmth immediately encompasses your body. You shoot him a grateful smile before turning your attention back to the woman.

Off to the side, your mom is talking with your dad. "Look at them," she smiles. "it's like they're straight out of a book. I don't think either of them even notices how they look at each other when they're not paying attention."

Your dad hums and takes another sip of his whiskey. "How long do you think it'll be before he drops to one knee?" he ponders out loud.

Your mom looks at him briefly, before shifting her eyes back to the two of you. Your head is thrown back in laughter and Jake's attention is focused solely on you. It’s as if the rest of the world doesn't exist.

She watches as you hide your face in Jake's neck after he whispers something in your ear, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. She shakes her head with a laugh.

"I’d be willing to bet he's already got a ring picked out. I say we've got less than six months before we're planning a wedding." she remarks, leaning into your dad. He nods in agreement, having known since the moment he saw the way you look at Jake that he was the one for you.

Jake looks at his watch and sees its almost 7:30. He leans over to gently grab your attention, not wanting to be rude to the person you're talking to. "We don't have to go trick or treating if you don't want to, darlin'. You seem to be having a lot of fun."

You look over at him and cock your head, unsure why he would think you don't want to go. He shows you his watch and your mouth drops open to form an "oh."

Without hesitation, you excuse yourself and grab Jake's hand to drag him inside. "You didn't have to do that, baby. Really, we can stay and hang out."

You give him a dismissive wave as you dig through the cabinet looking for something. After a few seconds, you let out a victorious "Ah ha" and whip around to look at Jake with a bright smile.

Before he can ask whats got you so giddy, you hold out a skeleton hand that has a bag attached to it. "What the hell is that?" he asks with bewilderment.

Your smile only grows and you have to stop yourself from squealing and bouncing in place. "It's a trick-or-treat bag! Isn't it so cool?" You're practically buzzing and Jake feels his stomach do a flip.

There's a childlike wonder in your eyes as he looks at you and he curses the universe for not bringing you to him sooner. You're one of the best pilots in the world, absolutely fearless and ruthless in the air. Yet here you are standing in front of him in a Halloween costume, single-handedly erasing his past just by being yourself.

He takes it from your hands with a lighthearted laugh and you pull out a matching one for yourself. "You're serious about trick or treating? I thought you meant we would just walk around." He questions, eyebrows raised.

You scoff at the suggestion while checking your pockets to make sure you have everything you need. " Of course I'm serious about trick or treating. How else are we supposed to come home and eat candy until we're sick? That's the best part."

Before he can contest any further you're skipping out the front door. He thinks about what Halloween would be like with a little person that's a perfect mixture of the two of you and he smiles softly before heading after you.

By the time he catches up, you're standing by his truck patiently waiting for him to open the door. You learned within the first couple weeks of dating that opening your own door isn't allowed. One time Jake sprinted to slam the door just to open it back up himself when you dared to touch the handle yourself.

Jake helps you up and you direct him to the best neighborhood for trick or treating, insisting they give out full-size candy bars. After a few minutes, he parks on the street and walks around to let you out of the truck.

You hop down and give him a kiss before starting off in the direction of the first house. He stands timidly at the bottom of the driveway, suddenly embarrassed. He turns to look at you while gnawing on his lip.

"Maybe we should just go back and enjoy the party." he suggests and you playfully roll your eyes. "Nonsense. Loosen up, it'll be fun. Don't worry about what people think."

You look back at him and see just how hesitant he is. He looks like a scared little kid and your demeanor softens as you walk back to him.

"Hey," your voice is sweet as you grab his face gently. "It's okay to feel embarrassed. I always was too for the first couple of houses." You reassure him and he looks like he might cry.

"Come on. I'll be right beside you, I promise. And if anyone has anything to say I'll punch them." you joke, trying to lighten the mood. He thinks you must be an angel. He doesn't know how you're so full of life and energy, yet so gentle and soft at the same time.

He nods and takes your hand, following you up to the front of the house. You ring the door bell and smile widely as an older lady comes to the door.

"Trick or treat." You remark cheerily and the woman gives you a piece of candy. You nudge Jake and give him an encouraging nod. He hesitates for a second before repeating the sentiment and being given his own piece of chocolate.

"Thank you!" You both say and the lady looks between the two of you affectionately.

"My husband and I always went trick or treating together before he passed. We looked forward to it every year." She recalls fondly. "Just because you've grown up doesn't mean you have to be boring. Never stop being kids together and your marriage will last a lifetime."

You take her hand in yours and squeeze it, shooting her an appreciative smile. You thank her again before heading to the next house. By the third house, Jake is having the time of his life.

He can't remember the last time he had this much fun, and he's even happier he gets to experience it with you. You walk around the neighborhood for a while, laughing loudly and collecting sweet treats.

By the time you make it back to the truck, both bags are overflowing and your feet are aching. Jake opens the door and you plop in the seat, sighing as you kick off your shoes. You loll your head to the side and observe the man next to you.

"Did you have fun?" you ask with a sleepy smile. Jake starts the truck and heads back to your house before answering. "The most fun I think I've ever had. I can't believe I've been missing out all these years." He beams.

You throw your hands up in exasperation. "I told you so! Would you do it again next year?" Jake glances over at you and takes your hand. "Honey as long as your there, I'll do anything."

You excitedly clap your hands. "We need to start planning then so we can have the best costume! Do you think the rest of the group would be down to do Halloween?" Jake smiles at your pure joy over the idea.

"We could probably convince them if it means they get to see me dressed up." he shrugs. You look at him with doe eyes. "You would do that for me?"

Jake lets out a short laugh and shakes his head. "Darlin', at this point I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of saying no to something that will make you happy." You smile, but don't say anything else, watching the trees pass as you near your parent's house.

When you get back, it's almost ten but the party is still in full swing. All of the kids are gone now, and most of the adults are at least tipsy. There's loud music and laughing and you smile to yourself.

You take Jake's hand and sneak into the house, careful not to get drug back to the festivities. Right now you want nothing more than to change into comfy clothes and climb into bed.

Once you get in your bedroom, you and Jake put on pajamas and go through your bathroom routines. You both climb under the covers together, sighing in relief. It's quiet for a few minutes, both of you just staring at the ceiling.

Suddenly you turn your head to Jake and he glances at you from the corner of his eye. "Yes?"

You turn your body to fully face him and he gives you his full attention. "Do you want to watch a scary movie and eat all our candy?" You ask with a hopeful glint in your eyes.

Jake wastes no time in throwing the covers off to grab your bags. "I thought you'd never ask!" he exclaims as he plops back into bed. You spend the next few minutes sorting through the candy and trading whatever you don't like.

Jake puts on a movie and the two of you go to town. After an hour he looks over to comment on the show and sees you passed out surrounded by candy wrappers. He chuckles to himself and clears off the bed before kissing you on the head. "Goodnight, sweet girl." He whispers, quickly nodding off into his own dreamland. He could definitely get used to this.

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gohan420 · 7 months

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Kindred spirits au

This time Vlad does try to overshadow Danny.

Vlad gets thrown out on his ass, sans his ghost half.

Turns out ghosts don’t overshadow each other for a reason.

Pointdexter did more of a mind swap than an overshadowing, it was different.

But not to worry!

Turns out, since Danny isn’t going through hell, and the fusion is two parts danny and one part Vlad, rather than a 50/50 split between himself and Vlad, he stays sane!

His priorities aren’t noticeably warped because Danny also wanted love, difference is that Danny understands that love isn’t a commodity that can be bought and sold for the right price.

And of course, Danny’s loved ones are not only alive and well, but they all love him!

So Dan 2.0 is not happening here.

Physically, it manifests in Danny getting blue skin, fangs, and pointed ears.

His hair and eyes stay the same because his personality doesn’t change, and he isn’t so eternally enraged that it passes for a twisted version of happiness.

The rest of his body changes because with Vlad’s ghost half comes a more thorough understanding and acceptance of the fact that he is not (fully) human, and that is not a bad thing.

His ice core is retained.

Dan’s costume change came later, and since he just had a more extreme version of Vlad’s personality superimposed on Danny’s memories, I suspect that Vlad’s flare for the dramatic is what caused that.

So Danny probably wouldn’t change his costume, or if he did, it would be in a different direction than Dan took it.

But back to Vlad, he just runs, as he just lost all leverage and power over Danny, and gave him a huge power boost to add insult to injury.

Dani is made to come home with Danny, as his power boost means she can’t sneak away quite so easily.

The fenton parents are totally oblivious enough to buy that a long lost and unknown relative just appeared one day.

Danny uses his wail to turn the building to rubble to stop any further cloning attempts in their tracks.

Valerie stops getting pink ectoplasm for her gear because Vlad has no more to give.

Maybe he uses traditional green, maybe he just ghosts her (ha), as she would be entirely ineffective against Danny at this point.

(She doesn’t get the technus uprgrade till later)

And if we go with the ghosting option, she might never get the upgrade, as she would run out of ectoplasm long before Technus could think of enhancing her gear.

Vlad becomes a very different style of villain as a result of this, because becoming a half ghost the first time was hellish, and he wouldn’t subject himself to that again.

Not to mention that he doesn’t know how Danny was able to become half ghost without being hospitalized for years, and thus cannot use that method himself.

So if he wants Maddie as his wife, Jack as a corpse, and Danny as his son, he’s gonna have to do things the human way.

And stay the hell out of Danny’s range until his plan is ready.

Dalv co would receive a lot of Vlad’s attention, as his ghost tech is his only hope of controlling Danny.

And the clones are now non-viable, as his samples of Danny from before that day are all used up and/or destroyed, and any new samples would be contaminated by Plasmius, constantly mocking his complete failure to control Daniel for even five minutes.

Thoughts?

#danny phantom #danny phantom au

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fiftysevenacademics · 2 months

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True Detective Night Country started off so great then went nowhere fast. The finale was ridiculous, but that's what I had expected by the time it arrived. Below is a list of things that had me literally rolling my eyes or simply perplexed.

1. The science stuff was ludicrous from the get go. From the totally unrealistic depiction of an arctic research station staffed by a permanent crew of scientists year-round who never leave the station, to the notion that extracting ice cores is somehow a herculean task (it's relatively easy), to the fuzzy, garbled DNA mumbo jumbo, to the idea the mine funded this whole thing just to falsify environmental data (which is usually done by just, you know, making it up or presenting it selectively), not a shred of it made sense. It was stupid, half-baked nonsense. It was never fully explained why their DNA stuff was going to "save the world," or why they'd kill someone over it.

2. In S1, the spiral and hanging things, as well as the "time is a flat circle" stuff made sense as the distortion of a traditional rural folk practice by a deranged cult leader but here it made no sense. Why did Clark make those hanging things? What's the significance of the spiral? Why did he say time is a flat circle etc.? Annie spent time with him in that creepy RV. Was she into that, too, or did he do that after she died?

3. The implication that the spiral and "She" are part of the Native women's belief system.. Is this a thing or did they make it up for the show? "She" is probably meant to be Mother Earth, but this whole spiritual/supernatural part of the story felt cheesy and unoriginal to me.

4. I'm still confused about the frozen scientist who screamed when they found him. There was some comment later about amputating both legs of someone and not being able to speak to him yet, and then that whole issue disappeared. At some point, they might have mentioned in passing this person died? But they never explained how that guy was alive in the first place. There was some brief mention of how the scientists were discovering some kind of life extension superpower in this DNA. I thought it might come round to that but in the end there was no more thought given to the guy who was still magically alive and all they said about the DNA was it could "save the world."

4. Fiona Shaw was criminally underutilized. I loved her character and would love to have seen more of her.

5. Who left the tongue? Was it Peter Prior's dad?

6. How did Holden die? A car crash, but what happened? Where was Liz when it happened?

I liked that they built the story around the issue of missing and murdered indigenous women, and that in the end it turned out the women were the answer all along but no one even thought to ask them. It made the point that Native women are only visible to white law enforcement when they are murdered and even then, don't get the justice they deserve.

Great acting performances and it was a real treat to watch the actors interact. But for me, the emotional impact was blunted by the cheesiness and implausibility of other parts.

#true detective #true detective night country #true detective spoilers #my stuff

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*🥁🥁🥁🥁 EVENING DOUBLE DELIVERY 4 MY BELOVED BELGIEN KAARYLEET/BABY BOO MOOT, CAT!! X)) *🥁🥁🥁🥁

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(Frank the Flamingo got his own lil moodboard After seeing that mii! vers is all grown up now N has his own lil apartment N Bojere! Ice skating date cuz there’s a ton of fics 4 that but not enough moodboards + the Story that comes with it is a prequel 2 the Pokémon Café date! moodboard <33) imagine it tho,it’s coming up 2 Christmas N Jere’s spending it with his Jokerman N the rest of the Jokermen N with our bbg being a somewhat professional hockey player on the side,why wouldn’t Bojan take him 2 the best Christmas fair in all of Ljubljana which also just so happens 2 have one of biggest ice rinks in the city! With Jere N Bojan being well..Jere N Bojan they ofc do all Thinge U see couples do in hallmark Christmas movies,holding hands N skating around the sides of the rink,making heart shapes with the bottoms of their skates on the ice,holding one another like their in the titanic,even making it onto the middle of the rink without Bojan falling on his ass (N ever so coincidentally ends up tripping into the perfect position 4 his angel 2 kiss him on the lips which he definitely,totally didn’t plan so that would happen anyway ;3).Heading over 2 one of the many hot chocolate stands scattered throughout the fair,they spotted a golden retriever puppy N a husky puppy playing in the snow together which each of them immediately went 2 pet,the couple’s fans weren’t joking when they kept comparing Bojan 2 a puppy N Jere 2 a husky after all.Both of them were sitting opposite eachother in one of the festively decorated booths sipping hot chocolate N occasionally taking a bite out of the others cookie (as U can probably guess Jere infact made many flirty jokes using the whipped cream that topped the two’s drinks,turning our darling Bojci into a giggling,blushing mess tho he did manage 2 get his own back when he licked the icing off a sugar cookie VERY suggestively,making his Finn’s cheeks slightly rosey N not just from the frosty air that comes with a month like December ☺️).Bojci knew they couldn’t end the night without visiting the reindeer stables that were near the ice rink from earlier that day,a tradition his family had done since they first took him N his sister as children but with him being much,much older now this time he’d be taking his beloved boyfriend 2 see the creatures.Feeding them carrots N petting the animals all while never taking his eyes off the way Jere smiled N giggled like a kid when one of the reindeers licked his hand instead of the carrot,wondering how he’d gotten so lucky 2 not only create a unbreakable bond with the guy with a funny bowlcut who conquered Europe just by being himself but knowing that the same guy is the one he gets 2 call his,not just now but forever N he’ll finally be able 2 keep that promise soon,it might take a few months 2 get the perfect ring tho..

THESE ARE TOO FREAKING CUTE the Frank moodboard is so tropical core I just love the pink vacation Jere vibes <33 I love Frank the flamingo so much i need to see him again rn!!! And the prequel to the Bojere date :"D honestly I really like cheesy ice skating dates, there are loads of opportunities for angst and smut when it comes to Bojere but I also just love the more silly and sweet side of the pairing. I'm in love with their love <33💞🦭 Thank you so much for blessing my inbox with these!!

#käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin #bojere #frank the flamingo #cute moodboards

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At last the temperature begins to rise a little, the blizzard relents, and the snow melts just enough to allow travel to and from the monastery again. A backlog of mail arrives in one giant cart and the couriers spend the next several days sorting letters and packages for their recipients. Among the care packages, the notes from doting mothers, and the pining essays from distant lovers are letters describing situations far more dire. Unfortunately, many are dated from months ago, stalled by the storms until now, but that makes their contents all the more pressing.

In Valentia, without their new king and queen, without their gods, the people grow restless for something to believe in. Some groups have begun to take matters into their own hands, write concerned aides, and rumors have reached the castle about their aim to resurrect Mila and Duma. With resources already stretched thin by the recovery efforts, they could use some help with the investigation and subsequent quelling of such delusions.

In Jugdral, shadows still linger in forgotten places. Now that many of the continent's war veterans and nobility have traveled abroad for education, they have seized this moment to crawl back out into the light. From Grannvale comes news of remnants of the Loptyr church attempting to bring back Loptous. While the letters insist that these are, most likely, simply rumors at best, or a failure in the making at worst, they are not without a note of concern. Children have started going missing again. Others have been kidnapped in broad daylight. It would be wise to return home soon to assess these problems yourself.

In Elibe, whispers surge anew, and they speak of a second coming of The Scouring. Dragons have been sighted in distant skies, they say, real dragons breathing fire and ice and shaking the earth to its core. Elimine's church preaches acceptance, and its criers herald the beginning of a new era of peace and harmony. Those less optimistic instead sharpen their weapons and bolster their defenses in preparation for war.

While Garreg Mach monastery has its own troubles still in the aftermath of the blizzard, permission is granted to students and faculty from Valentia, Jugdral, and Elibe to return home this month if they so choose. A handful of knights and other students will be sent with them, in case trouble is indeed to be found. This is not a mission sanctioned by the church, however. This is entirely personal.

You make your decision to return. It's just for the month, and you're hopeful that these rumors are just that: rumors. Along with the allies and friends you've made from other lands, you travel to Enbarr to set sail.

What’s Going On?

Welcome to Sabbam Vitatham, the fourth anniversary event for the Officers Academy! Please continue reading below for information and rules.

This will be an evolving event. Instead of a traditional mission board, each of the six groups will be given a setting to explore. New information will come to light weekly, and situations will shift as time moves on. Use what your muse knows (or doesn’t) about the country they're in to make decisions, brainstorm threads, and ask questions.

Muses who are not participating in the event will be left behind in Garreg Mach. However, characters from Valentia, Jugdral, and Elibe who did NOT sign up to participate in the event but would narratively be involved (e.g. Celica, Seliph) can be assumed to be tagging along as well. Their participation will be off camera.

The Snowglobe mission board will be extended through the end of this month, but no new missions will be added. Use this month to catch up on past threads or thread together about your classmates and colleagues who have left for the event.

Sabbam Vitatham General Rules

Signups are closed and will not be reopened. The ship has sailed.

Find your muse's boat here.

You must submit your inventory by 11:59PM EST on August 3rd using this link. You can only bring items that you have claimed and classes that you have mastered. Do not include your class' mastery abilities as separate inventory slots. You can choose to not bring a weapon.

You will not be allowed to switch teams.

You may only start Sabbam Vitatham threads between August 1st and August 31st. Event threads may be continued after the event, but no new ones may be started. Likewise, only IC posts made between 8/1 and 8/31 will count toward prizes.

Your muses are already on their boats, so you will only be able to make event interactions with those who are on the same boat with you. As groups are split into different teams, you will only be able to thread with your teammates. However, if you wish to make farewell interactions with other characters who are being left behind at the monastery or journeying elsewhere, you're free to do so. These interactions will not count as event posts.

We encourage creativity and exploration. This is not an event that will solely be focused on combat. The results from your signups will be revealed as the story progresses, so ask questions, think outside the box, try new things, and do what your character would do in these situations.

We also highly encourage “Paralogue” threads. These are mini threads focused on character development or exploring something that interests you or your muse, parallel to whatever main objective your team is after. These do not have to be related to any prompt given by the mods. Paralogue threads enrich your campaign experience, so thread away as the inspiration strikes!

Please tag all event-related IC posts with #toasabbamvitatham2023. When split into your individual teams, your tag will change.

This event will allow muses to die. This can happen at any point during the event. Regardless of what happens to your muse, you will still receive all prizes at the end.

Sabbam Vitatham Schedule

August 1st - 3rd : EMBARK August 4th - 10th : ?? August 11th - 17th : ?? August 18th - 24th : ?? August 25th - 31st : ??

Discord

There is a new lobby channel for general event discussion and a new #openthreads channel for event-use only. Plotting channels for each team will be opened on the 4th. Please use these channels for event-related discussion or planning.

Prizes and How to Get Them

Two sets of prizes will be awarded for the Sabbam Vitatham event.

PARTICIPATION PRIZE.

All muses entering the event automatically receive one of these prizes upon joining. You may message the masterlist as soon as you have made your first event post.

Canon Lord characters: You are granted access to your exclusive promotional class. This class will have mastery requirements of a Master Tier class and will also require rank A in Authority and a drabble. Please message the masterlist to claim it. To see muses that qualify and their corresponding prizes, please refer to the fourth page of this sheet. You will also be granted your Personal Skill. Please refer to the section below.

Characters who have not claimed a Personal Skill: You will be allowed to claim your Personal Skill. Please refer to this sheet for examples and guidance on crafting one for yourself. Characters who already have personal skills in their respective games will receive their canon skill, so you do not need to design one. If you need help designing your skill, please ask for advice in the personal skill workshop channel in the Discord server. All personal skills must be submitted to the masterlist’s inbox to be approved though.

All others: If your character participated in past lore events and has already received all participation prizes that they are eligible for, you may claim an additional ability that you qualify for from the ranking chart.

If you prefer to hold off on choosing your participation prizes (i.e. waiting on skill points, etc.), you may do so until the grand prize claim period after the event. However, keep in mind that you may only feature any new abilities in threads after claiming them.

If you have already received your personal skill but would like to retune it, please submit a new proposal for the skill during this event. Mod Ree will also be rebalancing the ones that have already been claimed to fit the new rules.

GRAND PRIZE.

This will be awarded at the end of the event to any muse who reaches a minimum of 10 IC event posts. Contains:

One free skill point

Two choices from an event-limited selection of prizes

And a third prize — unknown for now

More information on that will come at the conclusion of the event, so for now, use what you know about Valentia, Jugdral, and Elibe to lend your help.

And as always, feel free to message the masterlist or use the Discord if you have any questions.

- The House Leaders

#toa announcements #toasabbamvitatham2023

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