#but yeah I just wanted them floating in space lol

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Suptober - Day 9 || Starlight [x]

#suptober23 #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fanart #spn #spnfanart #supernatural #wiggleart #I was gonna do stars for Cas crown but that’ll be hard to do with line art and so this page in the coloring book will have them holding the #stars but then the galaxy around them and if y’all wanna put a halo not a crown omg a HALO lol that’s up to you! #I will recommend white or glittery gel pens or white out or white nail polish #but yeah I just wanted them floating in space lol #initially dean was gonna be in a space suit but #a friend mentioned they were claustrophobic on deans behalf and I’m like yeah #he doesn’t need a space suit #fuck it #lol #but yeah just a lil doodle of them in space!

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Avatar’s First Braids

Neteyam x gn!reader

Summary: Just like Spider, you have your own avatar, though you had to wait until you were older before you could use yours. As such, to celebrate your new blue, the Sullys want to braid your avatar’s hair. 

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Help, this was supposed to focus on Neteyam and it's just one big fic about his siblings instead, but I promise there's still a crumb of Neteyam. I really took my own liberties with some Avatar lore so it’s probably inaccurate lol. This is platonic/romantic, wrote it kinda down the middle. Neteyam is aged up to 20 here.

At fifteen years old, you could not describe the bizarreness of watching a tiny body, your body, float in an amnio tank. Your very own avatar, steadily growing at a pace beyond the growth rate of native Na’vi, twitched in a dreamlike state. Tiny blue hands curled around a chubby blue face. Small tendrils of nerves floated out of the base of the skull, surrounded by baby hair. You could not believe what kuru looked like before the braids. A bit creepy, if you had to be honest.

  You weren’t alone. Spider stood right next to you with Tuk in front of you two. Lo’ak and Kiri stood on his other side and Neteyam was right next to you. His forearm rested against the glass of the tank as he leaned into your space, tilting his head to observe the baby. The Na’vi half of your group each had a rebreather in hand, inhaling from it every so often. All six of you watched the small twitches, mesmerized by the little thing.

  It had only been a few weeks since you watched it grow from an embryo. You had been the most fascinated watching the rapidly growing progress of the avatar, coming nearly every day to watch. It led to Neteyam and Spider hanging around, then Lo’ak and Kiri, and finally Tuk could not be left out. You could stand around all day and watch. This was your avatar.

  “So,” Spider spoke over the silence. “What if it’s an outie?”

  Lo’ak scoffed, already biting back a smile. “Bro, that’s what you’re thinking about?”

  Spider gestured to the umbilical cord attached to the baby’s stomach. He huffed in defense of himself. “You guys all made fun of my avatar having an outie.”

  You snapped your head in his direction, offended that he lumped you up with the rest of them. “I didn’t.”

  “That’s because you’re you, Spider.” Neteyam teased, leaning forward past you to make eye contact. He pressed the rebreather to his mouth for a breath. “Besides, yours was the first with an outie belly button.”

  Tuk looked down at her stomach and traced her belly button. “I can’t imagine having my belly button out like that.”

  “It’s not that weird,” Kiri countered. “Only at first, it was.”

  “Bro, look at you. You’re fine.” Lo’ak reached over and stuck his finger in Spider’s belly button, earning a shout and a smack to the hand. Spider laid his palm over his belly button while Lo’ak laughed and straightened himself. “You know we didn’t mean it.”

  Yeah, when Spider first entered his avatar after decantation, the immediate thing the Na’vi children noticed was the protruding belly button. It was then you realized that none of the Na’vi had outies, unlike humans who could have either innie or outie. While they could excuse the appearance of an outie on a human, given the many physical discrepancies between humans and Na’vi, they teased Spider for having one on his avatar. Just another physical difference on top of eyebrows and five digits on the hands and feet of avatars.

  You rolled your eyes. “Can we stop talking about belly buttons?”

  “Okay,” Neteyam agreed. He gestured with his hand above the amnio tank. “How long does this take, again?”

  “Five years,” a voice behind caused you all to turn. Norm approached your group with a grimace. “Why are you all hanging around the test tube avatar?”

  “So why couldn’t this avatar,” Tuk pointed at the tank while inhaling from the rebreather, ignoring the question, “grow at the same time as Spider’s? Wouldn’t that save time?”

  “Unfortunately our resources are limited and we don’t have the space to incubate multiple avatars at a time.” Norm made a small gesture for which you all parted to let him through. He looked at the baby avatar, then at you six. “Now, can you please go hang out somewhere else? The lab is not a playground.”

  Per his suggestion, you dispersed from the lab. The Sullys set the rebreathers back on the rack on their way out, Tuk bouncing happily ahead of you. Spider brought the conversation back to belly buttons and you groaned, telling him to move on. Doing what any teen did, you all flocked to another area of the camp to bother someone else.

  Five years. That’s how long you had to wait.

  +:+:+:+:+

  You were going to throw up.

  Well, you thought you were. Nerves knot your stomach tight, worsened by the butterflies fluttering in it. Your heart hammered in your chest. You laid your hands over your stomach, twiddling with your fingers. The overhead lights were bright. So, so bright.

  Currently, you waited on the link bed to make your first connection. Sure, you waited years for this moment, but now that it was right in front of you, you dreaded it. Would it hurt? Would it make you more nauseous than you already were? In the coming weeks, you pestered Spider about the sensation. You had to know every little detail. Question after question, the routine grew old fast and Spider eventually repeated the phrase don’t worry about it. Not the best advice you received.

  To make matters worse, your friends were not there with you. Kiri and Lo’ak had grown too tall to comfortably stand in the lab with you and Lo’ak didn’t want Tuk’s unfiltered mouth to raise more panic in you. Spider decided to wait with them outside your avatar’s lab room. All to take in the first impression.

  “Take it easy,” Dr. Max Patel said from the computer system beside you. His eyes darted across the screen. “You’re going to be fine when you wake up.”

  You turned your head to face him. “Are you sure?”

  A great question to ask the guy who’s been doing this longer than you’ve been alive. He glanced your way. You took that as your answer and returned to your original position, focusing on controlling your breaths. The link bed wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, at least.

  When Max faced you to grab the hood of the bed, you moved your hands to your sides. He gave you a few more words of encouragement and you nodded, half listening. Really, you just didn’t want to throw up right now.

  When the hood closed, you noticed how heavy you breathed. Your stomach twisted tighter and you screwed your eyes shut. You could do this. You could do this. As another wave of nausea hit you, you held your breath.

  “Movement behind the eyelids.”

  Someone called your name. “If you can hear me, can you open your eyes?”

  You obeyed, opening them only to flinch and squeeze them closed. Damn, who turned up the brightness here?

  “You okay?”

  “The light is bright,” you supplied a bit groggy.

  Behind your eyelids, the intensity of the lights lessened. Your eyes fluttered open carefully, finding that half the room’s lights had been turned off. You breathed a sigh of relief, stomach still in knots. A moment passed before you realized just where you were.

  You sat up, immediately falling back down.

  “Take it easy.” One of the scientists set a hand on your arm. “We’ll get you out of here as soon as we’ve conducted some fine motor tests.”

  You blinked, ears twitching. Twitching. The sensation prompted you to cautiously raise your hand, brushing your fingers over your ear. A pointy Na’vi ear. It flicked back at your touch unconsciously and you let out a breathless laugh. This was weirder than you expected. Not to mention how seamlessly you connected to your avatar. Spider really could not have prepared you more for this.

  “Can you wiggle your toes for me?”

  You couldn’t say how long those tests took. A few minutes. An hour. It went by too fast but simultaneously dragged on longer than your poor heart could take. You wanted to get up and go go go but you didn’t want to fall over and embarrass yourself. When you got the okay, left alone to change out of the gown into something more comfortable, you made your way to the door.

  The door hissed open, letting the bright light from the sun filter in. You squinted and raised your hand, blue as the sky, over your eyes to shield them. Your tail flicked at the minor inconvenience you felt.

  “Whoa, check you out.”

  You looked to your left. Lo’ak and Spider leaned against the wall of the shack. Kiri sat on the ground with her hands behind her as support. Beside her, Tuk sat cross-legged, picking at grass. No Neteyam, though. He had gone earlier that morning on a hunt with his father.

  You smiled, dropping your hand to your side. “Like what you see?”

  “You’re like us, now,” Tuk said, dropping her blades of grass.

  Kiri smiled up at you. “How do you feel?”

  “Weird.” You looked behind you. Your tail had a mind of its own, though you still felt every flick of it as though it were you commanding it. “Really weird.”

  “You get used to it.” Spider shrugged and pushed off the wall. He was much shorter than you now, still human.

  Lo’ak made a sound. “I can’t believe you can’t use your avatar right now.” His hand smacked at his thigh. “Do you know what we could be doing if you didn’t get hurt?”

  “It was your recklessness that got us here.” Kiri looked between the two of them, moving to stand. “Spider’s avatar should take a few days to heal, then we can do the plan.”

  Tuk pouted. “This was supposed to be the perfect first impression.”

  “I know. I know.” Spider rolled his eyes. “Few more days and then we’ll pretend that there weren't any hiccups.”

  You watched Tuk stand. She stood a little taller than Spider, shorter than the three of you. It was weird being taller than her. Well, now only Spider was the only drastically short one of your group. At least, until he got back his avatar.

  “Should we get going?” Kiri asked before she took in the state of your hair and gasped. “Your kuru!”

  “What about it?” You attempted to look behind you without any luck.

  Kiri came up to you, directing you in front of her. “We have our braids around it as protection. Your hair is just wild and it's unguarded.”

  “Oh.”

  “Here, I’ll braid it. You sit down.”

  “Okay.” You lowered into a cross-legged position with Kiri behind you.

  She gathered a bunch of your hair, combing her fingers through the roots of it before beginning to twist strands over and around the kuru. The rest of your hair swept over your shoulders, tickling your skin as it did. Given how your avatar’s hair had not been groomed in its time in the amnio tank, it became wildly the length of the kuru. The long hair weighed heavy on your shoulders.

  Tuk stood beside you, watching Kiri braid your kuru. You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye, wondering what she could be thinking about. She’d aged to a dreaded thirteen, filled with mischief and still figuring things out. Despite the age when other children sought their independence, she still clung to your ragtag group, not entirely eager to break off to her own friends. Things haven't changed much, you all had to keep a more keen eye on her, given the number of bad ideas she could come up with and act out on, now. Like right now, where her expression twisted in deep thought.

  “Can I braid the rest of your hair?” She gestured to her shoulder-length braids. 

  You turned your head to see, only for Kiri to guide your head back into a straight position. “Don’t move.”

  You found no harm in that. “Sure, Tuk. But I’m not sure I want it this long.”

  “I can cut it.” 

  She pulled her knife out. The second she walked toward you, you flinched away from her. As sweet as she was, you didn’t exactly trust a child with a knife by your head.

  Kiri forced you to keep still, catching you mid-cry. “Don’t move,” she repeated with an edge, not so much bothered by Tuk’s eager knife-wielding as she was your jerking.

  You raised your hand, unable to properly block Tuk’s oncoming knife.

  Lo’ak took initiative and intervened. He towered over Tuk and grabbed her wrist. “Are you crazy?”

  Tuk pouted, fighting against his hold. as her voice raised in a whine. “I know what I’m doing.”

  He took the knife from her. “Let me do it.”

  Tuk stomped her foot. “I wanted to do it.”

  “You can still braid my hair.” You tried to mediate. It did the job as she pouted off to the side but relented with crossed arms. She stuck her tongue out at Lo’ak. A shiver crawled up your spine from Kiri’s braiding.  “You can make them look like yours.”

  She smiled. An excited nod and she grabbed the ends of her braids, twisting them between her fingers. “Yeah, we can look like twins.” She spoke to Lo’ak, “don’t cut higher than the shoulders.”

  “Sure.” He nodded, hunching down to his knees.

  Lo’ak took bundles of your hair away from your face and held it away. He worked away the knife. Already, your head felt lighter without the extra weight. You relaxed, letting the siblings work at your hair.

  Spider took his own knife out from where he stood. Since he had nothing better to do, he opted to busy his hands by flipping his knife in hand. You watched him flip and catch it with ease.

  He hummed, “you gonna bond with an ikran?”

  Your face twisted in horror. “Uh, no. I just got my avatar.”

  Kiri agreed. “You need to take baby steps.”

  “Yeah, or your avatar will end up like Spider’s.” Lo’ak teased.

  Spider rolled his eyes with a nod. They weren’t necessarily wrong.

  After Lo’ak had cut the hair on the other side, Tuk took her rightful place by you. Not before Lo’ak returned her knife and she sheathed it. She made some comments about your hair being softer than hers, a result of the amniotic fluid you guessed.

  In a moment of excitement, by now half your hair had been braided, Tuk blurted. “you’re going to look  just like one of us!”

  You half-paid attention, too focused on your tail. It smacked at the ground, batting away a small amount of dirt with each lackluster slap. The sight hypnotized you, drawing you out of your stupor with each flick. You could not describe the sensation of having a tail, let alone one acting on its own. Reaching out, you brushed your fingers over your tail. Goosebumps littered your whole body as you shivered. More sensitive than you would have expected.

  Your ears flick at the sudden commotion Lo’ak and Spider made. Looking up from your tail, you watched the duo roll on the ground in a playfight. Another of Spider’s attempts to catch Lo’ak off guard and win a fight against the Na’vi. 

  “You’re going to like being in your avatar,” Kiri said. Her hands neared the end of your kuru. “Once you get used to this, of course.”

  You hummed, tearing your gaze from the boys. “Yeah, I won’t lag behind when we’re out.” You touched your palm, tracing the lines etched in it. It tickled. Your neck began to hurt from holding still for so long. “Too bad Neteyam isn’t here.”

  “His fault,” Tuk said, her voice just a touch hurt and uncaring. She wanted her big brother here as much as you did.

  Kiri finished the braid, tying a spare thread around the end. She ran her fingers down the braid once, admiring her work and ensuring it was compact. Her tongue clicked, quick to remind Tuk. “You know how he is with dad. He can’t say no.”

  “But this is a big deal.” Tuk weaved her hands through your small braids, letting them swing around your face. “Done.”

  You set your hands on the ground and pushed yourself to a stand. Your body swayed momentarily, supported by Kiri’s hands on your back. You thanked her, still getting used to the extra weight to balance. Then, you turned away and shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

  Kiri would not buy it. She stepped around you to face you with her hands on her hips, head cocked in disbelief. “Don’t downplay this. Your first time in your avatar is important to you. So, it’s important to us.”

  You relented, knowing better than to deny the obvious. Instead, you smiled and took her comment to heart. “Thanks.”

  Kiri smiled back, nodding once in finality.

  “Are you guys ready to go?” Lo’ak called back, getting off the ground.

  Spider also pushed off the ground. Both of them were covered in dirt. “Yeah, we need to get going before the eclipse.”

  Kiri glanced back your way. You nodded. “I’m ready.”

  “Finally.” Lo’ak took the lead, waving his hand for you all to follow. “Don’t fall behind.”

  He took off running. You followed, all laughing at your wobbly run. Despite his tease, Lo’ak never strayed far. The group of you dodged and weaved around humans and avatars alike until you reached the edge of the human camp. Then, the real fun began. Daring across the forest for the first time as a Na’vi. It was exhilarating.

  Tuk, ever the youngest, called out to you guys as you ran across treetops. “Wait up!”

  You leaped across a gap between trees, laughing loudly while your body buzzed with adrenaline. This was something you could get used to.

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  For the fifth time, you skidded to a halt, bending at the waist while your shoulders rose and fell rapidly. Taking big, deep breaths, you now understood why the scientists wanted you to take it easy. Not only did you stumble and nearly crash into anything and everything, but you also dragged the trip on longer than it needed to be.

  Spider caught your hunched form out of the corner of his eye, hands on your knees and panting like an animal. “Hold up,” he called up ahead.

  Lo’ak groaned, grabbing an overhead branch as he turned around. “Really? We’re going to get in trouble if we’re late. We’re almost there.”

  “Don’t wait up.” You waved your hand dismissively, only for it to fall back to your side. “I’m good.”

  The group took the time to wait five minutes, nonetheless. 

  By the time you made it to Hometree, the village had been gathered for mealtime. Heads turned in your direction, some Na’vi greeting you. They were certainly kinder than other times you’d come by. As you walked past to find the rest of the Sullys, you leaned down to Spider and spoke in a hushed whisper.

  “This is weird.”

  He shrugged. “Told you they treat you differently when you’re in an avatar.”

  You stood straight and did your best to ignore the stares to the back of your head.

  Thankfully, it didn’t take long to find the family. Neytiri and Jake smiled from where they sat, chatting amongst themselves while Neteyam lent them an ear, preparing the meal. Tuk ran ahead of you, crying about how starved she was. Lo’ak and Kiri soon sat, you and Spider sitting farthest.

  “You’re late,” Neytiri said.

  Lo’ak nodded his head in your direction. “A certain avatar lagged behind.”

  Neteyam looked up from beside his mother. The Na’vi’s eyes widened, taking you in. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His tail swished behind him. You merely smiled from across the fire. When he did find the courage to speak, his father beat him to the punch.

  “You look different.” He smiled, looking you in the eye. It felt weird to be at eye level with him, too used to him towering over you. “How’s your first run?”

  “I think I’m handling it okay.”

  Spider laughed. “No way. You ran like a baby using their legs for the first time.”

  “It was for the first time,” Kiri replied and shook her head. “We probably shouldn’t have rushed out.”

  Jake raised his brow. “That bad, huh?”

  Plates were passed around. Tuk dug into her food while you all talked. No doubt this was from today’s hunt. While you ate, Spider sat back and talked with Lo’ak and Kiri.

  “You will learn,” Neytiri had told you between her own mouthfuls. “Jake had been no better.”

  “And that’s without the years of training.” Jake shook his head. “Those were the days.”

  After eating, you split off with Neteyam to catch up. The others understood for the most part to not follow, distracting Tuk before she could tag along.

  For the most part, you walked normally. Without the pressure of running, you could balance yourself correctly. Neteyam was quiet, never moving past your side, letting you set the pace. You reached a section of Hometree untouched, quiet, and tucked away from the rest of the clan. When you stopped, Neteyam looked your way.

  “Are you tired?”

  “No.” You shook your head, tickled by the concern he displayed. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

  “Just checking.” He followed your lead and sat down beside you, overlooking the view of Pandora. His tail flicked patiently. “So, you think about what you want to do, now that you have an avatar?”

  “Honestly-” You leaned back on your hands, humming in thought. “I never thought this far. It didn’t seem like this would ever happen. I mean, I had to wait five years.”

  “Yeah.” Neteyam looked away. “We can figure it out on the way. There’s so much you’ll be able to do now that you have a kuru.”

  “I guess.” You reached behind you, bringing your kuru braid forward. The tendrils of nerves opened, wiggling in the open air. It was an out-of-body experience, watching nerves that belonged to you wriggle in the air, feeling the sensation wave at nothing and near tasting the air deep in your nervous system, but unable to believe this was yours. You set the braid aside. “First, I have to master how to run. Can’t get anywhere around here by just walking.”

  “We’ll build your stamina.” He smiled and nudged your arm with his elbow. “Then, we’ll get you an ikran.”

  You grimaced. “Not for a while, I hope.”

  “Certainly.” Neteyam grew quiet again. You turned to look at him, finding him already staring at you. His face was caught in a mesh of wonder and awe. He furrowed his brows. “Who did your hair?”

  You blinked, thinking of the braids. “Tuk.”

  “Tuk cut your hair?”

  Oh. “No, that was Lo’ak.” You cringed, thinking how close Tuk was to committing to the act. “She almost did. Why is it bad?”

  He laughed shortly. “It’s uneven.”

  “How should I know?”

  “Here.” Neteyam got up, moving to get behind you. “I’ll fix it.”

  You realized he was undoing your braids in order to do so. “Tuk won’t like you ruining her hard work.”

  He hummed. “She won’t know.”

  “She’ll know.”

  Neteyam’s fingers weaved through your tresses, unwinding them. Loose waves of hair cascaded around your face. Tingles crawled up your spine from the care and gentleness of his hands. You may have even closed your eyes to fully take in the sensation.

  You twisted the braid of your kuru as he held your hair. His knife hissed against its sheath, your rather sensitive ears twitched at the sound. Inhaling deeply, you relaxed your shoulders. You trusted Neteyam, more than Lo’ak or Tuk, to cut your hair.

  Truthfully, Lo’ak had done a moderately good job cutting your hair on the spot. Neteyam did not have much to work with, only fixing the small, unnoticeable imperfections in your hair. You wondered if it was an excuse to just touch your new, soft hair. His siblings seemed to love your hair.

  “There.” Neteyam put away his knife. “Now, it looks even.”

  You let out a half-hearted puff of air. It didn’t seem like that big of an issue. “Thanks.”

  You heard the smile in his response. “You’re welcome.”

  He took his time putting your hair into small braids similar to Tuk’s. With each new bunch of hair gathered, his knuckles would brush along your neck. Pinching your fingers over the braid of your kuru, you fought against the goosebumps that crawled along your skin. A rhythmic smack hit the ground, constant and unwavering. Out of the corner of your eye, you realized it was your tail, not Neteyam’s. It gave away your flush of emotions.

  Your ears twitched and you forced another even breath, looking at the orange sky above. 

Eclipse approached soon. Far in the distance, you spotted the flapping wings of wild ikran, flying as a group to another perch. Pandora, as much as you didn’t belong here, was your home. You could not imagine trading it for Earth, which you heard from Norm looked nothing like this. Pollution and greed had stripped away the beauty it once had, he said, but it had nothing compared to this moon light-years away. You agreed with his sentiment.

  Soft puffs of air fanned the baby hairs on the back of your neck. You contained your shivers, letting your eyes flutter closed. His fingers were nimble, expert in the craft. Body heat permeated from him onto your back, the proximity throwing your heart to the ikrans. Your tail smacked at the ground playfully, betraying the excitement in you despite your trying to quell it. Neither of you spoke of it.

  When all was said and done, Neteyam returned to your side. You let go of your kuru and run your hands through your hair, appreciating the work done by him. This time, your tail swayed anxiously as you looked him in the eye.

  “Does it look okay now?”

  His eyes roamed from your hair to your face. He was quiet, the sunset’s reflection casting a warm glow over his blue skin. A small smile broke onto his face and he nodded. “You look perfect.”

  You returned the smile. Your tail once again whipped to and fro in excitement from the flattery. Neteyam’s smile grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way you found endearing. Neither of you said anything, turning away at the same time to face forward. The light of day retreated over the horizon.

  “Eclipse is bound.” Neteyam pushed off the ground with a grunt, standing on his feet. He extended his hand down to you. “Come on. Can't let you stay out too late in your avatar.”

  You agreed and took his hand. With little effort, he managed to pull you onto your feet. In the five years you’ve waited for your avatar to grow, Neteyam gained muscle fit for his physique. The twenty-year-old warrior still stood taller than you, much like his father, but the height difference was not as drastic in your avatar.

  On your way down the Hometree, you bumped into Kiri.

  Neteyam regarded her. “Have you seen Spider-”

  “He went back to the camp a while ago.” She looked between you two. “Better get going if you don’t want to be out late.”

  “Right.” He nodded to her. “Thanks.”

  You waved goodbye to Kiri and walked off with Neteyam.

  Sticking to the high ground, you both made your way back to camp. The journey was quiet, apart from shared looks and quiet laughter, for no other reason than you both feeling a strange high. You returned to camp safely and sound as Neteyam walked up with you to the avatar sleeping quarters. Eclipse had just encased the land in darkness and outdoor lights illuminated the camp’s shacks. You stopped by your building, turning to him with a hand raised.

  “I can walk the rest on my own.”

  He smiled. “Can you?”

  You rolled your eyes, unable to contain your own smile. You gently pushed at his shoulder. “Go. Or, will you get lost?”

  He accepted your teasing with a flick of his tail. “I think I know my way.”

  “Alright then.” Your expression softened. You had to stop or else you’d never let him leave. “Goodnight, Nete.”

  His smile widened. “Goodnight.”

  You waved him off before walking up the steps and into the shack.

  Some avatars were still up. Others sound asleep. You made your way to the unclaimed hammock, reserved for your avatar, and climbed into it. Your smile remained even as you closed your eyes.

  When you woke up in the link bed, moments passed before the hood rose and you could sit up. Max looked from you to the screen. “Was being an avatar scary like you expected?”

  You shook your head, smiling again. “It was weird, but I liked it.”

  Norm walked into the room. “Yeah, and next time, don’t stay out late without a head’s up. All avatars have to be accounted for.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  You left after bidding them goodnight, heading to your sleeping quarters. For the rest of the night, you lay there, touching the base of your skull. You could feel it, the kuru, like a phantom. Turning onto your side, you closed your eyes.

  Today was a good day.

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Murder Party — ethan landry

Description: You’re the only one who knows where Ethan’s costume is from. You quickly realize you both have more in common than you originally thought.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Warnings: ghostface ethan is implied, also some sinister energy coming from reader, alcohol consumption (not by reader), mentions of canon typical violence/mentions of murder

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s note: thank u for the support ive been getting lately!! i appreciate all ur comments and likes and reblogs :] also has anyone else seen murder party? i feel like im the only one lol

At Chad’s request, you attended the one of the frat parties being held for the upcoming Halloween. It wasn’t unusual, you often got invited to parties because of your connection to some people in the football team, like Chad, who you’ve tutored a few times. However, you almost always never went to any of them—except this one.

You were willing to give it a chance. One, because it was almost Halloween and nobody deserved to be alone during that. And two, because Chad said, I have somebody I wanna set you up with.

Chad didn’t know you too well besides what you’ve talked about in the tutoring sessions, so you wondered what could’ve possibly made him think he had the ability to set you up. But you went anyway, out of morbid curiosity. What was the harm?

That’s what brought you to this moment, in the dimly lit kitchen of this random house, the smell of sweat and alcohol floating through the air as you raided the fridge for a soda. The red jumpsuit you wore was just a tad bit too tight and restricted your movement, and you held your scissors in one hand while you took a coke from the shelf.

Ethan wandered the unfamiliar hallways of the house until he found escape from the mass of moving bodies, ones dancing to the music and stumbling around like a bunch of newborn deer. That was how he ended up in the kitchen, leaning against a cabinet, thankful for some space. The kitchen was empty.

“There’s no guy with an axe after you, is there?”

He was wrong. His head snapped to the voice, a sweet sound almost music to his ears, and saw somebody sitting on the counter right at the corner. How could he not have seen you?

“I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t catch it the first time, frankly because he didn’t think anyone was there at all.

You laughed, an even sweeter sound that he must’ve missed out on all his life. “Your costume,” You sipped from a coke in your hand then nodded to his makeshift knight outfit. “It’s Christopher. From Murder Party.”

He looked down at himself, as if he didn’t know what he was wearing. But he met your eyes once more when he realized someone finally knew it. “Yeah!” Cringing at sounding too excited, he toned it down. “Yeah. It is. And no, there’s no guy with an axe after me.”

“No Bill?”

“God, no.” He shook his head, flashing you with a wide grin, unable to help himself. He walked closer toward you. “You know, you’re the only who knows my costume.”

“To be fair,” You smirked. “It is kind of niche. You a big fan of horror comedy?”

He nodded, “Grew up with them. You?”

You shook your head. “More of a fan of elevated horror.”

That was when he processed what you were wearing, and saw the large scissors on the spot beside you. “You’re a tethered. From Us, right?”

“Yep,” You pursed your lips into a thin smile. “Can’t really beat Jordan Peele.”

Something, like a shadow, passed over your face for a singular moment that was difficult to miss. But you recovered quickly and continued the conversation.

“You don’t seem like a party guy,” You commented, more of an observation.

“I’m not, no. Not at all.”

“Me neither. Hate drinking.”

“Why are you here, then?”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder. “Some guy on the football team said he wanted to set me up with somebody. Don’t know where he is.”

“How do you know he didn’t just invite you here for himself?” Ethan got more confident as time went on, maybe it was the shots Chad had him take.

“He doesn’t seem like that guy.”

“How do you know he is who he says he is?”

By then, Ethan had gotten a little bit closer since the music was turned up. You didn’t mind the proximity though, and it seemed that he liked it.

“I don’t,” Your eyes narrowed. “But I’m a pretty good judge of character.”

He raised his brows. “Are you?”

It dawned on you that you never asked for his name. “What’s your name?”

“Ethan,” he breathed shallowly, seeing that you were only a few inches away from him. “You?”

“Y/N.” You held out your free hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Despite his sweaty hands, he took it.

A booming voice interrupted your slowly inching faces, to both of your disappointment.

“There you are!” You saw Chad at the end of the hall, then he did a double take. “And you! You guys know each other?” He was definitely a little drunk, from the slurring of his words.

“N—no, we don’t. We just met.” Ethan replied. Was he supposed to know you?

Chad strutted closer and gestured to you with a solo cup in his hand. “So, thoughts?”

You were taken aback. “Thoughts on what?” There was no way he was asking what you thought he was asking.

“On Ethan!” He shouted over the music. “He’s the one I wanted you to meet.”

He was. You sighed, biting your lip. You looked at Ethan, who was gaping and clueless right next to you.

Before you could say anything, a woman in an orange jack o’lantern top tapped Chad on the shoulder. “Hey, big guy.” He turned around. “You’re needed.”

Chad left on fast feet, leaving you and Ethan.

“For the record,” you tilted your head, leaning closer to him again. “I was gonna say I liked talking to you. I don’t know you that well yet, but I think we’d get along.”

He was relieved upon hearing that, to say the least. “I—I liked talking to you, too.”

You took out your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it, and pushing it in his direction. It was a few seconds until he understood, mainly because nobody had ever done that to him before.

“You want my number?” He needed to clarify that.

“Why else would I give you my phone?”

Ethan laughed. He may be nervous, but not once has he felt embarrassed in your presence. There was no one in the world who could do that to him, besides you.

He put his contact as ‘Ethan :)’ and saved it, closing the phone. As he handed it back to you, it lit up and something caught his eye in that millisecond that he saw your lockscreen. It was you with someone else.

“Who’s that?” He asked out of curiosity. Why did the woman in your lockscreen look familiar?

“Oh,” you sighed. “That’s Amber. She’s my best friend.” You didn’t feel like going into it right now, but by Ethan’s name and matching the description in your head, you had a feeling he was the one you were looking for. Richie’s family that Amber told you about who were just as crazy as him.

It dawned on Ethan. But there was a commotion by the stairs that caught both your ears—one of them sounded like Chad’s voice.

You checked it out, standing right next to Ethan when you finally saw the woman you’d been waiting for—the sole reason you offered to tutor Chad.

Tara Carpenter, the one who killed your best friend.

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Additional A/N: i didnt know where this was going when i began writing so it ended up here…for some reason. originally it was non-gf ethan and reader meet cute but i thought i’d switch it up. the backstory here is that amber and y/n are childhood friends and went to different schools, hence why core four doesnt know them. kind of a plot hole but! its whatever. idk. i also wrote in past tense bc it just felt right

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 x reader #scream x reader #scream #scream 6 #scream vi

[saltylandland]

‘Who hasn’t jerked off while their family was fighting downstairs?’

I.E I loved Lisa Frankenstein and while I don’t want to see cole sprouse in a porno (cuz I really don’t lol) this scene would’ve slapped so this post and this poll is what decided this fic. Sorry if this is unreadable I mostly wrote it sleep deprived

Warnings: y’all heard of David being the hidden romantic, but are you prepared for somewhat romantic! Marko? (More like virgin, obsessed with the reader) Vibrator, somewhat voyeuristic? Also Marko can turn into a bat instead of a revamped corpse for the purposes of our story

Also go watch Lisa Frankenstein y’all it’s so good

As you walk through the door you feel your soul escaping you, floating around dizzyingly. Surely it’s finding its way to hell before your body follows it, not that you particularly believed in hell anyway.

Greeting you in the front foyer is your father and step sister, with varied states of worry. Lovingly contrasted by your numbness. You bring her into a hug, comforting her over her missing mother. With a sharp sting you feel the bat in your pocket bite you through your clothes.

With a hiss you jump out of the embrace “ow you little shit” rubbing near the spot where he’d bitten you mutter quietly. Your sister looks at you through her tears, “what?” You subconsciously hit your pocket as nerves rack through you. “I said you must be going through it, hah ha”

Your sister nods with a rueful smile “yeah, I think we’re going to make a police report, would you like to join us?” Your back straightens as you inch up the stairs away from her “oh, you know, I choose to believe that she will be here first thing in the morning, making a police report makes it feel real, ya know?” With a watery smile she pulls you back in for a hug before you bolt, blissfully unaware of her mother’s two killers in front of her. “Yeah, she’ll be home tomorrow, then we can all laugh together about the missing person report”

“Yeah, truely” and with that you leap up the stairs to your room.

Even with the distance between them you could still hear your father’s and panicked step sister talking. Slowly you close your door before leaving it open a crack as Marko jumps out of your pocket, swiftly changing into his human form as soon as he could. Buzzing about, he digs through your closet for pyjamas and you two get ready for bed. It feels oddly… domestic.

Marko gets to bed first, patting the space beside him as you slowly crawl into your place. You heave a tired sigh as the day sets in on you, as you watch Marko grab the ‘massager’, offering to ‘massage’ you for your troubles.

Looking at his eager face you wouldn’t have been able to even conceive the look of utter bloodthirst he had on as he ‘got rid of the evidence’. But looking at his expression now, you don’t feel anything you probably should feel isn’t present. You didn’t want to go to the psyche ward your ‘intuitive’ step mother wanted to send you too, and looking at the person who made that go away…

He’s still fiddling with the vibrator, waiting till you let him massage you. Reaching for it, you stiltedly lean over. “You know… it’s not a massager actually… actually it’s used for…” gesturing wildly a bit, you gently push the wand down to your upper thigh. You see his back straighten as he hesitates for a second on what to do.

Trailing it up your thigh your body does a full body shiver as you giggle from nerves. There were countless times you’ve used the vibratior yourself, but there’s something about the alien feeling of the wand exploring your body in someone else’s hand. Up and over your stomach gently it goes all the way to your neck and back. Just like how he’s done before with his normal massages. This time, his lips trail over the same areas, ghosting over your skin carefully. Devotedly.

Marko watches your reactions with rapid attention, as the wand starts to dip back down to the lower half of your body. It started agonisingly slow, but as your breath hitches, he picks up the pace with an eager grin. He’s so close to your pussy you hold yourself back from grabbing at his hand to pull him closer, until you suddenly hear from beyond the loud thrumming of your wand. Your step sister crying louder as she talks on the phone and- oh fuck

Marko presses the wand right on your mound, so close to your clit, yet still a bit clumsy. But with the prep beforehand to make you all hot and bothered, it feels heavenly. Shaking you go grab his hand to push it away but he holds steady, your voice pitching uncontrollably higher that you worry your family below can hear you. Marko shows no remorse nor any signs of stopping, not that you’d want him too.

Moving the wand around to find the best reaction you can give and once he finds your clit you give him quite a show. Half leaning on his chest your back arches as you moan. One hand on the pillows below you and the other taken captive by Marko’s other hand. Which he holds up to his mouth to kiss. A sweet gentlemanly action as he rubs the sex toy directly over your clit.

You still listen disconnectedly to your family downstairs as they talk on the phone, but that worry only heightens your high. With a final desperate gasp you cum in your pyjamas. The lights in the house flicker from the voltage your vibrator requires.

Basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you listen to the sounds downstairs, your family have since finished the police report and dispersed to who knows where.

Fiddling with your clothes while you were distracted, Marko pressed the wand onto your bare skin. Looking at him quickly, you start to melt into his embrace once again.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb marko #tlb #marko x reader #marko the lost boys #the lost boys smut #the lost boys fic #tlb imagine #tlb marko x reader #lisa frankenstein

[ddarker-dreams]

Patiently waiting for your thoughts on Fontaine’s new archon quest 🫡

oh man. i do have some thoughts to share.

(warning for spoilers to those who haven't played through the latest archon quest)!

OKAY, so — overall? i enjoyed it. the fortress of meropide section felt a little tedious at times, i'm begging mihoyo to abandon those awful 'stealth' 'gameplay' sections. aside from that though, i was always interested enough to keep moving ahead. i especially like how they wrote navia. the story of her and her father got me emotionally invested in her as a character, i actually teared up at one point.

i was glad they avoided their infamous 'introduce a character and have them betray you' shtick. idk if that was a quota they had to reach before and that's why they did it so often, but in any case, it made for a refreshing change. the reveal of fontaine's history, the serial disappearances, focalors and furina; there were lots of intriguing story beats. furina's story might somehow be one of the saddest in genshin yet?? the execution of the reveal and the final conversation between focalors and neuvillette packed a strong emotional punch.

onto my gripes...

childe. why. why'd they do my man like that. the buildup was so interesting! the cutscene where he helps neuvillette subdue the space whale had me frothing at the mouth. him in his foul legacy armor ... his leitmotif playing... him growling and grunting.... oh, how happy i was, naïve thing that i am. i was a bit confused how they dedicated a total of three seconds to traveler and the floating fiend going 'oh wow there's childe ig.' like ??? at this point in the story, i thought they were sorta buddies??

the space whale's execution confused me. i expected it to be deeply tied to fontaine's past, or at the very least give some abyss bread crumbs, but it just kinda flopped around and stuff. the fight was cool, don't get me wrong. but the whole 'yeah this whale is some dude's pet lol' bit just felt odd. i get that they want to prove the Big Important Name Fella is suuuper important and suuuper strong but c'mon. at least make the space whale a creation that ran rampant or something.

i could've forgiven the space whale shenanigans if we got a nice conversation with childe at the end. how did he feel in the abyss? was he fighting the whale to keep the people of fontaine safe, out of bloodlust, or something in between? what was it like seeing skirk again? how much time felt like it passed when he was in whale abyss prison? does his vision resonate with him properly again?

instead, we just get a few throwaway lines that he's back in snezhnaya healing up. did they run out of budget to book his VA?? i get they have to be selective with lore drops, but there are so many ways around that.

my last major gripe is how they went about furina's character quest. maybe i'm just an oversensitive weenie (i definitely am), but the traveler and flying creature's interactions with furina... i was physically grimacing. how did they seriously think it was a good idea to ask the person who has been tormented by acting for 500 years to give the stage another shot? imo, it would've been fine if they tried that, furina rejected them, and everything played out about the same. but those bits where traveler + the imp kept pressuring furina felt so weeeeeeird. i genuinely didn't want to click the dialogue options. if this was framed differently, that would've also been fine, but it's kinda a 'haha :3 epic paimon says teehee te nandayo reddit gold' light.

tl;dr i liked the overall experience but someone needs to delete paimon from the game + treat their characters as more than a punchline.

#lock plays genshin #answered #Anonymous

[pixeljade]

Had a dream that they came out with another Distant Lands episode of Adventure Time which actually explained all the cosmic entities, framed through an explanation of where Prismo's sleeping old man came from. In the dream, the old man's name was just Paul and he was a guy on earth during the days leading up to the mushroom war who slept through everything. His family made jokes about how he would probably sleep through the apocalypse, and he couldnt hold down any jobs because he was always so sleepy. He had a wish to someday make the perfect pickle, but nobody took him seriously. He also had a small dog who always got jnto mischief. Meanwhile, in his dreams, he was communing with various gods, especially the cosmic owl. At some point the cosmic owl just casually says to him "Oh actually the apocalypse IS coming lol" and he just freaks out, and cosmic owl just says something about seeing if he can get him a job with his boss, changing the subject awkwardly. Paul says "yeah sure, whatever", and then wakes up to an air raid as bombs are dropping in his neighborhood. He runs, and falls down into a sewer, which somehow lets him survive the initial blast, but he get irradiated. From then on out we see Paul moving from refugee camp to refugee camp, surviving the final days of humanity, while his dreams seem empty, and he laments that even what he thinks are his imaginary friends have given up on him. Meanwhile, we're shown Cosmic Owl going to their boss, who we only ever see as a ball of pulsing light which changes color constantly, and speaks through a monotonous drone. The Cosmic Owl then gathers all the cosmic entities to discuss Paul, and all of them agree that Paul is worth saving--of interest is that Scarab is amongst those saying this. But that direct interference just to save one guy isnt okay. But what they CAN do is pull out his inner cosmic essence and ascend him to godhood, something Cosmic Owl laments as not being ideal. So then Cosmic Owl comes to Paul, as he's ain a group of survivors, the children of which have animal hats, and Paul is about to turn into one of the goo monsters that result from radiation. Cosmic Owl says he has a way out of his horrible fate, but its kinda a monkey's paw type deal. Paul simply says sure, and Cosmic Owl tells him to shut his eyes, and focus on what his inner cosmic essence tells him he should do. Paul just smiles sadly and says, he's met so many people who never got to see their wishes to fruition, he just kinda wants to be able to bring their wishes to life. Suddenly, Paul's shadow starts turning pink, and Cosmic Owl whisks him away from earth, knowing that he cannot be there any longer, pulling him to one of the many random floating rocks in space. And then boom, suddenly, reality unfolds into the cube Prismo lives in, right above Paul, and Paul heals up and falls into a deep sleep. Prismo and Cosmic Owl have a quick conversation, where its clear Prismo has no memory of Paul's life, but Cosmic Owl makes some comment about pickles, and Prismo lights up talking about making pickles. Cosmic Owl smiles gently, appreciating that there's still a little bit of Paul in there, even if Prismo isnt him. Cosmic Owl explains his job as wishmaster real quick, and goes on his way to report back to the others. Prismo starts flipping through channels, fast forwarding through ones, and ends up seeing Jake making bacon pancakes and smiles. Then we cut away to Cosmic Owl with the other entities from earlier, explaining Prismo, and Scarab gets pissed. Scarab apparently really loved talking to Paul, and now Paul was forbidden to ever awaken, so long as Prismo was free to be himself. He swore vengeance on Prismo then and there, saying that if he made even the slightest mistake, he would take him down and bring Paul back. And thats when the episode ended.

And yes, i do dream entire episodes of things sometimes with complete plot points. My brains just like this.

#adventure time #prismo #prismo the wishmaster #distant lands #cosmic owl #scarab adventure time #scarab

[lnfours]

sideline (two) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a short but also sweet 2k

warnings -> mentions of family loss, language, fluff, all the feels, toms the best fake bf idk...

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it had been a week since you and tom had started ‘dating’. it was working out well and people started believing in it whenever they’d see the way you’d both put on a show in front of others. and when sarah and mia had questioned what was going on, they both happily squealed at your response. 

now you sat on your bed, scrolling through different social medias to pass the time until you felt tired enough to go to bed. you stopped your scrolling process when a messages notification popped up at the top of your screen. 

tom hey, you busy? 

you clicked on it, the screen brightening as your fingers tapped against the keyboard. 

y/n not really, just trying to make myself tired why? something wrong? 

you watched as the ‘read’ popped up under your blue message. the bubble with three little dots popped up on his end. 

tom can’t sleep lol and i’m kinda craving some ice cream  wanna join? 

you smiled, typing out a response.

y/n  sure! 

tom cool :)  i’ll pick u up in 10? 

y/n sounds good :)

you got up out of bed and threw on a hoodie overtop of your tank top, grabbing some socks and shoes before heading downstairs quietly. the two other girls were already asleep, getting their rest in before their 8ams in the morning. 

you grabbed your wallet and house key out of your purse, watching as a car pulled into the driveway. you quietly opened the front door, stepping outside and locking it behind you before making your way to the passenger side of his car. 

“hey,” you smiled, getting in. he smiled back at you. 

“hey,” he looked over at your hoodie, “you like the bruins?” 

you looked down at your hoodie, “oh, it was my dad’s. hockey was his favorite sport.”

he nodded, pulling out the driveway. he handed you his phone that was unlocked, “you can choose the music if you want to.”

you clicked on the spotify icon on his phone, going through his liked songs playlist. you let out a soft laugh, clicking on the one direction song towards the top of the playlist, “you like one direction?”

he smiled back over at you from the driver’s side, “hell yeah! some of their songs are catchy.”

you shook your head, still smiling as you looked out the window. you couldn't explain it, but something about being with tom made you feel comfortable. everything about him made you feel like you could tell him anything and everything, talk for hours about whatever crossed your minds. 

he looked over at you, “you alright?”

you turned back to the brunette, a content smile on your face, “yeah, sorry. just thinking.”

“about?”

you shrugged, “just about life, i guess?”

he pulled into a space in the parking lot, “talk over some ice cream?”

you nodded, the two of you getting out of the car. you both walked up to the order window, placing your order. when you went to pay, he pushed your arm aside.

“no, i’ve got it.”

“nope, this was my idea. let me.”

you huffed, sending him a look as the cashier smiled at the both of you, “i remember when my husband and i were your age. it was always an argument whenever it’d be time to pay.”

you both let out a soft laugh, smiling at the woman. he fished a few dollar bills out of his wallet, sticking them in the ‘tips’ cup propped up in the window. she smiled at him again.

“here you go, hun,” she said, handing him his card back before looking over at you, “he’s a keeper, sweetie.”

you smiled, “can’t argue with that.”

he playfully rolled his eyes at you, the two of you thanking the older woman before stepping to the pickup window. once the two of you had your ice cream in your hand, he led you back to the car. this time, he opened the door for you.

“putting on a show for that woman, huh?”

he laughed, shaking his head, “shut up and get in the car.”

you laughed back at him, sitting down on the leather seat before he closed the car door. he made his way around to the other side, closing the door.

“so,” he said after a little while, your ice cream almost finished as the condensation on the cup soaked through the napkins in your hand, “tell me everything i need to know about you.”

you hummed, taking the plastic spoon out of your mouth, “like what?”

“your favorite color, favorite song, about your hometown, parents,” he shrugged, “what cringey phase you went through in middle school,” you chuckled as he smiled, “seriously, anything.”

you sighed, “well, i don’t have a favorite color or a favorite song, there’s just too many options for both of those things,” he nodded, “uhm, born and raised in boston, i don’t really plan on leaving, either.. and i definitely went through an emo phase in middle school.”

he smirked, “i can picture that,” he said, “what about your parents?”

you bit down on your lower lip, putting your ice cream cup in your lap, “well, it’s just me and my grandmother. my mom wasn’t in the picture, and my dad passed when i was 15. ever since then, it’s just been me and her.”

his expression softened, “im so sorry.”

you waved him off, sending him a tight lipped smile, “it’s okay.”

he shook his head, “i can’t imagine,” he put his ice cream trash in the cupholder of the car, “i mean, i was wondering about your word choice earlier when i asked about the sweatshirt, but i just didn’t expect-”

“tom,” you placed your hand on his arm to keep him from rambling apologies, “it’s okay. really.”

his eyes met yours and you smiled softly, “sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes, “stop apologizing!”

he put his hands up in fake surrender, “okay, okay!”

you both chuckled as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. you decided to be the one to break it, “what about you?”

he hummed before answering, “well, my favorite color is blue, favorite song changes but currently it’s ‘take me where your heart is’ by q, because unlike someone i know, i can pick.”

you playfully swatted at his arm, “fuck off.”

he smiled, leaning back in his seat, “uhm, what else… oh, born and raised in london, i’ve got three younger brothers, two of them are twins. i’m hoping to go pro with hockey, and uhm… i was a theater kid in middle school.”

“okay, being a theater kid is kinda dope,” you argued, “props to them, they have more talent than i have.”

he nodded, “yeah, it was a fun time.”

“what about your parents?” you asked and you watched him shift in his seat, unsure on wether or not he should talk about it. you gave him a reassuring smile, egging him on to talk about them.

“they’re y’know, parents,” he said, “my mom’s more supportive about other stuff, and my dad pushes me to play hockey like he did in college, wants me to be better than he was.”

“your dad played hockey?”

“yeah, back in the 90s,” he shrugged, “never made it pro, though. so i guess he’s trying to live through me to get the life he wanted.”

“is that how you ended up in boston?”

he nodded, “yeah, best school with the best hockey team. didn’t have much of a choice.” he looked back over at you, “what about you, though? what’re your plans for after graduation?”

you shrugged, “haven’t really gotten there yet. i’m hoping to land a internship with a book publishing company here in the city by the end of spring semester, and then i guess we’ll see where that leads me.”

the music was still playing softly as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. you looked over at him as he scrolled through his spotify playlist, his face softly illuminated by the dim lighting on his phone. he looked so pretty, so soft…

no, stop it. this is supposed to be a fake relationship. no strings attached, remember?

you pulled your gaze away and checked the time on your phone, 10:45pm. even though it was late at night, you weren’t tired at all. 

“oh, i forgot to tell you,” his voice broke through the silence, “there’s a game this friday, you should come.”

you let out a soft groan, “do i have to?”

he chuckled, “part of the deal, remember?”

those damn rules.

“okay, fine. but im bringing mia and sarah.”

he shrugged, “fine with me.”

after a few more minutes of talking about classes tomorrow, you both had come to the conclusion that it was getting late and the two of you should head back. the drive was short back to your house, tom pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ice cream,” you smiled, “i owe you.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” he smiled, “was on me, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, “fine, next time it’s on me, okay?”

he shook his head with a laugh, “whatever helps you sleep at night, love.”

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach that erupted at the nickname, smiling back at him as you got out of the car, “goodnight, thomas.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

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the next morning was chaotic. the quad was filled with students trying to find their way to their classes, booths set up in the middle encouraging them to join certain clubs. you walked with your headphones in, looking down at your phone as you opened spotify. 

you typed in the song tom had mentioned the night before, listening to it. you were curious about what his music taste was like, no other reason. none at all. 

you jumped as someone tapped you on the shoulder, tugging an earbud out as you spun your head into the direction of the person behind you. you relaxed when you noticed the messy flop of brunette curls. 

“jesus, you really have to stop stalking me.”

“well, good morning to you, too, sunshine,” the british accent filled your ears, “and to be fair, this is literally the main hub of everyone who goes to this school.”

he turned around in a circle with his arms out, gesturing to the amount of people walking through. you playfully rolled your eyes, “what do you want, holland?”

“what? i can’t walk my ‘girlfriend’ to her first class of the day?” he asked, using air quotes when he said ‘girlfriend’. he held his hand out for you to give him your bag, which you obliged, knowing he wouldn’t give up without a fight. 

“where you heading?”

“english with wilson,” you said the next sentence with a sarcastic tone, “the best way to start my morning.”

“he’s such a snoozefest,” he rolled his eyes, “always talking about shit that doesn’t matter.”

you chuckled, nodding in agreement, “where are you heading?”

“oh, i’m free until my class at 2,” he said, opening the door to the building for you, “might just go sit in the lounge for a little bit.”

you nodded, walking towards the staircase, “sounds like an interesting morning.”

“oh, for sure.”

he walked you to the door, handing you back your bag, “i’ll be back here at noon.”

“you don’t have to walk me to and from, it’s okay.”

he shrugged, “i want to.”

your eyes drifted when you realized the group of boys were heading to the same room as you. your eyes locked on jack’s blue ones, a pit settling into your stomach. tom caught on that you weren’t paying attention, his eyes shifting to the blonde who walked past you.

jack’s eyes shifted from you and to tom. tom sent him a nod, smiling as jack ignored him, entering the lecture.

you sighed, “maybe i should go see advisement about switching.”

“no, this is good,” tom said, “i can come here every morning and make him jealous.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“always am,” he smiled, walking backwards as he sent you a smile, “see you at noon, darling.”

you walked into the lecture and found a seat, sitting down and thinking to yourself and shaking your head as you smiled softly. 

tom holland was going to 100% be the death of you.

                                  ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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xoxo, jordan

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[swantranslations]

Viva la liberty - Amemura Ramada & Yamada Saburo (Translated Lyrics)

From Hypnosis Microphone Division Rap Battle, Disc: The Block Party -HOODs-

Lyrics: TOPHAMHAT-KYO

Compose: TeddyLoid, TOPHAMHAT-KYO

Arrange: TeddyLoid

Lyrics:

Turn it turn it up

Turn it turn it up

どうしようもないって 諦めそうでも

Even when you feel like there’s nothing you can do, like you want to give up

底抜けのポジティブ着こなして

You still have to dress up with your boundless positivity

天真爛漫に I walk down the street

I walk down the street innocently and purely

上げな上げなゲイン

Our gain is always building up

立ち止まってたって 悩みは止まらない

Even if we stop our steps, it wouldn’t make our troubles vanish

いち抜けちゃおう　キックス弾ませて

So let’s just leave before it catches up with us, start a beat with our kicks

縦横無尽に行こうぜ I walk up the street

Let’s go without limitations, I walk up the street

いつでもいつも通りの

It doesn’t matter when, we live on as usual

僕らで It’s on, ON&ON

It’s always on, on & on for us

きらり描いてもっと煌々

Let’s sketch out more of our shining glory

いつまでも Don’t stop the music

No matter when, don’t stop the music

どこまでも Don’t stop the music

No matter where, don’t stop the music

Bad day yay yay yay スワイプして

If it’s a bad day-yay-yay-yay, just swipe left on it

Good day yay yay yay スマイルみて

If it’s a good day-yay-yay-yay, then show your smile

ほらだんだん縮まる距離

See, we are closing our distance step by step

空 Sundown 繋がるストーリー

Our story goes on even when the sun is down

Say yeah yeah yeah yeah 楽しむだけ

Say yeah yeah yeah yeah, just enjoy the moment

いつも忙しないシティを尻目に進む Smooth

Going forward smoothly in this always bustling city

Follow me 夜風に背中押されて綴る Groove

Follow me on my groove that’s inspired by the night wind

Alright 誰もが通る

Alright, everyone has times like this

素直になれない理由なんてあってないようなもの

There’s no reason for us to not be honest with ourselves

ビターな想い出　がむしゃらに掴んで

Grabbing our bitter memories by force

流星のような Three point シュート

Like a shooting star, let’s throw them out like three pointers

いつでもいつも通りの

It doesn’t matter when, we live on as usual

僕らで Let’s go, More and more

Let’s go more and more with us

ひらり回って跳んでいこう

Moving forward lightly as we turn and jump

軽やかに Don’t stop the music

Freely, don’t stop the music

鮮やかに Don’t stop the music

Brilliantly, don’t stop the music

ありきたりなプライドで 着飾る真似はやめて

Stop masking yourself with such generic pride

ありのままで 至る Faraway

Just let it go and it shall reach faraway

ひかり輝く星となろう

And turn into shining stars

Ride on 銀河に浮かんだコットンキャンディー

Let’s ride on the cotton candy that’s floating in the Milky Way

掻き分ける Space ship 打ち鳴らす Break beats

Chase the spaceships away, break up the beats

響け Music

Let music fill up the sky

もっと自由に

More freely

僕らが見せてあげる　とびきりの Liberty

We will show you the best kind of liberty

いつでもいつも通りの

It doesn’t matter when, we live on as usual

僕らで It’s on, ON&ON

It’s always on, on & on for us

きらり描いてもっと煌々

Let’s sketch out more of our shining glory

いつまでも Don’t stop the music

No matter when, don’t stop the music

どこまでも Don’t stop the music

No matter where, don’t stop the music

Bad day yay yay yay スワイプして

If it’s a bad day-yay-yay-yay, just swipe left on it

Good day yay yay yay スマイルみて

If it’s a good day-yay-yay-yay, then show your smile

ほらだんだん縮まる距離

See, we are closing our distance step by step

空 Sundown 繋がるストーリー

Our story goes on even when the sun is down

Say yeah yeah yeah yeah 楽しむだけ

Say yeah yeah yeah yeah, just enjoy the moment

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Translator’s notes:

I only saw the song’s teaser last night, and I made some kind of $#@&* noise which made my sis give me the stinky eyes. They are SO CUTE!!! My two favs singing a duet is like a dream come true for me, and since I’m not seeing any translations on google so I thought ok I guess I’ll do it myself lol. Luckily these two aren’t the type to use really archaic words xD so I managed to finish the translations relatively fast.

Ramada and Saburo’s voices go along so well! Them together is just cuteness overload and I’ve been longing for a team up between them for super long. Can’t believe it really happened!!

#hypmic translations #hypnosis mic #division rap battle #ramuda amemura #Amemura Ramada #yamada saburo #saburo yamada #fling posse #buster bros #lyrics translations #Spotify #Youtube

[rayslittlekitten]

Heavyweight

A/N: Okay so I've had this idea floating around for a long while. This is inspired by Commitment Issues written by the lovely @coweye. I'm not a Benny person but this series really got me hooked. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it. This was also inspired by "Emily" by James Arthur (YT link below) and this whole music video formulated in my head but I really wanted to write this so the challenge was to translate this music video in my head into a fic. The music video, I imagined more like intercuts and no dialogue at all. Basically a montage of key parts of the fight and also him warming up and getting ready for the fight and slo mo shots. I can go on and on about how I imagined this music video so let me stop there lol, but I hope this also gives the same feel that I've been going for. Also, thanks to @musings-of-a-rose for beta reading this for me! Enjoy!

Rating: T? (for violence)

Word Count: 1517

Plot: Benny has a lot weighing on him.

Contains: mild violence? (MMA fighting), a little blood, mentions of pregnancy and birthing

Benny keeps his head down, focusing on his hands as his brother carefully wraps them.

"How does that feel?" Will asks.

Benny forms a fist and then opens his hand back up, flexing it back and forth to test the tightness and comfortability.

"Feels good," Benny nods.

While waiting for his fight, Benny warms up to keep himself distracted. After some stretching and doing some mitt work with Will, he jumps rope for a bit while trying to keep his mind clear, counting each jump as he makes it. Counting is a method Will uses to stay grounded and focused. It’s never worked for Benny but he’ll try just about anything right now.

Minutes before it's time for him to walk out, he takes a few moments to himself. Will leaves him alone with just his thoughts and there are more of them than usual. He pulls out a sonogram out of his locker and looks at it. He silently makes a little prayer and finishes just in time when Will interrupts.

"Hey, you're up."

Benny turns to look back at his brother and nods before kissing the picture and putting it away.

"You ready for this?" Will asks, grabbing both sides of his face.

"Hell yeah," Benny nods.

Will lays a gentle slap on Ben's face before gripping his shoulders.

"Hell yeah, you got this. Come on!"

The brothers walk down the wide empty hallway. The plain white walls and overhead fluorescent lighting makes it look sterile. As they continue making their way, they pass under a flickering bulb.

"From Red Feather Lakes, Colorado, standing six foot three, weighing in at 195 pounds... Ben Miller!"

When they enter the venue, the crowd goes crazy. Rock music fills the space and bright lights flash. The venue is sold out and "Benny" can be heard chanting. Ben's chest puffs out and his stance tall as his eyes are only focused on the octagon while he makes his way inside the cage. He's even tuned out all the noise and staying in fight mode.

When he gets inside the cage, he loosens up his limbs while waiting for his opponent. Will says something to him from his corner and he nods while staring down the guy on the opposite side of the ring. Ben makes his way to the center where the ref is. After quickly reciting the rules, they bump gloves and the bell goes off.

Round 1:

The men start dancing around each other, feeling each other out. They both take turns testing out their jabs, seeing how the other would react. The crowd roars when Benny gets the first hit. Benny catches a hook and stumbles back before falling. His face hits the mat and his opponent gets right on top of him. Before he can react, another blow hits his cheek.

"Arms up, Benny! Protect your head!" Will shouts.

Benny blocks the next hit when he finally brings his arms up. He curls up on his side while also protecting his midsection.

“Don’t give him your back!”

Benny is able to turn over onto his back but his opponent tries to mount him. Benny uses his legs to put some distance between them, preventing his opponent from getting the advantage. The opponent swoops for a hook but Benny is able to quickly roll away and get back on his feet. The crowd cheers at his recovery.

The two are back dancing.

Round 2:

Benny catches a kick and with his height advantage, brings up the leg and makes his opponent lose balance. His opponent hops on one leg trying to stay up as he swings at Benny, eating a jab or two but he’s unaffected.

The leg gets yanked from under Benny’s arm and he gets push kicked, causing him to take a few steps back. Both now have their hands up, anticipating each other's next move. His opponent throws a few jabs, testing his reach as Benny dodges them.

"Come on, Benny! Stop fucking around!" Will screams.

Benny cautiously inches closer to the man in front of him and gets a jab in. Feeling more confident, Benny takes another step and throws a cross which gets dodged. Feeling bold, Benny charges at him, wrapping his arms around his hips and trying to take him down. His opponent throws hammer fists at his back trying to get him off. Instead, Benny lifts him up and throws him down on the mat. Whistles and applause emerge from the crowd.

Round 3:

Benny's gloves are over his head and face as he gets plummeted with punches. He finds his back against the cage. As he tries to get away, his opponent's right fist collides with his face right as the bell rings, making Benny stumble back, almost completely losing his footing if it wasn't for the support behind him. By the look of the offender's face, his advances didn't produce the result he was hoping for. He was sure that would knock Benny out, especially after the countless blows. Will isn't the only one with a hard noggin.

"Fuck!" Benny shouts and then makes his way back to his corner with clenched fists and jaw.

"Fuck!" he echoes as Will wipes his bruised and bloodied face down with a towel.

"Hey," Will starts.

Benny is staring down the man on the opposite side as Will cleans up the new cut on his cheek and continues to coach him. His opponent looks back just as intensely as both of their chests rapidly rise and fall.

"Benny! Are you listening?" Will smacks his face.

"Yeah, stay on the ground."

"Look at me," Will says.

"Hey, look at me!" he repeats and forces his brother to make eye contact. "You got this, okay? I know you have a lot going on in here-" he says pointing to the top of his head. "And a lot going on here too," now pointing to his heart.

"But don't worry about that," Will continues. "Because she's gonna know her daddy is a contender. You owe yourself this last fight to go out like the fucking champ that you are. Do you hear me?"

Benny nods.

"You got this," Will reminds him. "Now finish this!"

Round 4:

Benny nods again, but with more assurance behind it. He then lets out a roaring scream while punching his gloves together. He jumps up and puts his fists up, ready and charged up to continue the fight. Bobbing and weaving, bouncing side to side, he makes his way closer to his opponent. After touching gloves, the bell rings immediately and he instinctively dodges the jab thrown at him and counters one with his own, hitting his opponent in the ribs, quickly followed by a hook to his liver. His opponent stumbles before falling.

Benny jumps on top of him, successfully mounting him and then rains punches down his face and head. His opponent curls in as he protects himself, allowing Benny an opportunity to slip behind him. With Benny's long legs wrapped around his opponent's waist, he's able to slip an arm around his neck after a few attempts.

"Yes! You got this!" Will shouts while shaking the cage.

After successfully putting the man in a headlock, Benny arches back, holding his torso down while pulling back on his head, stretching the opponent out. The crowd goes wild.

"BEN-NY! BEN-NY!"

The chanting encourages Benny and he uses all his might to keep his opponent straightened out as he continues to put more pressure on his neck. The thrashing continues in his arms.

"Put him to sleep!" Will yells.

Benny grunts and gives a little more squeeze, keeping his opponent in place and holding on for his life.  Finally, he feels tapping and the ref's hands on him, trying to pull him away. Benny instantly releases his defeated opponent and gets to his feet. Deafening cheers erupt and he roars as he bounces around the ring, throwing his fists in the air.

When Will jumps into the cage to celebrate his brother's win, Benny collides with him, wrapping his arms around his best corner man. A man who will eventually become the godfather to his unborn child.

***

Benny walks as fast as he can down the hallway with Will behind him trying to catch up, the white light above illuminating him more as he passes under them. Their pacing picks up and they're practically running at this point.

In the room, Benny is holding onto his girlfriend’s hand and coaching her through the birthing. She cries when she sees the baby, holding her against her body.

Benny cradles the wrapped newborn baby in his arms, being very careful. He stares down at her, studying every little part of her. Her eyes are barely open and her face is so small and squishy. He brings his pointer finger up and gently nudges his daughter’s fist. He smiles when she grabs onto his large finger, barely able to wrap her hand around it.

“Your daddy may have had his last fight, but I promise to never stop fighting for you.”

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[grimmbitty]

Kinda a more interesting post for tonight. This is a comic page mock-up that I did for the third act of my Shazam story! ^_^ ⚡️

The idea here is that this is kinda the “inside” of the spell that allows Billy to share his powers with his siblings. In this scene Billy’s has just gotten ahold of The Wizard’s staff, causing it to activate its magic. So, we see a glimpse of Billy and all his siblings starting to magically float off the ground during the final battle against Black Adam. Showing that they are being affected by a spell of some sort.

Then, suddenly Billy is transported into this “mind palace”, that is a kinda like a shared liminal space to represent the connection Billy has formed with his siblings over the course of the story. When Billy is transported here, he finds shadowy figures of his siblings standing in the middle of a black, shadowy, fog.

He quickly approaches them, scared and confused. He’s unsure of what is happening, because he’s just not that familiar with magic yet. He’s trying to talk to Freddy, and ask him for help, but Freddy is not able to respond/interact with Billy. This shadowy figure is kinda like a “placeholder” for Freddy, and the other siblings as well. So, that’s why he’s unresponsive in this scene.

However, while this spell is happening, Tawny is trying to get through to Billy. Shouting at him to say the magic word, “Shazam” and complete the spell. Then, once Billy hears Tawny’s voice echo through this liminal space, he says the magic word, completes the spell, snaps back into reality, and sees that he’s temporarily empowered his foster siblings with the powers of living lighting. Meaning, this is my introduction to the Shazamly! Yay! 🎉

Once the spell is completed these shadowy “placeholders” for his siblings will be replaced with their actual consciousness, and they’ll look like their normal selves. Meaning, that when they all are using the powers of Shazam, they’ll have a shared liminal space where they can sense each other’s connection. However, we don’t see this “setting” again for the rest of the story, because it’s not really relevant once Billy has successfully opened his heart, and shared the powers with his siblings.

It will be relevant again if/when I write more stories in this universe. But for now, I’m just focusing on Billy’s origin story and putting the Shazamly in the third act.

But yeah, I just wanted to share this little snippet from the third act of my story. I have pretty much finished outlining my first story completely. I just don’t want to post it here yet, until I’ve turned my outline into like an actual screenplay or something lol. If you’re wondering what I’ve wrote,so far, it’s basically like if the 2019 Shazam film had more of a focus on fantasy and found family, instead of a focus on horror and wish-fulfillment. Which are all good themes but, I just wanted to tell my version of this story, and double down on my favorite tropes. :^).

So if you like Shazam, fantasy, found family, or just fan made stories in general stay tuned, I should have time to format and post my story, in its entirety, pretty soon!

Enjoy~✨

#captain marvel #captain marvel dc #fawcett comics #shazam #shazam 2019 #dc comics #billy batson #shazam:cobl #digital art #digital illustration #freddy freeman

[crabbng]

I've been trying to study your art style, your backgrounds I mean. Can you tell me or explain in someway how you like draw your backgrounds? Like sometimes you'll have characters interacting with an object or part of the world so you only draw that object in white space. But sometimes you go the whole nine yards and draw everything.

In white space you leave it up to us the reader to understand that the character is in that area without drawing it and that's so cool to me.

How do you know when to not redraw a background? Like in the scene when Chaarose was talking to the old lady. There was hallways drawn and you drew most of the room but for the most part the only thing that we saw was the couch/chairs so we know they were in a room but the background was white and not very much detail but we understand this was her room how did you do that? You do this with a variety of other panels like when they are in Hana's house (when baby first turns humanoid) you sometimes draw the couch or the table and there are things that indicate walls but I think it's my favorite thing in the world when you do this.

Basically my question is how do you know when to do this and how do you go about doing this? Do you just decide I dont wanna draw that background again so the reader knows where the characters are? Or do you do something else?

thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it ☺️☺️💕

i guess it's a consideration of what's important to communicate in that panel. is this an establishing shot/do i need to set a new scene? do i want to focus on the character and what they're saying? do i need to convey space in order to achieve a certain mood? (like the more recent pages of chaar where she's sitting in front of the sea looking very small)

the other thing is like. how have i arranged the people in the panel. if they're sitting down and i want to show more than their torso, it's going to look weird if i just draw them sitting on nothing. generally the more i show of a character, the more background i put behind them.

the OTHER other thing is.. man i got all these pages to draw 🤣🤣 i CANNOT be drawing backgrounds in every panel (nor should i, it gets too cluttered)

there's a sort of rule of thumb I've heard of having at least 1 panel of background per page, to ensure the reader remembers where they are, which i think is a decent starting point if it's something you're unsure about.

so yeah, idk how helpful this is, i may have rambled a bit but like. consider what the point is in having a background in a panel. whether that be you need to establish a location, your characters would be floating around otherwise, or it's important to evoke a certain mood. I'm sure there are other things, but that's GENERALLY what i consider.

imo the less backgrounds you draw per page.. the better lol. save yourself the time and wrist stress 🤣 but im also someone who enjoys focusing on characters more, so i am biased!!

amyways. hope that helps. or is interesting. i appreciate the question tho!! i am flattered u enjoy my work ☺️ feel free to hmu with more questions!

#asks #noeggets

[redraven3093]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 21

WAKE CHAYANNE YOU WILL DIE IF U DON’T DO YOUR MISSIONS OMG PLS

“I’ll stay Alive dad” he says as he did ZERO MISSIONS- lol he did just be Cucurucho all week

“bad lookn SO HOT” QSMP had change him omg

??was Dapper talking to Bad’s Chat??-oh yes he did!!

PHIL NO D:<

“I can be MORE of a shit head”

YES make a new Weapon- cause apparently yours are trash according to Etoiles

Ohh new music- its nice :D

the Dorime song is a copy right one good to know

?? who ruin the old man’s lawn??

CHAYANNE IM GLAD TO SEE YOU KIDO WE MISS YOU

“im not dead yet” he lied

Omg its Tallulah lol- PHILZA PLS THE 4th wall was just fixed u cant break I on first day

Selective literacy of course

POG to Tallulah for trying to roleplay Chayanne she is such a trooper

Yes that so crazy yes yes

Tubbo raid hello

Disclaimer : NOT CHAYANNE

Ohh a forbidden block?- oh don’t you dare play dirty Challulah

Omg PHIL pls these kids have a life

YAY EARLY BIRB STREAM - Omg Tallulah is ALSO ONE OF THE CROWSS??

Ohh MOVIE night?

Safety first before adventure

Aww but Phil think about the AEISTHETIC for your Angel of Death thing- SEE you got ALL the Materials

Godamn those hips- PHILZA PLS

Lol the kids alredy have them

I mean Etoiles was Right your gears was quite shit

Thanks Tubbo

LUCKY DUCKS YEAHH

Ah yes of course “chayanne” did not know Phil adopted her- PHIL PLS THE SONG

Oh god they do that back then?

Challulah update time

Oh the French national day?- ohh Horses- you guys did WHAT to Foolish??- and you Guys become him??-  Kelp didn’t help oh no-  mean he did ask for it- of Course Tallulah will know better.

Xoxox gossipgirl

Of course you are Chayanne kiddo we all believe you

 Ohh new plant pet- RAINBOW??GLAS??- oh no they can get damage now??

Yeah aint that crazy she is with u guys in spirits

Oh god

Love that Phil’s threat was not an attempt at harm but his rage and ire

Oh fuck that Nightmare – ah FUCK CHALLULAH

OH HEY THE BRAZILLIANS

HEY RICHA BABY HOW ARE YOUU

Hey MIKE hii PAC and AYEPIERRE

Oh no the wither

Oh no why are u guys sayog sorry??- omg are they BRIBING HIM???

LOL THEY DID-LMAO they are so Funny- OMG PAC AND MIKE is so FUKIN Awsome

AWW YES THE WEIRD GRAPLING THINGY

Omg pierre don’t do that

BAD MADE THAT NEW BUILDING 2 DAYS AGO?

Yeah Etoiles was so Great

Opp Challulah?- ah forbidden space ok

Huh so the Lucky blocks have a cool down time? – holly that is long

Ah of course Fit will find a way to go around it

“don’t do illegal things in front of the eggs” Philza warns him “some of them have more power than you”, Pierre smiled warily “yes” he agree easily as he  lock eyes with the young egg Infront of him “ especially you”

Pierre where the fuq are we??-  YEY FLASH LIGHT

OMG it’s a DRILL

Diamond termites? Oh of course you want them Challulah

Cute and Deadly the perfect baby

Yu cant put your near death encounter at the end Challulah you’ll just put him more into a paranoia

It is true

Lol Chayanne pls you have no additional life anymore

DON’T SULK- oh now you trying to be cute eh?- he’s being a brat.

THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION THE KID SHOULD HAVE FLOAT ON WATER ALL THE TIME

LOL HOME

TALLULAH NOOO- LOL 4th wall GONE- oh Tallulah got new PC nice :D

Whats with the fence?- Reddit /architect

Reject the gay/j

Ohhh she plans ey?- a diagram?- YESS

Ohh YES

Omg that would be SO COOL

Aww thanks BAD and Dapper

He is such a good kid-

Oh wait oh no shit Tallulah would die- lol I could hear Kristin on background.

O yah this is goig to be so cool

MOVIE NIGHTT

Lol there is no going back now

Hi again Pierre

HI bad

Yeah you sleepy little shit- HAH clingy- SINGLE FATHER ARC lets GOO

I think Richa have the most parents I think

Dapper IS crazy- lol-

“They LISTEN to YOU”

YEAH the Cinema is fuked

Oh OMG CHAY- imean CUCURUCHO- but lets be Real Chayanne :D

Yeah ya lil shit

Opp where to go kiddo?

Omg bad pls nooo

Oh no Challulah voided- eh?

YEAH WORK OUT TIMEE

HI JAIDEN

Cucurucho the fuk?- hey no CHEATING-

HAH GET PRANKED- oh hey Chayanne- lol Kritin

Woah2 Cucurucho chill-  Cucurucho u know Phil can just teleport

Ungay him Phill

Oh hey Foolish

OMG you two- BBH and Foolish is such riot

AWW Preety :D

“a two year old Gunned me down before” foolish says

oMG you all killed me- Chayanne noo

“KELP DIDN’T HELP”

??- omg Foolish Noo- OOOOHHH the Teather is shiny now

Ballon oh you can bumb in to them

POPCORN-NOOOO0- no Jaiden

Hi Pomme

HI WALTER BOB

YEAHHH POP CORNN

Ohh GIFT

Lol the Barbie posters – omg you can put the ballon in the box- Ballon for Chayanne

Retail  Philza – Barbie ticket is gone – good lord he sound so used to it.

OH CHOKY MILK

Oh hey Walter- TICKETS –

FOOLISH WTF??

Hey Cellbit.

“im A bby gurll”

MOVIE TIMEE- yeh get the ballon – YOOO

Oh what happened to Walter?- oh yeh poor guy need to get out-MOVIEMOVIEMOVIE

cant fit all of it sadge

#don't mind me #qsmp #headcannons #qsmp eggs #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp live blogging #qsmp liveblog

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Y'know, I really like that Akari in oop is mostly a researcher and just kind of mid at battling. It's refreshing! And it makes a lot of sense if we consider that arceus prob just wanted the pokedex to begin with, and didn't realize there'd be a crisis that she needed to deal with. Even with its ability to yoink her from the future, I still think that if it had known its chosen human was going to immediately be met with frenzied nobles that it'd have warned her about that rather than just saying it wanted a catalog of its creations. Forewarned is forearmed after all. It's always just seemed out of place for it to not say anything about the impending fights for their life if it knew. So Akari being a very average, albeit modern pokemon trainer whose interests lie elsewhere is pretty neat! I also think it'd be kind of funny if arceus just kind of picked her at random. It knew it wanted from the future + interested in pokemon research and spun the lotto wheel. Didn't specify when in the future, didn't specify age, didn't specify battling experience, just got her mostly by chance. I think that since palkia and dialga are specifically in charge of space and time that they're able to be precise, while arceus only has a broad, but narrow reach. It can do stuff to manipulate time and space, but not very well. Anyway, got a little lost in the weeds there, but yeah I like that she's just Some Kid. It's a good contrast to Rei, who starts off being pretty garbage at battling, and Ingo and Emmet who are Very, Very Good at what they do. These kids need protection, and luckily they have some adults who are willing and able to provide it. I'm counting Cyllene and Laventon in that too, even though their ability to help is far more limited.

thank you!!!! yeah i think the kids being actually invested in dex work is really good and i wanna do more of it because. i like it. because the unown report in hgss was one of my fav things like ever. cause i think it's cute if it isn't just A Task to them, bc the game really gives that feeling, yanno? the protagonist IS actively updating their dex over time, recording things they catch, i think they really are interested in the research! plus it's fun if they're excited about it right alongside laventon. whole surveyfam gathered around the wallflower table having a heated debate about whether the spacetime distortion sneasel evolution should be called a regional sneasler variant or if it's different enough to be its own thing.

anyway. yeah this is a thing that i think is gonna be a fun challenge for oop in the future, is like, power scaling for all the different groups floating around. bc like. you have such a MASSIVE range in skill levels between them. where on the one side you've got people who are barely aware of battling as a concept, and then you've got people who only recently started practicing it, and then you've got akari, with this modern knowledge about it but not really a ton of time investment, and then over on the other side of the scale are these two pros. and even if people are at the same aggregate power level they're not necessarily good at the same things? like, i would place irida and rei to be roughly the same skill level at battling, but the key difference is a bunch of rei's knowledge is being pulled from his survey work and knowing a lot about the pokemon he's facing. whereas irida does not have nearly as many of them memorized, because why would she? that's not really a thing she's ever needed to know? but what she does have is ingo's training, which she applies in a more general way with strategies that don't depend as strictly on type matchups or special abilities, like turning powder snow into visual cover.

anyway point being it's gonna be kind of tough to make challenges that actually feel challenging for all these different groups, lol. like, something that is an intimidating but doable task for the miss fortunes is barely even enrichment for ingo and emmet. conversely, something that could challenge those two with their whole team plus tagalongs should rightly curbstomp any of the other smaller groups. this was sort of an angle when i was still trying to figure out how to write the vespiquen fight actionwise. asking "ok, how would you do this fight if you were perfect at it?" and then following that up with "what parts of that plan can't irida do, and what can she do instead?"

[ ftr the answer is bait out power gem -> leafeon mimic -> shotgun it while glaceon runs circles around it to hold its attention. once you've got that 4x effective move in your pocket you clean up much easier. but irida didn't know leafeon had mimic, and also doesn't know that power gem is so effective on vespiquen, a pokemon she's barely had contact with before now, and has a hard time splitting her attention between two different battle partners to the degree required to have one of them just monkeying around being distracting without it getting ko'd. so scaling those things back gets you a mimicked air slash and glaceon playing offense alongside leafeon. ]

...i'm just rambling now whoops. ANYWAY UH. what was the original topic. yeah i really like my akari too!! she's just very curious and loves pokemon a whole lot and really likes being helpful, but isn't necessarily so into battling specifically. that's more of an incidental "way to bond with my partners" than anything. so you get someone with a ton of knowledge but not a ton of experience in applying it, yanno? there's obviously more here abt battling conceptually and the vast array of interactions one can have with it, but, y'know. this is already really long. uh. thanks!

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #jailbirds au #waaaah why is it mondaaayyy orz i want to goof off and finish this data collection in pla so i can Use It

[michellezagenda]

not to keep bringing up the same old but your screenshot of that tt vid of "signs ur a lesbian teeheh" and the comphet nonsense should be a big topic to discuss among bisexual women who might feel alienated by other bisexual women. what i mean is, is that no wonder some bi women proclaim to be gay when they're not since the average bi woman tends to be more leaning towards OSA rather than SSA (nothing wrong with that ofc!), tend to want to end up with men rather than women, and/or exclusively date men and only want to hookup with women for fun. its like always looking at the word bi as meaning "only taking the opposite sex seriously and only seeing the same sex as a short term thing" and then when we don't relate to that, we or other people then chime in and say "oh that means you're a lesbian bestie!" which is just. no its hard because ssa-leaning bis/febfems are hated everywhere and get attacked from all sides, yes even in gay/lesbian circles as well. reddit has banned r/febfem so there's just no safe way of meeting other likeminded bi women without going through the hordes of bi women who spit on you for not wanting a male partner or make you apologize to them repeatedly for not wanting to talk about their partners enough. they also proclaim that we are trying to get on the good side of lesbians when all we want is to have a chance at having a serious relationship with a woman; that's not lesbian behavior, that's just same sex attraction behavior. sorry if this got long lol but yeah idk, it's hard to feel secure in our sexuality when our sexuality feels hated on by everyone and then when we do try to make our own spaces, it gets shut down eventually, and then we're just floating through space with no secure anchors to hang onto. and so i think this is why some bi women insist on being called lesbians; its the one only true way of finding community with other women who do want something serious and long-term. its wrong yeah but it makes sense, you know? what says you queen?

yea i get feeling alienated as a bi woman, i still feel alienated bc i just don’t like men as much as a lot of them do. i still find myself trying to force it too…

I wish that bisexuality was treated normally so everyone can know that just because you experience certain things as a bi woman doesn’t make u a lesbian and yea we need spaces where we can talk about being mostly ssa as bi women. This is why so many bi women call themselves lesbians, accidentally or not. I still don’t call myself a febfem bc 1) i think it’s pointless for me personally and 2) idk what the future holds

[boxfullaturtles]

What is your kingdoms heart au

Please I wanna know info dump everything to me pls

Hee hee hee! Okay!!!! So!

Originally I just wanted to do character designs and Keyblade designs 'cause I love doing that stuff. But then I got Too Into It. As you do.

Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, and April (and Casey Junior when he shows up) are all Keybearers in training. Dunno who's training them, because it's not Splinter. Actually played with the idea of the boys losing Splinter to Darkness but dunno if I wanna do that to them,, >> I'm still working on the profiles for Raph, Donnie, April, and Casey.

Anyway! They're all in training, learning how to work as a team, properly wield their Keyblades, use magic, the power of the Heart and all that jazz. They pop around to different worlds to expand their minds and be heroes and everything. I don't have a solid plot or anything, just vague ideas and snapshots of moments.

Like Casey Jr comes from future where their World fell to the Darkness--specifically the Krang. The Krang command legions of Heartless on top of the body horror shit they already do, so they're double the danger. In Casey's timeline, everyone fell one by one. Donnie went first, then Leo, then Raph, then April. Mikey was the only one left. Time travel in Kingdom Hearts is funky and has some weird rules about only being able to travel along your own timeline or something. But screw that. Mikey's a badass mage. He sacrifices his own heart to tear open a portal and send Casey back in time to stop the Krang invasion and the spread of Darkness.

And then I just got little ideas like, Donnie built the Turtle Tank Gummi Ship (and its Teenie Ships, the Shell Hogs). He has a space entirely to himself in the Gummi Garage that Chip and Dale just kind of gave him. He...tolerates them, at the most. Donnie's also got a lab in KH AU, but absolutely NO ONE is allowed in it. If he locks it, not even a Keyblade can open that baby up. He doesn't let anyone in there and he's extremely protective of whatever it is he works on. The others do eventually find out what he's doing and it's not...great. They'd be angry with him were it not for how they find out.

Leo doesn't actually get his Portal Chopped ability until after they stop the Krang invasion. I dunno how those events played out, probably drastically different from the movie lol, but I'm feeling the kind of "end of KH1, I will lock myself in the Realm of Darkness to spare my friends" kind of thing? Buuuuttt while he does think being able to wield two Keyblades is boss as fuck, he does not like Before the Fall. So he doesn't use Portal Chopped a lot. Maybe he should get over himself a bit.

I also like to think about them going to Disney Town and making an absolute menace of themselves. Mikey gets himself sick eating too much ice cream, Leo keeps trying to sneak into Disney Castle, Donnie probably pisses off the wrong people, Raph's gotten too excited about something and broken a few things OR he chases after Leo and they get into a friendly spat and cause a huge mess. April gave up trying to wrangle them a long time ago, she just watches the descent into madness with tired resignation.

KH Leo is extremely competitive and if something's got a score or record, he's got to beat it. He will absolutely be number one in everything on every world. It drives everyone else nuts.

So yeah it's just bits and bobs and ideas floating around. Mostly KH AU exists for me to play with designs. I love Keyblade design so much like holy shit it's so cool

#kh rise au

[your-old-sins-tournament]

12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE B

Infinity [@arthallea] (She/her)

This is Infinity! She's a magical dog who really just wants to be normal and is surrounded by friends who she thinks are idiots, lovingly. She had a troubled family life and despite all the expectations put on her, she just wants to be normal. I viewed her as the kind of loveable that Akane from Ranma 1/2 or Misty from Pokemon is! Abrasive at times, yet loving nonetheless. Her markings would all shine on the rare occasions she would use her magic powers!

I based her on who I was and what I wanted to be at the time - wanting to be free of everyone's expectations of me. Also, somehow she was my fursona but I still didn't know what a furry was yet. I consider her my first fursona, loosely! Perhaps not the *most* interesting but she held a lot of importance to me and helped lead me to where I am today!

Also, given the date on the submission of this, I was, in fact, 12 years old when I made her lol

Broanch (She/her)

okok so shes this human looking alien girl (technically this alien race evolved off humans so theres that) who was kinda just floating around in space looking for exoplanets one day because she just likes doing that and then she found one and decided to stay there for a while, during which nasa comes by and finds this exoplanet and tries claiming it but she's like "no i was here first"

but she doesnt exactly want this planet either shes just being stubborn so she decides to follow them back to earth and comes up with the totally great idea of doing a total drama type thing to decide who gets to have it and she sets this contest up as a club at a random highschool and a lot of the challenges involve going around space so shes just dragging these kids around with her to random planets and stuff she is completely unqualified to be doing this but the kids think its fun and shes having fun so why not (i say kids but shes barely older than them shes like. 19 i think? and theyre all 16-18)

shes also ridiculously OP because why not sjdffhkhsd the alien race she is evolved in an area with sparse resources so theyre able to planet-hop pretty easily and can survive floating in the void of space if need be and are also really strong shes also got like. imagine a video game stamina bar that lets you manifest objects and charged attacks out of energy. yeah shes got that and shes both a bounty hunter and wanted by the police the bounty hunter thing is cus she ran away from home and needed some source of money and ended up on this planet with a very bad homicidal animal population so might as well put that superstrength to use

and the wanted by the police thing is because she tends to just cause stuff and leave and she accidentally burned a few buildings down

there is probably more that im forgetting because i didnt write this down but thats the main points yeah

vote for her she is pure of heart dumb of ass and will bring you food randomly

#ocs #bracket tournament #ocs you made when you were 12 tournament #old sins #broanch #infinity #side b #polls