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catladyoftheyr · 2 months

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Muscle Memory

Pt 2

Miguel O’Hara x reader

Summary: you left town for your career, but you and Miguel always end up hooking up whenever you come back home.

Warnings/ Authors note: I was listening to Muscle Memory by Kelsea Ballerini and I had a vision and had to write it down.

Warnings and other things to be aware of : SMUT (FILTHY 18+ I’m so serious), alcohol, but neither character becomes inebriated, rough sex, unprotected p in v, light choking, filming of sex, oral sex for both parties, lots of dirty talk, creampie, facial, semi public sex/exhibitionism. You’re fucking against his car in a back alley parking lot.

Word count: 2.7k

Special tag for @lazyjellyfish300 I know you wanna read it bb 🕷️🪼

You haven't been home in months, but as you walked through the entryway of the local dive, you saw that your favorite spot on the end of the bar was still open. You slid onto the stool and ordered a margarita on the rocks. You sipped your drink quietly and pulled out your phone to check your email. You moved to a larger city after college for your career, but now it felt like work followed you everywhere you went, even off the clock. You were so absorbed in work that you didn’t notice that someone had taken the seat next to you at the bar: at least until you heard a familiar voice.

“Every time I see you you’re on that damn phone”

“Some of us have jobs, Miguel.”

“I have a job, thank you very much. It’s my bar you’re sitting in if I recall.” He smirked as he said the last sentence.

“Don’t you have work to do then? Besides terrorizing paying customers?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Miguel might be annoying, but he was still the closest friend you had back home. He’d never resented you for leaving town, even if he’d wanted you to stay.

“You know your drinks are on the house when you come here, cariño”. He made his accent heavy when he used the pet name. He knew you had a soft spot when he spoke Spanish. Miguel motioned to the bartender and ordered you another margarita

“It seems like bad business practice to give free drinks to any beautiful woman that walks through your door. O’haras is gonna close if you keep it up” you joked, sliding your phone back in your pocket.

“Aye, only for you. How long are you staying this time?” He replied. He slid your drink in front of you, toying with the straw. The glass looked comically small next to Miguel’s large hands. Your mind drifted to the nights where his hands had been tangled in your hair, palming your breasts, and inside your-

You came back to reality when you felt Miguel playing with your bra strap under your sleeve. The song had changed to something country, and Miguel was humming in your ear. “You know what they say, tequila makes her clothes fall off” he whispered as he slid your strap further down your shoulder.

You slid your strap back in place and moved Miguel’s hand back to the bar. “You’re gonna have to do better than if you want to get in my pants tonight, Mig.” You wanted him just as badly, but weren’t ready to give in just yet. You wanted to make him work for it. “I bet you can’t beat me at pool”

Miguel let out a loud laugh and threw back his head. “That’s not even a fair fight. I’d feel terrible seeing you lose.”

“Aww is Miggy scared to lose to a girl? Sounds like you’re a chicken” you replied, knowing exactly how to rile him up. You got a thrill out of agitating Miguel, the way his forehead creased, his mouth curling downward.

“I’m telling you right now that I’m gonna wipe the floor with you,” he shot back, clearly holding back a smile. “Don’t expect me to hold back just because you suck” he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less than the best from Miguel O’Hara.” You walked over to the pool table, sensing Miguel’s eyes trained on your ass as he ordered another round of drinks. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not polite to stare?” You called after him.

“I’m just admiring the view, baby”

If he wanted a show, you’d be sure to give him one. You made sure to raise your arms as high as you could when you reached for the pool sticks. You made sure that your shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above the waistband of your shorts. You handed one of the sticks to Miguel with a smug grin on your face. He bit his lip as he watched you arrange the balls in the rack; he ogled you as you deliberately arched your back bending over the table. “You can break,” you said flirtatiously.

Miguel took on a look of intense focus. You could see the way he calculated the best angle to shoot from. His t-shirt came untucked from his jeans when he moved around the table. You took in the view of his tanned skin, and the way his immense frame loomed over everything. Miguel had sunk three balls in quick succession before missing his next shot. He swore under his breath and turned to face you. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Come on, Mig. At least give me a chance to play before you sink everything.”

“No way! I told you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.”

You knew you didn’t stand a chance at winning; but you weren’t giving up without a fight. There weren’t any rules about distracting your opponent. You gave your shorts a gentle tug to emphasize your figure before analyzing which ball to aim for. You picked your target and leaned forward, moving your hips from side to side knowing Miguel was watching you. You took your shot slowly and watched with disappointment as the cue ball sank into a hole. “Fuck”

“Woof, a scratch on your first turn? You’re making this too easy” Miguel taunted you with a smirk. He grabbed two bottles of beer off a table and tore off the caps with his teeth, spitting them into his open palm before shoving them in his pocket. It was his favorite party trick, and he knew it turned you on. He turned back to the pool table. “Watch and learn, nena. This is how a pro does it.” He sunk two more stripes and missed the third.

That made five balls to your whopping total of zero. Time to ramp up your distraction strategy. “If you’re so good, then why don’t you help with this next shot?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible.

Miguel obliged and stood behind you, his frame towering over you. He placed his arms on yours and the heat of his body sent shockwaves down your spine. You bent together in perfect sync as Miguel showed you where to aim, saying something about keeping an eye on the ball and how to line up your shot. You weren’t listening, instead pressing your hips against his. You moved slowly and deliberately, grinding against his crotch. The friction was driving you both crazy, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. Miguel stifled a moan and pressed into you even harder. Neither of you cared about pool anymore. He nipped at your ear and you tried not to squeak. The pool sticks fell to the tabletop and Miguel leaned to whisper in you ear.

“Follow me.” Miguel grabbed your hand and you both stumbled out the back door of the bar into the parking lot. Immediately he had you pressed against the brick wall of the building. His lips crashed into yours, desperate and frenzied. You kissed back and grabbed his hair in an effort to pull him even closer. His tongue found its way into mouth while you moaned into the kiss. Miguel broke the kiss only to move his lips to your neck. “You’re such a fucking tease.” His eyes bored into yours. “Every time you come home you come into my bar, practically fucking begging to end up underneath me.”

“And you it up, Miggy.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and hoisted yourself up to cross your legs behind his back. “You want me so bad; you’d do anything for this pussy.” Miguel’s hands cupped your ass, sliding under the hem of your shorts. You moaned as he kneaded your flesh expertly. He carried you over to his car while you were still wrapped around him. Miguel let you down and leaned against the hood of his car, his cock clearly straining against the denim of his jeans.

“This is what you do to me, baby. You drive me so fucking crazy.” He groaned. You rubbed his cock through the fabric, relishing the noise he made as you teased him. You unbuckled his belt and tugged down his pants and boxers. Miguel’s cock sprang free and you could barely wrap your hand around his thick girth. You were no stranger to his body but could swear he seemed bigger than you remembered. Miguel moaned loudly as you slowly your hand up and down his shaft, taking care to rub your thumb over his sensitive tip.

Whenever you and Miguel hooked up it felt natural. You’d done this so many times you both knew exactly what the other liked. Every nook and cranny, every secret spot. You knew exactly which buttons to press to drive each other wild. You picked up the pace of your strokes before kneeling to take him in your mouth. “Please baby. I need more. Need you to suck my cock.” Miguel’s voice was desperate and pleading. You licked from base to tip, tasting the salt of the precum he was leaking like a faucet. You bobbed your head up and down, struggling with his size. Miguel bucked his hips in response and you made it halfway down the length of his cock.

You came up for air and spit in your palm and began stroking the base while you sucked. Miguel groaned and you felt him wrap a hand in your hair, pushing your mouth down further. “Come on baby, I know you can take me.” Your hands fell to your sides and Miguel’s hands guided you up and down his shaft. “You’re so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.” His pace quickened and he began to fuck your face, thrusting down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth and started stroking himself. “Fuckkk I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth for me, baby.” You closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue, feeling ropes of semen hit your face and tongue. You licked your lips, tasting the salt and sweat. You opened your eyes to see Miguel had his phone out. “Smile for me, hermosa. You look so pretty with my cum on your face I want to remember this” he cooed while snapping pictures.

Miguel helped you up off your knees and swiped his fingers softly across your face before popping them into his mouth to clean them. He kissed you again before pressing you face down against the hood of his car. You felt his large hand palming against your pussy through your shorts. “Mmmplease, Mig. Don’t tease me like this.” He kept rubbing, pressing the fabric into your folds.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, baby. Paybacks a bitch.” Miguel crouched down and kissed your pussy through your denim shorts; You felt him massage your ass while he pressed his mouth against you. He pressed down firmly as you squirmed under his touch, desperately trying to increase the friction. “Stop fucking wiggling.” He yanked your shorts down so the only thing between him and your cunt was the thin fabric of your thong. He rubbed your clit through your panties and you gasped.

“Please, baby. I need more” you moaned breathlessly. He picked up the pace, making quick circles around your bud with his large fingers. You felt the pleasure building steadily as Miguel worked his magic. “Ah! I’m almost there. Keep going, Miggy!” Just as the words left your mouth he stopped, leaving you hanging on the edge of your orgasm. “What the fuck was that for?!” You turned to face him and saw a shit eating grin on his face. “It’s not fucking funny, Mig” you groaned.

“I told you, payback is a bitch. You don’t get to cum until I say you can, baby.” You sighed and Miguel pressed you against the car hood again with one hand, using the other to push your panties to the side. He slid one thick finger into you and moved it slowly in and out. “You’re so fucking wet for me baby. And so tight. I’m gonna stretch this pussy out” he cooed, adding a second finger. “That’s it, baby.” He knelt down again and you felt him trade his fingers for his tongue. He darted in and out of your entrance, and you flooded with wetness. “You taste so fucking good”. Miguel continued licking, kissing, and sucking every fold of your slit. The pleasure building up was starting to become unbearable; you had no idea how you were going to be able to hold back. Then Miguel said the magic words: “Cum for me, cariño” he purred, sucking on your clit as if his life depended on it.

You let yourself fall over the edge and you gasped as your orgasm overtook you. Waves of pleasure racked your body and you found yourself speechless. You were coming down from the rush when you felt the tip of Miguel’s cock poking at your entrance. “It’s too big” you moaned, already feeling the stretch from just the tip.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’ve done this before. You’re so good at taking me, baby.” Miguel replied, pressing in another inch of his girth. He grunted as he felt you stretching around him. “Your pussy is so good. You make me feel so good.” Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up to his chest, pushing his cock in further. He grabbed your hair and turned your face toward him to kiss you again. The kiss deepened and became frenzied as you felt him going deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out inside of you. You felt so full you couldn’t believe he fit inside of you.

“Your cock is so fucking big, Miggy. I need you to fuck me.” You moaned, not caring if anyone else was around. Miguel took your words to heart and immediately started pumping in and out, your wetness running down your thighs. He kept a steady pace, hitting the sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. “Fuck me harder” you cried, cockdrunk.

Miguel pulled out and flipped you over, dragging you both to the side of his car. He pulled out his phone again and pressed record before reentering you. “Put on a show for me baby, show the camera how good I make you feel.” You moaned louder, happy to show off for him. Miguel pushed up your shirt to expose your tits and palmed them roughly with one hand. He groped and squeezed, pinching and rolling your nipples between his digits.

“Fuck, Miggy. You feel so good. Keep going”

“You’re taking this cock so well, baby. The camera loves you. You’re such a little slut for me I love it.” He pumped harder, hitting your cervix with his tip. His spare hand moved from your chest to your throat and he squeezed lightly. You let out a moan and felt pleasure start to build in your core again. You used one hand to start rubbing circles on your clit while Miguel was thrusting. “That’s it, baby. Rub it out for me. You’re taking my cock so well.”

“M-mig I’m close. I’m gonna cum” you squeaked out, the circles on your clit becoming more frantic.

“Go on, nena. Cum on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you’re cumming for me.” Miguel’s encouragement pushed you over the edge and your second orgasm ripped through your body. You felt yourself clench tighter around his cock and he thrusted harder, taking his hand off your throat and using it to steady you against the side of the car. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna put a baby in you, then you can’t leave me again.” Miguel gave one final thrust before you felt him release, spilling his seed inside of you. He grunted before pulling out slowly.

“That was so good, mig. I remember why I come back to this place when I’m in town now” you joked, pulling your clothes back into place. Miguel finished redressing himself and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah? Well maybe you should come home more often then.”

#miguel spiderverse #spiderverse fanfic #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #atsv fanart #atsv fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut

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two-red-lungs · 1 year

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The Kids Are Alright (Eddie Munson)

Your first date with Eddie Munson is fine, as far as first dates go. You get pizza together: meet awkwardly outside the door at 7pm, hands sweaty, exchanging nervous, butterfly-riddled smiles. You eat. He can't stop moving in his seat opposite you, tapping his hands on the sticky enamel tabletop. He looks at you with big brown eyes. Wary, at first, then as the night goes on and it becomes clear this isn't some string-along joke, or a prank, with boyish glee.

But the second date is the one that really shines.

Eddie, in all his intellectual glory, takes you to the Dollar Tree.

It's late, again, and the D in the logo flickers in and out of existence. The air inside smells like cheap plastic, dust, and the urban sprawl of capitalism. This is a place that's usually... dead. A pathetic sort of dead, where dreams come to die, the cashier looks about five seconds from falling asleep, agonizingly boring elevator music plays over tinny speakers, and Hawaiian themed teacups are on sale for ninety-nine cents.

You think god, what the hell are we even doing here? This is hardly a dinner date, or the bowling alley, or makeout point, or any of the usual dates your friends always bragged so cooling about. But then Eddie looks at you over his shoulder, spins on his heel, and throws his arms wide. His outfit jingles.

"Welcome," he says with a glint in his dark eyes, "to the goddamn kingdom of imagination."

You should leave. God knows to anyone else at school this date could sound like a horror story, an uncouth, uncool, unladylike disaster. But there's something in those eyes. Something vibrant and alive and real. So instead of leaving you think, okay. Why not.

Best decision of your life.

He knows this place by heart, every white-tiled aisle under the buzzing fluorescents. And he's funny, too: you didn't expect him to be so funny. As you both slowly amble and push your squeaky-wheeled cart he picks up random shit, talking as he fiddles.

A fuzzy caterpillar cat toy becomes his moustache. He wraps a crinkled paper streamer around his neck like a boa and faints dramatically against some of the shelves. He scurries to the aisle next to you and pretends to walk down a staircase, disappearing from view: when his moppish head pops back up again, his wild hair flounces.

Huh. He smiles like the sun.

Eddie asks about everything possible, and god, under his stoner slang he's whip fucking smart. You crack a joke or a sarcastic reference and he smoothly returns it with equal emphasis, two tennis players on the court.

You check out picture frames. Eddie suggests throwing a little spraypaint on it, a little silver paint to light the edges, some weathering with sandpaper, and suddenly you've got yourself some primo decor.

"You like to paint?" You ask him, standing in the aisle, holding the shitty wooden frame. He's looking over your shoulder. You can feel his body heat, this close.

"I'm a big believer in, uh. Creativity, y'know?" His smile is big, toothy. Still nervous. Like as extroverted as he is, as big as his personality could be, the sting of a scoff or a sneer could still hurt.

You tell him that's cool. Something in his eyes softens.

God, you don't know how many hours you spend in that place, just talking and touching shit and discussing potential DIY projects and cool ideas. You talk comics, and music, and Hawkins social politics. He tells you about Tolkien. You tell him about David Brin. He likes David Murray, you like Siouxie Sioux. You both agree the autumn leaves this time of year make the Hawkins High look like its roof is on fire (and god, if only).

Your cart is full of bullshit you don't really need, bullshit full of promise and potential, and Eddie is letting you ride the cart with your feet on the front bar as he pushes it down the aisle at mach one speed. He splutters behind you, your hair in his mouth. He's laughing.

The total comes to 12 dollars even. The plan for the next date is to turn the kids bathtub toys you bought- ducks and dolls and dolphins- into zombies and mummies and other creatures with the shitty barely-opaque acrylics set you scored.

The sky is black outside, and it's raining. He asks if he'll see you again this week, and you say yeah, duh. The air feels like fireworks- like lightning, like a live wire. You think for a second that he's gonna kiss you.

Eddie pulls out a silver-plastic tiara from under his vest, nicked free of charge from the girl's section, and sets it on your head. It's cheap, pattern-punched plastic with pink plastic gems. It's perfect. He's made you a fairytale.

Munson bows, smiles again- the one that makes his eyes crinkle- and then he's off in his van.

He's so weird. He's so strange. You don't understand him.

You think you really like him.

#eddie munson #stranger things s4 spoilers #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #my writing #I'M NOT DEAD I'M JUST IN UNIVERSITY

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It takes a mob part 2

part one is here.

part 3 is here.

Bill was honestly considering the store up as hostage as he glared at the isle.

30 dollars for the cheapest can of formula?? 20 for diapers??

Jesus this had to be considered gouging at this point.

Bill felt another headache begin to throb as he tried his best to decipher the difference between brands.

‘Not a day of health class Bill,’ he grimaced as he gently shook one oof the cans. ‘Yet here you are.’

Bill never saw himself for fatherhood, he may have pondered it once or twice in his years but only in that sort of abstract way that one ponders throwing your favorite cup. It would be stupid to do, but for a moment or two tempting.

Then he got tangled up into the goon lifestyle and any notion of that pondering went out the building.

There were enough kids in Gotham without father figures, no use accidentally making another one if he slipped up.

‘And look all that thinking led yah Billy,’ his old man droned on in his head, ‘all the work, non’ of the fun. that don’t make a happy man son.’

Bill was half tempted to open that old burner phone; it sat in his breast pocket.

Even if all that would answer would be the machine.

But no, Bill had this.

‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ he pondered as he put the tin in the cart, ‘watching three kids.’

they weren’t his after all.

He found his cohorts in the next isle shaking various items at the kid.

“What in the name of Crime Alley are you two idiots doing?”

“Oh, hey Bill!”

Ken didn’t even turn to face him, what kind of etiquette were they training these guys with?

“Again, what the fuck are you doin’? I asked you two to pick out a couple outfits for the tyke.”

“annnd we did!” Marv chuckled handing over a bundle of cloth, “We just thought that the kid deserve somethin’ cute for being so good to us is all.”

“Actually Bill, mind throwing in your two cents? which one do you think Dan would prefer the rabbit or the frog?’

Bill pinched his brow,

“I don’t know man, what difference does it make?”

“What difference?! Man, this is his first toy we’re talking about!” Ken exclaimed,

“This is a big deal! If he’s anything like my Me Mah told me I was than he’s going to be carrying it for years!’

Danny for his part blew a bubble with his mouth, great input kid.

“I- the rabbit, I guess! I dunno, maybe he’ll like Alice in wonderland or some shit.”

Marv seemed to perk up at the thought.

“Hell yeah brother! Boss likes those old books anyways, so he probably won’t notice if we borrow a copy for a bit!”

Ken snorted as he casually thew the frog back on the shelf,

“Marven, in case you forgot, Boss is very careful with those books of his. If you want to risk it, I won’t stop you but it’s your fingers on the line man.”

“Aww, anything for our lil’ Danny!”

The clerk raised an eyebrow but kept their mouth shut as the three goons went to pay. They kept their mouth shut as Bill paid in crumpled bills and let them get on their way.

“Yeah, well pass Ken wonderlad will you? This shit isn’t going to carry itself.”

Danny babbled as they tried to sort everything into a carriable position. He shook his new toy too a fro in an almost comical manner. Like he was giving orders before an ops.

Eventually they made headway and started to make their way back to crime alley. Only for Bill to raise a occupied hand to stop the others in their step.

“Wait a moment.. where are we heading? It’ll be suspicious if we head back to base. We clocked out hours ago.”

Marv shook his head,

“Can’t go back to my place, Gwen just got done with a double shift in the ER.”

“Kenny?”

Ken snorted and shook his head as well,

“We can try but we all know Me Mah is packin’ and not scared to point first if she doesn’t expect company.”

“Then where the hell are going to go?”

Bill didn’t like how the two of them were suddenly staring at him,

“No.”

“Aww come on Bill!”

“Nope. Nah ah”

Ken rolled his eyes kicked at his shin,

“It’s just for one night Bill. Tomorrow we can ask around with the other guys, but it’s not like we have many options right now.”

“My apartment is like the least kid friendly place in the neighborhood!”

Danny have a little wine as he shoved his face into Ken’s shoulder,

“Bill..”

‘Fuck…’

Bill pinched his nose as he closed his eyes, if only to block out the puppy eyes Marv was sending his way. For a big lug, it was stupid how effective they were.

“Fine… One night and you two owe me a favor after this.”

The two dumbasses actually let out a cheer loud enough to wake a nearby dog.

Leading the way Bill couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late to go to bar like they planned.

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Hoodlums:

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#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #goonion bill #marv #marv and ken are my ocs #ken #still need a name #jason: they’re doing something stupid dick I need to go #dick: nope you are finishing your day off. what is the worst thing they could do in 24 hours?#red hood #it takes a mob

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zivazivc · 2 months

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I'm gonna take some time to digest and think about that comic before I come to a decision. The decision being whether to continue to support you or just leave you be.

If I decide to leave you be, just know that there are no hard feelings, okay?

You are on anon so I don't know if this is someone who I've talked to before, but either way, yes, no hard feelings. I completely understand. It's the internet, anyone can unfollow anyone for any reason, but also I know this is an uncomfortable topic and even triggering to some, and some people are just not here for that. I was contemplating posting it for a while for this reason.

I do kinda want to point out that the purpose was/is not to fetishize a relationship with a minor and I will never fetishize or glorify that ever. It's wrong and unhealthy even if there's no malicious intent present. (am pointing it out because I got a bunch of asks about it and I'm 🧍) But this is fiction, and I portrayed the scenes the way that I did mainly because I made the comic from Floyd's perspective and I wanted to get in his head and show what exactly he was feeling in that moment. If the end result makes you feel uncomfortable or "flustered" (I don't think I'm using the right English word) in a certain icky way, that was kind of the point and I believe should be a normal reaction from an adult.

I spent my high school years (normally 15-19yo, but it was more like 14-22+) living in a dorm in the country's capitol and I attended a vocational school for visual arts that is pretty notorious for having a drug problem (I'm talking about mostly weed) and being full of weirdos (students free and comfortable expressing themselves and experimenting with expressing themselves but weirdos is the used term lol). The dorm is also located very near the city's subcultural center (look up Ljubljana Metelkova if you want, it's kind of what I imagine the underground scenes the bandmates visit looking like) which is like a hangout place for subcultures like punks and metalheads and the lgbtq. Anyway coming from living my whole life in a rural village where I still played with toys to somewhere like that was an insane shock to me. I sometimes felt like a toddler around young adults in a big city. And it was whiplash for many other teens too, some of whom quickly fell into bad crowds and spiraled, often those who came from bad home situations or controlling parents (heck some even came from elementary schools already doing problematic things). The amount of rumors of things happening in that dorm and school (drugs, sex, messing around with older teens/adults, whatever)... (I'm not saying it was like a concerning percentage of students but it was happening) Some of these people who made some bad choices were and some still are my friends, some of whom still struggle with some things today and it's heartbreaking.

Anyway where I was going with this is that in high school I was always kind of the anti all of that (to the point it had the opposite effect on me where I didn't even try out the normal teenage things) and just thinking "what the fuck is wrong with these people?" And recently, when my headcanons for Floyd started going in the direction that they have, I started wondering the same thing. Just not in a judgemental way this time. More like I want to dissect this situation carefully and understand it from everyone's perspective and see what lead up to it. I've always been very fascinated by morally gray and dark fiction for this reason and this is right up that alley.

So yeah, this isn't for everyone, and I can't hold a grudge if anyone unfollows me for it. But what I'm doing here is inspired a lot by real life situations and my weird deep dives into articles about trauma and its effects (also pretty sure I'm also processing some of my own personal emotions through these blorbos but I am not going into that), and I feel like I'm taking a pretty realistic approach to it (if you ignore the fact that this is fucking Trolls). I'm just slowly exploring how a relationship between a teen who comes from a sheltered almost cultish upbringing (pop trolls live in a concentration camp and are dealing with the horrors by singing and enjoying every minute of their every day like life is a ticking time bomb) and a young adult who never got a chance to grow up because he never experienced a childhood and is suddenly being liked by someone for the first time in his life (I'll talk more about Les some other time), would develop into hopefully something okay for both of them. Because I do want them to both be okay in the end. And I'm sharing some of my brainworms online for anyone who's interested. I just can't share ALL of my brain worms and sometimes I forget that people don't have a view of what's going on in my head. Yeah... This answer became long for no other reason except that I can't sleep because I posted that comic, damn. That's what I get for dropping that bombshell on top of what was mostly fun "comedic" posts about the AU so far.

#answered #I never actually intended for them to get together when I designed Les #it just kind of happened and by that point I didn't want to change Les's age #because that would completely rewrite his character #and I like his character #but yeah I ship them. although when they're older #at this point I just find floyd's crush adorable and his actions concerning #les didn't sign up for any of it but he also doesn't have the heart to throw floyd out of the band #because he's worried someone with bad intentions could find him instead #yeah #it's messy #but that's the whole point #also I think it just looks so much worse in the comic because les is giant #if he were a rock troll they'd be nearly the same height #this is also something I didn't account for #ex bandmates

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sohotthateveryonedied · 2 years

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As the knower of all things Batman Comics - any chance you’d be willing to give a rough timeline of Jason coming back to Gotham and what he does? I know about all these events - the fight at Titan’s Tower, him confronting Batman with Joker, him shooting Dick, taking over Crime Alley - but I don’t know what order they happen I ?? Are there important things to his return timeline that aren’t in that list? I can’t figure out where to find the relevant comics (or even which comics are the relevant ones). :(

(Alright so I'm gonna base these on publication date and hope there wasn't too much time-wonkiness making it so that some events were before or after certain other events in spite of the dates and all that)

1. Jason returns to Gotham — It's unclear exactly when this happens, but I want to say it's roughly 4-4.5 years after his death.

2. Jason confronts Bruce and slices Tim's throat before "revealing" it was actually Clayface the entire time (no it wasn't) — Hush was published from Oct 2002 - Sept 2003, so the time between that and the 2004 Under the Hood storyline I assume to be anywhere from six months to a year. Comics are confusing.

Batman #618

3. Stephanie Brown "dies" in War Games (Oct 2004 - Jan 2005).

Batman #633

4. The Red Hood appears in Gotham — There is no official source for this, but we can assume that Jason has made at least a few appearances at Red Hood pre-Batman #635 while planning his takeover of the city and showdown with Batman.

* I should also mention that Dick is still recovering from a leg wound when the Under the Hood storyline begins, as well as recovering from the traumatic event of Tarantula killing Blockbuster, which is a big part of the reason why Dick is in Gotham at this time and around to help Bruce when the Red Hood surfaces. That, and the fact that War Games just took place and they lost Stephanie. Jason picked a really stressful time to start his Gotham takeover lmao.

5. Jason kicks Bruce out of his own company and takes control of all his toys lmao (Dec 29, 2004).

Batman #635

6. Jason takes control of Gotham's gangs (Dec 29, 2004) — This is the first official appearance of the Red Hood that we see. This is the event that swiftly puts him in the spotlight as Gotham's newest and potentially most dangerous criminal. (This is also where all the "eight heads in a duffle bag" jokes come from.)

Batman #635

7. Jason reveals that he is Red Hood (June 22, 2005) — Bruce finds out the Red Hood is Jason and is given the evidence to prove it. We can assume that the other Bats (Dick, Barbara, Tim, etc) are informed shortly after this encounter, if only for their own safety than Bruce's generous decision to keep them in the loop for once.

Batman #641

8. Jason attacks Tim at Titans Tower (Nov 9, 2005) — Jason takes a brief break from fucking around in Gotham to go beat up his kid brother in ugly orange leggings. Then he returns to Gotham to mess with Bruce and Black Mask some more.

Teen Titans (2003) #29

9. Bludhaven gets nuked (supposedly killing Dick at first, but we all know he's fine). — This particular comic showing the event was published on Jan 26, 2005, eight days after it was first shown in Infinite Crisis #4. This information doesn't really matter that much, but it makes me sound smart.

Batman #649

10. The infamous Jason/Joker/Bruce showdown happens (Feb 22, 2006).

Batman #650

11. Jason disappears, then resurfaces after a year or so to cosplay as his big brother (April 12, 2006) — Jason lies low for a long while after that final confrontation with Bruce until the One Year Later event has passed, skipping us forward a year in time. Dick returns to Bludhaven to find Jason having lost his marbles, acting as a murderous version of Nightwing and being a general nuisance to everyone <3

Nightwing (1996) #119

#soho speaks #soho reads comics #get your comic references kids #lay it on me papa bob #jason todd #red hood #robin #under the red hood #under the hood #utrh #batman #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #dc comics

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sunnysideaeggs · 7 months

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Okay so I got an ask by @greenqueenhightower for the morning after b&c if I were to direct it and I accidentally deleted it, I’m sorry 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but alas, I’ll admit I’m short of ideas about it, mainly bc I’d have to see the building up to b&c, but let’s pretend it happened like the books, sharp and cruel, no comic relief and not making us sympathize with killers.

After the moment happened, I can see Helaena scream, like one of those really painful, really long screams that wake up the whole castle. The guards enter and she continues screaming, eventually getting the word to Aegon and Aemond, confused and getting ready to bed. They enter the chambers and, while the guards are keeping the children and Alicent safe, Aegon holds Helaena while she cries, and he gets one hell of an angry look (wanting revenge), while Aemond stays away with silent remorse. That night, Aegon stays awake with Hel, who would keep on sobbing and screaming, Alicent goes to pray to the sept, and Aemond just disappears (maybe he goes to the dragonpit, flies away, goes into the city, idk).

In the morrow, the Red Keep is a thousand times more silent and deadly than the morning after Viserys died. Larys will be working overtime questioning servants and guards, and everybody who had a hand on it. There’s another council presided by a sleepless Aegon, Otto planning stuff and wanting to have a very public funeral while Aegon is just brooding and quiet like ‘my son just died and you’re just planning war stuff’. A council member (maybe Tyland) asks about the queen’s condition and we get told she’s in her rooms, weeping silently and not saying a word. Another lord says the king should be focused on having more heirs now that his line is weakened, but he shuts them up. He orders to seek for blood and cheese in every place possible, and is continuing to be in that mood until Aemond enters the room.

Then Aegon snaps. He tells him how’s all his fault, how Jaehaerys was innocent, how Aemond couldn’t protect them and how Helaena is in pain bcs of him. Aemond just takes it, and here’s a point where you can get your pick: does Aemond take this moment to redeem himself from now on and be extra loyal to his family or takes this as a personal attack and starts to resent Aegon and co? I’m torn between the two, but that’s the moment.

Later on the episode we see some of Alicent in the sept asking the gods why, Hel crying holding Jaehaerys’ things (a blanket, a dragon toy) and mumbling her prophecies to herself. Rat catchers all over the city being detained and questioned. Aegon drowning in his cups and raging, raging. Guards filling the halls and making sure everybody is extra protected. Blood being captured in the streets and beaten up, taken to Larys that smiles and gives a little monologue of his. Aemond once again, alone and flying away, maybe roaming around the keep to feel useful. And in the end, Cheese disappearing in some alley, never to be seen again (the son of a rat).

#sunny answers ☀️🍳#hotd #hotd s2 #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen

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ineffectualdemon · 5 months

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People whose blogs are just full of aesthetic pictures confuse me

There are no memes, no text posts, no comics, no random weird art

Just like photos

Of stuff

That fit a certain aesthetic or theme

No commentary

And if that makes you happy to blog or see good for you. Genuinely glad you're using tumblr in a way that makes you happy and doesn't hurt anyone

One question though: Why?

What is the purpose?

I genuinely don't understand just posting or reblogging pictures relating to a certain look or theme and nothing else

Weirdly though? If a blog only posted/reblogged like idk man hole covers or refrigerators or toy horses or sea horses or something with no commentary

That I understand

But just like

flowers

fields

a straw hat

a woman standing in a field of flowers wearing a straw hat

Neon lights

darkness

an artfully dirty alley

a woman standing in an artfully dirty alley that's dark except where there are neon lights

I don't get it

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nickosaymon · 3 months

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WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️

This "fanfic" addresses sensitive topics, such as death, infection with a lethal virus, bad language, cannibalism and violence.

If you are sensitive to these topics, please do not read. Or at least read it with a plush toy by your side!

For the rest of the remaining people, have a good read!

If there are any spelling mistakes let me know, English is not my native language.

DAY 10 - “Today my sister went to the market, she was just hoping to buy some fruits like apples, but when she got there, she was almost attacked by a pony. She managed to defend herself, but it was still dangerous. Princess Twilight Sparkle asked us to quarantine, all the ponies are scared, sometimes we hear noises at the doors, but we don't open them, it could be one of them... Anyway, the letters don't go anywhere, many ponies have gotten sick, so no one risks going out. I keep thinking about my special po-”

FUCK! MY SPECIAL PONY! What the fuck am I doing standing here? I.. I need to find him! This is dangerous... But sick ponies can't fly...

I look at my wings, this will be a quick flight, I'm just going to see him and then come back! No one will notice I even leave..

Opening the bedroom windows, he also opens his wings and with a little preparation, flies out the window. Flying over all of Ponyville, the houses had their doors and windows closed, there were some ponies coming out, but there were others that were completely strange.

“Ah, this perfectly recalls what Princess Twilight said, these strange ponies are so clumsy and slow...”

The little pegasus watched those ponies as he flew low, quickly arriving at his beloved's house, but the low flight had its bad points... the smell is strong, it smells like rot.

“OH NO NO NO NO! WHERE ARE YOU LOVE?”

Looking everywhere, putting your ear to the window and listening to the ponies inside. Where is he.. maybe infected? The little pegasus flew away, this time back to his home.

“He’s probably not infected! He is smart, handsome and agile!”

As he questioned in his head, his wings ended up beating faster and faster, but lower, and lower, until he crashed into a pony.

“OH OH OH, SORRY” He looked around but didn't see any pony.

“Hey! I'm right here!” The pony, comically, was underneath him.

They stood up and when they looked at each other.

“SASA! What are you doing here! It's dangerous!" The unicorn said this bitterly, but with a tone of concern.

“By Celestia, be gentle I was looking for you! Since the letters don't arrive..”

Both ponies were worried about each other, but the place and time did not allow for conversation.

“Sasa there's a... Behind you..”

The pegasus flapped its wings and started to fly low, it turned around and looked at that thing, it didn't look like a pony.

That thing made some strange noises, it has the structure of a pony, but it doesn't look like one, it's almost an empty shell of what once was a pony... I wonder how he is still alive and slowly walking towards us.

“SASA GET OUT” A ray of magic is thrown at that infected pony, which scares the pegasus and almost fails to fly.

“We need to get out of here, I think your achievement attracted attention..” They both look at a bunch of infected people walking close to them.

“So they are attracted to sounds... some don't even have ears”

“Don’t just stand there!”

The unicorn murmurs, but then runs away close to some houses, while the pegasus flies right above him. No pony would answer them, everyone is too scared to be kind, so what was left for the two was to hide between the alleys.

“So, I don't want to ruin our escape, but there are already other weird ponies in this alley..."

“FUCK! We’ll have to do this another way!”

The unicorn quickly stopped running and turned towards those ponies, using its horn to make magical rays and hit them. Which was easy, since the infected were very slow, sometimes one or the other was faster, but it still wasn't difficult.

The pegasus to help, ripped a splinter of wood from the roof of one of the houses and threw it at the other infected people who were already in the alley.

“YUCK! HOW DISGUSTING THEY ARE FULL OF WORMS” He kept hitting those things with the wood until it broke.

“We are stuck! Couldn’t we run away?”

“Escape how?? Run where??” The magical rays began to diminish, just as the unicorn's horn began to hurt.

"The roof!" Quickly the pegasus held the unicorn and flapped its wings as hard as possible, but he wouldn't be able to do it alone. “USE YOUR HORN, OR WE WILL DIE!” The unicorn quickly forced its horn to levitate itself, with a lot of effort, both managed to climb onto a roof.

“There's no point staying here. They’re going to try to get up here.” Soon he looks at the pegasus who rips a splinter of wood from the roof and throws it down below. “That'll probably keep them there..”

The two ponies were tired, definitely neither of them imagined that this could happen, maybe the unicorn, Arthur, imagined this, but the pegasus didn't. The two of them just decided to stay on the roof, and maybe jump from roof to roof.

With every minute that passed, they both became more anxious, it's not like they were taking any risks, but they just wanted to be safe at home soon. It wasn't close to night, but it was as if a dense fog was under the sky. A possible side effect of the fact that pegasus stopped clearing the sky over time. Some of them simply refused and others were just scared.

For a while Rainbow Dash was cleaning the sky on her own, but she and her friends were summoned by Celestia to go to Canterlot. Nopony knows what they are doing, some simply assume they have all escaped to somewhere where this infection doesn't exist.

The pegasus, now a little rested, flaps its wings and flies up to the sky, close to the clouds and takes some out of the sky. Then he goes back to the roof where he was with his special pony.

“Now we can know when it’s getting late!” The little pegasus places his wing behind his beloved, and looks at him smiling. “How long are we going to stay here?” The unicorn looks at his beloved, half torn between concern for his love and concern for his family.

“I just hope we stay safe.”

In a place not far away, six brave ponies and two princesses were planning something. They set up armies and strategies, at the same time as they prepared their best doctors. The ponies didn't know it yet, or at least most didn't, but what was coming was terrible. No one would know how this terrible virus started, but there was speculation.

“ A curious unicorn stole a book from the forbidden part of the Canterlot library, in the book there was an unfinished spell, which promised to keep pests away from fruits. But at a terrible price.. ”

“ Wow.. do you think this story could be right Celestia? ”

“ We hope so, this is our only chance Twilight ”

END

of the first chapter

#my little worms #my little pony #fanfic #mlp #mlp ocs #mlp fan fiction

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castletown-cafe · 2 years

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Castletown Café Episode 17: Moss Dip

Much like their best friend Susie, Kris has some...rather weird tastes in food. One of their most infamous moments was in Chapter 1, where they had the option to eat moss within one minute of being locked inside a dungeon cell. Their enjoyment of moss even carried over to Chapter 2 in which Kris discovers moss in a secret alley after being run over by a dog driving a toy car. If Susie and Ralsei are with them, Susie will be delighted that Kris found moss and saved some for her, and so the two eat moss together while Ralsei looks on in confusion.

Perhaps this will be a running joke in future chapters. The fandom certainly has a ball with this, and I don’t blame ‘em. I recall seeing this one comic a few years ago - around late 2018 or sometime in 2019, back when all we had was Chapter 1 - where Kris dips a piece of chalk in some moss, and Susie’s mind is blown.

From the beginning, I had the idea to create a spinach-and-artichoke-dip inspired by the moss, with cracker sticks for Susie’s chalk. While I found a fantastic recipe for the dip with my own modifications added, I still need a lot of practice with homemade crackers (some of which you can see in the cover image). Although my first batch of crackers came out too thick, they tasted great, especially with the dip. But on my second try, despite getting them much thinner, I oversalted them to the point they were unedible! So, the “chalk” crackers will have to wait, and be a separate episode in the future as I perfect my homemade crackers.

In the meantime, this dip is AMAZING! I nailed it on the first try, and I’m rather impressed! I didn’t follow the exact measurements from the source’s original recipe, but I added some modifications as I saw fit. For example, I didn’t think one clove of garlic was anywhere near enough, so I added three more, as well as a fair amount of Italian seasoning, which I didn’t measure, but went by taste. Chives would have been perfect in this as well. I suggest about 1/4 cup finely chopped fresh chives for this dip. I didn’t think of adding that when I made it, but I’ll add some in my next batch.

I also didn’t think 1/4 cup of Parmesan cheese was enough, either. I think I used anywhere between 1/3 cup to 1/2 cup, about equal measurement to the mozzarella. You can’t have too much cheese in this dip, and this has a lot (a whole 8 ounces of cream cheese also goes into it)! Creamy and cheesy with herbs, this dip is a great way to eat your artichoke hearts and your spinach. Good with crackers, chips, and an assortment of vegetables such as crackers and celery, it’s perfect for a party.

MOSS DIP:

4 cloves garlic

2 cups fresh spinach

1 14-oz can artichoke hearts, drained

1/4 cup fresh chives

2 tablespoons olive oil

8 ounces cream cheese

1/2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese

1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese

4 tablespoons sour cream

Italian seasoning, to taste (I suggest 1 teaspoon)

Salt and pepper, to taste

Wash and dry spinach leaves. Remove stems and finely chop leaves, filling a measuring cup to yield 2 cups of chopped spinach.

Drain a can of artichoke hearts and finely chop them.

Peel and mince garlic.

Wash and dry fresh chives and chop them, filling a 1/4 measuring cup.

Grate Parmesan. As for mozzarella, I used pre-shredded, which is always easier. Fill a 1/2 measuring cup with the grated Parmesan, do the same for mozzarella.

Cut an 8-ounce block of cream cheese into tablespoon-sized cubes.

Measure your sour cream.

Heat 2 tablespoons of oil in a pot on medium heat. Add garlic and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds.

Add spinach a handful at a time, wilting each handful before adding the next. Cook until the liquid has mostly evaporated from the spinach, about 3 minutes. Stir frequently.

Add artichoke hearts and season with Italian seasoning, chives, salt, and pepper. Cook for a few minutes.

Reduce heat to low and add cream cheese, sour cream, mozzarella, and Parmesan. Stir and cook, letting all the cheese melt. Once all the cheese has melted and everything is fully incorporated, give it a taste test. If it needs more salt, pepper, or seasonings, add them here.

Your dip is ready! Put some in the center bowl of one of those serving plates and surround with carrot sticks, celery, crackers, and even chips!

Source:

Roman, Alison: “ Spinach Artichoke Dip “, New York Times Cooking. (cooking.nytimes.com) Link: https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1018248-spinach-artichoke-dip

#castletown cafe #deltarune #deltarune fanart #deltarune moss #kris dreemurr #deltarune kris #deltarune susie #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #kris fanart #susie fanart #cw food #recipe #dip #dip recipe #deltarune food #deltarune inspired recipe #my art

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heidiblack · 2 years

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Convention Artist Alley Review: SacAnime (Summer)

Convention: Sacanime (Summer)

Location: Sacramento, CA

Date: September 2-4

Table cost: $200

Table size: 8’

Application: Juried/Lottery

Fandom/audience: Anime

Items for sale: 11x17" posters (fanart and original), zines (fanart and original), comics, pins (original), resin coasters and jewelry (including primogems), leather keychains (by my sister)

Mask policy: Not required

Previously attended? Yes, several times

Pros: Visiting friends in California, inexpensive badge cost for attendees, big-name guests, AIR CONDITIONING! (It was 110 that weekend!)

Cons: Have to fly, huge vendor hall/artist alley

Most popular item(s): Posters (111); resin jewelry (53!)

Least popular item(s): Commissions (0)

Once again I flew “light,” reducing my stock to meet Southwest’s weight limits. I was apprehensive about the show since I had done so poorly at CRX, wondering if my work was only popular in the midwest.

I hadn’t been to Sacanime since before I left CA, and it was weird being in a building that was half what I remembered but half not (they had remodeled recently and torn down some parts of the building). The vendor hall/artist alley is huge, spanning all of the available ground floor hall space, but it was also PACKED all weekend - we were lucky to be near a restroom so we didn’t have to push through the crowd, though the one time I did get up and browse I was stuck walking at a crawl the whole time. Between the inexpensive attendance cost, family-friendly atmosphere, and heat wave outside, I think a lot of people were desperate for something inside to do, which really worked in our favor.

I was definitely glad I had help as the sales were almost constant. I wish I had more time to get around and see other artists (as many I had never seen before and wanted to buy things from) but really I can’t complain about just how amazing the show was. Even in the far corner we had tons of traffic flow!

Gross sales: ~$4000

Recommend/will attend again? *throws application at SAC* PICK ME PICK ME!

Other 2022 convention reviews:

Matsuricon

Crunchyroll Expo

Otakon

Gem City

Dokidokon

Anime Midwest

Anime Ohio

Huntington Toy & Comic Con

Momocon

SPACE

Causeacon

Indiana Comic Con

Ohayocon

Anime Zap (featuring 2021 review links)

These reviews take a lot of time and effort, but I think they are something the artist alley community needs! If you would like to support me so I can keep doing these, please consider donating or buying from my shops!

Help support Heidi Black by donating or sharing with your friends.

Storenvy

Etsy

#sacanime #sacramento #anime convention #anime con #anime #artist alley #convention #convention review #artist alley review #review #artist life #artist

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silverthefox713 · 1 year

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Locations for anything

~Locations~

Abandoned Location

Agencies

Air Balloon Park

Airport

Animal Shelter

Animation Studio

Apartment

Aquarium

Arcade

Art Studio

Bakery

Ballroom

Bank

Bar/Pub

Barn

Barnes and Noble

B&B Castle/Cabin

Beach/Beach House

Books-a-million

Bowling Alley

Cabin in the Woods

Castle

Campgrounds

Caves

Cemeteries

Church (don't have to be religious)

Clinic

Club

Community Center

Conventions

Courthouse

Daycare/Preschool

Dealership

Disney World/Land

Drug Den

Enchanted Forest

Factory

Fae Realm

Farmhouse

Festivals

Firestation

Floating Islands

Forest

Freddy Fazbears Pizza Place

Gas Station

Glass Artist Workshop

Graveyard/Crypts

Gym

Hair/Nail Salon

Haunted House

Hiking Trails

Homeless Shelter

Hospital

Hotel

Hot Springs

Job Finder Depot

Kingdom

Lake

Library

Lighthouse

Live Theater

Lotus Fields

Love Hotel

Maid cafe

Mansion

Marketplace (+Blackmarket)

Morgue

Motel

Mountain

Movie Theater

Museum

Neighborhood

Observatory

Orchards

Orphanage

Park

Police Station

Ports

Post Office

Prison

Radio/Tv Studio

Ranch/Farm

Red Light District

Restaurant

River

School/Collage Grounds

Secret Location

Shelters

Skating rink

Snowy Mountain Ski Lodge/Resort

Spa

Space

Space Station

Temple

Train Rides

Trailer Park

Tribe

Vet

Yat

Yoga Studio

Zoo

~Shops~

Adult Store

Animatronic Shop

Antique Shop

Baby Store

Bakery Shop

Barber Shop

Bike Shop

Boba Shop

Book Shop

Bridal Shop

Butcher Shop

Candy Shop

Casket Store

Clothing Shop

Cobbler Shop

Coffee Shop

Comic Shop

Corner Store

Cosmetic Store

Costume Shop

Crafting Shop

Donut Shop

Electronic Store

Fabric Store

Flower Shop

Furniture Store

Gamestop

Grocery Store

Gypsy Market

Hardware Store

Hatter Shop

Hottopic

Ice Cream Shop

IKEA

Instrument Shop

Jewelry Shop

Leather Shop

Magic Shop

Pawn Shop

Pet Shop

Photography Shop

Pizza Shop

Potion Shop

Ramen Shop

Record/Vinyl Shop

Sandwich Shop

Spirituality Store

TailorShop

Tattoo Shop

Tea Shop

Thrift Store

Toy Shop

Wand Shop

Weapons/Firearms Shop

Woodcarver Shop

X Rated Shop

~In a Mall~

Bath and Bodyworks

Bridal Shop

Build-a-bear

Claire’s

Discovery Planet/Channel Store

Food Court

FYE

Gamestop

H&M

HotTopic

Spencer’s

Victoria Secret

Waldenbooks

~Fast Food Places~

Arby’s

Burger King

Dairy Queen

KFC

Smoothie King

Starbucks

Popeyes

Waffle House

~Realms/Worlds~

Dream Realm

Fae Realm

Mirror World

Over Realm

Shadow Realm

Underworld

Aether World

Nether World

Note: I'd be happy to add more over time, if there's any places that would be valuable to add comment it and I’ll add it ^^

#Locations #writers #roleplay #character sheet #fanfic writing #discord rp #writer inspiration #writing prompt #story ideas #character bio #anime oc #fandom stuff #fandom #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #alternate universe #ship art

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crustysean · 2 years

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Wrote a whooooole fake wiki page for one of my Splatoon OC's, Rodd! I even considered putting in fake links lmao.

It's pretty long so I put it under a read more :)

Name: Rodd Age: 25 Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: He/Him (+They/She)

Banner:

Appearance

Rodd is an Octoling with pale skin, purple eyes with yellow pupils, and yellow hair that's usually purple at the tips. Their eyes are usually half lidded, and he has two lashes on each eye. This, along with their content smile, gives him a carefree demeanor. One tooth sticks out of the upper right side of his mouth. They have a goatee.

Being a giant Pacific octopus Rodd is taller than most Inkling and Octoling. He looks especially thin and lanky.

Rodd's wardrobe mostly consists of black shirts, often tanks or with the sleeves ripped off. They wear a leather jacket often. Rodd mimics human Greaser culture aesthetic.

Personality and traits

Rodd is incredibly laid back with a vibe so mellow they can look cool without even trying. They're not afraid to make mistakes and incredibly confident. Everything Rodd does Rodd does at their own pace. Rodd even talks noticeably slower than most others.

Due to often being used as comic relief, and his tendency to crack jokes and not take things seriously, once even using ink they found on the ground in an alley, many think of Rodd as "the dumb one". However, he is smarter than most would think. Rodd simply believes you don't need to think to have fun, and loves to make their friends laugh. "Ink now and ask questions later!" is his favorite saying. Yet, despite this, it seems at times Rodd is incredibly thoughtful and insightful. Some think his speaking slow is due to carefully choosing his words.

While friendly, being a Greaser, Rodd can also be mischievous and teasing, and definitely has his mean moments. He tends to act more like an older brother, encouraging and protective.

Rodd enjoys being social, yet at the same time is very introverted. Their favorite place to be is on their sofa, browsing the internet, snacking, or sleeping. The only thing that gets Rodd pumped and excitable is cars. Rodd LOVES cars, treats his like a baby and takes any chance to show it off, and often goes out on drives for fun that last hours. He takes his job as a mechanic very seriously.

It is incredibly easy for Rodd to make friends. In the Bent 8 he was originally friends with each member individually before introducing them to each other. Once they came to the surface Rodd had the easiest time learning Inkling due to making many friends to converse with.

Rodd also tends to have an easy time in relationships, and is often being asked out on dates, or asking others out on dates. They have had a few serious relationships, and hope to find something permanent someday. In secret, they have also helped Billy with dating, as Billy had trouble easing up after their military background.

Being a go with the flow kind of guy, Rodd tends to default to whatever Crooner wants to do, but has his moments of wanting to be a leader too. He also likes to mess with Crooner. During the Werewolf vs Vampire Splatfest Rodd kept howling over Crooner any time he tried to mention Team Vampire.

Rodd has an unusual appetite. Empty chip bags tend to be littered around their area, and their locker is always stocked with food. Food is a great motivator for Rodd, and he tends to be pro-any food, being on team Pineaple Pizza and team Gherk-In. Dialogue for these Splatfest and others usually hint at Rodd being disorganized and messy.

Rodd enjoys singing and playing his guitar that, like most things he owns, has flames on it.

History

Rodd was raised in the Splatlands by a fish family. He has no memory of his parents or where he came from but does not seem bothered by this. Their parents owned, worked at, and lived above a garage. Since as long as they can remember Rodd was fascinated by cars, and would plead and plead to be allowed to help. Every toy Rodd owned had to be a car or have flames on it.

He didn't do great in school initially, and was held back a bit. He met his friend Billy thanks to sharing the same grade, and for the longest time the two of them were inseparable. Around the age of fourteen Jerk transferred into their school and his friend duo became a trio, with him and Jerk eventually dating. A few years later Rodd has to move away, and Jerk goes with them.

With Billy being younger and unable to participate, Rodd promised he would never play Turf Wars until Billy was also able to. At some point Rodd breaks their promise to Billy and their friendship ends. Around this time Rodd meets Crooner. The two become quick friends and, together with Jerk, form a team together with a to be named fourth member. At some point Rodd and Billy make up and joins the team.

With Inkopolis becoming populated by Octoling the group begin participating in battles and life there, renting a small and cramped apartment together. They eventually move back to the Splatlands, with Rodd taking over their parents old garage. He and Billy share a duplex together, with Crooner and Jerk being their neighbors.

He apparently spends his free time joyriding around the desert.

Trivia

Rodd is a big fan of flames patterns, having them on his car, his weapon, his locker etc.

Rodd can sing pretty well, and plays the guitar. Their guitar also has flames on it.

Rodd seems to have little preference with who he dates, dating people of any species and gender, leading many to believe he's bisexual.

Rodd often refers to people as fella or pal

Rodd picked out their own name at 14.

Splatfests

Below is every time Rodd would have sided with during 1 & 2.

Note, not every choice has been selected because OP does not understand some of them/know what to pick/did not watch TMNT.

Gallery

( All art and Rodd's design by @scythemore )

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