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sussysluttyscorpio · 1 year

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Scorpio Placement Observations

(This picture doesn't belong to me in any way) (These may apply to 8th house placements too. Tell me if it does) (I won't make another post for Saturn and Jupiter. I'll include it in some astro-notes post briefly, if anything)

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SCORPIO SUN:

~Okay so, I won't typecast anything but Scorpio Suns are generally more comfortable around their male besties than their female counterparts? Like they don't get the girly shit or they don't like it all the time? But with the "bros", they get the homie feeling? You know?

~I feel people mistake Scorpio Suns a lot to being introverted and like ✨mysterious✨. Like, most Scorpio Suns (Tropical and Sidereal) are pretty chill, and ambivert, if not extraverted.

~Tropical Scorpio Suns are Sidereal Libra Suns. And well, out of all debilitated signs, this one is the least, well, difficult. A weak sun is good. Imagine looking at a very bright sun. It hurts your eyes, that's what it does. In the sign of Libra, it makes the native very diplomatic, very calm, very creative (fine arts or creative writing too even) The IT-girl placement? These people are so well liked. (Maybe the girls are envious from these people?) The guys who have this are so aesthetically pleasing to my Libra Venus. I see you🤍

~Sidereal Scorpio Suns are Tropical Sagittarius. These are the people who might be your stereotypical introverted, mysterious people, but that's generally because of an underlying insecurity, trust me. These people have a no-nonsense approach in life. Like if you're gonna bring me down, rightfully, fuck off. I'm not here for your shit.

~Well, as a Scorpio Sun (Sidereal) myself, I'm the biggest ambivert you'll ever find. I'll be an extrovert with the extroverts and with my introvert bestie, I'm a mild introvert. Haha, she makes me introvert. I love her.

~Also, most Scorpio Suns befriend other Scorpio Suns? I used to lose my mind when I first came across zodiacs. All my friends were Sagittarius Suns (Tropical). Like 5 of them, the closest ones. Or they were Scorpio Suns (Tropical). I didn't know about Risings then, let alone Sidereal. So, I used to always wonder why this is. Now, I know.

~I used to befriend Sidereal Scorpio Suns (Tropical Sagittarius Suns), and those were the closest ones always. I was myself always with them. Other Scorpio Suns always brought out the real me or a part of me I wasn't very open. True Vibe Soulmates, ngl.

~As for the Sidereal Libra Suns (Tropical Scorpio Suns), that was mostly because I have prominent Libra Placements so, comforting.

SCORPIO MARS:

~Tactical. Freaky hotties. Intense. Bold. The perfect "Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" placement.

~Not an observation but I wanna fuck a Scorpio Mars. At least once in my life. Call it my fantasy.

~You guys and your strong ass willpower has me weak in the knees. You can commit? A person in today's day and age who can friggin commit? I want it. Please. Take me in.

~Like when you decide to do something, you make sure you do it and that you do it better than any other motherfucker. You go study the depth of the subject and know the roots, like real focusing on the "how"s and the "why"s. "Why is Sodium a soft metal? WHY SODIUM, WHYYY?!!"

~See. The simple logic behind this is Mars is domicile in Scorpio. It's comfortable here. It's in its element. It will show its full effect now. And what does Mars represent? Passion. So, these people are passionate towards whatever they do. And when you do something passionately, you become the friggin best in it.

~Um, you know, with Mars, the Sign is one part of it. I feel more important is the house it is in and what planets are aspecting it. But since we're not discussing that, let's not digress.

~Sex is important? Fuck no. Sex is IMPORTANT. How will you know if you can mate this person for life? Sexual compatibility is essential for you guys. And it's understandable too. The blending of souls through the bodies is utmost to show the love you feel. Words? Mean shit. Actions? Speak louder.

~I don't remember where but I heard this from an astrologer that the difference between Aries Mars and Scorpio Mars is their approach. Aries is represented by the Ram. Scorpio, whereas, is represented by the Scorpion itself. So, when a Ram attacks, it does with its horns. Face to face, head-on confrontation, while a Scorpion does it with its sting, which is on its back.

~What I'm trying to say is when you wrong a Scorpio, they won't react immediately. They'll be like "Oh. Okay" and months later you find all your friends falling out with you, people knowing the shit you did and then you realise, it was the Scorpio Mars person's doing. So, these people will take their vengeance when their enemy would be at their fucking lowest.

~And these people hold their vendetta forever. Forgiveness? What the fuck is that?

~You guys make elaborate plans. Like Money Heist level plans. On a smaller scale could be, um, Mass bunking college or Dating your shitty ex's enemy/best friend as a revenge? Just ideas.

~NSFW: You might have a breeding kink. Just saying. You're all dominating ASF. Everyone. No switching. Just Dominants. Dominatrix. Idk. But you are.

~If you want to manifest something important, like good body, work place stuff, like manifesting the passion, use the color black, purple or red. These are the Martian colors. Red is more for Aries but works. I did it with a blog of mine. Customised it full red. It became an overnight hit.

~Oh and did I tell you you're hot? I'm sorry. You're hot. As hell. Femme Fatale Vibes. Like you can tell me Jennifer from Jennifer's body was Scorpio Mars and I'll believe you. A harshly aspected/placed/afflicted Scorpio Mars gives me Joe Goldberg/ Love Quinn vibes from You. I mean, especially Joe Goldberg cause Scorpio Mars can get stalkerish. It depends on if it is receiving negative aspects from nodes. Like I said, with Mars, sign is secondary. Primary is house and other planetary aspects on it. Not all Scorpio Mars will be Joe Goldberg, come on.

~This happened in another post of mine when I said something about Aquarius Sun and being Hitler-like as an example. Not all Aquarius Suns can be or will be Hitler. One placement does not define you. If it did, you won't need aspects or house systems for it. Pfft-

SCORPIO LILITH:

(I wasn't going to write about Lilith but @lavenderundmintt asked me in the comments, so here goes nothing)

~Honestly, I desperately try to find sources on how to interpret Lilith myself cause whatever I've read never made sense to me based on my placements. I have a Lilith in 1st. And many parts stay, well, conflicted. I'm no Mary Sue in parallel universe as many suggest but whatever. This will be a little shorter. I don't want to fill large paragraphs at the cost of inaccuracies.

~Lilith Scorpio people, I believe, may have stalker-ish boyfriends or lovers? See, with Lilith, you'll experience everything about the sign its in. The roles reverses.

~I just discussed it with a few people how people obsess hard over Scorpio Lilith people. Hookups reaching out, past lovers having difficulty moving on from you. Breaking up then coming back to you? Stalking you on social media? "I'm sorry. I'll change. I'll be better."

~Um, not sure about this but, you might feel uncomfortable in accepting your sexual-ness? Like, maybe, you find sex something taboo or disgusting? Or even to the extent of being Asexual? Or insecure in bed? Its okay if it is true. Many people do and are. But I just, what I'm saying is that after puberty or losing your virginity, you could've find it hard to accept your sexual urges. You could feel unclean/dirty. Might not masturbat3. Reason could be anything, I won't mention any triggers cause triggers are real. If it resonates, you get it and I don't have to say it out loud.

But, I'm just saying. I could be totally wrong here and I'm sorry if I am.

~Oh and this doesn't mean you are unsexy or people don't want to fuck u. You exude a very high, unresistable, sexual aura, many-a-times without realising it.

~You're maybe very submissive? Again, you may not be if it's in, say, 1st house. But just saying, you could attract people through your submissive side. Or "innocence" or "Purity" or wtvr bullshit guys these days find attractive.

~Oh and another very prominent thing I came to know from the discussions. Eyes. Something with eyes that you guys do which drive people insane. Like, you have very hard-to-not-notice eyes. There's power in those eyes which is like very magnetic.

~Needless to say. Lilith isn't a very positive planet. I've seen people discuss how traumas surrounds this planet. And it being in the sexual sign of Scorpio could go anywhere. Not implying anything.

~But one thing I am very certain of. You're unavoidable. You draw people towards you. You're the ✨moment✨

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tubbytarchia · 11 days

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I'm baffled that people are hating on you for having an opinion on a fictional Minecraft block man aksbahf. Even as someone who does enjoy FH (mostly the fandom version of it honestly), it's bonkers to judge someone for NOT liking a ship? Or not enjoying a character's behavior? Or for interpreting on-screen interactions differently than they do??? Like jesus, the whole point of fandom is to enjoy it the way you want to. You're not hurting anyone by seeing a pairing as negative based on what you watched. Look at friggin' Desert Duo, half the fandom writes 'em as toxic and divorced, and the other says they're devoted and inseparable. Different stances and interpretations make for a mixed and flavorful fandom experience and a melting pot of awesome stories and art. Good lord, god forbid you like something different or dislike a specific part of a media that you love lol

Keep doing you friend, you're great! <3

- 🧚‍♀️

Oh god if only it were like desert duo, if only... But lmao yeah right!! I'm sorry that Scott smajor damnthatsalongusername is a guy that exists in real life I really don't care. I just want to discuss what I see from the series! And the more I see people with similar opinions to mine talk, the more evident it becomes that those opinions used to be so minimal because of this kind of fandom treatment. And so my heart goes out to anyone who dares talk about said opinions even if it gets them accused of homophobia lol. I'm with you guys...

And the fact that you like FH... but you're on my blog and share this sentiment... Is that so hard... Is it so hard to be decently sensible about different opinions and interpretations...

Also I do like FH too haha, I don't think I can say I ship it but obviously it's really compelling to me, and I've said it before and I'll keep saying it that I very much enjoy a lot of fluffy FH art and I really like them in ESMP1 for example. But no, I said they were toxic in 3L so that means I hate them!!!! It's ridiculous how much of a black and white matter this is to so many people, I don't understand... And the thing is that I WANT to understand! As you said, it's cool and intriguing! Differing discussion only adds to any one subject matter. Soft FH people probably wouldn't change my mind but I'd love to understand their points if only those points weren't something along the lines of "shut up you're wrong" (obviously not everyone!! But it is what I keep seeing in the FH tag lol)

I've seen people proclaim Jimmy as the abusive one, or proclaim ranchers as toxic etc, and I don't see it but man does it intrigue me! It's absurd to me personally, but I'm not telling you to shut up - you can't just say that and not tell me more! I wanna know what people are thinking without shutting one another down...

#blabber #thank you so much fairy anon for the kind words also <3

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megamindslair · 10 months

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It's a Little Warm, Part 2

Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some kissing, unresolved tension! Bucky x Blackfem!reader. Plus Size Reader. Mentions of private parts but really mild. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Soft Bucky. Mild hurt/comfort. FLUFF. Part 2 of ?, I don't know how long this will take to wrap up. Slow burn to smut though. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. You enjoy a round of three-legged racing and football, trying to beat the heat.

Word Count: 3,365k

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A/N: Ack, this was cute to write. Not beta'd or barely proof-read. Any mistakes are mine. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging to support writers!

“Okay, I think we’re going to start with the three-legged race,” Uncle Sam said. He squatted with a hat on the ground that had little scraps of paper that he wrote different games on. He held two pieces in his hand and studied each one as if he were deciding the fate of the universe.

“Any day now,” Bucky said and smirked.

Your stomach flipped. So far, you two remained cordial. No one would have suspected that you kissed him just that morning. You twisted your lips. The hell were you thinking? You knew better. He was a friggin’ Avenger. What did you think was going to happen?

“Man, shut up,” Uncle Sam but his smirk matched Bucky’s.

Aunt Sarah’s sons, AJ and Cass, ran around the small group chasing each other. You absently watched as they accidentally bumped into Bucky and murmured their apologies. Bucky smiled and waved them off.

He was sinfully dressed in another pair of jeans and boots and a black T-shirt. The oppressive heat of the early day had nothing on the heat that suffused you looking at the man. His stubble was growing even more and thanks to your wandering hands, you knew exactly how prickly he was.

Bucky licked his lips as he caught you staring. You offered him a soft smile and looked away. You wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t hot. But you got his message loud and clear. Paws off.

“Okay, three-legged race it is followed by some old-fashioned football. First to six wins so we beat some of the sun,” Uncle Sam said.

Aunt Sarah threw up her hands. “About time,” she said and shook her head.

“And he calls me old and slow,” Bucky said.

“Okay, enough of all that. So, to make it even, kinfolk, you’re with Bucky ‘cause you’re short as hell and it’ll put him at a disadvantage. Sarah, you take the baby, ya’ll are the same height. I’ll take Cass because he’s my roadie,” Uncle Sam said, pointing at everyone as he spoke their name.

Immediately, you and Aunt Sarah objected to his short jokes and his reasoning. “Why don’t you take the baby, Captain Birdman?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. Perhaps your romper was the wrong choice today.

You thought you were being cute by wearing an olive green romper. You weren’t trying to rub your goodies in Bucky’s face, it was just that fucking hot. If you so happened to look irresistible, well, that was the Lord blessing you.

But you thought about crashing and burning all over the neat grass and pinched your lips. You would either get a bad burn, or grass stains all over your outfit.

“Because pipsqueaks gotta stick together,” Uncle Sam said and laughed at his own joke.

“I’m not a pipsqueak!” AJ yelled and pushed Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam pretended to fall over and held up his hands as if AJ was the stronger one. “Okay, okay, mercy!”

“Why don’t the girls stick together, you take the baby, and Bucky gets Cass?” You asked.

“Now kinfolk, I know you’re not suggesting that we play by arbitrary gender norms and stereotypes,” Uncle Sam said.

“Oh please. What, did you look up those words today?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got a word-of-the-day calendar. It’s neat,” Uncle Sam countered.

“I don’t see why I don’t get Bucky, ya’ll team together, and the boys team up together,” Aunt Sarah said with a wink in your direction. Uncle Sam missed it as he frowned.

“Absolutely not!” He said.

Aunt Sarah smirked and crossed her arms. “It’s either me or her,” Aunt Sarah said.

“Why can’t we team with Mr. Bucky?” AJ asked.

“It’s just Bucky,” Bucky said.

Uncle Sam got on his knee to look AJ in the eyes. “The name of the game is winning at all costs. We gotta play to our strengths. Teaming with Bucky would make you uneven and he’d have to carry you, and that’s cheating. But, pairing you with your mom is perfect,” he explained.

“Do not teach him that!” Aunt Sarah said and laughed.

“How about you team with AJ, Sarah and Cass, and me and Y/N?” Bucky offered.

Before Uncle Sam could say something, you shook your head. “I still say my configuration was better. Or Aunt Sarah’s,” you said.

Bucky frowned at you but you refused to look at him. Aunt Sarah tilted her head at you as if you were crazy. You smiled at her, pretending not to notice her expression.

Uncle Sam laughed, ever the clueless idiot. “The sun is only getting hotter, so how about this: I’m going to write some numbers on paper and we all pick. Whoever you get is whoever you get,” he said.

“Even if I’m matched with Bucky?” Aunt Sarah asked.

Uncle Sam scowled but ultimately nodded. “You better not, is all I’m sayin’,” he mumbled. He jogged to the patio table where he plucked the journal and pen off of it. He wrote quickly and tore up the pieces. He returned and dumped the hat that had the games on it. He placed the new pieces of paper in it and mixed them up.

He motioned for everyone to pick and you prayed and prayed. Each person revealed their numbers. Aunt Sarah and Cass matched, Sam got AJ, which left you with…Bucky. You frowned as you stared at your number.

“That’s what I said!” Bucky said. Uncle Sam mumbled about a waste of time and being hot as hell as he put away the slips of paper, hat, and journal.

Bucky bumped his shoulder against yours. “Guess you’re stuck with me,” he said.

You felt your lips move but you weren’t convinced you were smiling. Bucky frowned but you were spared from any questions as Uncle Sam came around with ribbons.

“And don’t your old ass cheat neither!” Uncle Sam said.

“Thought didn’t even cross my mind,” Bucky said innocently. He snatched the ribbon out of Uncle Sam’s hands before you could.

He knelt down and wrapped the ribbon around his leg and then around yours. He tugged a little too hard and you were forced to lean against him, using his shoulders to catch your fall. He looked up at you and your heart beat so fast, you knew he had to hear it.

His eyes were so clear and blue, it was like looking into the ocean. He smirked and as he tied the ribbon, he slowly massaged your calf. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. All he was doing was rubbing it and he already had you ready to make embarrassing noises.

He placed a kiss on your thigh, not breaking eye contact. You gasped as he slowly stood up. He was too tall, way too tall for you. For a brief moment, you panicked. What the hell kind of game was he playing? He kisses you one minute, throws you out the next, and then plays these games?

“Put your arm around me,” he commanded softly. You already had your hand moving up to circle his waist before your mind caught up to you. You scowled at him.

He slid his fingers across your shoulders and lightly played with your nape as Uncle Sam explained the rules. You didn’t hear a fucking word. Bucky’s fingers were like magic, easing a mild headache.

You sighed as he worked his fingers and your mind drifted, imagining he was doing that in bed.

You worked in perfect sync, stepping together. You giggled as you watched Aunt Sarah in the lead, ahead of Uncle Sam. You didn’t care if you won, you just wanted Captain Superman to lose. No, that’s not it. Captain Planet. You snickered as you raced to the finish line.

“Go!” Uncle Sam called out. The three pairs took off half stumbling, half wiggling as you tried to get to the treeline. Bucky, being superhuman, did most of the work for you even with holding back. His grip was tight around you and you clung to his shirt trying to keep up.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head as you laughed harder. You imagined Uncle Sam in blue paint, green hair, and spandex.

Aunt Sarah got to the tree first, followed by you, and then Uncle Sam. Aunt Sarah gloated and rubbed it in Uncle Sam’s face. He took the jokes in stride, sweat gathering on his head.

“Yeah, alright. We’ll see how tough you are when we get into this game. Pipsqueak, come help me set up the goals,” he said. He untied him and AJ, the latter playfully hitting his side for calling him pipsqueak.

“Come on, let’s get water for everyone,” Aunt Sarah said to Cass. She freed them as Bucky bent down to untie you.

“I’ll help!” You shouted. You winced at your tone. Aunt Sarah widened her eyes and nodded to Bucky. You mouthed “no”. Aunt Sarah mouthed, “why not?”

Bucky nipped your leg under pretense of having trouble with the knot he tied. You yelped and looked down at him. The smug bastard.

“Me and Cass, got it,” Aunt Sarah announced and scurried away before you could object more.

Bucky finally stood up and pulled you by your romper until you were closer to the tree. “I’m not a child,” you said and slapped his hand away.

“You’re acting like one,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

Bucky rubbed his chin and stretched out his neck. “What’s going on with you? You barely said anything to me today. And what was that thing earlier?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You took a few deep breaths. “I’m just following your lead.”

Bucky scrunched up his face in the most adorable way. He tilted his head like a puppy and you fought the urge to scratch his head like one. You crossed your arms. Stupid, traitorous thoughts.

He licked his lips and looked down his nose at you. You silently sighed. You were so feral for this man, it wasn’t fair. In a minute, you’d have to go inside to change your panties.

“What lead, Y/N?” He asked.

“You…this morning,” you waved your hands. Did you really have to spell it out? He crossed his arms and waited for an answer.

“I threw myself at you and you told me to go upstairs. I thought…I mean, we’ve only known each other a day. I get it,” you said.

“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I kissed you back, remember?” He asked.

“Then why’d you make me go upstairs?” You asked.

“Did you really want to start screaming where everyone could hear you? Had we kept going, I would’ve bent you over the table,” he said.

You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape. The image flashed through your mind. You pictured him sliding up your shirt, shoving your panties aside, whipping out his dick over the waistband of his pants before sliding into you. With his strength, he would’ve gripped your thighs with the pressure you like. As if he were holding on for dear life.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t…” you started, but don’t what?

Say things like that? Give you hope? You had tossed and turned all night reliving the kiss, the feel of his hands on you, and his stubble against your face. You imagined that he was sleeping like a baby across the hall, not concerned that he put you in knots.

“I ran through every single excuse not to run upstairs after you,” he said.

“Okay, let’s hear them then,” you said.

Bucky smirked. “Now?” He asked.

You looked to the side to watch Uncle Sam setting up posts with AJ. He had two set up and was working on the third. Aunt Sarah was by the cooler, picking out two water bottles and making Cass drink one.

“Uncle Sam’s gonna be done any minute now,” you said.

Bucky smiled and shook his head. He stepped closer to you. “You’re Sam’s niece,” he said.

“Play-niece. We’re not blood related,” you corrected.

“He’ll kill me,” he said.

“Captain Save-a-Ho wouldn’t hurt a fly,” you said.

“You’re younger than me,” he said. He sighed and he looked so weary.

“By a couple of years, big deal. We’re adults.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, I’m really older than you,” he said.

You stepped closer to him. “You were frozen for some of that. And I don’t see any wrinkles or…too much gray hair,” you said. You got on your tip-toes, pretending to look for gray hairs.

“Smart ass. I’m old fashioned,” he said.

“I’ve got an old soul,” you countered.

He shook his head and squinted at you. “You’re not making this easy,” he said.

“You’re the one who started kissing my thigh!”

You moved to push him away but he captured your hand and held it against his chest. “I don’t like when you ignore me,” he said softly.

“I didn’t ignore you,” you said. “I gave you an out. We can just stay friends.”

“We could. But I’m pretty sure the thoughts I have with you in that outfit are not friendly,” he said.

You blinked up at him. This was so far from what you imagined today to be like. You swore he would ignore you, treat you like glass, or worse…start treating you like Sam’s kid sister. Completely untouchable and unfuckable. Your heart raced as he stared you down. You could almost see those unholy thoughts.

He had you at a loss. Because you were mirroring those same nasty thoughts.

“Who’s ready to get spanked at football!” Uncle Sam called.

You bit your lip as you looked at Bucky. You leaned up and kissed him before licking his nose. “Come get spanked,” you said before moving out from under the tree.

Got damn, how was it so hot this early? You fanned yourself as you crossed the backyard. “You’re the one who’s gonna get a cherry red ass if you keep playing with me,” he said. He kept walking as you stopped and gaped at him.

Your pussy throbbed imagining bending over his knee as he spanked you. The heat seemed to double as you stood there.

“Come on, kinfolk!” Uncle Sam called to you.

You joined everyone else and Aunt Sarah hip bumped you. As Uncle Sam passed out the slips of paper, Cass passed you a water bottle. You held it to your head. You snuck a glance at Bucky. He smirked as he lifted the bottle and nearly drained it in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as he did so and you pictured licking his neck.

“Saw that,” Aunt Sarah sang. You cleared your throat and looked at her. “You’re not as slick as you think you are,” you said.

Aunt Sarah laughed. “I’m just helping you both out. You’re both so clueless, it’s actually painful to watch,” she said.

“Shut up,” you said and laughed, drinking your own bottle. You could do something obscene with it, but there were children present.

You picked your numbers again. You were on a team with Aunt Sarah and Cass. Uncle Sam, Bucky, and AJ were on a team.

As the sun started to bare down, you all agreed to keep teasing to a minimum as you set up for playing. Without fail, Bucky ended up guarding you whenever you had the ball. His competitive ass wouldn’t let you get around him.

Cass snuck up behind him and grabbed him, telling you to go. You ran and ran to the goal line and scored. Your team celebrated as Bucky pretended to fuss.

You set up against each other again. Uncle Sam hiked the ball to AJ and Bucky picked him up and ran with him to the goal post. “That’s cheating!” You and Aunt Sarah called out.

“Is it? He got the ball across, looks fair to me,” Uncle Sam shrugged.

You had the ball on the next play. You faked Bucky out, making him stumble. You ran for the goal line. You saw it in front of you and started to get giddy. You actually did it!

Until, you were plucked off the ground, spun, and then knocked gently to the ground with Bucky cushioning your fall.

“Oh, that’s so not fair,” you laughed.

Bucky held your hips and smiled at you. “Oh, you have no idea how unfair I can get,” he said.

You slapped his shoulder before standing up too fast. The world tilted as your eyes rolled and your head grew fuzzy.

“Y/N?” Bucky caught you in his arms. You held just enough strength to keep from slipping on your ass in front of everyone.

Soon, everyone crowded around you asking questions. “I’m fine,” you panted.

You waved them away and tried to get out of Bucky’s arms. But he tightened his hold.

“It’s low iron. I promise, I’m fine,” you said. Bucky cupped your cheek and moved your head side to side gently. “Are you sure?”

“This is so embarrassing. I promise I’m fine,” you said.

“Where’s your pills? When did you last take one?” Uncle Sam demanded.

“I’m fine, Dad,” you said. You apologized to the kids for ruining their day.

“Get in the shade and cool off. You’re in the lead anyway,” he said and waved his hand.

You were about to protest when Bucky scooped you into his arms and started walking towards the house.

“Put me down!” You shrieked. You held on to his neck and he walked you into the house, without so much as a grunt. You were too far off the ground. What if you fell? What if he fell? What if he decided you were too heavy and let you fall?

Once inside, he kicked out the nearest chair with his boot and placed you on it.

“You can’t carry me like that!” You yelled.

“Where’s your pills?” He asked.

You twisted your lips. You opened it to claim that you were a big girl and therefore too heavy for him. But then remembered the serum and nearly laughed. But Bucky wasn’t in the mood for laughing.

“Stubborn doesn’t work on me, doll,” he said.

You sighed and deflated. “On my dresser,” you relented.

Bucky disappeared upstairs and came back down in record time. He handed you your iron supplement and then a bottle of water.

“Did you skip this today?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Might’ve been…a week?” You asked.

“A week!” Bucky yelled.

“If I eat meals with iron in it, I’m usually fine. We had so much damn red meat yesterday, I’m pretty sure I had meat sweats,” you said and shivered, attempting to lighten up the mood.

“Let me get this straight. You don’t like people doing things for you and you don’t like taking care of yourself? Pick a struggle,” he said.

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. You knew he didn’t mean it as a joke but he had been hanging around Black folk for way too long.

Bucky knelt beside you and grabbed your hands. “Hey, this is serious. Iron deficiency is serious,” he said.

You sobered up and looked at him, really looked at him. He was…scared for you? You immediately wanted to shut that thought down, but how else could you explain his behavior?

“I promise I’ll do better. Sometimes I can’t always tell when my iron is low,” you said.

Bucky nodded and blew out a breath. “I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

He smirked. “Oh, doll,” he said. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek. You tilted your head into his hand, loving it.

“You need to keep your strength up for things I’m going to do to you,” he said.

You made a strangled noise and Bucky laughed. He leaned up and pressed his lips against yours. He was so warm, it was a stark contrast from the ice cold water you drank. He licked the seam of your lips before slowly pushing inside.

He kissed you slowly, reverently. When he pulled back, he winked. “Come on. The fun is just getting started.”

#marvel #marvel smut #bucky barnes #bucky x black!reader #fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x plus size reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x fem reader #The Secret Bucky Files #james buchanan barnes #bucky #bucky fanfic

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talentforlying · 2 months

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priest: i don't, ah, quite know what to say to you. if you are in such terrible danger, why are you taking it all so calmly? constantine: hmh! i dunno, father. i had a bloke beaten to a pulp earlier this evening. that sound calm to you? priest: you did what...? constantine: i must've been off me bleedin' rocker. i've never done anything like it before in me life, y'know?

constantine: but there's header gets his guts blown out, and george is stickin' his head in the noose, and helen gets ... jesus, then friggin' sarah bites me head off — ! everything's coming to bits in me hands and it's so easy to just see red and now, shit, they could've killed the tosser for all i know! and now i'm just like the bastards i've hated all me life! kill him! fire him! close them down! piss all over him! screw you, i can do whatever i want! i so much as blink and you're dead, pal! i'm in charge!! ...

constantine: 'scuse me, father. i'm always like this when i don't get me own way. — hellblazer #81, "rake at the gates of hell pt. 4"

babygirl you are just....so, sooooo offputting. (and grieving, and guilty, and terrified, but yeah: offputting.)

anyway, it's issues like this one that remind me why i kind of hesitate over some of the retcons in the recent spurrier runs, like the one with him now having opened dream's pouch of sand and stolen some before they even met. because like, it's easy enough to look at john constantine now — with 70 years of worst possible choices and unresolved trauma crystallizing underneath his skin to cover up all the soft, hopeful bits where he's used to getting hit — and assign him arbiter of ill intentions, magus of wasted potential, saint of shit choices, but man . . . he was new to this, once. he was still new to this 80 issues in.

80 issues in, and he's not used to losing friends yet; he even has time enough between catastrophes to grieve each individual one. still has enough left to live for at this stage to necessitate running and hiding, instead of bodily throwing himself at the problem like he learns to later, or sitting apathetically by to do nothing except smoke and watch the world fall apart when he finally gives up. fuck, he still apologizes.

and you're telling me this guy, this soppy wet cat motherfucker hiding from the devil in a church basement, so guilty over not knowing what happened to the guy that he paid people (paid chas, so chas could pay people) to attack that the bottle he's holding in this scene isn't even his second or third........this guy's past, more innocent self lied right to the face of DREAM OF THE ENDLESS and got away with it?

hm. i just don't know about all that.

#also this is where my headcanons tag is from <3 #( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS.#( visage. ) AND I'M A BASTARD.#( character study. ) A WALKING PLAGUE OF A MAN.#sometimes i just think that. people really like to reduce constantine down to one or two things #and somehow. after 250 issues of putting his life on the line bc he could never really make himself look away from people suffering #the soft sullen guilty person who wants so fucking desperately to be a better man? is never one of those two things #idk man. i think about this issue all the time #if i put these pages side-by-side with his grief in hellblazer 2? with his grief in hellblazer 213? 215? during the empathy virus arc?#it becomes CRYSTAL clear that the guy we know at the end of hellblazer isn't someone the guy who sat vigil for gary lester would recognize #in fact i think he's someone that hellblazer 81 constantine would fucking Hate #ANYway yeah. i don't think he lied to dream about the pouch. i don't think he ever got it open. i don't think that's canon for me #i want him to fucking Earn his asshole nature. the hard way. by making All The Wrong Choices that it took to get him there #he paved that road with good intentions himself but. he also used to remember the ones he started with #idk if i'm making sense but i have had this panel open on my laptop for Two Months now #bc i can never stop thinking about how fucking crushed he is here to realize that he might be exactly as bad a man as sarah said he was #and how little it will surprise him later on to learn that he is Easily capable of So Much Fuckin Worse #and with that your honor the defense rests. our evidence? just. just Look at this fuckin guy #scopophobia /#scopophobia #eye contact /#eye contact tw

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Hey so like did you happen to drop a tutorial for how you draw the turtles and I somehow missed it???? Cuz.... if not.... and you're willing........ please *gets down all fours* just the tip please drop some tips-

Hello Nonnie 👋! I uh.... I can't really do a video of how my process goes from start to finish (I don't know how to link it without my irl name popping up), but I can talk about the tools i use and how I problem solve. I’m afraid my tips aren’t especially good because I’m flying by the seat of my pants and how I learned was to just —> do the thing and watch others.

Ok. So, I'm sure by now you've skipped to the image below, and you've probably hurt either your eyes or your brain with the amount of shit there. I'm sorry. Yes, there is a butt. We all got em. (if for some reason you find yourself buttless, i am sorry.) But I'm not hiding the butt, because well. It's just a butt *shrug*

Alrighty Now I'll break down what that God Awful image above is. Starting in the Top Middle with Raph, that's me trying to draw with a perspective rectangle. To the right of that, we got arms and hands. Right below that, we got the basic shapes I use for a male torso (bigger) and a female torso (smaller) Below that, the infamous buttocks and hips. Basically a front and back shot of how that fits together. Then to the left of that we have the base sketch and final lines of my last Leo drawing. Right above that is a side view on how I'm trying to decide on how the shell works, and then little headshots of how I handle each turtle's face. Donnie is who I struggle most with, he has such a soft cute face but it's hidden under all his tech. In the middle you can see a sketch I did of Donnie in a hoodie, since I'm determined to put them all in clothes. Eventually.

[Dusts off glasses, squints, clicks projector button to move to next slide] Okedokie, I guess we start with anatomy, and understanding it. If you wanna draw anything, ya gotta know anatomy. Your "style" comes secondary to anatomy. If your anatomy is wack, no amount of dusting will fix it. And the more you draw/better you get at anatomy, the more "cheat" codes you unlock. So first thing you gotta do is draw ALOT and always be thinking about anatomy. It can be something as simple as looking at how people stand on the train, how they walk, big shapes and how they connect together. Or it can be detailed as what muscles connect and how they interact with each other to make the body move. You can also look at how other people handle anatomy, what they emphasize and what they put aside. I, for example, look at a lot of Frank Franzetta, Jeff Watts, and Patrick J. Jones. When in doubt however, break things down to the most simplest shapes and build from there.

Life long journey with anatomy aside, the thing I ended up focusing on when I draw the turtles is how I want them to appear. I deviate a lot from the way they are depicted in the films, and I think that's the most important part. Find a way to make them your own, in a way that's second nature to you, whether or not you take influence from others. For me, I wanted to soften them a little more, and get rid of that friggin flying saucer of a shell, even though I haven’t completely decided how I want to depict the carapace. There's a balance between making them recognizable and putting your own twist on it. You may not care about that though. I would just say find what works for you, and run with it.

You can also see that I am not neat At All. I like to feel around for lines and shapes a lot until I’m happy with how things look. I’ve been told my approach is very sculptural and “weighty”, and that works for me. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t care how other people do things, I like how I do things. And I think that’s very important for all artists. I think of things as three dimensional, and for some reason one day bayverse just clicked.

If I had one piece of advice, it would be to start light and don’t get overly committed to your sketches. I use photoshop and I knock the opacity of my brush down a bit while working, but I start with basic shapes and lines. Limbs are sticks and circles on where I think the elbow/knee “might” be, but if when I’m working on muscles or toning I find I’m off a little, I move the “joint” to where it makes sense. A lot of times I draw the head too big, and I have to size it back down, or the arms to short for some reason, and I have to drag the hand down. Idk. Practice makes you better. It’s not always a step forward, but it’s always a step in the right direction as long as you’re thinking while you draw.

If this spawned more questions, feel free to ask them- I don’t mind answering at all, even if it’s expounding on something touched here. Might drop some more of my messy sketch work if there’s interest

#ask away!#art tutorial #raccoon rambles #TMNT bayverse #TMNT #my tmnt art

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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hihi!! i thought this was funny and wanted to tell you😭

i was telling my friend about Goo and how i would absolutely marry him and they said that he needs their blessing. i asked what he can do to get their blessing and they said he needed to write them an essay about how much he loves me so, to entertain them, i wrote them an essay from Goo's perspective about why he wants to marry me with a 20 minute timer. it was 584 words in the end and I worked a miracle.

Moral of the story: Goo got the blessing😭so uhhh you can always write your way into someones life??

This tickled me, just imagining the unhinged ramblings from Goo POV mixed with your own. Drop it please.

Inbox clearing time! Non fic requests answered: 6. (Check it - plus my fave Lookism arcs!)

To the non-anon anon that I have not included and I don't know what to do with your message - No, I won't hold your hand while you poop. Good luck with that.

Really?? I feel so... unhinged and nonsensical (even more so than usual) when I rant. Seriously thank you for reading!?!!?

PTJ did somewhat write women with more of a personality in his Life As A Loser Series so it seems more of a shame that he's lost his touch and catering much more towards teenage boys with his current series.

Which. Fine. Action manhwa - great. BUT if your target audience are teenage boys then yknow, wouldn't it be even BETTER to write some strong badass women so these impressionable youngsters realise that not all girls need saving, and oh look. Girls are human too. With their own ambitions and flaws and imperfections, just like everyone else.

If you must make them simp, form a harem. Also. FINE. At least give them something beyond that.

Hey Black Anon! Sorry again for how long it took me to respond to your ask before, and hope it's going much better for yourself since your last request.

I'm muuuuch more responsive with DMs so if you ever wanna come out of anon - come shout at me in my DMs!!

HTF s2 is really... something. Completely lost the meaning of HTF and Viral Hit. Don't blame you for dropping it. Alas, the Taehoon grip on me is still going STRONG.

LOL. Me in a similar position, wondering if I should get into JJK.

Can I... recommend some of my fave arcs if you ever do decide to read Lookism? The ones I like are generally more story driven.

Vasco's backstory (prepare the tissues) - 52 - 57

Johan + Zack + Mira backstory (cult warning, another sad arc) - 132 - 138

Goddog (another pretty sad arc with Johan) - 199 - 213

Jacedichi Files (silly crime solving with Burn Knuckles) - 215 - 218

One Night (Johan + Jace!! Fun action) - 258 - 262

Jake Kim (PLEASE READ THIS IF NOTHING ELSE) - 302 - 318

Workers (2A) (Rescuing Sinu. Honestly, I cry almost every time. Read Jake Kim's arc to appreciate this!) - 372 - 392

Let me know if you ever get into it!!!

Me??? Mine????? I cannot write that guy so thank you - that means A LOT to me! I will try harder to write a decent Eli (that doesn't devolve into ranting about his current direction).

Thank you for reading and being so friggin CUTE!! 💖

I feel a vaguely threatening tone from this.

Like something Goo would recite before walking into a darkened warehouse with a crowbar 🤔

Baby there's nothing noble about this, but it is actually more satisfying than my normal job lol (lolling through tears).

Thank you so much for reading!! My single braincell has been firing quite well with these ideas.

Anon. Honestly this is adorable, I've screenshat this for a pick me up ahhhhhhh 🥹

My dear 🕊️ anon, thank you for reading my DG fic! I also feel very little for DG but I will admit I am coming around to him.

YES!!! I LOVE the idea of someone getting close to James Lee in his younger years, and him being soft for the reader.

And then I also like angst so let's bring those 2 things together. Heh.

Eeeee I also added that Remember fic to my list of faves that I have written.

Please. I also have a list of fictional men I am unwell over. Let's start a support group! 🫠

#🕊️ anon #🖤 anon #ramen asks

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lunagojo · 2 years

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My Favourite Anime Boys When Their S/O Has Had a Bad Day ~

(a/n: Having an awful day today so I decided to write this in an attempt to comfort myself, I hope it offers some comfort to you guys too <3)

Featured Characters: Satoru Gojo, Shoto Todoroki, Erwin Smith, Tengen Uzui, Bakugou Katsuki, Kyojuro Rengoku, Gundham Tanaka

Gojo Satoru

When he first gets the text from you that you've had a crap day he immediately up and leaves work (he's literally in a meeting with the higher ups and is just like "K gotta go BYE")

As much as Satoru enjoys teasing you, you are extremely important to him and all he wants is to see you happy

Will stop by a cafe on the way and get 10 million sweets and cakes for you, money's no object to him, especially when it's for you

As soon as he gets home he's sweeping you into his arms and mooshing you against him, allowing you to just melt into him

If you need to cry he will let you do so into his uniform as much as you want, he'll rub your back and whisper soothing words to you

Though after you calm down, he'll wipe your cheeks with his fingers and say: "Even when you're all snotty and teary you look so cute, Y/N. But I do like your smile a lot better~" He'll grin at you, eager to at least make you giggle

Todoroki Shoto

Shoto does his best, ok

He doesn't exactly know what to do, when he sees you upset? He wishes he knew what to do, exactly, because he hates seeing you sad

"Do you want to talk about it, Y/N?"

He'll patiently sit and listen to you if you do want to talk, if not, he'll completely understand and hold you close, stroking your hair comfortingly

Shoto will ask you what you'd like for him to do, if there is anything he can do, to make you feel better

You want takeout? Sure, of course! You want to cuddle? He's all yours, no complaints whatsoever. You want to watch your favourite movies? He's already got them in the DVD player

When he sees the smallest smile on your face his heart swells. He wants you to know that he's always there for you, whatever you may need

Erwin Smith

Tbh Erwin's most likely at work when he gets word from you about your day

He's another one that will drop everything and come home to you

You're important to him, he wants you to know that, and he'll be damned if anyone tries to keep him from you, especially on a day like this

He's a textbook gentleman, okay (i friggin love him ugh) so he'll stop and buy you flowers on his way back

He wants you to talk to him about what happened, so you can get it out of your system and hopefully feel better

This man is a master of motivational speeches so you'd best believe he's going to list every single thing that makes you strong and capable of moving on from this bad day

He's always so supportive and reassuring toward you, he truly thinks the world of you

Tengen Uzui

(hnnnnngh)

If Tengen knows you've had a crap day, so do his wives

They are ALL there for you immediately

Hinatsuru is cooking your favourite meal, Suna is clinging to you, Makio is cussing out whoever made you upset

Meanwhile Tengen is kneeling in front of you telling you how flamboyant and amazing you are to him, and how a simple bad day isn't going to change that

He will literally envelop you in his arms, have you rest your head in his boobs pecs, and let you vent as long as you need to

All of them are reassuring you of how special you are to them, and how much they love you

You'd all fall asleep that night in a big tangle of limbs, it looks uncomfortable as hell but damn if you don't feel loved

Bakugou Katsuki

WHO THE F DOES HE HAVE TO KILL FOR MAKING YOU UPSET--

Seriously this man will 100% fistfight someone if he needs to, NOBODY makes you feel this way

Though when you eventually calm him down and explain what exactly happened, that it was just a bad day, he gets it

We all know this guy's a great cook, right

So...he will cook for you

He tends to be a bit softer when you're sad, 'cause he knows that you're not really in an emotional place to handle his...you know, name-calling

Though of course he's only really soft for you in private, he can't let Kirishima or Kaminari see him like this (he'd never hear the end of it)

He'll cuddle with you until you feel better <3 (all while explaining that he'd like to kick your bad day in the ass)

Kyojurou Rengoku

He will not stop until you're smiling again

Doesn't matter what he has to do

Lend you his haori to snuggle up in, sit in silence, vent everything? Whatever you need, he's there

He gets that sometimes you don't feel like talking and he assures you that it's okay! But he will sit you down and explain in detail every little thing about you that he loves and admires

(I'd start crying all over again honestly)

Enlists the help of Senjuro in cooking your favourites

He'll hold you close, arms wrapped firmly around you, your head tucked under his chin

I feel like he gives just the absolute best hugs

If you're crying, he'll wipe your tears away with his thumbs before kissing your forehead gently, "Don't worry, Y/N. You're a fighter, and I know you'll fight to make tomorrow a better one."

Gundham Tanaka

He's another one who doesn't really know what to do, at first

At first he'll just...pat your head a bit?

But then he realizes that it's not really doing much to comfort you so he'll plonk himself down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close

The Devas climb out of his scarf and snuggle up to you on your shoulders

"My darling...do not let the ills of this dimensional coil upset you. For you are stronger than that, my Ruler of Ice."

He may be a bit cryptic, but he does mean well, and he means every word he says

After all, not just anyone can touch his poisonous skin, to him you are an ethereal, magical being

He knows what your favourite animal is, so he'll 'summon' whatever it may be

If all else fails he calls Sonia for help, and she comes bearing with fancy cakes and sweets for you all to share ;3;

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puppiekit · 1 year

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you know what probably a warrior cats hot take but NightHeart 100% has BPD (coming from someone who has BPD) so seeing the fandoms blatant hatred for him is hilarious and ironic. Scrolling through the NightHeart posts on this sight is on par with all the hate posts I see about my disorder on the internet not even exaggerating you people say the same exact stuff

Like cmon... You cannot tell me this isn't him

Honestly though it seems to me that the fandom has 0 issue sympathizing with or understanding the perspective of neglected/traumatized characters, but only when they express symptoms that are mild and/or can be glorified by the plot. Traumatized characters that turn around to become meek, soft-spoken, people-pleasers, or riddled with anxiety and fear are automatically recognized as traumatized, and what they have experienced is always taken into account when addressing their behaviors/worldview. Same with traumatized characters who turn around and try to overcompensate for whatever it is that they have experienced (eg. BlueStar growing paranoid and isolating herself after the betrayal she faced from TigerClaw, and also ditching StarClan because she feels as though they have taken enough away from her.)

… Traumatized characters who don't trust/like their peers, who express anger and recklessness and resentment, however? As far as most fandoms are concerned, they are just mean, cruel, and potentially evil, even if they aren't violent, and even if they dont want to harm others. (… probably doesn't help that most of the villains in the series project their own issues through anger though). If a character who is traumatized turns to anger, most people don't bother trying to take their experiences in account for their behavior, and sympathizing is out of the question… Can I blame them? Not really. It's makes sense not to like a character who projects their hurt and insecurities onto others. But the refusal to at least acknowledge why NightHeart is the way he is continues to shock me - people have more sympathy for literal villains and murderers lmfao.

Like this fandom is ridiculous. Not only because most of the things people hate about him is actually nothing more than the fault and biases of the writers themselves, but because for *years* the fandom was begging for a character that had real depth and real issues and a solid personality. Now these same people are whining because said character isnt a soft owo anxiety-ridden baby like friggin AlderHeart. Like no hate I love AlderHeart but from what I see people only gush over him and his bare minimum representation of anxiety because he hardly shows any symptoms that aren't already infantalized to hell and back by the internet. I mean just look at how the fandom treats GooseFeather... Dude never once acts out of malice and lives a life of isolation and genuine suffering, and yet the fandom consistently demonizes him and says awful things about him. This fandom needs to cut the crap lmfao

#wc #warrior cats #nightheart #opinion #i just find it kind of ironic that the fandom is always whining about ableism and mental health #but isnt afraid to show blatant hatred and disregard for a pretty accurate depiction of a disorder #its annoying actually

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headstrongblake · 8 months

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[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance, such as straightening a tie, fixing their hair, or buttoning their shirt for them, etc . / kassy & nick / @thewholecrew

" okay, man you're taking too long... i'll see you across the hall in a minute. " nick smirked, goading grant into finishing tying the friggin green tie instead of stalling because the idea of going to the girls' very public prom is a little out of both their comfort zones. nick had never attended one, and although grant didn't go into details, nick got the feeling neither had he. " you think this looks straight? " he asked grant, gesturing to his sleek black tie before glancing down at it again. when grant agreed it did in fact look straight, nick knocked the back of his hand against grant's arm before pulling open the apartment door. " all right, let's do this. "

it feels like forever that they stand outside octavia's door, listening to too many voices buzzing around. it's the only time nick has waited instead of immediately barging into the apartment but he thinks about it doing so until octavia finally opens the door. for a moment even nick's stunned, eyes taking her in. " huh, so you can clean up nicely. " he smirked, chest tightening instantly as her palm collided with the front of his suit. " say something nice, or you don't have to come in. " octavia stated with a scowl.

nick shook his head, " okay, okay, you look beautiful, tavi, gorgeous really. " nick stepped forward into the apartment, pressing a soft kiss to octavia's cheek before, " now where's the gold goddess?" he asked, reaching to ruffle octavia's hair before she quickly dodged under him to greet her date, " kass is just finishing liv's makeup," octavia called to him before smirking up at grant. " you look handsome with a touch of green, " she complimented, happiness filling her features.

nick strolled into the apartment, eyes widening at the destruction with makeup, mirrors, curling irons and clothes everywhere. " kaaaaaassy, " nick called as he neared octavia's room where alec had directed him. it's got better light he'd explained after nick complimented his outfit for prom. nick rested his shoulder against the door frame, mesmerized by the gold of kassy's prom dress and how heavenly it looked against her skin. he lifted his hand to rub just under his mouth, head shaking as, " wheeu, kassy, my my, " he said, finally entering the bedroom as liv got up from her spot, checking herself over in the mirror before exclaiming to kassy it was perfect. " you look it too, " nick smiled as liv thanked him and went off to finish getting ready with the rest of the group.

" damn, kass, you're stunning, now i know why you picked such a good look for me, can't have me draggin' down your beauty. " he said, wandering towards her with his hands stretched out. " so, how does it look? " he asked. obviously, it's fire, i picked it. nicklas couldn't stop his laugh even after she got a questioning look in her eye and he stalled. " what? what's wrong? " he questioned, glancing down at himself as she neared him, closing their distance and making it just a touch harder to breathe with the way that dress clung to her. it's not straight, she commented, adjusting his tie despite the fact nicklas has adjusted it about a hundred times. her hands smoothed over the tie down his torso ensuring there were no imperfections before he felt a soft pat against his chest. " blame grant, i told him it wasn't. "

#thewholecrew #it literally had no business being this long xD #pv. all american

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sunny6677 · 11 months

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Spookytale

(An Undertale x Spooky Month crossover)

Chapter 10: Napstablook.

Summary: After an incident involving the whole town getting hypnotized(besides Skid) and falling into a hole, all of them find themselves in a place that will change their life forever.

TWS: NONE.

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The next room they had walked into had been fairly simple, holding the same purple brick walling. There were two cut short pastel purple paths, both at the entrance and at the exit. The middle of the floor was dark purple. And.. for whatever reason, there appeared to be what looked like cheese on a small wooden table near the right wall.

As the group noticed the cheese which had been on the table, Streber opened his mouth to speak. "Hey.. look! There's a block of cheese over there." Ethan seemingly noticed, and glanced over, though he(along with Streber and the others) did not stop walking. Ethan simply mumbled, "Oh.. hey, there is."

"You.. think we could use it for food or somethin'? I'm kinda starting to get hungry after being down here for so long." Streber grinned nervously, looking up at Ethan as he walked ahead with the group. "Mmm.. maybe not. Who knows? That might not even be cheese." Ethan stated. Streber paused, before sighing, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe we can see if Toriel has anything when we finally find her."

Robert glanced over to the left for only a moment, but then he paused briefly, widening his eyes slightly. In a soft voice, he spoke, while gesturing to the area, "He—hey! Dude's.. there's a little mouse in that hole over there!" While Ross and Roy did not cease their walking, they glanced over to where Robert was gesturing to. "Oh.. there is. How do you think a mouse even got down here?" Ross remarked, seemingly a little surprised.

"I dunno.. but its pretty friggin' cool!" Robert smiled, shaking his hands a little. Roy opened his mouth to speak, rolling his eyes, "Well, I think it's pretty—"

"Boy's! Dont just stay down there! We'll lose ya!" John was heard yelling near the exit as the group seemed to be approaching it. The three looked over to John, who had been standing there with his face slightly turned to where they had been standing. Robert called out, "Uh.. okay! Sorry, uncle!"

As Ross walked back over to where Jaune had been(Jaune pulled him over close once he did, and had seemingly murmured something to him, along the lines of, "Hey, don't worry off from my sight now, okay?"). Roy walked near Robert, seemingly rambling on about the place. In his raspy voice, he remarked in a grumpy manner, "Geez.. this place is so boring.. I hope we find that weird goat lady soon.."

Robert paused, before hesitantly saying, "Yeah.. me too."

Robert walked alongside Roy still, forming back with the group. And yet, he glanced back at where the home was for a moment. He could have sworn he had seen a twitching nose from a small gray muzzle in the darkness of it, along with shiny beady little eyes that were barely visible due to the shadows of the hole.

Robert smiled. Knowing that the mouse might one day leave the hole and get the cheese.. it filled him with Determination.

After a few seconds, he eventually turned away, and walked off with the others.

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"What in god's name.."

That had been the first few words John had uttered once he had walked into the next room with everyone, confusion and anxiety present in his gruff masculine voice.

The room had not been too complicated. Simple dark purple brick walling, along with a pastel purple path that was cut short at the entrance, and another pastel purple path that was cut short at the exit. There appeared to be some red leaves in the middle of something that almost resembled a doorframe with the way it was shaped, though of course, no door had actually been there. If there had been though, a door would fit perfectly inside. A rather giant door, anyway.

But what was curious was the white, transparent figure laying upon the red leaves.

From what it appeared.. it was a ghost.. perhaps? It had a mouth, and what looked like eyes, but.. it had no nose, and no legs. It looked like a stereotypical cartoon ghost you would see on a Halloween special of a cartoon animated show or something.

"What in the hell is that?" Jack muttered to himself, his expression appearing to be pondering the transparent figure right before he and John. As the others stepped in, their eyes widened and their lips quivered in disbelief. Truly, this place could not get much stranger.. right? "I.. I dunno, it looks like a ghost.." John muttered, gazing at the strange monster before he and his partner. A few took some steps back, weirded out by the sight despite the many monsters they already encountered.

"A ghost?!" Skid grinned, popping out from the group of people suddenly with an excited smile formed onto his innocent face which was hidden by the skeleton mask. He shook his hands, beaming, "That sounds so spooky!"

Pump popped out as well, yelling, "It looks spooky too!"

Skid turned to Pump, saying innocently, "Let's get a closer look!"

Skid and Pump began to attempt to walk foward to the creature, seemingly prepared to make the barrage of crashing sounds which would be made anytime they even ran. But before they were able to, Lila pulled Skid back into the crowd with an anxious look upon her face. And Susie forcefully dragged Pump back into the group, saying snarkily, "Oh, no you dont!" ("Wha—hey!" Pump was heard saying before Susie dragged him back in).

"Mom! Can't I go and see the ghost-thing?" Skid begged, while Lila held him gently in her arms. Lila sighed, saying, "No, son.. I don't think you can.." Skid merely mumbled with his arms drooped out, "Aww.." (Kevin shot an irritated glance at both of them. Had Susie and Lila not dragged either of them back in, he most likely would have dragged them back himself. But even so, he remained annoyed. Silently, anyway.)

Lila then turned back to the officers. She asked politely as she held her son, "Well.. what do we do now, officers? Do.. you know what we should do?"

"Well, ma'am, I don't really know.. but we'll try and deal with it. Just hang on tight over there." John grumbled, and then turned back to the figure before he and Jack.

Jack then cleared his throat, trying to say while keeping a stern but soft expression, "Uh, hey, can you mo—"

The ghost interrupted him, by saying 'z' out loud repeatedly. By the looks of it, they were pretending to sleep. "Are they gone yet?.." The ghost mumbled while pretending to sleep still, it's voice echoing slightly as if the room had been bigger than it actually was.

John and Jack merely looked at eachother, both with confused expressions. John tried to say, "Uh.. hey, we know you're—"

...alas, the ghost interrupted him, continuing to say 'z' out loud repeatedly. The two gained slightly irritated expressions. They just wanted to get this ghost to move out of their way so they could lead everyone to safety! They knew what they were doing as officers. And they had come across many irritating encounters in their careers. But how exactly would they deal with this?

"...should we force it outta the way?" John inquired, looking at Jack.

In a deadpan voice, Jack merely replied, "..yeah, probably."

The two began to take a few steps foward. Streber slightly widened his eyes, raising his brows a little. Trying to speak, he stammered out, "He—Hey, maybe you guys shouldn't—"

It was too late. They began to push it, trying to move it with force. But.. like many of you were probably expecting, their hands would go through it, not being able to actually push it. John and Jack shivered, feeling the coldness of the transparent figure send a chill up their spine.

Then, the ghost or transparent figure or.. whatever the hell it was, began to slowly rise up, floating mid-air. "Wh—What the.." Kevin was heard muttering from behind as he took a few steps back. Along with a few others, and Jack and John.

But.. instead of seeming a little menacing like the other monsters so far of which had been encountered(not exactly menacing, though. Mainly just.. strange or mysterious.), the ghost looked upon them with glistening 'eyes', of which seemed like it had been about to cry. In fact.. tears actually began to trickle down from the corners of its shadowy 'eyes', dropping down onto the ground. The sight had added a hint of confusion to the room now. Some faces softened, and others raised a brow.

The ghost only mumbled out in an echoing, miserable voice, "...oh.. I'm sorry.. I wanted to be left alone... but I ignored you all, didn't I?"

John paused. This had been unexpected. "..yeah, you kinda di—"

He then heard his speech being interrupted by Streber's voice. "Why.. are you crying?" His voice sounded somewhat softer than it had before, he seemed to be directing his question toward the ghost in question who had still been floating. Ethan commented, "Yeah, you look like you've seen a ghost."

...

Everyone stared at him in silence. For a moment, he glanced around, confused. "What?" He uttered. And then he realized.

Silently, Ethan only muttered, "..oh."

The ghost only continued to sob quietly. For what it seemed, this ghost didn't seem to have a sense of humor. As he continued sobbing, his tears began to.. float around. They began to fly in the direction of the group, which caused Jack and John to let out surprised shrieks. "Agh!" They both screamed quietly. They dodged narrowly, along with a few others who nearly got hit. The faint odor of ectoplasm nearly permeated the vicinity.

After dodging a tear, Streber stood back up. For a moment, he stared at the ghost. He seemed to ponder it, watching as it cried, and watching as John and Jack seemingly began to try and calm it down. He could barely hear what they were saying, for it was muffled to him. It.. seemed so miserable and sad. For whatever reason, he could not help but.. feel some sort of pity for the ghost. His face softened, and for a moment, he stared down at his hands.

A look of Determination then flickered onto his face.

He then took a few steps foward, ignoring Ethan's confused voice. "Where are you going?.." Ethan inquired.

Streber did not walk close to the ghost. He stood merely a few feet in front of Ethan, and behind Kevin. After pausing for a moment, he finally uttered, "Hey.. uh.." He felt all eyes on him, and yet, hesitantly, he continued.

"...I don't really know what's upsetting you, but.. we're not.. mad, if that's what you're thinking. I'm sure you were just scared. It.. isn't your fault for feeling scared, alright?" Streber spoke, trying to be gentle with his approach. The ghost glanced at him, its 'eyes' glistening with curiosity and surprise. "And.. whatever any of us did to scare you, I'm.. I'm sorry." Streber said. He didn't exactly know if what he was doing was the right approach, but..

"Heh.." The ghost laughed.

...if it seemingly made the ghost laugh, then.. maybe it was. The ghost seemed just a little bit better. Streber couldn't help but smile. The others still remained completely silent, even Jack and John. Roy opened his mouth, seemingly prepared to say something rude, but Ross placed a hand on his shoulder as if to tell him to stop without actually talking. John froze, unsure of the approach. But he then turned around to face the ghost, and said, "..uh.. yeah.. we're sorry for, uh.. scarin' ya. We just wanted to get through, and you weren't movin' so.."

"..oh.. I see.." The ghost replied, "..that was rude of me.. I'm sorry.. I really shouldn't have ignored you.." The ghost still softly sobbed. Strebers face softened with pity again. Why on earth was he feeling bad for this ghost? He couldn't help but feel bad for it, for whatever reason. Natural sympathy sunk into his heart. He had to do something.

A few words(most likely formed by the ghost) had then suddenly popped up, right above the ghost. Though many were surprised by it apparently being capable of spelling out words, they managed to read it as it slowly appeared. It had read: "REALLY NOT FEELIN UP TO IT RIGHT NOW. SORRY."

...

..geez, this ghost was a downer.

Regardless, Streber stammered out while nervously smiling and taking at least one step closer, "Uh.. hey, you know where the ghosts bedroom is located?"

The ghost paused. "..uhh.. a house?"

Streber only replied, "No, no.. down the hall-oween."

...

"Heh.. heh.." The ghost laughed. Ethan stared on in disbelief. Ethan silently asked, "..hey.. why didn't anyone laugh at my joke? I know I said it on accident, but—"

Streber noticed that the ghost was still beginning to sob again, though a bit less this time. At the very least, the joke seemed to improve the ghosts mood a little. As it's tears began to fly in the direction of the group again, they narrowly dodged. Streber ducked under one which nearly hit him in the head, miraculously not being hit. He dodged another one, which nearly hit him in the leg. He let out tiny gasps of surprise.

But seeing the ghosts improving mood.. filled him with too much Determination.

Afterwards, he then said, "There we go.. you're doing great! Even when you're sad, you're not afraid to show that you found a joke funny. And you've just met us!" He paused, and then patiently smiled. "..I'm really proud of you."

The ghost paused.

"...I want to show you all something.." The ghost smiled softly, sniffling a little still. At the very least, it seemed to be a lot better now.

Jack then asked, "Uh.. and what's that?" He seemed a little less good with this situation than Streber had been, though he had to admit, Streber was doing a weirdly good job for cheering up some random ghost.

"...let me try.." The ghost mumbled. Then.. it began to cry again, but.. this time, it's tears flew upwards. Astonishment filled everyone's gazes, and shock as well. Their eyes widened, their mouths went nearly agape as they watched the sight. Then.. gradually, they noticed that the tears were forming.. a hat. Well.. a weirdly water-y looking hat anyway.

"I call it 'Dapper Blook'... do you guys like it?" The ghost inquired with its wavering voice. It seemed to be eagerly awaiting a response, but mostly from Streber.

Streber opened his mouth to say something, but he found himself being cut off by Ethan. Ethan, who had then said in an oddly flirty tone in an attempt to cheer the ghost up, "Looks pretty good, hot-stuff~"

...

Everyone in the room, including Streber, slowly turned to Ethan, cringing visibly.

"..oh no.." The ghost then muttered aloud, letting out a few tears. Streber was about to shoot a look of disapproval at Ethan, mistaking the ghost for being saddened. He nearly whisper-yelled, "Ethan!" But he was then interrupted by the ghost slowly lowering onto the leaves.. though it did not lay down.

The ghost said, "I usually come to The Ruins because there's nobody around... but today, I've met some nice people.." The ghost gave a soft, yet small smile. A few people in the room(specifically Streber) could not help but smile back. Streber could have sworn he heard someone utter aloud, "..awww.."

The ghost paused. "...oh, I'm rambling again. I'll get out of your way.."

Before any of them could say anything, the ghost then vanished slowly. A few would be surprised, but then again, it was a ghost. It shouldn't have been that surprising.

"...well that was weird." John commented aloud.

There was a moment of silence.

"..uh, well.. come on, everyone. Let's get going.." Jack spoke aloud, turning back to everyone and gesturing to the exit of the room. After a few seconds of hesitation, the group obliged, and began to follow behind Jack and John yet again. Though Jack seemed to attempt to step over the leaves, a nervous line of sweat dripping down his face.

Ethan walked over to Streber as they began to exit. The group conversed quietly with others who were near, and seemingly, Ethan was coming to converse with Streber. He asked quietly, raising a brow, "What was that?"

"..I.. I don't know. Something in me just felt.. bad for that.. thing." Streber answered, clenching his fists a little as if to gesture, though he did not seem angered whatsoever. He seemed almost hesitant whenever he called it a 'thing', as if it hurt to call it that.

Ethan paused. "Well.. I don't blame you. The monsters down here seem.. weirdly nice."

There was a second of silence.

"Let's just go up on ahead, okay? I'm sure there'll be more things to deal with." Ethan tried to say, smiling.

Streber hesitated, before sighing and saying, "...yeah. alright."

The group began exiting the room, though Streber couldn't help but think about the interaction that had just happened between him and that ghost.

He tried to shake his head, tried to shake away his thoughts. There were more things to be dealt with. He couldn't keep his mind on one simple ghost when the most important thing down here was their possible survival.

....right?

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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚊_𝟶𝟷_𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

In a shop called, Junk Shop Mediocrity, a blue haired male was talking on the phone with a customer.

"Thanks for calling Junk ship Mediocrity" The male, Aoba Seragaki, ended the call with the customer, only to come back on the phone for another customer who was calling. "How can I help you today?" He asks. "Yeah...Yeah...We've got a bunch of those in stock actually. Would you like to get one of them from us? Hello? What? My voice?" Aoba sighed softly. "That's awfully nice of you to say, but yeah, we've got those parts your looking for. The S type...We've actually got a special going right now. You wanna place an order?" Aoba taps his pen against the desk. "Sounds good. Thank you very much. I just need a credit card number to hold the order for you" Aoba then sighed again and placed the phone back into its charging holder.

"Aoba, let me guess. You got another compliment about your voice" His allmate, Ren, says. Aoba leans back in his chair, hands behind his head.

"Yeah...Seriously, I don't get the bid deal with voice anyway"

"It's getting people to place orders, so lighten up will you" Another voice says. Aoba and Ren turns their head to spot a silver looking cat allmate, Sushi, licking her paw.

"She had a point"

"Yeah, your right you two. It just started getting a little weird when guys said it. I just don't get why Y/N/N can't do it. She's the girl here"

"They just prefer yours" A purple to blue haired girl says, coming out from the back. Y/N L/N. "Besides, I don't even work here"

"They don't know that" Aoba whines.

"Aoba, you've got mail" Ren announces. Aoba looks at his coil.

"Right" Aoba goes to check.

"Your open, hya!" A voice shouts , a young boy with brown hair and a band-aid on his noise, wearing a mouse suit. He swung a stick on top of Aoba's head, causing Aoba to hold his head in pain.

"Ow, you friggin, little brat!" Aoba says.

"Your just as weak as you've ever been, Aoba" The Little girl, Mio, says.

"You've gotta be tough" Kio says.

"Hey, that's my line"

"How many times do we have to tell you to not play around in here. You three could get seriously hurt" Y/N says with a soft yet bold tone. The three kids look at her, just noticing her presence. Nao and Kio wore a small blush on their faces as they raced towards her, causing Sushi to jump onto the counter where Aoba was and leave Y/N to be pulled into a bone-crushing hug by the two younger boys, their arms wrapping around her neck as her's wrap around their bodies.

"Y/N!" They yell, as Nao starts to rub his cheek against Ruka's. She chuckles, hugging the two boys back. Mio giggles and skips over to Y/N, hugging her legs. Y/N looks down at the girl and smiles softly.

"Do I need to get a kendo stick of my own, you brat!" Aoba warns, looking at the siblings. Mio pulls away, grabbing Ren.

"I'm so scared. I'm gonna leave right now" Mio taunts, playing with Ren's paws.

"P-Please stop" Ren says. Sushi laughs as she licks her paw. Ruka places the two boys down. Kio separates from Y/N, leaving Nao to keep hugging Y/N, who rubs his head. Nao then looks up at the shelves, pointing to something that catches his eye "Hey, what's that?"

"I'm not sure" Kio says, mobbing next to his brown-headed brother. Aoba looks at them with narrowed eyes, but then relaxes when he feels a small hands rub his back, getting all of the kinks and knots out, causing him to sigh with relief. He looks up to see Y/N, and she smiles down at him.

"What would I do without you Y/N/N?"

"Meh" Aoba's coil beeps and he looks down at it with curiosity. He jumps up when his coil beeped, meaning that he replied and sent.

"Wait. Whoa, I didn't tell it to send" He looks to Y/N "I didn't just pick up some some Trojan did I?" She shrugs. The three kids go over to them.

"We're you just watching porn on your watch" Nao asks.

"Of course not" Aoba says, a deadpanned expression on his face.

"And why would you even suggest that?" Y/N asks, eyes squinted. At that moment, the owner of Junk Shop Mediocrity, Haga, announced his arrival as he held a box with his two hands.

"Hello there Aoba. And nice to see you again, Y/N" Haga greets the two warmly.

"Hey, welcome back boss" Aoba greets.

"Heya" Y/N says, leaning her arms over Aoba's shoulders. Her chin resting on his head.

"Yeah, I'm sorry it took me so long to get here" He notices that Aoba and Y/N aren't alone "Well now, look who's here. Wild things are visiting" The three kids smirk

"Hey, Aoba. Could you two do something for me? Sorry to ask, but could you take this pack to the delivery works? I'd take it myself but you know how things are" Haga asks, showing Aoba the box he had in his hands. Aoba nods as she starts to get up from his seat. Y/N moves back and holds out her arms for Sushi to jump into them. She does so.

"I'll come along too" Y/N says.

"We're out" Aoba says. Ren is sat in his bag, his head sticking out. "You guys be careful up there"

As Aoba and Y/N start to walk out of the show, they could hear Haga, "Behave, you guys" He scolds the children "Here, now, you three. It's dangerous to play around in the store. Children...."

"Oh, shut up!" Kio yelled out to Haga as he tried to get the item his siblings and himself wanted to have.

"Shut up, baldy" Nao yelled out too after Kio, Haga who was in a frozen position.

But outside the store, Y/N and Aoba kept calmly walking down the street and away from the shop. The two stop in their tracks as they hear Nao's words. If they were to look behind them, they would see the imaginary fire coming out from under the shop's door. They both could hear Haga's angry cried as they also hear the three siblings screams of terror.

"You thinks those kids would learn not to say that" Y/N says, Aoba shrugs. She wraps her right hand around Aoba's left bicep and laid her head on his arm; Sushi in her left arm, as Ren is sat in Aoba's bag.

==Flashback==

Years ago, a short brown haired girl walks down an alley, her cat allmate walking besides her. The girl wears a worn out jacket with baggy pants. They hear commotion and they quickly but quietly heads down the alley to another, and they turn the corner to see about 3 boys, surrounding a girl with long blue hair.

"We should leave, we don't want to get into any bother" the cat says, walking away.

"Your right" the brown haired girl goes to follow her.

"Come on sissy, scream like a girl you are!"

"I'm not a girl!" The brown haired girl stops in her tracks "Stop it, it-it hurts!" The ring leader of the group continues to pull his blue hair, as he winces in pain. The brown haired girl feels her short hair, frowning, remembering her days...

"Please stop pulling my hair! It hurts!"

She picks up a metal pipe.

The boys laugh as they keep pulling the younger boy's hair, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Suddenly the leader hears shouts of pain behind him and he lets go of the boys hair, turning around to see his friends on the ground holding their stomachs in pain. The brown haired girl stood between the two, metal pipe in hand.

"Leave the boy alone, or you'll end up like your friends" The leader doesn't respond quick enough and she raises the pipe higher "NOW!" The boy quickly grabs his two friends and they take of running down the street, screaming for their mom's "Sissys" She says, dropping the pipe on the ground. She goes over to the blue haired boy and crouches down to him, showing soft eyes and a soft smile.

"You okay, kid?" He nods, tears still flowing down his face "Hey, don't cry" She wipes away the tears "Don't let them get you down, there just jealous that you have such pretty hair" The boy hiccups.

"Y-You don't think I'm a girl?" The girl smiles sadly.

"I'll admit, at first I did. But now I see you are completely male. But I apologise for thinking so. I just didn't like how they were pulling your hair, remind me of when I got mine pulled. Reason why my hair is so short now." She gestures to her short hair "And I cried to, but I learned their opinions and actions aren't worth my tears" The boy wipes the rest of his tears away with his sleeve "Let me introduce myself, my name's Y/N and this-" She gestures to the cat allmate who had been sat on top of boxes watching the scene "-is Sushi. What's your name?"

"A-Aoba"

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Aoba. Now" Y/N stands up, holding out her left hand "Let's get you back home" Aoba doesn't hesitate to grab her hand and the three walk away.

==Flashback End==

Aoba, Y/N, Sushi and Ren walk down the sidewalk, Aoba with a slight smile at the remembrance on how he had met Y/N and Sushi, how different Y/N looked now from back then. When Ruka and Sushi took him home, his granny was worried and Y/N had explained what happened. His granny had then offered her a place to stay, since she knew that Y/N didn't have a home due to what she was wearing. Y/N had gladly took up the offer and now she and Sushi had become part of the family.

"So how do we get down to delivery works today?" Aoba asks, looking to his allmate. Ren looks at all the routes that he could find, and when he did he suggests the route to the two.

"Formulating recommendation..." Many maps show up in front of Ren's face "East 241 street is closed for inspection. And there are several busses out of service. Your best bet is going to be the north terminal"

"Thanks Ren, works for us" Y/N thanks the dark blue allmate.

"All in a days work" Ren reply's.

"This is an request for citizens of the Old Residential District" The news lady says in the background "Recently, there has been an increased in internal clashes among members of the street gang, Ribsteez." Aoba and Y/N stop when a sign came up and said 'stop'. Aoba sighs, looking to the female Ribsteez leader.

"Seriously, Y/N/N? Did you and your gang make the members of Ribsteez clash again"

"Hmm" She places a finger on her chin, showing a thinking face "Will you believe me if I said no?" Aoba shakes his head playfully "It's not just me" She defends herself, Sushi still in her arms. Aoba sighs softly when he realizes he has more gang leader friends. Two of which he has know since childhood.

"If you see anything, please report to the police immediately" The female news reporter says. Y/N looks to Aoba with a sheepish grin.

"You won't turn me in, will you?" Aoba smirks.

"I just might" Y/N playfully pouts, turning her head. Aoba than holds her right hand softly, entwining their fingers together loosely "Nah, your to important. Besides-" Aoba uses his other hand to fit up Y/N's hood over her face" -who else will get me free passage through the streets without hassle" Y/N lifts the hood back, to make it sit on top of her head. She looks up at the man she's known since childhood and smiles.

"So what, I'm just some get out a hassle free card" She jokes. Aoba shrugs with a laugh before himself and Y/N turn back to the screen.

"Also, anyone leaving the island is required by law to obtain permission. Thank you for your cooperation." The news woman concludes her news report.

Just then, a commercial came on to the screen. It showed a purple cat that had jumped for a pile of boxes onto the surface of a wood table and rubbed her head with its paw. An announcer then had just started talking about the fluffy purple cat, "The new allmate D7! With the long awaited cat-type specs and convenient picked size" Sushi and Ren looks up at their owners who are staring at the commercial with a straight face.

"Hey, Aoba, Y/N" A voice says behind them, which causes them to look back and turns around to the source, the two dropping their hands. Aoba hummed in response and Y/N smiled at who had called them, returning one. A man stood at the top on cement stairs that connected to the side of a hair salon building, wearing a Red Kimono, a big katana on his back and a small red bird allmate perched on his shoulder.

"Koujaku" Aoba greets.

"What are you two doing all the way out here?" He asks, making his way down the cemented stairs.

"What do you think? I'm working, and Y/N decided to tag along. I'm making a delivery" Aoba says.

"What about you?" Y/N asks. Koujaku stops in front of the two, looking down at her as she looks back up at him; he gives her a closed-eye smile.

"I'm always busy"

"Yeah right, whatever" Aoba says, sarcastically. Koujaku then pulls Y/N from Aoba's side and near his own body. He strokes Sushi's head, who purrs.

"Well, if your delivering something then your probably on your way to delivery works" Koujaku says "Bet your wearing out your shoes" Koujaku says, playing with Y/N's hair. "Say Hi to Yoshie for me"

"I say Hi so you don't have to again. What's up with that?"

"Lucky Dog, you get to see Clara again don't you" Beni, Koujaku's allmate says. Ren sweat drops.

"You've got a strange definition of lucky" Sushi says, looking up at the small bird, from Y/N's arms.

"I agree" Ren agrees.

"Well, it ain't that bad" Koujaku notices Aoba's hair.

"I couldn't help but notice but it looks like your letting your hair grow wild again" Koujaku says. He reaches out to touch Aoba's hairs, but stops himself.

"Yeah, Yeah I need a haircut, just don't stare at it" Aoba frowns slightly "It's kind of embarrassing to me, having someone as professional as you standing around, plotting a make over for me" Koujaku smiles.

"You actually did a good job with it this time, you shouldn't be so self-conscious" Koujaku looks down at the ombre haired girl, pulling her hood down gently "And your hair's also getting longer. I told you to stop by whenever and you'll be on the top of my list"

"I know, I know. I've been meaning to, but I've just been caught up with stuff lately. I mean, you know how the boys are" Koujaku nods, knowing how the members of her team 'Jokers' are. They live up to their name, they love getting into fights and sometimes jokes with their opponents, such as: pretending to be scared only to kick their ass, or back out of fights only to turn around and clock their opponents in the head.

"Mr. Koujaku!" A faint yell calls him, causing him to look back with a curious look on his face, his arms still around Y/N's shoulders. Two girls were running near Aoba, Koujaku, and Y/N and their allmates.

"Where are you opening your shop today? I don't trust anyone else with my hair" A woman with brown hair that went to her shoulders asked with her hands together in front of her, a pleading look on her face.

"Well, that's nice" Koujaku says, giving them another closed-eye smile. The two girls have heart eyes, looking at Koujaku. They then stop their heart-eye glances to look at Y/N in his arms, and they stare at her with jealousy. Y/N then glares back at the two girls. Aoba sees the tension and gently grabs her left arm, pulling her away from his hold.

"Okay, we've gotta go" Aoba says, walking away with Y/N, when the stop sign finally decides to sink back and reappear onto the other side.

"Right, see you later. If you ever want a real hair cut, just let me know okay, Aoba. Same goes for you Y/N!"

"Not gonna happen, dude" Aoba says.

"I'll try" Y/N says.

"Hey, I forgot, I'll be by later so say hi to your grandma for me okay?"

"Yeah, yeah" Aoba says, waving his hand at Koujaku, not looking "Jeez"

"He's just trying to be nice, Aoba" Y/N says gently, her arm wrapped around his arm.

==Flashback==

Years ago, a young Aoba and Y/N are with two other boys at an abandoned area. Y/N's hair is slightly longer than the time her and Aoba had met and she's in cleaner clothes.

"Your hair looks like a girls. You expect us to believe it hurts when you touch it" One of the boys says, gripping Aoba's hair. They tug as Aoba whimpers in pain as the boys laugh.

"Leave him alone!" Young Y/N says, hitting the boy holding her in the arm, only for her hair to be gripped by the boy holding her.

"Just tell us if it hurts, sissy" A hand grips at the boy holding Aoba's hair. A young Koujaku glares at them.

"You jerks, you shouldn't treat a girls hair like that, understand"

"What did you say?" The boy asks. Koujaku's grip hardens "Ow! Hey! Watch it!" Koujaku flings the guy holding Aoba's hair to the ground and the one holding Y/N is suddenly smacked in the face by the back of her head, falling to the ground, groaning in pain. Y/N holds Aoba close, who's nuzzles his face into her side

"You okay miss?" Koujaku asks Y/N, she nods, smiling. He looks down at Aoba, who's still nuzzled into Y/N's side "Hey little girl, are you okay?" Y/N goes to answer but is cut off by Aoba's tears and hiccups.

"I-I'm not a girl" Aoba says, continuing to cry. Y/N rubs the side of his head.

==Flashback End==

Aoba, Y/N, Ren and Sushi continue their way to Delivery Works. Aoba has his eyes closed and kept walking, as Y/N holds onto his right arm to guide him across the street as the two had remembered how they met Koujaku.

"Well," Aoba starts after they finished the flashback "Even after Koujaku found out I was actually a guy. He still took the time to keep the jerks off my back" Aoba says, he then looks to Y/N and Sushi "And you were just the same, you took me around places and kept bother away from me"

"Koujaku's good like that" Sushi says, now sat with Ren in Aoba's bag.

"No, Koujaku, Y/N, and yourself are good like that" Ren corrects, licking Sushi's cheek. Sushi instantly goes to clean herself with her paw.

"Yeah" Aoba agrees as he looked at Y/N who was smiling at the two allmates.

==The Jokers Logo/Sushi/Y/N's Looks==

#Dramatical Murder #reader insert #DMMD #Dramatical Murder Fandom #Fanfiction #Dramatical Murder Fanfiction

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lonespektr · 8 months

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SEPTEMBER 8TH HORROR WATCH

The Changeling (2023) S1E1, S1E2,S1E3

IT'S IDENTICAL TO THE BOOK 🫨🫨🫨

Lakeith is a great choice knew he would be but yeah he's nailing it

The whole thing is shot

They are so painfully ain't shit

It's verbatim to the audio book (which is read by the author)

The cinematography there's like soft dream like shots

Warm tones

I'm trying to tell you something important you're focused on bullshit

Cowboy

The birth scene was amazing

1x2

You have disturbed the house god

That was my wife

The paranoid of parenthood is a horror to itself

This is picturesque in intimacy

The basement

This is exactly what i remember reading 🥰🥰 the baby on the floor

Literally stole the book and handed him shit

Just put it with the grisham

Another creepy text

But she doesn't know how to screenshot cause they both too boho

Not him upright creepy

Love the prison bars look aside the baby cage

One of is going to have to "change" it up

She's started calling it the baby

IT'S NOT A BABY

The stalker photos are always at least 9 hours old

Nice frame on apollo very menacing

Funny the "space" between them is not at all vast but they were so close before all over each other

I love the memory issues

Retelling of the fire story

She doesn't fight the retelling of the actual story too much

Was that ventafaxaline ?

Baptism

1x3

Here comes the big one

Bike locked chained bloodied

They have her the FULL HORROR strut

Full um ring twitch

Hammer to the face and out

It's not a baby

FULL HORROR now

I was surprised by how much the book did with her and gender discrimination but i suppose it was largely about women being let down, unsupported, and not believed

Lookit that leather skirt..suede?

He does so good with that sinister vunerability intensity

In the group

Friggin white girl on the floor making it about her

Older adult white woman with some ghaddammed compassion and common sense deescalates by treating apollo like a person that they know who is hurting not a strange... intruder

They are doing a good job with the knocking motif

We'll take it

What i appreciate about Levalle's writing is how often he lets it be completely legitimate that people just know what it is sometimes from a look

Mom shared her secret

And in classic ain't shit a tudde apollo blames her for his whole life

People in the meetings have the main character syndrome

You don't see but you will

Finally seeing the lines

What's the graffiti say behind him

To the waters

Men and hubris a lot as well

FUCKING SOLID

Real solid opener

#graywatchhorror23 #the changeling

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stingslikeabee · 2 years

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The 'how's my portrayal meme' - where do I start? You know I'm going to lowkey be a little bias because you're the ultimate waifu but I want to write this to you regardless.

Thing is, when you first approached me with Mel I remember being a little like ':o' at how structured, neat and well-thought out everything appeared on your blog. It was all so in line and well put together and...professional? Which I remember being so impressive to see and more so INTRIGUED BY, I was like OHHHHHHHHHHHHH ok-

and then when we started plotting and chatting OOC and I met this wonderful person who is down-to-earth, funny, interesting, has an excellent grip of canon / and her own character as well as human interactions & storylines, it was like. Oh my god, this is the perfect roleplayer.

I know you said 'how's my portrayal' - I'll get to that PFFFFFT-

but for real, I hadn't had a roleplay or partner in a while that I could plot in depth with and write something further in depth with and to suddenly have that was awesome. To go from a discussion about secrecy and plots and (maybe) blackmail and all of that between our muses to, oh shit, they're falling for each other! Was so cool and happened so naturally that it felt so fluid and comfortable to write. More-so with you because you're such a special writer. (and this is where I get into portrayal OKAY---)

the way you describe Melissa and her surroundings - her clothes (which I always picture looking so glamorous), the intricacies of the Inn or whatever bar it is she's running, the people and npcs in her life that support her *or even dont*, the little bits and pieces that make up a story and are important. It's like, you have this way of writing that isn't anything different to a novelist / story-book-writer. I read your replies and it's like reading a little chapter in a story, you take the world and create it not just through Mel and what she's doing but also her surroundings and the way that she looks. It's got this almost Ian Fleming quality to it and I'm SO THERE for it, I love it!

As for Melissa; god, what can I say that I haven't already said? I love her. So much. She's this perfect mixture of beautiful, powerful, vulnerable, maternal. She's all of those brilliant traits rolled into one excellent example of a fantastic female character. I think my male muses fall for her so hard because she's got something for each other. That strength, that care, that softness. But then in the same breath, we have those verses - the Killer Queen verse - the obsession that she denies from Kano but laps up from Lautrec. I LOVE that you shape these verses and you don't just say 'oh yeah, she's in The Boys now' instead you create an entire world, an entire REASON for her being there.

God, I've waffled (when don't i lol) but I really do adore you and your girl. I think your writing is some of the best I've encountered on this website and I am so thankful to not only have you as a writing partner but also a friend. You are your girl are special, always remember that.

how's my portrayal? . accepting

You should know that I am smiling like a psycho on this side of the screen because this was so sweet? So cute? Also so obviously fueled by some sort of narcotic because where in the world is my writing in any way similar to the friggin’ CREATOR OF JAMES BOND but your praise has nonetheless left me crying happy tears. ;---;

Gosh Han, thank you so much for this - I believe you were one of the very first mutuals of mine who took a chance on Melissa when I returned to tumblr in early 2020 and not only embraced her, but also me? I met so many lovely people through you or thanks to you too and I don’t think I will never not follow any of your blogs because I LOVE to see what you create, the passion for your muses and just how overall great you are at making these side characters and/or ‘unpopular’ types so full of life and entrancing!

I guess Heid will forever be the first love but also a prime example of how much talent you ALSO possess and how you have been able to single-handedly tackle these villains with such a refreshing and tridimensional approach to them. You’ve made me care for Homelander, you turned me into a Kano stan and I’m here looking at the next thing I’ll be wrecked by because I know it’s just going to be a matter of time. 8)

I will never be able to say ‘thank you’ enough times because it was against Heid that I’ve been able to fully flesh Melissa (and Fred 8D) for the first time in years and I feel I’ve also developed and grown as a writer so fucking much thanks to the entire timeline we plotted for them - and then for all the other boys later, too. :) I love the range we have and the fact we’ll always be here for each other and you are truly a cornerstone of my tumblr experience. <3

I am so fortunate to have met you and TO THIS DAY I appreciate your kindness, your friendship, your sexy accent (aha 8D) and the fact we’ve built all these amazing stories together. I’m sure we’ll build even more heartwarming and heartbreaking things together. :D

#r-edfield #portrayal feedback #replied #honestly thank you sm for this #it made my day <3

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ssammisue · 1 year

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Oc x Theo

Thanksgiving

"Sorry, I'm just extremely nervous about what everyone is gonna think about me bringing you to Thanksgiving dinner."Sam says.

"Why is it because everyone hates me?" Theo asks.

"Uhm, don't hate me but yes." Sam says.

"Jeez, thanks, I guess." Theo says rolling his eyes dramatically before saying,"I don't hate you, I love you."

"I uh... You too."Sam says still not back at the point of saying that she loves him.

Theo sighed hearing and even worse feeling the awkward pause that Sam had.

Sam let out a elongated sigh, as she would exit the car, she straightens her clothes, before grabbing Theo by the hand and would be taken by surprise when she realises his hands are clammy, this got a chuckle out of her as she would finally head to the front door. Then she gives a little but pronounced knock, then they waited a few seconds to see that Melissa, Sam's mother answer the door. Her expression was lit up, but also a bit confused then it went back to welcoming.

"Welcome in Theo." she says as Theo would walk ahead and Sam would stay back knowing her mother seemed to want to talk with her.

Theo would look at Sam nervously, she looks back with same expression, then she and her mother would sigh at the same time as Melissa would ask,"Are... Are you sure about trusting him again?"

Sam paused a moment because she honestly didn't know how to answer the question, because she didn't have a conclusive one for herself as she says,"Well, I believe in second chances, and better yet rebuilding trust."

"That was the longest no I've ever heard." Sam would hear Malia say as she walks up to Sam and Melissa.

"Can you butt out for five friggin minutes Mal? Look I get that...just give him another chance please. Or just shut up for once please." Sam says growing more annoyed by the second.

"She's right Malia, it's Thanksgiving try to be nice please." Melissa says with a soft but stern expression resting on her face.

Malia rolled her eyes, walks into the house as she says,"Fine I'll shut my mouth."

Then the other three follow behind Malia into the dining room, where they see Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Chris and the sheriff all seated at the dining table, this makes both Theo and Sam semi-audible gulp as all of them staring, and Theo says,"Uhm hey, happy uh Thanksgiving."

Then Sam would cringe slightly as most of the groups expression turns from a happy to sour in a matter of half a second, just by immediately recognizing Theo's voice. Especially from Stiles and the Sheriff.

"This is gonna suck." Sam mumbles, as Scott seem to perk up, catching what his twin said and would clear his throat and say, as awkwardly as possible,"Yeah... Uh you too man."

"Pft, yeah, I guess you too." Stiles scoffs.

"Alright, come on guys. Look, I know none of... None of you aren't really the biggest fans of Theo." Sam says, catching herself about to say us, especially because she agreed to try the relationship again.

Theo's expression grew a bit sad, because he could tell Sam was gonna say us, as did everyone else as they grew a bit of a smug look that would fade quickly back to the sour expression they previously had.

They all spent the rest of the dinner eating, friends and family would chat while Sam and Theo would eat and occasionally have their own conversation until Theo asks,"Why did you say that?"

"I... What? What are you talking about?" Sam asks confused as to what the boy was talking about.

"You were saying you're not the biggest fan of me, aka you still don't trust me." Theo says sounding hurt.

"Look, I know we've been back together for 3 months now." Sam says trailing off into a heavy sigh before she adds,"You tried to kill my brother. I can never forgive or fully trust you for something like that."

Theo sighs before saying,"I love you, and I understand that but I wish you weren't so vocal about it."

Sam couldn't help but roll her eyes, and sighs," You're right I'm sorry. I just feel judged, and I guess it slipped."

"Welp, me and Lydia gotta go. Got a dog that needs to be fed and some water. We'll see you guys tomorrow, right?" Stiles asks as he and Lydia stood up from the table.

"Yeah, of course, the mall right?" Melissa would ask Lydia.

"Yes and we mean all of you. Sam you too." Lydia says looking apologetically toward her best friend.

Sam let out a mixed emotioned sigh and says,"Yeah, we'll be there."

Theo let out a sigh, an nearly inaudible one, Sam still caught it but didn't say anything.

"We're uh... We're gonna go too." Sam says getting up from the table, with Theo following not far behind as Sam adds,"I uh... I'm really full."

The friends family all sigh and one by all said their goodbyes and gave their hugs to Sam before her, Theo as well as Lydia and Stiles.

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