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maddsmallow · 9 months

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" "con, don't you ever fuckin' relax?"

"lieutenant, i'm a machine. i don't need to 'relax'."

"oh fuck you, come on, we're on break. loosen up a little or something. you can chill out from your fuckin' mission for the three minutes it'll take me to smoke this cigarette. and shut your mouth before you go telling me it isn't actually exactly three minutes on average to smoke a cigarette or whatever."

connie closes her mouth. a small addition to her list of missions to accomplish is made: try to appear "relaxed" to appease lieutenant anderson. a raise in friendship means an easier partner to work with, so connie carefully inspects the lieutenant's posture and does her best to replicate it. being a machine of plastic and metal certainly doesn't make it easy. "

hankcon, but gorls. did i base hank off of my butch lesbian manager at my old job at a sex toy store who was covered in spongebob tattoos? absolutely yes i did

mostly i just wanted to portray fem!hank as a Large Woman because i think there is a severe lack of that. broad with muscle hidden under fat, like the kind of woman who does shot put. so uh,,, ms trunchbull basically LMAO. deep voice, raspy from smoking and drinking, all that good stuff 😩👌 also peep the button on her jacket hehe

got some headcanons and stories for them under the cut!

-hank wears cargo shorts 100% of the time. no matter the weather or temperature. like, 'bill and ted at prom in shorts, but it's her at a dpd ceremony in cargo shorts' level. but not actually because i'm totally gonna draw her in a pantsuit later, totally not with connie on her hip in a slinky dress 👀

-also yes hank's shirt is a spongebob reference

-when people ask hank why she goes by hank and not her "real name," (which i like to headcanon is "henrietta") she always says, "oh it's actually a really funny story, i'll tell you later," and the later never comes lmao. or, if she does tell you, it's some made up wacky story that actually has nothing to do with giving herself the name hank. the real reason? she just likes it

-speaking of "henrietta," this story, 'if you know where to look' by ghost_teeth, works so fucking well with a lot of my headcanons about how their characters would be like genderbent! highly recommend it, and all their dbh stories honestly!

-connie has a compact gun (i asked my brother for examples and he said sig p365 or springfield hellcat, which i think work perfectly for this) holstered inside her jacket on the left side. also, i'm stealing this idea from this post (which basically almost has the same design for fem!connor (altho like, most designs for her are basically the same lmao)) but she also has a knife strapped to her thigh

-her skirt is actually made of some super high tech flexible and durable material, and she's got specific programming to make her balance crazy good, since she'll be running in heels. she's made to hunt and pursue deviants so obviously she needs to be able to run and jump. the outfit is only made to appear like a standard "business woman" to blend in with the humans she would be required to work with, but otherwise gives her everything/doesn't hold her back from doing what she needs to complete her mission. here's a bonus conversation i had with @extraordinaryandroid about it lmaoo:

-hank met connor-51 first for the ortiz case, but connie-52 (with 51's memories of course) came in the next day when it was announced they were to be officially paired to investigate deviants. cyberlife has their grubby lil hands in everything so of course they knew their RK800 unit would be paired with this lieutenant anderson before basically anyone else, and deemed that she'd get along better with a "female model" that she would find attractive. which of course has hank like WOW that's super weird and gross of y'all! and i fucking hate that it's working you pieces of shit at cyberlife !!!! but ofc connie's like "im a machine i dont even have a gender" all the while hank's sweatin major thirsty bullets

-at the cyberlife tower, connor-51 is the one to hold hank at gunpoint. how did he get hank to trust him? idk i haven't figured that out yet lmao, but the angst of connor-51 essentially taking the place of -60 from the game in the sense that he's clearly deviant in some capacity, in this context being that he feels connie stole the life he deserved (which he'd never admit) and now wants to suck up to cyberlife and be their best boi to feel important and special again and not knowing they'd just throw him away for the RK900 model, is very good imo. that was a very long sentence so i hope it made sense lmaoo. have i worked out all the details of how all that shit would work in a story? absolutely not, im too busy thinking about butch fem!hank making her robo girlfriend bluescreen in the bedroom 🤪

also if ur wondering wtf the background is, idk. my usual plain color gradient was too simple, but i did NOT want to put in the effort to do a whole ass real background, so i settled on something in between. meh, it's just them hagin' out behind the station on a smoke break ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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#detroit become human #dbh #hankcon #detroit: become human #d:bh #fem!connor #fem!hank #connor rk800 #hank anderson #fem!hank anderson #dbh genderbend #conhank #hannor #dbh fanart #dbh connor #dbh hank #idk what else to tag this as #my art #the blogger says words

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mandyvsfx · 11 months

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LEGACY

Jerome Valeska x F!Reader

Warnings: BREEDING KINK, psychologist reader, praising, degrading, unprotected sex, oral sex(f!receiving), fingering, p in v, biting, hair pulling, etc etc etc.

(!please keep in mind that english is not my first language!)

also this is pretty long but BEAR WITH ME.

You've never had so much trouble with your job until you decided to start working at the infamous Arkham Asylum, most of your patients were either complete lunatics, or rich kids who act like they can do anything -murder anyone- and they'll get away with it. But there was this specific patient, Jerome Valeska, whom you kind of took a liking to. Not exactly a 'liking', but almost a feeling of pity. You knew you shouldn't feel that way about a murderous psycho, but with your few sessions he showed to be much more human than most people out there in the world.

Your boss made you retire for a few weeks after an incident, to be clear, one of the lunatics tried to stab you with a plastic knife. It wouldn't really matter to you, but your boss decided that resting would be important. (Not that he cared honestly, he was just trying to act like a cool boss, which he isn't.)

Two weeks had passed, you had never felt so relieved to be walking on Gotham's streets. You took the day to pamper yourself, you deserved it. You went shopping, went to a spa, did everything you couldn't after all these months living in Arkham. -yes, you had to sleep there too.- It was getting dark, so you thought it would be great to grab a coffee and walk home as your house wasn't that far from the Cafe. So you did, you ordered a Vanilla Latte and started walking towards the cafe door, murmuring a sound happily. 10 minutes later you were finishing your drink and could already view your house from across the street, letting out a sigh of relief. You had a weird feeling of being watched from afar, but didn't thought much of it as you had a creepy neighbor who kept staring at you all the time. It was awkward but as the creeps say, staring isn't a crime.

You unlocked the door quickly and threw your stuff on a nearby chair, chewing the straw of your cup of coffee as you turned on the TV.

You froze as you saw it, -Jerome Valeska- he was in the news again.

"Yesterday night, 21 year old murderer, Jerome Valeska, ran away from the Arkham Asylum. DCPD has already taken charge of the case and is searching for the man. -You sat at the sofa, paying attention.- The asylum said that his escape is still a mystery."

"Yeah, that's a funny one isn't it? But I still think they could've chosen a better picture of me." A deep, husky voice echoed from the darkness of your hallway. You just stood there, not knowing what to do, it was like time had stopped.

"Hey, not even a 'hello' to your old friend? Already forgot about me, I see. -He said again, letting out a raspy, devilish laugh. You could feel his presence getting closer to you.- You see, I kept waiting for you in that shitty place, but days passed and... nothing. You know I hate waiting, right?" The voice was now right behind you, and you could feel a blade make its way to your throat.

"What are you doing here?" You finally had the courage to speak, voice trembling a bit.

"Well, can't I pay a visit to my good old doc? I missed our sessions, love." Jerome said while caressing your cheek with the blade.

"Jerome, you can't be here. And please, do not call me 'love', I've already told you we had a patient doctor relationship only, nothing more than that." Your voice wasn't trembling anymore, you knew he wasn't going to harm you, or at least you hoped so.

"What kind of doctor kisses their patients so passionately, huh? Do you want me to refresh your memories? -He awkwardly licked your cheek after drawing a bit of blood from it.- Was it a part of the therapy too? And what about that one time where we-"

"It was an accident, it should have never happened and you know that." You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

The ginger man shifted his position so that he was now facing you eye to eye, you could almost feel his breath.

"An accident, was it? -Jerome slowly put his hand on your chin, lifting your head up as you tried to look away.- I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me."

You looked deep into his green eyes, trying to open your mouth to say you didn't... but... wouldn't that be a lie? You just stood there, staring at him in silence.

"I knew it." He said before smashing his lips against yours in a slow and passionate kiss, it felt like you were both starving, craving it for so long, needing it so bad.

It didn't stop there, Jerome sat on the couch too, never breaking the kiss, and pulled you right into his lap. It was so hard to resist this man's charm, he was truly one of a kind. You didn't know what was it that felt so magnetic about him, so attractive. But you knew you wouldn't say no.

"Make up for all this time I had to spent without you, would ya? -He stopped kissing you for a second, trying to catch his breath- Maybe give me another type of therapy." He said giving you a smirk, soon getting back to kissing you.

You gave in, his lips felt so soft, and it just felt so right... His touch only was already enough to make you feel things you didn't even knew that were possible. You could feel him smiling through the kiss, it was a 100% a cocky smile.

"I know you missed me too."

"I did, Jerome."

His hands soon found their way under your shirt, unclipping your bra. You helped him take both, your shirt AND your bra off. He just sat there for a minute, inhaling the view in front of him.

"You're so fucking pretty."

He then proceeded to lightly play with your bare chest, slowly squeezing your breasts, not looking away for even a second. He started placing small kisses that soon turned into sucks, while he sucked one of your breasts, he worked on the other one with his hand. And you couldn't help but to let out breathy moans and begs for more.

"You know, love, I've had this fantasy ever since we met. -Jerome was now staring at you.- I want you to carry my children." He looked at you with a grin on his face, waiting to see your response.

"What? We're too young to be thinking about that..." You looked away, considering the request even though you felt like you shouldn't -but you liked the idea of your belly growing with his babies.-

"Just think about it. Imagine a little Jerome running around, how cute would he be? -That man KNEW he wasn't going to be a great father, he just wanted to impregnate you, to see your boobs so big and full of milk, leaking when he squeezes them. He also was all in with the idea of not having to worry about condoms for nine months straight, there would be a baby in there already, what else would you have to worry about? Just the thought of you carrying a part of him, giving birth to his child, that was enough to send him over the edge.- I'm going to fill you all the way up tonight."

You let out another breathy moan at his last words, he takes that as a 'yes'.

He switches positions once again, so that he could be on top of you.

"Let's take that off, shall we?" He asks before ripping off your skirt, he takes in theview of your panties before throwing it across the living room.

You grab Jerome by his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His hands slowly travel down your body, drawing circles around your belly, and finally reaching your womanhood. It doesn't take long before he slips one finger in it, causing you to moan a little, and then two fingers... He laughs at how easily you had become a moaning mess. He lets go of your lips, trailing small kisses all over your body, from your neck to your tits, to your belly, to your clit. The man is now licking you like he hasn't eaten anything for DAYS, his fingers still going in and out of your hole, as he fastened the speed. Causing you to whimper and cry his name out.

"Jerome, please..." You say, almost breathless.

"Please what? Use your words, Doc."

"I want you to fill me, I want to carry your babies, please..."

He smirks, feeling like his task is accomplished.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He quickly begins taking his jeans off, along with his boxers, revealing his big throbbing member. Sure, you had done things with him before, but you never actually saw it, so it was pretty surprising.

He took his wet fingers out of you, stroking his erection with the same hand a few times so it would be easier to go in. Jerome looked at you to confirm you were ready, you nodded in response.

He slid into you all at once, all his lenght stratching your walls, if felt so painful but so pleasuring at the same time. You couldn't help but let out a moan that sounded more like a scream. He sighed and started moving his hips, slowly and loving at first, placing kisses all around your collarbone, your cheeks, your breasts. A few minutes had passed and he started getting rougher, less passionate and more needy, desperate, like his life depended on it.

"You want to be the mother of my children, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you? Needy little slut." He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look at him.

All you could manage to say was "Yes", your mind going blank, you couldn't even form a sentence.

"Your pretty pussy feels so nice against my cock, I bet you're loving this aren't you? Taking a murderer's dick like that? What a bitch."

You could care less, if that was a sin, you were a proud sinner.

You could feel yourself getting close and he definitely could too. He placed his hands on your waist, grabbing it so hard that there would be bruises in the morning.

Your hands reached his back and you gave it a long scratch as you cried out his name over and over again, releasing all over his member. Jerome on the other hand, was still going at it.

After a couple seconds, he finally came. Filling you up with his white liquid, keeping his dick inside of you for a moment just to make sure you would REALLY get pregnant.

He only took it out when he had the strength to it.

"And now we wait." He said proudly.

"Jerome..."

"Yes?"

"I'm on the pill..."

He stared at you, his smile fading away.

"No way."

You were ready to die right at that moment.

"Well, guess we'll have to try again. What a shame." He said jokingly.

#gotham jerome #jerome valeska #jerome valeska smut #jerome x reader #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska x you #gotham #gotham smut

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morroodle · 3 months

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The Ninjago Battle Box: the best investment of my life

A reveiw

A few days ago I got bored and made a somewhat impulsive decision to buy the ninjago battle box which I've been wanting for a while and it finally arrived today so I'm gonna reveiw it cause I haven't seen like anyone talk about it. It dosent even have its own wiki page even though it is chock full of fun facts and information and pictures

Contents:

A 2 sided map - one side is ninjago city while the other is ninjago as a whole (kinda)

Book of battles

Ninjago world guide

30 cards

Lloyd minifig

Garmadon minifig

The map:

HOLY SHIT THIS IS COOL. As far as I'm aware this might be the most detailed map of ninjago we've ever gotten and no one is even aware of it! What I think is the most interesting and what makes me question how cannon this is is that the main map of ninjago only covers like... 1/4 of the whole ninjago island? Kinda odd how like all the locations are in this tiny chunk when they have a whole island they could cover but hey its still a super cool map and an amazing piece of art!

The book of battles:

Kind of a weird thing and I couldn't find any information on what it was until I got it. Basically each page is a rough (and not 100% accurate) summary of one of the battles of ninjago, a vague but still pretty obvious clue about where the battle took place, a prompt to play and a neat art piece based on the battle. It's not so much a history book as it is a book of play ideas, your meant to use the clue to find where the battle took place on the map and then use the little battle dojo, the minifigures and the cards to play out the battle however you want. Very cute and I love it. One weird thing I found though: in one of the battles it calls the serpentine the serpentai? It's done 3 times so I don't think it's just a typo. Don't know what's going on there but its cool. Here's an example of the best page, they're all formatted the same

It only has a handful of battles, not nearly all of them, but that's to be expected and it's still great

Ninjago world guide:

It's like a little encyclopedia of heros, villains and artifacts. It includes the main ninja, the elemental masters, all the villains (up to season 15 and strangely excluding the overlord), and a bunch of non people important things like the bounty and the realm crystal. Pretty much nothing I don't already know but still neat! It's kinda cool how it's split into 2 sections, one half being heros and good artifacts and the other being villains and bad artifacts. I don't know how to describe it but theyre kinda facing different ways? It's like 2 books in one, both starting on the outsides and meeting/ending in the middle like so.

Here's Morro's page (again most of the pages are formatted the same):

Cutie pie <3

The cards:

I wish I could show off all the cars but sadly tumblr has a limit to how many pictures you can have in one post. Cards include heros, villains and artifacts, similar to the world guide but not quite as many things, just the important ones. Theyre pretty simple, with just the name/title and a drawing of the character/item. Theyre meant to be used to play the battles in the book of battles. Morro's is the absolute best one look at this little cutie pie!

Hes so sweet and adorable he has never done anything wrong in his life and I love him

The minifigures and the box itself:

Nothing really special about the minifigs just a basic Lloyd and Garmadon. Interesting to note that despite wearing his season 8 gi Lloyd has his legacy hood on. Not complaining, I hate the smooth round hoods.

The box that everything came in doubles as the little play area :D its a little dojo setting with some cute nicknacks scattered around. It needs a bit of encouragement to stay flat though. Oh also here's the outside of the box

Conclusion:

The best $25 I've ever spent. I can't believe almost no one knows or talks about this! It's from 2023 and covers up until seabound. I might have to see if I can add this stuff to the ninjago wiki, more people should know about it. If anyone else is interested in getting one (you should be) it's on the scholastic website for $17.99 + shipping, not the actual lego website.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago battle box #ninjago morro #morro

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thehopelessexception · 1 month

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how can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22 (almost 24)

warning: im writing this while im on my period and eating ice cream.

i've been dissociating for what now? half a year maybe more. i dont recognize reality. i feel im floating in this sea we call society and i've been feeling the wilson of the story here. i assume everything that's happening around me is real, ofc. but that doesnt make it any less a convenient arrangement i build for myself to try to act like a real person and not freak out. i am feeling out of reality. like the part of the game where you let the sim on auto-mode. i am the sim on auto-mode. and i don't know how to stop this stage of oblivion.

to make a vague introduction, the thing with me is that im a living paradox of a full time contradiction. i am flamboyant but i hate being perceived. i like to speak up for myself but i hate people thinking about me because of it. i have my own process of how i understand things. i trust logic and i question everything. im quite skeptical over things when there's no empirical evidence. i seek for knowledge. critical thinking, data analysis and the whole stuff. i know myself. i sometimes look like i am too obnoxious, frivolous, morally corrupted (people have told me that), when i obsess over something —because i sometimes treat people like they are stupid (not my intention really)—; but probably the only thing im completely sure of is myself. i tend to be a confident person, to have an ego, to not let the guard down, to calculate every single move. and lately i am noticing myself being impulsive, insecure, nervous, weird, saying stupid shit, nonsenses, feeling small. and i don't know how to make it stop. the thing is i put my whole self-esteem backed up by my intelligence, however im not sure of anything anymore. i don't know if the reason behind not recognising myself lately is the fact i have somehow a new crush —or a new hyperfixation for that matter— or just the natural act of growing, also known as the quarter life crisis.

i have this thing where i hyperfix on random stuff, i've been like this my whole life. one of my friends even made a powerpoint of all the things i've been obsessed with over the years. and the issue here is that this things never last that much, or maybe they do? i actually never though about it. the most random ones i remember are probably me buying ice-cream cakes of this specific brand every week for two months. i also got obsessed with eating too many scrambled eggs all day every day for a very long time. then it was that turkish telenovela on an airing channel. then ofc succession, and it grew into watching every single movie kieran culkin was part of. the world cup. mbti —im intj by the way—. red white and royal blue (i watched it five times in a day), then nicholas galitzine —did yk he has a lineage that comes all the way from the romanovs?— and his entire filmography. and also politics, i got way into politics; election campaigns, follow up candidates, history, economy, the law, etc (my candidate lost tho) (we're succumbing to disgrace) (like literally we collectively, as a country, haven't had any kind of good news since then) (please help me). and etc etc. but the thing is, i also hyperfix on random people, or not so random i guess. it doesnt happen very often tho, im quite picky, but the procedure is this: i meet someone, they draw somehow my attention, i want to know everything about this person, i talk to this person a lot (medium to long term) (week to months), and then this person becomes my friend or i get bored and completely ignore them for the rest of my life and move on.

but this time is different, or im feeling it different. i find myself questioning everything i know and i was convinced of. i dont know if it has something to do with the fact that i met someone, probably the first person wise enough to make me question if i was ever correct about anything. maybe i am hyperfixating on this person, idealizing them. but it's truly amazing how much more data this person has about everything i know of. and right now i feel way too insecure, because even if this person told me they find me smart and they enjoy talking to me, i am always thinking that if i say something not completely fact-checked they'll think im stupid. it's absurd. it's a boohoo situation, i know. and it's a process im having about who am i, or what am i supposed to be. some months ago the whole context around my life changed or i think it changed? i dont know how to explain it, —i mean i know how but i would have to talk about other things not related to this (politics stuff, things happening in my country, etc). i'll probably will make a new post about it someday—. but the whole issue is, i dont know myself anymore. and everything is crumbling.

im afraid the person i build for myself it's a fraud. or doesnt exist anymore.

i remember myself at 18, and i was this marvellous whole person. independent, smart, focused, driven. that girl spent their whole days outside her house. did everything she wanted to. wasnt scared of anything. and i look at myself now and think how? the pandemic has a lot to do with it i guess, but when i first heard taylor saying that in nothing new i thought "that wont happen to me". guess what, i was wrong.

for my fellow girlies being 23 —in my experience— is exactly how they say it will be. the worst age of your life.

next month is my birthday and im pushing 24. and i have to say my life is a mess. but i dont know if i can call it a mess because it is truly a mess or because i am a complete drama queen. because people probably have worse problems than mine, and i am what you call a white girl, only poorer —and a third world country citizen—. the issue is, i am almost 24, almost 25. almost 27. ALMOST 30. and i did nothing with my life. absolutely nothing. my mom had me at 29 for god's sake.

and by nothing i mean everything i do is not enough to feel it worthy of a life well-lived. should i look for a job and work while studying just to say i am extremely occupied because i have somehow a life? just to feel something? even if that makes my stress situation and anxiety even worse? should i somehow save enough money so i can move from my parents house? even if for my whole generation it's close to impossible? is studying something i (kinda) like enough to not feel like shit about myself? i've never had a boyfriend, nor girlfriend. shoud i look for one? get myself one? even if i dont think any of that would make me happy? i dont think i know happiness as a state of mind, nor the concept of it.

i dont feel like i have many anecdotes to tell in my future. should i measure the life-worth by anecdotes? my friends feel the same way i do, but they have a more organized life. jobs, boyfriends, careers, plans for the future, one of my closest friends move to the other side of the world with her boyfriend (!) in the blink of an eye. but they aren't much happy nor they have many anecdotes either. and i dont have the money or the guts or the available friends to create any.

every day i understand fleabag a bit more.

my favourite anecdotes about my life are from when i was about 13 and 15 years, also known as the worst time of my life. i didnt appreciated it back then, probably none of us did. but when we were teens everything was possible and we didnt have a care on anything other than mundane stuff or rebellious stuff but nothing more than yelling at people, drinking and smoking weird shit (i never had weed tho). not a real responsibility. being careless, free, avoiding consequences that mattered. i think that girl hates me right now. and i am not sure if that's the feeling i should have or if it's just utterly pathetic.

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its-tortle · 1 year

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wrapped game!!!! stucky (obvi) & number 23 my love xx

hi teesha! this one was slightly tough -- to me, this is a song about the religious iconization of technology and capitalism in our modern society -- but i think i made it work? it's a bit weird, but i hope you like it anyway!

You're gonna get yourself killed

Before you can run

Just 'cause you've got your own theme song

(Fastest gun in the solar system)

Don't think you're alone

Don't think you're whole, love

Don't mean that you're holy

Don't mean you're the only one

To save us all

The moments after returning to base camp are chaotic. There are so many soldiers at once, most of the celebratory, many of them exhausted. The troops from the base camp gather and mingle with the rescued soldiers, and for moment Bucky is lost in a sea of back-claps and cheers and a number of relieved and tearful hugs.

The whole thing is overwhelming, honestly, after the dank dark rooms of the Hydra base and the ache he still feels down to his tired bones. He slinks away the first moment he can.

He walks through the camp a little bit aimlessly, thinking he’ll find Steve’s tent or maybe just pass out in the first empty one he finds that isn’t too mothbitten. His eyes scan the sea of tarp and then the long lines of the barracks. There’s what looks to be stage beside it all, and while it has the desolate look about it that everything here does, it’s adorned with bright flags and banners in red, white, and blue.

Bucky vaguely registers himself walk to it, not sure if it’s the colors that draw him to it -- brighter than he feels he’s seen in years -- or the peculiarity of the show stage amidst the hellscape they’re all living in.

As he steps closer, his eyes hone in on the set of posters stapled to the structure. They’re nearly as garish in color as the banners.

Captain America! they read. The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan.

The subtitles go on about the USO girls and the show to win the war. It all looks like a blur of patriotic bullshit that Bucky doesn't know he ever really believed, but certainly doesn't after what he’s seen here. He almost wants to rip the paper off of the wood.

But then, in the middle of all the pop up writing and star-spangled banners, is Steve’s face. It’s not a perfect likeness -- the nose is too straight and the eyes not green enough, and they didn’t get the freckle on his cheek -- but it’s Steve all the same. It’s his smile and his brow, and that familiar determined set to his jaw that is so familiar to Bucky, even if the jaw is a bit squarer than he’s used to.

Staring at the poster, there’s a twist of something in Bucky’s gut, something indefinable. There’s some pride in it, sure, and whole lot of love, but intwined with it is a sting of resentment and bitterness. Bucky almost hates the man on the poster. He loves Steve.

“There you are.”

Bucky jumps at the sudden voice behind him, immediately calmed by the familiar cadence. He turns to find Steve looking at him, his eyes the right shade of turquoise and his nose crooked from that fight with Tommy K. in fifth grade. The twisted something in Bucky’s chest warms.

“Hey,” he says a little dumbly. “I was- I needed some air.”

Steve just nods. His gaze on Bucky is heavy, and Bucky would be squirming beneath it if he didn’t know he was leveling the same one back at Steve.

After a moment, or maybe four, Steve gestures at the stage behind Bucky. “You missed the show,” he says, and his little self-deprecating smile is so familiar is makes Bucky want to cry.

“Was it any good?” he asks instead.

Steve shakes his head with a little snort. “Absolutely not. They threw stuff at me.”

“Can’t blame them,” Bucky says before he can tell himself not to. “I mighta done the same if it didn’t know it was you.”

Steve swallows, but then just nods again. He looks at Bucky like he knows there’s more coming. He’s always been able to read him like a book.

“I just-” He loosely gestures at the posters behind his shoulder. “What is this? Did you ask for this?”

Steve shakes his head quickly. “No. I didn’t. You know me, Buck.”

“Then why?”

“I wanted to fight,” Steve says, with such quick determination it almost cuts Bucky off. “I wanted to fight, and you were in Europe, and I kept getting kicked out of every enlistment center because I was 5’1’’ and couldn’t breathe right. So, when they gave me a chance, I took it. I didn’t know they were gonna put me in tights.”

Despite himself, Bucky can feel his lips quirk at the corners. “It’s not the tights I have a problem with.”

Steve snorts. Bucky’s lucky he can’t tell what flirting is, really.

“And anyway,” Steve continues, “I can’t be mad about it at the end of the day, cause it got me here. I- I got you back, and now I get to do what I set out to.”

Bucky is almost surprised, then wonders how he ever could have been. “You’re gonna fight.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. And then he must tell that Bucky is getting angry, because he lets out an exasperated huff and gestures to his body, the one that’s still so unfamiliar. “C’mon Buck, that’s what this was made for.”

“This?” Bucky repeats. Steve’s early retort had done nothing to soothe his anger. “What do you mean, this. Steve, it’s you. I don’t care that the serum is a weapon, not when it’s become your body.”

Steve’s shoulders square. “I’m not some fragile little kid anymore, Buck-”

“And yet you still have something to prove!”

That shuts Steve up. Bucky watches his stony expression and feels his anger give way to desperation.

“I just-” He takes a deep breath. “I know you, and I know you want to- need to fight. And I will have your back, but I don’t want you to mistake your Captian America schtick for invincibility. Just because you’ve got big muscles and your own theme song doesn’t make you the sole holy hero that’s gonna win this war. You’re gonna get yourself killed, going into it alone.”

A muscle is Steve’s jaw twitches, and Bucky thinks he’s already learning how to read Steve through the changes in his body. After a moment, the blond nods.

“You’re right,” he says. “And I don’t- I didn’t ask to be the icon, really. I just wanted to keep you safe.”

Bucky laughs a little, despite that ever-twisting something in his gut. “Well, you better believe that goes both ways.”

Steve smiles then, and it’s one of those wide, pretty ones that set Bucky alight. He opens his arms, and Bucky steps in between them like he’s been doing it for years. His cheek fits perfectly in the crook of Steve’s shoulder.

“Thanks for calling me out on my bullshit, Buck,” Steve mumbles into the side of Bucky’s head.

Bucky laughs into Steve’s skin. “That’s what I’m here for, punk.”

send me a number and a ship and i'll write a ficlet to match the song on my wrapped playlist!

#oh my god what is this #i was gonna sit down for 20 mins and write 500 words #and now its an hour later and heres 1k #fuck i need to do my readings #anyway #idk how i feel about this??#but here you go i guess #not my best work but eh #stucky #stucky ficlet #tortle writes #prompts

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I figure before I get too deep in with my self indulgent crap, I might as well introduce, well- me. My persona. She’s basically everything I want to be.

I’m not much of an artist. It’s why I prefer to write. But here’s what she looks like roughly.

Her name? Rubes Brightheart. Sounds like a protag’s name? She’s heard that one.

Additional info under the cut!

Girl has her own story, that changes slightly depending on the universe she lives in, but I’ll just leave a few bits of her for now!

Her base age for the stories she’s featured in is 20 years old.

Rubes is a very sweet individual. She hates seeing others hurt, and she always gives more than she has.

Rubes has two brothers. One that’s about twelve years older, and one the same age.

She only has a mother. She lost her father when she was about twelve years old. (Not inaccurate to irl, I just lost mine later in life)

She loves writing like I do. But she tends to write by hand, and in weird places other than her bedroom.

Rubes is Asexual, and Panromantic! (For those unaware, that translates to doesn’t like anything sexual, but adores and has romantic relationships with anyone, regardless of gender!)

Rubes hates loud noises, and has very sensitive hearing. Especially sudden ones. They freak her out. She won’t go to certain places because if the atmosphere is too loud, it gives her anxiety.

She usually tends to work at a library in most universes she lives in. It alters depending on it, but in most universes, she works in a library, or something close to it.

She’s got a lot of body issues. She’s overweight, and hates how she looks almost all the time.

As promised in this blog, she’s gonna get into many, many ticklish situations. Girl’s practically a magnet for them, even if she refuses to admit her enjoyment for it. She’s even in the tickle community! But she doesn’t tend to tell people, she’d take it to her fucking grave.

Anyways, I could do more. But if anyone wants to draw, write about, or anything with her, please feel free! But there are some guidelines!

-NO NSFW WITH HER. EVER.

-Midriff exposing stuff can sometimes be okay, but please don’t make her show too much skin!

-Please, please credit me! Ping me if you draw or write with her!

-You can draw tickle stuff, but please keep it SFW and friendly. I don’t like people torturing her!

Also… I might as well say that I’m opening my ask box for now. Feel free to ask whatever!

Of course I still do Sun and Moon Show stuff, among other DCA things. But they’re not all I do!

Anyways, have at thee, friends!

#self insert #rare drawing #personal #character design #shes me #but who I want to be #she appears in many universes #because why not #im happy with her #I hope you enjoy her too #sfw tk community #sfw tickling community #adding those because shes in it #plus mini update?#idk where else to put it

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patron-saints · 3 months

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When looking at the fanon interpretation of your fav fma ladies, what makes you go like yesss she would say/do that!! And what makes you she wouldn't fucking say/do that?

(Happy birthday!!)

oh my gosh thank you so much!!! i did my best with these, i feel like i might be forgetting stuff but i tried!

izumi:

i love it when people treat her as the elrics adopted mother! i think there's a reason why she lost a child specifically and why they lost their mother, and while the rituals they did to bring those people back didn't work, they still found their ways to each other. love it when people INCLUDE HER also!! so many times in fanon stuff she just gets left out completely and it makes me sad.

hate it when people call her abusive? like. the manga makes it really clear that she's doing all of their training with as much care and caution as you CAN do a martial art, and that her assistant was watching out for them while they were on the island (and kicking their ass but you know. he knew they were safe). she's a good mom and she's a good teacher and i won't hear it.

olivier:

olivier as a character is like wildly deeply nuanced and layered and i really love fanon posts that engage with her on the level of that complexity! she IS that complicated.

one of my biggest olivier "she would not fucking do thats" is almost any non-izumi ship, and it's not like. it's not like.. BECAUSE of izumi. i polyship all the time. it's just. she would not fucking do that. roy mustang she hates, her assistants are also men, riza is her friend and very specifically in the same cateogry of friend to her as jean havoc... so...? so probably that yeah. i just can't get into any of them. i have tried.

riza:

probably the most in character thing i've seen in this:

(edit by spidermanifested)

also i love everything by tumblr user courtmartialme. he's so good and he draws her with so much love.

i think my biggest and worst crime against traditional fma fandom is that i believe riza hawkeye is aromantic. so like. it makes me feel "she would not fucking do that" about so much royai content all of the time. and i still love queerplatonic royai so much so i reblog it a lot with my qp glasses on but the super romanticy stuff i- oh. OH. even worse than that is royai parent stuff. either as the elrics parent figures (they r coworkers at worst and weird uncle/aunt at best) or as having their own kids. augh

lust:

biggest fandom "she would fucking do that" of all time is THIS. which i hope everyone has seen. forever. she would. i am writing a whole fic about how much she would.

a lot of rizalust art has lust in a position of being the one to be sort of menacing and scary, terrifying riza as much as she turns her on, and like. while i do think she has the capacity for that VERY much, i think it's way more fun when she's pathetic. <3

also i wanna see more acknowledgement that her dad sucks too

#birthday ask party #heavenlyshadowhunter #ohhh i hope i dont start too much shit w this one

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broflovski-brah · 8 months

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I just wanted to say that I dislike shipping too. I wouldn't say I hate it but I am annoyed by how everything in fandoms focuses on it. Not just South Park, but all fandoms. Some ships I otherwise would find cute I end up disliking just because of all the "they care about each other too much to just be friends" comments. As an aro/ace person it really sucks to see people act like you can't fully care about someone unless it's romantic. Some ships like Kyman and Cartters are so uncomfortable because of the horrible things Cartman has done to both Kyle and Butters in the past and how some people try to romanticize things like Cartman literally raping Butters by including it in their compilations of "cute shippy moments". I'm not really sure where I'm going with this as it's becoming more of a rant, but I just wanted you to know you're not alone in not liking shipping.

Yes! Literally this!

God, I couldn’t word it right but this words it exactly; it is so annoying when the only shipping and it can never be anything but. Especially with South Park because it’s just a show that’s so not for primarily ships.

And that’s where I have a problem with Style and Bunny; sometimes it’s just like people can’t be just friends without it turning into something romantic. Like seriously, some people will ship anyone and anything, like ‘oh Cartman is standing next to Scott Malkinson? Make it a ship and write a bunch of fanfic and draw fanart!’ It’s like being friends doesn’t exist and everything has to be shipped. It’s so frustrating and difficult to find people who just wanna talk about the show and stuff and not make it weird and shippy.

And especially with all of the shitty Kyman and Carters shit, like a fucking Holocaust AU. What sick freak thought of that and thought it was cute?! And who the fuck agrees with that and keeps reading that shit?! And Carters is vile. Absolutely putrid-Butters has been through too much to be with someone like Cartman. He deserves better. Plus Cartman is like, a total dick to him and literally tried publicly humiliating butters numerous times and got away with it. And people use AWESOM-O as a way to be like ‘oh he just liked Butters!/ Like Butters literally almost died to save Cartman’s ass and Cartman only did it to take something from Butters. It’s not cute or ship fuel, it was Cartman being a sadistic , lying asshole and Butters being the victim.

Style and Bunny feel only platonic though. Namely because Kenny is the most cishet person in the show (minus cartman) and he really only got into a relationship because he wanted to get laid? And thinking about that kind of pairing with Butters of all kids just doesn’t sit right. Not to say Kenny only seeks out relationships for sex but that would be one of the primary things he would look for as shown in canon in The Ring. And Style kinda just feels mainly platonic. Like I have nothing against LGBTQ people. I really don’t, I’m in the community myself, but sometimes it feels like fandoms-not just this one, can’t let two friends of the same gender be just friends. It always has to be romantic. Which sometimes works, yes; but when it comes to South Park? I can’t see it. Maybe it’s a controversial opinion, but that’s just me and my stance. Again, I have nothing against gay people. I am bisexual myself and have some people who are very close to me who are in the community, I just feel like that’s what happens in most fandoms.

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hiii! can we get a fic where marcus comforts his gf who has social anxiety?✨️

Note: social anxiety team🙂. Let's use this as a way to tell everybody that social anxiety it's not just shyness. It's way more than that. It's feeling insecure about everything when you are outside and being scared to do even the most tiny thing. If you know someone who may suffer from this, just don't force them to do anything they don't feel comfortable with. Don't say stuff like you need to get over it or you are too shy because you are not a therapist. It's really scary sometimes. As a little tip, music helps me a lot. My favourite to listen when I'm feeling special anxious is RY X, his music is calm and it helps relaxing an concentrating on something different than the fear.

Now, having said all of this, enjoy🌺

Warning: a little of a panic/anxiety attack, nothing to graphic.

It was your first time with Marcus on a GP and you were nervous. A bit nervous. Anxious.

You had your hand on his, but he would leave soon. He had to do some free practice and he would leave you alone. You knew he had to do it, but you were getting more and more anxious.

"I gotta go"

You hugged him and smiled, trying to now show how poorly you were feeling. He didn't need to worry about it while he was driving.

"Be careful. I want you in one piece" You kissed his lips and he smiled.

"I will, I love you"

"I love you"

Soon the car had left and you were alone surrounded by a bunch of unknown people. As the time went by, the anxiety grew more and more.

You were feeling thirsty but didn't know where water was. You wanted to sit but there weren't free chairs. You wanted to go but didn't want anyone to think you were weird. You stayed in your corner trying to focus on your phone or at least pretend you were doing something on it. But the only thing you wanted was Marcus to come back.

He did, but by then you were on the verge of breaking down.

He took his helmet on and saw you. You bit your lip and a tear fell. He knew about your anxiety. About how you sometimes felt. So he ignored his team and walked to you.

"YN"

You hugged him. He was still wearing his suit and was sweaty, but you couldn't care less.

"I'm here. I'm with you. It's okay" He whispered in your eye.

"C-can we leave?"

All the voices, the mechanics working, cars outside, everything had been amplified by your anxiety.

He didn't answer, but took your hand and guided you to somewhere more private and quiet.

By the time you sat in chair you were almost covering your ears. He had taken you to his room, so he had his headphones there. He connected his phone and searched your favourite album. Then, he put the headphones over your ears and pressed play. You let a sigh of relief out, the noise fading away and one of your favourite songs playing in your ears instead.

Marcus had taken both of your hands and was quietly drawing shapes. It helped you calming and concentrating in something else.

Almost three songs later, you opened your eyes. He was kneeling in front of you, had opened his suit and was looking at you. He smiled.

You put the headphones down. You were feeling horrible. Everyone probably hated you for stealing the driver and overreacting.

"I'm sorry"

"No, no, no. Don't be. Are you feeling better?"

He pressed his hand on the side of your neck, the warm of it feeling like home. With his thumb he stroked your jaw.

"I think so"

"Do you want water?"

You nodded. He passed you a bottle and smiled at you. You drank a bit.

"Want to talk about it?"

"It was too much... I knew no one... I was alone..."

He hugged you. He was your safe place, he understood perfectly your problem and never tried to make you feel bad about it.

"I'm sorry, YN. I never thought it would be too much."

You looked at him.

"It's not your fault..."

"We will take it slow. One step each time" He smiled a bit and you nodded.

You kissed his lips softly.

"For now... We will get anything you need ready before I leave, okay?"

He knew it helped a lot to keep things under control.

"That's amazing" You smiled.

"And you will have the key to this room so you can come. What about my headphones too?"

You smile grew. He was the sweetest.

"Yeah"

"Something else?"

"Wouldn't they think I'm a bad girlfriend if I hide here while you race?" You said growing a bit insecure.

Marcus caressed your face.

"You can still watch the race here if you want. There is a TV and you have your phone. Nobody will think that, really."

"Really?"

He shook his head.

"I want yo to be okay and enjoy race weekends. I don't care what others think. I know it is more difficult for you. But I will do anything in my hand to help. Okay?"

You nodded with tears in your eyes.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

"Do you want to come with me and get to know the team? Or is it too much?"

You smiled.

"Can I stay with you?"

"Of course"

"Then yes"

"Let's go"

You followed Marcus around during the whole day. He let you meet some people from the team, the ones who he thought that you would feel the most comfortable with. He truly was the best boyfriend ever. He took care of you and understood that you weren't just shy, that it was more than that. And he helped you whenever you needed it. Even if it was keeping you close or ordering your food. He understood sometimes you simply couldn't. And you were so glad fot it. You couldn't love him more.

#marcus armstrong #Ma #F2 #Blurb #Fluff

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spookyprime · 7 months

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3 (also feel free to just rank the robins)

3. Who’s your third-favorite Robin? Tell us one thing you like or dislike about them.

Lmaoooo okay. Well! A preface is in order because I know people like to take things too seriously and when I say Damian is my least favorite I know someone somewhere is going to get upset so- I do not DISLIKE any of these characters. I find all of them enjoyable in some ways. There's just characters I like more than others. I don't hate your blorbo.

1) Tim is my favorite. He's confident and very sure of himself but has a more mild disposition and opts to play a mediator role when he isn't busy making the most bonkers too much plan you've ever seen. His comics are the most entertaining to me because he usually gets paired with someone who's doing something ridiculous and his personality tends to let people go "Yes and" right up to the point of being too much. Also he likes sports and I get to draw him in hockey jerseys. He's good support for other characters to bounce off of and I like him for that. What I dislike is that because of his more mild disposition he can very easily be written out of narratives or forgotten about.

2) dick for nearly the exact opposite reason. If dick is in a comic he is almost always the star of the show. The story revolves around him. It's dick and friends. He should get to be meaner. I haven't read much of the current nightwing run but my wife keeps up with it and dick is her favorite. She loves him. I have to rank him high for her. What I dislike about dick is that I NEED him to leave those women alone. Stop dating. Stop it.

2.5 not a robin but Cass goes here I think she's great

3) Jason. I like some of Jason's stuff and I dislike a lot of Jason's stuff. He's weird but also somehow I think he's the most normal one of them. I get frustrated because he has a lot of potential in character arcs but he's written so deeply inconsistently that it's difficult to nail down who Jason todd is and what he wants. (Gotham knights video game Jason is everything to me.)

4) steph. As spoiler and Batgirl she's great I love her but also wow holy shit she got some of the worst writing of any of these people. She constantly gets thrown under the bus and shafted. She's not very enjoyable to read because of that and also some deep inconsistencies in writing quality just simply depending on if the writer respects women or not. And that's not her fault but it does impact reading experience.

5) Damian. I simply don't find tsundere characters enjoyable. I don't like this personality type. Again- i don't hate him. I'm glad he's here he's a fun character. But I don't ever find myself actively looking for Damian centric comics. He's a good sidekick character when he gets to play that role. I hate the way some writers will write Talia because of him. I think it puts Talia in a very bad light and i dislike that she spent so long in the comics trying to distance herself from her upbringing only to turn around and basically just through bad writing do the same thing to Damian. I think it's poorly thought out and written by people who don't like her and don't respect her. (And again! I don't hate him! I've drawn more fanart of him than I have of dick and Jason combined!)

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a-wendellandwild-fan · 2 years

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(Pre-Movie) Wendell and Wild headcanons #1

Kat.

My girl actually has a sweet tooth. Anything that's actually filled with sugar is the best.

She has insomnia due to the constant nightmares she gets from the accident. She reads or does other stuff to keep her distracted at night, until she passes out from exhaustion, usually from two to three hours.

After meeting Wendell and Wild, she talks to them through Bearzebulb or through her dreams. Hearing them talk about Dream Fair fills her with a weird sense of joy.

Somehow managed to be in "okay" terms with Buffalo Belzer. After she almost got killed by him, that is.

Introduced her favourite songs to the three demons and hasn't been a day without them asking her to replay some songs.

She wishes she's been there to see Father Bests get wacked on the head. Just saying.

She has her bad nights. Thankfully, she can hear Wendell sing to her while hugging Bearzebulb.

Raul.

The brick wasn't, in fact, loose.

He's the shortest king alive and Kat hypes on him for it. It became a joke between them.

Loves to draw Kat because, in his words, "she's pretty to draw".

He doesn't really have a favourite music genre. He just vibes with whatever starts playing on his phone.

Wishes he buried every single nun in that school when he had the freaking chance.

Somehow ended up being the school's "voice of reason" between his peers.

Once saw Wendell hanging in Kat's room but he's been having a hard time falling asleep so he said "Oh look a big cat" out loud. Kat remembers that beautiful moment every night.

Doesn't really talk to his parents anymore. Not like they used to before he came out to them, at least. He misses them, but knows better than trying to keep the bad people in his life. Just hoping things get better once he's out of that place.

Sister Helley.

Doesn't really have anything against demons. Just wishes people could cut her some slack.

She actually has a nice singing voice. It's really soothing and soft, so anyone can easily fall asleep if she started singing.

Her protective instincts are over the roof when it comes to Kat. She really thinks she's a sweet kiddo.

I don't really have much headcanon of her, so we'll have to wait until the movie comes out to make more!

Wild.

He's the eldest by, like, thirty minutes or so.

He's the sibling that resembles more like his father, except he actually has hair..

The poor thing used to be afraid for his brother's wings. When they were destroyed, there wasn't a night that he wouldn't stay up for him, keeping guard.

Actually learned how to make puppy eyes from Wendell. Best thing he learned so far.

Once stole everything from Walmart and has absolutely no regrets.

He's actually quite grateful for Wendell. He can't even imagine how boring life would be without him.

Wild thinks his brother deserves more attention. He's glad to see some humans seem to like him when they're in their respective human forms.

Wendell.

The lil shit memorized the whole "Cats" musical JUST to bother his father.

Hates his feet the most out of, well, everything. Doesn't really like anything from himself besides his tail.

He could talk for hours and hours to his brother about something he loves. And it always makes him happy how interested he is in his nonsense.

He didn't realised that he was really touched-starved until Wild and him comforted each other on one night they were feeling absolutely horrible. He doesn't remember crying that much before.

He doesn't really hate his father, he just wishes he was a better listener. Maybe resents him a bit.

He's the smartest brother, but loves being a goofball with his brother. He kinda loves not having thoughts—

Buffalo Belzer.

The man is an Elvis fan and ironically enough, one of his favourite song is "Love Me Tender".

Used to make his deep voice useful and in a playful tone to give his sons a "warning". After all, if they misbehaved, the tickle monster was going to get them.

People working for him can't really tell if he's a powerful demon, or actually one of the lowest ranks. Either way, that's a secret between him and his kids alone. And Satan, of course.

Actually terrified of human dolls. Nobody knows why.

His relationship with Helley is... Complicated. He's not afraid of her at all, but would rather not get on her bad side.

He's actually a really bad liar. Wendell and Wild usually take this to their advantage and make their father laugh.

Belzer loves belly rubs, no matter how small they are.

#wendell and wild #wendell & wild #buffalo belzer #wendell #wild #Kat Elliot #Raul #Sister Helley #kat wendell and wild #Raul wendell and wild #Wendell and wild headcanons #Wendell and wild headcanon

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I don't know if you've answered this query before, but I'd love to hear your opinion on one of the most controversial devil's night's characters... Damon Torrance.

He's a very divisive character in the fandom and for good reason. Yet, Damon arguably has the highest importance in the series due to how he is both an instigator of many key events, and he is also the character connecting a lot of relationships links and plot threads together.

In particular, I think Damon's relationships with both Will and Banks are fascinating to think about. Two people that he did dirty in the series (Will in Corrupt, Banks all through hideaway), yet he also claimed to love both to the point of insanity. It's an interesting paradox, yet for Damon character, it does make perfect sense that love and suffering are entwined for a good while.

Heyy! Adri, how are you? hope you're good.

I have talked some about Damon, certainly received and responded to plenty of rants about him, but don’t remember if I’ve ever had a question specifically about him like this.

If you are ever curious, I am usually pretty good with my tags, so you could search ‘#damon torrance’ but that might not bring up everything. And it's probably not as fun as my #will grayson iii tag, but what can you do? (most of the good stuff is in the tags)

Anyway. I probably don’t understand Damon very well. I’d like to think I do, but the truth his way of thinking is sort of an anomaly to me. Which is probably for the best.

He gets a lot of hype for being so dark and mysterious. But I wasn’t impressed with him? He just seemed to me to be the king of sad and mean, and a lot of his darkness felt like posturing. This isn’t to discredit what he went through, but… I just didn’t get the vibe that "dark" is who he really is. I think he was just hurt, and once that pain had been addressed, he seemed okay? He's not normal by any means, but then none of the these characters are, and I think that's the point.

However, much like everything with DN, I like the concept of Damon more than the execution. He is the driving force behind the serious, and most of the time, the group is either reacting to actions Damon took, or ones he might take. It seems that he’s the foundation of the group, and everything goes through him or is linked by him. On the one hand, I think this is great. I love the idea that these characters are so intrinsically connected. But I hate that Damon seems to be the only character this exists for. I hate that it seems like he’s the glue, without which this group would eventually fall apart. A true found/chosen family feels different. Each character is a piece of the puzzle, which together creates the final image.

I also think his relationships with Will and Banks are the most compelling for his story arc. Likewise, Banks and Will being the two he did the worst to is so interesting, because it’s an insane concept to wrap your head around. He was so focused on “saving” them, that he caused them seemingly irreversible pain and suffering. His claws were dug in so deep; he wasn’t just drawing blood, he was tearing them apart. There was a part of him that would rather see Banks and Will dead than alive and happy without him. He needed them to need him, because without them… there was nothing good left.

And speaking of goodness, in a weird way, he was “saving” them by trying to keep them innocent, away from anything dark and painful, almost to their own detriment. It’s like he wanted to take anything good left in him and pour it into them, to keep it safe.

What I wished for Damon, if he had to be in this role (and as we’ve spoken about before), was that he was a true guardian of the group. Always watching, always suspecting, always ready. I’ve also written about his relationship with Emory, and how I think those two should be the ones who know when things just need to get done and do it. No debating, no questioning about the method or the “right time.” Just quietly handle whatever problem comes up. I really do see him as somewhat of an enforcer. I remember in Corrupt, when Michael was talking about Damon’s playing style:

“He rarely thought about anything he did, and if someone put a wall in his way – justified or not – he came in swinging without hesitation or regret. This had been a useful quality on our high school basketball team. His reputation spread, and just the sight of him by the opposite team had them pissing themselves.”

This version of Damon is my favorite Damon. I understand he had to grow up. He needed to start thinking seriously about things. But a Damon that had this sort of backbone that also planned his moves? That’s dangerous. He just didn’t seem to have any of this drive or seriousness in Nightfall, which was a bit of a let-down.

I also have a post discussing the Damon and Christiane issue (which basically says Rika’s right, but she needs to mind her own business anyway). I used to think Damon was just being stubborn because PD needed him to be so he and Rika can fight, but after thinking about it, he has every right not to want his children around Christiane.

Overall, I think what this serious is desperately missing is an understanding of out each character interacts and relates to each other character. We have the most understanding with Damon. And yet, after Corrupt and then Damon’s redemption, I’m still unclear how he and Michael interact. Michael’s the leader, but is Damon really a follower? Is he happy to let Michael lead now that he’s gotten everything he wanted, or is it like “I let him lead because I can’t be bothered.” I don’t know. Strangely, I think we would understand Damon better if we also had better insight to the other characters.

Let's see, some more fun facts...

I've previously stated that instead of weird group sex to be the "initiation" into their "gang", everyone should get the chance to stab Damon and if they can do it, they're in. I stand by that.

When I hear NF, I think of Damon most of the time. Occasionally, it's Will.

I headcanon that weddings are weird in Thunder Bay because when their old schoolmates invite the town locals to their wedding, local business owner Damon Torrance shows up with his (2) two previously unknown sisters, conveniently married to his best friends, and his (1) one and only business partner that's married to his other best friend. That first year, nobody focused on the brides and it ruined everything.

I also headcanon that Damon wasn't supposed to be in the literature class with Will and Emory in NF. He was supposed to be in whatever class he had with the lit teacher from the beginning of KS, but he wanted to be with his friends and none of the staff had the energy to stop him.

I think Damon being good with kids actually fits his character really well, and I like that it was included (dude, he threw out his entire build and started over when he learned the kid like pirates just because. This is a man who cherishes children, no matter how gruff he is about it.). I wish it had been made clear that this is a unique trait for him, but it seems that the whole group just magically knows how to parent or has kids perfectly suited to their style of parenting.

I would have liked to know that he and Banks develop a healthy, separate relationship as they grow up, but still remain close enough to understand each other without much conversation. They naturally grow apart as their lives turn towards their families, but they can still keep their root systems.

I don't have anymore at the moment. And I hope this answered your questions... I'm not quite sure. But I'm also up to discuss certain points! Thanks for stopping in!

-ko

#asked and answered 284 #asked and answered #damon torrance #devil's night serious stuff #devil's night series

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2,3, 8, 11, 16, 24!

SO MANY okay I'm doing saltburn, gosling, and baldurs gate fandoms lol

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about but have come to like

I've been stuck on this for like 10 minutes but I can't think of any headcanons I haven't immediately liked or disliked orz

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

saltburn: Venetia for sure!! I've been reading a fic where her and Oliver become friends and talk on the phone together a lot, it leaves me cold by nicelittlestyleslad!!!

goslings: I still have yet to see half Nelson but Dan is definitely a character I don't think I would have even looked at if not for sascha and his amazing henry/Dan stuff!

baldurs gate: fandom has taken me from hating gale to being neutral on him tbh. he's. okay I guess

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, trope, episode, etc)

saltburn: desperately want more fics where Felix is just. such a bottom. I've read some feminization fics w him recently but they just didn't hit like I wanted. I need that man dressed like an egirl

goslings: RICHARD AND HENRY my toxic yaoi boys I love them so much

baldurs gate: we need more wyllstarion. I need them to surpass bl**dw**ve as the top astarion ship

11. what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

saltburn: oh man I'm really loving the fic I'm writing for kyn, your love can do what no one else can, and I have tons written ahead for it ksfnfn

goslings: I love my richard/henry series so much. they're both such weird characters and they go together So Well, I love them, and I have a lot of fun writing them!!

baldurs gate: honestly I love everything I've written for astarion but I Especially love one I'm working on for ascended astarion and my terrible bard guy. it's awful and I'm having a blast

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

saltburn: spoilers but. the fact that Felix looks at Oliver's lips in that one close shot in the maze. the fact that Oliver is petting his face with his thumb in the shadow of his cheek. also Oliver baring his teeth when he's silhouetted with farleigh hoooogh

goslings: not technically a character thing but the fact that ryan gosling has called himself 49% woman. I love him. also listen to Dead Man's Bones

baldurs gate: when astarion smugly goes to pick a lock and rolls a 1

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

man I could go on forever about how almost all of my friends have been met through fandom, or how I write every day because of it, or how I'm actually like learning and getting better at drawing because I want to draw certain things

fandom has also done a lot of bad for me in the form of being subjected to shitty takes and meeting a few awful people but for the most part like. I would probably not have otherwise found a sense of community anywhere else because I've been so socially reclusive my whole life

and it's helped me develop socializing skills that DO make me confident enough to talk to non fandom people and like people irl and stuff

Basically like. despite all the wildness I'm grateful that I've been able to find like-minded cool people in basically every fandom I've been in

more specifically though

saltburn: so much of the fandom is like very young adults I've noticed? but it's funny being called grandthey at age 26

goslings: the goosecoooord I love yall and I love all the stuff we do. I've written so much stuff I never would have dipped my toes in because yall have been cool and supportive and awesome

baldurs gate: astarion made me and my girlfriend bisexual and has also gently bridged my knowledge gap to dnd to the point that I could probably enjoy playing it/ttrpgs in general

thanks for the ask!!! :3

#ask games #anon #asks #anon asks

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Spiders can have little a toothpaste, as a treat

So this was from god knows how long ago but considering I might actually start posting on this app I figured hell I'll start with the spider toothpaste rant as a treat.

It starts when I sit down to write a Spider-man and Daredevil fanfiction where Peter Parker gets changed very young and due to the world being a bit more dystopian after the Sokovia Accords May Parker has to give Peter to Matt to take care of and hide. Because Peter isn't just given powers, he is definitely a whole lot more spider. Extra limbs, eyes, venomous, picks up spider mannerisms etc.

So where does toothpaste come to play here? Well most toothpastes are mint and I happened to know Mint was a good spider repellent cause I love mint and dislike spiders near me.

And I went: wouldn't it be funny is little Peter didn't want to brush teeth cause mint to Matt's confusion.

It was supposed to be one maybe two lines to show that Peter was very much spider now.

Then I was looking up stuff that was repellent for spiders and I see baking soda. And I go…. fuck that's what's in non-minty toothpaste/the only toothpaste I know that isn't minty off the top of my head. That page also tells me that something called DE is instant kill for spiders. I go "what's DE?" Turns out it is an instant kill for spiders and great for dental health so much so that it is often used for homemade toothpaste so you don't have to buy all the chemicals and some toothpastes already have it.

So Fuck. I'm lucky that Matt didn't instantly make Peter sick/kill him.

Then I think wait what about salt water?

Instant kill for spiders.

Holy fuck why does everything kill spiders. This thing is curing my arachnophobia cause hot damn spiders are shit at surviving it seems. And like yes I know they can survive fine but they cannot survive toothpaste via my google searches. And now I'm also very very into trying and finding a toothpaste that Matt can give Peter and not have Peter reject cause it makes him sick.

Also at this point I've decided that all of this is going into the fic, cause I'm doing all this research and it's funny.

Finally I find charcoal toothpaste that doesn't have any instant kills or repellents in it. Charcoal's only use against spiders is that if you are not it can help draw out the venom but you can do that with snakes too. Great amazing.

Then just to be sure cause I've been cursed to be the curious cat that keeps using up it's lives for research I look at what is on charcoal.

Sawdust.

I look up what type of wood sawdust is normally made from.

Pine, for, spruce, hemlock, CEDAR, and redwood.

Cedar is repellent for spiders which means there is a 1 in 5 chance that everytime that Matt tries the toothpaste on Peter, Peter has a reaction cause heightened senses remember? So now something that was supposed to be two lines and funny is about a page and Matt is feeling tested by god because I'm feeling tested by god.

So I have him make his own charcoal and in turn his own charcoal toothpaste and declare himself victorious at being able to find spider safe toothpaste.

Will anyone appreciate the effort?

Probably not.

Matt will continue to scream into pillows.

However this rant became my go to silly rant during Covid and is almost two years old now? and when meeting new people cause it's funny and it lets me see how they react when I info dump. Like my dad who told me I was wasting my time verses my friend who has now heard it like 4 times start to finish and thinks it is great.

But then I got a development on this rant after two years because I too hate toothpaste with a passion it just feels gross and leaves mouth weird and fucks with tongue. And so my mom as a joke got me kids strawberry toothpaste which upon reading the ingredients realized that children's toothpaste might have worked perfectly fine to solve Matt's problem which is fucking funny as hell. However the silica that a lot of them have might actually not been great cause it can dry out bugs, which is partly why you can use some types as toothpaste in small amounts as a pest repellent! The other reason is they fucking hate the smell. Again toothpaste against bugs is an interesting thing.

But yeah your right spiders can have toothpaste, but they probably won't like it.

#when you do way too much research for fanfic #spider-man #matthew murdock #spider toothpaste rant

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employee052 · 11 months

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semi vent fic

intentionally written incredibly vauge but if you know this blog, then you can probably guess what its about kashjdlkasd

also, they are not talking about something in particular. this was written both to collect my thoughts and calm down so im sorry if something sounds wrong or theres a spelling error.

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a man in a green jacket sits down on a grassy hillside near a thicket of trees. a mop of teal green and white hair swaying against the wind as a comforting gust washes over the landscape. the forest of pine and oak rustling in tranquillity as the cloudy blue sky ahead provides shelter from the sweltering sun.

the man in green closes his eyes. taking a deep breath before sighing out all the remaining stresses and anxieties from his system even for just a moment.

behind him, another figure passes by, their brown sweater feeling almost fitting for the surroundings as their white hoodie string flows along with the wind..

the figure sits down beside the man in green and stares out into the nature ahead of them.

the two sit in contemplative silence for a moment. letting the silence ease their nerves as they simply basked in the comforting presence of polite company.

the man in brown breaks the silence. "do you ever wish to join them?" he asks, words vague like a secret struggling to be kept hidden.

yet the man in green understands his question. "yeah, sorta." he responds honestly, fiddling with whatever is beside him on the ground.

"i hate feeling like i'm missing out on something," he continues, "maybe its the anxiety speaking? i have no clue."

another contemplative pause.

"a part of me wants to join them, but…" brown trails off, looking off into the forest as if he was looking for something.

"but?"

"... it feels weird, trying to join them. maybe i just enjoy the more private parts of it all."

green nods understandingly, a small empathetic smile on his face. "felt."

"it feels like everything is going so fast in there." brown continues, " things are always starting, prompts being made, stories being written, art being drawn. its hard to keep up."

"yep, that and it feels like whatever i make isn't good enough compared to the likes of giants and creative geniuses there. i know im a good artist, but compared to everyone there? i feel like an ant."

the two go silent as the sound of leaves rustling in the wind grows louder, the wind picking up as though it were a scene in a film. both men let the words exchanged settle into their minds comfortingly, understanding the other for a moment or two.

"what do you suppose we do then?" asks brown, looking to green for guidance.

green pauses, looking back at brown through his yellow glasses.

"as much as i want to continue trying to join that stream of creation and excitement, i think ill keep things slow, personal, calm even. i hate feeling rushed, and when i want to do stuff with you in it, i want it to mean something. and not just because i don't want to be left out."

brown looks at green understandingly. a comforting smile on his face as he nods.

"ill still do things where, if it comes up ill do it. but i think im good being left out of everything for now. i enjoy doing things at my own pace."

he looks into browns eyes, "and what about you? what's your take on it? im not making a decision without your side."

brown's eyes widen, eyebrows raised as he tries to gather his thoughts together before replying.

"well," he starts looking back into the forest like it was his audience, "i agree with what you said honestly. so there's not much i can comment on."

"as much as i enjoy being the centre of attention, i enjoy it when we get to make something together at our own pace. the pressure of trying to do better with every piece as opposed to just creating for the fun of it all feels suffocating most days."

brown looks at green suddenly, eyes swimming with nostalgia. "truth be told, i miss the early days. where you would draw me on a notebook, and it would be just us together creating. with you at the pencil and me as the muse."

"nothing to fear, nothing to think, just us, enjoying each other's company." he says, almost grandiose. like it was a long forgotten time before all the mental turmoil and struggle hit them both like a truck.

green says nothing. opting to think back to those days with a smile. the calm and slow origins of what would later accumulate to the two on the hill, looking out into the forest.

"remember character ai? when you were talking to me there?" brown starts again, a playful grin on his face. "those were some good stories. while the bot never truly got my character down, your guidance really pushed our story into something cohesive and enjoyable. it might have been the first time i wrote with anyone else before…"

green grins, "i'm glad to hear it! and i had fun as well. really."

"maybe it was because it felt like you actually were there with me telling a story, even if the bot butchered your character a lot." green shrugged.

"psh," brown started, "a bot could never get my character down! I have too many facets to myself that putting it into a simple chatbot is like an isolation of my features! reduced to nothing but a few key traits that could never begin to even represent me as an individual!"

"i know i know…" green sighed, "honestly, it's why i haven't gone back to that bot in ages. it's like your character finally solidified in my head, and now i'm the only one who can write you right. or at least you as my narrator anyways."

"your narrator. talk about sap, nerd."

"oh can it, dork. you know what i mean."

the two quietly chuckle under their breath. sharing a quick friendly smile before they settle back into sitting calmly on the hill.

"so… we continue like this then? just us, the parable, and a few friends here and there with the occasional prompt or two?" brown asks.

"i suppose. maybe one day i'll be strong and determined enough to go back into that stream of creation again. but im content just sitting at the shore banks dipping my toes into the water and letting the breeze cool my face." green answers, the wind picking up like a crescendo of emotion. the two looking out into the forest with a soft smile and an easy heart. ready to take their time and savour all they can in the moment.

"i understand." brown replies. taking green's hand comfortingly and squeezing it, silently comforting and reassuring him.

…

"also, great use of metaphors by the way." he adds slightly jokingly

green rolls his eyes. "jeez thanks. and i assume that my english test on shakespeare is tomorrow too, sir?" he teases, his voice light with genuinity as he scooches closer to his friend and rests his head on brown's shoulder.

brown scoffs, "and to think i enjoyed writing with you." he jokes back, knowing full well that they both carry no real bite at these taunts. resting his head against green's shoulder as the two stare off into the forest peacefully.

#ficswin #havent used that tag in a while hoowee #anyways #vent fic

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