#oh well back to my closet /ref

[the5n00k]

Choose violence asks: any that Sil didn't include 😅

Y'all making me do HOMEWORK TONIGHT /lh

Again, readmore bc this bitch is heafty

1: I have this problem a lot bc I tend to overcomplicate and project onto my favorite characters but honestly it's Dan from Roommates because the creator has addressed us multiple times to say it's "not that deep" (which is kind of why I went into TGAMM with a surface level understanding and once y'all opened my eyes to the iceberg it was downhill from there I love complicated characters)

2: ... Uh... scratch is ace? This is such an odd question LOL

3: I can't find a screenshot but literally every person who said Molly and Ollie look like they could be related.

5: if I speak I will be shot (owlphibia)

9: worst part of canon? Depends on the fandom I'm talking about. I'll simplify it to TGAMM because that's what most of y'all are here for and simplify that even further by saying the worst part of canon is the fact that The Internship is an episode that exists

11: I think I only filtered Amphibia and Amphibia adjacent tags once on Twitter because I didn't want the finale spoiled for me

12: normally I'd say Ollie but he's picking up some traction in the love department after Frightmares and Unhaunting (nature is healing) so imma say Harriet. Fking love her every time she's on screen I wanna kiss her (it's pride month I can exercise my girl pretty disease)

17: praying coping and seething that we get more corrupted scratch art and fics if I keep making analysis and foreshadowing collecting posts please I am carrying this theory on my back

19: I'm kind of embarrassed that I unironically enjoy Learning With Pibby and some FNF mods like Lullaby and VS Boy and Girl those rock fight me. I'm also really mad I love analog horror. Such a dumb and usually predictable genre but it pulls me in every time (Gemini Home Entertainment, Vita Carnis, and Harmony and Horror my beloveds)

20: uhhhh not much? In regards to tgamm I was never usually bored watching. I think both seasons have been well paced so far although due to my own impatience I do wish for more scratch lore in my veins immediately

21: so funny that I just said that bc I think the answer to this is scratch lore, there's so many other cool things coming this season (jinx, the Chens, the Bizmart guy, Molly's history with street magicians, Sharon's history with musicians to name a few) that it feels like we've gotten tunnel vision (I'm guilty of this too don't worry)

It feels like all we talk about anymore and I don't want to get my hopes up for it, I already have my expectations so high I'm terrified of what we're actually gonna get lol I'm trying to keep an open mind about it

24: APPARENTLY THE PACING OF OLLIE'S REDEMPTION ARC AND THE DISCUSSION SURROUNDING MOLLIE AFTER I WANNA DANCE WITH SOME-OLLIE DROPPED. I SAW SOME ABSOLUTELY RANCID TAKES. Most things surrounding Ollie just. Happen to have some very heated discussions sometimes. It's gotten better but damn it's actually very frustrating (this kid was being compared to every bigoted extremist in the books, he is 13 years old please sit down)

I THINK THAT'S EVERYTHING hot damn y'all put me to work lol /lh

#ask me things #i dont even wanna tag this shit i am scared #some absolutely burning hot takes here #maybe i touched the stove a little too long with these answers #oh well back to my closet /ref

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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#adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel fandom #guitarduck #platonic #written by an asexual #fluff #fallen angel adam #fallen angel #wing fic #angst #tw swearing #tw mentions of wing rot #i wrote this #I wrote with on four hours of sleep powered by caffeine and a cold #adamsapple #ashes to ashes dust to dust

[desperate-gay]

oh my god I need a sonnett x reader for my SOUL,,, maybe a lil smut,,, some strap action- 👀👀👀

if you want a specific request maybe the reader plays for portland and has a rivalry with sonny and things get a lil heated after a match,,, 👀 xx

Rivals

Emily Sonnett x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

It is a friendly game between OL Reign and Portland Thorns. Even if the game had no potential value, it doesn’t mean the competition is any lower. Both teams have held a deep rivalry with each other for so long that neither will admit to defeat easily.

So here you are in the second half with only 5 minutes left of stoppage time and a tied score of 2-2. There have been many fouls called on both sides from the roughness of trying to keep possession of the ball, like right now. You’re trying to maneuver the ball closer to the penalty box, but the relentless defender Emily Sonnett will not allow you to do so with her arm wrapped around yours and her feet kicking at your legs. Eventually, she times her kicks a little too early, causing you to trip and fall.

The ref blows the whistle, signaling for a free kick as Emily approaches her trying to defend her behalf. The foul was committed a little outside the box, making it easy for you to kick it in or close to goal. After a minute, the defender stops her protests and gets in position while you adjust the ball to your liking. The sound of the whistle signals it is time to start, so you hold your arm up and kick high in the air, flying over the wall of defenders and allowing Smith to head it into the goal.

The stadium starts rumbling while the whole team runs to both you and Sophia, hugging you both in the middle. Reign kicks off the ball for a second only to be stopped by the blow of the final whistle. Everyone goes to hug the opposite team players, and when you go to hug Emily and back up, her hand grabs your hip and pulls you in her direction.

“You’re going to regret that foul when you’re panting underneath me tonight, begging for me to let you cum.” She mumbles it so the cameras can’t catch what she is saying to you.

Yes, both of your teams are rivals, and yes, you shouldn’t be sleeping with the enemy, but ever since you both ran into each other at a club, it’s really hard to stop. You were going out with a few of your teammates and you got a little too tipsy for your liking, but so did Emily. She started with teasing you and then dancing, but it led to you making out in the corner of the dance floor and stumbling into a cab together.

The two of you get along quite well, but you’re both afraid of admitting you could be something more than just fuck buddies, so you leave it like that. You’re also very competitive against one another on the field so that dampers both of your prospects on a relationship forming. There’s no harm in getting a few mind-blowing orgasms occasionally by someone you find extremely attractive.

“I bet you regret losing, don’t you?” You taunt back before making your way toward your team, stunning the blonde who stands still in her place. Yes, you both have your fronts, but whenever Sonnett makes a bold phrase like that, you’re usually immediately under her control. Today, basking in your win, you’re not going to give up that easily.

When you’re done rinsing off and changing, you head out of the locker room only to get pulled by your arm right away, confusing you and giving you whiplash. Noticing it’s Emily, you relax a bit, but you’re soon shoved into what seems to be a janitor's closet. Her hands grab your hips and slam you against the now-closed door before viciously attacking your neck without warning. She kisses any skin available and nips at the spots she knows drive you crazy.

“Sonny, what are you doing? Someone will find us.” The words spurting out your mouth are supposed to be filled with worry, but with her teeth scraping along your sweet spot, the words come out as broken sighs.

“The door is locked, and if you keep quiet, no one will know that we’re in here.”

“We are not having sex in a janitor's closet!” You whisper yell to get your point across without someone hearing you.

The older girl pulls away from the crook of your neck with a grin on her face. “Why don’t you come over to mine then, baby? I’ll show you who the rightful winner is.” You practically gulp at her sentence, answering her question with an eager nod, causing the blonde to chuckle. “So obedient.”

Emily opens up the closet and slips out to see if anyone is around. Once she sees that the cost is clear, she knocks 3 times on the door, signaling it’s okay to come out. When you come out, her arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into her as she takes you to her car.

She leans down and presses a subtle kiss to your ear and whispers, “We’re gonna have so much fun, princess.”

—

“Is this what winners look like? Begging underneath the supposed loser to cum?” Emily’s fingers drag tortuously in and out of you for what feels like the 30th time.

A thin layer of sweat covers your skin from the hours of edging as your legs tremble due to your body being overly sensitive. Right when you walked through her door, you were pushed against the door while Emily ripped off all your clothes one by one. You thought you’d be more on the rough side and still be able to get off, but boy were you wrong.

Her idea of showing you who the winner is is by having total control. Making sure your hands stay to yourself, feeling your walls clamp around her fingers only to pull away so you can’t cum, driving your body into overstimulation, making you look like a rag doll. Emily has been competitive at heart since she was born always competing against her twin sister to now playing professional soccer.

She adores it when you look weak beneath her. How she would love to just take a picture and show it to all your teammates to prove that you’re such an obedient girl for her, something no one would know from your facade on the pitch.

“Em, let me cum once. Just once, please.” You pant, whining when her fingers halt, once again stopping your approaching orgasm.

“Fine. But you wait until I tell you too, okay?” She grins seeing you instantly nod your head, showing just how much of a wreck you are, wreathing and panting under her.

Her hands hook under your knees, pulling them up and gesturing for you to hold them in place, spread wide enough for easy access. Right as her index and middle finger slip into you, a loud moan escapes your mouth which only makes the blonde’s smirk widen. Instantly, her digits are pounding into your dripping hole relentlessly, the wet noises from each thrust echoing through the room.

Your moans start to become more like squeaks, the overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure flowing through you. Emily’s other hand comes up and her thumb begins to rub fast circles around your clit, making your orgasm build up faster.

“I’m close.” You pant, hips arching further into her hand only to be cut off by the blonde’s stern voice.

“Hold it.”

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, trying your best to hold it in. Your whole body is going against the intruding pleasure, afraid if you do cum, you won’t be able to walk the next day. Reaching down, your hand grabs her bicep to catch her attention.

“Em, I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Wait until I give you permission.”

The build-up flowing through your bones is almost painful, so when Emily hears you whimper and whine, she gives you a sympathetic look before speeding up her thrusts even more. Broken moans spew out your mouth as your grip on her arm tightens, leaving moon-shaped indents on her skin.

“Cum.”

That’s all it took for your back to arch further up and your muscles to start twitching. Your eyes clamp shut as if it would hurt to ever open them again. Once the pleasure washes over, Emily’s thrusts never stop. Your body tries to run away from her hand but she quickly holds your waist down, trapping you beneath her.

“Awe, you thought you were done? Baby, we’re just getting started.” She tuts, maneuvering her fingers inside you, thrusting harder in the spot where she hears you gasp loudly.

A tear begins to run down your face from being so sensitive, but the mix between the sting and bliss makes you want to keep going, also to make the girl above you happy.

“Right there.” You pant, feeling your orgasm approaching already. Looking down, you see the defender’s veins popping out of her arm, turning you on even more and causing the coil in your stomach to snap suddenly.

You didn’t even mean to. You felt it coming but didn’t expect it to happen so easily. As you come down from your second high of the night, you turn your head to the side, afraid to see a fuming look from the blonde. The feeling of her lips attaching to your neck makes you jump and twist your head sharply to look at her.

“Flip over for me, baby.” Her raspy voice thicker in lust, hand grabbing your side to help you move. You let out a shaky breath and do as said, flipping onto your stomach. “You’re not in trouble, you’re just going to give me one more.” She assures, sensing your nerves.

Nodding your head, you take a few deep breaths and wait for the girl’s instructions. Her hands rub up and down your body, while her lips trail kisses from your neck down to your lower back.

“You’re going to ride my fingers and cum as soon as you have to. I won’t stop you this time.”

Her intentions softening but only slightly. When your arms hold your body weight as you slide up and down her digits, your hips stop at the edge of her fingertips, slightly stopping the overstimulation. Emily figuring it out, her other hand grips her side and slams your body down for you. She smirks when she hears a squeal slip from your mouth, her free hand now clutching on your ass, guiding your movements.

One tear now turns into strips of them running down your face. Your body feels slightly numb, but the way your muscles clench tightly against Emily’s fingers, you figure out you’re about to cum. You cry out as your hips stutter, your orgasm finished.

Emily pulls her hand away and flips you over, kissing your temple, whispering that you did so good for her. You hum in delight as she scratches your back, your face nuzzling into her neck.

After a few minutes, she gets up to grab a glass of water for you and a rag to clean you all up. Once you’re done, you settle onto her chest while you both sit in comfortable silence, listening to each other’s breathing, but when Emily takes a deep breath, you know she’s going to say something.

“I was just wondering, would you like to eat me- I meant eat with me. Damn it. Go somewhere and have…food?” She stutters over her words, making you smile.

“Is Saucy Sonny asking me on a date?”

“Depends on your answer. If you say yes, then yes I am, if you say no, I’m asking you to go somewhere with me so we can talk about how you’re going to get crushed the next time we play against each other.” She teases, her nerves washing away from your soft smile.

“I’d love to go out with you. It would suck to make you feel like a loser two times in a day.” You smirk but soon shriek from Emily biting your ear.

You both start to have light-hearted conversations, almost like you’ve been together for years. Rivals to lovers seem unrealistic but maybe you’ll accept that it can happen.

#emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett smut #emily sonnett #woso x reader #woso smut #woso fic #woso imagine #uswnt x reader #woso

[sarcasticscribbles]

Artschool Dropout

I made a thread about how and why I became an artschool dropout, and want to share it here too. Storytime! It's mainly a highlight of parts I despite in the art worlds; capitalism and superiority. My experience was affected by the environment, and hell was a bad environment

Back in the distance year of 2019 I went to an(community) art college in like the *fancy* part of my area. I lived across the lake on the countryside, so I was not prepared for this environment. Rich people cosplaying poor is the best description. Fancy clothing made to look dirty and no-one wore shoes. It was very networking-vibe, with "omg we HAVE to talk more later" but never doing so. Like nurses energy. To be fair I became more and more non-approachable as time went on.

A good note is that Swedish education is normally free, even uni degrees, but this one cost money. It was that was never addressed or mentioned when I applied; that's on me maybe, but the few friends I had didn't know either. A lot was beaten around the bush when it came to expenses. A big draw for the school was a trip they made to Berlin during a film festival. Once the time came around they mentioned the cost for the trip (which was not mentioned before, I thought it was included) and kinda of shamed people if they wouldn't pay and go. Saying how its a highlight of the education and the few staying behind just watch movies for a week. In addition, the film festival wasn't included in the price, and we would have to pay extra to go. It was supposed to be a week, but two days was for travelling by train.

The price was something I would rather use for a private Berlin trip. It wasn't a lot, but I refused to do it, mainly for how indirect they were with everything. A friend and I said we wouldn't go and a staff complained how they would have to keep the school open just for us.

My classmates weren't an issue, it was the teachers and system, which all just felt like a money laundering scheme. One day we travelled to Stockholm, and we were tasked to go four hours alone, sit and stare at an object and think what it made is feel. Those were the instructions.

Four hours. Alone. Then home.

I and one other instead went to grab a coffee and trash talk. Once the time was up, I just made up on the spot "what it made me feel" and he gave me a job well done. I understand the assignment, but the execution from the teacher was all wrong.

It wasn't my crowd tho, I came from a gaming development High school while these people were like, social studies. I'm used to a nerdy crowd, is what I'm trying to say.

I have two funny examples:

I was talking to some guy during a break the ice get together with the whole school (very small school) and I explained I studied video game development before, and he said "omg that's so cool!!" And I answered, "yeah! Do you play?" And he said "yes, the piano :)"

And other time we were talking about painters, and when they asked me who my favourite was, I thought I would joke and said "oh, donatello :) because I love purple" and NO ONE got my tmnt ref and instead thought some Italian Renaissance was my favourite artist.

But back to the main issue, it was the school: First day our teacher handed us supplies from a closet and I was like "wow! Thank you! When these run out (BECAUSE WE'RE FKN ARTISTS) can we grab new ones in the closet?" And she said "no :) this is for the two years you are here" Like eight different hardness pens and a block of paper.

My worse experience was that every Tuesday was lecture day (although we didn't have grades nor exams) and all students gathered in a dark room to look at a PowerPoint about culture and people.

Fun in theory, but again executed so badly. My last lecture one teacher said "oh, and we gotten complaint not everyone can take notes during the presentation, so we thought one from each class could take notes and share with everyone else later :)! Any volunteer?"

Like ??? What? I raised my hand and said "you have a PowerPoint there? Why can't just share the presentation with everyone if they want to go back later?" AND SHE ANSWERED "that is a great idea, but unfortunately that would take weeks. So this is a better alternative:)"

TO THIS DAY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE MEANT BY THAT

Smaller details ; expensive lunch, creepy teacher keeping images of women's privates on screen (and I'm an artist I don't mind nudity) pointless activities and little progression. I can't give it a fair judgement, I only lasted three weeks but jumped in the opportunity to leave.

Cherry on top was I had communicated in private with my mentor about quitting and the day it was decided I had to go back to get my stuff and have one last day and the teacher (not my mentor) exclaimed in the shadiest way "Sophie? I thought you quit" I hadn't told my friends yet.

Last day I replaced all my supplies with new from the fancy closet, and me and my friends stole coffee from the cafeteria during lunch (it was only included if you bought food) to celebrate my time. We all hated the system of the school, but all of us loved art.

My experience is mainly the environment the school was located in; upper-class pretending not to be. The people were alright and i got a few friends before quitting. It was also traditional, general art when I prefer digital art. The school, system, and teacher were hell, which is a shame because it took something I loved and turned it into all the things I hate. i don't regret going and I don't regret quitting when I did. Best thing to come out of it was my literal label Artschool Dropout

#artschool dropout

[ladylooch]

“When opponents bring up Emma, the gloves are dropped.”

Oh should we explore this? I feel like we are having so much fun with timo and Emma rn

Obvi this is where lio gets it from

Do I want to explore this? OBVIOUSLY! Also, lil pause to say thank you for loving these two. I love my OCs so much and it fills my writer cup up to do these blurbs 🥰

Anyone who trash talks Emma gets both Timo AND Nico in their face. So they probably just shouldn’t. But hockey boys aren’t always smart…

My eyes water a bit as I yawn, sitting in the family suite at the Prudential Center. Liv is sleeping in her carrier on me after her latest feeding. Lio is munching on a chicken finger, eyes following his dad around the ice. Timo and Nico are both out on the power play. Lexi is home sick with Lucie, so it’s a relatively quiet game tonight including on the ice where the score remains 0-0.

The puck moves along the perimeter quickly until it gets to Nico. He passes it back to Dougie, then to Jesper, then back to Nico. My brother saucers the pass across the slot to my husband, who one-times it into the back of the net.

“Hey there we go!” I cheer, watching the replay on the Jumbotron. “Daddy!” I poke Lio’s side. 

“I know I saw it.” He beams up. “Can I have ice cream now that dad scored?”

“I’m not sure what one has to do with the other?” I chuckle, but wave him up to the food to grab a bin of dippin’ dots. “Mom tax.” I open my mouth, letting him feed me a little bite.

Timo is skating back onto the ice after his goal when a Blackhawks players starts jawing at him. Timo looks over his shoulder at the guy, smirking as he comes to line up next to him. Timo suddenly stands tall, cross checking his opponent in the chest. Nico is getting ready to take the face off circle then abruptly stands up too, coming over to the other winger across from my husband. Nico shoves at him too. More talking resumes. The ref tries to get between them, but it’s too late. Timo and Nico both go after the same guy. Gloves are flying. Sticks are dropped. One guy tries to get in to pull Timo off. He shoves that guy in the face and keeps going after the original player.

“Oh boy.” I mutter, rubbing at my forehead. The arena stands. I do as well because I am so anxious watching them both fight. I put my mouth on Liv’s head, smoothing my hand over the back of her hair as well.

“Dad is mad.” Lio murmurs, eyes wide and excited. “Get him.” He pounds his little fist into his palm.

“Ah… no.”

“Why?” Lio murmurs. I can’t really lecture him on violence when both his dad and uncle are punching people.

“Because it’s not.. nice.”

After we get home and put the kids to bed, I finally ask Timo what that was all about. We are in the closet changing into our bed time apparel. 

“This motherfucker.” He starts off, stopping from changing out of his suit. His eyes are all squinty as he retells the story. “He was talking about you. Nico and I felt he needed to never do that again. So we took care of it.”

“I can’t believe you both jumped him at the same time.” I shake my head, pulling my flannel pajama pants up my legs. 

“I mean, the opportunity was presented, so why not?”

“Well, your son was mimicking your punches.”

“Our son saw me beat a guy's ass defending you today. I’m okay with that.” He kisses me as he walks out of the closet in only his boxer briefs. “Why you putting pants on? I’m just gonna take them off.” I ignore that, going back to the real issue.

“When he is older and beats a kid up on the playground, I expect you to be on my side with that.”

“Sure, baby.” He says. “Now come here.” 

I walk to the bed, crawling onto his lap. He leans back into the pillows, hands on my hips as I look him over.

“He got you.” I murmur, seeing red under his left eye along with other signs of bruising.

“One. Compared to my fifteen.”

“At least you landed a punch. I couldn’t quite figure out what Nico was doing.”

“Me either. I had to tell him to find someone else.” I lean my head back, laughing at the ceiling, remember how Nico went off to grab the closest Blackhawk.  Timo leans forward, kissing along the swells of my breasts that are off limits again. I sigh with pleasure when his nose outlines my nipple through my shirt 

“Hey.” I tug his hair softly. He knows why.

“So bossy tonight.”

“You like me that way.” He nods in agreement. 

“So what did this guy say?” I ask. Timo sighs like he wants to be done talking about it.

“He said your pussy probably dries up like the desert when you see me.” I burst out laughing. Tears are pooling in my eyes. Timo flips me to my back and crawls over me. His marked up hands pin my wrists on either side of my head as I shake with laughter.

“You know that is not true.” I try to take my hand away to wipe at the tears. He holds me in place.

“I do know that.” He glides a hand into my pants to prove his point. “But that fuck stick shouldn’t be talking about your pussy. And Nico agreed with me so we went. Together. Defending your honor.” I try to get my laughing under control, but then I think about it and start all over again. “You could be a little more grateful.” He mumbles against my mouth, trying to shut me up.

“I sure could.” I pick up his left hand in mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, then swing my full momentum to rotate on top again. Timo is stunned below me. “But I can take care of myself. I’ll fight him next time. Defend your honor.” Timo collects my shirt, bringing it up my body and over my head.

“Mhm, okay baby. Whatever you say.” 

#TM: Loving & Leaving

[pansypossum]

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Tagged by: @xenonhw Thanks for tagging me!!!

Last Song Listened To: Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold bc a part it was stuck in Darla's head and we had to remember it all.

Currently Watching: Well Darla and I jammed through all the early Halloween franchise movies. Halloween is my favorite slasher movie and I never saw any of those sequels so it was fun to experience and discuss all the themes and motifs etc. We aren't gonna watch the Rob Zombie ones together and I'm unsure if we'll watch the recent reboots? So I'm kinda in a what to watch limbo. But oh yeah if you mean what youtube tab I have opened it's Secret Sleepover playing observation duty.

Currently Reading: I have a library book that I don't like the writing style of so I'm avoiding reading everything else, at the moment! Oops!! But I am also part way through It Came From The Closet (Queer Reflections on Horror) which I'm enjoying a lot, I just need to pick up again!

I've only semi recently getting back into books, its been a bit since I've had the time and motivation! Being brave!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet!!!! I love desserts I love vanilla scented candles 🍭🍪🎂

Current Obsession: OCs as always! Current OC obsessions are Gabriel and Felipe. (we think they'll probably be an end game couple but its fun to explore the fact that they aren't there yet teehee!)

One of my obsessions that I just never mention ... collecting animal jpegs on silly old pet websites like chicken smoothie and neopets (not as into neopets but I got a Halloween gelert named pretty boi the first day I got back into playing that. I was on a mission!!! 😭) (and I've been constantly adopting pets on chicken smoothie since I joined in February lol. It scratches an itch in my brain of collecting and they're cute silly thangs)

Also Halloween and Horror things in general bc... (I get sad in the cold dreary months and as soon as Halloween is over I usually don't have much else to look forward to for a while so I'm holding on tight! It's October 31st somewhere!)

Relationship Status: dating and living with @duck-n-clover 💕💞💖💓💘💗 Ideal relationship bc they are always warm when I'm always cold. :) *thermoregulating you beam*

We met on deviantArt in like 7th/8th grade, later we started shipping our OCs, then met in person at a music festival I had extra tickets for and then a few months later they asked me out which is INSane to me how things happen and I'm so glad things have worked out how they did! Still sharing OCs together yay yayy wahoo!! (((Gabriel (oc I'm obsessed with) was Darla's OC and he was in the 1st drawing I liked from them on dA and now they gave him to me he's my own special OC now wah!!!))))

Last Thing I Googled: Bat Country lyrics 👍 (wondering if bat or country was in the lyrics at all) (no)

Currently Working On: ough I haven't started a drawing since finishing my 13 days of Halloween drawings. I am planning to hopefully keep working on ref sheets for two old OCs I brought back and their (new!) kids.

I tag: Um I'm usually bad at doing these things in a timely manner so I'm just gonna "tag" anyone who sees this and wants to do this now! Or soon or whenever.

#darby talks #tag games #i actually typed most of this last night so some things arrren't true <- has listened to more songs but its all good #mutuals i do like hearing about lil stuff like this so come be tagged by me hehehe!

[goji-pilled]

MK-S: More of Candeloro’s journal excerpts.

Feb 5: …brings me no comfort to say that my quest into The Archives (Yep, the internet is definitely going to be called “The Archives” with a capital ‘T’ in “The” (unless I forget).) did indeed bare fruit; the appearance of such a young beast little more than a week ago (yesterday, entry dated Jan 27 in here. Had to flip back and check.) was no lone scavenger from beyond the breach (oh, that could be a good name too! “The Breach”…but I’ve already decided “The Gate” for however they’re getting-Oh! Wait, I can call the hole/entrance “The Breach”! Perfect! Not gonna go back and scratch out all refs, I’ll just use the new name going forward. Recap:) -from beyond the Breach Gate (I JUST had this talk with myself! How did I repeat Breach again!), but is indeed a sign that the beasts have begun to breed within this space between spaces (still needs a nam-“The Gap” writing that down before I forget. I’ll decide on it later). Now my quest is twofold; as before it is my duty to find and seal The Gate and then hunt down the scourge it has unleashed upon this world realm. (Google says that baby rats = nest, *groan*, so now I gotta find the darn hole in the wall they got in from, and see if I can’t stumble upon where the dang nest is. I swear if I can’t find the darn thing in two weeks irl, I’m calling an exterminator.) …

Feb 8: I have uncovered a new and troubling discovery today. Not another of the Rat King’s (was it King or Lord?…Interchangeable?) minions, but a hazard of the land. A root of some sort, not of the plant or flesh, but of plastic and metal. The (Oh shoot, do rats chew on electrical wire? Need to google that as soon as I leave. This is fun, but not worth a house fire.) root had its plastic bark exposed. In a moment of naïveté (I’m an idiot) I reached out and touched this strange metal (Zapped myself pretty good too. Had to yell to Oktavia I was okay in here…Am I only okay because I’m a witch, or would that have also only hurt if I was human…not sure I want an answer there.) the thing seemed to call forth the power (no pun intended) of the very gods, in a brief but brilliant flash of light. I shall dub such metal vines roots “Spark starters”. Now, I must return through the Breach. (Gotta see if we have any electrical tape in the closet. “Armory”?…no, too much stuff, not enough able to be used as a rat killer. Upside, starting to use “the Breach” correctly on instinct!”)…

Feb 11: …having returned home (as if I left) I make preparations for my next expedition. Having given description of the hazardous Spark Starters, fair Lady Seckendorff has graced me with the relic known as “Scotch’s Blessing” (Turns out they make electrical tape too. I thought it was a type, like duck duct tape, Ophelia teases me enough for that mishearing-turned-mispronouncing enough as is, not repeating it again.) and now I just need one more journey into The Archives to see if the beasts may be putting all realms in danger, by means of these metal plants…

Feb 12: …I am extremely troubled by what I have found in the old tomes (how did I never come across that word as Mami Tomoe? You’d think someone would have tried teasing me with it, or at least try to use it as a fun joke. Well, I guess I have a new pun in my arsenal next time I’m having quips with Ophelia.)…it seems that not only can the Rat Lord use Spark Starters to burn away the walls between realms (I’m surprisingly satisfied with that line)…but it seems such is his Modus Operandi. Though it pains me to say it, this task is beyond me. I am but one, while the beasts are many, and their damage can spread faster than I could ever keep up with. Our world must reach into its sacred treasuries, to pay whatever price is needed for Those That Breathe Of Poison Mist, for only they have the faintest chance of ending this blight while time yet remains. (Yeah, google says that rat chewed wires starting fires (oh that rhymes) is actually not unheard of, to the point where it’s just a thing. Top result said that in the USA (no idea why I can’t find results for Japan, but I’m not gonna look to hard on this) up to 20% of “undetermined fires” are thought to be from rodent chewed wires. And since I freaking Found one of these wires, there could be others, and I am NOT going to risk a house fire with my family in it. Gonna call an exterminator now first thing in the morning, they’re closed now. Gonna go tape up that one wire afterwards. Dag nab it, I was having fun with this too…Oh well, I can still have fun finding and patching up that hole if the exterminator can’t, and there’s still the interior of the house to map out. Maybe I could go with undoing the Rat King’s damage…yeah, that could work.)…

MK-S: Yes I did actually google these things, which makes this all the better. But since Candeloro is a responsible parent she would definitely call an exterminator after learning these things…so now I’m thinking that after the real rats are dead, Phil could make little glyph powered creatures for tiny Candeloro to find, study and fight; a broken doll with its joints gone, each limb has its own weak spot (she goes for the head first; mistake because now she can’t tell where it’s looking). A rat corpse made animate and speaks in strange whispers (just playing back a scrambled version of the local radio station). A garden snake…Phil’s not behind that one, it was just warm inside and there’s a hole somewhere. It could be Phil’s olive branch to Candeloro…just realized/remembered that Klarissa may not be a part of this AU, and Phil by extension, but I’m not going to delete all this just because of that little detail.

Hope you all enjoyed!

I live for Candeloros fake journal entrys

#felix answers #domestic witches #io3 #long post #healed my depression and cleaned my pores

[offthefieldsmau]

⚽ 2.129

Ed pulled Stede into a nearby supply closet, closing the door behind him. Stede flicked on the light, turning to face the coach. Who was looking at Stede with all amusement in his eyes gone, now replaced with something new. Something angry; tight, flexing arm muscles crossed in front of his chest.

“What is it,” Stede sighed, “are you going to yell at me now?”

“Stede, for fuck’s sake,” Ed throws his hands up in the air, “yes, I am going to yell at you now.”

Oh. Stede wasn’t expecting that.

“And you had to drag me here because…?” Stede found a spare netted bag of jerseys to sit on.

“Because if I do want to yell at you,” Ed stepped closer, “I’m going to do it in private and not in front of all of suburban Southern California. What the fuck is your deal, mate?” Stede realized, unfortunately for him, that there was no getting out of this.

Alma was already so mad at him, Mary already chastised him, and while Ed had a right to be upset, Stede was at his wit’s end of being criticized for things.

He deserved this, at the very least. Blowing up like he did made an ass of him and Ed, and the angry glances Ed kept tossing him during the game definitely hinted at annoyance. Ed had the opportunity to ruminate on this all yesterday and during the game — but at that point, Stede was tired. He was done with the animosity and he thought that they could move on from it. 

Stede was wrong. Whatever minor irritants Stede thought he caused Ed, he was deeply, deeply wrong.

Ed looked furious.

Ed looked hot.

“You cannot act that way during games,” Ed scrubbed a hand over his face, “you almost got us carded! I had to talk the ref down from the ledge to keep you from getting ejected. At a kids’ soccer game.”

Is that what the little colored cards were for? No one ever explained it to Stede, he thought they were simply there to add some flare, truth be told.

Ed wasn’t done, “You can be mad at me all you want, but going off on the ref every time someone gets near one of our players is absurd,” he fumed, “and that’s not even to mention the way you blew your fuckin’ lid over the third goal! I can’t believe you know so little about this sport and think you have a right to scream from the sidelines like that.”

“Excuse me?” Stede asked, indignant, “I know how the game works. Besides, you were screaming just as much.”

“That is called coaching.” Ed leaned back against a rack of balls and crossed his arms, “You know so much?” He gestured with an open palm for an answer: “Okay, what’s the difference between a keeper and a goalie?”

Stede scoffed, crossed and uncrossed his legs. He waved a hand, “They’re— they— formations, of course.”

“They’re the same position.” Ed said flatly, “So, maybe you let me do my job, since I know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“You absolutely do not know what you’re doing!” Stede mirrored Ed’s body language; who was Ed to claim that?

“What!?” Ed stepped closer, “The fuck do you expect— the fuck do you want from me!? Do I need to remind you that we fucking won our game today!?”

Stede stood and got closer in Ed’s space, in his face, “I don’t care if you win the league,” he sneered, “as long as you threaten their safety like that—”

“None of the other parents care like you!” Ed argued, “So whats the fucking truth, Stede? What is your fucking problem with me!?”

The proximity was too much for Stede to not do something stupid.

“I think I made myself fairly clear yesterday,” he moved towards the door, “as I am not a fan of how you’re putting their safety in jeopardy with your coaching style. They’re going to get hurt.”

“Well, that’s soccer,” Ed almost pinned Stede to the door with his proximity, and then he dropped his voice low, “don’t know if anyone bothered to tell you this, but that’s how the game works, mate. Get used to it.”

Proximity was Stede’s enemy today, considering how they were even closer than before.

#off the field #off the field smau #otf smau #ofmd smau #chapter two #prose

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' REACTING TO S/O IN A BUNNY OUTFIT !

req. hiii bestie !! i can smell potential in this account, so i'm here for a request ! jjk boys' reaction to their s/o wearing a bunny girl/boy outfit (they lost a bet) ?? maybe with... megumi, inumaki and gojo ?? thank you and i give you all my love and support for your work!!!❤️❤️️

an. HII BESTIE!! i loved this req omg and thank u for supporting me!! hope i did this req justice <3

ft. gojo, fushiguro, inumaki x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

genre. fluff

tw. a lil suggestive but like 99% sfw

► MASTERLIST ► TAGLIST ►

GOJO SATORU ►

— this mf would be so cocky and teasing about it

— definitely the type to whistle and wiggle his eyebrows

— he's probably the one that made the bet with you

— and of course he made it knowing he'd win

"satoru!" you whine from behind the closed bathroom door, thoroughly embarrassed. "are you kidding? i'm not wearing this!" well, to be fair, you were already wearing it, but coming out of your sacred space the bathroom in it? absolutely not.

"come on!" you heard him say, his tone clearly teasing and excited. "you lost the bet, after all!"

"and you cheated to win!"

"baby-"

"no."

gojo let out a dramatic sigh, and you could practically imagine him pressing an exaggerated hand to his heart. "fine!" he said, letting out another sigh, "i guess our bets mean nothing to you."

"it's a stupid bet, satoru-"

"i understand, don't worry." you groaned, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend's usual childish antics. you could hear him shuffling from the other side of the door, "i'll just go to bed." you let a sigh, glancing to the large mirror to your right, your reflection staring back at you. you felt your face get hot at the thought of showing this to gojo. i mean, you could use it to try and get back at your boyfriend for all the times he'd teased you, and maybe even fluster him a bit? impossible, but a girl can dream.

"...fine." you grumble so quietly you're unsure if he even heard it - until you hear the giddy squeal come out of your boyfriend's mouth from the other side of the door, catching you so off guard that you can't help but let out a snort. before you even have a chance to do so yourself, gojo swings open the door and catches you as you stumble out.

he grins at you cheekily, one eyebrow raised and a low whistle sounding from his lips. "you were already wearing it?" he asks, and before you can respond a bright light flashes in your eye, and you realise he's taking pictures.

"satoru!" you go to cover your head, immediately regretting your decision. "i'm changing back right now!" you exclaim and try to rush back into the bathroom, only to be stopped by him pulling you back gently, his chest colliding with your body.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ►

— BLUSHY BABY!

— he'd be so embarrassed even looking at you LOL

— doesn't mean he won't look though

— would probably be like "what are you doing?" all grumbly and annoyed

— but his eyes stay trained on you and the outfit

you didn't think last week that your saturday night would be spent waiting on your boyfriend's bed, dressed head to toe in a bunny girl outfit while you waited for him to get done showering. it originally began when nobara showed you a funny tiktok of someone else pranking their significant other while they were dressed in a bunny outfit, and you'd both joked about doing it to your respective significant others. you had teased nobara, doubting that maki would be flustered even by such an outfit, which then led her to tease you about how fushiguro wouldn't even bat an eye at it. and, well, here you are.

you want to blame nobara for this entire fiasco, but you can't help the scratch of curiosity you yourself have about your antisocial boyfriend's reaction. if you're being entirely honest, the thought of making him flustered makes you a bit giddy. you decide to wrap yourself in his bed covers, seeing that fushiguro's designated showering time is ending soon, and then duck your head under the covers like a child hiding from a monster. the door lock clicks, and you hear the familiar sound of the sliding door.

"what are you doing?" fushiguro asks, closing the door behind him as he makes his way over to the mound on his bed. you giggle and hug the covers closer.

"take a guess," you tease, and you were sure if you could see him he'd be rolling his eyes.

"i don't know," he responded bluntly, "are you cold? i'll warm you up." you could hear the slight grumble in his voice at the last part, clearly still getting used to voicing his affections. it made your heart flutter a little, and you decided to stop teasing, mostly because it was the first time today you'd be able to see your boyfriend's face. you quickly pulled the covers back, sitting up on his bed as you stared up at fushiguro with an innocent grin.

"wha?!-" fushiguro spluttered, pink immediately beginning to stain his cheeks. his mouth hang open as he stared at you, eyes rapidly glancing around your outfit. "what are you doing?" he asked, gulping obviously after his sentence.

"what do ya think?" you teasingly asked, deciding to stand up and give a quick spin around, only flustering fushiguro further. "maybe this should be my halloween outfit? oh, we could even match! you could be a magician-" fushiguro let out a noise similar to a growl, and the next thing you knew, you were back in his bed, covers one again wrapped around your body like a cloak.

"no." he said plainly, and you had to hold back your laughter.

"no? no what, love?" he scrunched up his face at the nickname, but you could tell he liked it just by the simple fact that he'd never told you to stop. your teasing smile dropped when he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting on your ear as he whispered,

"i wanna be the only one to see you that way."

INUMAKI TOGE ►

— he got so flustered at first omg

— and said the one word that came to his mind - "wow."

— inumaki has such great control when it comes to his speech, he already knew it would be a safe word

— what he doesn't have great self-control over is, honestly, his love for you

— inumaki's just so amazed at how you're his s/o

— after he gets over his initial flustered reaction, he tackles you in affection <3

you were sure that you've never been more embarrassed in your life than now. nobara had suggested the grand idea of playing 'truth or dare' for girls' night, and sadly, your turn had ended up in maki's hands. you thought that maki couldn't come up with anything too bad, especially not this late at night, and so you went with the dare.

...and now here you are, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, standing in the middle of your boyfriend, inumaki toge's, room. the outfit was bought last halloween as a complete joke between the three of you, and you had completely forgotten about it afterwards, keeping it in the deepest part of your closet. how had maki even come up with that on the spot? damn her brains. your phone pinged, vibrating on inumaki's desk where you had put it, and you glanced over to see nobara's text;

'he's coming!!'

the simple message made your heart pound, your head frantically snapping back to look at the door as you waited for your boyfriend to come through. you held your breath when you heard a key being inserted into the door, and a small noise of surprise when inumaki realised the door wasn't locked. he quickly understood that you were most likely in his room.

"kombu-" inumaki froze, quite literally froze. it reminded you of the times he'd unzipped his collar and whispered the words "don't move,", his enemies bodies going rigid just as his just did.

you began to speak, and then realised, what the fuck were you meant to say in this situation? you'd been so focused on when inumaki would come through the door, you hadn't even thought about what to say when he did. you quite literally felt the way your heart fluttered when you heard inumaki let out a quiet breath, and you heard him whisper,

"wow."

it was already rare to hear your boyfriend's soft voice, even when he was simply speaking in onigiri ingredients, and you were shocked that you had caused this much of a reaction from him.

inumaki finally took back control of his body as he dropped the plastic white bag full of late-night snacks he was out getting, quickly shutting the door behind him and rushing over to you. his arms snaked around your waist, and you stumbled when he pulled you from the middle of his room to his bed.

"toge!" you yelled, arms wrapping around him automatically. you giggled when he began bombarding you in kisses, kissing you on the tip of your nose, the corners of your mouth and continually along your jaw, each a sweet peck full of affection that was more than enough to convey inumaki's feelings. "toge," you whined, now lowering your voice, "maki and nobara are probably right outside the door!" inumaki continues to hold you close while he reaches into his shorts pockets, pulling out his phone and typing a quick message, still giving you sweet pecks as you read his text.

'too bad. ur mine now <3'

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3 

©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

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[hello-everyfandom]

“You scared the hell out of me!”

Warnings: Injury?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: George is severely injured during a grizzly quidditch match. 

You could feel the wind slapping at your cheeks. The chilling air and the light rain was hitting your bones. You’re not even sure you can feel your fingers anymore as a numbing cool burned your face. But, the unfriendly cold was not one of the thousands of thoughts running through your mind. The only thing you could think of was the sight of your boyfriend plummeting from the sky. Red and gold quidditch robes sputtering around him, you could make out his reddish hair through the fog of the field. The crowd watched, gasps, and screams as the younger Weasley twin fell off his broom after a bludger pummeled into his side. The Slytherin quidditch team was known to be violent on the pitch and he had taken harder hits before, but for some reason, the bludger knocked the wind out of him and sent him towards the bottom of the field. George would never admit this knowing full well you’d be guilt-ridden, but he was painfully distracted as he needlessly searched for you in the crowd. His distraction resulted in Slytherin’s beater full force smashing the black ball into him.

“No!” Your voice escaped you, you were surprised you even could speak. Fear, desperation and dread-filled you to the brim. The game halted as the Gryffindor team quickly crowded around him. You could see Fred by his twin’s side immediately and wished you could be there in the pitch to hold George’s hand.

“Weasley has been hit by the slimy, git Slytherin player Goyle-” Lee was quickly cut off by Professor McGonagall’s voice. 

“Students, stay in your seats.” She commanded.

George’s body was carried off on a stretcher, his robes dirtied from the mud. Your fellow classmates began their nosy whispers as your eyes were trained on his body. Wood and Fred began to yell at the ref to call for a foul, however, you couldn’t focus on anything.

“He’s going to be alright,” Hermione assured you, giving you a small but worried smile. “They’ll take him to the infirmary and Madame Pomfrey will care for him.” But her words slipped through the air and disappeared into nothingness. 

The game continued but all you could do was sit and tightly grip your pants anxiously. Gryffindor won despite the lack of a key player and the second Harry caught the golden snitch, you sprung out of your seat and shoved your way through the unruly crowd. Mud stuck to your shoes and your hair was plastered on your face as you sprinted from the Quidditch pitch into the halls of Hogwarts. Long corridors mocked you as you hurried through, slipping a bit here and there. As you reached the hospital wing doors, a pair of footsteps sounded from behind you. Hard and fast, you turned quickly to see Fred behind your tail. The two of you, out of breath and worry seeping into your bones, you pushed the doors open. 

Madame Pomfrey glanced at the two of you, a tray of bandages and a few mismatched bottles in her hands.

“Mr. Weasley, Ms. Y/L/N,” she addressed you two, setting down her tray and leading you towards the infirmary beds, “He has two shattered ribs and will have to wear a sling, but he’s alright.” 

The two of you approached the bed quickly, George’s face seemed peaceful. Almost deathly. His jersey was discarded and across his chest were a few bandages. 

“I must warn you, I gave him something for the pain, so I’m not sure he will be entirely himself when he wakes up.” Madame Pomfrey said curtly before turning around and disappearing from sight. 

You pulled up a chair, close to George’s side as Fred did the same. Holding his uninjured hand in yours, you reached up to swiftly push a few stray hairs off his forehead.

“He’s alright.” You let out a breath of air. Fred nodded reassuringly at you before staring at his brother.

“Has he always had that freckle there?” Fred asked jokingly and pointed at the larger freckle near George’s collar bone.

“Only you wouldn’t know. You’re his brother! Even worse, his twin.” You shot back teasingly. 

A voice pipped up between the two of you.

“Who’s the worst?” George’s voice was rough and hoarse. He blinked open his eyes and peered at the two of you.

“George! You’re alright, mate. You gave us a scare.” Fred grinned.

“Who...” George muttered. You leaned in closer to him, smelling the dirt and grass from his game. “Who...?”

“George?” You asked worriedly.

“Who are you people? Who is George?” He finally asked making Fred’s mouth drop. You felt your heart thud as you began to tear up.

“W-what?” You stuttered, holding his hand tighter. 

George’s confused face and furrowed eyebrows unraveled into a joyful smile.  “I’m only pulling your leg!” You gasped and hit his shoulder. 

“George Weasley! Don’t you ever do that again! You scared the hell out of me!” You yelled with a smile. George laughed with a thundering voice before wincing painfully and holding his ribs. Fred mimicked his smile and shook his head.

“Even after being hit with a bludger and nearly making a dent in the pitch, you’re still trying to prank us?” Fred said.

“I’m telling you, I barely feel a thing.” George’s voice spoke with bravery, but you could see slight pain and discomfort in his eyes.

“Oh really?” Fred asked and prodded George in the stomach. George let out a groan and quickly slapped his hand away.

“Fred, piss off, why don’t you?” He grumbled before looking at you, “Not you though.” His eyes softened.

You beamed and scooted closer, “Yes, Fred.” You agreed, “Why don’t you go take a shower? You smell like armpits and Snape’s cauldron closet.” 

Fred gasped dramatically before standing up, “Fine! I can see when I’m not wanted.” Sent the two of you a wink before turning sharply on his heel and heading towards Gryffindor tower. 

George squeezed your hand.“What about you, sweetheart. Did I give you a scare?” 

“Who me? You pointed at yourself in a fake surprise, “No no, of course not. I actually particularly enjoy watching my boyfriend fall thousands of meters from the sky. It was the highlight of my day, I’d say.” You sarcastically replied.

“Whoa whoa,” George put his hands up in defense, “ ‘m only wondering how my woman was feeling.” He sent you a charming smile before moving to the side of his bed.

“Now what the bloody hell are you doing?” You asked, trying to pull the sheet up over his body again.

“ ‘m making space for you, of course.” He said as what he was doing was obvious.

“I can’t come in the bed with you! You just hurt your ribs!” You shook your head adamantly.

George wiggled his eyebrows, “If you’d like me to make you come that can be arranged!” Immediately your cheeks flushed darker as you sputtered out.

“George Weasley! You are getting on my absolute nerves right now!” But you couldn’t ignore his cheeky smile nor his tired eyes.

“Will you just,” he patted the bed, “lay down for a little bit? Please? I got hurt really badly.” He tried to guilt-trip you, lowering his eyes and elongating his words. “Please, love?” You glanced quickly to see if you could spot Madame Pomfrey. She would surely have your head if the two of you were caught snuggled up in the hospital bed. But it was hard to deny George, especially after his fall from the quidditch pitch you were afraid he’d cease to exist or something. 

“Alright, alright. Quit whining and shove on over,.” You mumbled before kicking off your muddy shoes and crawling into his bed. “But you must tell me if I’m hurting you or not, don’t be a baby about it.” You tutted at him. 

George grinned and winced while pulling his arms around you.

“Now, how about a kiss?” George jutted out his lips and puckered making you laugh and push his face away.

“Don’t push it, Weasley.” You brushed the hair off his forehead again, before setting your lips between his. A quick but meaningful kiss as you pecked his lips once more before settling into the uncomfortable hospital bed. 

“ ‘m just glad you’re alright, that’s all.” 

“More than alright, darling. I have my love with me, that’s all I need.” 

You kissed his chest before replying sweetly, “I love you too.”

“Ms. Y/L/N I’m going to ignore that you and Mr. Weasley are in bed together, but I expect you to leave before sundown.” Madame Pomfrey’s voice called from the front. You blushed a deep red as George smirked and pulled you closer. 

#George Weasley Imagine #george weasley #george weasley imagines #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley #george and fred weasley #harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter oneshot #harry potter headcanon #george weasley x reader #george weasley oneshot #quidditch

[dimensionwriter]

Flufftober Day 1: Coffee Shop

M! Werewolf x GN! Reader

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I’m going to attempt flufftober in order to get myself back into writing. I know I’m 8 days behind, but I just want to do the best I can and just have fun with it.

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Heat sweltered out from the machine and surrounded you in it’s dark earthy aroma. The scent swirled around you before flowing through your vein, lighting up every nerve. Nothing was quite like making a fresh cup of hot coffee in the late afternoon. The sun low in the horizon causing a nice golden glow to cover the entire shop and all it’s customers inside. 

Working here felt like a dream, to be honest. The dark brown woods on every wall being accented by the dangling fairy lights hidden with the plants. Dim brown square tables littered around the place with customers sitting in it as they idly chatted with each other about there day with a steam from the cup surround them. 

The best way to describe the environment of this job would be cozy. Like a home away from home. It was inevitable to not fall in love with this place. 

A light tinkering from the door was the only cue for a customer coming in. Turning away from the machine, with the freshly brewed cup in your hand, you quickly lidded it and handed it to the waiting customer. Your eyes drifted away from the previous customer to see who walked in. “Welcome to Lucky Beans!”

There near the entrance was a hunched over creature holding a brown tote bag satchel to his chest as he wearily looked around. Dusty red fur covered a majority of his body, except for his protruding snout that was pulled back in uneasiness. 

It seem like he was trying to shrink into himself, but his monstrous height had his towering over all the others. He was a head under the ceiling beam, but you knew if he stood at full height you wouldn’t doubt he could touch it. 

“Alaska,” you called out to him. His pair of light brown eyes instantly went to you as his snout eased into a small smile. He gripped his bag closer to him and begin to shuffle forward. His eyes kept flickering around him as he tried not to run into the tinier creatures making way around him. 

Finally, he was at the front with a relieved look on his face. Rotating your head 45 degrees back, you were finally able to look at his face again. “I’m going to get a neck ache having to look at you,” you joked. 

“How do you think I feel?” he grumbled with his head almost fully dropped to look at him. You let out a giggled and walked over to the counter. You lifted it over to let your coworker in. 

“So, tell me why you’re here 40 minutes early? I thought you had basketball practice tonight?” you asked, watching as he tried his best to not knock into things. His tail was lazily swaying behind him as he walked to the back room. 

A bowl near the edge of the counter seem to have been the target for his tail. A red tail lightly brushed it, but that seem enough to cause it to fall towards the floor. 

Launching forward, you caught the bowl before any of the batter could have spilled everywhere. Alaska stopped in his track and turned towards you. His brown eyes shifted over you as he took in you awkwardly bent over with a bowl in your hand. 

“Did I- Oh gosh- I’m so sorry,” he stuttered out as he wrapped his giant furred hand around your waist, while being cautious of his claws pressing into your back. He easily lifted you off the ground and placed you correctly up. His free hand grabbed the bowl and placed it on the table it was originally from. “I’m sorry. I need to be more aware of my tail.”

Alaska was a slight klutz in the shop due to everything being miniature size and light compared to him. But in a way, it was enduring seeing him always tiptoeing around and awkwardly try to handle customers. 

“Nah you’re good man,” you said patting his back. The white t-shirt was smug against him from how thick his fur was. It felt like your were petting a pillow. “So, why were you early?”

He slipped into backroom and you quickly followed. The room was less of a... well room and more like a walk in closet. There was shelves on every wall that was used by ever worker here. Alaska was the only one with a top shelf since it reached near the room and it was a nice eye level with him. 

“Well,” he grumbled, reaching for his brown apron. He grabbed the neck strap with the tip of his claws and threw it over head. His ears twitched unconsciously from something brushed by it. “We have an important game tomorrow and coach wanted us to get some rest before then.” 

You noticed the way his tail sunk down at his words and his ears flatten. He loved playing basket ball. Why was he looking so down about a game?

“Are you- are you not looking forward to tomorrow?” You asked lightly. His head turned towards you for a split second before looking back forward at his section. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of earrings. He slipped them into the hole in his right ear before doing the same for his left ear. 

“I would, but..” he trailed off before letting out a long sigh. He threw his bag up in the section and turned around. His formed shrunk as he squatted down to the ground. You walked forward and started to run your fingers through the fur on top of his head. 

“It’s just last game went so horribly. Soon as I walked onto the court, the other team started yelling and screaming at me how it was unfair to have a ‘mutt’ on the other team.” You walked forward a little to allow him to lay his head on your shoulder as you continue to rub his head and ears in sympathy. “And then it was the end of the game and we were so close to winning and I had the ball. Another player came around and stepped on my.. my tail. I.. um.. I dropped the ball and the other team got it and scored. My coach tried to call a foul on the other team, but the referee said I should have had my tail up instead of letting it dangle near the floor.”

You scratched near the base of his ear causing him to let out a light hum. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. “Well, how about next game, I can come there to support you. That way if a ref does something like that again, I can be there to physically punch him.”

He let out a light laugh that rumbled deep down his chest. His hold on you tighten as he let out another sigh. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

“Yeah, I can be your own cheerleader. Like your good luck charm or something,” you said happily while fluffing up the fur around his head. He let out another hum that went into a small growl. 

“Thank you so much for letting me rant. What would I do without you?” he mumbled in your ear. He pulled away from you allowing you to look into those beautiful brown eyes. You tried to ignore how your heart was pounding from the closeness. 

“That’s what... coworkers are for.”

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Day one done. This only took me an hour, which is decent enough for not writing something in a while. But yeah, here’s a werewolf on this blog for a change. Will Alaska show up again in flufftober, maybe.

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #flufftober #monster love #Monster #monster boy #coffee shop #werewolf #werewolf x reader #monster boy oc #werewolf x human #oc x reader #oc romance #dimensionwriter

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Eternity

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I know some of you are probably like "What happened to ICBTE bro?" It's in the fanfic cemetery never to be spoken of again <3

But WELCOME to the new multi part fic Eternity where we follow OC's Veronica Rodriguez, Sawyer Holden and Nova Jay throughout their AEW career

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Starring - Tony Khan, Kenny Omega, WARHORSE and of course, the OCs (also a small appearance from Madi Wrenkowski )

Word Count - 2,385

Category - Fluff, friendship, mentions of past romance

Part 1/?

Summary - Sawyer, Veronica and Nova wanted nothing more than to "make it". When they have a chance to main event with TK and Kenny Omega sitting front row, how will it go?

other author's notes - keep in mind, me and @adriii-omega wrote this in a day. there might be spelling mistakes, it might not make sense, trust the process <3 and YES a good portion of this is the ACTUAL match.

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“Yes Bullet Club is for life, but we’re Eternity.”

“Nova, Veronica, Sawyer you’re on in 10!” The producer yelled, knocking on the door of the dressing room. Though it wasn’t a dressing room, more like a closet. “We’ll be there in a second, damn!” Yelled Sawyer, trying to get her gear on in the tiny corner.

“It would be nice if they gave us an actual dressing room like the guys or something.” Veronica mumbled, pulling on her gear pants. Nova and Sawyer agreed. There could be thousands of dressing rooms, but they always got stuck in a janitor’s closet. “Could you imagine all three of us in our own private dressing rooms?” Nova fantasized as she tied her left boot.

The group of three had always had dreams, as small as a dressing room, to as big as being on the greatest stage of them all. But for now, a janitor’s closet, a couple bucks a night, and a high school gym would satisfy them.

“I got extra tips at the diner today so we can go out to eat after the show this time.” Sawyer announced, smiling towards Veronica, who had just told Sawyer about her craving for a milkshake earlier that day. “Oh thank God, the family I babysat for today only paid nine bucks for FIVE hours.” Nova complained, touching up her makeup.

“Nine?!” “Yeah, spoiled little white kids, AGAIN.”

Veronica and Sawyer chuckled, walking out the janitor’s closet, Nova following close behind.

The three friends had so much in common, but were so different. Like Sawyer for example, the tallest of the three and by far the smartest. She wasn’t afraid to take a bump in front of 10 people or 10,000. She would do whatever it took to make sure she ended up as one of the best professional wrestlers of all time.

Veronica, one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. Most people would call her a submission specialist, but making someone tap was just all in a day's work for her. She’ll do anything to put on the most entertaining match anyone in the crowd has ever seen, even if it’s acting like she almost died.

Nova however, was definitely a person who was ready to put on a show, taunts, hyping up the crowd and “OMG” moments were her specialty. She has gotten injured doing those special moves, many times, but she always got back up and showed out to put on the best performance.

All three of them had a purpose and decided they would stick together to reach it.

The whole roster was fond of how close they were. Others envied their success on the independent scene - except one of their closest friends, Warhorse. He was going to be on Dynamite tomorrow` to challenge Cody for his TNT Championship, but tonight, he was at the show, watching the trio wrestle.

They were walking closer to the “stage”, when he stopped them. “You will not believe who’s here!” Sawyer groaned, “Jake you know I hate guessing games so can you jus-”

“Tony Khan and Kenny Omega.” Their jaws dropped. “THE owner and EVP OF AEW?” Nova questioned. Veronica’s palms started to get sweaty. “Why are they here? I don’t even want to be here; there is no way the ACTUAL Kenny Omega and Tony Khan are sitting in a high school gym.” She wiped her hands on her pants and crossed them over her chest. “You don’t believe me? Well you guys will see in about an hour or so.” Warhorse smirked.

“We’re going out now, dipshit.” Sawyer insulted. Nova and Veronica laughed, but Warhorse had more to say, “Didn’t you hear? You guys have been bumped to the main event since the rich guys are out there.”

Suddenly calm, cool and collected Sawyer had her jaw to the floor. “Sawyer?” Nova whispered, shaking her friend's shoulder. “I can’t fly high and be energetic for the last 30 minutes of the show! I’ll break something or pass out!”

Veronica giggled at her friend’s nonsense, “You’ll be fine. C’mon, let's go watch the matches.”

Nova, Veronica and Sawyer sat by a monitor, watching the last few matches before their main event match. They were enjoying some of the two newer wrestlers face off when a hand slammed down on a table. They looked up and saw Madi Wrenkowski, fuming.

“They CUT my match so you guys could have your dumb main event.”

Sawyer held back laughter while Veronica spoke up, “Well it’s not our fault, we didn’t find out till five minutes ag-” “You think you’ll be big cause of a few matches? No way. Just stick to the janitor’s closet.” Madi scoffed, storming off.

“A few 5 star matches to be fair!” Nova called out, receiving a high five from her friends. It had been like this for a while, Madi going off on how she was “better”, but mean girls were SO high school.

They all took a deep breath, knowing it was their time to main event.

When the three reached the gorilla position. They saw Warhorse standing by the curtain waiting for them. Everyone was pretty happy that they got the opportunity to perform for someone like Kenny Omega, but deep down inside Veronica, Sawyer, and Nova knew that they deserved to be in the main event spot a long time ago.

“You three are going to kill it.” Warhorse smiled at his friends. He wondered how cool it would be to see them all in AEW at one time. “Thanks Jake.” Nova said. Sawyer was standing at the curtain, waiting for her cue.

“Say, bitch, I don’t wanna talk.”

Realer by Megan Thee Stallion blasted off the gym walls. The couple hundred of fans there jumped out of their seats to show their love for Sawyer, though she wasn’t supposed to be having such a loud reaction. She walked down the entrance way stopping at a young child who had their hand out for a high five. Sawyer went over to make it seem like she was about to, but smoothly pushed her hair back instead- flipping off the parents as well. As she got in the ring she took a quick scan to look for Kenny and Tony. She spotted them front and center in the front row she gave a sly smirk and went to one of the corners of the ring.

“TOOONIGHTTTTT-“

Nova shot out of the curtain while 24K Magic by Bruno Mars played in the gym. The crowd was also feeling the song as they got up and grooved. Even Tony Khan was bobbing his head along. Nova walked down to the ring, pep in her step. She gave people in the crowd high fives and hugs. She entered the ring and tried to get Sawyer to dance along, but backed away when Sawyer stood over her, glaring and clenching her fists. She walked over to her corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle, waving at the whole crowd.

“I fly with the stars in the skies…”

Veronica pushed her black shades on as she smoothly walked through the curtain as “Moment 4 Life” by Nick Minaj came on the speakers. It was a perfect song to describe how she felt as she took the audience in at the top of the ramp. Her swagger was untouched but when she stepped in front of Kenny Omega, she felt his eyes never leave her which made her confidence blast through the roof. She used the stairs to get in and leaned on the ropes and waved to the other people that were there.

The three stared each other down, “this is awesome” chants from the crowd already starting. The ref asked all of them if they were ready, then called for the bell to ring. They all circled around the ring, the crowd wondering who was gonna hit first. Nova started taunting the two, planning to get the crowd on her side early in the match.

Sawyer had enough and tackled Nova to the ground, throwing punches, keeping away from the head. Veronica pulled Sawyer off, Sawyer widened her eyes, Veronica irish whipped Sawyer into the ropes, clotheslining her as soon as she came back. Veronica turned at the crowd, cheering along with them, not paying attention that Sawyer just did a kip-up behind her.

Veronica turned around just to be met with a kick to the face. Veronica turned around once, swaying side to side before falling to the ground, selling coming in clutch.

Nova came up from behind Sawyer, drop kicking her and making her fall to the mat. They planned to live to the phrase “fight forever”. Nova walked towards Veronica, dragging her up. Veronica started to gain her consciousness back, kicking Nova in the legs and Nova dodging as many as she could.

While they weren’t paying attention, Sawyer crawled towards the corner, climbing up the top rope, getting in position for a frog splash. It wasn’t till the crowd started screaming till Veronica and Nova looked towards the corner, Sawyer jumping off and crashing into both of them.

She stood up, hyping herself up, looking towards TK and Kenny, smirking.

*match skip*

Sawyer, Veronica, and Nova all struggled to get to their feet trying to use each other for balance. It had at least been 25 minutes of non stop action, and everyone was on the edge of their seat. Sawyer threw a punch in Veronica’s direction , but she attempted to counter it with an arm bar bringing her down to the mat. Nova saw the opportunity as she started to climb to one of the top turnbuckles. With Sawyer’s strength she manages to deliver a powerbomb to Veronica getting out of the arm bar. She crouched in the corner as Nova hit a devastating Macho Man like elbow drop.

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2…

But Sawyer broke up the pin by pulling Nova’s leg. Nova slapped Sawyer making Sawyer deliver a right hand back but harder, making her roll out the ring and on the apron. Veronica was slowly getting back up and Sawyer noticed as she charged towards her, making Veronica pull the top rope making her land on the outside. Veronica made her way to the apron where Nova was at; her back turned to Veronica not seeing her jump and wrap her legs around her neck for a reverse hurricanrana. With a loud thud, both of them rolled onto the floor in pain.

Sawyer crawled over , throwing Veronica in the ring and seeing Nova began to stir. Sawyer climbed to the top turnbuckle with her back turned to deliver a perfect moonsault, making the crowd gasp, and Tony and Kenny to stand up. Sawyer held her side, and rolled into the ring ready to finish the match. She stood in the ring, waiting for Veronica to get in position for her finishing move. Veronica stood and it was too late, and she tucked her chin ready for the impact of Sawyer’s devastating Canadian Destroyer.

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2…

3.

Sawyer stood up, referee raising her arm in the air. She tried to bite back her smile but simply couldn’t. She watched as Veronica and Nova started to walk backstage, exiting the ring, breaking out of character as soon as she was behind the curtain.

Veronica, Nova and Sawyer started talking about the match, complimenting each other. “Excuse me ladies?” They looked over, and saw Tony Khan and Kenny Omega walking towards them. Nova spun around and almost caused Sawyer and Veronica to fall over. “Really impressive match out there. You know I didn’t think you guys would have met my expectations but I was way wrong.” Kenny admitted, and Tony agreed. “Yea , we would really love for you guys to come over to our company for a bit. Not on Dynamite yet, but some Dark matches maybe?” Tony suggested. They were beyond excited. Sawyer started imagining all of the memories she could create at AEW, and seeing some people she hadn’t seen in a while - until a certain person popped into her head. “I would love to wrestle for you guys, but does Wardlow know? Or is he even okay with this- “ Veronica gave Sawyer the death stare and Nova let out a laugh. “Wardlow? He’s the one that brought you guys up. He said you were all really talented, and since we’re looking for more women wrestlers you were the right people. Is there something going on between…” “NO.” Sawyer interrupted Tony.

“It’s complicated. I just wanted to make sure he was okay with working with me again.” Nova couldn’t believe Sawyer’s actions and it was making it extremely hard not to burst out of laughter on the spot. Veronica stood in between her friends listening closely to what Khan was saying. She felt eyes on her so she looked up and was met with Kenny’s soft stare. He smiled and looked away making her do the same.

“Yea, so tomorrow I was thinking you guys could get to Jacksonville and see Dynamite, then wrestle after the show?” Tony said. “That works fine with us.” Nova said, smiling wide

“Great!” Kenny said, smiling at Veronica. “Sawyer, Veronica?”

Sawyer and Veronica looked at each other, they could tell what they both were thinking just by the looks on their face. Veronica nodded, Sawyer spoke up, “Let’s do this.” “That’s great, the flight leaves at 11 tonight, so get there as fast as you can,” Tony said, looking at his phone, “Oh and Sawyer?”

Sawyer looked up, “Don’t interrupt me again.”

Nova couldn’t keep in her laughter anymore, not even when Veronica punched her arm and told her to shush. Tony and Kenny left the building, leaving the friends beaming and damn near tears. “Veronica and Kenny sitting in a tree!” Nova and Sawyer started to sing, making Veronica roll her eyes, “Yeah I’ll remember that when we see Wardlow tomorrow.”

Sawyer huffed. “But remember we promised if things ever ended up like this, we would stay together no matter what happens between any of us.” Nova brought up, talking about the promise they all made years before.

“Friends, no matter what.” They all said in unison, knowing in the back of their heads they would be friends for eternity.

thank you for reading! part 2 coming soon!

#tony khan #kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega x oc #aew #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #all elite wrestling #warhorse #wardlow #wrestling fanfiction

[slowly-writing]

Football Game

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 909

Requested by: @kye06

a/n: This didn’t turn out very angsty but I hope you still enjoy it!

It was the fourth of July and the team had gotten together for a barbeque. Soon after everyone arrived you all decided to have a bit of fun, and a game of football ensued. Steve and Bucky weren’t allowed to be on the same team due to super soldier reasons so they were the captains and you all split up from there. You, Steve, Clint, and Nat, were on one team with Bucky, your Dad, Thor, and Pepper (who reluctantly agreed to play after a bit of begging from you) on the other. Banner had decided it was best if he stayed on the sidelines, so he was the ref.

“Okay, I want a clean game, I’m talking to you Stark!” Bruce calls from the sidelines.

“Hey!” you and your dad yell in unison.

“Steve, your team starts with the ball,” Bruce calls, tossing Steve the ball and the game begins.

“Kid, go long!” Steve yells and you sprint as fast as you can to the end of the field. As soon as you get there you look and Steve has thrown the ball all the way down right to you. You easily catch it and grin.

When you pass the ball to the other team to start it quickly becomes apparent that the odds are stacked against you.

“Why did we decide to play tackle?!” you yell, running after Thor who is jogging down the field. You’re the closet to him so when you catch up you try to jump on his back and he literally laughs.

“Lady Stark, you are not going to be able to take me down with your small body,” he says and you groan.

“Go for the legs, kid!” Nat calls, at this point they’re not even trying to help you. They’re just enjoying the show. You lunge for his leg and you catch it, but he just continues to drag you until he scores.

“You okay kiddo?” Tony asks as he helps you up.

“It’s no fair. I can’t stop them because I’m to little,” you grumble, crossing your arms and he smiles, ducking down to your height and putting his hand on your shoulder.

“So here’s what you do. If you know you can’t stop someone, then you make sure you don’t have to. You have to stop him from getting the ball in the first place, then you don’t have to take them down,” he says softly, as if it’s a secret for just the two of you.

“Why are you helping me? You’re on the other team,” you ask curiously.

“You’re still my favorite player out here, don’t tell Pepper,” he says with a wink and you grin up at him.

“Thanks dad! I love you,” you quickly throw your arms around his neck and he holds you close for a second before releasing you.

“I love you too, kiddo. Now get back out there,” he tells you and you nod before running back towards your team with a huge smile on your face.

xxxxx

You do your best to block everyone from getting the ball but it doesn’t always work. It doesn’t matter to you that much, you’ve all lost track of the score right now, and the game is coming to an end.

“Hey y/n, are you feeling okay? You’re a little red,” Natasha asks and you shrug.

“I feel kinda queasy,” you mumble and she quickly steps closer to you, noticing that you’re a bit shaky.

“Stark! Pepper! Get over here!” she yells across the field as you stumble slightly. “Hey, let’s get you sitting down.”

“What’s going on?” your dad asks as he kneels next to you.

“I don’t feel so good,” you mumble again before you begin to seize and your eyes roll back in your head.

“Oh my god! What’s happening?” Pepper asks in shock as the team runs over.

“Shit. Uh…heatstroke! Okay, get me some water, we need to cool her down,” your dad starts yelling as everyone jumps into action.

“Get some cold water on her neck and head, then we need to get her to the med bay,” Bruce instructs and Steve sprints back with a few water bottles from the cooler, quickly pouring them over you as instructed.

“Let’s get her up,” Bruce says and Bucky gently lifts you into his arms before taking off towards the compound.

xxxxx

“Dad?” you ask quietly as you open your eyes. You can see him pacing next to the bed you’re in and his head snaps up as soon as he hears your voice.

“Hey kiddo. How are you feeling?” he asks, taking your hand and brushing your hair back a bit.

“Tired...and cold,” you say, looking around, “what happened?”

“Well, you tried a little too hard at the football game. You got overheated and we had to get you in here to cool you down. You’ve got a couple of cooling blankets on you right now. That’s why you’re so cold, but they’re gonna help you get better,” he explains and you nod.

“Can we have another barbeque soon? Since I missed the fireworks?” you ask and he laughs lightly.

“Kiddo, I’ll put on the best fireworks show you’ve ever seen just as soon as you’re feeling better,” he promises and you smile.

“I like that plan,” you say through a yawn and he smiles down at you.

“Get some rest kiddo, we can talk about the rest later.”

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[jougogo]

4 times nishinoya had your back and the 1 time you had his

happy birthday to my first haikyuu crush, the energetic and sweet guardian deity of karasuno, nishinoya yuu!

a/n: i wrote this at 3am this morning so please ignore any mistakes teehee

warnings: not proofread, my crappy writing

word count: 1.9k 

1. when you fell off the swings in first grade

you were in first grade. it was your favorite time of the day, recess, and you had giddily run out onto the playground. you immediately ran to your favorite swing; you’ve always adored the feeling of flying in the air. while you were there, you spotted a couple of older girls come up to the swing set as well. one girl swung oh-so-high and performed an impressive flip off the swing. you were in awe. determined to prove that you could be just as cool as the older girls, you pushed yourself and swung as high as you can. the ground looks awfully far from here, you remember thinking. the next thing you know, you had let go of the chains on the side of the seat and was now tumbling through the air, at the mercy of gravity. it was only then that you remembered the sharp wooden chips that line the playground. you closed your eyes shut, ready to brace for impact when you felt your body slam against a soft...person? 

“ow. you shouldn’t do that! don’t you know how dangerous it is? if i wasn’t here, you would’ve died! i saved your life!” a squeaky voice blabbered from the boy that you were currently lying on top of. 

“huh? thanks, i guess you did save my life! want to be friends?” you put on your best puppy eyes and extended a small hand to the boy. he wasn’t much taller, but he had a comforting, protective aura. 

“sure!! I’m nishinoya yuu,” he grinned.

2. when you didn’t have anyone to sit next to at lunch

it was the first day of fifth grade. your best friend had recently moved away, leaving you with nobody to sit with at lunch. noya had grown up; his daredevil mindset, athleticism, and good looks made him popular amongst both boys and girls in your grade. yet there you were, pathetic, friendless, and sitting alone at lunch. burying your face in your lunch box, you felt your face begin to grow warm, and a familiar feeling of something in your throat sneaked up as you tried your hardest to keep the tears from sliding down your cheeks. out of nowhere, a loud metallic noise of something slamming down against the aluminum table interrupted your weeping. you looked up tentatively to find noya and his lunchbox, grinning at you from across the table. 

“did you really think i would let you sit alone at lunch?”

3. when you were rejected by your crush

“hahah, y/n has a crush on a third year!” “did you really think an older boy would be into you? how sad!”

it was the tormenting middle school years. somehow, the news that you had sent a letter confessing your crush to the captain of the soccer team had been spread all throughout the school. you could hear the snickers and whispers as you walked through the hallway. he was so attractive, and you were convinced that he even flirted with you a couple times when you watched his practice. but when he came storming up to you with a threatening gaze and all his friends trailing behind him sneering at you, you were terrified and ran to the girl’s bathroom. how did this all even happen? you didn’t dare to come out from the stall until you heard a familiar voice calling to you from outside the bathroom door. 

“y/n! please hurry and come outside, i’m not supposed to be in here and if they catch me i’d be dead meat.” noya pleaded.

“they all hate me,” you mumbled.

“no they don’t! please. I just want to talk to you, i’m your best friend! c’mon,” he begged. reluctantly, you picked up your bag and stepped out of the small, depressing stall. noya’s usually bright demeanor had been replaced with one of concern and oddly, determination. he pulled you into a storage closet, and shut the door quietly. “listen, y/n, what that guy did to you was messed up. he’s probably just insecure, and he definitely doesn’t deserve someone like you. you are so special, and loved, and absolutely adored , and i will fight anyone who says otherwise.” he declared confidently.

“but what if i never find my soulmate? i don’t know if i deserve to be loved,” you spoke softly.

“then i’ll be your prince charming,” was the last thing he said before he pressed his soft lips against yours.

4. when he walked you home in the rain

the searing feeling of his lips lingered on your mind. after he kissed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about noya. was he letting you borrow his pencil because he liked you? or was he just genuinely being a nice person? what about when he gave his last quarter for a drink from the vending machine? when he asked you to help him study for the upcoming quiz? everything about your friendship became a confusing and blurry mess. regardless, you couldn’t be prouder of your best friend. nishinoya was finally being recognized for his hard work and talent in volleyball, and he had even won the award for best libero. you always went to support him at his games, and today was no exception. his team had fought tenaciously, and everyone was determined to place in the tournament. they were in the final set against kitagawa daiichi when a realization hit you. he had become so good at volleyball, you weren’t sure if this was the same boy who complained about digging drills two years ago. was this talented, attractive, and popular volleyball player really your nishinoya? clearly, he was too good for you. tired of the overbearing negative thoughts from your overthinking, you walked out of the gym only to find that the sky has decided to cry. the droplets pitter and patter against the pavement, and you mentally curse at yourself for not remembering to bring an umbrella. hoping that you could wait out the rain, you sat on the cool metal bench that was outside the gymnasium.

 "hey, we won! did you see me save that one ball? it was like WHOOSH! and then KABAM! and i went BOOM! and," nishinoya beamed, but he trailed off when he noticed your mindless stare at the street.”huh? Hey, are you okay? did something happen?” he stammered, trying to think back to all the possible things that could’ve upset you.

“no no no, please dont worry about me, noya-san. enjoy your victory; i’m really happy for you!” you faked a grin. he raised an eyebrow, but decided not to press further.

“come on, i’ll walk you home. we can share my umbrella,” he tugged at your hand, and reluctantly, you went along with him. 

the streets of miyagi was busy despite the weather. bikers and pedestrians crammed the sidewalk as everyone tried to get home quickly.

"why does he even like me?” you asked yourself under your breath.

“because you’re there for me. always. we’ll always have each other” he replied nonchalantly. you jumped.

“shoot, did you hear that?” you panicked. 

“of course! i answered your question.” he wasn’t even a bit bothered. “even though you’re usually pretty subtle about it, i know you care about me. like when you give up lunch to help me study, or always giving me a bottle of water after waiting for my practice to end.” he looked off to the side, a bit embarrassed. i’m really grateful for the little things you do. and i know that, uh, what happened the other day, i should’ve asked you first. i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking with my head. if you don’t like me back like that, i totally understand. we can still be friends” 

“you were thinking with your heart,” you mumbled. “i don’t know if i’m ready for a relationship yet. i don’t want to risk what we have.”

“ok! that’s fine by me. pinky promise that we’ll be friends forever no matter what?” he held out his hand.

“deal.” you grasped his pinky with yours.

5. when you believed in him in a moment where he didn’t

before anyone could realize, the year had flown by and it was time for everyone to pick a high school. noya ended up choosing to attend karasuno, an old volleyball powerhouse that was near his house. thanks to tedious hours of studying, you were chosen to attend shiratorizawa on a scholarship. 

“i’m proud of you. i knew you were smart and you would get in! you have so much potential ahead of you. thank you for spending the past 8 years with me.” he began, but was cut off when you buried your face into the crook of his neck and cried.

“stop, the graduation is already hard enough, don’t make me even sadder,” you sputtered through tears. the private academy had strict rules about phones so contacting any of your friends outside the high school would be a challenge. 

after bidding him a tearful goodbye, you didn’t see him again.

that was, until your second year of high school

when you heard that the glorious nishinoya yuu and the reborn powerhouse of karasuno has the chance to play against the elite shiratorizawa academy, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing after all these years.

nishinoya was scanning the stand for your familiar face. “ i wonder how y/n is doing. did she make new friends? does she have someone to sit with at lunch?” he couldn’t help but feel protective of you. after all, you were like a sister to him. soon, the ref blew the whistle that signaled the start of the game. the bright lights, the polished floor, and the enthusiastic cheers were all at the back of his mind. right now, he only has one job: to keep the ball in the air and keep the game going. however, ushijima’s serves proved to live up to its reputation. spike after spike, the foreign spin of the ball combined with the powerful accuracy was a challenge to receive.

noya was exhausted, in pain, and mentally beating himself up. he had one job, and as the libero, if he can’t even receive a serve, what is he doing? he felt like he was letting the team down, and a familiar feeling of guilt began to weigh heavily in his heart.

that’s when he saw you in the karasuno stands, holding up a poster with his face on it and the words “thank you for having our back” drawn in bold letters. you had the biggest smile, and was waving excitedly. you didn’t care if you were betraying your school; you were so grateful for all the times he was there for you, and you owed him at least this. you had spent all night making the poster, carefully coloring in every letter with the utmost precision. this was your way of saying “i believe in you. go be that talented, amazing person you are.”

that’s when he decided that no matter what comes his way, he’ll dig up every spike, save every ball, and win every game for you. because nishinoya yuu won’t let you down.

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Walls Could Talk Part 31 ~ don’t say it

(Seventeen Fic, Superpower! Non-Idol! High school! AU)

You’re just a high school kid trying to survive your senior year. Seems simple enough. Problem is, you landed a major crush on a good looking transfer student, and unfortunately, the both of you are hiding some abilities that are a bit less than normal, and there’s a ghost you thought you buried in your past that’s rearing his ugly head. So… maybe this won’t be as easy as you were hoping.

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You ended up going to the show. Derek had taken so much from you already that you just couldn’t let him take this from you too. You’d called the police, you’d told your parents about the messages, you’d informed the director about the potential danger, you’d taken every step. You didn’t think he would go after the students, but you wanted to cover your bases.

The show was glorious. The lead actor dropped their prop into the audience and ad libbed it away masterfully. Jun, watching from the wings next to you, nudged your side and brushed away an imaginary tear. “They grow up so fast!”

At the show’s end, you helped the kids get out of costume and put their props away, and you congratulated them on their successful performance. There’d be one final meeting to watch the recording and have some cookies, just to celebrate, but until then you sent them off to their parents and prepared to face going home alone.

“Hey, Soonyoung was making some noise about having a little post-show get together at our house,” Jun said. “You want to come?”

You glanced away from where you’d been staring at the side door contemplatively. “I--” wait, really? “Yeah, okay.”

“Awesome,” he said, and he grinned in that way that always made your stomach get lighter. He swept into a deep bow like the one he’d taught the lead in the play. “May I escort you to your carriage?”

You were probably blushing harder than you had in your life, but you took his arm. “You may,” you said. “Thank you.”

His family joined you as you made your way around the front, which took some of the tension out of your shoulders (but nothing relieved the tension more than your quick glance at the police cruiser sitting in the parking lot, who informed you loudly in a self-important voice that there had been not a peep nor a whisper of Derek the whole night).

You waited for their cars to leave before you pulled out of the parking lot, partly to ensure they’d get home before you arrived, and partly to ensure that should Derek suddenly make himself known, you’d be there.

You didn’t want to see him, but you wanted them to see him without you even less.

Soonyoung answered at the first knock, pulling you inside with a huge grin. “Congratulations on a great show!”

“The kids did most of it,” you deflected almost on instinct.

“He congratulated as many of them as he could find too, don’t worry,” Joshua said. “C’mon, Seungkwan ordered pizza.”

Time sort of fell away for awhile. At some point Vernon produced the game of Risk from a cupboard, and then you asked if they had Monopoly, and everything sort of dissolved into chaos from there as you introduced them to the hellgame combination that was Riskopoly. You played the role of banker and referee, since there weren’t enough pieces for everyone and someone had to have an eye on the rules. At some point they knocked Jun out of the game and he sat next to you, and at some point you started yawning, and at some point he took over the bank, and at some point you ended up lying against his side, watching Seungkwan get three straight rolls of 1 while trying to advance into Jeonghan’s country.

Later, you couldn’t remember when or how you’d gotten there, with his arm wrapped around your side. You couldn’t remember last feeling so at ease.

Eventually, though, you remembered time was a thing that existed, and finally checked your phone.

“Shit,” you said, seeing several texts from your parents. “It’s like 1 AM.”

You looked up and could tell just from the looks they were giving you that the 95 line knew about Derek.

“You want to stay the night?” Seungcheol offered without hesitation.

“Can I?”

“Of course,” Seungkwan said, glaring into his hand as he prepared to roll the die again. “I’ve still got to decimate Jeonghan and I can’t do that if the referee’s gone.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word,” Vernon said cheerfully, organizing his three Monopoly bills. “Sure you can do it?”

“Of course I can!”

(he threw the die for a reasonable roll of two fours and a five, which Jeonghan immediately destroyed with a pair of sixes. “Next time we play this you’re reffing,” Joshua said)

They produced an old T-shirt for you to change into overnight (and you could just tell it was Jun’s even though nobody said so; it was exactly his style and it smelled like his cologne). You put your hair up to quickly wash your face before heading into the basement.

Jun was rummaging through a closet when you got down. He tossed a couple blankets onto the couch. “I hope that’s enough,” he said. “It gets pretty cold down here.”

“It’ll be fine,” you said, despite knowing extremely well how cold you get (and how cold your town gets this time of year).

He turned to look at you, and paused. “Your hair’s up,” he said.

“Oh-- yeah.” Your hand flew up to touch it. “I-- was washing my face.”

“It’s cute,” he said. On instinct you turned to hide your face, playing with the wispy bits of hair by your ear.

You jumped when you feel his gentle touch on your fingers. He pulled your hand down and something in your chest changed as you realized your scar is on that side.

“When you said you knew the damage his ring makes. . .”

You pulled your hand away gently, tugging the hair tie out and letting your hair fall to cover the scar again. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s what I meant.”

You didn’t look up; you knew what his face would look like. You’d seen the expression on your parents, your nurses, your therapist-- you didn’t want to see it on Jun.

“Y/N,” he said, “I. . .”

“If you’re going to say sorry,” you said softly, “then don’t. I’ve heard it from everyone.”

You could see his hand reaching out like he wanted to take your hand again, but he dropped it again.

“I won’t let him get near you again,” he said. “If you want me to.”

“I don’t want it to come to that.” You scooted around him, picking up the blankets from the couch, if only to wrap your hands in them. “I don’t-- I don’t want him to be near you. I--”

You choked on the words.

His face changed, then, and now you knew why Minghao had said you would know if he knew. He looked at you and there was a new shine in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he said, “I lov--”

“No.” You stumbled back, the backs of your knees knocking into the couch and sending you down. “No, don’t say it, I can’t-- you can’t, Jun, I--” (either the room was spinning or you were) “There’s too much I haven’t told you, I can’t--” you shook your head-- “I can’t do that to you. Please, I-- not yet, please.” You hadn’t told him about the hospital, or your power, and yes it was silly to be afraid to tell him that, he read minds for god’s sake, if anyone would understand your ability it would be him, but the hospital-- you didn’t want to think about it, let alone tell him (you hadn’t even told Minghao yet). “I want you to be able to leave if you don’t-- if you can’t-- if it’s too much for you, if you learn it all and you can’t--” (someone had to be sucking all the air from the room because suddenly your lungs weren’t filling enough)-- “can’t love me anymore.”

“There aren’t any secrets you have that could change my feelings,” he said, and repeated it in Mandarin like that sealed it.

“Please-- please don’t make promises you don’t know if you can keep.” You crushed the blankets against your chest like if you cracked a rib your lungs would find room to expand again.

“Okay,” he said. “But-- I needed you to know. And I-- I want you to know, when you’re ready to speak, I’m ready to listen.”

You didn’t think you’d ever be ready. “Thank you,” you said anyway.

He gave you a soft look, and you found your breath catching in your throat in a way that had nothing to do with the fear thrumming in your veins (a softer, more pleasant kind of anxiety, and some part of you made the connection between this and his false proposal in the Walmart parking lot).

“Good night, Y/N,” he said, and you heard the I love you.

“Good night, Jun.”

Next >

(next part Wednesday, May 13)

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LET’S GET READY TO RE-CAAAAAAAAP

“I have numerous science-based questions” I mean, same. It also sets up that Huey is gonna be out of his element this episode

SCROOGE HAS NO TIME FOR SCIENCE

“I AM THAT CHAMPION.” A bit full of yourself there. I couldn’t hear this line without saying “I’M. THAT. HERO.” Oh VeggieTales, you’ll always be with me

THEY ALL LOOK SO ADORABLE!!

I like that Louie does a finger gun when Scrooge gets to him

Like I said earlier, I DO NOT care Scrooge already putting pressure on these kids

Poor Dewey seems like he’s the unfavorite, which is probably how Donald felt as well

Huey makes a good point and I do NOT like how dismissive Scrooge is of the twins

That being said...they totally killed someone in battle

SOMEDAY WE’LL FIND IT, THE RAINBOW CONNECTION!

Why didn’t Launchpad crash? I know he can land w/o crashing but it’s usually when he lands in water. THIS FEELS IMPORTANT SOMEHOW though it probably isn’t

“THEY FOUND A WAY TO MAKE RAINBOWS BETTER!” God, I love Webby

“This is the best day.” WEBBY, YOU ARE REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS OF ADORABLE

Birds with beards look odd

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” Poor Huey, magic and mythology aren’t his strong point

I love that it says Odin’s Closet over the shirts. It’s the little details

“Guess Louie knows what Louie’s doing today.” And then he disappears into the shirts. I can appreciate someone who knows what they’re about

I want ALL the shirts from this episode!

“WHOA, IT’S WRESTLING!” He looks so dang happy, it’s ADORABLE

“THIS IS AWESOME!” Chanting is fun

“So these guys just copied professional wrestling?” Huey, you’re form of logic is not welcome here

Does that mean Scrooge told someone about his battles and inspired them to create pro wrestling? I’m gonna go with that

“And they will love me for it!” Dewey, sweetie, that’s only how it works half the time

I loved all the man-snake stuff. Made me giggle

Man snake be THICC. HOT DAMN

I love the little pig ref. HE’S SO CUTE

Jormungandr knows how to pump up a crowd

So, like, is everyone in the audience technically DEAD?! That makes this episode slightly darker. I dig it

 I wonder if Jormungandr sees Earth’s destruction as a good thing for Earth. Like if he genuinely thinks they’d be better off in Valhalla. Or if he’s just a bastard who wants to watch the world burn

Scrooge is a bit too into playing the heel

The way Scrooge moves and the faces he makes as the Millionaire Miser remind me of Glomgold

“I watch a lot of wrestling while I fly.” “Wait, while?” This exchange always cracks me up

“Uncle Scrooge is the greatest hero of all time.” “Huh, I guess not everyone thinks so.” I feel like this is foreshadowing later events

RIP Announcer Puffin

“DIBS ON ANNOUNCING!” A dude just got KO’d bro! Have a bit of respect

And the return of the dynamic sports announcer duo. Glad Huey got his badge

I NEED MORE WRESTLING ANNOUNCER LP

Strongbeard is DOPE

“How did you know that?” “Just calling it like I see it. WRESTLING!” The real reason Launchpad knows is because he’s actually Thor but doesn’t remember. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

FEAR THE BEARD

“What matters is I’m doing the right thing.” I don’t know, you really seem to enjoy being a heel

This whole match is great

Dewey, there ARE NO RULES IN WRESTLING. Plus you aren’t the ref, so you can’t make that call

I have very inappropriate jokes go through my head when only one arm absorbs the beard energy

“I am so confused.” CONSTANT MOOD

DID SCROOGE NARUTO RUN AT STRONGBEARD?!

I like that Scrooge dives onto him the same way he dives into his bin

LP is so excited he pushes Huey out of the way for NO REASON

HOLY FUCK THAT DUDE THREW A CHAIR AT A CHILD!

All the bone cracking in this episode made me uncomfortable, as in my bones hurt during it

“He is such a good guy.” I’d say he’s a fair guy, not necessarily a good guy

“Which two of you will fight for me?” Webby has been waiting for this moment her WHOLE LIFE

Louie, always taking time to make that money

Who gave him a shirt cannon?!

I love that the dude comes up wearing the shirt

Dewey just slaps Scrooge in the face

Champ POPular! Too cute! I love his hair and outfit. Though I don’t think Champ POPular’s “too popular to hate.” If anything he might annoy people due to his popularity

I thought he was gonna pull out yo-yos as his “finishing touch” and I was sad when it was lollipops even though that makes more sense. BRING BACK THE YO-YOS!

“Do all the fighting and make sure he doesn’t die.” That is a valid concern

WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU! I’D KNOW IT ANYWHERE

Huey taking notes is adorable

“Just in time for the tag-team round.” “Wait, they’re playing tag now?! MAN!” I love how Danny says MAN

How does Huey not know what a tag-team is? It’s a pretty common term

I love Launchpad’s reading face

Dewey has red, blue, and green lollipops. Cute

“HE’S THROWING LOLLIPOPS BECAUSE HE THINKS WE’RE SUCKERS!” That took me off guard and I laughed so hard

“I’ve known you my whole life, I kinda knew how this would play out.” Louie is genre savvy. Perhaps too savvy. He’s gonna figure out he’s in a tv show

“More like Champ POP..ulation zero because he has no friends...in Friendtown.” I fail to see how that was any worse than LP’s “more like Champ UN-POPular.”

“WE HATE YOU NOW!” Tough crowd

Huey’s face after that. I just want to pinch his lil cheeks

WEBBY DON’T NEED NO WRESTLER NAME

It TOTALLY went over my head that they censored Hela with Hecka (at least they used her better than the MCU did. WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BETTER)

I would let her pin me to the mat and crush my skull in

“Oh, COME ON, THIS is what you like?! A creepy goth and her pet dog!” SHUT UP, DEWEY, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT! I’m surprised Webby didn’t slap him for the “creepy goth” comment seeing as Lena is goth and misunderstood

“HECKA YEAH! HECKA YEAH!” SHE’S SO COOL AND SEXY AND SHE HAS A DOG

Poor Huey, he’s doing his best. Hope he takes a shower later because he got pretty sweaty

HECKA COULD STEP ON ME AND I’D SAY THANK YOU

Why did Huey have all those corn puns?

“YOU’RE THE WORST! YOU’RE THE WORST!” It’s just not Huey’s day

“You don’t have to try to make it sound great, it already is.” Did this remind anyone else of Dewey’s “don’t overthink it” advice to Launchpad from Double-O Duck? He’s doing his best to help Huey

I WANT HECKA TO DESTROY ME

“EMBRACE THE BOOZE BOOS.”

Poor Dewey

WEBBY IS A BEAST! SHE WAS BORN FOR THIS!

“EMBRACE YOUR INNER HEEL!” Cuz being a heel is fun!

DUDE, WEBBY TOOK DOWN THE GODDESS OF DEATH WITH NOTHING BUT HER LEGS AND THIGHS! WE STAN!

I like that Fenny has knee pads on

“AW, YOU’RE SO DANGEROUS AND CUTE! I JUST WANT TO PET YOUR LITTLE BELLY!” WEBBY IS ME

“A classic ‘who’s a good boy?’ gambit!” AND I’D FALL FOR IT TOO! SUCH A GOOD BOI

“Wait, am I the Launchpad here?” Bitch, you WISH

“YOU CAN’T GIVE CANDY TO A DOG!” This is why you don’t have a pet, Dewey

“WHOA, back from THE DEAD for the QUEEN of the DEAD!”

Kind of a dick move, Louie

AIR GUITAR!

Jormungandr looks like a Masters of the Universe knock-off toy

WHO’S A GOOD BOI? YOU ARE!

“With a toxic personality” I think you’re projecting a bit, Jormungandr 

How does Huey not know what a battle royale is? That is a very common term! Hell, there is a well known book and movie with that title!

“I’m just a humble, noble snake man of the people.” Why does the term snake man make me laugh so much?  

WOY REFERENCE FTW

Dewey needs a hug! And some therapy would probably be a good idea

Scrooge’s speech started on a good note then went downhill FAST

“And lastly, I’ll use the dust of your bones as sweetener in my tea.” DAMN

“TOO FAR!” I DON’T THINK IT’S FAR ENOUGH! TELL HIM HOW YOU WILL BATHE IN HIS BLOOD

FUCK YEAH BEAKLEY!

SHE GAVE HIM THE CHAIR! I think this CONFIRMS Beakley as a wrestling fan

“I know we’re supposed to take over for Scrooge one day, but do you ever wonder if maybe we’re not cut out for it?” YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WONDER THOSE THINGS AT ALL! 

Louie’s like WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!

“Be LP” My new mantra

Aw, Louie sees Dewey as a hero. Like how LP saw Drake as a hero. I think @drakepad is onto something, this scene and the fight scene seem WAAAAY too much like Drake’s intro to be just a coincidence

I keep saying this, but Louie should consider a career in motivational speaking. He knows what people need to hear

“Let’s do this!” “I don’t know.” “Let’s Dewey this?” “I’m in.”

“I’LL SHED YOUR SKIN FOR YOU!” If he hadn’t of had an old man back moment that would have been a BRUTAL CUT

OMG WAS LAUNCHPAD WEARING THAT THE WHOLE TIME? You see his clothes fly off when he jumps in the ring

“Whoa. In a COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED TWIST, the announcer was Captain Crash THIS WHOLE TIME!” LP does underground wrestling matches in his spare time, TELL ME I’M WRONG

“YOUR CATCHPHRASES ARE FORCED!” I agree, Dewey could have done WAY BETTER

I like Louie just GLARING at the dude who insulted Dewey’s catchphrase

LP looks so proud of Huey

“I don’t care at all, why should I?” Methinks the snake man doth protest too much

I like how Jormungandr’s pupils are thinner during the climax. It shows off his true nature

Dewey should have been the one to do a spin attack, ya know, cuz he’s Sonic? I’ll go now

“The Pop never Stops.” That was better

WHERE ARE ALL THESE CHAIRS COMING FROM?!

I LEGIT thought Strongbeard was gonna throw Dewey his axe and I was like Dewey wouldn’t be able to lift that

SUPER SAIYAN DEWEY! Also was that a TIGER SNARL?

I like the ice pack on Launchpad’s head. Just because he can take a lot of damage doesn’t mean that LP is immune to pain

I like that the crowd CHANGED THEIR BANNERS! Nice

LOUIE AND WEBBY LOOKED SO CUTE!

LP tearing up

“A true people’s hero” I feel like that phrase will come back in relation to other characters (cough DW cough)

Scrooge is such a little shit, it’s kind of adorable

THAT END SHOT! THAT SONG!

This was a SUPER FUN EPISODE! I couldn’t really tell where they were going and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT! I wish we had gotten Huey in some wrestling gear but maybe next time. I like the message that doing the right thing isn’t always popular but I kind of feel like Dewey getting the crowd on his side muddled the message somewhat. Poor Dewey needs therapy or something so he doesn’t feel like he needs CONSTANT approval. Again, he’s 11 YEARS OLD and shouldn’t be put into such a serious position. LP was VIP this episode. I’m bummed we’re on hiatus again, but WHAT an episode to end on!

#ducktales #dt spoilers