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prolix-yuy · 10 months

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I SPINNED THE WHEEL AND GOT HONEY BEAR AND I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BUT IM EXCITED (I'm not gonna google it to keep the surprise factor lamdovdf) the position name made me instantly think of Dieter so I'll go with him <33

this is just so much fun thank you for the sleepover bby!! ILY

Sil, I would be honored to Honey Bear you! And Dieter is exactly the man I want to get down with, especially in this position!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Position: Honey Bear

Word Count: 1084

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), ass play, sexy wrestling, Dieter and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Notes: I wanted to do another funny-sweet one, and Dieter is just perfect for it. Plus if I was having a bad a day, I would also appreciate being pampered like this ;)

He’s been a little ball of frustration all day today, and enough is enough.

You try not to be too hard on him. His agent interrupted Saturday morning TV with news that he wasn’t getting the part he’d be practicing for. “They wanted someone younger, to appeal to the newer audiences.” He sulked through the next two episodes.

Then his sister called, and he retreated into the bedroom. His voice still carried through the closed door, switching back and forth angrily from Spanish to English. He stomped back to the couch and doomscrolled for two hours, his brows pulled together in a dark scowl.

His final straw came when you heard him groaning, “You have GOT to be kidding me!” Venturing into the kitchen, cautious of the sourness of his day, you find him tapping his phone with increasing annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, moving to lean beside him. His whole frame is tight, frustration directed at the world around him wafting off in heady waves.

“If I’m too fucking old and too fucking lazy to get anything I want, then fuck it, I’m going to order a pizza and not give a shit about the diet. But the fucking delivery app keeps crashing and I just would like one goddamn thing to work today!” He shoves his phone across the counter, your hand stopping it from skittering off the edge to add to his annoyance.

“How about you go take a shower and we lay down for a little while?” you ask, lightly stroking Dieter’s back. He takes in a deep breath and whooshes it out, scrubbing at his face.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a shitty day,” he says, letting you tug him towards the master suite.

“Everything gets better once you’re in bed,” you say, leading him to the shower. He groans quietly.

“Baby, I’m not really in the right headspace for that.” You cup his cheeks and rest his forehead against yours, tapping the tips of your noses together.

“That’s not what I mean. We’ll cuddle up and put on a movie and when we get hungry I’ll make something. But right now, you’re gonna try and relax.” Switching on the shower, you usher him in and close the door behind him. He looks through the glass at you in the perfect imitation of a Sarah McLachlan dog shelter commercial, and you draw a little heart in the steam.

Giving him a few minutes to decompress, you turn down the fluffy bedspread and change out of your day clothes. Shuffling around in your drawers, you find the perfect outfit to don before Dieter steps out damp and loose. The towel wrapped around his waist lets you admire his soft broad body, dimples and divots you love mapping with your mouth. He’s slicked his hair back but a few errant curls poke out.

“That was needed, thank you,” he says, pulling out some neon green boxer briefs and tugging them on. They make his butt look absolutely adorable, and his bulge sizeable. You really should get him more of those. As he approaches, a smile begins working its way across his face.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, kneeling on the edge of the bed as you pose dramatically in the pillows.

“Why Mr Bravo, don’t you recognize the white elephant gift of last Christmas Eve?” Draped over your body is a white T-shirt with a badly rendered line drawing of sexy lingerie where it would fall on your silhouette. You’d won it at a party, and the terrible quality matched with the hilarious design made you keep it in the back of your drawer.

“I thought we ruined that,” he says, crawling up the bed to hover over you. The weight of the day is smoothing from his face, fingers curling around the hem of the shirt. “You’ve got much better underwear than this.”

“Dieter, don’t you dare take off the Seduction Shirt!” you crow, squirming below him as he redoubles his efforts to get the hideous shirt off. You nip at his biceps, digging your fingers into his sides to tickle yourself free. He tries to keep up, chasing after your crawling form and yanking you back into his embrace.

He gets it halfway up your stomach when you manage to roll you both, pinning him on his back with his knees folded over your shoulders. He’s full on laughing now, cheeks a ruddy red and coughing with exertion. You let him catch his breath until he looks down up at you, a warm smile across his face. Pushing his thighs up to his chest, he takes in a small gasp, pupils blow out and hands clenching. Gaze drifting down, you find him hard and twitching in his boxers, your tits pressing softly. Cautiously, you stroke your palm up his length. He throws his head back, stomach tensing.

“Do you want…”

“Please.”

You’re stripping his boxers off in record time, sliding down so you can take him into your mouth in one quick slide. He chokes, hips bucking as your practiced touch massages behind his balls. Keening and hissing, you set a fast pace to topple him into pleasure quickly, adding two fingers pressing firmly at his hole. He’s babbling as your lips slide up and down his shaft, sucking hard and swallowing around the thick intrusion.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m…” he begs, and pride swells when he cums down your throat not two minutes after you began. You love knowing exactly what makes Dieter explode, and how quickly you can achieve it. Easing him down, you climb up to snuggle into his open arms.

“Don’t know why I said I wasn’t in the headspace, I’m always in the right mind for you,” Dieter says softly, lips dragging over your temple. You smirk into his chest.

“It’s the Seduction Shirt, works every time.”

Quicker than you expect he rolls you, pinning your hips and ripping the shirt over your head to discard in a corner of the room.

“There, no advantage now,” he snarks, rubbing his scruffy face into your neck. Fighting against the ticklish touch, you koala bear around him and pull him down to entwine.

“So if anything happens now, it’s all thanks to my own sex appeal?” you ask with faux curiosity. Dieter pops his head out to bathe you in warmth you’ll never get enough of.

“Damn right.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

#dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo fic #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble fic #prolix fics

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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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This is an idea I had last night and I just remembered it. Otis with a male reader who used to be a cheerleader. What would Otis think about it?

i absolutely love this idea because its just so otis, i have no other words to describe it other than that. he would LOVEEEE THIS, i literally cannot thank you enough for this thought. yes i am trying to rebrand my blog because i am currently moving myself into a new bedroom so i feel the need to make everything new, and i also like how this looks LOL

requests r open, masterlist is up!!!

otis driftwood x m! formercheerleader!reader | drabble & hcs

warnings: some sexual comments/references, typical otis behavior, fluff

it would most likely come up as a random fact you shared with him, not thinking much of it, but he is majorly interested. loves to find out even more how non-conformist you are, just his own little pride in you that he finds

"You were a cheerleader? Didn' take ya for one of them frilly typa guys.. what did you do in it?"

will genuinely be interested because hes never really heard of or seen any guy do that, and he most likely wasnt given that opportunity growing up (we see that he likes the more literal arts)

hes happy that someone shares his artistic mind and will ask you if you remember any moves or any routines.... or if youre still as flexible (he would like to test that out)

baby will eventually find you two as youre in the middle of a routine, and she sits down to admire as well. shes most definitely interested snd will be begging you to teach her anything's

will try to memorize your figure as you pose and draw you to materialize your beauty (not that he doesn't tell you it enough, he just thinks that youre a work of art, especially when youre in your own world)

wants you to tell him about the uniforms... for so many reasons. for one he wants to know how you used to dress in this specific sport, once again because his lack of knowledge. and two because he wants to make sexual innuendos and comments about how good youd look if you dressed for him like that again.. he just wants to see his boyfriend all pampered up for him giving him a show

will pay closer attention to how much you use your former abilities around the house, and how much of a help it actually is to everyday life and helping mama around

may try to recreate your uniform with his victims clothing.. as a cute little present!!!! he just wants you to know that he values your hobbies and own experiences and that he does care about you

if you have any routines you remember, and decide to show him, hes going to be confused as hell as he tries to recreate the chants

"Lets go! P.. a... n.... shit sweetheart whats the next letter?"

loves to tease you about it and make fun of you lovingly, because partially he thinks its hilarious that you used to jump around for fun

may decide to test your gymnast skills from time to time and surprise you by wrestling or by having some sort of dare going on, hes gotta keep you on your feet

also loves to compete with you, sometimes seeing who's faster or who's stronger, or more agile. he'll make it a game when youre chasing victims to see who catches them first, or who can keep them down longer

"Don't get it wrong handsome, i'm still stronger."

as you can see is very adamant that he could and will beat you in a fight if it ever happened.. slightly threatened but also turned on

makes you reach or stretch for affection more. whether it be making you go on your tiptoes to kiss him, or go through obstacles to cuddle

#house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #otis driftwood x you #otis driftwood x reader #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader

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myrmica · 1 month

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8, 17, 25 for the artist ask game >:J

8. What do you like most about your own work?

this is a fun question. well for one i like that i like my own work now, for the most part... not that i never get frustrated but more often i draw something and then i feel pleased with it, and this was not always the case. a lot of that has to do with having fixed issues in my process over time. but it's also because i am capable of transmitting qualities i find interesting about the world, about color, about the body and how it moves in space, that are specific to my way of seeing them, and that's satisfying. if i had to pick one thing it would be how i draw bodies, it's hard to describe but at some point something happened and the entire way i see people changed, including how i see myself. as much as this is true for "art style" in every case, i feel like i am always depicting myself because i recognize things about the shape of my hands, or my arms, or my legs, or whatever, that i reproduce both consciously through using references of myself for convenience and habitually or subconsciously. i don't know what my point is. some sort of basic satisfaction in who i am

17. What inspires you?

EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but i put a lot of time and effort towards collecting things to use as reference or to take elements from and i think drawing from references that you find visually pleasing and developing a sense of taste in relation to this is important in a way i don't really hear people talk about. i have an aesthetic aversion to like, the type of pose reference you get from just googling a pose, the weird stock photo stiffness, the lighting and framing of classic deviantart stock photos... all of which can be a necessary utility but i save photos i LIKE for pose ref constantly so i have more options.

some of my favorite things are...

1) joshi wrestling photography (NUMERO UNO!!!!!!!!!!) you get a huge variety of angles and poses and i have a lot of appreciation for the costumes and visuals of it all. because they're still images of people in motion it captures weight and movement you don't get so much other places. "but that just gets me people fighting" you might think, and you would be wrong. women holding each other constantly.

2) historical photography. i'm especially fond of the prokudin-gorskii collection because there are all of these representations of clothing styles and silhouettes i find captivating, in color, and it's weird color because they're early color photos using a technique where you take three versions of the image, through a blue, red, and green filter respectively, and then to display them you project them through the filters again, and the effect is striking because of the saturation... like this one with the loggers, you can easy call to mind a million versions of the same photo seen in black and white, and it's not that black and white photography isn't also interesting but it drives me crazy how much pink and purple people were wearing across the russian empire between 1909 and 1915!

i was going to try not to talk too much about visual art in the answer to this question, but i'm also really into paintings by the peredvizhniki group, which stretched up to about the same time period in the same place, and you can look through these photos and identify shared subject matter, which is pretty cool.

3) historical artwork. especially stuff depicting clothing, or fencing manuals and the like. knights were doing all kinds of gay shit to each other if the fencing manuals are to be believed.

4) minecraft roleplay. this is self evident

25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

nothing... don't worry about it...

#m #asks #THANK YOU FORD :J

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spaceistheplaceart · 2 years

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as your resident jigen stan, i wanna see a more in depth analysis of him according to you because i'll take anything at this point i am Depraved

alright, alright-- i'll try but i really don't have as much to say about him as the rest of the gang.

okay so... first of all i dont think jigen has any gap moes. at least not any that are as extreme as the rest of the gang. I took the liberty of watching some more lupin clips and discovered that he just has quirks, not really anything as significant as a gap moe.

honestly, jigen is the closest thing we've got to a straightman. which is good, comedies usually need those. but he's not uptight and boring and a fun killer- he's just not completely insane. Since he's the straight man, he gets all the serious episodes. Mostly involving women. I guess when the lupin iii writers wanted to do something cool and serious, they'd bring in Jigen.

He's still a massive dork though. (clip) He's Lupin's pal to the end, and even though Jigen himself isn't that silly, he loosens up around the gang. I like how in the past he was a gritty assassin and now he's... well... not! he doesnt kill that much anymore. from killer to nerd

anywayssss into his quirks:

sometimes they draw him doing silly poses while doing cool stuff. similar to goemon, but toned down.

his attachment to his hat. he will get sooo embarrassed if he doesn't have it, feels naked without it on, and apparently can't shoot good without it. he also has multiple and hangs them out to dry. (can't find clip. it's part two though.)

on that note, he's a clip of him losing his hat

he has more quirks in the english dub.

his superstitions. like athlete's foot acting up. he has on multiple occasions not done a job because of something superstitious like this

the way he says "friggen" wayyyy too much. and "crap". in english dub. veryy funny

and onto misc things. this is very not organized sorry.

he's so buddy buddy w lupin!!! they're pals. I love this nuggie gag they got going. also very witty, in the clip immediately after this one. he's got a lot of good oneliners.

but also they're the kind of friends to tease the fuck out of eachother! the frineds who are like "YOU HAVE UNOOOO" and to tell eachother to shut the fuck up and to embarrass eachother in public. they wrestle just because they can and bite. they're best friends, and absolute menaces to eachother. just guys being dudes.

I think they would do this (short)

i find it funny how he's a selfproclaimed "woman hater" and yet he is the one with the most exes and girlfriends in the entire series. like ok.

this whole big with his toothache. he really is a dork.

To summarize: Jigen is the "straight-man" of the group, in a way. But he has quirks that make him just as entertaining as the others. The closest thing to a gap moe we have is that he used to be a gritty assassin, and is now a huge dork who goes around with a monkey faced goofball stealing treasures. what a turnaround! The best way I could describe him is "dork".

In conclusion, here's Jigen and Goemon spitroasting Lupin (clip)

#lupin iii

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coolantoniomartin · 1 year

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Jeanette Santiago (born August 13, 1972 in San Juan, Republic of Puerto Rico), born Antonio Santiago, is a former amateur boxer, actress, singer, wikipedian, professional model and boxing and fashion writer and critic. Among the things she loves are her family, airplanes, boxing, music, movies, acting, writing, friends and women. Her ex girlfriends or significant girls in her life include Thelvenytssie Hernande, Loyda Morales, Rosemary Guerrero, Jennifer Gibson and Amna Zamir, a native of Pakistan.

At age 7, Jeanette formed part of the children's chorus at Santa Juanita Disciples of Christ church in Bayamon, Puerto Rico, which allowed her to sing at the El Morro Castle in San Juan and at the Edificio de Fomento, among other places, and on a Sandra Zaiter television show on Puerto Rico's channel 7.

At age 9, she was diagnosed with diabetes. However, this hasn't deterred the positive spirited Jeanette to live a full life with as much fun as possible.

Most of her teenage years, Jeanette lived at Bonneville Apartments in Caguas, Puerto Rico. She also lived at Bayamon, Humacao and at Los Robles Apartments in Cayey, Puerto Rico.

At age 12, Jeanette entered a boxing ring for the first time in her life, but after receiving a few good punches, she thought it over and gave it up, and started to pursue an acting career. She did not abandon the gym before having a tremendous fight with a guy named Rafael, in Cayey, however...the fight in 1986 between Jeanette and Rafael inside that ring was so good, a lot of people who saw it said they reminded them of Rocky and Drago in Rocky IV. They were Jeanette’s nine longest minutes of her life, and in round three, they even wrestled each other to the floor, where they kept on hitting each other until separated, and then promptly went back to swinging at each other with everything they had but while on their feet. The fight was declared a draw by everyone who saw it, but Jeanette is very proud to have been a participant of it even if it was only a 'draw'. After returning to Caguas, Jeanette went back to the gym in Cayey to say goodbye to everyone, and there it was :a small picture on the wall depicting Jeanette and Rafael swinging at each other..:)

In Cayey, Jeanette was the leader of a group named the "T-Birds", after the gang portrayed in the movies Grease and Grease 2. Her group mates were Javier, Ruben (nicknamed "Macho"), Ricardo ("Ricky") and William, who sadly died in a swimming pool accident months later. Her girl-friend Thelvenetsy Hernandez was likewise the leader of "The Pink Ladies".

It should be mentioned also, that in Cayey, Jeanette tasted musical fame for the first time. Her girl-friend Thelvenytssie had a school band. It included her friends Hilda Rodriguez (coincidentally, this was also the maiden name of Jeanette's grandmother from his father's side), Ana and Carmen Rivera (Ana, also coincidentally, also shared her name with Jeanette's grandaunt from her mother's side). She wanted to spend more time with Jeanette and she attended some of her boxing sessions in Cayey. So she wanted her to do the same for her and so, she (Jeanette) started attending her band's practices all the time after which she asked Jeanette to join it. With Jeanette becoming the first-and only-male member of what then became "The Fantastic Five" (before that, it was "The Fantastic Four"), Jeanette enjoyed wild popularity among the girls at Benigno Fernandez Garcia middle school in Cayey. The group actually released a poster once (using the Walgreens' photo services, which produce posters, coffee cups and other things off personal photos) , which was widely distributed in the school. Jeanette (bad boy pose) laying back against a tree, Thelvenetsei hugging her neck and the other girls sitting in front of them on the ground.

Months later, Jeanette, at age 14, joined the adult singing choir at Ebenezer Methodist church in Caguas.

In Caguas, Jeanette enlisted at Gerardo Selles Sola Junior High, where she continued being a well liked student and teenager-she introduced herself to other students on her first day there by wearing a blue jacket and dark sunglasses inside the classroom and announcing herself as the "Teen Wolf"- but a harrowing event early in 1987 changed her life as a student: One late January morning in 1987, as she was being dropped off by her grandfather, she suffered a low sugar reaction and fainted. Her grandfather quickly transported her to the local, municipal hospital, from where she was placed in an ambulance and escorted by a pair of motorcycle policemen who happened to be there for another patient, to the local regional hospital. This event prevented a relationship she was developing with a girl named Zoraida to go on and, eventually, it also stopped Jeanette’s school going days: As Jeanette had to go up stairs to take class every day, teachers became afraid that next time, she could faint while on the stairs and they decided it was best for her to study at home and come on Fridays to school to drop off his homework. Jeanette had the late miss Ramirez of social studies to thank for her efforts towards that decision to be taken.

To this day, Jeannette is thankful to her late grandfather for driving her to the municipal hospital, therefore saving Jeanette's life, but she wishes she could know who the doctors, the ambulance driver and the policemen that day were too so she can thank them.

Months later, at the 9th grade graduation ceremony, Jeannette was awarded a "comeback of the year" special medal in a ceremony attended by Caguas mayor, Angel O. Berrios himself.

Jeanette attended high school at the old CEM in Caguas on Saturdays only from 1987 to 1989-at a class where she was the only male member all those years-giving her ample time to befriend other teens of every age and a chance to meet other women her age and to engage in her other interests: studying the history of boxing, acting, singing, dancing and playing basketball.

Jeanette has been in many plays, and in 1998 earned a model's degree from John Casablancas' Elite Model Management, hoping this would help her career move forward. It didn't, but in 2001 she was able to find a small role in one major film, Eight Legged Freaks. Incidentally, Jeanette also appeared, as an un-paid extra, in the 1982 film Una Aventura Llamada Menudo, during the film's last scene at Luis Munoz Marin International Airport.

For a short time, long haired Jeanette-as Antonio- was also a member of a teen band that had 7 boys, all but one boy residents of Bonneville Apartments in Caguas. The band was named "Corporation S.O.S." (and "Compania Al Rescate" in Spanish) and included 16 year old Jeanette, her brother, 9 year old Jose, 12 year old drummer Josue Rivera, 14 year old guitarist Marcos Padilla Jr., 12 year old rapper Eduardo Montanez, 15 year old keyboardist Carmelo Lopez and 21 year old Pablo Jose "Junior" Diaz. Although they all sang lead at various songs, Jeanette was the main lead singer, and the band tasted a small measure of popularity among girls around their small town. But they couldn't go forward and shortly after, they broke up , remaining just as friends. Since, Josue Rivera was rumored to have passed away, but he is alive. Because of the boy band long haired fashions of the era in Latin America, Jeanette-as Antonio- adopted a more androgynous look which was fairly popular among the girls who knew him. Considered a bass at the church choir, Jeanette sang as countertenor instead at the band because of the type of music (Spanish pop-rock) Corporation S.O.S. performed.

The rationale for the band's name was that "Just like a corporation, (we) all do different things in the group. And we are here to save Spanish rock music and sing it the way it's supposed to be (thus S.O.S. was added)".

This music group also took acting classes at a municipal arts school in Caguas, under the tutelage of the well known theater actor Carlos Cruz, since they foresaw a future that also included perhaps acting in film and television. Jeanette remembers spending many hours rehearsing singing and dancing moves during this era.

The formula this group used was to simply listen to songs on weekdays, then have the musicians on the band emulate the musical sounds with their instruments during a recording session, usually carried out at one of the members' homes. Then, if they had an act at a birthday party or the such, they'd bring the musical tapes with them; that way, they could all dance and sing to their songs while the musicians (Marcos, Josue, Carmelo and Pablo Jose) could be also heard on the background playing the music.

"Corporation S.O.S" tried to emulate the success of other teen boy bands of the time such as Menudo, Los Chicos de Puerto Rico and Los Chamos. Their songs were Spanish covers of other artists' hits, such as "Padre Benitez", a song in which band members confessed their love for a church going girl to a fictional priest and which was a cover of Billy Ocean's Caribbean Queen. Another example was "Jesus", a prayer-like song that was actually a cover of The Beatles' Hey Jude (they also covered other Beatles songs), as well as "A bailar!" (a cover of The Hooters' And We Danced) and "Chica del Campo" (a cover of The Pet Shop Boys' West End Girls) and Jeanette sang lead on "Muchachita", which was a cover of Elton John's Nikita. Jeanette met Rafo Muniz around this era, and so Antonio and his bandmates appeared on a television show named Control Remoto during 1989, shown on Puerto Rico's WAPA-TV, where they were allowed to sing a version of Chantelle's merengue song "Queriendo y No (Aunque Tu No Quieras)", which Jeanette sang on lead that day. The reason the band was given by Rafo Muniz for only that song to be allowed on that show was that the show had it's own in-house band and they had rehearsed the Chantelle song the week before but not the other songs, plus Muniz had permission from Chantelle to play their song on his show. Luckily, this was a very famous song at the time and the kids knew the lyrics to it.

Among other songs the band covered were Toto's Africa and Madonna's Who's That Girl ("Quien es esa Nina?"), Survivor's Eye of the Tiger ("Ojo del Tigre"), Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine ("Eres Una Medicina Venenosa Para Mi") and Starship's We Built This City ("Construimos Esta Ciudad del Rock"), Bananarama's Cruel Summer ("Cruel Verano-Y Yo Aqui Sin Ti"), Nothing's Gonna Stop Us ("Nada va a Parar Este Amor"), Boy Meets Girl's Waiting For a Star to Fall ("Esperando Que Una Estrella Caiga"), The Dream Academy's Life In A Northern Town ("Hey, Mama"), The Hollies' The Air That I Breathe ("Jugar al Parchis Contigo"), Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ("Los Muchachos Queremos Pasarla Bien") and Dennis DeYoung's Desert Moon ("Bajo La Luna"). Two Spanish-language songs the group did cover from time to time was Luis Miguel's La Incondicional, which Jeanette sang on lead, and Miguel Bose's "Amante Bandido", sung by Jeanette's brother José.

As of 2022, the kids on that band remain friends. Jose works as a salesman for Alaska Airlines; Carmelo is a policeman (and a former singer with a local police rock group in Caguas) in the United States; Eduardo a tattoo artist in the United States, Pablo Jose a teacher at Universidad de Puerto Rico's Caguas branch, Josue works in the United States as a handyman, Marcos owns a auto parts store in Caguas, Puerto Rico and Jeanette writes at Wikipedia while keeping trying to further her acting and modeling career.

Although the band had few fans, some of them were fervent: Jeanette received, among other things, cardboard posters with her name and hearts on it from fans, and one time, a rabid fan who felt ignored by her attacked her and bit her on her arm at a parking lot before she was separated by others who were nearby. In another incident, Jeanette, her brother Jose and their band-mate Josue were at a Kay Bee Toys store at Plaza Centro Mall in Caguas when they were recognized by the same fan who bit Jeanette and by a couple of her friends and had to beat a hasty, comical getaway from the store. At malls and locations near Bonneville Apartments, this type of thing happened to them from time to time.

Among the things that brought Jeanette joy during that era were singing, dancing and hanging out with fans.

Apart from the boys in the band, Jeanette's best friends in Caguas included Yuyo, Juan Carlos, Ramon Berrios, Carlos Martinez, Heriberto Cruz, the Campagne (pronounced Champagne) brothers, (Avelardo, Avidair and Alexis), Libertario Sauri, William Luciano, Victor Manuel "Manny" Flores,the Gomez brothers (Ezequiel and Edwin), the Ortiz siblings (Lizzy and Edwin), Elizabeth Santiago, Manet, Silkya Hoyos , Sylvia Berrios, The Negron-Perez siblings (Ahmed, Samuel, Heira and Helga), Angel Benitez, Ariel Benitez, Angie Quinones and many others.

On April 29, 1990, Jeanette was involved in an emergency landing at Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport, incoming from San Juan, Puerto Rico. Upon approach, she and the other passengers were ordered on a head between the knees landing position. The Eastern Airlines Boeing 727 in which she was flying then had a hard landing and many overhead bins opened roughly. Emergency vehicles were awaiting the plane on the runway, nevertheless the plane landed safely and everyone was uninjured. The plane was later towed to a maintenance hangar. Eastern's employees told passengers that due to a major congestion at the Atlanta airport the Eastern jet in which Jeanette was had to spend an inordinate amount on go around and the plane apparently fell low in fuel, requesting immediate priority landing afterwards. This was done by the plane's pilots probably to avoid another tragedy like Avianca Flight 52 which had crashed in similar circumstances just months before.

Jeanette became an ice cream saleswoman, occasional model and autograph collector during the 1990s, a time in which she met several celebrities, such as Bill Clinton, the six former Menudo members who formed El Reencuentro (plus several other Menudo and band director Edgardo Diaz during a separate meeting) Wilfredo Gomez, Gladys Knight, Silvester Stallone, Hilary Duff, Muhammad Ali, several NBA and WNBA stars and more, in addition to talking on the phone with such celebrities as Elizabeth Smart, Richard Steele, Ivan Calderon and Juanes as well as talking with Princess Anne of England and with Kenneth McClintock and Puerto Rican governor Luis A. Ferre in person. She also underwent a religious retransformation at the time and claimed to people that the most important person she'd met was God. The 1990's and early 2000s were generally a crazy and sometimes chaotic time for her where she experienced life in the fast lane: she lost her virginity, was engaged to a woman after meeting her only two weeks before and clubbing, raves and parties were the norm for her. Jeanette around this time started experimenting in the gothic sub-scene of the 90s, influenced by her fiancé at the time Rosemary Guerrero and by the movie The Craft (and, specifically, the character "Nancy Downs"), and she enjoyed such musical acts like Marilyn Manson, Eminem and Kittie during that era, before re-finding God in her life. As of 2020, Jeanette still tries to buy gothic and emo looking clothing from time to time but has re-adopted the androgynous look of the late 80s when she was in the Caguas band, and she sports shoulder length long straightened hair again. Many times, people confuse her for a cisgender woman. As of 2021, Jeanette wore her hair similar to actress Robyn Lively's in her film Teen Witch, somewhat similar to her hair-do on this photo:[1] Because of a period with the coronavirus, during 2022 it became impossible for Jeanette to maintain that hairstyle, and she re-styled her hair in early January 2022, opting to change her hairstyle to a still long but more manageable style instead.

During Jeanette's years as an ice cream man, she developed what many around her called " (the then) Antonio's 'teen-idol' fan club", a group of mostly teenaged girls who'd come to his ice cream truck sometimes to see her.

As a professional model, Jeanette participated in a few local fashion shows and television commercials.

On March 13, 1997, Jeanette was playing street basketball and her brother Jose little league baseball at an adjacent park, when Jeanette and a number of basketball players were witnesses of the UFO event now known as the "Phoenix Lights". That night, the group saw a "V" shaped aircraft descend just over them, then disappear on the dark skies, leaving a trail of lights of different colors.

In mid-1999, Jeanette, by then 27 years old, tried to revive her years in a teen musical act and formed a band named "Five-Four" which was comprised of her and a teenager boy and three teenaged girls, all Phoenix area locals. Some original songs were written and the band's name registered by Jeanette with the Library of Congress' copyright office, but nothing came of the project. The idea for this group was to form a band that would be a mix of The Backstreet Boys or NSYNC and The Spice Girls, acts that were popular at the era.

1999 also was the year when a lot of the craziness, turmoil and wild moments happening with, to and around Jeanette during this era took place as she led a walkout off a church in protest of the church's policy of kicking members out for minor transgressions such as laughing during services and then got involved in fist fights in swimming pools, hotel rooms and at the church itself. 1999 was also the year in which she attended some of the wildest parties she was to.

On December 12 of 2002, Jeanette was playing American Football when she tried to stop a player from scoring a touchdown, got run over, hit the ground with the back of her head and suffered a concussion. But she kept playing and was ok.

In January of 2003, Jeanette was involved in an unfortunate incident when a guy named Bobby Lane, arguing for Jeanette to pay him two dollars, told Jeanette he didn't (f word) care if Jeanette was a diabetic and he dint (f word) care if Jeanette's sugar went low, then smacked Jeanette across the face and provoked a brawl inside a moving car, after Jeanette tried to make sense with him by telling him that she needed those two dollars to buy candy in case her sugar did go low. While Jeanette's fists went bloody after hitting Bobby on Bobby's head, Jeanette deeply regretted this incident, as she hates street violence. It was quite a dramatic scene-Jeanette was pulled away from the car by her brother and ex band-mate Jose as she kicked Lane's groin and kept yelling at Lane until she was placed on a sidewalk. Despite hurting Lane more than Lane hurt her, it was Jeanette who ended up at the hospital, because she ended up with her knuckles’ skin torn off and her knuckles bleeding.

April 3 of 2003 Jeanette visited the doctor, who, despite finding Jeanette in otherwise great physical condition, told her that the football fall suffered on December 12 caused her small, non-life threatening brain damage.

Around this time, Jeanette developed a severe addiction to Xanax, which she later overcame by going through an outpatient rehabilitation program.

April 21 of 2003, Jeanette and her family suffered an Anthrax scare at home, when a lady threw a white powder just outside their home door. Four cop cars came after a call was made by Jeanette to the 911 emergency system. It was determined the powder is probably just baby talc. The lady was also reported by other neighbors to have been bothering around the rest of the day.

During this era, Jeanette was a member of two large, international, extended groups of people who were co-related, mostly teenagers, who colloquially called themselves "The Beverly Hills 90210 of Phoenix". These included-at various times-her, her brother Jose, sister Nilda, girlfriends Rosemary Guerrero and Jennifer Gibson, sisters in law Leah Warner (who tragically died in 2010), Lora Shimkus and Heather, brother in law Nick Skrdla and others, such as Bobby Lane, Shane Manson, Paul Willmore Jr., Danielle Newby, Brandon Goad, Chinese-American Lily Yen, Myshell Lynn, Jamye Enk, the Chinese Tim Mak, Vietnamese Hua Hong, Japanese Ayanori Watanabe, as well also as Mexican-American Ivonne, twins Vanessa and Ivy Brown, Kurt Rowdell, Kurt's girlfriend-Mexico's Marisela Estrada, Heather's ex Stevie, and Stormy, among others. This motley crew of people mostly adopted a devil-may-care attitude and lived to have fun mostly. Not all of them were in Jeanette's group of friends at the same time; a few of them never even met some of the others but they were in Jeanette's circle of friends. The core members of the first group were Jeanette, Jose, Nilda, Paul, Bobby, Shane, Heather, Danielle, Lily, Tim and Myshell.

Among that first group's favorite activities were meeting celebrities for autographs, going to the movies and to restaurants late at night, bowling, speeding at highways and freeways, going on egging and toilet paper throwing trips, clubbing (at the time, there were several nightclubs in Phoenix that catered both to adults and to teenagers) partying, gambling and attending nude bar shows (in the latter three activities, only the group's over 21 years old members participated) and attending church at First Baptist Church in Glendale-including sports nights on Fridays where they enjoyed American football, baseball and basketball games-where the first group met the members of Jeanette’s secondary group of friends.

Separate from those two groups, in 1997, Jeanette joined a group of goths from his neighborhood that also included Stevie plus Stevie's brother Brian and others like Big Steve, Big Steve's brother David, Nicole and others.

Jeanette's group of friends roamed all over metropolitan Phoenix, breaking havoc all the way from southern Peoria and by the train tracks in Glendale to the economically rich areas of Scottsdale and south to Chandler by way of the I-10 freeway. There were a couple of instances when they even had run-ins with the police, but they were never charged with any misconduct. For their adventures and partying lifestyle, the groups usually used a red Pontiac Firebird convertible, an El Camino car or Phoenix's public bus system, although on one memorable incident, Jeanette, Jose, Tim and Hua were riding in Hua's car when Hua turned to the right while over a bridge and almost flew onto the freeway below them.

Her father is Tony, who Antonio was proud to say that decided to join the Wikipedia project on May 23, 2004.

Jeanette un-officially became a candidate for President of the United States when she voted for herself at the 2004 United States Presidential Elections. Jeanette is an identified Democrat and a vocal supporter of Puerto Rico's Independence movement. She again voted for herself in the 2012 Presidential campaign, which this time would have counted as an official vote since Jeanette was over 35, unlike at the 2004 elections.

jeanette was proud to initiate Wikipedia’s own version of Sportscenter.

As of February, 2006, Jeanette became a writer at the boxing website, ringsidereport.com. She left the site and later started being harassed by the site's managers. Jeanette became a writer for Doghouseboxing.com, where she joined her friend, legendary actress Sunset Thomas. At Doghouseboxing.com, Jeanette wrote the popular weekly entertainment and boxing gossip column, "(the then) Antonio's Reliable Source". A fashion fan also, Jeanette around this time joined a fashion and entertainment website as a fashion critic. The site was named Backseatcuddler.com, and Jeanette was somewhat of a peculiarity, being both an internet boxing and fashion critic at the same time.

In July, 2011, a shooting originated in front of Jeanette's house. Jeanette ran inside and she jumped on her sleeping, 6 year old niece Nina, to shield her. Luckily both were uninjured.

Jeanette nicknamed her dogs, "Cookie" "Cookie Kardashian" after the Kardashian sisters, "Jonas" (2008-2019) {originally named "Jonas" by her niece Nina after Joe Jonas) "Jonas Escariot" after Judas Escariot , "Zidian" (2008-2022) "Zidian Zarate" after one of Jeanette's favorite boxers, Mexican Carlos Zarate, "Max" "Max Factor" after cosmetology legend Max Factor, "Chance" "Chance Callahan" after the character "Harry Callahan" of the "Dirty Harry" film series and "Hulk" Hulk Hogan after the legendary wrestler.

Jeanette is an accomplished Street basketball player and in 1986 earned a medal for playing for a second place team in a junior high school tournament, along with team-mates, friends and neighbors Avidair Campagne, William Luciano, Libertario Sauri and Alfredo "Alfi" Rivera (older brother of her later band-mate Josue Rivera). Excluding 2021 due to the Covid-19 situation, she has been playing street ball for 36 years, the 30th anniversary of her first street ball game ever taking place on April 14th, 2014. In 2014, playing with a lot of pain on multiple areas, Jeanette averaged 5.9 points (counted on 2 and 3 points shots), 2.0 assists and 12.8 rebounds per game, on 61 percent shooting.

As of 2019, despite several extra injuries to her shoulders, feet, fingers and toes, she continued to play street basketball on an almost daily basis, against teenagers, men and women of all sizes and ages. During 2020, because of the COVID-19 situation, she only played in one game.

On November 5, 2021, Jeanette tested positive for the coronavirus She went into isolation immediately. She has recuperated and was, at the time, expected to test negative soon.

On Mother's Day, 2022, Jeanette was re-tested for Covid-19 and came out negative. She was battling a hard flu at the time.

*El grupo de los banquillos

"El grupo de los banquillos" is (or was) a very exclusive group of teenagers at Bonneville Apartments that hung out by an area named "los banquillos". Only teens who were considered "cool" were accepted there. When Jeanette first moved there in 1984, she was not accepted at first. At that time, members of that group included Elizabeth Santiago, Rafael "Rafa" Abreu, brothers Edwin and Tito, Norma Iris Gonzalez and others. The group had a similar membership structure at the time to that of the very Latin boy bands in which Jeanette was later involved in that members changed constantly, in this case usually by moving away from the apartments, or when "sponsored" by another member into becoming one. Jeanette moved to Cayey in 1985 but, upon returning to Caguas in 1986, was, again, not initially invited to join, despite having a few good friends in the group, such as Heriberto Cruz and Libertario Sauri (Elizabeth Santiago, who had been a very good friend of Jeanette, had also moved to Cayey by the time Jeanette returned to Caguas). But, in late 1988, her friend Silkya Hoyos, whom she had first met at Los Robles Apartments in Cayey, moved to Bonneville Apartments and was quickly accepted into the group. She, in turn, "sponsored" Jeanettes membership and so she was quickly accepted also. Jeanette has been forever thankful to her for that gesture. The people who hung out at "los banquillos" included her, Silkya, "Luis Loco", Cano, Virgen Rosa, Libertario Sauri, Manet and others. Jeanette was later able to promote someone into the group herself, her band-mate Carmelo Lopez. Members of this group had to dress "cool" and speak about music, arts, movies and-(usually among the males)-sports. Jeanette experienced both great happiness (what in Puerto Rico they call "la pavera") and depression during this time of her life, with a lot of unstoppable laughter, but also experiencing some personal pain during the era due to a broken heart caused by a girl she loved named Angie Diaz, sadness which was alleviated when she joined the band "Corporation S.O.S.".

Personal life

As far as her sexuality, Jeanette identifies as straight, with sexual and romantic experiences with women. She was once, however, bisexual. Gender-wise, she identifies as transgender (a woman inside a man's body) with non-binary tendencies. Jeanette is what in LGBTQ circles is described as a "trans-bian" eg. a transgender female who likes women. Her internet nickname in transgender-friendly pages is, well, "Jeanette", after the Spanish singer, who is one of hier favorite singers.

Ever since she was about three years old, she identified as a female but did not know how to outwardly express this.

Accordingly, she sometimes dresses male and other times, female.

She has been involved in a number of relationships, including one on her younger days with a fan of his named Angela. She was engaged to Rosemary (Rosa Maria) Guerrero for six months in 1996 and 1997, having met her only two weeks before their engagement, and they almost got married during August of 1996, about one month after they had met. They went to a court to get married by a judge, but upon arriving at the judge's office, they decided they were not ready for marriage and, holding hands, ran from the place. She also had an on and off relationship to another lady for many years until meeting Amna Zamir of Pakistan. Ultimately, she and Zamir also broke up.

Working as an ice cream saleswoman led Jeanette to dating a number of her clients. This and her many antics as a "bombastic, loud, funny and crazy showwoman" saleswoman led her to claim on a number of times that she was "the long lost (sister)" of such people as Madonna, Macho Camacho and Gloria Trevi (the latter two of whom Jeanette met in person) among others.

Jeanette has no children of her own.

*Culture

Culturally-wise, she enjoys the American culture but specially all the Hispanic ones-specially, among those, the Puerto Rican and the Mexican ones. Being Puerto Rican but having lived 31 years in Arizona where she has met several Mexican friends and celebrities, (as well as one Mexican fiance, Rosemary Guerrero), she identifies first with the Puerto Rican culture, secondly with the Mexican and Mexican-American ones, and thirdly with those of other Latin-Hispanic countries, although, again, she also enjoys American culture and finds British and Australian culture interesting as well. She has been told by some Puerto Rican family and friends that her Spanish accent has taken a bit of a Mexican tinge, which, after 31 years living in Arizona, can be expected. she, her brother and sister have also spent time touring Sonora, Mexico, where they enjoy the people, the tourist sites, food and beaches.

Since dating Guerrero, and influenced by movies such as The Craft, Jeanette has enjoyed shopping at stores such as Hot Topic, Spencer's and the such. Jeanette enjoys the goth culture but does not demonstrate it in public as much as she used to during his young age.

*Religion

Jeanette believes in God deeply and identifies as protestant Christian. She has been baptized at various churches, including Disciples of Christ as a child, United Methodist as a teen and the Baptist church as a young adult. She prays on an almost daily basis.

Her religion notwithstanding, she once dated a Muslim woman, Amna Zamir of Pakistan, dating her secretly. Due to their difference in religions, her parents did not know that they were dating, as they thought the couple to be just friends.

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F-A-S-T for Jet!

Self Shipping Alphabet (tysm!!!)

F - Flirt do they flirt? If so how do they flirt?

boy howdy yeah. Jet is a HUGE flirt, even (or should i say especially) at inappropriate times, like in the middle of a battle or when he’s trying to avoid a lecture while getting patched up for the umpteenth time. he thinks he’s SO smooth, with the one-liners and the poses and the smirking. the most infuriating thing is that it works every. time. i’m not as good at it as he is - my “flirting” usually consists more of rather direct compliments - but he’s always so delighted by my attempts that i do try anyway.

A - Activity what’s something they enjoy doing together?

drawing!!! it’s really fun to do art challenges where we both take a prompt and work on it without looking at the other’s work, and then when we’re done comparing our different styles and interpretations! collabs are also really fun :)

S - Selfies do they like taking pictures together? Do they keep pictures of the other?

i’ve never been a huge fan of taking selfies, but it makes Jet really happy, so i’m slowly learning to like it. we both keep copies of our selfies on our phones, and sometimes when one of us is away on a mission Jet will send an older selfie out of nowhere with a message like “this could be us rn if black ghost would get off our dicks 😩”. i genuinely do not know if he thinks this is romantic or if he’s trying to be obnoxious.

T - Touchy do they like PDA? How do they like to cuddle?

Jet likes PDA. he wants to show off, which is immensely flattering but also makes me uncomfortable at times. he’s usually respectful of my boundaries, but sometimes he’ll push the envelope because he thinks it’s funny when i get flustered. it’s not that i don’t like it, it’s just that i don’t want to draw attention from other people. in private, i’m honestly clingier and touchier than he is. cuddles usually involve spooning or me resting on him in some way, because if he’s on me he will pin me down and/or crush me on purpose and/or instigate wrestling if i want to get up. i say that like i think it’s obnoxious and sometimes i pretend it is but in reality it’s kinda nice, sometimes, like having a heated weighted blanket.

#river babbles #otp: one hand one heart

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What are your top Yana Toboso official arts/Sketches?? 🤔🤔🤔

Physically restrains myself from immediately filling this post with artwork of Grelle

It’s hard to narrow my answer down to just ten pics (curse the hellsite’s limitations 😭), but that list would include:

The ultimate #girlboss, the CEO of being a flawless queen! She’s building her empire and looks absolutely stunning while doing so.

This sketch is near and dear to my heart because it offers us a fleeting glimpse into the softer, domestic side of An’s relationship with Grelle. They both look happy and relaxed, drinks in hand while they presumably gossip up a storm. Just two girlfriends without a care in the world. A very poignant scene, when you consider how their partnership ended. :(

One subgenre of Yana’s sketches of which that I’m especially fond would be the drawings where Kuro characters are hanging out and bonding over a good meal. This one of Soma and Agni is too precious for words! Other faves along this line include the reapers eating at the dispatch cafeteria, Bard making sandwiches (or burgers? It’s a little hard for me to tell 🤔) for the other Phantomhive servants, and Grelle and Ronald enjoying pancakes together. >w<

Soft Phantomfam content my beloved! The servants contribute a lot of heart to Kuro, and sketches like the one above show how closeknit they truly are. Another favorite in this category is the sketch where Finny laughingly runs away from an irate Sebastian, carrying O!Ciel on his shoulders while the boi munches a forbidden chocolate bar.

THE YANA GENDERBENDS. Fem!Agni is my gorgeous tol wife, who I cherish. 😍🙏 Another thing I love about sensei’s genderbends (beyond the ✨ vibes ✨) is illustrated well below: She generally preserves the characters’ canon aesthetics in the “swapped” sketches. Fem!Bard, for example, is broad-shouldered and muscular; she looks like she could down a shot of whiskey without batting an eye, or annihilate you in an arm-wrestling match. And Male!Rin is the cutest shy bean!

The “photographs” from the aftermath of the sinking of the Campania.

I love the feel of this little collection—like we’re historians sifting through documents to piece together O!Ciel’s life story from the fragments left behind. There’s also an intimacy to these pictures: The bedraggled and weary Sebas watching over his kids, Lizzy immeasurably glad and relieved to have made it out the other side with her fiancée, Alexis lovingly placing his hand on Frances’s shoulder, the servants bawling their eyes out after being reunited with their young master…it makes my cold, dead soul thaw out just a bit. :’)

That creation more rare and mythical than a unicorn: Wholesome art of Alois Trancy. His cheeky personality still shines through (look at that little wink 🥺), but there’s not a red kimono or dubious pose to be found! Best of all, he and Luka are finally together and happy. 🤧 (Meanwhile, Claude’s being a colossal dork photobombing them in the background. 😂)

The niche category of Kuro art where Sebas is obviously married and raising a family with his partner. Sebagrelle look like they’re about to ride that motorcycle into the city and commit a heist with their smol son in tow. Sebagni are peacefully walking their kids to school. I think that’s beautiful. ❤️

Of course, there are so many other pieces I’d include if I could, but I hope you enjoy this smorgasbord of official artwork; I certainly had fun compiling it! 🥰

#kuro asks #kuroshitsuji #yana toboso #official art

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igzsatelier · 2 years

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King and Craig Marduk Hcs

• King is a dad. He's totally a dad. He's a dad to 150 kids from his orphanage. A compassionate friend and great with kids. 10/10 would recommend.

• Craig is the grumpy uncle. He's awkward at first and doesn't bother them much but later on, he loves giving the little ones noogies everytime he visits. The kids always runs away because they hate it. King advised him to not curse in front of the kids and be a good example to them but sometimes Craig slips up by accident.

"Yeah! Fuck 'em up kid!"

"Craig, language!"

"Oops. My bad."

• The only time King ever shown his real face is when he's back home at the orphanage. If any of the orphans asked permission to wear his luchadore mask, he'll let them. Then he shows them how to pose and act like him. And he takes pictures of them in secret. Craig is the only closest friend who isn't from the orphanage that knows what he looks like.

• All the gifts and clumsy drawings that was given to him by the orphans were all kept in King's room. He likes to look at them whenever he's down.

• The orphans will purposely rile up the duo fighters to have a competition. It could be anything! Who can serve the most dishes in an hour, who wins the most in arm wrestling, or who scores the most points in a video game. It's usually Craig who gives in to the challenge first because he won't back down from a challenge. King refuses since he doesn't see any point to it but will begrudgingly give in from Craig's taunts and the orphans begging to see him win.

• The orphans has posters and plushies and merchandise of King and Craig. Probably placed a motivational poster of King in the kitchen.

• Craig introduced King to his parents at one point, and he was surprised once he met them because they were the complete opposite of Craig. They were more quieter and nicer than Craig the first meeting. Craig rarely brings his friends over so they were really excited to see King. They get along extremely well and King invited them to the orphanage. This makes Craig soft and happy to see his parents having a good time with his friend. Although, he will never admit to it.

• If you were good friends with these two, they are unstoppable. They will gladly beat up anyone who messes with you. Downside is, Craig will absolutely crush you with his rough teasing like him giving you noogies and making fun of you. King would be more subtle but not as mean as Craig's. That doesn't mean he'll help you get out of Craig's annoying teasing though, he'll just enjoy watching you from a distance with amusement.

• You may not be all friendly with Craig during the first meeting but overtime he'll start liking your company. He will go as far as almost killing anyone who badmouthed you when he's around. If you're having a bad day and started to degrade yourself Craig will call you an idiot and says that ain't true.

• Whenever King invites his crush over to the orphanage, the orphans will try their hardest to force them to have a romantic date together. Nothing can stop them. Usually they try to be as discreet as possible so that King won't realise what's going on but that isn't true. King knows what they're planning.

It flusters him. He appreciated that they were just trying to help him but it was really embarrassing to him. So King spent most of the time to convince you to hang out somewhere else while also actively avoiding the kids.

Craig wouldn't help King at all. He'll just watch from the sidelines and subtlety tease King about the "romantic date" the kids set up. Watching the jaguar panic with embarrassment and quickly guiding you outside while Craig laughs his ass off.

#mypost #mywritings #headcanons #tekken #tekken headcanons #tekken x reader #tekken king x reader #tekken king 2 #king x reader #craig marduk x reader #tekken craig marduk

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choppedcowboydinosaur · 2 years

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I get nostalgia for my highschool days sometimes. Halo 3 was cool and popular. Machinima was still cool with everyone doing halo 3 videos. You had amvs and gmvs. You also gary’s mod videos of people doing weird and funny stuff. I liked hanging out with my friends. I enjoyed being in the robotics club and wrestling team. I was still drawing a lot and trying to get better at anatomy and poses. Technology was advancing and it seemed that it would help people before it got co-opted by the state/corporations. Music was cool in the late 2000′s to early 2010′s. I unironically like Breaking Benjamin, Nightwish, 3 Days Grace and some other bands. Even that Bring Me to Life song that got overused in amv’s, I liked it. I browsed Deviantart a lot for kaiju art and anime fan art. Deviantart was more popular and fun then compared to now. The Xbox 360 was cool and games were fun and interesting. Instead of nowadays were everyone has this weird obsession everyone has with over-realistic graphics. Youtube was fun and had weird stuff on it. It genuinely felt like the wild west. The memes felt fun and chaotic. They weren’t layered with 7 layers of irony and sorrow. It felt like a simpler time.

#highschoool #nostalgia #personal #internet #xbox 360 #deviantart

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I was going to do these at random but then i got it in my head to stage these as an alternative first round of fights like in the manga, even though we really didn't get to see most of those play out...

To start i feel like the most obvious match up that we missed out on would've been Zaraki fighting Driscoll: For one Zaraki works around the bankai theft by not having one, and his whole made for battle/blood knight character type plays directly with The Overkill. Kind of like in his fight with Nnoitra, it'd make for a great emphasis on what Zaraki's actual strengths are; not that he simply fights and kills people, but that his supposed infinite potential comes from being pushed to his limits and learning to adapt and overcome new opponents. By contrast Overkill only gives Driscoll more power based on killcount, even if the people he slaughters are weak and he doesn't learn anything from fighting them.

So, the fight could start with the two of them both hacking their way through waves of faceless low rank goons to draw a parallel, but in the fight itself Zaraki's emphasis would be on drawing on meaningful fighting experience even with no bankai, while Driscoll would rely on a stolen bankai and a superficial killcount. There could be a fun moment where in a fit of desperation Driscoll tries to boost his power by squeezing in extra kills, targeting more weaklings, and lashes out at Yachiru, but she deflects his attack all on her own, he's shocked and confused, and in the moment of hesitation Zaraki lands the finishing blow.

Much less thematic, but I feel like Bambietta, with The Explode, would've made for a better counter measure to Byakuya's Senbonzakura. She could've opened the fight with her projectiles and Byakuya would got through his usual routine of fighting at a distance and being dodgy and precise with his blocks and counters, until suddenly he'd realize there were less petals than before, and Bambi could explain how every time he "blocked" her Explode projectiles they turned some of his thousands of blades into bombs and blew up. And she'd taunt him about how many blades does he have left and how long can he keep up defending himself while sacrificing his petals. He'd smugly use his bankai to summon up its crazy number of petals and ask if her explosions can keep up with so many petals, but then we'd get the reveal and she'd seal it away. Then Byakuya would have the moment of stark realization where he has zero petals to fight with. And then he'd get blown to hell and back before ending up in basically the same situation he was in with As Nodt in the actual manga shoved into the back of a bloody crater.

Similarly I don't think there's too much thematic resonance in this match up but I like some of the kind of obtuse dynamic they could have. it's never properly addressed, but we do know that Candice is technically one of the newer Sternritter, as she's said to have less control over her Vollstandig when hers is involuntarily prompted. Giving her lightning theme I like the idea that maybe she's something of a prodigy herself. Obviously not as young as Hitsugaya, proportionally speaking, but a fast learner and someone who rocketed up the ranks of the Wandenreich as a genius technician of Quincy skills. Hitsugaya could have a little back and forth about what it means to be a genius, and the difference between instantaneous intuition and carefully practiced talent. It would prompt his bankai and how real power comes from sober self reflection and not self aggrandizement, but then she'd take advantage of his weather gathering, like he used with Tier, and use it to amplify her lightning, get one good hit in, Hitsugaya would brush it off and ready a counter attack, and she'd seal his bankai.

Also room for some kind of banter with Rangiku, I'm sure. Probably with her calling Rangiku old and starting a whole cliche back and forth over that.

Meninas deserved more love, and screen time, and a real fight to herself. I feel like the best way to really illustrate her schift as The Power would've been to have her, and not the early unrevealed PePe, be the one to fight Jidanbou. Not that the gate guardians even make much sense being involved when the Quincy didn't invade through the four gates, but still... I'd love to see little Mini just arm wrestle Jidanbou and/or the other gigantic gate guardians into submission effortlessly. Have Komamura show up with his bankai as the one thing even bigger than the gate guardians. And then Mini steals it, instead of Bambietta, and gets into a raw strength beatdown with Komamura himself as the biggest of the captains.

I'm still mad she never hulked out properly. We only ever got the one panel of her with a buff arm going after Liltotto when she got lovestruck. Unrelated to this iteration of alternate fights, but it also would've been neat to see her fight Kira; he'd try and utilize his shikai the usual way, but Meninas would just get bulkier the heavier Wabisuke made her to carry the additional weight. And then Kira would end up baffled and terrified in the shadow of a fully hulked out Meninas.

Maybe a little too obvious, but I feel like a proper wushu fight between Sui-Feng and Cang Du was stolen from us. It also would've been a perfect set up for the bankai theft because Sui-Feng could go full assassin but immediately run into the problem that if Cang Du's Iron skin can't be pierced, then she can't leave any marks to hit twice. So obviously that makes her only option the bankai, and he can swipe it from there. I feel like unlike most of the other captains Sui-Feng would get to have a cool moment where she still fights Cang Du to a standstill even without her bankai, but then of course he just sinks back into the shadows at the end of the first raid.

This one feels like a stretch, but for all the weirdness of PePe and the creative choices that went into him, I liked the little bit of his explanation of his powers where it wasn't just a romantic or erotic kind of Love that his power controlled, but that he compared it to the instinctive need to protect an innocent baby. And with Jizo being the patron deity of dead children, it would have been really cool to see him have some thematic play with Mayuri. I know it's not how his powers worked in canon, but I actually would've really liked if his power wasn't as directly focused on himself. So that he could provoke people to act on their strong desires to the detriment of logic, but without a lot of direct control over it. So he'd hit Mayuri, and Mayuri would shrug it off because he doesn't care about anyone and then without warning Nemu would be put in danger in the course of the fight and Mayuri would be compelled to protect her. And he wouldn't know what happened as he threw himself in the way of an attack. Then like everyone else he'd pull bankai and PePe could steal it, so that weird creepy cupid man could have a giant creepy baby. but more importantly Mayuri could quietly and furiously ruminate on his feelings during the interim training arc

I know Mayuri didn't actually lose his bankai with the rest during the first attack in the manga, but it felt like he should have since his was part of that batch of SS arc bankai we saw earliest and got kind of accustomed to throughout the rest of the Arrancar arc. (more so than Sui-Feng's at least) Actually in regards to that same sentiment, I feel like renji should have lost his bankai too, even though his ostensibly posed less of a threat than some of the more well honed captains'. It's a shame that so many of the lieutenants just kinda got lost in the background of this arc. It would've been really cool to see the gotei compensate the loss of their bankai by doing more tagteams and group fights

#Bleach #i dunno #do i tag this as AU?#i dont really do this sort of thing normally #shinigami #sternritter #quincy #bankai

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harmoni-me · 3 years

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hi! wanted to tell you that i absolutely love your writing skills, it’s so different from the others that i've read and it makes me feel so warm inside. keep up the good work! i'm really looking forward to seeing more

if you don’t mind, i'd like to request for a poly nagito x sweetheart reader x kokichi where they’re still in the crushing/pining stage and being confused about their sexuality. thank you, have a good day/night!💙

Phew! I finally did it! My fingers kinda hurt from typing all this haha! But I loved the request a lot! I played around with the concept you gave me as well, so it’s a story that branches out into multiple styles of writing. I do have to warn you though, goodness is this one long! But I hope you enjoy it all in the same! <3

I’m so sleepy lol

quick trigger warning beware! : There is a scene in this where a character goes through mental hysteria that contains some panic attack like symptoms. If you are sensitive to that writing, please, skip the the fluffy scene that if used for comfort right after :) (Or just don’t read it at all, don’t worry! Harmoni understands!)

Nagito Komaeda x Sweetheart Reader x Kokichi Ouma! Pt. 1

Also can we just talk about this gif? It makes me so happy...This artist is so good too like WHOA! Check them out!

“No…“

“1, 2, 3, 4-“

“NO-“

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Nagito finished, moving the silver, dog-shaped play piece across the board in rhythmic taps.

“NOOOO! BOARDWALK, NAGITO?! FUCKING BOARDWALK?!” Kokichi shrieked in a fit of rage, slamming his Panta drink onto the table, while standing up and causing an absolute fit.

Nagito was chuckling at the enraged boy, who was now standing on the kitchen counters, stomping in pure fury. Kokichi was a huge brat. A clingy, competitive, always-begging-for-something, whole-hearted brat. Though, Nagito would have to admit that he could never stay mad at Kokichi, in fact, he would have to say that he barely gets mad at him. Ever. He reminded the white-haired boy of a playful puppy, bounding and bucking happily when getting what it wants. It made Nagito’s heart melt, evaporate, then simply melt again, even when he was a cursing mess stomping on the granite countertops, getting scratches all over it.

“Woah! Nagi, that’s amazing! You got Boardwalk really early in the game, that’s so cool!” You smiled, while also laughing at Kokichi’s ferocious cursing as ambiance. Your smile drove Nagito’s attention away from the angered boy, and his heart went through overdrive once he saw your sweet smile, radiating so much contagious joy. It’s almost as if he was on a roller coaster that contained a different track each and every time he rode it. One minute, his heart would be doing loops, and the next, it excitedly go up again.

. . .

Now, this is where the problem begins. Well, the one of three problems that plague the three individuals all playing a simple game of Monopoly on a Sunday night. This is Nagito’s problem: Whenever he has an effect on Kokichi, making him oh-so-lovable in his eyes, his heart swells and fills his chest to the brim. Oh, was this feeling that was so incredibly foreign to him feel so wonderful when it dawned upon him for the first time.

Nagito could always draw the memory back within his vision in surreal detail. Kokichi and Nagito were loitering in the hallways of Hope’s peak, with the shorter purple-haired boy dragging the pale, frizzy haired boy by the hand to apparently “Conjure up the biggest most awesome-est prank Hope’s Peak has every witnesses since built into existence”. Honestly, how could Nagito say no to something that holds so much potential hope and despair, all contained in one big gift-wrapped surprise of a prank on the whole school?

After planning for a few hours, Kokichi seemed to have a fuse broken in his brain due to thinking about a truly fool-proof plan. The somewhat drowsy prankster reached into his schoolbag and pulled out two twin bottles of grape Panta, sliding one over to an unsuspecting Nagito. The purple plastic bottle bonked into Nagito’s forearm, knocking the bottle down from the force.

“Nehehe, I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky student, huh? It just so happens I packed an extra today, Shamrock! Make it up to me sometime soon, okaaaaay?” Kokichi giggled, teasing the lanky, somewhat socially-awkward Nagito who was sitting across from him on a desk within a totally abandoned classroom. Nagito thanked the other, though, Kokichi really couldn’t respond due to being in the middle of chugging his favorite carbonated drink.

Nagito turn to his own bottle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of old-fashioned artificial grape flavored things, but it wasn’t the worst. Plus, it would be quite rude to refuse a drink from a friend, right? So the white haired boy simply picked up the bottle, and twisted the cap off, as per usual etiquette of opening a soda bottle.

Splash

It didn’t take too long until Nagito knew what was going on. The drink had exploded everywhere. The bottle of soda was basically empty by the end of the grape-geyser showcase, and poor Nagito was left drenched in purple, sticky, sugary liquid. The drink already was starting to dry into a thin, sweet crust on his skin, making the boy on a whole other level of uncomfortable. Though, it was kind of expected that Kokichi would be absolutely laughing his butt off in the moment, sounding like some sort of hysteric hyena mixed with a duckling quacking at some breadcrumbs. It was a laughable sight, no doubt, Nagito literally looked like the embodiment of a sad, wet dog.

But then Kokichi settled down after a bit, controlling his breathing from the pathetic sight. After doing so, he got up out of his seat, and knelt down to scrummage through his bag, revealing a regular branded water bottle. He then made his way over to Nagito, and without hesitation, sat himself on his soda-soaked lap.

“Aww, really going for that kicked puppy look, are you now? Well, since I’ve had all my laughing fun from this, I guess it’s only natural that I help you out, hm? Or would you rather just stay just like this? Oh, now, I wouldn’t mind it if we did…though it seems your eyes beg to differ…well in that case, let’s clean you up, shall we?” Kokichi hummed, teasing the ever living daylights out of the wet and miserable boy.

Kokichi then did something that made Nagito’s heart pound harder than it ever had before. The teasing boy reached behind his neck, untying his beloved checkered bandana. He then carefully opened the water bottle, and poured the contents onto the fabric. Once ensuring it was thoroughly soaked, Kokichi started to wash off as much of the stickiness he could. to Ruffling Nagito’s hair, from gently washing his pale cheeks, which were now sprinkled with specks of rose, and finally gliding the cloth along Nagito’s clothes and hands.

A few things in Nagito’s mind had clicked into place after Kokichi had handled him with the care equal to that of a lover. Well, ironically, Nagito had caught feelings for his tiny little prankster brat of a friend. Was it a huge surprise? Not really, based on the track that Nagito was on.

Another piece of the puzzle had snapped: Kokichi was a a guy. That was something really to think about. Never had Nagito found men attractive, but…

Finally, the last, and most worrying puzzle piece out of them all: Kokichi wasn’t the only one he has fell for. His heart has become torn in that moment, with every day becoming more of a wrestling match to the death rather than a silly tug-of-war between feelings. The other side of his heart was unsure, and fell for another person that had lifted him up through his lowest lows, supporting him like a much needed pair of crutches when having a sprained ankle.

And that person, was you.

. . .

“Ok ok ok ok ok! Listen here you little damn shamrock you!” Kokichi huffed, now sitting back on the ground, leg crossed, “You and I both know that I have Park Place, right? Right! Now, my dear little clover, I want to make a deal with you, if you will?” Kokichi smirked with evil intent clear within his irises.

“Ooo! Deals! Nagi, I think you should listen to Kichi, making profitable partnerships is pretty much his specialty.” You giggled, basically becoming Kokichi’s personal little advocate. He let out a quick “Yeah, what she said!”, causing Nagito to laugh and nod, gesturing for an explanation of the deal.

“Well, personally, my little clover, I feel like we should team up, you know? We could completely dominate over sweet our little gumdrop over there, making them drop to their knees in submission to us. You know, I have a feeling you and I both would enjoy it...” Kokichi shuffled a little closer to the platinum blonde, voice dropping, “We could rule them over together, as equals, or even make them surrender if they ever have the chance-“

“Sure! Though, you should probably get out of jail first.” Nagito chuckled, making the other boy grumble.

“OH YOU-“

“Heeeeey! I wanna join in too! It sounds like you guys are having fun and stuff, while I’m all alone…” You puffed out your cheeks, sadness dripping in your voice.

Both of the boys shot up to look at your somewhat downcast features, and oh, how it wreaked their hearts in one fell swoop.

Kokichi automatically shot up from his position, puffing out his chest in preparation for a new speech.

“O-ok! New deal! We ALL join evil forces TOGETHER, and absolutely destroy the game with all of our property, while reaping in the greedy rewards of the capitalist regime!” Kokichi loudly proclaimed, chuckling at the end of his new deal.

You gasped, “Deal! Deal! Taking over a money-based board game with my two favorite people ever will always be a yes for me!” You laughed, smiling at the thought of the three of you taking over Hollywood streets with a pose of limos, while using bags stuffed with pure cash as weapons made it ten times funnier.

Kokichi smiled, resting his hands behind his head, “Yeah! Let’s end it here and just say that we kicked so much millionaire ass that we now have control over the whole economy!”

. . .

This is the second problem, Kokichi is so undeniably confused. About what? About himself. He was sure as all hell about how he felt about you, he always went soft and squishy for you, and not to mention he would be extra clingy when it had to do with you. Headpats? Common, and always appreciated. Cuddles? Been there, done that with you.

But, then there was Nagito. Kokichi would never say this out loud, but he thought that Nagito was so…pretty. And god, Kokichi was a huge sucker for pretty people. Though, once he realized that his feelings didn’t go to just one person, that’s when he started to panic.

He had to take in multiple things at once, trying to accept it all at once, but it was just so incredibly difficult. He has spent the whole entirety of his life to perfect the art of lying, and one thing that he learned constantly manipulated his own mind and thought process, tearing it into metaphorical shreds.

In order to pull out a lie that everyone can believe, you have to lie to yourself, and proclaim your own illusion of your truth.

Did Kokichi want to believe he was immensely attracted to Nagito, who just happened to be a guy? No, he really didn’t. It wasn’t normal.

Did Kokichi want to believe that he had fallen so fucking in love with two of his closest friends? Hell no. In society, you had to pick and choose, it’s one or the god damn other.

Right?

One night, all of these feeling and thoughts rushed into the boy’s conscious all at once, building immense pressure within his head and chest. Was this a nightmare, or-

Suddenly, his throat started to close up on him, making him gasp out in agony, wheezing on the covers of his bed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

Instinct kicked in within the speed of light. Kokichi shakily reached over to his phone, grasping onto it, and quickly set up a group call. Almost immediately, the two people he was panicking over had picked up.

“Hello? Kokichi? Is there anything you need?” A raspy voice rang out. It seems as if Nagito was awoken by the sudden calling.

“Yeah, Kichi? Is there anything wrong?” You softly spoke through the phone. It calmed Kokichi a little just hearing the two of you guy so worried over him.

“I-I know It’s out of the blue-“ Kokichi gasped for air “B-but can you guys please come over?”

And oh boy, did you and Nagito get there in record time.

After just a mere ten minutes, you and Nagito were outside of Kokichi’s bedroom door, and the both of you could hear the desperate hiccups and gasps of your poor friend.

The both of you had no doubts, nor questions. You just wanted the struggling boy to feel safe.

“We’re coming in.” You said, affirming your actions with light knocking on the bedroom door.

When the both of you came face to face with a Kokichi with puffy red eyes, clutching his heaving chest, and thick tears rolling down his face, it felt like the both of you just got shot in the heart, the weight of it sinking down into the stomach, emitting a feeling that could only be described as pure pity. But the two of you automatically got to work.

Sooner rather than later, You and Nagito were cuddling Kokichi from either side, supporting him, as well as being his shield for protecting his small, delicate frame from his own cruel thoughts. You had started to run your fingers through Kokichi’s hair, causing his breaths to become fuller, and not nearly as hitched. Nagito also wanted to contribute in his own way, so he decided to mindlessly draw messy shapes and squiggles into Kokichi’s side, hoping that what he was doing would be of any help.

After only a mere five minutes, Kokichi had passed out from exhaustion, but the two of you kept on doing what you were doing, wanting for the boy in-between you two to have sweet dreams about all of what he desires all night long.

Kokichi has never let go of that memory, and never will for the rest of his life, and it’s a constant reminder on how much he had lied to himself. He actually wanted the truth out of something for once in his life, and that was how long it would be in order for the loves of his life to live without restraint of societal chains. Whenever it was, he would always be ready. Always, with arms as open as the horizon.

. . .

“Why in the world are we watching Big Hero 6 again? Didn’t we watch this, like, a month ago?” Kokichi trudged from the microwave, to the plush couch, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand.

“(Y/N) wanted to watch it, is there a problem?” Nagito tilted his head, holding the remote, about to press play. You were bouncing in anticipation, because this movie was just never a disappointment.

“Hm, well, I GUESS there’s nothing wrong with it….just don’t be surprised when you hear me snoring.” Kokichi huddled up beside you, placing the bowl of popcorn on you lap.

“I deem you the popcorn peacemaker! Your job is to make sure no one’s being a pig.” Kokichi snickered, while you giggled at your new role in life.

“Nagi? You like popcorn, right? Here!” You placed the bowl on his lap, causing him to smile.

“Hey, HEY! NO! That means I have to reach my WHOLE ARM over to to Lucky boy, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME POPCO-“

“Sh sh sh! The movie is starting!” You giggled, shushing the purple haired boy, while you heard a little chuckle from the white haired boy who was next to you.

. . .

The last problem was you. Your heart bubbled up in joy whenever you where around these boys, making your face erupt like a volcano whenever something slightly suggestive is aimed at you when it has to do with either one of them. You liked both of them, a lot, and you gave everything in order for the three of you to flourish in bountiful friendship. Yeah, that’s the problem, it was friendship.

Oh, how desperately you wished that everything could be easy! If life were like an infinite rolling of crashing waves, things would be flawless, predictable even. Unfortunately, life really likes to give you the short end of the stick, and this was honestly one of the shortest sticks someone like you would have never asked for. The loving of two men, both equally, and having an intense desire to treat them as lovers. What would they do as lovers? Where would they go as lovers? The questions and possibilities are endless…

The only time where you felt as if the friendship could’ve resembled anything somewhat romantic, was a summer evening trip to the beach.

The water was the perfect temperature, the ocean was as clear as glass, and the sand didn’t burn the soles of your feet. The boy’s were in their swimming trunks, having their own little fun. Nagito was afraid of getting to deep into the ocean, so you always stayed in the shallow end, trying to capture as many tiny fishes as you could with your bare hands.

Kokichi insisted that him and Nagito bury you in sand, leaving your head poking out of a sandy little cocoon. When the sun started to set, you got some supplies that you brought, and lit the fire that the group planned to create. Everyone gathered around it, cooking hot dogs on sticks, and crafting tasty s’mores that we fed each other.

One could say that that night might be the most casual and platonic friend trip ever, but something was off.

Everyone looked at each other differently that night. When looking into their eyes, it was oddly intimate. It was like all of the stars in the night sky reflected off their eyes conveyed so much...love.

That night, you felt so adored, so cherished and cultivated to the brim of your existence. You felt something, and maybe the other boy’s did too, but that feeling has changed your life.

Thanks to these stupid boys; These stupid boys that you’ve given so much to, you don’t think you could ever love any other.

One you’ve helped get out of a terrible degradation cycle, another you’ve helped to not lie to himself, and not as much to others.

And thanks to your down to earth humility, your heart has been stolen, and it was going to stay taken by those lovely, unique boys who have helped you out of so many ditches, and so many of life’s cracks and dents. God, how could you not fall?

Their lives were precious to you, but you had no idea how they would feel about an actual relationship, so you’ve always been terrified. Petrified and paralyzed to the bone to ever think of what may happen if you were the cause of the fracture of the friendship. You didn’t want to ruin something that has taken so long to build, yet can be torn all down due to a selfish desire.

But, maybe, just maybe, if they went to you first, confessed everything that was bottled up inside, dittoed on how you felt…

Then you might just be the luckiest person to live on this earth, there’s no doubt about that.

#danganronpa #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x y/n #nagito #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #nagito x y/n #nagito komaeda x reader #kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi x reader #kokichi x y/n #Kokichi Oma x reader #poly romance #nagito x kokichi #nagito x kokichi x y/n

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doctapuella · 3 years

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thoughts! on this goofy as picture! blame @electric--love because she brought it to my attention, and i love mocking music men!

(going left to right because they've made it so easy)

eric!!! he absolutely looks totally fine!!!! his hair is nice!!!! he's smiling and laughing like a dork!!!!! he's wearing short shorts!!!!!!! honestly, if anything, he's a disappointment because i have nothing bad to say about this. he's easily the most normally-dressed person in this image.

bon jovi man tico! i'm assuming this is the drummer bc of the glove, and because the other guy next to him that i don't know is holding a guitar/bass. so. the thing with drummers is, they can go wildly in one of two directions. (1) they can have the world's best smile [fred; steven adler; jimmy d'anda] OR (2) they can look like they want to make a lampshade out of your skin [bobby blotzer; mark scott]. three guesses which one tico is, and the first two guesses don't count.

bon jovi man 2 alec! i truly cannot decide whether i love his jacket, or if it's a monstrosity. possibly both? anyway, in this collection of people, he looks the most confused and out of place. why is he the only one with his instrument? it makes it look like he is the only musician, and the others are a group of drunk fans who grabbed him as he went by for a picture. "alec! hey oh my god it's alec! dude come on, let's get a picture! yeah no of course you have to go play soon, just real quick i promise!" also i have extreme concerns about the soul patch situation.

fred looks like he knew, back in whatever year, that this moment would come and that i, a mere infant or toddler at the time, would find nothing in life more joyful than making fun of him on the internet. and so, there he is, hiding behind everyone else. all we can see is his sunshine smile (see above on drummers) and really that's a huge win.

jon. here we go. even if i didn't know a single thing about jon bon jovi or his personality, i would look at the framing of this picture, at everyone's poses, at everyone's positioning, and i would assume this man is the one in charge of the situation and believes he is god's gift to the earth. look at his fucking outfit. the tight-ass pants, with a non-functional belt that draws attention to his crotch. the other exposed chests in this picture are what i will hesitantly refer to as "classy", in that the outfits make sense (open shirt or no shirt). this, though? what is this? is this a wrestling onesie? his arms are in the way but it's pretty clear this is like, open all the way almost to his navel. i ask you, mister bongiovi, why are you even bothering? I WILL TELL YOU WHY he bothers. same reason he bothered with the belt. the confusing nature of his outfit draws attention. oh, shirtless men? typical. BUT! a man in a flimsy excuse for a shirt? hmm? must figure it out. must stare. he may be off-putting to many but he isn't dumb.

tom. oh, tom, honey. if i had to sum up tom in one image, i might choose this one. himbo vibes off the charts. mouth hanging open, staring off in fully the wrong direction. he's got the more respectable chest-baring situation of an unbuttoned shirt, which is prob smart because it also has long sleeves and he must be sweltering. bless him he just looks confused.

richie is here, on the other side of tom, and it feels like he and jon are flanking tom in some sort of shakedown. "don't forget, tom, you're here because of us. fucking listen up." am i applying too many jersey stereotypes? maybe, but i've also spent enough time in NJ to feel okay with that. there's not much else to say here, because his outfit is relatively inoffensive; i'm more distressed by his shark grin.

david is trying. i love that he and jeff have the same look, and both are stuck together on one end. idk why, it's just a fun visual quirk. he's hidden behind richie and jeff, so it's hard to say, but i think it's fine. he's got that big tattoo going on, so the shirtless decision seems like a reasonable one.

saving our boy jeff for last! he looks so tiny and the absolutely giant glasses do not help that because they dwarf his face. (that said, i love it, A+ choice jephph.) also made the choice to go shirtless, and looking at him and his muscles i'd say he gets shirtless rights. but also, having said that, if you look at where his hands are, it kinda looks like he's doing the thing of positioning his hands to push out his biceps to look bigger. i mean, i've seen enough pictures of him at this point to know he does have the muscles, but in the context of this picture, where everyone (except maybe tico) looks around the same height, then boom there's travel-size jeff? it just screams "yeah okay i may be short but i can still fuck you up," esp because he's doing that like cocky weight-shift stance. dw you're doing great sweetie.

#cinderella #cinderella band #bon jovi #photo writing #i cannot believe that when i started this #i thought i wouldn't have a lot to say #like. objectively? it's just a bunch of men standing in line #but who would i be if i didn't over analyze every detail #all mockery is done out of love #mostly #i have another picture of the two bands that is much sillier so we'll see whether anything ends up being parallel between the two #i know much more about cinderella than bon jovi (which is prob obvious)#fun shit though!!!!#thank you for enabling me lynne!!!!!!!#you're the best <3 #long post #the cut was very necessary

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thevindicativevordan · 3 years

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Any thoughts on Grant Morrison's Action Comics run? Beyond T shirt-and-jeans Superman being great.

That whole run reinvigorated my love of the character.

There have been numerous thoughtpieces about New 52 Superman, how he worked and how he didn't but these two entries really do a great job of summing up why Morrison's take on Superman was great. Morrison laid the foundation for a new generational Superman that DC completely fucked up and ran into the ground. I'll always be bitter about that, even if I had tapped out of reading the New 52 Superman books by the end due to how bad they got. Editorial and their idiotic mandates were what screwed over the potential of this take in my eyes.

Now I get that it wasn't to everyone's taste, but I cannot fathom how anyone could ever claim that Pre-Flashpoint Superman was better. If you liked Byrne's reboot better, your guy already got rebooted after Infinite Crisis. For someone like me who really enjoyed the Johns/Busiek era, that era's potential got spoiled after Johns & Busiek left, with New Krypton imploding and the awful Grounded taking it's place. When you get to the point where the best Superman book is the one starring Lex Luthor, it's time to reassess the franchise and figure out where the hell it went wrong.

Which is exactly what Morrison did. For this new Superman, Morrison mined all the best ideas of every Superman era to really give what I consider the ideal "base" for Superman. They also took pains to address common criticisms about Superman, working to correct his pop culture image. People have been complaining that Superman is "too perfect", "too unrelatable" for a long time, so Morrison addressed that. They gave Superman his balls back, and let him reacquire that Golden Age edge he had originally.

There are a lot of complaints you can make about Morrison's Superman, but I don't see how you could accuse this guy of being "flawless" or "bland". He definitely had a personality that you could describe, love him or hate him. Compassionate, but not a pushover. Clearly holding himself back, but unafraid to occasionally let loose. Flaws that were patently obvious, Clark had a temper here that could get him into trouble. There was a real showcase of anger here, of Superman being furious at the way people were treated by the rich and powerful, then doing something about it that I ate up.

I read this run just as I was coming into my teens and it hit perfectly for where I was in life. Did not want a Superman who would smile and tell me it gets better, I wanted a Superman who looked you in the eye and told you he felt that same anger, and then encouraged you to go out and do something about how you felt. That was what this run delivered in spades, and it expanded what I believed could be done with Superman.

While it totally blew my mind to see Superman acting this way the first time I read Morrison's Action Comics run, in retrospect it really isn't that different from how Superman has acted even under Byrne. One of the few traits I've seen carry across Superman incarnations in the comics is that he has a temper underneath that affable nature. "Don't tug on Superman's cape" as the old song goes. This run simply elevated that to the forefront of the character again, for the better in my eyes given I believe "Wrath" is Superman's Deadly Sin.

In fact, one of the strongest features of this run is that Superman gets actual character development over the course of the run, analogous to what Batman underwent in Morrison's Bat-Epic. While the Bat-Epic was merely Morrison re-canonizing Batman's entire history, and applying a retroactive character development storyline that culminated in Morrison's current Batman work, their Action Comics run had them attempt to craft something similar for Superman from scratch. What that meant was Morrison attempting to draw on the most important traits of every Superman era and incorporate those into this new take. So Superman had the Golden Age temper, compassion for the oppressed, and cockiness. The Silver Age supergenuis, proud scion of Krypton who cherished his Kryptonian nature, member of the Legion of Superheroes, and participant in stories that weren't afraid to get weird. Superman's wrestling with his place in the world, the importance of Clark Kent, and making journalism a key part of the character strike me as all being hallmarks of the Bronze Age. From Post-Crisis we got that Clark views himself as human and loves his adopted parents, considering them as equal to his birth ones.

One of the big frustrations for me with the endless origin stories for Superman, is that so many of them follow a predictable and stale formula where Clark puts on the suit and is essentially ready to go. Doesn't interfere with human affairs, is modest and humble, restrained in usage of his powers, it's like Clark has meta knowledge of what he "should" be, despite that he shouldn't have any foreknowledge of what a "superhero" should look like. He operates the same way at the start as he does in the modern day, and that's really boring to me. This Superman, because of the difference in powers and attitude, operated extremely different from his "present day" incarnation. Dangling Glenmorgan over the edge of a building isn't something a fully powered and mature Superman should do, but it works great to make his early days different and exciting to read about, it makes returning to that era something you can do different storytelling with. This run is the only time where I really cared that Superman is "supposed" to be the first superhero, because figuring out what that means here is a big part of how he develops.

We all know the common complaint that Superman is "too powerful" and that "nothing can hurt him" (funny how Thor never gets hit with those accusations), so Morrison made sure to show that this take on Superman could be beaten even if he could never be defeated. Events conspired to force Clark to use his brains as well as his powers to overcome the challenges in front of him.

Examples include him using his heat vision to fry Lex's equipment and escape the military, using his rocket ship to defeat Brainiac, and rallying the population of Metropolis to banish Vyndktvx. Not to say that Clark never used his brains before to win, but this run was very upfront and in your face about how important Clark's intellect is to triumphing over his foes. Can't take seriously the complaint that Superman is too overpowered when Morrison constantly showcased how even a very powerful Superman could get his shit wrecked by his Rogues.

Another example of Morrison addressing criticisms is Kryptonite. A lot of people poke fun at how convenient it is that pieces of Superman's homeworld follow him all the way to Earth. Isn't that a bit of an asspull? So Morrison made Kryptonite the power source of Superman's rocket, giving it a perfectly natural and believable reason both for it to end up on Earth, and for Lex & the military to get a hold of it since Pa Kent gave the military the rocket. That's still my preferred explanation for how Kryptonite ended up on Earth.

It also provides a better explanation for all the different Kryptonite variants. DC can handwave away the different types as a result of Lex experimenting or the different "forces" on Earth such as magic or the Speed Force or whatever creating the different variants. That to me is much more believable than Kryptonite travelling all across the galaxy yet still ending up on Earth somehow.

There have also been a lot of complaints about Superman's villains, and Morrison diligently set about reworking them. By far one of my favorite aspects of the run, was the villain revamps. Nimrod felt like a clean revamp of Terra-Man, making him into Superman's Kraven the Hunter struck me as a patently obvious route to go, wild no one has followed up on that or used him since. Metallo felt like a good synthesis of Johns take of him as an Anti-Superman weapon, and the sympathetic aspects of Corben's origin that are always there, I liked that Morrison didn't make him a total bastard before his transformation like Johns did. Brainiac got some sympathy added to him in that the collected worlds that were already marked for damnation, thus he was "saving" them in a fashion. Clay Ramses embodied toxicity as a wife-beater even before becoming Kryptonite Man, and I thought his backstory was a great way for Clark to still deal with "real" issues via a manner he could punch. Ramses is still the best take on Kryptonite Man. Vyndktvx felt like the greatest realization of the threat Mr. Mxyzptlk could pose should he decide to get serious since Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow?, plus I'm a sucker for stories where superheroes fight the Devil. Drekken and Superdoom took the only interesting aspects of Doomsday (his ability to evolve and that he can kill Superman respectively), and were much more interesting characters.

And oh my God, speaking of Superdoom, that part of Morrison's Action run has aged like fine wine. I don't know if they caught wind of DC's plans for the character, or if they were just prescient, but everything that Superdoom is playing on is still sadly all too present. What Superdoom is as a character is a condemnation of what DC keeps doing with Superman: killing him off or making him evil.

When you realize what Superdoom (demand for a more violent and "realistic" Superman) and Vyn (WB/DC) stand in for, it makes the frustration Morrison is channeling much more palpable. Those two plotlines are all DC can think of to do with the character, returning to those again and again. Endlessly attempting to recapture the high of Batman and Doomsday beating the shit out of Supes in The Dark Knight Returns and Death of Superman. Overcoming these two obstacles is Superman's greatest challenge as conceived by Morrison, because both are out to corrupt and ruin the very idea of him. It's not just a physical death he faces, but a metaphysical one as well. Sadly it's a threat Superman just can't seem to lick in the real world, with more and more takes on "Evil Superman" coming.

Lois and Jimmy are great here, because Morrison actually made the investigative journalism aspect of Superman important. Lois is an active participant in the story, trying to break in to the base where Clark is being held by her father, competing with Clark for stories (I love how Morrison writes the banter between the two of them), and generally being classic Lois. Jimmy though benefitted from being positioned as a peer rather than as a kid in comparison to the two, something I wish the comics had carried forward. It looks like My Adventures With Superman is going with that interpretation at least, so I hope others do as well. Jimmy being Clark's roommate really adds to their bond, and I wish we had gotten more stories with that status quo.

Investigative reporter Clark Kent was so actively used here that it feels jarring reading other Superman runs where they tend to downplay and ignore it. Following Clark as he travels to different areas of Metropolis and actually interacts with people, instead of hovering above them as Superman, makes him feel human. Watching Clark actively pursue stories aimed at bettering peoples livelihoods, and seeing how those stories crossed with the superheroics, was one of my favorite aspects of the run. It's one unfortunately few other writers seem all that interested in, especially the New 52 writers who followed Morrison (I know editorial probably bears a lot of blame for that though).

Besides all that, this run was a lot of fun! The Legion of Superheroes showed up, their connection to Clark restored, and they got to play a big role in Clark's adventures! Krypto the Superdog! Martian colonies! Memorizing all of medicine, Superman performs a lifesaving operation! Lex using a "bullet train" to knock Clark out! 5-D imps! Rampaging robots from beyond! A Phantom Zone Halloween story! John Henry Irons suits up as Steel and kicks ass alongside Clark! Every Superman Rogue teams up to try to kill him, but Lex Luthor saves his life because that's a privilege he reserves for himself! Showcasing their trademark love for the Supermythos, Morrison took us on a tour of Superlore that demonstrated the depth and width of what could be done with Superman. Meanwhile the backups by Sholly Fisch excelled at giving us smaller, more human stories about Superman (the one where Clark meets Pa again via time travel "after" Pa has died always gives me a lump in my throat to read).

Ultimately this didn't get to be the foundation for the next generation of Superman stories as it deserved. Johns made New 52 Superman the scapegoat in Doomsday Clock for a lot of storytelling choices he did over in Justice League, something that pisses me off to no end. You want to tell me that this guy "didn't relate" to people, didn't inspire "hope"?

Like hell he didn't. This guy was Superman in every way that mattered and he deserved better than to be framed as the scapegoat for all the stupid decisions DC made about what to do with him. Greg Pak was able to do some great work with this version after Morrison, and just like how Gene Yang got a redemption work starring Superman, I hope to one day see Pak return to the character. Would love to read a Black Label Superman story by Pak that follows his take on young Superman.

All wasn't lost however. Against all odds, and Rebirth trying it's damndest to sweep everything under the rug, it looks like parts of this era have actually survived to the current Infinite Frontier era. With Morrison being heavily involved no less, both as an ideas guy and as an actual writer.

Superman & the Authority is explicitly Superman coming full circle back to the attitude displayed by his young counterpart under Morrison. Janin has outright said that the costume Clark wears here is reminiscent of the t-shirt and jeans era of Superman, and this book so far feels saturated with an energy level from Morrison I haven't seen in their work for hire since they left Action. Reaching old age and realizing he never really delivered on the high ideals of his beginnings, it's Superman putting together a team to hopefully succeed where he couldn't alone. Scathing in how it criticizes the superhero status quo, this has been extremely entertaining to read. Wish Morrison was writing 12 issues with this team, and that ultimately it will be up to PKJ to deliver on the potential is a drawback (although I've loved PKJ's Action run so far), but I'm glad to see DC finally treating Morrison and their ideas with more respect than was shown during Rebirth.

Jon meanwhile feels like an even more explicit attempt at redoing New 52 Superman. There's the updated new suit, designed to appeal to a new generation with it's streamlined look. Positioning Jon as a Superman who wants to tackle the "real" issues, with Taylor explicitly comparing him to Golden Age Superman which as I mentioned was an era Morrison tried to reincorporate into their reboot. There's the Legion of Superheroes connection which played an important role in Morrison's reboot. The rumors about Jon's sexuality are interesting, hinting that DC is willing to go outside the box with him in a way they never would with Clark. I'm excited to see what kind of Superman Jon ends up becoming, if he can deliver on the promise of the New 52 Superman all the better.

This run deserves to be remembered and to have the lessons it tried to teach respected. Probably my favorite mainline run on Superman, I hope more people come around to liking it as time goes on.

#superman #grant morrison #action comics #new 52

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So you can, nice.

I been wandering if you could write something about a painful love triangle between iromatsu and a new neighbor they have met and become Friends with.

She is like the epic older sister type, but with some depression and emptiness. Best if her name was Irusu. She likes to pet the sextuplets.

ichimatsu happen to fall for her thinking she is similar to him and karamatsu falling for her strong personality thinking it was beautiful.

however when karamatsu realized that ichi love her too and saw how close they are. he had a emotional battle with himself not knowing if he should choose his happiness or his brother's, in the end he chose what he thought is the best for them all and immediately give up on her and start avoiding her not knowing that the girl actually have a crush on him (lot of details, ik)

eventually the girl got hurt from Karamatsu action and blamed her foolish messed up self.

Ichimatsu who know the girl's feelings get into a fight with karamatsu and they got injured both physically and emotionally.

I don't know about the ending tho, you can write whatever you want I'm only here to give pain to my heart.

It's a bit long so take your time and don't overdo it pls, love ya💙

ahahaha sorry, was the request "yo girl how much emotional Iromatsu shit can you fit into less than 3000 words?"

... the answer is literally all of it

this was fun, Iromatsu fighting hurts my heart but also I love it, that angst is delicious :D

I made the ending vague in order both to let people imagine their own ending AND to set up for a possible sequel if anybody wants one!

love ya too, I hope this is good for you *fingerguns*

For the first time in a long time, Akatsuka Ward has a new resident.

For the first time in an even longer time, she’s been hanging around the Matsuno sextuplets as if they’re her only friends.

As far as anyone else knows, that might be the truth. No one ever sees her with anyone else aside from the times she happens to work, and the brothers all seem incredibly fond of her, so there’s really no reason to find anyone else when she has six new friends.

Irusu is maybe a strange kind of young lady, but no stranger than the rest of Akatsuka’s inhabitants, to be fair. Around the sextuplets, she doesn’t really rest in making sure they’re all taken care of and happy.

She accompanies Osomatsu to the pachinko parlor, often putting her own money into the machines so he can play. She sits next to Karamatsu on the roof, listening to him play guitar and singing along. She collects magazine articles about idols and proudly sets them into Choromatsu’s hands when she comes over. She brings over food for Ichimatsu’s cats, giving little kissy noises as she feeds them. She always offers to play baseball with Jyushimatsu, even though it always leads to exhaustion later. She displays an incredible willingness to star in selfies with Totty and makes him laugh with silly poses.

And if she’s not doing any of those things, she’s got one of their heads in her lap, stroking through their hair. More than one fight has broken out over who gets to be petted the most on any given day.

All in all, they love having her around. It’s been so long since any of them had a real friend outside the family who treated them so kindly.

Is it really any wonder at least one of them ended up falling head over heels for her?

… Actually, is it really any wonder two of them did?

Neither of them is sure who fell first, though they’re not sure it really matters since they can’t really call ‘dibs’ on a person. All they know is that Ichimatsu is drawn to the similarities between himself and Irusu, sensing a kind of heavy-weighing sadness and darkness inside her that’s not unlike his own… and that Karamatsu is pulled in by her strength and kindness, in awe of someone who can be so brave even when she’s suffering herself.

For the month or so after Karamatsu became aware of his little brother’s feelings, he’s been wrestling with his own heart. What kind of horrible older brother would he be if he stole the affections of someone Ichimatsu’s heart is also pining after? Can he even set aside his own selfish emotions when he’s never quite felt like this for someone before?

The whole thing is just awful. Often as brothers they would playfully fight over Totoko, and yet this is… different. This isn’t Totoko. It’s Irusu. It’s someone that one of them might actually have a shot with.

What is he supposed to do? For once in his life, he wants to step up and have a chance, to not immediately give in to his generosity and wanting his little brother to be happy. He wants to be happy. It’s a shame that he does want Ichimatsu to be happy, too. At the very least, he doesn’t want his happiness to have a hand in Ichimatsu’s pain.

He thinks too long and too hard. Every cheesy romantic line that he aims at Irusu and every time she smiles at him ― it’s getting more difficult to take. Every time she caresses his head. Every hug they share.

Every time he notices Ichimatsu tense up whenever Karamatsu flirts with Irusu. Every time Ichimatsu clenches his fists when she’s charmed by something Karamatsu does or says. Every time he looks angry and insecure when she calls him ‘Irusu boy’ and proclaims herself ‘Karamatsu girl’, even if it’s probably just a joke.

Those are the things he thinks he notices more than any of Irusu’s reactions.

He wants so much to be selfish, to not care how his brother feels. The unfortunate truth is that he does. More than anything, he loves all of his brothers, Ichimatsu included. If something he does is going to hurt one of them, then he doesn’t want to do it.

So last night, he did something that he didn’t truly want to do. As Irusu was leaving, he kissed her hand and told her, in a rather solemn tone devoid of his usual theatrics, “Ichimatsu would probably like it if you asked him out.”

With that, he felt like things were in place. He would keep his distance from her, Ichimatsu would get a chance to be happy with her, and… Karamatsu was sure he would find someone else eventually. The biggest problem was that in order for it not to be so painful for him, he would have to try to avoid Irusu as much as possible.

No more hugs. No more being petted. No more pretty smiles in his direction.

It’s only been a few days of it by this point. However, it’s not easy. Even though he thinks this is the best thing, that he’ll stop craving her attention at some point, right now he still wants it. Losing the closeness they’ve all become used to is one of the worst things he can think of, and it’s happening, and he’s so sure it’s the right thing…

It just sucks that the right thing can hurt so badly.

At least his little brother will have a shot at happiness.

Ichimatsu, on the other hand, is pissed.

He’s sure he must have been this angry at some other point in his life, although he can’t really remember this kind of fury burning him up from the inside. It’s probably been a while since he felt anything other than a boiling of annoyance.

He has a hard time with Karamatsu, that much is for sure, but he knows Karamatsu well enough. The man is a goody-goody, or at least he pretends to be, so he’d never do something like, say, step on Ichimatsu’s toes over a girl they both like. That much is certain.

Except the issue with backing off is that in the process, he’s managed to lodge a big, painful arrow in Irusu’s feelings. That is something Ichimatsu can’t just ignore or let slide.

Why would he do this, anyway? If he was going to let Ichimatsu have a chance with her, fine… how come he had to just start brushing her off, though? What, does he think he can’t even be friends with her in order to let Ichimatsu shoot his shot? The hell is wrong with that dumbass?

This is where his dangerous nature comes in handy, at the very least. He can’t act too scary around Irusu or he risks her being afraid of him. Karamatsu is another story.

Which is good, because he thinks his big, stupid brother needs a scare to make him realize what the hell he’s doing.

Not only is he taking away Ichimatsu’s chance of winning Irusu’s affection fairly, instead of being the ‘runner-up’ like he’s been his whole life, Karamatsu is also hurting her. She��s talked about this to Ichimatsu, and she thinks that this is somehow her fault.

She thinks she’s too messed up and Karamatsu has just lost interest in her, that she did something which turned him off. The way she buried her face in Ichimatsu’s shoulder, mumbling tearfully that she should have known Karamatsu couldn’t possibly like her the way she liked him, is a memory he thinks is going to be burned in his mind forever.

He’s mad at Karamatsu more than he’s ever been in his life. He thinks he’s doing a nice thing stepping aside and trying to give Ichimatsu a chance, but if it hurts Irusu, he doesn’t want that chance. It matters what she wants more than anything, so if she likes and wants Karamatsu, if it’s putting her in pain to have him treat her dismissively, then Ichimatsu isn’t going to just stand by. He’s gonna do something about it.

Of course, perhaps he could have been a little more composed about it than to simply walk up to Karamatsu and punch him in the face. That said, nobody ever accused Ichimatsu of being subtle.

The hit was hard enough to leave his hand aching, so as soon as it connects, he pulls his fist back and rubs at his knuckles. It hurts, yeah. There’s more important stuff than that right now, though. He stares down at his brother, who’s on the floor trying to recover, and for a long moment, doesn’t do anything except glare.

Karamatsu, meanwhile, is pinching his nose shut in an attempt to stop the bleeding from being punched in the Goddamn face without any warning. To say he wasn’t expecting the blow would be an understatement. Even when he gingerly draws his hand away with a wince, everything still throbs. “Ichimatsu, what the hell was that for?!”

“You’re an ass,” Ichimatsu hisses, taking a step closer. “You think I need your fucking pity, huh? You think the only way Irusu would choose to go out with me is because you gracefully bowed out? You’re full of shit!”

Karamatsu is on his feet in a few seconds, only to just barely catch another fist thrown at him. His arm shakes with the muscle strain of holding back his little brother’s ire. “What are you… are you angry at me for taking myself out of the running?! Any other time, you’d be eliminating the competition yourself!”

Ichimatsu throws a punch with his other hand, though it’s caught just the same. There’s too much rage and adrenaline flooding through him, and Karamatsu can’t hold him back forever. “You think you’re doing me some kind of favor?! That’s just so like you! You’ve gotta be the hero right? You stupid, chūnibyō loser! You’re the saintly big brother and I’m the pathetic jackass and you’ve just gotta help me!”

“Wha… h-hey! That’s not what I think or what I’m trying to do!” It’s starting to become difficult to keep a grip on Ichimatsu’s hands, so in a desperate bid for some space, he shoves Ichimatsu back… maybe with a little more force than he may have used otherwise. “I care about you, Ichimatsu! You deserve to have a chance, and I know she likes you, and I just thought… if I allowed her to focus on you, I wouldn’t distract her!”

Ichimatsu ends up flat on his ass, although he’s back up in only a second. “You didn’t distract her, you motherfucker! You hurt her feelings! Who cares if she likes me?! She likes you! But as usual, you had to go and fuck everything up for everybody because you were trying to ‘help’!”

This time when he lunges forward, Karamatsu is ready and they end up grappling like two bucks locking antlers. Nobody really has the upper hand unless one counts that Ichimatsu is putting a little more physical force into it; the emotional toll it’s taking on Karamatsu is obvious, though.

“She never told me anything about that!” His arms quiver as he tries to plant his feet so that Ichimatsu can’t just brute force his way through this fight.

“Should she have had to?! You said she likes me, but she’s never said that, so you could obviously read her to know she likes me! You couldn’t tell she likes you, too?! And so what?!” Ichimatsu rocks forward in an attempt to knock Karamatsu off balance. “Even if she didn’t like you that way, you think blowing her off like you’ve been doing wouldn’t hurt a friend?!”

He winds back and goes in for another punch. “You’re not a good person! You know what you are? You know what I see when I look at you, what everyone else sees when they look at you? A stupid, painful, selfish, sorry excuse for a big brother!”

Something about those words makes Karamatsu freeze. The hit lands full-force, kickstarting the bloody nose that had just stopped a moment ago. Sparks dance around his insides, prompting him to gain back awareness enough to reciprocate the blow.

Before either of them know it, they’re rolling around on the floor, kicking and hitting each other and shouting the worst things they can think of.

“Excruciating bastard!”

“Antisocial asshole!”

“Self-centered, holier-than-thou shitbag!”

“Emotionally constipated, ungrateful bitch!”

“You don’t deserve to be anyone’s older brother! You don’t deserve to be anyone’s brother, period! You deserve to be alone, because nobody should ever have to deal with you and your fucking tryhard bullshit!”

“Oh, and you’re so easy to deal with?! All any of us do is give and give and you don’t give us anything in return! Being an apathetic misanthrope doesn’t make you interesting or special, it just makes you an edgelord!”

“Edgelord, huh? Must run in the family, because you’re even edgier than I am!”

“Maybe, but at least I don’t shut everyone out and act like my brothers don’t love me!”

“Oh, you’re psychoanalyzing me now?! Fuck off! Actually, just die!”

“Is that what you say to everything?! You die first and I might consider it!”

“Great! I’m glad to die! I’ve got a noose and a beam all picked out! As long as I get to choose how you die, I’m ready when you are, asshole!”

“Please! As if I’m going to let you do something like that! What the hell is wrong with you, Ichimatsu?!”

It seems to be the turn in that direction that causes the two of them to start to lose steam. The decline is quick as all the anger between both men crystallizes into fatigue and anguish.

Karamatsu rolls over from where he ended up above Ichimatsu, and Ichimatsu lets his whole body go limp. They lie there for what feels like forever, breathing heavily, covered in new bruises and scratches and flecks of blood, too tired to fire any more shots at one another.

They lie side by side, and when Karamatsu looks over, he sees through his own blurry vision that there are tears in the corners of Ichimatsu’s eyes.

His heart leaps into his throat.

He doesn’t know how else this could have turned out, but it’s undeniable that things have gone way too far, as they always do with any of the sextuplets.

“Ichimatsu…” He reaches for his little brother, only for Ichimatsu to pull violently away and curl into a ball. It hurts, mainly because he knows that’s what Ichimatsu does when he wants the entire world to leave him be. This time, it’s Karamatsu’s fault.

“Fuck off, Shittymatsu,” Ichimatsu mumbles. It’s through experience that Karamatsu can tell he’s starting to cry; that break in his voice might not be evident to anyone except his brothers. “Whatever you’re going to say, I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care.”

Karamatsu huffs. “Well, you should care. We can’t do this shit, Ichimatsu. What’s wrong with us? It’s not normal for brothers to fight like this. We just beat each other up. Over a woman. … A stunning woman, but―”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Ichimatsu interrupts. “Are there rocks in your Goddamn head? Do you really think this is just about Irusu? Don’t pretend this wouldn’t have happened at some point even if she never came into our lives. We’re fucking losers who don’t know how to get along and she’s just the latest thing we’re fighting about. We’re both shitheads. Neither of us deserves her.”

Well, at least they can agree on that.

Despite the fact that Ichimatsu doesn’t turn to look at him, not even a little, Karamatsu keeps a hand on his little brother’s back. That Ichimatsu doesn’t push him away or scream for Karamatsu to get off is a good sign.

Although, there aren’t enough good signs to just magically fix this. There’s still so much wrong with the entire situation and nothing is going to tie it up with a neat bow.

They lie next to each other in silence for a long time. Gradually, the tension starts to drain out of Ichimatsu’s body, the more seconds tick by without Karamatsu moving away. His muscles continue to relax until he’s bled out of fury, until he realizes that he doesn’t wantto be mad at his big brother.

The anger isn’t just going to vanish from either of them. It’s not going to disappear because they don’t want to be angry at each other. Their exhaustion bringing true feelings out of the shadows, however, is better than making believe they would prefer staying angry.

“I’m sorry,” Karamatsu finally says. His voice is smaller than usual and breathy and sounds cracked in half by the time he speaks up.

At last, Ichimatsu rolls over onto his back with a grunt. “… I’m sorry, too.”

Karamatsu sighs and shifts his hand away to give his younger brother space. “We really are a couple of pathetic creatures, aren’t we?”

“Yep, we’re shitty.”

“The shittiest.”

They both fall silent for another moment or two. This time, it’s Ichimatsu who breaks the quiet. “What… do we do now?”

There are too many thoughts swirling around Karamatsu’s head. And he would assume in Ichimatsu’s head as well. Everything is tumulting around in an unorganized mess, too much to put together any kind of real plan.

What do they do about what,anyway? About Irusu and who gets to have a chance with her? About their own broken relationship?

Neither of them really knows what to do about anything.

“I think,” Karamatsu hums, “we should patch up our wounds before anything else.”

So Ichimatsu nods.

It’s not going to solve any of their real problems, but it’s as good a place to start as any.

#Osomatsu san #whump #Iromatsu #Karamatsu #Ichimatsu #OC #emotional whump #violence #love triangle #angst #MMMMMMMMMMM Y'ALL TASTE THAT??#FRESH ANGST RIGHT OFF THE ANGST VINE #THESE TWO HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS WITH EACH OTHER #MAYBE THEY NEEDED TO SCREAM AND BEAT EACH OTHER UP #at least it's over! ... for now anyway XD

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tinythiefalex · 3 years

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Playdate

My first posted g/t story! This follows Human Patton and his Borrower son Virgil having a play date with Human Janus’ twin sons Roman and Remus (who are also human)

@arc852

(For context: in this universe borrowers are known and seen as equals)

Words: about 1350

Tw: none I think. Let me know if you find any.

Anyway, on with the story!

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Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no-

Virgils thoughts raced as Patton continued to explain his and his friend Janus’ conversation from earlier that day.

Virgil got the gist of it; Janus wanted to bring over his twin sons, Roman and Remus, for a play date with Virgil. Nothing out of the ordinary, but there was one problem.

Virgil was a borrower.

It wasn’t uncommon to hear about Borrowers and humans living together as roommates, but a human like Patton adopting a borrower child? Completely unheard of. There were just too many problems to name, but Patton was determined to overcome any obstacle for his little son, even if current obstacle was something as simple as a play date.

Don’t get them wrong, the twins weren’t bad kids, but both Virgil and Patton had seen the way they play with other humans.

Loud. Rough. Hard-hitting games of tag and wrestling each other to the ground.

Sure, when playing with other humans this was alright, but Virgil was just too small for that. Too easily hurt.

Patton had tried to explain this to Janus, but he didn’t seem worried, so, eventually, Patton said yes.

“And you said yes?!” Virgil exclaimed, worried.

“Janus said it would be ok, kiddo. And I trust him. Let’s try it out, just this once?”

“B-but…” Virgil trailed off. His head filled with images of how wrong this could go, no matter what Janus claimed about his boys.

“Kiddo…” Patton persisted,”I’m just as worried as you are, believe me, but the twins have been wanting to meet you for so long. We can’t deny them a chance just because of what they are.”

Virgil was quiet for a moment, thinking.

“O...okay. I’ll give them a chance”

A grin spread across Pattons face.

“Wonderful! I’ll call Janus and let him know.”

*time skip cuz I can’t write transitions*

Patton and Virgil were passing the time watching tv when a knock came from the door.

“That must be them!” Patton got up and heading towards the door, leaving Virgil to stew in his worries on the coffee table.

Barely a minute later, Patton and Janus walked into the living room, followed closely by the twins. Both Roman and Remus were carrying huge (to Virgil) duffle bags, presumably filled with toys.

As soon as they spotted Virgil, the 2 kids rushed over and knelt down to greet him.

“Hello Virgil! Nice to meet you!” Roman said with a huge smile.

Virgil stumbled back a few steps when they approached, startled.

Patton, who was sitting on the couch next to Janus, gently placed his hand on the table next to Virgil, trying to reassure him.

“It’s ok Virge, say hi.”

“H..Hi….” the borrower said nervously.

Remus leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do you wanna play?” He asked, careful to keep his volume down for the benefit of tiny ears.

“S-sure. Play what?”

Roman but in, “we could play a board game, or draw, or...uh…whatever you want!”

“Oh umm…” Virgil thought for a moment, trying to come up with a game that hopefully won’t be too much.

“How about….pretend?” Virgil responded, pleasantly surprised they were asking him what to do.

The twins smiled.

“Ooooo yeah! We could...we could play fairytales!” Roman said excitedly. “I could be the knight!” He puffed out his chest.

“And I could be the monster! Grrrr.” Remus growled.

Virgil chuckled, feeling slightly more comfortable around the bigger kids.

“And you could be the Prince, Virgil!” Roman said, suddenly reaching his hand towards the borrower.

Both Patton and Virgil flinched at this, Virgil quickly hiding behind Patton’s hand, his fears returning.

The twins softened at this, disheartened.

“Oh no… I didn’t mean to. It’s ok, Virgil” Roman said gently. Virgil took another look at his hand. It hand had stopped a couple of inches away from where Virgil had been sitting, palm facing up in a clear offering.

“It’s ok.” Roman repeated. “I won’t grab you, I promise. C’mon, don’t you want to start the game?”

Virgil gave Patton a brief glance, before hesitantly stepping towards the hand, climbing on.

Roman smiled softly.

“There you go.” He carefully lifted his hand and carried Virgil to the tv stand, setting him down.

Remus stood up.

Ok! Let’s get started!” He exclaimed, dumping out his and Romans bags. They were filled with costumes, dolls, and more toys than Virgil could name. Roman searched through the pile and found a foam sword, holding it at the ready. Remus found a dragon hood and put it on, growling again, before stopping.

“Wait hold on!” He said, searching through the pile again. He pulled out a little king doll, taking the crown off, and handing it to Virgil, “Here you go Virge!”

Virgil placed the crown on his head. The doll was a fair bit bigger than he was, so he had to hold it up to keep it from falling. Remus gave him a huge, toothy grin, and Virgil gave a more hesitant one back.

Finally ready, the twins leapt into action, hitting each other with their toy weapons.

It should have been frightening, but the twins were surprisingly quiet, doing their best to not startle Virgil with their playing.

Roman landed a final hit on Remus, and the darker twin let out a dramatic “Oh No! I’ve been bested!” falling to the ground in “defeat”.

Roman laughed victoriously, striking a hero pose before going over to Virgil. He hovered his hand near him in a silent question. After a moment, Virgil nodded and Roman scooped him up, exclaiming, “Yes! I have rescued you fair prince! Now we will live happily ever after!” Patton and Janus softly cheered. Remus got up.

“Let’s do that again! But this time, I get to win!” He said.

“No, the monster can’t win! How will we get a happy ending then? How will I save Virgil?”

“It’ll be more interesting, and Virgil will just be stuck with the dragon forever!”

“I’ll come back and beat you then!”

“You can’t just ‘come back’ that’s cheating!”

The twins argued back and forth as Virgil thought.

They kept arguing until they heard a quiet, “Well….”

They turned to Virgil, the borrower having gotten their attention. Virgil nervously continued.

“How about… well… um… I was wondering….could I maybe...be the knight?”

The twins were quiet for a moment, before their eyes lit up wide.

“Of course you can!” “Oh yes! That would be fun!” Roman and Remus answered, Roman quickly but carefully setting Virgil on the ground before going through their pile again.

“It should be right….aha!” He exclaimed, pulling out a tiny, plastic sword from another doll. He handed it to Virgil.

“There! Every knight must have a great weapon!”

Virgil laughed, turning to point the sword at Remus.

“Have at thee beast! I will save Prince Roman!” he shouted. Remus got right into character.

“Not if I have anything to say about it. ROAR!” He pretended to blast fire at Virgil, who quickly dove out of the way of the imaginary attack.

“Not so quick beast!” He ran towards Remus’ knee, hitting it with the sword.

“Ah no!” Remus cried. He pinched the back of Virgil's jacket, lifting him up and placing him about a foot away again.

Patton flinched when this happened, about to say something when Janus placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head and gesturing to Virgil, who was still laughing and dodging pretend fireballs.

Patton sighed, sitting back, still worried.

Eventually, Virgil landed one last hit on Remus’ hand, causing him to shout in imaginary pain.

“Nooo! I can’t believe you defeated me! There’s no way! The prince is yours!” He said, sinking down before playing dead.

A big smile spread across Virgil's face as he turned to Roman, who cheered.

“You saved me, great knight! Three Cheers for Sir Vee the Brave!”

Janus clapped his hands and cheered along with the boys, and Patton grinned as they quickly set up the game again.

Maybe this playdate wouldn’t be so bad after all.

And there you have it! This is my very first writing so please let me know if there’s anything I could’ve done better. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you and I hoped you enjoyed reading!

#writing #sanders sides g/t #sanders sides

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