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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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Don't nah to me.

NESTOR OCETEVA. ┃ MAYANS MC.

❝ request by @yourwonkywriter: Hi, Aurora, beautiful piece of art, my friend, my love, marry me and god bless your parents. Could I please request number 6 of the Random prompts list with Nestor (if that one isn’t taken, yet? Thank you💖✨

❝ request by @the-radical-venus: Hey!! I love the new prompts it was so hard to decide on one I'm so excited! Idk how I'm going to be able to wait until January, Ive been waiting everyday for each of your November prompts to come out so I've kinda sold you my soul at this point haha “Wanna like— I mean, if you're not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don't have a lot of time?” For nestor oceteva? Preferably him saying that line?

❝ prompts: “Nah”. “Don’t ‘nah’ to me”. / “Wanna like— I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don’t have a lot of time?”

❝ words: about 800.

Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.

Stretching your arms over your head and uttering a soft pleased grunt when you feel your back gnashing, you continue your path to the kitchen. It's almost lunchtime, but you came last night too late from San Diego and you need a coffee urgently. It has been the first time in two months that you've been able to sleep for more than six hours, after finishing the period of exams at college. And it feels so good to sleep in your bed. Almost colliding with your big brother, as he steps out from the kitchen, he leaves a rushed kiss on your forehead before disappearing through the living room straight to his office. It's good to be back at home.

“Buenos días”. You yawn covering your mouth with a hand, once Nestor turns around.

“Buenos días”. He replies, noticing the fleeting shine in his dark eyes.

Puckering your lips squinting towards him, you grab a mug from the cupboard about to giggle somewhat ashamed. There's something in his smile that could kill you in a sight, making you feel a little nervous.

“Good sleep?”

“Yeah”. Nodding your chin, you pour some coffee to your delight, not waiting to take a sip from your cup.

You can't help but keep your eyes on his at all times, intrigued, figuring out what's going on inside his mind. Licking your top lip, you shake your head expecting some more words from him. Maybe, something about his thoughts right now. But Nestor is just staring at you, silent, like a freak.

“It's creepy what you're doing”. You whisper wrinkling your nose.

The head of security chuckles, resting his waist against the counter as he keeps his hands inside the pockets of his dark pants, slightly showing a pair of colored suspenders over the black shirt perfectly ironing. Nestor rubs the back of his head for a moment, before hiding his hand again. You know what it means. You know him ever since and, even if sometimes he's very quiet, you've learned to read his gestures throughout the years. He's nervous. His fingers are shaking. His palms are sweating. All from a second ago, when you've walked in.

“Wanna like— I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don’t have a lot of time?”

For you, it's so cute the way he has to clean his throat pretending everything is going normal, that you feel your cheeks and the tip of your ears burning. Kissing your teeth, you look at the way Miguel has taken a minute before, considering if it'd be correct to date his best friend, the only man he trusts in. Nestor has liked you ever since, but you aren't sure if you should hear your heart or the last brain cell alive in your head.

“Like a date?” You raise an eyebrow interested in his reply, and because of that, you can see how he gulps a little jumpy.

“A da— date? Nah… Nah, nah, nah”. He's lying.

Standing up and taking the last sip from his mug, he leaves it inside the sink about to abort the mission and run away. The expression on him lets you know he has fucked up at the moment you haven't said yes, simply.

“Don't nah to me, Nestor”. You laugh inevitable at the grimace of horror, not finding any escape route when your brother appears again accompanied by Álvarez.

“You okay? Looks like you've seen a ghost, brother”. The older makes fun of him, watching how he loosens the neck of his shirt by undoing a button.

“Yeah, everything go— good”.

“What's your plan for today?” Your brother questions whilst grabbing a small bottle of water from the fridge, sounding very interested.

“I'm goin' on a date with Nestor”.

Oh, the pettiness. Silence filling the kitchen. Your brother lands his eyes on his best friend; confused, perplexed. Miguel must be thinking it's one of your jokes or something like that until he notices the sweat on Nestor's forehead. Marcus laughs breaks the tension installed around you, shaking his head as if it was the funniest thing he has heard in his life. The counselor has to abandon the place, almost choking on his own saliva, flooding the house with his laughter.

Miguel just sips water, moving his head from you to Nestor, like when he watches a tennis game.

“Qué desagradable”. He babbles, imagining stuff he doesn't have to imagine. “New nightmares unblocked… I don't want to know… a thing about it”.

Waving his free hand, your brother disappears again not adding another word to his sentence. Nestor is close to a heart attack, trying to say something in his defense. But he has collapsed.

“I'm free for lunch”.

“Uh?” He utters placing his attention back on you.

“Lunch. I'm free”. You repeat, conscious he hasn't heard you.

“Ok— okay. I, uh… I'll wait for you to… get ready”.

If you’ve liked it, lemme know in a comment, I’d really appreciate it. Reblogs are welcome too, so more people can enjoy it! ✨

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lilacandladybugs · 2 years

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lilac sometimes (and by sometimes i mean just now) you like some of the most bizarre posts of mine and every time i’m like oh god where are you looking right now anyways i know you meant that post abt unban/unblock requests as a joke but someone genuinely once dm’d me begging me to not block them bc they found out that i found out they were following me and they were being absolutely shitty to my mutuals (idk if you saw that debacle but i just think it’s a little funny in hindsight)

That is hilarious i too would send u a formal dont ban request please just let me hate on ur friends with no consequences uwu

I want to know what's going on with you guys so i was reading ur mm.txt tag xD it wasnt super helpful though I don't think that you tag ur random thought posts but yeah that's probably why

#hello friend #moo moo meadows

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demoisverysexy · 3 years

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An Open Letter to the Person who Blocked Me for Being Mormon

For context:

If you’re reading this, I hope it finds you well.

This letter is mostly for me, so I can get my feelings out. I’ve already talked about this with a few of my friends, and I’m feeling better than I was than when you blocked me. I’m still upset. Mostly because of general trends I see on tumblr of hatred for Mormons. A lot of it comes from ignorance and misunderstanding. Some of it comes from a place of genuine hurt that can’t go unaddressed. I don’t want to be dismissive of those who have faced trauma at the hands of my church. I am one of those people, and I know how deeply pain associated with my church can be. After our interaction, I felt that talking about it would help me process this.

Before I go on, I must be clear that this is not an attempt to get you to unblock me. As nice as it would be to be able to see your blog again – you’re very witty, and I enjoy your content! – I can live without it. This is more a response to the trend on tumblr specifically of hatred against Mormons, and assuming that they’re all bad people who are complicit in every single bad thing that the church does. You just happened to force me to be a little introspective about my church and my relation to it. Thank you for that.

First, however, I would like to clear up some misconceptions:

Your initial joke that prompted me to tell you I was a Mormon was a joke about Mormons and polygamy. The largest two organizations that can be classified as “Mormon,” The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and the Community of Christ (which incidentally allows for gay marriage and has female clergy, though I am of the LDS sect), both disavow polygamy. There are other, smaller offshoot Mormon groups who do still practice this, which is where horror stories of polygamists marrying teenagers arise. These people are also Mormons, though I wish they weren’t, in the same way that problematic Christian groups are Christian, though many Christians wish they weren’t.

I do recognize that mainstream Mormonism has been labeled as a cult by many people, though the reasons people provide generally don’t hold up. Often the proof that people provide of my church’s cult-like nature is to take note of corruption that can be found in almost every church. These issues – such as racism, homophobia, and misogyny, to name a few – while real and important to address do not a cult make. Sometimes the proof is to point towards practices that are demonized in my church, but are practiced in other religions with no comment, or even celebration. Other times people will point to their own experiences with toxic church congregations, and while those issues are very real, they are by no means universal. My experience growing up Mormon was a lucky one in many ways. I personally don’t think that most people who study my church from an academic vantage point would call it a cult. I would consult them on this matter. After all, someone in a cult is rather hard-pressed to be able to tell whether they are in one or not.

Another point often levied against Mormonism is how it leaves its queer members with religious trauma due to its homophobic teachings. I understand this well. I have experienced deep religious trauma associated with my political stances in favor of LGBTQ+ rights (though that wasn’t the whole story). I won’t go into detail about this right now, but suffice it to say, I had a very traumatic time on my mission that led me to a very dark place, and ended with me contemplating choices I would never be able to take back. I’m fine now of course, but I carry those memories with me.

So why would I stay despite all this? Is it because I’m brainwashed? You would have to ask a psychologist about that, but I would say probably not. I knew, and know now, that the ways I was being treated were unfair and wrong. I don’t have time to go point by point to address every grievance I or anyone else has with my church and explain my position on it, as much as I would like to clear the air once and for all on this topic so there is no misunderstanding. Here’s the reasoning that has kept me here so far:

I think that every person of faith must, at some point, deal with the problematic aspects of their church’s history and doctrine. This comes with the territory. Whether it be disturbing stories in scripture, imperialist tendencies, doctrines that chafe against us, or problematic leaders, no person of faith is exempt from wrestling with the history that accompanies their faith. I have studied my church’s history in depth. Many of the horror stories I heard were provably false. Many were true. Where does that leave me?

I believe that God is bigger and better than us. We make terrible, awful mistakes all the time. But I don’t think that makes God less willing to work with us. If anything, I think it means he wants to help us more. He wants to help us move past our histories and become better. My church has a long way to go in this regard. For too long we have been silent when it mattered, and people have been wounded by our silence. Or even the words we have said out loud! If you look at my Mormonism tag on my blog, you will see some examples of what I am talking about. I have been wounded by the things my church has said and not said. It hurts awfully, and I ache for those who have been wounded more deeply than I.

But at the same time, I cannot deny the healing my faith has brought me. Whatever problems my church has – and it has many, deep and pressing issues – it is because of my faith that I am the person I am today. I can draw a straight line from my religion to the positions I hold today. Because I am a Mormon, I became a Marxist. Because I am a Mormon, I became nonbinary. Because I am a Mormon, I became a leftist. I cannot ignore that my religion, flawed as it may be, has led me to where I stand now. I am at the intersection of the hurt and healing the church offers. It is a difficult line to walk. But I hope that in walking it, I can bring healing and love to those who hurt in the ways I do. To let them know that they are not alone, and that they have a friend who can help them wherever they choose to go.

Yes I am queer. Yes I am a Mormon. I am here because I am trying to fix things. If at some point in the future I realize that I cannot change things, perhaps I will leave. I hope it does not come to that. And things are changing. They have changed before, and they can change now. I am confident that my God is willing to lead my church where it needs to go. I hope I can help speed things along. We shall see.

But spreading unequivocal hatred and disdain for Mormons does not help those of us who are Mormon who are trying to fix things. Yes, those who have left Mormonism due to trauma need a safe place to be away from that, and acknowledging the church’s many faults can be helpful to those people. I myself have criticized my church quite vocally. But refusing to listen to the stories of those of us who choose to stay, telling others that we are evil or stupid or what have you, is also quite traumatic to us. We are people too, with thoughts and feelings. It is easy to dismiss us out of hand if you assume we aren’t.

I try to be open about my religion and political stances on my tumblr. See for yourself: It’s a mix of Mormonism, LGBTQ+ activism, Marxism, and pretty much every other leftist political position you can find. Along with all the furry stuff, of course. But despite all this, I am still terrified every time someone follows me to tell them I am Mormon. More than I am to tell them that I’m queer. Tumblr is not representative of how things work in the “real world,” of course, but I have received hatred for being a Mormon there as well. And it’s mostly other Christians. So on the one hand I’m hated by LGBTQ+ folks, on the other hand I’m hated by my church for being queer, and on the third hand (as apparently I have three hands), I am hated by other Christians. I do not face hatred to the same degree from other Christians. I saw it most on my mission. But still, it exists.

(Incidentally, Evangelicals, who you seem to have problems with, and perhaps rightly so, though I have not done a study of the matter myself, largely despise Mormons, from what I have heard. Something to consider.)

I want allies. I want help. I want understanding. If I am to push back against bigotry in my church, I need your help. I need everyone’s help. Fighting bigotry wherever we see it is a worthy pursuit, I think. And if we can succeed, we can make the world a better, safer happier place. I want to fight off the ghosts that haunt my church. You don’t have to fight them with me, but I would appreciate it if I could have your support. It would make my job much easier.

We aren’t enemies. At least, I don’t think you’re my enemy. We both have been hurt by homophobia and bigotry. We live in a capitalist hellscape where police brutality and racism are on the rise. Fascism is looming over the political backdrop, along with the ongoing threat of ecological disaster. I think we would be better off helping each other than going after each other. I ask that you please listen to us when we say you are hurting us. The Mormons you blocked knowingly followed you, an openly queer person who calls out racism and bigotry and pedophilia. Yet you assume we are in favor of those things. Someone can at once be part of an institution while recognizing it’s flaws. (Aren’t we both Americans? Why not move if we hate it so much?) And perhaps we have used the “No true Scotsman” fallacy to justify why we stay. I don’t believe I have. I don’t feel I need to.

I hope that you consider what I’ve said here. I hope we can work together. And I hope that no matter what, you find peace wherever you end up.

Yours truly,

Demo Argenti

#religion #leftism #mormonism #LGBTQ stuff #marxism #racism #misogyny #feminism #homophobia #queerstake #shouting into the void #ok to rb

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georgescatcafe · 3 years

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motion sickness — 6

rating: t warning/s: none pairing/s: dreamnotfound genres/tags: friends to lovers, fluff and angst, pining, flirting, friendship, misunderstandings word count: 1011 summary: No. No, no, no, no. George pushes himself away from the desk, rising up out of his chair to go to the other side of his room. No. There’s no way. No way at all.

Except there is. Except he is.

George collapses onto his bed with a groan. He’s in love with Dream.

Great.

+ao3 +masterpost

;;

After that failed attempt, Clay tries to call again. Then again. Again and again and again.

Tries again so many times that eventually, the phone only rings once then goes straight to voicemail. Clay hangs up before the tone.

“He blocked me,” he says to the empty room. “George blocked me!”

;;

“I blocked Dream,” George says, Sapnap quiet on the other end. “I told him I’m in love with him, and then I hung up on him, and then he called me, and I blocked him.”

“Shit,” Sapnap says.

“Shit,” George agrees. He chews on his lower lip, deliberating, before making up his mind. “None of that went how I wanted, but… I’m sorry for yelling at you. It’s nice to have it off my chest. Just… kind of sucks still. But I still shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It’s not supposed to be easy. Or simple. Or anything like that,” Sapnap tells him. “And yeah, you shouldn’t’ve, but I accepted your apology awhile ago. Saying sorry over text is just as okay with me as saying it over the phone.”

George nods, though the other can’t see him. He takes a breath. “Thank you,” he says, hoping his honesty can be heard in his voice. “For putting up with this. With me.”

“We’re friends,” Sapnap says, easy as always. “I’m your friend. This is just what friends do for each other.”

“I don’t know if I could help you with this,” George argues, no heat behind his words. “I’m pretty trash at romance.”

“That’s true,” Sapnap laughs. “Who the fuck confesses to their crush then blocks them?” He gives another laugh and then. “George. Who the fuck confesses to their crush then blocks them?”

“I’m sorry!” George immediately says. “I panicked! He wouldn’t stop calling me!” He sighs. “He probably hates me now.”

“No!” Sapnap lets out a breath. “George. He was calling you back because he still wanted to talk to you. I promise you if you freaked him out he would’ve just dipped. But he didn’t—because he still wants to talk to you.”

“I blocked him.” George closes his eyes, pressing two fingers between his brows. “Maybe he wanted to talk to me before, but he definitely hates me now.”

“He doesn’t,” Sapnap says, confident. “Please, George. I swear he doesn’t.” A pause. “If… if he does, just… call me back. You can tell me that you told me so, and I won’t even argue. Because you’ll be right. See? If he hates you, I’ll even admit to you being right about something!”

“You aren’t funny, Sapnap,” George replies, but a laugh is falling from his lips even as he says it—a sad, deflated little thing, but a laugh nonetheless.

“Unblock him, George,” Sapnap says after a second of silence. “It’ll be fine.”

“I really hope it’ll be,” George whispers, more for himself than Sapnap, before he straightens up in his chair. “Okay. I’m going to do that. I’m sorry.” He leans forward, elbows coming to rest on his knees. “Okay. I’m unblocking him now. Bye, Sapnap.”

“Bye, George.” George pulls the phone away from his ear to hang up. Distantly, he hears a final good luck before he ends the call.

He goes to his settings and unblocks Dream, then before he can waste a good few minutes wondering if he’s doing the right thing, his phone lights up with a call from none other than Dream. Who either never quit trying to call or decided to randomly try and call him, like he just… sensed that George unblocked him or something.

George answers.

“Hi,” he says.

“George,” Dream replies.

“Dream,” George says.

“You love me!”

Fuck.

“Uh,” George looks down at the floor. “Yeah.”

“You love me!”

George presses his lips together, heart picking up its pace in his chest. “Mhmm.”

“You’re in love with me. What the hell? Sorry, I just—”

“It’s stupid,” George agrees, “I know.”

“What?” Dream’s voice has gone high. Confusion.

George continues: “You haven’t even shown me your face! Not really. How can I be in love with someone I’ve never even seen? How can I be in love with you? It’s—I just…” He makes a frustrated noise low in his throat, fingers coming up to tug at the ends of his hair. He’ll need to get a haircut soon. Ugh. Dream has gone silent on the other end. George gives another tug to his hair then sighs. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“Dream, come on, you know it’s dumb. I’ve never seen your face—you’ve never even shown me your face. We’ve never even met! Tell me how this isn’t stupid. Every bit of this is just… it’s ridiculous!”

“It’s not.” Dream is certain. George can hear it in his voice. “George, George, come on. It's not stupid. I promise you it’s not.” A sound, a drawer opening. “Here, how about... I can FaceTime you now. It’s not stupid."

It is. It is stupid and Dream can sound as certain as he wants, but he knows it’s stupid. George knows it and so does he. George is just as certain as he is. Just in the opposite direction. George sighs.

Dream tries again. "Okay, okay. Never mind, but... George, there has to be something."

“Something?” George echoes. He scoffs and shakes his head. “Just forget it, Dream. Like I said, I’ll get over it. Give me time, and I know I’ll get over it.”

A beat. George closes his eyes.

“Okay,” Dream says. “We’re still friends, though, right?”

“Yes,” George says without pause, without hesitation. “God, of course, we are. Yeah. We’re still friends.”

Dream lets out a breath. George swears he can feel it on the side of his neck, soft, a caress. He represses a shiver, even as a zing! goes down his spine. “Okay,” Dream repeats. “I’m glad. I like being your friend, George.”

“Me too,” George says. “I like being your friend too, Dream.”

They hang up, and George hopes that’s the end of it. He ignores the tension in his body that warns that it isn’t.

;;

#dnf motion sickness #dreamnotfound #gream #dnf #fic #fanfiction

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lunarimagines · 5 years

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Dating Johnny (NCT)

on the outside he was super confident when he asked you out, but on the inside he thought he might throw up, pass out, or both

“would you do me the honor of going out on a real date with me baby?”

if he hadn’t ended it with “baby” you would have mocked his proposal because who the HELL says “would you do me the honor”

that’s just a preface because the only person who says that is a prince or royalty

and johnny seo is an actual prince

AND he’s going to treat you like royalty

he decides to take you food truck hopping late at night when the street is crowded with people laughing and smiling and the food truck vendors call you “doll” and “babe” and “sweetheart”

he likes the way the lights glow on your face and he can’t help but take a few candid photos of you as you order your food

he sets one of the photos as his home screen and months later you see it and your chest grows warm with love because the photo looks like it was taken by someone who truly loves you

(spoiler.... it’s because he DOES love you and he’s known he’s loved you since he first saw you)

he isn’t someone who believes in true love, per say, but he was basically clotheslined by love when he first saw you

his breath caught and he felt his throat constrict

he would only tell you these details later

y’all are an OBNOXIOUS couple

it’s maybe not as much YOU as it is JOHNNY

he just loves to hear you laugh and he is never afraid to go over-the-top to make you laugh

he also loves showing you off

he’s proud to call you his baby and he’s going to make sure everyone else knows he’s proud

the other members blocked him in the group chat because he WOULD NEVER SHUT UP about you

“y/n’s so cute. today-”

“....N-EE-WAYS” - doyoung after blocking johnny

he likes to do crafts with you like he’ll buy kits from the craft store and make a night out of it with wine and snacks and stupid t.v. shows playing in the background as the two of you do a needlepoint piece

and even if the piece doesn’t look good at the end he’s still going to insist on displaying it because you spent a lot of time on it

Johnny is always happy to support your hobbies and interests

he could listen to you talk about the things you love for hours upon hours

kissing Johnny..... good lord

the softest moments are when he’s leaving in the morning or greeting you at night and he smiles and pecks your lips and you can feel his smile on your lips

his lips are warm and surprisingly soft

(he’d never admit it, but he started using chapstick he knew you loved the taste of almost religiously...)

if the kiss was more intense he’d have his hand on the small of your back, pressing you in towards him

his other hand would be cupping your jaw

his soft, warm lips would be moving gently against yours and he’d be murmuring praises like “I love you so much, you’re so beautiful” “you’re perfect, oh my, God”

Mark tags along on your dates sometimes which is fine because then he can be your personal photographer and take cute photos of you and Johnny

you and Johnny have a warm, positive vibe around the two of you, there’s really no other way to explain it

it’s welcoming

despite being an annoying couple, people feel comfortable around the two of you

Johnny calls and facetimes you whenever he’s away because he loves to see your face, even if the two of you are sitting silently and doing your own separate things

it feels intimate and Johnny loves that intimacy

he always teases you when he catches you staring at him

“I knew I was handsome, but am I THAT handsome?”

“no I was looking at the mustard on the side of your face”

“don’t lie y/n, you can admit it’s because I’m handsome. also I checked myself in the mirror because I was afraid of that, ugly”

he has cute nicknames for you like “baby” “angel” “cutie” and “ugly butthead”

the first time he says “I love you” it just kind of... slips out?

like the two of you are messing around during a craft project and you have him laughing so hard his mouth is in a box shape and his eyes are closed and suddenly he just... says it

“God, I love you so much”

and the world almost stops

but you say it right back

and he has to beg the group chat members (doyoung) to unblock him so he can tell them that he TOLD YOU HE LOVES YOU AND YOU SAID IT BACK HOLY SHIT

likes to have you sit close to his side with your head on his chest when the two of you cuddle on the couch or the bed

that way he can hold you even closer and play with your hands and your hair

you once put your legs over his lap and he tickled your feet and needless to say you never sat like THAT again

overall, dating Johnny would be filled with love and laughter and comfort and an air of warmth that made you realize that this was the best thing life had to offer

#nct reactions #nct scenarios #johnny reactions #johnny scenarios #nct johnny reactions #nct johnny scenarios #nct 127 reactions #nct 127 scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #johhny seo #kpop #myimagines

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years

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The Padackles Link-Ch 61

The sun reflects off the water, making the day seem brighter and the rays warming our skin. After cruising across Lake Austin for most of the morning, playing games with the kids and making sure none of them leaned over the side too far, we decide to head back to shore for lunch.

Jensen and Jared keep the older kids occupied with a game of tag while Gen and I set up a blanket in a semi-shaded area and bring the baskets and coolers from the truck. Jackson sits in his carseat, happily laughing and babbling while watching his dad and sister running around playing with his uncle and cousins.

As soon as the food is prepared, I call everyone over. “Grub’s on. Come eat!”

The five of them sprint over, their eyes lighten up at the array of goodies displayed. I position JJ to sit in between Tom and Shep on the blanket and go about filling their plates with the PB&J squares I had prepared, along with some peeled apple slices, grapes and carrot and celery sticks. Balancing the three individual plates in my hands, I carefully walk them over and pass one to each kid.

Turning around, I notice the guys have already began to dig into their food and Gen is making her own plate. I reach into the cooler and bring out three bottles of apple juice and after opening them up, I place one beside each kid then go to get my plate and fill it full of scrumptious food.

Once my plate is to my liking, I take a seat between Jay and the carseat, coming in on the end of a conversation between the two men.

“….yea we can do that, if you want. I’ll call Clif and see if he’s available.” Jensen says.

“Available for what?” I ask as I bite into the chicken salad sandwich I had picked up.

“Golfing. Jared and I are discussing getting a few holes in next week, weather permitting,” Jay answers as he looks down at me. Smirking he reaches out and swipes his thumb across my upper lip and licking the chicken salad that was there off his digit.

I smile up at him. “My hero,” I joke, earning laughs from our friends.

“Shut up,” Jay mumbles bashfully and picks up his own sandwich and finishing it off. We all sit and enjoy the warm day while the kids continue eating before being ready for dessert. Gen sits her plate to the side and goes to get up but I notice she is still eating so I quickly jump into action and pass out the bags of animal crackers I had thrown in at the last minute. “You eat,” I tell her. “I got them.”

When Jackson starts to whimper I turn and unbuckle him and lift him out of his seat. “Little man hungry too?” I grab his blanket and throw it over my shoulder, effectively covering myself and him. I reach under and pull my bikini top down and help him to latch on to my breast.

“Daya. I done,” JJ says, trying to get up but having trouble untangling her legs from the position she had been in but finally succeeding. She stands up and I notice the crumbs from the cookies stuck to her damp body.

“Okay, baby girl. I’m feeding brother but come here and let me clean you off.” Using my free hand, I lightly brush the food particles from her. “Go sit with Daddy until he gets done and then maybe he and Uncle Jared will take you and the boys to the park, okay?”

“Kay.” I watch as she toddles over to Jensen and plops down next to him, in my old spot and sit quietly while he is still talking to Jared and Gen.

One by one, the boys get done with their snacks and instead of going to their mother to be cleaned up they take turns coming to me and I dust them off and send them to their parents. As I get done feeding Jackson and getting ready to transfer him to the other side, I look up at Gen and notice she is watching me. I smile at her and she returns it.

When the sun begins to lower in the sky and all three of the older kids begin to get whiny and cranky, we decide to call it a day and start to load up the vehicles. Once everyone is buckled in safe in their seats, I turn to Gen and hug her.

“Thanks for this morning,” I say. “I don’t know how you did it. I didn’t realize that she would be so cruel about us wanting to spend time with Justice.”

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Gen replies. “She needs to chill and realize that she’s lucky. Jensen wants to spend time with his daughter. Some men don’t.”

“Yea,” I say, not really knowing what else to add to that. Gen is absolutely correct. I saw it many times when I was in the system. A couple would have a child and then something would happen and the man would deny his kid. It was heartbreaking and tragic. Thank goodness Jensen wasn’t like that. He loves his daughter as much as he loves our son.

As soon as we are on the road towards home, I look back and see that JJ has passed out in her seat and from where I can see Jackson is also.

“Looks like we wore them out today,” I tell Jensen with a grin. “I bet they’ll sleep good tonight.”

“I hope so because I got a surprise for you later,” he chuckles and I look at him, curious.

“Oh really? And what would that be?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, linking out fingers together and bringing our hands up to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. I watch as he does and he looks over at me and wiggles his eyebrows and then winks.

“Ooo. Is it a sexy surprise?” I goad, hoping he will give in and tell me but knowing when Jensen Ackles sets his sights on something, he is going to do whatever it takes to make it happen. Even if that is leaving me in the dark about his plans.

“Maybe,” he says. “I’ll drop you off with Jackson and you can get him bedded down while I take JJ home. Take care of yourself too and look in the third drawer of the chest in the closet.”

“Oh-kay.”

When Jensen pulls into the garage he turns the ignition off and opens the door to help me get the baby and the picnic supplies into the house. Once everything is inside, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, taking my breath away.

“Thank you for today, baby. It’s just what I needed. You are so good to me. You take such great care of us, not only me and Jackson but JJ too. I was missing her something terrible.”

“I know, Jay. I knew you were. That’s why I bore the brunt of Dani's hostility to make it happen.”

“I love you Drea,” he says, with another peck on my lips. “Now go get little man settled down and do whatever you need to do. I’ll be back shortly.”

I watch as he leaves and heads back to the garage. Jackson is still sleeping comfortably in his seat but I know with the sunscreen on his skin and the grime on him from the water when we went wading, he definitely needs a bath.

Knowing he is going to be pissed that I am interrupting his rest, I gently unbuckle and lift Jackson out of his seat tenderly as not to jostle him. He begins squirming and whimpering, his complaints about the disruption being made clear.

“I know baby boy. I know,” I coo to him. “But we have to get you cleaned up. You don’t want to go to bed all dirty and sweaty.” I walk into the bathroom, turning the lights on low so as it doesn’t blind either of us. Settling my whimpering son into the crook of my arm, I bend over and turn the faucet on, grabbing his tub and sitting it into the bottom of the porcelain cask to let it fill up.

I turn my attention back to Jackson and begin to undress him, blowing raspberries on body parts that I uncover in the process, causing him to giggle.

Jensen pulls into the driveway of the place he used to call home. Things have changed so much in such a short time. When he and Danneel had moved to Austin after they got married, they had immediately found and fell in love with the dwelling and after a few adjustments and remodeling, it had become their dream house. Now he is an outsider.

He looks over his shoulder at his little princess, Justice Jay, asleep in her seat. Drea knew exactly how to surprise him and had somehow managed to bring his baby girl along. He fell in love with Drea more every day for the little things she did. She took care of not only him, but their son and their home and she could perceive when he was sad and upset and missing JJ.

As quietly as he could he exits the vehicle and walks around to open the back passenger door. Carefully unblocking the sleeping little girl, he lifted her up and settled her on his side, her head laying on his shoulder. Jensen grabs JJ's bag and heads toward the front door.

Dannel must have heard him pull up or had been watching because as soon as he made it to the front of the house, she jerks the door open.

"Is she asleep?" she demands, annoyance in her tone. "My god Jensen! Are you insane?! Now I'm never going to get her to sleep easy tonight."

"Calm down Dee," Jensen sighs. "She's only been out for about 30 minutes."

"Don't tell me to calm down! God, every time she spends time with you she always comes back and acts out. It's getting to be a problem."

Anger and fury runs through Jensen's body. How dare Danneel blame their visits for any bad behavior JJ demonstrates!

"Let me put her down and then we'll discuss it," Jensen implores as he heads toward his daughter's bedroom.

He cautiously places his daughter on her bed, kissing her forehead and pulling the blanket over her body. He knows that he is about to walk out there and argue with the child's mother, but he will do it just for the knowledge that he got to spend the day with his little girl.

Danneel is in the kitchen when he comes back from JJ's room, a glass of red wine in her hand.

"Really Dani? I literally just brought JJ home and you're drinking?!"

"It's just one glass Jay," Danneel defends. "It doesn't affect my ability to raise our daughter. I do it all the time."

"And that makes me want to reconsider this arrangement ," Jensen states. "Maybe Justice needs to come live with Drea and me while you get your priorities straight."

"Don't you dare," Dannell retorts in a huff, slamming the wineglass down. The wine sloshes over the top and puddles on the counter. "Don't you fucking dare threaten me! I manage my daughter just fine! One glass of red does not make me a bad parent or incapable of taking care of her needs."

"Do you even hear yourself? You can manage her? D, she's not something to manage. She is our daughter and if I think it's in her best interest, as her father, I will take her out of here."

"And let your whore raise her? Damn Jay! Your little slut is almost as young as JJ. I'd rather not allow a child to raise my daughter. You never know what could happen if she turned her back. She probably would not pay any attention to JJ anyway. She's got her own kid to maintain," Danneel alleges. "I mean, are you even sure your son is being taken care of when you're not around?"

The more accusations and name-calling Danneel spat, the angrier Jensen got until he yelled. "STOP! JUST SHUT UP!" He paced the length of the kitchen, trying to calm down. "Goddamn, Dee. Do you even hear yourself? How can you possibly think that? You know Drea loves JJ like she was her own. You know this, you've seen this!"

"No, I don't know this Jensen! As far as I'm concerned she only loves the fame that comes with being with you. Maybe she loves your dick, because it is a good dick, but as far as her loving JJ like her own. Nah, I don't see it."

Jensen scoffs as he turns to make another lap along the bar. "This dick couldn't keep you faithful so who exactly is the whore here?"

"How dare you!" Danneel screams as she picks up her wineglass and throws it at Jensen, barely missing his shoulder. The glass hits the wall behind him and shatters. "GET. OUT! Get the fuck out of my house you asshole!"

Jensen looks over his shoulder at the wine running down the wall and to the shards of glass scattered across the floor. "Clean that before JJ wakes up and comes in here and gets cut," he demands. "Or I'll sue you for wanton endangerment of a minor."

He walks out of the room toward the front door, leaving a fuming Danneel behind. "Oh, and that's not a threat. It's a promise." He closes the door after he walks out and stops to take a breather. How dare Danneel even suggest that Drea is anything but loving and caring to JJ. She would put her own life on the line to keep either kid, the Padalecki boys included, safe.

As he is pulling away, he sees Dr. Josh arriving. "Buddy boy, you got your hands full with that one," Jensen says to no one in particular, in the privacy of the truck cab. Instead of heading home and back to Drea and Jackson, Jensen turns the opposite way and hit the gas. He needs to clear his head and calm down before he goes home. He is livid! How dare Danneel insinuate that he nor Drea have JJ’s best interest in mind. Drea loves that little girl almost as much as she loves Jackson. Jensen has seen it firsthand; just today when she made sure that JJ was involved in their family outing and not being left out or feeling neglected.

He knows he needs to just let it go, everything Danneel had said but he just can’t. From the moment she began complaining about JJ being asleep to the second she called Drea a whore and slut, he was stunned. At one time Drea and Dani were like two peas in a pod. When you saw one, the other wasn’t too far behind. A little over a year ago, JJ had innocently and mistakenly called Drea “Mom” which had caused Drea to flip out and worry that her taking care of JJ was confusing to the toddler. Add to the fact that that is around the same time Jensen and Drea began their affair she had legitimate reasons to fret but even back then Jensen had explained it to her; the time she spent caring for and loving on the little blonde it was just a knee-jerk reaction. If JJ had accidentally called Jared ‘Daddy”, Jensen knew it was just a child’s simple mistake. So for Danneel to so blatantly accuse Drea of not loving JJ, it completely pissed Jensen off.

Before Jensen even realizes it, he is pulling into the parking lot of an establishment he had been known to frequent in his younger days, before Danneel and before he became famous, Bob’s Beer and Burger Joint. He decides to go in and have one quick drink and say hello to Bob before heading home. One beer wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Padalecki Home (Later that Night)

Genevieve eyes Jared as he enters their bedroom after making his nightly check of the door and windows and ensuring the security system is set.

She has a crazy, bizarre idea floating around in her head and is trying to come up with a way to approach the subject with her husband.

Jared smiles at her as he passes by her and heads to the ensuite to finish his bedtime routine. Gen hears the water turn on and the battery-operated toothbrush her husband swears by. She isn't sure if Jared will be in agreement with what she wants to do or just outright reject it. It made Gen nervous because she wanted this, badly, but if Jared was opposed to it she knew it would never happen.

Jared comes out of the bathroom in his boxers and climbs into bed beside his wife, pulling to quilt over his legs and hips.

"Jare?" Gen urges nervously.

"Yea doll?"

"I want another baby."

Gen looks up at her husband through her thick dark lashes to gauge his reaction. She watches as he mulls over her words. He looks at his wife in bewilderment.

"Gen, didn't the doctors say that was impossible after the 'procedure'." Gen rolls her eyes listening to Jared still call the partial hysterectomy a procedure. After almost 2 years he still refers to it like it was something as simple as getting a tooth pulled.

"They did," Gen confirms, sitting up against the headboard. "I can no longer get pregnant or carry another life inside me."

"So, how do you suppose we…"

"A surrogate Jare," Gen suggests. "And I know the perfect one, Drea."

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peaceisadirtyword · 4 years

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Helping AHA when his rental car gets a flat tire when he’s on vacation abroad.

It may be too long and a bit boring :( sorry!♥️

Thank you anon!😘

It surprised you to see him at the side of the road. It wasn’t a busy road, so you didn’t expect anyone raising their hand to catch your attention as you drove, singing loudly to Rihanna.

To be honest, you hesitated. It could be a murderer or something like that, pretending to have had a problem with his car to make you stop and then kidnap you… But you stopped, anyway, making a mental note to stop watching so many tv shows.

When you stopped your car next to the tall man, turning down the music and you turned your head to look at the stranger, you found yourself looking at the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen.

“Hello” he smiled apologetically “Thank you for stopping…”

“Hi” you blinked and shook your head, realizing you were staring “Do you need help?“

"Yes” he smiled, and that smile made your stomach turn “I… Flat tire” he sighed, pointing to the car parked a few meters from you “My phone died and I couldn’t call the rental agency…”

“Oh” you nodded “Yeah, you can use my phone” quickly, you took the seatbelt off and reached for your purse, taking off your phone and unblocking it before giving it to him.

“Thank you” he smiled at you again, making you feel dizzy “It will be just a moment"

"Don’t worry” you smiled back at him, and he moved away from your car to make the call.

You got out of your car, biting your lip as you watched him pacing around with your phone on his ear. He was tall, strong and handsome. He had short, dark hair and his electric blue eyes contrasted with his slightly tanned skin. He wore a denim jacket, with a grey t-shirt underneath and some dark jeans. He was probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

You were so focused on the way he passed his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes as he talked on the phone, and in how he bit his lips and frowned slightly while listening that you didn’t realize he had hung up and he was walking over to you with your phone on his hand.

“Thank you” he repeated, with that amazing smile still on his lips “I don’t know what would I have done if you hadn’t stopped”

“You’re welcome” you shrugged, taking your phone and putting it in one of your pockets “Did you solve it?”

“Yeah” he rubbed his face and sighed tiredly “They have sent someone with a tow truck to pick up the car, but the agency it’s far away from my hotel, so I think I’ll have to take a bus or something when we get there” he shrugged “Anyway, it’s solved, thank you again for stopping and for helping me"

You bit your lip, and before you could think it twice, you opened your mouth and spoke.

"I can give you a lift” you cleared your throat, sounding much more nervous than you actually were “I’m heading to the city, so…”

His smile widened.

“That’s really nice, thank you, but I don’t want to bother you more than I already have…”

“You’re not bothering me” you said quickly “It’s completely fine, I don’t mind”

“Are you sure?” He frowned a bit, biting his lips.

“Yes” this time you were the one smiling widely to him.

“Okay” he nodded, licking his lips before offering his hand for you to shake it “I’m Alex, nice to meet you”

“Y/N” you took his hand, gulping when his strong but soft hand touched yours “Nice to meet you too”

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Half an hour later, you found yourself in your car, driving to the city with the most handsome guy in Earth sitting next to you, humming softly to Rihanna’s Love on the Brain.

“So” you cleared your throat, not taking your eyes from the road -if you set your eyes on him you wouldn’t be able to take them off- “What brings you to the middle of nowhere?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

Alex chuckled, shaking his head.

“I just wanted to take a look outside the city, you know, take some photos, go for a walk… I fancied a bit of time alone surrounded by nature"

"Photos?” You asked, interested “Do you like photography?”

“Yeah, I’m a photographer” he run a hand through his hair again.

“Wow, I love photography too” you smiled, looking at him briefly. He was looking at you with that heart-stopping smile “Although I’m afraid I don’t have the talent for it” you shrugged.

“I’m sure you do"

"Are you here all alone?” You asked, nearly expecting him to nod and tell you he was there enjoying some holidays with his girlfriend.

“Yeah, I needed some time by myself, to relax… Get away from the routine, you know”

“Where are you from?"

For fuck’s sake, Y/N, relax, you look like a fucking cop interrogating him.

But you couldn’t help it, the more time you spent with him, the more you needed to know him better.

Calm down, you met him not an hour ago.

"Denmark” he answered, with a cute accent.

I should have guessed it.

“Nice” you smiled again, and before you could add anything else, Frank Ocean’s Pink + White started, and you gasped before leaning in to turn the volume up “Oh my god, I love this song”

Alex’s eyes lightened up and he chuckled watching you as you hummed the song moving your head at the rhythm.

“Do you like Frank Ocean?” He asked, an even bigger smile on his lips.

“I love him” you answered, smiling back at him.

“Me too, he’s amazing” he muttered, his beautiful eyes fixed on you “Wow, pretty, funny, nice and with good taste in music… I think I just met the love of my life"

You blushed, trying your best to focus on the road.

"I shouldn’t have said that, I’m really sorry” he rubbed his face, groaning “Now you probably think I’m a creep”

“No, I…” You giggled, blushing even more “It was nice, thank you, I guess” you didn’t dare to look at him again.

“Just saying the truth” he shrugged, suddenly shy and looking away from you, his fingers playing nervously with the straps of his backpack.

It wasn’t until you entered the city when you dared to clear your throat and speak again.

“Did you… Have any plans for tonight?” You asked nervously, stopping yourself from biting your nails.

“Nothing special” he shook his head “Reading some book or going for a walk…”

“Do you want to…?” You shrugged “Maybe grab some dinner? So you can show me the photos you’ve taken” you looked at him.

Alex tried and failed to hold back the big smile plastered on his face.

“Sounds good to me"

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lildevyl · 4 years

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Swap!AU: UnTitle.Exe

Summary: Anti-Hero and his team (The Possepticeyes) have been battling an onslaught of Crimes throughout Septic City. Only to have one their own, Jackieboy Man to be kidnapped, and a new enemy has emerged. Now, Anti and his friends need to find a way to break through to Jackie and bring him back. Before it's too late.

Guest Starring: @weirdmixofweirdness as Nora Weird, @10th-no-name-person as Trinity Jade/10th.

@beerecordings, @juju-on-that-yeet, @reverseblackholeofwords, @m4delin, @10th-no-name-person Thank You, Fiends, so much for all of your ideas and for giving me the inspiration for this!

You can read this on AO3! Link

Chapter One: Special Report

"We interrupt this program to bring you a Special Report"

"This is Nora Weird coming to you live. Hell Night has certainly lived up to its name tonight! I'm standing in front of Willow Gardens Medical Center, which has been set ablaze by the Local Environmental Activists Terror Group. One of the top Researches, Doctor Taylor Adler, has been found guilty of illegal experiments thanks to Jackieboy Man. The Activists didn't see the prison sentence as punishment enough. As a result, the building behind me is burning to the ground. Luckily, no one was in the build -"

"Aaaahhhh! Hhhheeeeelllllllpppp!"

Nora and Cameraman Jim turned their horrified gazes to the Medical Center. There, trapped on the fifth floor, screaming for help was one of Nora's good friends, Dr. Trinity Jade!

"Oh, my god!!! Trinity!!!" Weird gasped covering her mouth.

(Willows Garden Medical Center)

Jackie met Isa on the rooftop of the closest building, with no time to test out the newest suit and equipment. Jackie took a leap of faith, by quickly changing into the new flameproof suit and grabbed the grappling hook. Jackie fired it to the Medical Center and zipped line to it, breaking a window as he did so. He was on the fourth floor in the fire escape. Wasting no time, Jackie ran up the stairs a fast as could to the fifth floor. Fallen boards and debris blocked the door. Jackie made quick work of unblocking the door and scurried in.

"Jackieboy Man!" Trinity breathed a sigh of relief! She was saved! She was going to get outta -

C C R R E E A A K K C C R R A A A C C K K

Jackie pushed Trinity outta the way and caught the flaming beam and held it with his shoulder.

"Get outta here!!!"

Trinity didn't need to be told twice! Scrambling to the fire exit, Trinity got outta there as fast as her legs would carry her. Coughing and hacking as she exited and was immediately hurried to the awaiting paramedics.

(Septic City's Warehouses)

Anit-Hero finished gathering all the members of the gang and impatiently awaited the arrival of the cops. Time ticked by slowly when the finally showed up! Seriously! They have cars that can go a hundred and twenty miles per hour! Why are they so slow in getting here when the criminals are all wrapped up? Oh well.

After doing the usual routine round of questions and the officers did their sweep. Anti was about to head home when . . .

Special News Report

We interrupt this program to bring this special report.

"This is Nora Weird, coming to you live from the Willows Garden Medical Center. The Activists didn't see jail time for the once-beloved Dr. Taylor Adler as punishment enough. They set the whole building on fire with Dr. Trinity Jade trapped inside!

Wait! What's happening?! Jackieboy Man! Jackieboy Man just went into the burning build to help save Trinity! There she is! Trinity! We need the medics!

Chief! Jackieboy Man is still in there!!!!!"

Blood drained from Anti's face. Jackie!!! Without another word, and leave a rush of wind behind. Anti sped down the streets, mentally thanking Sean for giving him super speed. Hoping to get to Jackie in time!

(GamingHack Convention)

Visual Effects and Game Girl just finished up getting everything back in order for everyone. All the gamers that were trapped in the game were now safe and sound and getting looked at by medics. Visual Effects breathed a sigh of relief. That was one of the most challenging and blood bumping things that he ever had to do since joining Anti-Hero and his crew. But he never once regretted his decision. Visual allowed himself to start to relax and briefly smile a little to himself. Maybe now he can quickly change and just enjoy the rest of the Convention as Robin? That was until one of the monitors start to flicker on.

*SPECIAL REPORT**SPECIAL REPORT**SPECIAL REPORT*

The Activists didn't see the prison sentence as punishment enough. As a result, the building behind me is burning to the ground. Luckily, no one was in the build -"

"Aaaahhhh! Hhhheeeeelllllllpppp!"

Nora and Cameraman Jim turned their horrified gaze to the Medical Center. There, trapped on the fifth floor, screaming for help was one of Nora's good friends, Dr. Trinity Jade!

"Oh, my god!!! Trinity!!!" Weird gasped covering her mouth. But then Cameraman Jim caught sight of something happening on top of the other building. He instantly turned his camera there and signed, to Nora.

"Is that? That's Jackieboy Man! Jackieboy Man has crashed through the fourth-floor window of the burning building! He's going to save Trinity!"

Trinity comes out moments later wheezing, coughing and sputtering. But no Jackie.

"Chief! Jackieboy's still in there!"

C R R E E A A K K

Robin did even think twice. Running out the Convention Center as fast as he could. Jumping on his motorbike, stomping on the kickstarted and with tires squealing, Robin sped off through the streets avoiding every single traffic law there was. He just hoped that he got there in time!!!!

(Spetic House)

JJ, Marvin, and Henrik were watching the news with bated breath. They didn't know what to expect! Their heart rates went up when they saw the Jackieboy Man crashed through the window. But they kept telling themselves that it'll be alright. Jackie's a superhero! He just wants to prove himself to Anti. Anti trained him and still training him relentlessly. Jackie's got this! He has too!

"Chief! Jackieboy's still in there!"

Marvin turned to JJ with wide eyes and a silent plead. JJ nodded, he might still be little wary about Marvin, especially since everyone saw his debut video. But so far, he hasn't shown any signs of being Dark's Puppet. Plus, with everyone there as a witness. This will be his test, to see which side he truly was on.

Gathering all his magic supplies, potions, and salves, JJ held his homemade smoke bombs in his hand and concentrated where Jackie was. JJ still needed help with long-distance teleporting. Focusing his magic and concentrating on the location. JJ threw the smoke bombs on the floor.

WHOOSH! POOF!

JJ and Marvin were gone in a puff of green smoke.

(Willow Medical Center, Ambulance)

Trinity looked around for Jackieboy Man, as she was being examined. She thought he was right behind her.

"Chief!! Jackieboy's still in there!" Trinity cried.

C C R R R E E E A A A K K C C R R R A

A A C C K K

Everyone stood silent in horror, not daring to breathe. Just as Willow Medical Center collapsed right in front of their eyes and Anti-Hero, Visual Effects, JJ and Marvin arrived.

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janiedean · 4 years

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aaah, and I thought the throbb/theon fandom couldn’t disappoint me more than it already had

and yet.

okay, so, whatever, I’ve been made aware of a situation on twitter and honestly I’m tired, so let’s just have it out.

apologies for the long-ass post but I honestly am tired of being the uber-correct person who addresses everyone directly and properly and so on and all I get is finding out people trash talk behind your back anyway and don’t engage with me if they have a problem.

so, yesterday I’m minding my damned business, I see that @fleurdulys is apparently in some discussions with anti sansan people calling her names, I send her a message like ‘oh god they found you I’m so sorry’ because I have seen anti sansan takes back in the day, two people including someone that had stalked her for months start tagging me too and accusing me of the usual condoning That Horrible Problematic Ship and of being a pedo apologist blah blah blah, I block both of them, the day after another two show up in my mentions uninvited, I block both of them.

then someone who was monitoring the situation warns me that some anon is trash talking me and fleur in the curiouscat asks of some other person that I had absolutely no knowledge of until then. I went to block them, found out I had blocked them already because they were anti thr/amsay and shipped a theon show only ship I really don’t like so I went and blocked them in JULY before they changed nickname because I’m an adult and I like to think I can cut out of my life people I don’t want to risk interacting with because I know I don’t have anything to say to them. said person accused me of ‘using as a tactic calling everything calvinist’ which... well, when the problem is that antis are basically being that it’s not a tactic but whatever, I addressed it on twitter and changed my screen name as a joke because y’know what let’s embrace it, I don’t like calvinists anyway.

I go and forget about it and then the same someone monitoring the situation informs me that these lovely people had this other exchange - I’m not mentioning who it is but they’ll know and at this point I’m honestly done:

now.

sorry but what the hell.

first of all, going in order:

I blocked receiver of the CC ages ago because she ships a thing that for me is an absolute no and I have very good reasons to not like it, and I have zero interest in talking to people who ship that AND are th/ramsay antis, which is a thing that I have zero patience for whichever side of the fence you’re on - saying it as someone who doesn’t like th/ramsay but ffs I don’t agree with anti-ing stuff, if you hate it blacklist and move on with your life;

also, I wasn't lurking on her anons because I didn’t even know she was involved but someone else monitoring the situation told me I was the subject of one of them and I went and checked for myself, so like... sorry I’m not unblocking because I never searched for her, I never talked to her, I never wanted contact with her and she and the anon are there trash talking me and fleur for shipping a fictional ship so what are we even talking here;

and that’s the premise, but: I had gotten my 'bitch ass away from throbb' in 2011, the amount of fics that fandom has would Not Exist At All because *I* was the sole steady contributor (ie the only person who kept on posting it) 2011-18 (and fandom drove out the only other steady contributor in 2015-8 lmao), *I* was the one organizing most theon-based fandom events (which were opened to all ships, including the ones I hated, and if I could handle posting th/ramsay fanart/reading th/ramsay prompts/assigning them when the exchange was anonymous and I had to post all the contributions when looking at th/ramsay art made me sick back in the day I think OP can tolerate people existing and shipping stuff she don't like), *I* was the one periodically coming up with ways to make the tag less filled with hate, *I* called out every single anti shaming anyone for their ships - from thramsay to theonsa because there were theonsa antis back in S5 but she wouldn't know I suppose -, so like she can pay me the favor to not even going there because if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have throbb fic to read *period* (not to brag but check, before I started spamming the tag and helped bringing in people along with someone else who's not in fandom anymore there were literally six), so how about she check what are her contributions to the fandom (less than mine probably) other than creating drama? thanks.

also ‘theon and robb would beat pedos up’ please check your facts, theon/jeynep is going to most likely be canon and she’s like thirteen and he’s twenty-two, which is a nine year age gap, which is not even that far from sansan. also your favorite theon ship has an eight years age gap in the books too so just stop. you ain’t coherent. at least be coherent. but you can’t, because every single asoiaf ship is problematic for some reason. ;)

and that was it for OP.

now, for the anon, who honestly... the entitlement, I swear to god, but in order: if you’re that pressed because I haven’t written throbb in months also thanks to people like you you could have like, come and talked to me on tumblr because regardless from what you assume I don’t bite. also I see that you’re a throbb shipper and you’re calling me THROBB CONTENT GENERATOR?

CONTENT GENERATOR?

ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF IT?

I’M A HUMAN BEING, I’M NOT YOUR DAMNED CONTENT GENERATOR.

I DON’T GENERATE CONTENT FOR YOUR SATISFACTION, I WRITE FIC FOR SHIPS I LIKE. throbb is my otp (still, even if y’all really are trying to drive me out lol) and I wrote novels of it for years for free because I love it, BUT NOT BECAUSE I’M YOUR DAMNED CONTENT GENERATOR.

content generator.

I’m just. actually you know what, if I write throbb again after this, you can be 100% sure there’s gonna be full-on blown canon sansan in it for a very long time and I’m absolutely not going to make it avoidable if you don’t scroll half of the fic. also ‘I could ask her to write it but she’d put sansan in it so I won’t’ who the hell do you think you are?

who the hell do you think you are?

I take prompts when I can because I want to and because once in a while I enjoy the idea of writing stuff for people because other than being something I love, I like the idea that I can make someone’s day nicer by filling them a prompt if they like my writing, I don’t do that just because you ask.

what the hell? so you’d ask and me, a poor idiot, not knowing it was you, would put it on a to-write list of prompts that’s like ten pages of notebook long because that’s how long my goddamned list is, while you’re here laughing that someone whose writing you like but whose personality you obviously despise has written you your favorite ship for free not knowing that it’s for someone that doesn’t like her all that much?

jesus christ.

like, I thought this fandom couldn’t get lower than the let’s plagiarize fics deal last july, but this is honestly rich.

and then you wonder why whenever I think about finishing sfbd or writing a ship that used to make me happy to write now I go like ‘f* this noise why should I bother I’m writing any other damned pairing instead’.

and I have to read this shit from someone who, when I blocked them the moment I got the fandom twitter account, who I never searched for, who I never talked to and who is friends with people who happily accuse others of being pedo apologists because they ship sansan which is, oh, wait, an almost-canon ship with canon text supporting it and that grrm himself certainly doesn’t hate and has admitted to have been leading up to, and now wants me to unblock her to talk??? when their friends showed up in my mentions absolutely uninvited because I sent support to someone who was arguing with them because we both ship sansan and I’ve done it for longer so I know how’s the deal?

and from some kind of anon who sure as hell reads my fics enough that they know I’m still the most prolific throbb contributor to the tag even if I haven’t written throbb in a year and some who calls me content generator and not even contributor as if I was some kind of juke box machine where you put in prompts and get out 5k minimum fics for free? and who still would like to read them enough to throw that shade but has no issues trashing me because I’m pointing out that antis think exactly like 17th century calvinists, which is a thing that can 100% be proved the moment you look up how the aforementioned calvinists thought?

like, I’d like to kindly tell the both of them to find a hobby that’s not trying to fele better harassing people they don’t know for fictional ships and remind everyone on here (because I’m sure anon is on tumblr as it’s where I hang out most of the time anyway) including the few anons who have asked me if I’d consider writing throbb again in the last months and who asked me if I’d run theonexchange again at some point that fic writers are human beings, not jukeboxes, and that being assholes has, as a usual consequence, driving the content creators out. I’m not a content generator, I’m not here to get laughed at because I fill prompts and I generally like to put content in the tags and not drama and because I think that being a fandom contributor should mean spreading positivity instead of shaming people for what they ship.

anyway: as a conclusion to this rant, I’m definitely not writing throbb that doesn’t have sansan in it anytime soon and if I run theonexchange again at some point (which I would like to but with these premises you’ll see that finding the force of will when I have a life is kind of a problem) if I find out that OP or any of her friends want to participate they’re kindly welcomed not to because I’m banning them on sight.

wow, get my bitch ass away from a fandom I kind of helped make and contributed 10% of the ao3 content to.

congrats, you just made sure I really won’t when I was taking a break but I was planning to come back at some point even if right now it’s quite tempting.

thanks for reading this if you got to this point and sorry for the rant but I’m tired.

I’m really tired.

also I’ve always said I shipped sansan from the moment I was in this fandom, I tag it also for blacklisting purposes and I don’t even put it as a side in fics that much because it doesn’t come up, so if anyone is so disgusted by it they’re welcome to learn to coexist with people who ship stuff they don’t like.

again: I’m really tired.

#throbb #theon greyjoy #oh wow that's always nice to find out from people who technically ship what I like!#also i mean you'd think i'm idk some kinda snobbish asshole who doesn't reply to every single ask she gets #and who hasn't filled prompts here since 2011 without expecting really anything but whatever #and who hasn't like talked to people if they had issues #except that i did all of that #and finding out this crap is like disheartening #like wow then you wonder why i don't feel it anymore #as if i didn't spend years trying to make sure the theon fandom wasn't a continuous hatred shitfest #as if i didn't call people out for anti-ing any ship bc it was already not many of us #i just wanted people to get along and create stuff instead of eating each other up #even ship i personally didn't like or that ACTUALLY MADE ME SICK #i'm tired #i'm really tired #sorry for the word-vomit but some of you really need to learn some manners #obviously your parents didn't teach you #and it shows #thank you i'm done

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aftermathdb · 4 years

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DEATH BATTLE Review: She-Ra vs. Wonder Woman.

So, quick heads up: Due to computer problems that I was told would get my computer back to me by Monday (I only got it back on Tuesday), this review is going to be a bit short, and it won’t contain any mid-preview Wiz and Boomstick segments. Many apologies, please blame the Mac repair shop that decided to assign my laptop to a person who didn’t come into work.

She-Ra′s Preview.

So, the story on She-Ra starts with the war between Etheria and Eternia,with Prince Adam being the hero for Eternia as the mighty He-Man. But the hosts go over his sister, Adora, who was captured and brainwashed by the Horde. Until the magical Sword of Protection freed her, and allowed her to become the powerful princess, She-Ra.

The hosts go over a lot of her base statline, and review her arsenal. Like how the Sword of Protection has multiple different forms.

We get a brief Wiz and Boomstick segment, and the we cut back to her feats.

Among them is how she has defeated multiple foes and has pulled off some amazing feats of speed.

Like when she climbed to an airship at over mach 21 speeds, or how her horse Swiftwind moved over 400 times the speed of light.

They also go over how she’s kicked a moon, a feat worth 44 yottatons of TNT.

Going over her feats, She-Ra’s got quite a bit. But, because of my aforementioned computer problems, I can’t really go over it here. Sorry about that.

Wonder Woman′s Preview.

The hosts start off on Themyscira, Diana’s birthplace. Where the Amazons had been isolated from the outside world for millennia. Until a War plane crash landed on their humble little island. So, they sent an ambassador, Diana Prince, who would be better known as Wonder Woman.

After the hosts go over her experience levels, we go into her arsenal.

Diana’s sword in particular can slice atoms. So, it’s going to cut through just about anything.

We get more info on her other feats, like her entire arsenal being able to be summoned at anytime, and how she’s managed to block Darkseid’s near-unavoidable Omega Beams that were supposedly unblockable.

She’s tagged Speed Force users like Professor Zoom, who was punching her at beyond lightspeed, a force equivalent to 2 Billion Megatons of force.

She’s helped move the earth, putting her strength at about 2 Quintillion tons. While she does need help for some of these feats, it’s still impressive.

Regardless, Diana has proven herself to be a Wonder of a Woman.

The Battle Itself.

Kristina is maining this fight, She-Ra was voiced by Amber May and Wonder Woman was reprised by Natalie Van Sistine. , Princesses of Wonder by Therewolf, and audio led by Chris Kokkinos.

So, we open up on them… apparently agreeing that this is a battle to the bitter end? In all honesty, both of them responding to the same threat and mistaking the other for being the enemy probably would have worked just fine. But I guess this helps them back their claim that the “FIGHT” Byte shouldn’t come back.

So, after a bit of trash-talk from Diana, the fight starts. And to be honest, the swordplay is really awesome. We even get a bit of a shockwave clash near the start of it all.

A bit more later, and Diana uses her Lasso to pull down a pillar to fall on top of the Princess of Power, which is then thrown like a javelin.

I any case, Diana does the sword halt to get herself back in the fight.

I’m gonna say it: I love this technique. I don’t care what anyone says, this technique is awesome.

A bit of Swordplay later, and She-Ra eds up on WW’s invisible jet (Fun fact: This is the first time this has been shown in a death battle).

She-Ra uses her physics-defying strength to fling it towards Diana despite lacking leverage, and Diana cuts it in half.

(RIP: Invisible Jet)

Now, a bit later, She-Ra starts wailing on Wonder Woman, and it actually looks like she’s stronger. But Diana doesn’t halt her defense.

And She-Ra eventually breaks through the Bracelets of Submission, and prepares to bring down the Amazon. So finishing blow in

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

Verdict + Explanation.

So, for starters, She-Ra… actually did have strength. Moving a moon on her own is more impressive than needing to do so with help. But Diana helping to move the Earth at all means that the power difference isn’t that massive.

So, with strength out of the way, it’s onto the rest of the stats to determine the victor.

Adora’s arsenal is technically more versatile than Diana’s, but the fact that she has to swap them out makes it more of a thing that keeps WW has to look out on her toes rather than something that is an explicit threat. Especially since not a whole lot of them were combat-suited.

Wonder Woman’s experience put her ahead. While both have been fighting for their whole life, Adora is much younger than Diana by at least two thousand years. So nothing in Adora’s arsenal is anything that Diana couldn’t handle.

Let’s talk speed.

Adora riding Swiftwind and Crystal Sun Dancer implies that she does this to compensate for her own speed. So, beinng generous and applying everything to being a reaction speed, means that Adora’s speed comes out to…

Nearly 22 Billion times the speed of light.

But, as we all know, the Shattered God feat blows that out of the water. Aside from the hotly-debated “DC’s universe is bigger than our universe” thing going on (there’s a panel explicitly saying this, can we just shut up about it?), the peices of the Shattered God were all blocked and came from across the Universe.

So, accounting for how absurdly fast that the pieces would would have to be, Diana would be moving over nine billion times faster than She-Ra in terms of reaction speed.

Not only is this far greater than the strength difference, but it also means that She-Ra wouldn’t have a whole lot of opportunities to actually land a fatal blow.

Overall impression.

I’m going to be blunt: Because of my computer problems, I saw this on my phone first, and TBH, I was largely unimpressed. Like… the swordplay’s great and all, but that’s about it. The island didn’t even blow up at the end of it! At the very least, Hulk vs. Doomsday ended with the ENTIRE CITY they were fightinng in being leveled. Thor’s fight with Wonder Woman ended with a moon blowing up. Goku vs. Superman 1 had the planet going kaboom. Thanos vs. Darkseid had the ENTIRE UNIVERSE going out. I get that the quarantine probably means that they can’t get too crazy with the animations, but really? The most damage is to Wonder Woman’s invisible jet.

There’s not enough collateral damage in this fight to really signify that these two were at all on the same power level that could move moons around. Again, the island could have at least blown up.

In addition, the swordplay was really the best thing about this fight. But there are other battles that have done it just as well or better. Like Link vs. Cloud, Sasuke vs. Hiei, Zoro vs. Erza, Power Rangers vs. Voltron, Weiss vs. Mitsuru (though, admittedly that one was mainly their stand-wannabes doing the sword fighting), Virgil vs. Sephiroth, and Guts vs. Nightmare.

Also, was anyone really expecting Diana “tagged Speed Force Users” Prince to lose the speed stat? Or Wonder “Lived for 2000+ Years” Woman to lose experience as well? Like, no offense to those rooting for She-Ra, but… C’mon. This is DC. As in, “Regularly breaks all known laws of physics and reality” DC.

Hot take: This felt like filler. Which is the biggest problem with combatants that have returned for a third time. You know them well enough that you can kinda know who they could beat and who they couldn’t. Had this been She-Ra vs. Xena or some other god-like princess that wasn’t Wonder Woman, this probably would have generated more excitement.

7.1/10 Neat swordplay, but that’s kinda all that this fight has going for it.

Next Time…

None here. All we know is that it’s Beerus vs. an unknown opponent.

Is there a fight that you want me to review? - Send an ask/request, and I’ll look into it!

Do you want to read my fanfic based around DEATH BATTLE itself? click here!

Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you next time for…

Beerus vs. ???

#review #Death Battle #Deathbattle

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endlessbucky · 6 years

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Greece (Sebastian Stan)

Words: 1141

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, rings kink, a little pain kink. This is PWP dedicated to the photos of Seb with rings in Greece.

All mistakes are mine as usual xx

When Seb told you that he had to film in Greece you were both happy and excited for him. When he told you that he wanted you to come with him, you kissed him till both of you couldn’t breathe, smiling saying yes.

In Greece everything was a dream, the country was the most beautiful you ever seen. You, when Seb was filming usually did visit alone the city, but this night Seb begged you to come to see him and you obviously went.

He was filming a scene as you were behind the director despite him begging you to be in the movie, you preferred to be behind cameras, seeing him work. He was dancing, jumping, smiling and your heart was besting fast at the sight of your boyfriend enjoying his work.

Then, you saw them. On his hands, two rings. Your mouth hung open at the sight, you didn’t see them till now. Warm spread for your tights as your mind clouded with desire. The next few hours you stared at Seb’s hands, you always had a thing for them, and now with the rings was making your pussy clench.

[...]

“What's gotten into you love?” Seb tried yo talk, but your mouth was on his again, he didn't know what happened to you to be this needy, but he was so fucking glad, he missed you all day and the adrenaline of the dancing was still on him.

Grabbing your ass he rutted on you, kissing you with fury, his teeth bit your lips leaving you breathless. “Seb, please.”

He moaned in your mouth. “Fuck baby, what got you this needy, mmh?”

“Rings, want them, on me” your voice was a murmur. Seb looked at you, his eyes darker than before.

A wide smile appeared. “My rings, you got horny because of them?” You nodded. “And you want them on you like...''. He didn’t finish.

“I want you to slap me with them please, I want them on me”

Seb’s cock swelled at your words, his pants began to feel uncomfortable as he tried to no blow on them.

“You going to be the fucking dead of me. Strip down and go to the bed. Now”

You hurriedly did what he demanded, excited and needing his hands on you. You let your summer dress slip down your body leaving yourself naked in front him. “You weren’t wearing anything under your dress? You are a fucking slut. Lay the fuck down.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words, bit your lip you lied on the bed, looking at him with innocent eyes despite that anything about this was.

“You look absolutely so damn good right now my love.”

Seb moved to your side, drinking on your sight, his cock swelled and his pant get tighter. “I can wait to bury myself inside your pussy pretty girl.”

You chocked on your own breath as he lied on top of you, kissing you deeply, you could feel his dick digging on your leg. “You are driving me crazy.”

Seb kissed you one last time before moving away from you, looking with dark eyes. “You want my rings on you?” You nodded, making him chuckle. “Then turn around and show me that ass of yours.”

You did. Seb couldn’t help but laugh at how fast you moved. His laugh died when he saw your position and how wet you were. “Fuck me.”

In four with your ass up directed to Seb, you were open to him. He could see every inch of your body and the drip of arousal sliding down your legs.

“You are already soaking and I didn’t touch you yet. This is so fucking hot. Suck on em”

You knew what he was referring, opening your lips, you let his fingers slid inside your awaiting mouth. You sucked his digits as you sucked his cock. With a moan, he watched how you sucked his fingers, his cock jumping every time your tongue twirled around. “Fuck. Stop.”

He moved to the bed, kneeling beside you, he let his hand rub against your ass, brushing his rings on it. You moaned at the feeling wanting -needing it.

“Please Seb.”

He slid his fingers on you. You moaned at the feel of the rings inside you but that wasn’t what you wanted. “Seb...”

“I love you begging. Keep doing it baby, and I will give you what you want.”

His hand kept moving inside you as you trembled and with a cry you begged for him to hit you. “Please Seb, please.”

The desperation was clear in your voice, you wanted it so bad. “Please Daddy, I’m begging you.”

Seb froze at your words, his eyes searching yours but falling. You were almost crying, eyes closed and body trembling. Without advice, he slid out of you and let his hand fall hard on your ass. The sound of the clap echoed in the room, you moaned at the feeling, the trilling pain making you even more horny. Seb didn’t stop there, his hand kept hitting you.

“That was what you wanted baby girl?” His voice was dark, he was gone, his mind was clouded with desire, the desire of destroying you. “Answer me.”

“Yessss. Oh God yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.”

With a growl he slapped one last time, unblocking his belt quickly and putting out is cock , Seb let his eyes fall on your ass, he smiled at the sight of it. “You look so damn good.” Grabbing his dick, he buried his cock inside you with a hard thrust moaning at how wet you were.

“You are so damn wet and tight, fuck.”

You let your head fall onto your arms as he thrust, you couldn’t help but moan as his lower stomach and the belt of his pants smacked your ass making the bruises that were already forming hurt. “Harder Seb, please.”

Seb obliged, wrapping his arm around your middle, he moved hard and fast against you, your pussy responded to his thrust growing tighter around him.

“You going to come, little girl? mmm?”

You managed to nod before your world turn around, seeing stars, you began to come, your pussy clenched and unclenched on Seb’s cock, he couldn’t control his thrust anymore, feeling your tightness and how wet your pussy was after coming, he let himself go. “Fuck. With a last thrust he emptied himself inside you, breathing heavily on your back.

When you both calmed down, he pulled out, kissing your neck and back as he did so, Seb rubbed your ass again with affection, seeing the bruises of his rings and the new ones caused by his pants.

“Fuck, I really love this view baby. I'll have to wear rings more often.” He laughed, turning you gentle and kissing you.

“Yeah, you definitely have to, daddy”

Forever tags (open): @lokilvrr @mrvlthomas @marvelreplay @dewy-biitch

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orphanedshadow · 5 years

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Mobile rules

Below cut for length

Mun basics HERE

Short and simple rules

> No god modding

> No smut (I have been of age for several years now, but still will not be writing it with Kara as she is asexual )

> No forcing ships

> No overly sexual stuff…if everyone keeps it in their pants then we’ll get along just fine. If not, well Kara tends to get stabby, and that’s not good for anyone involved

> No heterosexual romantic ships will occur on this blog.

> Romantic ships in general are unlikely to happen, because Kara is rather hostile.

> All non-romantic relationships are fair game and encouraged. Platonic, enemy, familial, etc.

> In hunterverse your muse will not know Kara’s true name, not even if they are a telepath, or know her family. She does not know her true name, only two people alive do, and they WILL NOT have told your muse. If you see me Rp with anyone who’s muse does know her true name it has been talked about extensively ooc, and they have explicit permission for that thread/interaction.

Things that I will block for.

> PORN BLOGS I just can’t deal with that sort of thing, I’m sorry but I can’t and I do it for my mental health.

> People who Rp as a real person (sorry guys, I just can’t)

> Using this blog only as a meme archive (reblog spamming) this is not because I mind, but because it can really mess with my notifications.

The memes I reblog on this blog are usually reblogged on my MEME BLOG as well, so please use either that, or the source if you are going to be reblogging a ton of them.

The reason for this is that it clogs the notifications and also makes me worry that I am missing things. This will likely get you a soft block (block/unblock so you are no longer following me) and if you continue to do so I may block for good.

With the meme archive thing, it is only if you reblog a large number in a short period of time. No need for reblog Karma or anything, just please don’t reblog 10+ memes in an hour

> If you godmod/metagame a lot AND are also prone to being volatile and guilt tripping those who attempt to talk about it to you then you may be blocked without warning, as things like that cause me quite a few anxiety issues.

>I have had a bad experience in the past, and now I am quite cautious about that sort of thing.

> If I am having a bad day and am being anxious about people following me I may soft-block personal blogs (if they do not have an Rp account attached that I can find and I have no idea who owns them)

It is nothing personal, and if I do not unblock right awayyou leave a message on the blocked by wall and tell me who you are/why you follow so that you are not some stranger who is here for reasons that I don’t understand then I will unblock you.

If you don’t tell me about who you are you may be reblocked if you return, as I said this is for my mental health and has nothing to do with you.

> If I block you and you do not think you broke any of the above please go HERE and follow the instructions on there, as it could very well have been a mistake.

Reasons I won’t Rp with people

> I will not Rp with people who write in the first person, it’s just one of the things that just spoils the experience for me and kills my muse, it used to be just a preference, but after a bad experience it is now something that I won’t Rp with someone for doing.

> I do not Rp with those who Rp real people.

> I tend not to follow or Rp with people who post a lot of ooc things that are guilt trips, and/or extremely aggressive things about people, once again bad experience

> I will not Rp with people who tend to reply to multi-para threads with sentences or only do sentence threads, I have tried and things like that make me lose muse for Rps very quickly and it is not fair to anyone if I try.

An exception is icon threads, but even then I would like a paragraph or so just because short replies and I just don’t work. Crack threads can break this rule, but it’s rare because I just tend to write way too much (as evidenced by these rules)

Reasons I may unfollow

> Posting a lot of short (sentence) threads that they are almost constantly replying to (it just clogs my dash and I can’t deal with it)

> Untagged NSFW (Same as porn blogs, I just can’t)

> Stuff that isn’t NSFW but is still not tagged (Incest is a big one, but there are some others too)

Using certain Fcs (They give me anxiety because of the bad experience, so lots of pictures of them on a blog mean I can’t follow it) [I’ve been getting much better about this, so this should not be a problem any more]

> Untrimmed threads

> Untagged political posts/lots of social justice stuff (Anxiety again)

> A tendency to flood the dash (I like to keep my dash relatively clean)

> A lot of NSFW (even if it’s tagged if it’s almost all that someone posts there’s really not much use for me following them, as blacklist will block all their things.)

> Excessive amounts of drama, starting witch hunts, turning people against other bloggers, etc

Further details

> I will try a Rp with everyone who wants to (so long as your character or writing doesn’t fall under one of the aforementioned categories)

> if you want a starter just use the ask box and we can start, although I am horrible about non-plotted replies and often end up losing muse for them.

> I will likely continue to Rp with people after that initial interaction, but if there are issues between the muses or our writing styles do not work well I may not.

> I might create altered verses for certain Rps, and may change Kara in some small way to make Rping possible…but that does not mean that I am going to change her completely.

At the end of the day she’s still my muse, and if you don’t like her the way she is…well that’s fine we don’t have to Rp. I am not going to make her into something she’s not just for the sake of an Rp, and I’m not going to let people bully me into changing her into something completely different for a thread or verse.

If the wording of the aforementioned rule seems harsh it is not my intention, I am simply a little paranoid because of the bad experience I had with Rping a while ago

> When it comes to Rps communication is key, I want you to message me if I lose something or you don’t think I replied so that I can either find it and link it to you or reply depending on the situation.

> I want to Rp with all of you lovelies that I follow so don’t hesitate to send me stuff. You’re not bothering me.

> Smut makes me extremely uncomfortable (at least while writing Kara) as does many other intimate situations. I prefer to keep it at a pg level for that sort of thing, and I will message you if it heads into territory I am uncomfortable with.

> Kara is not exactly an intimate person anyway so there is very little chance of her developing relationships with other muses. If your muse wants to flirt that is fine, but she will probably react in a manner that is either confused or somewhat violent depending on the approach.

> Violence is a-okay, the more the merrier, I would like to discuss most serious injuries before they occur, but if we’ve Rped a bit, or you suggest something, I’m likely to give you the go ahead, and you can have fun.

> Also no need to hold your muse back, for the most part I’m fine injuries to Kara, although I would like to have her keep all her limbs attached to her body, and in somewhat functional order unless discussed before hand.

An exception to this is if it is a thread where we have already established ooc that she is going to die. If we have Rped a lot spontaneous death may be a thing, because angst is great, and any death that happens is in an alternate verse of sorts created to kill her off.

> Please understand that Kara will not always be nice to people, she is paranoid and liable to change suddenly if she thinks someone is threatening her or her friends. She is violent when this happens and she will not hesitate to hurt people.

> Most attacks will be phrased as an attempt so that the other mun can chose if a hit lands and if it does how much damage it causes. I will not do anything permanent to someone’s muse without asking first, but if there are enemies attacking that aren’t even named I might have confirmed hits.

> If you are ever stuck on a thread just message me, I understand entirely and am willing to wait, I can also help with ideas if you don’t know where to go next.

> Gifs and icons are not always mine, those that are not are reblogged from collections under the fc tag before use

I think that’s everything so have fun and thanks for reading this. If you would be so kind as to go HERE and leave your URL so I know you have looked at this I would appreciate it.

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Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 39/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody RATING: T (so far) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

The conversation in the room continued and Thor looked over at the pair of you and opened his big mouth to speak. He must have caught that you weren’t happy enough to have received Loki’s news from Frigga, so he decided to speak up on the subject, with glee in his tone. “Brother! You should tell-”

“Not now, Thor!” Loki snapped, cutting Thor off and glaring at him, assuming correctly that Thor was about to tell you about Frigga’s cure. He didn’t want to get your hopes up until he was more sure that Frigga would come up with a cure to your vampirism. Ok, she had a cure in mind and Loki knew what it was, but he was no more sure than Frigga that it would work.

“But it is excellent news!” Thor protested loudly because he couldn’t seem to do anything quietly. You sighed and ignored the bickering brothers. They’d go on for hours and there wasn’t much in the universe that was capable of stopping them. You’d put an end to it if they got too problematic, but as long as they were just bickering and trading words, it was best to just ignore them and let them sort it out for themselves. They were both over a thousand years old and should have learned how to act like grownups by now.

So instead you reached into Loki’s pocket to steal his phone. He had a Stark-issued cell phone, as all the Avengers did. The trouble was he didn’t use the phone half the time and only knew how it worked because he wanted to prove he wasn’t an oaf like his brother.

Loki continued to glare at Thor, not seeming to notice that your hand was in his pocket. Which was impressive since Loki never let anyone get that close to him without noticing, much less touching them, much less putting their hands in his pockets. It spoke to how much he actually trusted you that it didn’t phase him. “I do not wish to discuss this at the present, brother. We are not even sure if it will work yet!”

“I’m quite sure it will work if Mother is coming up with the plan!” Thor replied, getting heated now too. It was unlike Loki to question Frigga’s abilities.

You unlocked Loki’s phone and started working on it. Of course you had Loki’s password. You had everyone’s. “Wait till I hear back from Mother and then we can tell her,” Loki bid Thor, still not noticing what you were up to.

“Tell who what?” you asked them distractedly, still tapping away at Loki’s phone.

“My mother is working on something. I will explain further as soon as she contacts me to say it is completed,” Loki told you gently, kissing the top of your head so you wouldn’t worry about whatever it was.

You looked up at him and gave him a warm smile. “I’m sure whatever she’s working on will work out. It’s your Mother after all, arguably the best magician in the realm. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing,” you told him optimistically before you returned to fiddling with his phone.

It was then that he finally looked at the phone in your hand and patted his empty pocket. “Wait a moment, isn’t that mine?” he asked you, confused as to why you had his phone.

“It is,” you agreed pleasantly, then smirked up at him. “Did you seriously not notice me taking it from the pocket of the pants you’re currently wearing?” you asked him incredulously.

“I was a bit distracted, sweetheart,” he told you with a chuckle, though you saw that his cheeks were tinted. “What are you doing with it?

You smirked up at him. “Too distracted to notice your girlfriend’s hand in your pants?” you teased before you burst into laughter. “Next you’ll be whining that I know your password,” you added and stuck your tongue out at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes at your silly antics. You smirked at his silence and went back to work. Eventually you handed it back with a grin. “Ta-da!” you announced proudly.

“What did you do to it?” he asked you confused as he took the phone back. He barely know how to do more than make a phone call and text.

“Gave you something to do before you get bored. You have an army to tend to,” you explained with a smirk. He’d been told about his army and didn’t believe any of you about it. So you showed him Tumblr and all the other social media accounts you’d set up for him. He held the phone and stared at the messages pouring in from his army. There were messages of praise, love, fan art, fanfic, all offerings to the god from his army.

“I made sure to block the Thorki tag. Don’t ask me what it means, and please for the love of all of the gods, don’t go looking to unblock it,” you told him when he was too quiet for too long. He gave you a look, but wisely didn’t ask. “Trust me, you don’t want to know,” you repeated while Stark was failing to not burst into laughter. In fact, he was on the floor rolling in laughter. “Have fun tending your army,” you bid warmly as you pulled out your own phone to follow him as well and to watch all of the drama and all of the messages pour in to tell Loki just how much his army loved him.

You noticed that Loki’s fingers didn’t move as he watched message after message pour in. He was completely lost on the world of social media and didn’t know how to deal with the outpouring of love. “You… look confused,” you told him gently. You also thought he’d looked upset. You took his phone back from him just as gently. “Here, love, I’ll turn it off. I just thought you’d like to see your army…” you said softly. He just let you take the phone, his eyes glazed and zombie-like. He wasn’t comprehending at all what he saw.

“I’m sorry…” you told him softly and quickly removed all the social media from it before you locked it again and handed it back to him. He was still dazed, so you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, since that usually calmed your Loki when he was upset. “I’m sorry, love, I’m sorry,” you told him softly. You’d only wanted to do something nice for him.

He seemed to finally shake himself out of his shock and stupor. “What was all of that?” he asked you confused and overwhelmed.

You slowly began to explain how the mortals liked to make and keep friends across the internet so they created certain places on the internet where they can talk about shared interests. You also explained how those were messages from his army of fans.

A sorrowful expression bloomed on his face. “I have never had that many people actually like me that much before. Everyone on Asgard mostly tried to be in my company for my rank or power,” he told you softly as he leaned into your touch, relaxing as your fingers stroked his hair. He let you pull his head down onto your shoulder.

“It’s alright, Lokes. Not everyone’s like the people on Asgard. You know that now, and for now, that’s enough,” you told him gently. He nodded and closed his eyes, purring softly at your fingers still running through his hair. You placed a soft kiss on his forehead while he dozed off in your arms. You smiled sadly and continued petting his hair. It was still amazing how he preened over even a tiny bit of affection. And how much he trusted you to fall asleep in your arms in the common room. You moved him slowly so he’d be more comfortable, pillowing his head in your lap, where you could continue running your fingers through his hair. You still felt bad for overwhelming and upsetting him like that, though. “I’m sorry, love. I thought you’d like seeing your army…” you whispered sadly. You really had intended to do something nice for him.

He woke after about an hour of dozing. “Hey, Lokes,” you greeted him when he opened his eyes again. Your fingers were still running through his hair. It really did calm and relax him when you did it.

He levered himself up from your lap and looked at you with bleary eyes as he tried to wake. “How long was I asleep?” he asked you.

“About an hour or so,” you replied softly, gently, unsure of his mood. “Are you alright?” you asked him, worried you’d really upset him with your stunt with his army. There was an edge of sorrow to your tone. You really hadn’t wanted to upset him.

“I’m alright. That was just unexpected is all,” he tried to reassure you.

You weren’t easily reassured. You nodded. “Don’t worry, I removed it from your phone. You don’t have to deal with it again,” you reassured him softly, looking down at your lap, still worried he was really upset.

Loki could read you too well though, and could see that you were still worried. He jumped to reassure you. “I’m alright, darling, I promise. I was just surprised I how much these people who don’t know a thing about me seem to love me. It will just take me a little time to adjust. I thought the army was a joke…” he tried so hard to reassure you. You weren’t convinced. You just nodded absently and gave him a small wan smile. It was the best you could do. Loki leaned over to kiss you. “How can I put your smile back on your face, my love?” he asked you gently.

“Don’t worry about it, Lokes,” you replied, still feeling bad and trying desperately to figure out how to fix it.

“I’m fine, darling. Stop worrying,”

You rolled your eyes and huffed at him. “Don’t lie to me, Odinson,” you told him firmly. He was obviously notok and hadn’t been since you’d been a moron and stolen his phone to make updates he hadn’t wanted.

Loki looked at you, shocked by your outburst. It wasn’t like you. “Sweetheart, I was shocked. That’s all it was. Stop beating yourself up over it,” he pulled you into a hug. “I’m alright, kitten,” he promised you as he held you to him.

Clint finally peeked his head in to save the dya. “C'mon kids, dinner’s ready,” he told you all, but especially you and Loki who should nothave gotten lumped in as a kid. And yet he had. And only complained about it most of the time.

He nudged you and unwrapped his arms from around you. “Come on, darling. Time to eat something,” he urged you gently. You nodded dully and stood to get up to head to dinner.

Thor clapped Loki on the shoulder before he automatically followed you. “You know she gets emotional when she has not eaten, and it is only worse when she has made you sad,” Thor reminded him kindly before he got himself too worried over you.

Loki sighed and sorrow filled his eyes. “I know. I just hate seeing her like this. She’s usually so full of sunshine,”

Thor gave him a warm smile. “Ask her to do something with you after dinner, play that stupid fighting game with the yellow lightning-mouse with her or something. It will cheer her up and if you ask her, then she will know you are not mad at her,” Thor suggested, sounding actually reasonable and non-oafish for once. Except for the part where he called pikachu a yellow lightning-mouse.

Loki gave his brother a smile and came into the dining room. He came up behind you to whisper in your ear. “How about you and I go on a little stroll outside after dinner? You can enjoy the remaining sunlight now with the pendant I gave you,” he reminded you warmly. You hadn’t tested it out terribly much.

You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Sure, sounds like fun,” you told him brightly.

“Great. Now eat,” he told you firmly and handed you a glass of yarbarah. You rolled your eyes, but smiled at how determined he was to take care of you by summoning spiced blood wine for you.

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