#i love you dorky alien man
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I like how when Shepard finds Garrus on Omega she’s like “So.. archangel, huh?” and he’s like embarrassed about it like please i’m just Garrus to you and then in mass effect 3 he’s like “btw i’m archangel”, “did you know I’m shepard’s bad boy boyfriend aka archangel”
#it's so funny#i love you dorky alien man#shakarian#garrus vakarian#mass effect#mass effect 2#mass effect 3#mine
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this thought has been running around in my head for weeks and your König hcs are my favorite… so here i go
what icks do you think our König has? ik he may consider himself to fall in the “beggars can’t be choosers” category but i am just so curious… 🤔
FAVORITE?! 💞 you are so correct about the “beggars can’t be choosers” mentality. König is very much aware of how other people tend to view him as some creepy, stupid brute. i think that there is certainly a lot that bothers him, mostly attributed to his past, but none of it is an actual dealbreaker in any sense. you’re likely to be met with a cold shoulder and a bit of trust diminished at most. the majority of his “icks” are just him picking up on red flags. the gross or awkward things are just cute to him!
A very “vapid” approach to interests and such is going to make him concerned. König does not understand trends, or liking something simply because someone else does. He equates keeping up with pop culture and fashion as being similar to the children that tortured him in the past (So: popular kids with popular hobbies). Authenticity is held in high regard here. The stranger and more alienated that you are, the more compatible and similar you two may be in his mind.
This said, König would go feral seeing you in one of those pretty dresses or outfits that are all the rage. Dressing like a cute milkmaid for a picnic date, playing some sweet love song for him that you may have picked off a viral video, etc. He’s not exactly in touch with these things so he’s no proper judge or jury here.
Being too pushy. There’s a fine line there that’s not to be crossed. He much prefers playing the role of a leader rather than being a submissive follower. He’ll boast about being your devotee, worship like a dog at your feet, but he likes to feel in control of the relationship and what goes on within it.
He’ll never tell you directly that yes, his anxiety will be gnawing at his guts if you plead with him to come along with you to a commonly crowded mall, and expects that a simple rejection should suffice. It’s likely he would keep hushed about the fact that your frustrated pleading actually turns him on, too.
Being unnecessarily cruel. The man gets cruelty, he’s paid in abundance for it. But women should be sweet and soft. If you’re talking poorly about another person, using words like “ugly” or a slur of some kind, how are you any better than some bully? It does not matter that the victim can not hear you speaking about them, what matters is that he can. It would send him into a spiral of thinking that each time you two have had an argument, you’re likely cruelly chattering about him to your friends afterward.
Yet… he is very much the type to shoot an inept employee a glare and make demands. He will call his fellow operators all sorts of things when he returns from a mission gone wrong. König is the king of double standards here.
By extension, dogging him/his work/his interests is sure to bother him. König likes to believe that he’s done the work to make himself more pleasing now: trained his body through the military to give himself the stature women seem to drool over, covers what he can of his face when it’s socially acceptable so that others don’t harp on an unpleasant glimpse, even thinks of himself as some sort of chivalrous gentleman (very easy to do so as no one gets a peek at what goes on in his mind). His work, not therapy, is where he gets to blow off steam in a justifiable, honorable way. Sure, he’s got some dorky, juvenile interests, but they’re things that he enjoys.
Talk of previous relationships/sex would immediately make his blood boil! Even if it’s said to assure him that he’s better than a former lover. He’s just very jealous and if he were to be blunt, he would tell you he is addicted to the relationship and doesn’t want to think of anyone else ever having what he does currently. It’s best not to mention any past you may have had unless you care to answer a series of questions. “Were they better in bed?”… “Full name?” … “When did you last see them?”
Ironically, if you already have children, he would absolutely adore the stepdad role. It’s not so much as a challenge, then, only the glee that comes with getting to play savior for more than one person.
Infidelity. Whether in a past relationship or in a current one with him. The thought of you ever cheating on him, emotionally or physically, would tear him apart. Something as simple as a fantasy of wanting two or more men to serve you is filed messily in his brain with this, too. Same with you confessing to finding another man attractive, whether a celebrity, someone entirely fictional, or even some random civilian padding by on the sidewalk. All of that counts as some minute form of infidelity to König. He does not share.
He’s guilty of threesome fantasies, guilty of staring down a woman that he finds attractive… he just doesn’t act on these things, holds his tongue and huffs that he certainly wasn’t looking and would never want to fuck any one other than you. It does not really occur to him that those things are normal, especially in long term relationships.
Bear in mind that this is all from a man who almost entirely lacks shame. He’s comfortable with himself now (somewhat). He has no qualms with chewing the skin around his fingernails when he’s stressed out, picking his nose in front of you, shitting with the bathroom door wide open, or talking with his mouth full when he’s just that engaged in a conversation. I think it’s only fair to include some of the things he does that may be repulsive!
Absolutely clueless when it comes to seeing you cry. He has no idea how to comfort someone properly as he never really had that. His solution seems to be hovering over you and asking a thousand questions or just draping himself over you and letting your arms curl over him for comfort.
Would kiss you with his eyes open. Not his fault that you’re so pretty and he doesn’t want to miss a moment of it. Not always, but once is bad enough.
Would absolutely send you an “I miss you” text the day after your first date. Will also tell you that he’s in love with you the first time you have sex.
Will get hyperfixated on historical weapons and will absolutely purchase some rusted, ancient relic without telling you beforehand. It gets well polished and loved, then displayed on your living room wall.
Loves talking about his kills. He’s proud, because if there’s one thing that he’s good at it’s knowing where to shoot or stab or punch. He knows to hold his tongue about the more grisly details around someone delicate, but more often than not he is prone to slip-ups.
Will use your toothbrush without asking.
Thinks he’s very skilled and very cool because he can trim up any overgrown facial hair with a pocket lighter. It is not cool. There’s a razor and shaving cream right there. He may not burn himself, but it’s not exactly pleasant to have your bathroom smelling of burned hair.
Does not have a lick of fashion knowledge. Plain t-shirts, jeans, combat boots, maybe a belt if he cares to bother with it at most. At the least, when he’s at home, you can expect him to indulge in some nudist fantasy because it’s unlikely he will bother to wear a thing. Maybe socks.
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Damn the more I hear about Velma the worst it gets. This saddens me because I've been watching Scooby since before I could talk :(
Mainly what I'm seeing is that someone has contempt for the series + their own ideas for their own incredibly generic show and rather than make something unique, they're just insulting an established series.
My biggest gripes so far:
1. How tf do you got a Scooby Doo show without Scooby Doo? Is he too kiddy for your generic ugly adult cartoon?
2. Shaggy- oh sorry, NORVILLE. Look, I have no problem with the race thing- my literal main issue is that he's called SHAGGY for a reason. How hard is it to give him thick hair? On top of that they make him an actual druggie- let's pretend there's not some subtle racism behind making the perceived 'stoner' of the group black- it's boring. Yes yes we know the gang is a bunch of stoners, but isn't it funnier when it's just IMPLIED? Isn't it funnier that a man just REALLY FUCKING LOVES DOG TREATS and is willing to risk his life on a regular basis for god damn DOG TREATS? Instead they just turn him into yet another Seth Rogan tier predictable disappointment
3. The overall mischaracterization from what I'm seeing just... sucks, and again, I think part of that comes from a contempt for the series. You don't have to make the characters assholes to make them likeable! I know Rick and Morty and Seth McFarland have poisoned the well for a lot of people but you really don't!
Across the franchise there's plenty of fun ways to interpret the characters:
Fred: himbo that loves his friends, dad friend barely holding it together, obsessed with traps- take your pick, none of these are spoiled boring asshole rich kid.
Daphne: if you're opposed to damsel in distress, how about the cool martial artist fashionista made prevalent in the What's New Scooby Doo series or the live action movies? What about being a good reporter? Hell, even her goofy dorky self in Be Cool Scooby Doo is better than the stereotypical snooty popular girl. Props at least for keeping the red hair.
"Norville" is not a self friend zoning beta male and he's not really obsessed with drugs. Literally the man across DECADES of this franchise is ridiculously talented. Ventriloquism, improv acting, gymnast and athlete- seriously, why do you think they have him and the dog constantly running away from monsters and leading them into traps? The man was literally so good at that that he became a COACH. for MONSTERS. Let's also not forget that he was a race car driver! And had a hot girlfriend! In fact, fuck this friend zoned beta male shit- Shaggy literally pulls more girls (and men I think) in the entire franchise than the others COMBINED. If anything he should have dense harem protagonist energy. I'm talking more than Velma, dude also pulled her LITTLE SISTER- and she was okay with it because she knows he's a good guy(mind the AUs)! Pulled a girl that was kinda a monster fucker for him specifically when he was a werewolf, an actual fucking alien, several foreign girls of various nationalities, several average girls, a crazy but hot redneck girl that tried to SCHWOOSCH his bones after seeing the red shirt ONCE, pretty sure he did something good for Daphne to hang out with him for so long with just a bunch of dogs and a random kid they picked up, very sure actual monsters fell for him- and he's a nerd! He and his beloved best friend the talking dog are massive nerds! I reckon people still latch onto that and think he's the stereotypical nerd but no, no, Shaggy has so much going for him! Not to mention- not to mention! Animal lover! Doy! How do you miss that? He's always paired with the animals! The man is a collective family friend of the entire Doo clan! Every time there's a guest appearance with a non human entity, he's hanging out with them!
Velma... alright look. I'm about to say something real controversial. Real controversial. You ready? She is kinda boring and bland. She's smart and a good investigator, but really? This is who you base the show on? Recently she was allowed to be bisexual- that's great! She's well read, well informed, and if you want to skip the bitchy "its me or the dog" persona from Mystery Inc or the snooty geek from Be Cool, you could fall back to the quiet but cute and thoughtful personality she had in A Pup Named Scooby Doo. If not, she's just boring. I feel like most of the hype for her comes from memes or the people that think they're unique for finding her more attractive than Daphne (you're not btw). Like what does she do that the others cannot do? I'm pretty sure Daphne can do her job but without the min max on intelligence and some points in kicking ass. In fact, why are Fred and Daphne the assholes when Velma in TWO separate series has been the judgey bitch and overall asshole? If anything she should would fit the perfect "beta incel self perceived victim that's actually just a massive douche" trope!
And Scooby. First off fuck the writers for not including my boi. Second, you really couldn't make an adult comedy of a talking dog? If Scooby said fuck- scuze me, 'ruck'- I'd cry laughing! If Scooby was the druggie and Shaggy was normal, that'd be hilarious! Literally if they took every negative trait they forced onto the others and put it onto Scooby, you'd literally have a prime adult cartoon character right there. He's a gag character! Utilize it! I know in the recent series he's been pushed to the side for the others, but he's literally a comedic gold mine waiting to happen! Make him an arsonist! Make him have questionable opinions! It'd be hilarious because he's a literal dog that can't speak understandably half the time!
Look, if you want to make an "adult scooby doo" then I guess I can't stop you. Velma ain't how you do it though.
Btw before anyone jumps on me to defend the new show, the creator of the series supports JKR soooo
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Yandere Venom (1/2)
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Using gn pronouns for this one, per the request anon.
*Dedicated to @animefan3223! I love you and hope you feel better soon :)
“I hope you don’t mind,” the rather frail, dorky man commented, sliding himself onto the benchpress. “I’m just a little out of shape after being stuck in the hospital for so long, so…”
I sent him a reassuring grin. “Not at all. I’ll be right here to spot you until you get the hang of it, sir.”
I stretched my arms, examining closely as the gym member clasped his arms around the bar and pushed it. His face contorted with exhaustion and I was about to recommend something lighter, but he seemed so determined. I wanted to make further inquiries about his injuries, but I’d at least wait until he was taking a breather. This local gym was known for having friendly clientele, and I was hoping I was part of that spectrum.
He lifted the bar to his chest. My hands were ready to help him out when needed, but he managed to do one rep with ease. Then two. Then three. I was starting to wonder if he even needed a spotter —
“Oh, uh, Y/n, hey. Didn’t think I’d see you around.”
I gasped and looked up. I recognized the voice instantly, coming face to face with Eddie Brock - my ex-fiancé. I resisted a sigh, because either he came here on purpose or he genuinely never learned where I worked in the two years we were together. It was all in the past, though, and I strained a polite smile.
“Uh, hey, Ed. Do you need something?”
The client placed the bar back on, grinning. Even though his face was red and the glasses slid down his nose, he looked fairly refreshed. He stretched his arms, glancing between the two of us. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but was my form alright?”
I sent him a smile. “Perfect, actually. It’s like you’ve been at it for years without stopping.”
“I guess I can add a couple extra pounds on, then.”
“Great. Good job, buddy,” Eddie interrupted again. “So, Y/n, about that. I just, uh, wanted to catch up now that I know you work here, so —“
“Not right now, Ed. I’m on the job. You got that, sir?”
“It’s just Neil.”
“Right. Neil. You’re dong a great job so far.”
Eddie was still hovering awkwardly, and it took every fibre of my being not to snap at him. I directed a not-so-subtle glare his direction, and the man teetered his balance between his feet. He adorned a tank top and cargo shorts, but from the state of his physique, he wasn’t as in shape as he used to be when we were engaged a few years ago.
He noticed my eyes boring into him and sent an abashed smile. I went to scowl, but suddenly, the client’s arm gave out and he yelped. A curse escaped my lips as my hands ducked underneath the bar just in time, catching it with ease. Neil panted and I helped raise it back onto the shelving.
“Shit…!” he muttered, sitting up straight and gripping at his right arm. “It gave out.”
“No worries. I should’ve been paying more attention,” I mumbled in reassurance. “Eddie, if you need something, just talk to me later. Go do your own thing. Please?”
The man gulped and nodded. He was sweating profusely, forcing a grin. “U - uh, I mean, yeah. Sure thing. Sorry about that, Y/n.”
I rolled my eyes, watching as he stalked over to a treadmill. My attention returned to Neil, who’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I mustered a friendly grin and patted his back energetically. “You still got it. Maybe just take it easy. Do some stretches or cardio.”
“Do you have any recommendations for that?”
“I think there’s a yoga class going on right in the other room, actually,” I mused. “If you’re interested, go ahead and drop by for a free session. After that, you’ll have to pay additional fees.”
“Ah - thank you. I’ll do that. Have a nice day.”
“You too.”
After the man grabbed his water bottle and headed in the general direction of the class, I sighed in pure irritation. It had been a while since I stumbled across Eddie Brock. His life had certainly taken an adventurous turn when he ended up with some alien pet attached to his hip, and although he previously texted often before that, he’d gone radio silent up until now.
Edie Brock always managed to get on my nerves before and he certainly was now.
I surveyed the gym, but my gaze returned to Eddie. He’d broken a sweat already, and I was somewhat caught off guard when inky black slime appeared from his shoulder and formed a floating head. It attracted other nearby gym users as well, and rightfully so. At the perfect angle, I could see the monster’s wide smile and I could hear a distant - but deep - voice, completely different from Eddie’s.
I crossed my arms in intrigue, leaning against one of the many pillars in the vast complex. Eddie, clearly agitated about whatever the alien was talking about, began swatting. The head dodged each time, and a rumbling laughter echoed in the gym. Many people glared in annoyance, but Eddie was too caught up with the agitating alien to notice.
The head peered in my direction. We made brief eye contact, but I took in the odd features. I’d seen footage online of the entire creature, but witnessing it in person was far more different. It had a tooth grin that spread to inhumane lengths and glowing, yellow eyes. It was fairly smooth, except for the imitating sweat that rolled down the sides of its head like a waterfall.
Eddie’s footing was lost in a split second, and the alien seemed to allow it to happen, hovering in place as the man tripped and fell face-flat on the machine. Out of habit, I stood straight, about to walk over. However, ink spilled from his body and he got up with ease, still complaining loudly. I blinked in confusion, and both the alien and his human friend peered over at me.
Horror dawned Eddie’s expression as he turned away. Out of frustration and embarrassment, he turned the machine off completely and headed off to god knows where. I sighed in relief, glad that my rather obsessive ex was shamed out of the gym by his alien friend and would hopefully not bother me again anytime soon.
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Tate <3 : shift’s over soon, right?
Me : yeah, just heading out. see u soon, babe.
Me : also, today was super stressful. I’ll tell u about it when I get home, kay?
I was about to send the message, squinting my eyes as I exited the gym, but I suddenly bumped into someone. I gasped, the phone slipping from my grasp and colliding with the ground. I was about to apologize profusely, not expecting someone to enter the gym right before closing time.
“I’m sorry —“
“No, no, I am —“
I peered up, and in the street lamps and car headlights, I recognized him instantly. Eddie Brock, seemingly a lot less tense, was standing before me with a panicked and awkward expression. A scowl immediately tugged against my lips and I leaned down to pick up my phone.
The man had the same idea, crouching and reaching. Our hands overlapped with one another as he apologized several times, but I was quick to swat at him. He still fumbled with his words as I snatched up my phone and stood up straight.
I glanced over my phone. Great. A few extra cracks coated the surface. Thanks, Eddie.
“I - I didn’t mean to run into you like that, Y/n —“
“What do you want, Eddie?” I snapped, shoving my phone into my pocket. “I’m busy. Whatever it is, can you just text me if it’s that goddamn important?”
Eddie froze in place, eyes wide and embarrassed. Even in the darkness, I could see how flustered he was, a deep blush coating his cheeks. There was scraggly hair across his jaw, just enough to indicate that he hadn’t bothered to shave this morning. He was wearing casual clothes, too, jeans and a teeshirt. He shoved his hands into his pocket, shuffling his foot against the cement.
“You, uh, blocked me, so…”
I rolled my eyes, about to take out my phone to unblock. However, his arm shot out and I paused, sending him a warning glare. He gulped anxiously before withdrawing his hand. I watched him warily.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Um… I’m sorry for, uh, getting on your nerves earlier,” he started, voice wavering nervously. “I was just… wondering how you were doing recently. I didn’t really have a way to keep in touch, so…”
I quirked a brow and crossed my arms. “Why does my livelihood concern you, Eddie? It’s been, fucking, two years now at least.”
“Actually,” he corrected,” Two years and seven months. And three days, but, uh, who keeps count of something like that? I sure don’t. It’s just, uh, we’re friends, aren’t we? I mean, just because all that happened… Well, I, uh, care abut you, Y/n.”
“I can tell, Eddie,” I sighed rubbing my forehead in irritation. “Of course you kept count. Listen, Eddie, you really need to let go —“
“I just think we ended things on the wrong foot, is all —“
“Life moves on, pal —“
“What we had was something really special —“
“Just fucking shut up, Eddie!” I barked. The man fell silent, and I could tell how unhappy he was about how everything was going. “Can’t you take a hint? We’re not lovers, we’re not friends, and you’re literally a fucking stranger to me. Get that into your thick skull.”
Silence fell between us. I was fuming while Eddie’s shoulders slumped in depressive defeat. He could no longer make eye contact with me, and from how his eyes twitched, I could tell there was some sort of inner debate going on.
And then, he caved, turning his head away completely. “…Can I at least, uh, know if you’re doing alright?”
I exhaled out of sheer relief. I felt the stress wash off me as my thoughts returned to Tate. I held up my left hand, shaking it vigorously. He looked, and his entire body tensed. Because sitting on my ring finger was a ring. I almost felt bad for the guy. He was trying and he was trying hard.
“Listen, Ed, if you wanted to ‘catch up,’ you should’ve done it years ago. It’s over. I moved on. And I’m sorry for being harsh, but you really should, too.” I yielded no response, even when I lowered my hand. His age chased it, and he was clearly in a state of shock. “Have a good night.”
I started walking away, shoving my hands into my pocket in the direction of my nearby apartment.
“Fuck! Venom, don’t!”
I turned around, curious as to what was going on, but the moment I did, something black and inky stretched from Eddie’s body like a slinky and grasped onto my upper arm. Immediately, a shriek escaped, and it was clear from Eddie’s expression that the alien was attempting to take over but was being rivaled by Eddie.
I struggled at it, but the inky substance just read over my shoulder and tugged me closer like a game of tug of war. My sneakers were squeaking against the cement and I squirmed. Eddie was doing the same, swatting at the stretched out slime. It was oddly flesh-like, as even when I poked and prodded at it, it only seemed to solidify further.
A scream threatened to escape, but I knew that because of Venom’s reputation as a hero, nobody would intervene. I would be made out to be a villain. I kept sliding across the cement until my legs caved out completely and I fell to the ground.
“Venom, stop! Or I swear to god —“
“Or you swear to god what, Eddie?” a deep voice boomed audibly, the same head from earlier seeping from his backbone. “You’ll let them get away again? Just like before?”
“Please!” I pleaded. “D - don’t hurt me. I ha - haven’t done anything wrong!”
“You’re scaring them, dude! Just let her go!”
The head exchanged glances between us. A few tears had escaped and I managed to scrape my bare elbow against the ground. The beast was still grinning, and yet, as it stared me down, it changed to a shut-mouthed frown. It sighed lowly and dissolved back into Eddie’s flesh and blood.
I scrambled to my feet, a few sobs escaping. Eddie looked just as broken, motioning wildly. He was at a lost for words as he reached toward me. I turned, starting to walk away.
“Y/n, I - I’m sorry! That just means he likes you, I swear!”
I sent him a scowl, not stopping. “Tell him that the feeling’s not mutual.”
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Eddie had never been so heartbroken and defeated, even during the weeks passing the break-up. He remembered it like yesterday; one moment, happy as can be, and the next, they’d packed their stuff up unannounced and called him a selfish deadbeat. It hurt like hell.
But, what was even worse, was that now his alien compadre had messed up any chance he had. ‘Stop moping around and grow some balls,’ he said. ‘Just talk to them,’ he said. ‘Don’t let them go,’ he said. And now, they was walking away, thinking even more lowly of him than ever.
“Hey man, the fuck was that about?” he boomed desperately, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. Y/n was far enough away that yelling hardly concerned them, and yet, he couldn’t stop watching them. “How could you just do that? What, did you think you could scare them into submission or something?”
“Well…” Venom’s voice grumbled in slight embarrassment from inside Eddie’s mind.
“Well?” he snapped.
“Well, yes, actually.”
Eddie facepalmed instantly. “Jesus Christ. This whole thing is fucked. Never should’ve visited in the first place. I mean, they’re literally engaged!”
Venom went silent, detecting how peeved Eddie was. Sure, the symbiote cared. He cared just as much as Eddie did, if not more so. Because, for him, they were one of the same. Same body, same mind, she feelings. Venom just wasn’t a coward who watched the love of his life from a distance instead of actually doing something about his lingering feelings.
“There’s still something we can do,” Venom spoke carefully.
“What, man? What can we still do?”
“We need to follow. The fiancé of their’s… is a problem.”
Before Eddie could say or do anything, Venom took control. His ink spilled from his pores and covered every inch of his body. Only half of Eddie’s visage was visible due to Venom’s kindness, but other than that, he’d completely transformed into a bulky and strong alien shape.
Venom let out a low, rumbling chuckle. Some people had their heads hanging out of their car windows, taking photos with flash. They gleamed against Venom’s skin, but the monster paid it no heed. Eddie was still reeling from the heartbreak that, honestly, he didn’t care if Venom fucked things up even more. He was a goner the moment he set foot in the gym.
He was a goner the moment he let Y/n walk out that door all those years ago.
Venom suddenly outstretched his hand. He dived into an alleyway at top speed, using his inhuman strength to grasp onto the side of a building. As well-put-together and confident Venom feigned himself to be, he was just as concerned. Concerned that, for the sake of his and Eddie’s happiness, he’d have to do something a bit more drastic.
He bounded across the rooftops, oddly quiet. And then, as Y/n was spotted down below, shivering from the cold, he stopped. Eddie gulped, already knowing where this was going. It had been a while since Eddie trailed after them. In fact, he only stopped once Venom came into his life a few months ago. And, somehow, Eddie failed to realize the love of his life had gotten engaged amidst all of the city chaos.
Y/n turned the corner, peering over their shoulder. It was clear who they were looking for; Venom. But, much to their joy, of course they couldn’t see him. Venom was right above them, clinging to one of the sky scrapers. For someone so on edge, it was odd that they didn’t notice the pictures people were taking of the buildings above Y/n.
They kept walking. And then, a flew blocks down, they disappeared into a new and unfamiliar apartment complex. It was far larger than anything Eddie and Y/n had in the past. As Venom climbed up the various windows, they realized Y/n was living penthouse style. But, on the plus side of them dating someone far more endowed, rich penthouses were very open and spacious. So, that meant that, depending on what floor they were looking at, they could easily locate Y/n and the dreaded fiancé and see what the hell they were on about.
“This isn’t stalking, is it?” Eddie inquired carefully in a hushed voice, despite being very high off the ground where nobody could hear them. “I mean, we’re allowed to do this, right?”
“Eddie. This is stalking.”
Some fo the various penthouse owners noticed the odd alien creature climbing up the side of the building. Others didn’t, simply ignoring the odd shadow that passed over their apartment. And, as they climbed to about the tenth or eleventh floor, they noticed a woman sitting on a couch watching television while the front door opened.
“Shit!” Eddie cursed, but Venom was on top of it. He slid down the glass just below, peering the large head right through the large panes of glass. Y/n hadn’t noticed at all. The room was too dimly lit. Instead, they were kicking off their shoes.
Venom was an alien. And that meant his hearing was far superior to the average human’s.
“I’m back, babe!” Y/n called.
The fiancé had been snoring, only a poof of curly, blonde hair draped over the back of the couch. She suddenly sat up, a snore being cut short. Y/n laughed, apologizing at the same time, but the fiancé rose to meet their lover with a warm hug.
Y/n reciprocated, nuzzling into their significant other. As the hug ended, the fiancé placed a chaste kiss on Y/n’s cheeks. Eddie knew he didn’t have the right to, but his insides burned with jealousy. And, with Venom feeling everything he felt, the emotion was only turned up tenfold.
“God, what happened to you?” the fiancé fretted. “You’re all scratched up!”
Only as the couple gained some distance between each other did Eddie and Venom truly take in the fiancé’s appearance. She was pretty. Too pretty. She had golden hair that had natural curls and was a fairly petite woman. Y/n was far taller. She was dressed in her pajamas, consisting of a tank top and underwear. She was fairly cushy and fluffy with lots of curves, and it was no wonder Y/n fell for her. Especially if she was that… caring all the time.
Y/n sighed and shook their head. “Yeah. Today was total shit. My ex showed up at work to harass me. He left, but then as I was leaving, he showed up again! And this is the really obsessive and annoying one. Eddie Brock. The one that literally saved planet earth and all that because he’s half alien now. You’d think he’d move on to greener pastures, but nope.”
“You’re kidding! The alien did that to you?”
“Yeah. I would’ve thought it was pretty cool and exotic if I wasn’t scared shitless.”
The fiancé sighed and shook her head. She led Y/n by the arm over to the couch. Instead of letting the mood be ruined by Eddie’s ‘annoying’ existence - it physically hurt the man to hear that -, she pulled Y/n on top of her and unpaused the movie on the screen. It was in the middle of some chick flick, but Y/n didn’t voice any complaints.
Even though Eddie knew they hated chick flicks with a passion.
It stung and it stung a lot to see the human Venom adored with all of his slash Eddie’s being be so intimate with another person. And yet, as irrational as Venom was for an alien, he could read Eddie’s thoughts. And, for the first time, as the couple engaged in something far more rated R, he felt discouraged.
But then, it was a lightbulb went off in his head.
“Eddie,” he grumbled suddenly. “I have an idea.”
Eddie piped up immediately, replying,” Wh - what?”
“We’ll do it tomorrow.”
~~~
I pulled up to my future wife’s workplace. As I parked the car and stepped outside, though, horror immediately dawned on me. The bottom-right side of the hospital was lit ablaze, and the entire parking lot was being filled by various doctors, patients, and visitors alike. Screams echoed in the air and I was left frozen in shock. My eyes scanned the entrance, praying that Tate would exit. The woman had to. But I knew that her kindness knew no bounds, and she’d end up prioritizing her patients.
The police and fire department had surely been alerted by now. I shoved my phone into my back pocket, the donuts I’d brought for Tate as a surprise long since forgotten. They’d probably melt in the car, but I couldn’t care less. I began walking through the severely crowded parking lot, and as I made my way through the bulk of the crowd, I paused in the entrance.
“Tate?” I called, although it was easily drowned out by everyone else’s screams and cries of terror. “Tate, where are you?”
I was shoved to the ground. The people were beginning to disperse, some complete with the hospital bed itself. Some with IV bags. And same in wheelchairs. Panic washed over me as I could see clearly into the entrance. Tate wasn’t in sight, and that scared the shit out of me. After such a difficult existence, I dreaded the thought of losing the one person I adored to a fucking fire.
I rose to my feet, planning to head inside. I took but one step, and then relief washed over me.
Tate emerged from around a corner, hauling dozens of kids with her. They must’ve been from the chemo-therapy ward because most had lost their hair or were in wheelchairs. Tears sprung to my eyes and I beckoned for her. She was panting, and yet, there wasn’t a trace of fear on her expression. She was far too focused on getting the kids out, accompanied by several other doctors and nurses.
“Y/n!” she called, a smile spreading to her cheeks. “Help me with the kids!”
I did so, entering and pushing two of the wheelchairs further. Once everyone was safely in the parking lot, I realized that reinforcements - other than ambulances - had yet to arrive. They were sounding in the distance, but somehow, the fucking news reporters beat the people who’s lives depended on them.
The moment Tate set down the loast child, ushering them to ambulances, I enveloped her in a warm hug. She reciprocated, cooing softly. “Why… are you here?” she inquired, although gratefulness laced her tone.
“I - I was dropping off a snack for you,” I gushed, before separating to look her over. “God, are you okay? Did you get burned at all —?”
“I’m fine, Y/n,” she giggled. “I just had to help in any way I could. It’s my job.”
I scrunched up my nose and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Fuck. I was scared I could’ve lost you.”
Suddenly, a crash came from the building. Gasps erupted across the parking lot. Some cheers escaped others, and that’s when Tate and I saw him. Crashing into the building was Venom himself, here to save the day and serve his 'fellow’ man.
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HOW ABOUT THAT WINE?
pairing: garrus "archangel" vakarian x fem!shepard
inspiration: @chestharrington’s lazy ghoul's kinktober → week one: love making
warnings: 18+ content, mdni; mass effect 2 spoilers & references, dorky fluff, dom smut vibes, lovey dovey, p in v, cunnalingus, human anatomy, etc.
word count: ~3.4k
note: it is the beginning of kinktober, y'all! straight from a writing hiatus and right into some alien (*cough* turian) smut. let's get freaky kinky dinky babes...
You're crazy about him. Abundantly crazy. There isn't a minute - no, a second that goes by where his name isn't scribbled all over your mind. The way he makes you feel, god. It's almost like he doesn't even know what power he holds over you.
You thought a shower might help clear your mind, but it only gave you a room filled with steam and thoughts. You are already red hot, pink in the cheeks from just saying good night after your last mission. He shot you a smile and you instantly turned into an absolute puddle. Does he even know the power he holds over you?
Garrus Vakarian is all you can think about - clothed, armored, naked. Nothing else matters.
And yet, some how - some way, this man has no idea what he does to you. He walks around the Normandy without a single care in the world. Not knowing in the slightest how quick you'd drop to your knees, begging him to carry you up to your cabin and fuck you better than you've ever had.
For now, there's only simple greetings and salutations. Professionalism at its max, seeing as you are his superior. God, you could hear Alliance HR calling after your last conversation with Garrus.
All that talk about how turians like to release some stress after harrowing missions... Now, after every mission, you bite your tongue until you can scream into your pillow.
Brushing your hair back, you let the warm water sink into your scalp. You hope - no, pray that these feelings go away. At least until the squad gets through the Omega-4 Relay, if we make it back.
The pipes squeak as you hastily turn off the water. You throw the towel over your body, soaking up all the moisture from your slick skin. Another towel to your face as you reach the corners of your eyes and rub the texture against the tops of your cheeks. Your hair is still wet as you tie it into a loose bun. Strands fall without any distinct pattern around your head.
One last wrap around your body, and you make your way back into the cabin. As you turn the corner, you catch a glimpse of the sweetest, most delicate man wearing his nicest blues and with wine in hand.
"Hey," he says with that dark melodic voice.
Your jaw slightly drops. Your brows raise and lips quiver as you stand before him in your white towel. His eyes stray to your chest, down your stomach and to the tops of your thighs. "I - I'm sorry, you need to get dressed."
Garrus turns to walk out the door, but a hand at his shoulder stops him. "What do you have there, soldier?" you ask with a bit of tease. You could care less about getting dressed. Hell, the quicker you get this towel off the better.
"I brought wine," he answers nervously. "Best I could afford on a vigilante's salary."
Your cheeks perk into a smile as happy little butterflies fill your chest. Eyes upon him, begging for him to ravish you right here - right now. Push you up against the desk and fuck you until you both pass out.
Alas, those seductress eyes fill him with worry. Garrus rushes towards the sound system. His finger furiously tapping against the holo until a fast-tempo, bass rattles your ribcage.
With hopeful brows raised to the heavens, you watch as he timidly sways to the beat. Your heart calls for him. Your sweet, little nerdy boy. How he ever got anyone before you is beyond you, but - hell, he'll never have anyone else after you.
You waltz over him with seductive movements in your steps. Your tongue runs over the smooth of your lips. Your lashes bat his way, forcing his grip to tighten at the bottle's neck. Your smile gentle and inviting, wanting nothing more than his hands upon your body.
"If you were a turian, I'd be complimenting your waist or your fringe," Garrus states, trying his hardest not to be overwhelmed by your sexuality. His head is down with eyes watching his stimming fingers. "So...," he takes a deep breath before slowly raking up your body. "Your, uh, hair looks good. And your waist is very supportive."
You giggle with a hand planted at your hip. Everything he does, everything he says fuels that fire in your stomach. The need - the desire to feel his touch. God, you wish you could find some excuse for accidentally dropping your towel, but no. It would be much much better if he was the one pulling it off you.
With silence being too much for him to bear, Garrus carries on, "Hopefully that's not offensive in human culture." He takes a deep sigh, realizing he is still too formal. "Crap, I should've watched the vids Mordin sent." Spouting off facts like this, you and him, was some kind of science experiment - interspecies intercourse.
Recognizing the face of self-deprecating thoughts, you raise your hand and land it against his shoulder. "Whoa! Consider me seduced, smooth talker." You pull yourself closer into him. He peers down at your face, taking shivering breaths at your proximity. "Now shut up and stop worrying."
You squeeze his shoulder before trailing your palm across his chest. You walk over to the sound system and turn down the blaring noise. All you want to hear is him. All you want to see is him. You lean back against the wall, kicking your foot up as you shoot him your shining smile.
But something troubles him.
Garrus' head falls once again. He doesn't close the space between you two like you had thought. His words soft and sincere. "I just... I've seen so many things go wrong, Shepard. My work C-Sec, what happened with Sidonis..."
You push off the wall. Your hand falls at his scarred cheek. The silly boy thinks his wound is what got you interested, when you would have easily been in his bed back when they were dealing with Sovereign.
"I want something to go right, just once."
His ocean eyes raise to yours. They are humble, gentle, and vulnerable. It almost aches your heart. The way they peer into you - hell, like he's peering into your soul. Muscles in your face soften as you let him in. Let everything in.
This isn't just a fling. This isn't just because you're able to go on a suicide mission. No, you found something that you've never had before. You both found something within each other. You didn't understand what it meant to have a bondmate until this moment, until looking into these eyes.
You love him, more than you've loved anything or anyone in your life.
Almost as though he was drawing you in, you and Garrus both lean in with foreheads pressed against each other. Soft and powerful. You feel that fire reignite deeper within you.
You can feel the heat resonating off his chest as he pulls you in closer. His hands slowly guide your own back to your sides. With a single finger, he tilts your chin up to look at him. Your lips part as all the breath escapes you.
Garrus' eyes look at all features of your face, bouncing back and forth until they land on your lips. His hand finds its way at the base of your skull. He pulls you in with a force you did not expect.
His lips press against yours, firm and tight. Your hands fall into the concave of his lower back, pulling him into you. As his fingers dig into your hair, you can feel his lips begin to relax. They become pliable and gentle.
You brush your tongue against his mouth, begging for more. Garrus is more than happy to oblige as he slightly parts his lips and digs his hips against your stomach. Your tongue is deep within, crashing against his own as your hands drag him back against your chin and nose. You've been waiting for this moment for quite some time and, now, he knows it.
Your passion for Garrus is not just chance. Not just a simple sexy scar on the right of his face. No, you wanted him. You wanted to devour him, and he is more than happy to oblige.
Arms rush to wrap around his neck, forcing your towel to crash at your tip-toed feet. Eyes closed and breathing hitched. Your tongue massages against his, causing little moans to float between you both.
Garrus' hands explore your freshly exposed body. They are firm as they discover the curves of your bodice and waist. He staggers, guiding you back against the wall. You gasp at the cold sensation, but he didn't care. His hand digs under your right thigh, pulling your bent leg up to his waist.
His tongue slides across your lips. You push against him, practically biting into his kiss. Lips red and bruised and you still crush them upon him. This is all you have wanted, whether knowing it or not, since you met him. Hell if you're going to hold back.
And yet, Garrus picks you up. His hands secure your legs around his waist as he walks down the steps to your bedroom. His eyes still closed, but he navigates through the space flawlessly. His hands grip tightly onto your ass, pinching with excitement.
He places you down upon your mattress with a mixture of dominance and pleasure. You pull your wet hair out of its bun before resting on your back. He sinks to his knees between your legs with hands trailing up your thighs.
Garrus rakes over you. Those same very eyes bouncing left to right, up and down. There's so much to look at, so much to enjoy - so much to love. He decides to start at your thighs with determination. His kisses cause your heart to pound. Sweet, little pecks that prickle your skin. You struggle to keep your thighs from closing upon him.
As he presses his soft mouth against you, he breathes you in. "You are so beautiful, Shepard," he purrs with a vibration to his chest. "Your waist..." His hands find their way back to your hip bones. He rubs against them as he grinds into the side of the mattress. "Your hair," he mewls as he plays with a long strand resting just above your left breast.
"God, Garrus," you whimper at his touch. Your hips rut against his chest. Your clit craving sensation, craving him.
A sharp smirk forms across his face. "Say it again, I like it."
With a laugh, you prop yourself onto your elbows. You try to look at him but are stuck in a haze as he circles the space where your hips and thighs meet. A deep breath and you plead, "Garrus, I need you."
He growls as the other side of his smile perks up. His kisses become bites that travel down your inner thighs. You try to curl in to yourself, but he holds you down, showing you exactly who is in charge in this part of the Normandy.
His tongue lathers up your thigh, finding itself at the tip of your slit. Your breath hitches every so often, floating on the edge of overstimulation. His hands dig into the meat of your thighs, leaving little crescent shaped indents into your reddening skin.
Your hands crash into your hair as Garrus' tongue parts your lips. His thickness lathers up your juices as he guides you down to your ass. "Oh god," you cry out. He groans, growls into you. Any sound you make fuels the raging thrusts forming a hole into the side of your bed.
His finger curls around to lightly flick your bean. His tongue doused with your love and, fuck, did he love every single drop of you. The way your musical moans floated in the air forces something dark to emerge within him. Something primitive and degenerate.
The things he would love to do to you...
Garrus flicks his tongue in a way that makes your head spin. Your chin is up to the sky and your eyes are squeezed shut. Your fingers are tangled in your hair and your hips are pressed firmly against his wet chin.
Only briefly do both your eyes meet during the act. Those sparkling eyes highlighted by thick navied tattoos across his nose and cheekbones. All you want to do is ride that face. Ride that serene, tender face until you explode.
His thick tongue laps against you. A hand rushes to your breast with fingers tightly clasping your hardened nipple. The pinching sensation creates a light-headedness that holds your eyes closed. Your moans can surely be heard throughout the cabin but you couldn't care in the slightest.
"Jesus, fuck," you choke out. "Oh, shit - right there, right there."
Garrus hums, sending another pleasant vibration across the sheets. He utters, proud of himself, "Seems like those vids really helped-"
"Vakarian! Stop talking!"
You push his head down onto you, sliding his tongue further inside. Your entire body feels like pins and needles. Sounds you don't recognize fall from your lips. The pleasure intense. Time slows as you feel your body tighten around him. Your lashes flutter, only showing the smallest glimpses of the lit room.
Garrus delves his firm tongue in. He tries his best not to rip into your skin, not knowing what might hurt and what might feel good. If he trusted his instincts, he would be balls deep within you - thrusting until there was nothing else left for him to give. He always thought he wanted an honorable death by combat. Fuck that, he wants to die in a concussive blast of two bondmates cumming as one.
Fire begins to pool at your abdomen. Your heart races in ways that leave you seeing stars. Your body becomes jagged, happily enduring his powerful thrusts as the rubber band gradually begins to pop.
"Garrus, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," your mewling voice grows higher and higher in pitch.
Upon feeling your walls cave around his tongue in pulsating bursts, Garrus chuckles softly. His pink, fleshly tongue still thick and firm within you. His hands gentle as one softly circles your nipple and the other circles your protruding hip bones.
"Mmm'Shepard," he mewls as he licks his lips.
You struggle to control your heaving breath as jolts of pleasure disperse across your body. Garrus rips his shirt off of him, pulling the cloth over him with one hand. He begins to crawl over you with something firm and pointed traveling across your skin. His own breathing hitched as he crashes a hand beside your head.
You open your eyes to his sweet, endearing smile. His hand warmly pressed against the side of your face. A finger brushes across your cheek bones. His touch gentle as you pant your way back to baseline. His cock hot and hard as it rests against your thigh.
"Ready for more, Commander?"
"Yes, Archangel," you whisper tenderly.
With those two words, Garrus' breath hitches and a voice whimpers out. He leans into you, hovering his lips just above you. You crave him. You feel the static thick in the air between you.
Finally, he caves and drops his loving lips against you. His tongue, your new favorite thing, runs over your lips lightly tracing where they part. He slicks them over, just before you suck in his bottom lip. Your teeth slightly dig into his flesh as you pull him back towards him.
Garrus growls as a slow smirk sprawls across his face. He looks down, only to guide himself at your entrance. The tip barely brushes against your flower and your entire body fills with electricity. He sinks himself into you with one fallen swoop. His girth perfectly filling all the bumps, crooks, and crannies. It forces your jaw to drop as he places caressing pecks upon your cheek.
He pulls back, simply to see himself appear and disappear within you. His breath halts as he furrows his brows. You are tight, tighter than he has ever had. Part of him is holding on by a damn thread, trying not to bust upon first contact. The other part of him is hell bent on feeling your walls convulse around his pecker, squeezing the cum out of him and filling you up.
You hold back winces at the feel of his cock. He is much bigger than you're used to, much bigger than you expected. You widen your legs for him, begging for him to bury himself within you. Your lashes flutter once again as you melt into his touch.
His thrusts are slow at first. His hand traveling from your hair, cheek, neck, breast, and hip in soft, sullen motions. His heart races as he watches your eyes lighten up with each bottoming thrust. He can feel the coil within him tightening and tightening.
Garrus never knew what love was until he saw your face. He never knew what primal attraction was until now.
Gradually, his thrusts become more powerful. His hips digging in deeper and harder. His kisses expand from your neck to your tits. Love bites firm against your clavicle. He loves to hear you gasp, to feel you clench around him. Your hand tightening its grip around his waist.
He sets his pace - firm, solid, and hard. The sight of your breasts bouncing due to his thrusts forces trails of fire to form across his body. He clenches his thighs, working hard to maintain his speed and rhythm.
Words begin to babble from your lips as the endorphins fill your circuiting brain. Your whole body falls limp as it jolts with each of this pounding ruts. Knees begin to buckle and you can feel yourself tightening up. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer and closer for all of eternity.
Huffing, Garrus' movements become more jagged. His breath heavy as he presses his forehead into yours. His lips hang just above yours, brushing against them with each push. He breathes you in, wanting nothing more but to inhale everything that you are.
He bites back a moan as his hips fall out of synchronicity. He tries hard, desperately hard to maintain his rhythm but you can feel him twitching. You can feel his throbbing cock wanting nothing more than a release.
You push back against him, digging your hips against his. With a swift motion, he falls onto his back sending a rippling effect across the mattress. His eyes widen as you sink onto his cock.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, Garrus watches as you effortlessly take him in. His breath hitches as your lips part, gasping ever so lightly with each rut of your hips. Your nails dig into his chest, forming a painful yet orgasmic feeling.
His hands fall at your waist, digging in and holding you in place. Never letting go. His own hips grinding against your warmth.
“Shepard, fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to-”
“Able to what, Vakarian,” you say breathlessly. Your hips dig a bit deeper, grind a bit harder. His brows furrow and his mouth opens. His body shakes, trembling by your movements.
“Oh fuck,” Garrus mewls.
“It feels soo good,” you whimper.
“Oh god, Commander. Oh god.”
“Cum for me, Garrus. Cum inside me! I need it!”
“Fuuuucccckkkkk…”
With a growl, Garrus floods your system with his seed. The very sight of his body trembling beneath you. His thrusts like firm, bursting staccatos. The flick of his head bounces against your g-spot. Your own body shivers with pleasure.
You both ride out your highs, still grinding into each other. Garrus sits up, pulling your chest tight against his own. His breath hot and harsh into the nape of your neck. Your hand hooks at the base of his head, holding him lightly in place.
Hips still jagged as they move. His arms wrap around your waist, forming a tight hold that bounces love between you both. Breath whimpering upon each other’s lips. He presses his nose against your cheek, nuzzling this way to your own. His skin sweaty and warm against your forehead.
“I love you, Garrus Vakarian,” you whisper softly upon his lips.
“I’ll never tire of hearing that.”
“I’ll never be tired of saying it.”
“You are beautiful, absolutely the most beautiful of all the galaxy,” he coos before lightly rubbing his nose against yours.
A soft kiss forces both your eyes to close. Your legs wrap around his back as you rest your weight on his lap. “How about that wine?” you tease before landing another peck on his cheek.
Garrus’ brows jump as that smooth talking smirk shines from left to right. “It’s red… like the blood of our enemies.” He playfully bites into your neck, forcing a squeal you didn’t foresee. “Well, some of our enemies.”
“Okay, calm down, mister vigilante,” you chuckle to yourself.
“Never,” he says before nipping at your neck again. A bustle filled with giggles to end an night you’ll never forget.
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okay, so just yapping and sharing lots of notes & minor spoilers & extreme details of what i have planned/going on for balancing act (which WILL see an update this month, trust 🤞🏻)
please please please, if u read this, lmk your thoughts & if ur picking up what i'm putting down or else i have to revise my outline LOL
what's fun about balancing act is that we get to see my take on gojo's character; i've received comments and asks saying how they like how i've written not just gojo, but all the in-verse characters we have & i'm excited to expand more on gojo's friendships with everyone around him bc as a fanfic writer, it's a fun challenge to see how in character we can get these people when they're thrown into a wildly different universe.
so, talking abt "my take" on gojo's character: he's a goofy guy. he's cocky; he's a flirt. he knows he's Got It All, and he definitely drives a fancy sports car w a custom license plate that reads SIXEYES (bc this is a finance bro au, everyone claims he must have six eyes w the way he never seems to watch the markets but knows exactly when and what to go all in with). BUT !!! i love balancing act bc gojo is not reduced to "cocky womanizer and then u 2 fuck despite claiming to not like him" we get to see gojo's character shine through in his actions, not only in how he treats reader but also in how he interacts with all the characters. he's silly, he plays pranks, he sometimes (almost always) is annoying, but the things he does for them is always stemming from genuine kindness 🥹 like, i have this thought (my finance girlies will understand what i mean/it'll be explained in the fic) that yuuji is interning at the firm for a summer but he's from a non-target school & doesn't come from the same circles as most of the people in finance; knowing that yuuji feels a bit alienated from his peers, gojo goes out of his way to make dorky company merch and requires that all interns wear it & OF COURSE, it's one of those vests with the firm's name monogrammed on it & it's so pretentious but it's a finance bro right of passage and he did this so yuuji would have that status symbol but he also didn't want to single him out. things like that 🥹 he's thoughtful and we need to talk abt it more and we will explore this more within the fic!!!!
and balancing act is so special to me because it's all about loving someone so much that the mundanity of life suddenly seems exciting; suddenly, the boring, not so glamorous parts of life are an opportunity to showcase how much you love someone. MINOR SPOILER, but a scene that's so sweet and exemplifies this is the fact that you live in a luxury apartment building. authorizing/registering a specific vehicle to your apartment's parking services is a pain in the ass, and it's even more annoying to take off a car from the car registry list. that's why any past boyfriends, u rarely let them into ur apartment (bc it's ur safe space, where u can just be urself entirely) and the ones who do make it to ur apartment always use guest parking, which has a time limit. we, in typical romcom fashion, get the adorable "you're sick and he takes care of you" trope!!! so you have a bad flu and gojo drives you to ur apartment and takes care of you, but he's not registered as an authorized vehicle so he has to go to guest parking. well, he spends days with you while u recover, and he sees all the parking fines on his windshield. it's $100 per every hour he goes over the time limit. it's been days. your doorman is a sweet man who is always looking out for u and never likes any of the boys u take home, and he beefs with gojo (for comedic purposes, i promise. it's a fun dynamic) and gojo knows it's the doorman who reported him to parking services. gojo ofc is returning to the apartment building, holding the stack of tickets in one hand (using the same hand to wave cheekily at the doorman), and goes back in ur apartment to show u all the tickets.
he doesn't hold it against u though. what he says is, "your doorman hates my guts." all pouty and whiny. you tell him that the doorman hates the guts of all the boys u bring back & that he shouldn't feel too special, and that this is his way of saying gojo's overstaying his welcome, which u find hilarious. and gojo is like "well, he's saying you're only worth $100 an hour." blah blah blah, BUT !! circling back to the mundanity of life and how it serves as an opportunity to show our love for someone:
you go through the trouble of registering gojo's vehicle under ur apartment. even though u keep saying gojo is annoying and a pain in the ass and that this fascination he has with u will eventually fade, even though u claim there's a time limit to his affections and you KNOW how much of a hassle it is to unregister his vehicle if things do go south for y'all... you still go through the trouble of registering his vehicle, a sign that you like him. a sign that you're hoping things will be permanent.
and that's basically a major point of the fic!!! that our actions, our silly, simple, boring actions, can all have special meanings 🥹 if you look for it, you'll see that love really is anywhere
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10 Characters ❆ 10 Fandoms ❆ 10 Tags
Thank you to @farfromstrange, @shouldbestudying41, and @bellaxgiornata for the tags! I had to think about this one for a bit. I'm going to try to avoid shared universes/fandoms otherwise this list would be 50% Marvel
1. Matt Murdock - Daredevil. If you could put a ring on a hyperfixation, this is the one I'd pick. My favorite of all characters (surprising precisely no one considering the word count of TRT), he's my comfort character, and it's a fandom I return to again and again ever since I first jumped in in 2015.
2. Din Djarin - The Mandalorian. This was the show, ironically, that kicked off my Pedro Pascal obsession - I'd seen him in other things and liked him but for some reason didn't realize they were all the same person. I love Din's character, he's my taciturn shiny space cowboy, bless him, I want to give his poor back massage after carrying all that armor.
3. The Tenth Doctor - Doctor Who. I still remember flipping through channels when I was younger and stopping on some weird show that had a giant Satan guy being yelled and monologued at by a messy-haired man in an orange jumpsuit (this part here specifically). I had no idea what was going on but I just couldn't stop watching Ten as he rambled and talked himself around. Turned out there was a marathon on so I just kept watching, loved him (and David) ever since.
4. Leslie Knope - Parks and Rec. Leslie feels like someone took a section of my soul and then made a parody of her but it's so close to reality no one's entirely sure if it is a parody, 10 STARS OF 10.
5. Garrus Vakarian (along with F!Commander Shepard, because there is no Shepard without Vakarian) - Mass Effect. This is the greatest game in existence and I love this dorky awkward sweetheart of a space raptor and my Commander Shepard and their romance and their banter, everyone leave me alone I'm emotional about this
6. Alistair Theirin - Dragon Age. He is my snarky lil sensitive warden boy, my first real intro to game romance and bioware games in general, I love him your honor
7. John Constantine - Constantine. YOU HAD THE PERFECT ACTOR FOR HIM AND YA'LL BLEW IT, BRING HIM BACK, HE WAS THE EMBODIMENT OF CONSTANTINE, ALSO I LOVE THIS WRETCHED SNARKY CON ARTIST DUMPSTER FIRE OF A MAN
8. Rick and Evie - The Mummy. They are a pair that cannot be separated, they are marriage goals, THEY ARE PERFECTION, I NEED NO OTHER REASONS, HE FUCKING GAVE HER THE ARCHAEOLOGY TOOLS
9. Xena - Xena. I feel like you if you mapped all of my fandom experience back through my life, you'd eventually get back to me as a kid watching Xena which was 70% camp and 100% fucking AMAZING, also I FUCKING TOLD YOU DIANA, I TOLD YOU XENA AND GABRIELLE FUCKING LIKE LIKED EACH OTHER, ARE YOU LISTENING DIANGA ARRE YOU LISTENING YOU BTICH YOU MADE FUN OF ME BUT I TOLD YOU
10. Ellen Ripley - Alien/Aliens. RIPLEY MY BELOVED, RIPLEY MY DARLING, RIPLEY MY BADASS QUEEN, I have absolutely included tiny shades of her in my own fem characters, I fucking ADORE her
No pressure tags: @wonderlandmind4 @kiwwia-wiwwia @becks-things @ancientbeing10 @bunnelbie @peterman-spideyparker @1988-fiend and anyone else who wants to!
#tags games#i had to think about this one for a bit#and pick some that i haven't mentioned as often#give some of my other babies some love!
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Sunkissed
requested. beach dates! descriptions of hot haikyuu men's beach bodies be aware, bring some ice to cool down probably lol. Daichi and reader enjoy bbq (sorry, anti-meat eaters). Oikawa wears his alien goggles.
[ reader x ] : oikawa. kuroo. akaashi. daichi
✺ oikawa
beach dates are always fun w/ this man <33
your excited bf wakes up early in the morning to prepare
brings all the things you need including his alien-shaped goggles
a great excuse to admire his abs under the golden sun
lots of swimming and hanging out in the cool water <3
“Like what you see, gorgeous?” he says with a smirk when you’re admiring his toned chest. His eyes are also scan over you, admiring his lover.
Then, you notice the dorky alien goggles around his neck and the image tickles you.
“Uh huh,” you say, chuckling. “Those goggles really add to your charm.”
“Heh, you think so?” He playfully splashes a bit of water toward you when your approaching the ocean waves. You’re hopping straight into the water as he drags you in.
Oikawa doesn’t forget his waterproof camera and takes a lot of photos of you (mostly candid) which he will delightfully keep in his wallet or phone lockscreen.
“Wanna race?” he offers just to show off his amazing swimming skills. Even if he won the race, you couldn’t be mad bc of how hot it was seeing the speed of his strokes. You swore he could’ve been a mermaid in his past life
“Haha! I winnn!” he declares, throwing his fist in the air after reaching the goal-point. It was hilarious to see his alien goggles still tightly worn around his eyes.
You roll your eyes before your boyfriend grabs your waist from under the water, making you shriek and pulls you closer, eyes begging for something. "Do I get a prize?" he snickers. He doesn't have to ask twice.
You grab the sides of his head, startling the man, before smashing your lips against his. Oikawa pulls away, surprised, before tugging his alien goggles down and bringing you in a deeper kiss. He didn't care about moving his wet, messy bangs out of the way but neither did you as your legs wrap around his waist beneath the ocean surface.
✺ kuroo
asks you to 'do his sunscreen for him' even though he knows he's well capable of doing it himself
jus loves feeling your hands on his skin and the way you squeeze his shoulders as a way of telling him you're done
'thank you' kisses for doing it
rubbing shapes on his skin as he lays on his stomach, suntanning
building small sand castles
chasing each other on the sand !!
You may have "accidentally" poked one of his 'sand towers', making it crumble more than you intended.
Kuroo's eyes flash towards you and it feels like that moment when a cat gives you its 'attack eyes'.
You scatter backwards and he gets up, raking a hand over his hair.
"You're so gonna pay for that." Kuroo's voice darkens and you squeal, watching him kick his heel against the sand, ready to pounce. Now, you're chasing each other on the sand. He finally catches you, arms lifting you up and walking towards the shoreline. Without warning, he dives into the water.
"Tetsu!!' you yelp, feeling the cold liquid stun your sunkissed skin. He turns around with a grin on his lips. Not another word leaves your mouth as you fall back and stare at his wet hair, water trickling down his heaving chest. Of course, it boosts his ego when you're caught ogling him.
"Eyes up here, angel." He chuckles as your face turns red from embarrassment. Once again, Kuroo dives underwater, swimming towards you. He resurfaces with his face inches away from yours. His once spiky hair is now flattened from being dipped in water.
“Haha, babe, your hair—.” You laugh but it soon cuts off with Kuroo’s lips on yours. The kiss breaks off earlier than intended as he tries to catch his breath.
“Hm,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Stop talking about my hair and kiss me. Don’t forget, baby, you still owe me.”
✺ akaashi
always comforting + takes care of you well
kissing the back of your neck while applying sunscreen has become a habit
surprising you with nice refreshing ice cream that he bought from the vendor across the street
lying on your back against his chest while he's reading a magazine
one of his hands is placed over your heart, feeling the soft beats
he guessed that you probably fell asleep on him as he starts to hear you snooze
“Sweetheart,” your boyfriend whispers gently, but you continue to sleep.
Meanwhile, the blazing sun scatters over the pearly sands. It's a good thing Akaashi remembered to bring your beach umbrella to provide some shade as you lay on a large, soft towel. However, the shadow had moved above your face. Akaashi notices and places a hand over your face to block the sun from your eyes.
"Keiji," you murmur your boyfriend's name. He hums a response, grabbing your hand and placing his lips on the back of it.
"Wanna swim?" you suggest, voice laced with sleep.
He chuckles, moving straying hairs away from your face. “You wanna go for a swim?” You nod.
Akaashi shifts his shades over his bangs. "Okay, let's go." He takes a sip of his cold soda before standing up. “Come here, love.” Arms circle around your waist and you naturally cling onto him. He knew you were still feeling a bit tired from the small nap, although, you also wanted to take the opportunity to dip yourself into the cool sea before the sun goes down.
“Too cold?” he asks when he feels you slightly shiver from contact with the water. You were still in his arms, leaning your head against his neck.
“Nope S’alright,” you say, softly. Eventually, the coldness becomes comforting and it was all too comfortable because soon enough, your eyes start to droop once again, being swayed between waves while your lover holds you close, humming.
Akaashi seems to notice. “Sleepyhead,” he teases, placing a peck on your forehead.
“I’m not sleeping,” you murmur before dropping under the water to freshen yourself. He laughs, tilting his head back. The colden liquid definitely revitalized your senses as you felt the playful urge to splash water to your boyfriend.
“Huh, so you wanna play?” he starts with a warning tone which makes you giggle. “You started this.” You begin swimming away as he chases after you in the ocean. He definitely could out-swim you but decides to move at a slower pace, giving you some time before he has his arms around you again.
✺ daichi
you’re the cheesy couple wearing matching bathing suits
would bring an entire cooler filled with ice and drinks
plus a small grill to cook some meat while you go for a dip in the ocean
you’d look over to admire the view: dark sunglasses on, thongs between his fingers as he flips the meat, toned chest glowing from the lotion he applied earlier
he’s smiling when your eyes meet
“Sure you don’t wanna swim, babe?” you ask, unraveling the towel from your hips. A faint blush appears on his cheeks as you do so. It’s a good thing his frames were too dark to notice where his eyes were, he thought. Your legs were now exposed, the warm sun tickling your skin, itching to dip itself into the cool ocean.
He clears his throat, making it more obvious that he was being enchanted by you. “I-it’s okay, love. I’ll join you after.” He resumes flipping the meat before opening a container from your picnic basket.
“Alright, suit yourself,” you giggle before jogging into the ocean. Daichi’s eyes return to you, taking in the scene before him, your curves, your sunkissed skin, the way your hair ruffles in the wind. Then, he’s chuckling to himself as he pops a grape into his mouth.
You’re having a nice time basking in the sun while your body simultaneously swishes around the water. From time to time, you’d look over to watch your lover on the grill, sometimes catching his eyes on you. Daichi would send a wave or lift his brows, a curve shown on his lips. Even from a distance, you could see his toned arms bulge with each movement of muscle.
At some point, he signals, letting you know the bbq is done. The aroma of bbq mixed with burnt charcoal fills the air as you approach back to the shady area where Daichi sits.
“I’m all wet,” you warn Daichi when he pulls your body down to his. In his hand was a pair of chopsticks holding a piece of meat between them. A hand cups under it as he gestures you to try his concoction.
“S’okay. Try this, baby.” His arms raise from both of your sides as you sit against his chest. Daichi didn’t mind that his chest and his trunks are dripping from your soaked form. He was going to swim, too, anyway.
You part your lips and take the piece of meat between your teeth. It was still quite warm. The nice crunchy texture and flavors on your tongue cause a happy noise to escape from your throat. “Mm! That’s really good, honey.” His chest fills with pride, watching you. Just seeing you this happy makes him giddy.
“Thanks—Mm!” You take one piece and turn slightly backwards to feed him while he spoke. His eyes seem to light up from the taste. “Wow, you’re right.” You spend the next moments together enjoying lunch on the beach, enjoying the scenery.
Daichi didn’t mind that his chest and his trunks are now dripping from your soaked form. He was going to swim, too, anyway.
#🍙—reader inserts#oikawa tooru x reader#kuroo tetsurou x reader#daichi sawamura x reader#akaashi keiji x reader#oikawa x reader#kuroo x reader#daichi x reader#akaashi x reader
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5YL Ep7 Motion Comic:
Some quick thoughts from the episode in which I found tons of affinity on. (Link to watch at the bottom of this thingy).
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This episode presents a dilemma which I personally have a bit of personal fascination on. If you have a character that is all powerful, should they, or should they not ascend to godhood?
There are 3 characters I love in this world, Flash, Iron-Man (with less direct comparison in this instance), and Ben, all 3 possess the means to shape the world as they like, to exert some kind of weight onto everything else which only they can lift.
Granted Ben, through Alien X far exceeds my other two examples, but the question remains similarly.
If all 3 of these characters are heroes, shouldn't they take the reigns of the world?
Surely their judgment would spare us all, they have their hearts on the right place!
I hadn't typed this out publicly before, but dorky me actually likes to imagine many stories, including ones were my OC has some kind of access to significant power, as a fun wild card in my own stories.
Part of the fun of stories however, are challenges, and in my own, I try to maintain a sense of realism, although in such cases, I do often think to myself...
If I were in that situation, it would be seriously tempting to pull that kind of card, even if for something simple...
"Oh, character is stuck in the past with no way home except a tedious process of gathering all the resources to make a time machine to head back? Why not skip it and pull the Alien X card - or whatever OP thing for whatever example - and literally just go back home?
You were going to do it anyway... In this example the character has the knowledge to fix the problem, they simply made it easy on themselves, the faster they get back home the faster they get back to helping right? They don't have to use Alien X/OP Thing to solve the problem back home, they simply used him to return.
And as small excuses begin becoming bigger, slowly there are less reasons not to use him for everything."
I like Ben calling out "Life" as a good reason not to go through with using Alien X. That level of responsibility exceeds anything anyone should ever carry, as humans I mean. Not to mention the complete loss of reality to everyone else, would things even be "happening" at that point?
Kuro once said that he likes Ben not using him even without any deadlocks as it shows a massive sign of mental fortitude, every time he uses another transformation, he is choosing to be better.
And as contextualized in the comic, as a sign of respect for the symbol of the watch.
One head canon I like to play with is the idea that, "if Ben has full control of Alien X, perhaps as time went on he also acquires all the omnipresence that comes with it, as Belicus and Serena practically aren't involved at all, he could, like Dr. Manhattan, see it all, the whole universe as a static picture, only he doesn't retain the knowledge because it would be too much to handle".
To be honest, I always wondered how other characters would react to Ben having to full control of Alien X, true free control. Previously, they all understood the hassle that would be the arguments needed to make him work, but now?
The Hero of Heroes has always shown excellent judgment, he clearly can be trusted, why not get ahead?
Rook logically supporting the suggestion, or Kevin not understanding why freeing others of pain wouldn't be the instant choice feels right in character for me. And if I were not Ben, but alongside him, I would also feel some degree of pressure to wanting him to spare us all of anything further.
It should be evident by now that I haven't read the rest of the comic, I was actually doing so, and then I kinda dropped it haha, not out of distaste though, far from it hahaha.
I'll definitely get back into reading though, this is absolutely amazing.
Watch 5YL EP7 : The Ink Tank on YouTube
Read 5YL : The Ink Tank Website with multiple reading options.
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OH HELL YEA I LOVE THE SUPER THEME!!!!
i was raised to be a majorrrr dc girlie and superman was my father's fave hero, so naturally i gravitated a lottttt to (comics) supergirl!!!!
so i gotta ask, is there a specific reason why you're partial to the big man with an 's'??? (and might i add you have exquisite taste hehehe) ♥️
This is actually quite a tough question to answer. I'm not sure I can tell you why Superman is my favourite superhero. I'm not even entirely sure when I decided he was.
I think it's a combination of a lot of different factors.
I like that he's so iconic. The first superhero, and the one all the others are built on or around. It's like Tolkien and medieval fantasy. Superman defined the genre.
I like that he's so relatable. He's working class, form a rural background, is a dorky reporter, has bad fashion sense, and is just earnestly trying to do the right thing.
I like that he turned a generation against the KKK in 1940s.
I like that he wore his underwear on the outside for YEARS and didn't let the bullies get to him about it. You do you, my dude. You do you.
I like that, when he encounters glowing green rocks, he always keels over in the most dramatic way possible. None of this manly 'I will grit my teeth and tough my way through it' bullshit. Straight to the floor in an elaborate swoon. The diva. 10/10. No notes.
I like that he was invented by Jewish immigrants.
I like his sassy wife who climbs into vents to get the scoop on corrupt businessmen (and who Clark clearly adores with all his heart).
I like that there are a bunch of people who know Clark is Superman, but keep his secret, because he's a nice guy, and most people are good and decent.
I like that he has the weirdest silver age stories (eg, alien bug head).
And, of course, I love his unshakable belief in the inherit goodness of humanity.
So, yeah... I like Superman.
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it wasn't the fact that you bought us pokemon cards after work sometimes, it was the fact you were so excited about them, too. i knew the sound of your car, every car you ever drove to work. i knew how the air would change at 5:20 every single day because i got to see you when you got home from work. sometimes you were a few minutes late, and i knew it was because there was traffic, or bad weather, but it was always 5:20 every other time, across any job you had, anywhere we had lived. 5:20.
i dont remember when pokemon yellow came out i just remember crawling into your lap at night with my bright yellow gameboy. after the news, or friends, or seinfeld. i remember thinking giovanni was the hardest boss in the entire world because of that stupid nidoqueen - we played for hours and hours, and sylph co was so hard to get around. when i woke up the next day you were so excited to tell me that you beat him! we beat him!
i remember being so appalled because you caught articuno with the masterball, but i also felt so loved because you wanted me to see what you had caught for me! Articuno! i was mad because it was for mew, but i couldn't be so mad because i felt so loved. how could i be mad, how could i care about stupid mew when my masterball now had articuno and you had caught it for me and you were so excited about it.
when the iron man movie came out, you were so excited to share it with me. your love of comics, your love of iron man, of tony stark... a man who i probably would hate if it wasn't for you. the feeling of love in me when it was over and when i had been given the gift of comics, the feeling of love when we sat through every single lord of the rings movie together, every marvel movie, every star wars movie, when you told me you loved the rocky horror picture show and i thought it was the craziest thing to think of - you, my big goofy dad who couldn't care less about queer shit(never in a bad way, you just... didn't care in the best possible way - people could do whatever they wanted and live whatever life they wanted and as long as they were't hurting anyone you loved it), loving the gayest movie of all time and actively participating in it - my DAD of all people. it made me feel so warm, it made me feel so seen by you.
i'll never forgive infinity war for letting thanos' 'love' of gamora be true because i couldn't understand that. a father who loved his daughter willing to throw her away for some stupid ideal because you showed me that love was better than that. that dads were better than that. that you were better than that in every way. you gave me all of the goofy stupid nerdy dorky weird parts of me. the stupid voices, the weird dances, the love of cats and all animals,... the deep dives into weird shit on the internet and randomly becoming expert about something. looking up at the sky and knowing there's something more, being horrified yet so in love with the stars and the depth of space. aliens are real. we have contact with them. the james webb telescope just posted a picture of neptune and i want to show you so bad. i know youd love it. i know youd love that stupid alien thats been all over reddit lately. i know you'd love the end of the loki show and i want so badly for you to see it. i want you to see it. i want to show everything i love to you because you showed everything you love to me.
i miss you so much every day. every day i am heartbroken over you. i cant believe i was ever mad about that stupid masterball.
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I’m just in love with how Superman & Lois set up Clark and Lois’s first meeting. It’s absolutely perfect for both characters and it expertly captures what they see in each other and why they work.
Clark starts working at the Daily Planet, and Perry just sort of dumps him on Lois to show him around. After just a few minutes, she starts going off about how even though Superman is doing good and is definitely needed, he’s also taking attention away from other issues that can’t be solved by brute strength. And she shows him the story she’s been covering of minority owned businesses being targeted by neo-Nazis.
And like. It’s Lois. You just know she’s given this little lecture to multiple, trying to get them to listen, and it seems pretty clear that very few people care. They’re more caught up in having this brand new hero. You can even hear the resignation as she explains it, because she’s accepted she just has to try and power through this on her own while everyone’s attention is elsewhere.
But then this man she has literally just met minutes ago, who seems to be the biggest dork in the universe and can barely keep from tripping over his own feet, doesn’t shut her down and doesn’t shrug her off. He just listens to her sincerely. And then asks, “How can I help?”
And you can actually see that beat on Lois’s face as she smiles. That moment of oh... I like this one.
In just this short exchange, we’ve established so many important things about these characters and their relationship. Clark meets Lois as someone deeply passionate and committed to using her skills to help others, even if it’s hard, even if it’s something others might overlook. And Lois meets Clark as someone who’s willing to listen, and whose first reaction to hearing that people are in trouble is asking what he can do to help. We even establish that Lois isn’t afraid to challenge anyone, including Superman, if she thinks they’re wrong, which will be very important for their future relationship.
In most adaptations, Lois falls for Superman first. But in this version, she falls for Clark. That subtle shift is so important, I think. Clark doesn’t have to be this all-powerful alien hero to impress her or win her affection. He just has to be himself -- a regular, dorky guy who cares and wants to help.
#personal#superman and lois#clark kent#lois lane#clois#clark x lois#s&l 1x11 is a perfect episode and we may never see its like again#anyway this is what happens when i rewatch scenes on youtube
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As much as I love future Leo being a dad, him being a dumbass older brother is equally important to me.
“Aw, man, why do you only remember the dumb things?” Donnie whines.
“I remembered the things that mattered. Mikey’s cooking matters to him. And being appreciated for your tech matters to you.” Leonardo snorts under his breath and puts his hand on his hip, a fond smile curling up the corner of his mouth. “And I remember you being a dorky little nerd who made spreadsheets comparing comic book aliens.”
“Hey! I’m not a dork!”
“Yeah you are. Besides, I’m a Jupiter Jim super-fan who has a favourite magician, and Raph’s been obsessed with professional wrestling for as long as I can remember. You’re not the only nerd in this family. You’re just the biggest one.”
Donnie kicks him in the shin. Leonardo looks down, then back up at him.
“Really? Are you six?”
“Sixteen.”
“Great, that’s even worse.”
“Is not!”
Donnie jumps at him, and Leonardo catches him in a headlock. This part is familiar.
“Let go!” Donnie fusses.
“Not until you say you’re a dork.”
“No!”
“Say it.”
“No!”
Donnie whines and scratches and kicks, but doesn’t manage to do a good job at any of it. So he’s still whining and scratching when the others come out of the kitchen on their way to their movie.
“Uh… everything okay?” Raph asks.
“Yeah, he’s just learning a lesson about being a dork.”
“Okay!”
Leo snaps a picture on his way past, posing with them with a peace sign, the same gesture he always made in his selfies with a little brother in a headlock.
#preview#rottmnt future leo#rottmnt donnie#fic: i know exactly what i want and it's this life that we've created#series: when i found you i found me
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Imma just make a list of other moots and talk about them <3
🍓 - @chirp-trolls
Hey Spoots <333 You're dorky and friendly and I love that about you. You've helped me a lot w/figuring out chars and classpects and things like that. Your designs are always killer and I love seeing your goofy little fellas on my dash. Thank you so much for being my friend
🍓 - @latkestein
Joan Joan Joan!!!! So talented w/both art and music! I still can't thank you enough for that beautiful fansong you made for Ninara!!! You're silly and I adore that about you. Keep up the great work and remember that you're loved and cherished by the people around you <3
🍓 - @duskhunter713
Gretch and GG? My love for them will never falter. I really wanna see more of your art on my dash someday man. I love getting to interact w/you and having our dorky little gray aliens talk to one another.
🍓 - @rabbit-trolls
Bestie you're so strange you're so funky but you're so cool bc of it. I love your art style, I love how your art style is so fluent as well??? Like you're really good at copying art styles and capturing the energy of them all. Never a dull moment when talking to you. And thank you for all of the art you've made for me <3
🍓 - @moonie--loonie
You. You're cool. You're awesome. I love talking to you. I love your art style. You're so expressive!!!! Your colors and lineart always look nice. I also love getting sprites from you man. Always perfection.
🍓 - @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls
Man idk you're pretty freaky??? You're kinda weird??? /pos. Banger character designs, killer art style. You're so goofy and strange to talk to as well. Never a dull moment with you around!
🍓 - @bloodydumpsterrp
Idk if you'd consider me a mutual or not but I like to think we're at least friends!!!! [Only if you want to be obviously, no pressure]. Akasha is so cool and a genuinely interesting char. I love your art style and getting to see it on my dash is a blessing. I really wanna see a friendship between Cervin and Akasha bloom if you'd be interested <3 Also I look at that Anahit fanart you made and I cry tears of joy
🍓 - @trollbreak
Hi Jonah you silly goober!!! Adorable art, hilarious chars, fun designs! You're an absolute delight to talk to as well!!! Someday Imma doodle one of your silly little aliens!!!!! Someday!!!! I love any art you've given me for the time I've known you. It's always so soft and so so cute looking. I love that my silly ocs are friends w/your silly ocs as well :)
#windy talks#ooc#chirp trolls#latkestein#duskhunter713#rabbit trolls#moonie loonie#ask swagger dagger trolls#bloodydumpsterrp#trollbreak
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superboy man of tomorrow 2 liveblog lets GOOOOO
obviously spoilers ahead
the cover is exactly how i feel about this guy. yes. squish him. he is pocket-sized. i will pick him up and squeeze him like a stress toy <3
every panel of kon getting hurt tbh (and for fellow kon whumpers. its a fucking FEAST.) <3 but also - that post going around that says ttk cant deflect energy, this is delightful acknowledgement of that. all my homies love when the ttk shatters like an old coke bottle.
obsessed with all the panels about him talking about trying to do this with ~style~, but also getting his ass beat and feeling like this is actually a workout. yes my child. tell me it's difficult. overcome <3
"this is what i wanted. me, on my own, against the scum of the universe" baby no
"no one is coming to save me. not clark, not tim, not cassie, not bart... not even kelex." BABY NO but also. prettiest boy in the galaxy. look at this shit.
the argument about not letting innocent people get hurt. kon you are . such a good person. i love you. u just never falter
intergalactic cloning lore!!! kon finding people who share shocking similarities with him!! i dont often like random characters but i'll admit i'm a fan of these guys. i'm even bothering to remember their names unlike how i treat most side characters (sorry. im a bad comic fan. however. there are so many fucking side characters. do you really expect me to remember everyones name who stays in a comic for less than 3 issues). anyways go pira! these guys are already bonding, i love them and want the best for them. thats right babes you take down that empire. maybe listen to kon about uhhhhhh not letting everyday civilians die in the property damage though. pls.
also there seem to be similarities with some of starfire's backstory? what is it with these alien races who want to clone, splice dna, and/or genetically alter existing races fr. kon and kory should bond over this i think.
kon has sooo much respect for his friends. i love that he keeps mentioning them :') this boy is a bonafide bff. ALSO. HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR YOUR OWN RESOURCEFULNESS HONEY... YOU GOT THIS!!!
"they think i'm just a weapon? well, if both sides are looking for a fight, they're in luck -- i'm just itching to show them what the house of el has to offer." YEAH BABY YOU ARE A PROUD PART OF THE HOUSE OF EL. YOU HAVE A FAMILY. <3 <3 <3
his dorky awkward little grin. ohhh my goddddddddddd. hes so fucking proud of himself. hes teaching them :') he thinks hes such a good role model. im going to squeeze him to death.
"i start to think about what conner kent would do AND ITS INFINITELY COOLER" YOU GO BABY. im so fucking obsessed with this. im having so much goddamn fun with this issue actually. they saw kon stans and they gave us exactly what we wanted. i feel so seen
whos ready to punch through a space fleet. me. im ready. im ready to watch you have the time of your goddamn life next issue.
overall i REALLY like this issue! i don't usually love the whole, "solo series in space" thing because it seems like an excuse to separate characters from the main cast and isolate them and make any growth happen outside of their friendships on earth, which often ends up pretty meh. however. this is fun and engaging and kon references his friends enough that i'm cautiously optimistic.
i do hope kon runs into other mainline characters at some point in this series though; anything to ground this more into main canon and make sure character development ties back to the main series.
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Fandom:Blazblue, Metroid
Au:Original stud Au Crossover AU
Characters:Ragna the bloodedge, Samus Aran
Summary:Ragna girlfriend Samus Aran is one of his proud point of his life sure the alien attack him because of her relationship with her is annoying but she also get attacked by other bounty hunters and nol troop because of him but both of them don’t care as long as they together and he won’t lie he geek out when he see her in her suit and watch her kick ass along side him is a huge plus in his book besides his master did tell him the best type of woman is the one that can fight along side you and also be able to kick your ass at the same time. She always look good in whatever she wear those though are share with his significant other and she enjoys the same quality that he list as well.
Theme: wholesome love, badass that like too flirt with each other, Ragna show his dorky side
"Holy Hell," Samus Aran chuckled at the silver-haired man, "since when were you such a dork?" She inquires with a smile on her face.
"I'm just saying," Ragna the Bloodedge replies to the blonde Bounty Hunter, "it's not every day you face some pirate from space." The Grim Reaper explains, "especially since it was gunning for you due to me dating the infamous Hunter."
"Two can play in that game," the blonde replies with a sly smirk, "Mr. SS-Class Criminal. Seriously, I got attacked not only by those NOL bastards but other Bounty Hunters too."
"Damn," the swordsman replied with a small snicker, "I wished I could've seen you kicking ass in your suit."
This piqued the woman's interest, raising her brows slightly toward Ragna. "My armor," Samus began, "or my Zero Suit~?" The Bounty Hunter concludes in a sultry tone.
"Both," the man in red & black replies to her with a smile, wrapping his arm around the woman in blue.
#answer#answered#answer posting#answer prompt#writblr#crossover#crossover au#blazblue#metroid#ragna the bloodedge#samus aran#wholesome#grim hunting
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