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leonsbunny · 4 months

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Lollipops and Lodorform !!♡

( Death Island!Leon x GN!Medic!Reader || patching up your favorite agent ♡ mutual pining || mentions of injuries/a bit of cussing ♡ if i missed anything plz tell me im so so so tired rn)

The anxiety of being in a waiting room was daunting for him. The feeling of guilt in his heart tugged at his chest as he waited. He didn't know why he felt guilty, like he did something wrong.

Despite the various times he'd been ragdolled on missions, cut up, thrown carelessly around by horrors that Leon didn't want to think about right now, the thing he feared most was hospitals. He didn't like the lodorform smell, the blinding fluorescent light fixtures from above that made everything below them look bland. He hated how enclosed everything was, long hallways, confusing doors.

Leon's cut out of his own thoughts when he hears his name called by one of the nurses up front. He practically jumps out of his chair, already on his feet, to see you.

The sense of familiarity with your last name gave him some sense of relief, he'd met you before out on the field, remembering the lecture you gave him on his ‘acting Rambo’ way of doing things. You'd probably give him another lecture once he stepped into the room you were assigned to.

“Didn't expect to see a person like you here (Y/N).” He comments, somewhat limping into the room. You were typing away at your computer, facing away from him.

Leon knew you well enough to call you by your first name instead of your last. He had the honor ever since you corrected him out in the field. You were a medic, not a doctor.

Being thrown around like a sack of potatoes wasn't too kind on his body. He whinces a bit in pain as he sits down on the parchment paper set on the exam paper. It crinkled under his weight as he sat down the best he could comfortably. “Same here, Leon. When I saw your name on my waiting list, I had to look twice.” You finally turn around, smiling at him. Your smile quickly fades as you see his injuries, Leon notices this but still tries to keep himself level-headed. As if he wasn't thrown across a room mere hours ago.

You get up from your chair, visibly concerned for him. Of course you were concerned, he was hurt. His right hand covering his arm, you lean closer to get a better look at his wound. “Who did this to you?” You ask in a concerned tone, already pulling out the medical supplies you needed to tend to his wounds. As always, Leon tried to play it off cool, play it off casual as if fighting biological man-made horrors was normal. Clearly, it wasn't. “Some guy.” He replies, not elaborating much on exactly who hurt him. At least he was giving you some idea. Usually, he'd rather talk about what you were up to without him or movies he's watched on the shitty cable TV he had back at the motels he stayed at during missions.

“Sure…some guy..” You repeat, gently moving his arm to size up what type of injury you were dealing with today. It was always something new with Leon, and you were always fondly surprised hearing about what he's done on missions by reading his mission excerpts. Glancing back at his wounds, you wonder who or what exactly caused them. You take his word for it. Some guy.

“What brings you over to a place like this? Shouldn't you be out in the field?” Leon tilts his head as he asks his question, leaning against the wall as he sits. “I asked the suits to be stationed here to help out. The staff is underfunded. I didn't expect you to turn up here either.” You reply, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic. He grimaces in anticipation of the stinging feeling he'd get once it makes contact with his skin as he eyes the contents of the bottle.

“Well they wouldn't send me to just any old hospital.” The agent says in reply, smiling nervously as you pull out cotton balls and dab the antiseptic onto them. “That's true. They probably sent you to me specifically for a reason.” That reason being you were a part of the DSO as well, though only you and Leon knew that. No one else did. They wouldn't send Leon to any old doctor. It must've been fate that brought you two together. Some cheesy shit like that, maybe. Or maybe Leon was watching too many romcoms again. Wasn't his fault they were the only things able to broadcast on the shitty cable TVs he had in the motels he had the misfortune of stayed at.

The agent sucks in a breath through his teeth, eyes quickly closing shut when the cotton soaked antiseptic makes contact with the tender reddened flesh on his arm. It'll probably take an hour or two for a full check-up with you. Just to make sure he's alright. That he's okay.

You hand Leon a lollipop, a run-on joke between the two of you. It was a joke at first, that joke turned into a routine whenever Leon eyed the bag of candy you always carried with you expectantly. He doesn't even bother to look at the flavor on the wrapper, stuffing it in one of his many pockets on his person. He puts the lollipop in his mouth, realizing the taste. Butterscotch. His favorite. Second to blue cotton candy. He's pleasantly surprised you still remember him mentioning that to you.

“You need to cut out the Rambo shit, okay Leon?” You sigh softly, Leon knew this was coming. The ‘acting Rambo’ lecture. “You know how much paperwork it is to send medical records to the guys upstairs every single time I patch you up? I worry about you, Leon.” You say, sitting back down in your chair and writing something down on a clipboard.

“You don't gotta worry about me, you know that? You don't have to. It isn't your job to worry over a guy like me.” Leon takes the lollipop out of his mouth as he speaks. He's a bit tired of the lecture you always gave him. But if it meant that he could see you, he'd listen to it over and over again like it was his favorite vinyl on record. Hell, he'd even repeat the words like a chorus to a song if it meant seeing you again. “I know, but…” you trail off, eyes softening as you look at him. Even though you were a medic, at this point, his medic you hated seeing him hurt. “You worry me...” You finish your sentence, getting up from your chair.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Who are you, my mother?” He teases, chuckling softly at his own little joke.

That chuckle turns into a pained groan when he buckles forward, clutching onto his side again. You reach your hand out, though Leon gently swats it away. “You're hurt.” You murmur to yourself, pulling your hand away.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless.” You repeat as you kneel down slightly to look at Leon, who was still buckled over in pain. He breathes heavily, leaning himself back up against the wall again. “How ‘bout you promise me you'll never run out of butterscotch lollipops?” That dumb smile on his face Leon confidently asks his question makes you smile yourself.

“It's a deal, then?” You ask, getting up and handing Leon a blue cotton candy lollipop. This time, he looks at the flavor, smiling to himself even more. “Deal.” He says, putting the lollipop in his snack pocket.

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dannyboy-writes · 4 months

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Just some III

so part three is here!! hope you enjoy Part 4 will be coming soon and that will most likely wrap it up // tags @unicorniusfallapatorius @automaticdinosaurtaco

You woke to a strained neck, and Natasha still sleeping on your shoulder. Her soft curls tickling your skin as she leaned close to you.

You managed to squeamish out of the couch without waking Natasha, then tried to quietly make breakfast.

Her face was calm and she looked peaceful, so you decided to go for a jog into town, thinking of stopping to buy a few pastries on the way back.

Natasha startled awake some time after you left, her head no longer rested on your steady shoulder, and her hand laid on her own leg.

The sun peaking slowly through the window as she got up and smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

She gazed around the room as you waltzed through the front door, a bag in your hand and a smile on your face, your hair a disarrayed mess.

“Went for a run?” She asked, looking at you intently.

“And brought pastries.” You smiled. “Just baked.”

You poured some juice and opened the bag, picking one up and savouring it, as Natasha leaned to pick one.

“We have a location today,” she told you while taking a bite.

“Sweet, when do we leave.”

“In a few hours, you can probably finish your second breakfast with ease.” She smirked.

You raised an eyebrow, “I see you enjoying my breakfast as well.”

“Of course.” She smiled before drinking the last of her coffee, and moving to the sink.

You both got ready before leaving for the direction headquarters had given you and you made sure to pack the rest of the pastries, to Natasha’s annoyance.

You drove to the location, going over the plan with Natasha on the way, and before you finished discussing the specifics, you got there.

Placing your gun in your holster, and straightening your bulletproof vest, you handed Natasha an earpiece, and put one on yourself.

“Okay, so, I’ll go to the front, and you meet him in the back. And done deal,” Natasha told you, placing a few knives here and there.

“Roger that, seems easy. Stay on coms, we’ll get this asshole.”

Natasha smiled, locking the car and heading to her spot, as you left for yours.

“Y/n, come in.” You heard through the comms.

“Nat, missed my voice already?” You teased.

“Jerk. No, I- I wanted to say it was good being on this mission with you. You know, when Fury assigned it to me I wanted to pass it on so badly, I- I guess I thought it would be hard being with you not being with you, you know?” She sighed, “I guess I didn’t want to face my choice of leaving you.”

You didn’t answer.

“It’s not that I don’t still love you. I just… I couldn’t risk my life on the job knowing I had you to go back to, I couldn’t be reckless anymore, and I thought cutting you out was the way to work better… But I was wrong.”

You didn’t answer.

“Y/n…”

“Tasha I- I’m in the middle of something,” you grunted, clearly struggling against someone.

“Going.”

She got there as you fought with the suspect, taking a hit to your nose and dodging a knife to your stomach.

You pushed him as she ran towards you and kneed him in the ribs, making him drop the knife, sending him tumbling towards a wall where Nat subdued him and placed him in cuffs.

You leaned over yourself trying to grasp for air, blood running down your nose, as Nat approached you.

“What a team, huh,” you groaned, standing up.

“You seem to have done the rough bit there, Rambo,” She told you, handing you a tissue for the blood.

“So you do watch movies!” You laughed, grimacing at the sting of your possible busted nose.

“Of course, I have a life too, you know.”

“Yeah, right. Oh, by the way I couldn’t hear anything you were saying, dipshit over there threw a fucking smoke bomb and fell over a car. Car alarms really don’t do anything other than annoy people.”

“They’re supposed to be annoying. So people intervene, you know.” She remarked.

“I don’t think anyone ever heard a car alarm and thought anything other than ‘someone please shut it off’,” you shrugged. “Anyways, what did I miss?”

Natasha’s eyes widened. “Oh, nothing important. I just don’t believe you have an Elvis’ mark on the ceiling.”

“Are you calling me a liar, Romanoff?” You asked with fake hurt as she shrugged.

“You tell me.”

After some time, Fury’s agents came to get the suspect and take him off your hands, and you two went back to the house as you and Natasha both decided it was better to call today off, and head to sleep.

Your head ringed still from the hit, a slight monotone pitch interrupting your sleep, and a sting over your now bandaged nose. Annoying, more than worrisome.

A soft knock pulled your attention off the headache, and suddenly Natasha’s face peaked through the ajar door. Lit by the moonlight coming from your window.

“Hey…” She said, timidly.

“Nat? What is it?” You lifted your back, resting on your elbows.

“No- Nothing. It’s stupid, sorry. I shouldn't have woken you.” She rambled.

“Hey, no, I wasn’t sleeping.” You assured her. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither, my nose burns.” You chuckled.

“No.” She sighed. “I can’t sleep without you, y/n.”

Your eyes widened as Nat gazed down.

“Since when?”

“Always.”

You smiled sadly. “Come in.” You patted the bed beside you. “You need to rest, you’re tired.” You added when she didn’t move from the door frame.

Slowly she made her way to the bed as you moved to the side, and she got in.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you told her, placing your arm behind her back, pulling her closer to you. Your hand moving idly through her hair.

At first she was tense, but she slowly fell into a slumber, steadying her breaths with your own as your hand traced lousy patterns on her head.

You focused on your hand’s movement, your eyes blurring in and out of sleep. With a last glimpse of Elvis’ figure over you before falling asleep with Natasha.

#marvel imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #soft nat

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 months

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Can you do the “forgot their underwear” ask but with the mafias and the other horrors

The first part of the ask is here. I did all the other pairs of skeletons because we don't see them that often here.

Horrorswap Sans - He actually feels a little sad. He knows his brother is not trusting him anymore. Pumpkin used to tell him all this stuff before what happened Underground. He's happy for his brother, but a bit bittersweet.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He doesn't really care. His brother can do what he wants in his free time, it's not of his business. He's still a bit curious though and might not so discreetly spy on them to see what his S/O's look like.

Horrorfell Sans - He thought you were talking to him and naturally started to flirt saying he's flattered but that doesn't belong to him before he sees you're staring at his brother. He's confused for a long moment before realizing he's holding in his hands the underwear his brother wore before... He screams and throws it at his brother in panic, then screams he needs to wash his hands. He's going to get sick. Chief and his S/O are dying of laughter in the living-room.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He stares with a big smile as his brother slowly loses his words and turns tomato red in front of his eyes, so embarrassed, then asks out loud if he was going to tell him before the wedding or what. Copper hisses at him and not so silently asks him to shut the hell up. Chief just smirks back.

Outertale Sans - He couldn't see what his brother's S/O gave Sun so, curious, he floats above them, before brutally coughing when he realizes, then losing his focus to fly and then suddenly crash between the two of them. When he realizes the underwear fell on his head, he high-pitched screams and teleports out of here as fast as he can, blushing hard.

Outertale Papyrus - He jokingly asks his S/O if they saw he has two magic... Moon screams in horror and jumps on his face to make him shut up, closing his mouth with his two hands. Now S/O is curious. What is this thing Moon has doubled? Moon begs S/O to forget about it. Sun just wiggles his eyebrows to his S/O with a big smile.

Dancetale Sans - Rambo starts to chuckle as his brother suddenly blushes, speechless and embarrassed, frantically trying to hide the underwear in a drawer. When he finally manages too, Rambo opens the drawer, picks the underwear back, and starts to laugh like a hyena. Salsa slams the drawer close on his fingers to make him pay.

Dancetale Papyrus - He gasps loudly before jumping out of the window. He doesn't want to know. Act like he's not here and he will definitely act like none of this ever happened.

Dancefell Sans - He rolls his eyes. Tango is dramatic, he's sure he forgot his underwear on purpose just so his S/O would come to take them back. Tango is thanking them very loudly. It sounds so exaggerated that Rumba wants to die. Rumba leaves and goes to his room. Yuck.

Dancefell Papyrus - Tango starts to smile wildly. At least until his brother grabs him by the collar and threatens to break his camera to pieces if he talks about this on his Tik Tok account. Aw :( But it's funny! You're missing out!

Farmtale Sans - He stares in disbelief as his brother starts to panic. Then he thinks for a second, then he gasps, outraged. "so that's where you went when you said you were going to fetch the sheep and then you didn't show up for four hours?" Scandalous! He can't believe it! You let him do all the work to go yoo-hoo with your human D: He's shocked.

Farmtale Papyrus - Ben is shocked that his brother is actually interested in that activity. He looks more obsessed with his fields than by this. You learn something new every day, he guesses. Now he can't unsee it and he's going to have nightmares about it for days, yeah. Not fun.

Mafiatale Sans - Uh???? But his brother doesn't like sex??? How the hell did that even happen? Creeper explains calmly he lost his underwear while he was infiltrating a building because he needed to go to the toilet and had to leave in a hurry. Demon nods. Makes sense. ... Wait, no, it doesn't make sense at all, skeleton doesn't need to go to the toilets??? Creeper smiles at him and leaves. What? Wait! He needs to know? What did you do in the toilets? Explain it, he needs to know!

Mafiatale Papyrus - He looks at his brother then at his S/O with a look of pure disgust and silently leaves the room, letting them wonder what just happened. S/O isn't sure if they should feel offended or not. I mean, it's Creeper, who knows what's going on inside his head.

Mafiafell Sans - Oh shit. When Torpedo's neck cracks towards him to gauge his reaction, Fang realizes that if he laughs, he'll be so dead. He quickly escapes the room and then flees the house lol. He doesn't want to be there to listen to his brother's threats once he's done with his human.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He frowns, then screams "BUT I THOUGHT YOU ONLY LIKED DOGS?". Fang is devastated and panics, trying to explain to his S/O that he means it as a lobby and not... You know. Torpedo only did this for chaos and is now staring at the tension growing with a huge smile on his face. He's a bastard and he has no shame about it.

#horrorswap #horrorfell #outertale #dancetale #dancefell #farmtale #mafiatale #mafiafell #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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sandrockianblues · 1 year

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Heyyy you have any hcs about Andy? Esp with the builder and/or Logan? Always love readin ur hcs btw :3c

Andy? You mean my child? The one I kidnapped expressed adopted without the paperwork? My lil ray of sassy sunshine, Andy? Bold of you to assume I would waste my time creating some headcan-

🦸🏼‍♂️Andy🦸🏼‍♂️

-what a smart adorable little cookie. I mean, look at his adorable freckles and tired eyes!

-this isn’t his first life. You can just tell by how he views the world and dispels random bits of wisdom that no preteen should be capable of doing.

-he’s a big lover of animals and treats most with kindness if they’re friendly and passive. Those that aren’t and that he can just refer to as monsters or mutants or beasts? He still likes to observe them from a safe distance

-you’d think his favorite monster would be a rockyenaroll or a boxing Jack, but nope. It’s a pensky and he’ll take that secret to his grave.

-fastest little thing you’ll ever witness if you manage to not blink. He’s impossible to catch up to or wrangle and he knows it too. He gives Jasmine a run for her money. Because of it, they always have random little races and make bets on them.

-he’s very loyal to Logan and Haru, especially Logan. How can he not be? They’re his dads! He never expected for there to be more room in his heart and life for another person.

-oh but hey, that builder. Hm.

-even after being such a little shit to them in the beginning, he can’t deny that they still treat him with a certain kindness he’s been missing from someone like them.

-ok ok, so what if he kidnapped expressed adopted another parental unit? What if he’s trying to push them towards Logan? What if he’s secretly planning the wedding between the two and seeking covert help for it? Like, mind your own business pls and thanks

-he’s getting better with his manners but sometimes forgets them in his excitement or in a moment of distraction. But he makes up for it when he has his sudden bursts of recollection like: “can you help me tie this?” And soon after you begin- “dang, I forgot to say please. Can you please help me tie this?” Orrr you give him something and he takes off after maybe shouting “awesome!” Or “you’re the best!”, and that’s fine. He’s a kid. But then he’ll either reappear just as fast (kid is like the Flash, remember) or he’ll stop by your door hours later and like “I forgot to say thank you earlier. Sorry ‘bout that. Thanks for earlier!”

-big big big fan of affection from the adults he trusts the most. As soon as he realizes the builder cares for him and loves him? He doesn’t care how tall or old he is even as time progresses, he’ll go from hugging their hips and pressing his cheek to their waist at a fireside meeting, to hanging off them when he’s as tall as Logan, he’ll hang off them.

-not this boy being a long and threatening shadow and- oh. No. It’s just him draping himself across the builder’s back and complaining about his homework again.

-once he realizes how human Logan is and vulnerable at times, he tries to read the man better and keep him from any pain. Even at a young age. He does whatever he can to prevent Logan from enduring any more hurt than before.

-Qi actually likes him! Everyone including the two themselves are surprised about it. Qi was ready to talk this kid’s ear off as a lesson for knocking on his lab’s doors when Andy suddenly told him he wanted to know his thoughts on space exploration for a paper he was writing. Kid actually nabbed the scientist’s heart and now he’s got someone to obsess over space and the stars with. Qi won’t admit it, but he always has time for Andy even when he’s busy.

-family dinners are a must!!! Everyone’s gotta be there. The builder, Logan, Haru, Nemo, grandma Vivi, Rambo, Jasmine. It makes Andy happy seeing some of his found family together.

-he becomes the town’s errand boy for a few years and he actually enjoys it. It keeps him active, healthy, in shape, and expends the energy that used to drive him up a wall! He doesn’t mind running here and there. But he does believe in breaks! They’re important and he’ll chew a person a new one if they tell him to take his break later.

-please please please let the builder ask Andy to help with some commissions. He’s a smart kid! He knows how to read instructions! Lmao what is this? Swedish IKEA furniture? He’s got an active mind and loves when his hard work and efforts are recognized. Plus, he loves the builder and wants to help them. It’s literally a win in his book.

-Jensen thinks Andy likes trains, but really, Andy is just curious about the mechanics and inner workings of them. He won’t break his heart tho so

-Andy often finds himself lounging on a work table of the builder’s when he’s got a free moment and doesn’t have any responsibilities to get to.

-the builder’s home is a second home for Andy. If allowed to come at any time, any day, he’ll take them up on the offer. Bonus points if Nemo has been adopted by the builder too.

-Andy’s got his own throw blanket in their living room. His own toothbrush if he spends the night. His favorite spot to sit. His own books at the bottom of their book shelf. Even his own preferred dishes and silverware.

-Andy’s got a great intelligence and is made for activity and being tasked with things, but for the life of him, he cannot focus on homework if he doesn’t have the right conditions and hasn’t expelled his energy. The builder has gotten used to unlocking their door to find Andy sitting on the floor with his throw blanket over his shoulders, Nemo in his lap, and the child hunched over the coffee table with homework spread across the surface. This even carries on when he gets older.

-Andy likes to let Logan, Haru and the builder know he needs them, even when he doesn’t. So sometimes he’ll request their help with things he’s capable of doing by himself. Or he’ll take on more challenging tasks and ask them for assistance if he knows they can do it. It’s his wordless gesture that he sees their value and reminds them of their importance in his life.

-Andy demands Haru be made a teacher for math and science. He doesn’t have anything against his current one, but the boy has lived with Haru long enough to know how he works and what he has to offer for Andy’s education.

-the builder is the one Andy goes to when he wants to confide in someone. Logan doesn’t really mind it considering he’s the more apparent father figure in his life and he knows how Andy sees him, but he also knows how hard it is to be emotional at times and the builder is someone both of them can trust to take care of his feelings and insecurities.

-if Logan and the builder are together,

-Logan’s gotta accept the fact Andy really loves affection from his S/O, especially if they’re f!builder because of that missing maternal bond he lacks and they make up for. He’s fine with it, just jealous bc now he’s gotta sit on the opposite end of the couch when the two of them are all the way over there, cuddled and bonding. He’s fine.

-it really feels like a family with both his express adoptive parents under one roof with him and their pet (he’ll riot if it’s not Nemo. Literally.) Nothing makes him happier than having them together

-Andy won’t call Logan or the builder “dad” and “mom”- though, he has slipped before and did so, but that’s a story for another time. But he views them as such and treats them like they are. To strangers, he’ll refer to the two of them as his parents or mother/father. He’ll brag about them too because how many other kids can say their dad was an infamous bandit? Or that their parent saved a dying town? That’s right. No one. He’s literally the coolest kid around.

-lmao but if Andy doesn’t get his way with Logan or the builder, he’ll sassily go “whatever, I’ll just ask my other dad.” Before heading to go see Haru

-it never fails to amuse Andy when Logan tries to help his builder in his free time with their commissions only to end up breaking a part they needed because of his brute strength or it just being too tiny in his hands. The boy will be in tears and carve another notch (with builder’s permission) into the side of their work table for amount of times Logan has accidentally destroyed something.

-Andy loves walking Nemo around town to get the pup’s exercise in. He especially loves it when Logan decides to join him and how they could talk about everything and nothing until it’s time to head back.

-and the builder is always there too, waiting for them both with more love and adoration in their eyes than they both think they’re worth.

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nerdy-spooks · 1 year

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Werewolf! Edgar Frog Au Headcannons

Since People are actually showing interest in werewolf Edgar Frog Au I'm going to write a few of the Headcannons for said Au. Let us begin.

(I song I associate with this Au)⬇️

•Edgar Was Bitten while out 'Hunting Monsters' With Alan, He was attacked by What he and Alan Both thought was a very large dog, unfortunately it was not.

•Edgar had not realized what bit him was a werewolf, it wasn't until Alan pointed out Edgar's recently gained traits and behaviors that were reminiscent of The Werewolves in their comics.

• Edgar denied Alan's suspicion of him being bitten by a werewolf/ being one, Edgar denied that until his first full moon, Edgar began feeling Sick, dizzy and disorganized as a whole although once he began transforming a truly horrible sight for his brother and a horrible experience for himself, Edgar realized his brother was right.

•During His First Full Moon he nearly injured his brother so ever since then Edgar goes out into the woods to protect his brother and his parents.

•Speaking of The Frog Brothers Parents, I headcannon them as super neglectful- (I'm projecting just a little 🤏 although I think it's also in the comics-) anyway The Frog Brothers parents don't even realize that one of their sons is no longer human, nor do they notice him going missing every full moon.

•Edgar doesn't embrace being a werewolf, he's more ashamed that He a Hunter has become one of the creatures he swore to hunt down and destroy, despite that he goes on about life pretty normally.

•One thing Edgar loves about his Newfound Werewolf abilities is that he's able to sense more, his senses are off the charts, he vows to use this to his advantage to destroy other monsters. He loves the fact that his stronger, and he's it to his advantage in many aspects, such as Surf N@zi's trying to steal from his parents store, they got their ass beaten lol.

•Obviously The Boys can Vamp Out, and Edgar well he Can Wolf Out, I imagine something similar in fashion to the 2010 Wolfman. However Edgar can be unpredictable like this and it wouldn't be wise to approach him in that state.

•Edgars mind is only feral for about an hour and a half and then he's somewhat back to his regular mind set, so just imagine a werewolf version of Edgar desperately trying to read a comic but he has physical limits obviously in the body of a werewolf. I also imagine Edgar in full werewolf from laying in his room in front of the TV watching Rambo, his tail wags happily whenever something cool happens, it's just cute.

•Alan is overprotective of his brothers secret, If He and Edgar found a new friend they wouldn't tell said new friend about Edgar being a werewolf.

•Now What about Edgar as an adult? Well we already know how he acts in the sequel films, but just imagine his personality as a adult werewolf as being 10X more Edgy.

•Edgar was already a big werewolf when he was a teen but as an adult? He's way bigger, Adult Edgar as a werewolf is just a badass, and he knows it.

•So traits and stuff that he would have, Hunger- He's a lot more hungry than normal, in Particular he craves a lot of meat, good thing the boardwalk has plenty of burger places. Advanced Hearing, Smell and Sight are obvious traits that he gained, he also has a trait of somehow being even more grumpy then he already was! Another personality trait he has gained is being way more Edgy, he's just a edge lord now, If He had a S/O he'd be pulling Twilight lines, straight up- he'd think he's so deadly and dark and brooding, but he's not- he's just a nerd and his S/O would know he's such a nerd.

In Conclusion werewolf Edgar is interesting and he's Certainly a character. Anyway ignore my rambling, let me know if you guys would like me to write Short stories or More Headcannons or For The fangirls- Werewolf Edgar X S/O.

Seriously I need to write more- anyways tagging @silvermaplealder since you seemed to be interested in this AU :D

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You're in the prime of life, you fool

Original article written for Þjóðviljinn on the 13th of January 1990, credited to LG: https://timarit.is/page/2922723

A new play premiered in Hafnarfjörður tonight. Davíð Þór Jónsson: The play is designed with the idea in mind that it can be taken on tour

You're in the prime of life, you fool, is the name of a new play, which the Youth Theater Company of Hafnarfjörður premieres in Bæjarbíó in Hafnarfjörður tonight. The play is by the actors and their director, Davíð Þór Jónsson, and is the second performance of the Youth theater company, which was founded last year and staged the play This is all nonsense, Snjólfur under the direction of Guðjón Sigvaldason.

According to Davíð Þórs, the experiment with Snjólfur was so successful that it was decided to make such performances an annual event, as they both served the purpose of arousing the youth's interest in acting and training prospective members of the Hafnarfjörður Theater Association, which was recently restored.

Actors and director of the Youth theater company on the Bæjarbíos stage. Image by - Jim Smart.

in "You're in the prime of life, you fool" follows Lilla from conception to matriculation. Lilla isn't too all in all, she is a very ordinary girl, who trudges through this ordinary path from the maternity ward to her matriculation exam. Stories of her friends and classmates, who represent certain beliefs or groups, are interwoven into her story, there are pauses in classrooms, quizzes, a confirmation party and a school trip, as well as a beauty queen and various big names.

Steinunn Knútsdóttir and I, who are both members of Leikfélag Hafnarfjörður, started having a four-week course in October last year, says Davíð Þór. - Then there was a play to stage, which was already ready, but we couldn't find anything we liked. So it turned out that we improvised this piece based on certain ideas I had about a farcical play about society and the adults seen from the children's point of view. What I had in mind was to show this double standard that they live with, they are supposed to act like adults. but are not allowed to do what adults are allowed, they are forbidden to watch pornographic films, but are free to watch Rambo and other violent films where blood flows in violent currents.

The kids then worked from these ideas, improvising scenes and characters. We started it in the second half of the course, then spent two weeks adding what was missing and finalizing the script. The result is this over an hour long show, which I direct like an army commander - we have been rehearsing at full strength since between Christmas and New Year.

The kids themselves have worked on everything related to the show: costumes, sets, posters, props, lighting and make-up. It is designed with the idea in mind that you can tour with it because we will only have a few shows here in Bæjarbíó and we have thought about going to school, if there is any interest in it and even abroad, where people have difficulty for a week to find a way around town to get to the theater. But this is all in the early stages.

There are 20 kids in the Youth theater company, which may not be a large percentage of youth from Hafnarfjörður, but it must be considered a good turnout. They are in 7th, 8th and 9th grade, most of them from Öldutún's School, there are three girls from Víðistada School, but none from Lækjar School, for whatever reason. The school authorities are not to blame, there we have met with both interest and understanding. It's true that the kids don't get grade credits for their work at the theater, but I've gotten them time off if they've had to come here, for example for a TV taping, and I've also been able to get them an exemption from homework this week before the premiere.

The premiere will be at 21 tonight and another show tomorrow night at the same time, but in total the Youth theater company expects to show 4-5 times in Bæjarbíó before it goes on tour.

#stefan karl #stefán karl #stefan karl stefansson #stefán karl stefánsson #robbie rotten #1990 #þetta er allt vitleysa snjólfur! (1988)#Þú ert í blóma lífsins fíflið þitt! (1990)

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Angel The Cyborg Panda 10th Anniversary Story

In the Heaviside Galaxy, Angel is flying across the galaxy with her spaceship with her friends to explore around before going home to Planet Heaviside.

Amy is looking at the galaxy while Lucas sitting by her joining looking at the galaxy as well while holding hands.

“I really love looking at the stars in the galaxy. It’s very beautiful and interesting. Saving your parents from the monster planet and saving the world it’s just amazing journey.” Said Blue Moon aka Craze.

“You made new friends from different worlds such as Smoothie, Cameron and Candy, and most importantly, Princess. Moving from here to the human world to study plants and much more.” Said Potion.

“Mhm. Oh I miss being here. And I became a plant biologist and illustrator and now I came back here to see you guys and my family again.” Angel Said.

“I’m glad you came back, bestie. We miss you so much.” Said Pepper.

“Yeah and you came back here for occasions. Like birthdays, Holidays, and Weddings. And baby showers of course.”Said Bunny as she look at her and potion’s baby rabbit who’s cooing in her baby carrier in the middle seat.

The baby is a female brown rabbit with different ears from both parents, pink spots from her mother, and got different eye colors are from both parents.

“Oh your little kit is so adorable! Oh I can’t for Laser and I to have kits together in the future!” Said Cute exciting.

“Yeah.”Said Laser as he hold Cute’s hand as he smiles at her.

Angel smile at her friends as she’s riding a ship, thinking about the memories as teenagers and as Adults.

2 hours later they returned to Heaviside and sees that the whole city missing and no where to be seen.

“Huh, that’s strange? There’s no one there?” Said Pepper.

Blue Moon sniff out on the ground and then he said. “There’s no scent of people.”

“Do we think that Scratch has something to do with this?” Asked Amy.

Angel scan around as she said. “No one in those buildings. Looks like we’re going to save them guys! Come on!” Angel run to find people as her friends follows her.

After trying to find people in buildings including Scratch’s base but no one is there.

“Looks like no one’s in the building, boss.”Potion Said.

Rabbit Kit is cooing as she begins to cry.

“Oh no. Shhhhhh… It’s going to be okay. We’re going to find our people.”Said Bunny.

“Yeah. And we will reunite with them after we find them.”Said Potion.

The Rabbit Kit laugh as they made her happy.

“Now what?”Asked Lucas.

“What should we do, Angel? Amy asked.

“We must keep looking for them…” Angel answered as she’s sad.

Her friends gasp in shocked after hearing what she said.

“Ok, we’ll just keep looking for them until we found them. Said Laser.”

They keep looking for others until they see a hotel that’s covers in drapes.

Angel looks up and turn around to see others and said. “Well this is it. Get ready guys.”

Her friends nodded as they get into a position.

Angel carefully opens the door to the hotel with drapes blocking their way.

“Surprise!!!” Everyone Said as they see Angel and her friends. Her other friends, her family and citizens of Heaviside.

“Happy Anniversary, Angel!” Said Princess who hugged her as Angel hug her back.

Her parents Dan and Pearl goes to her and hugs their daughter.

“Princess?! Mom! Dad! Guys what is all this!?” Asked Angel.

“Of you guys come to life of course. It’s been 10 years. Even though I existed since 13 years. Rebel 12 or 11, my cousins 11, and a lot more that I can mention.” Said Smoothie.

Raeacat run to Angel and hug her tightly and said. “Oh my goodness! Happy 10 years! It’s about to be 10 years for me in November 13 or 14?“

“You can say that yeah.” Said Princess.

“Hey Angel. Happy Anniversary.” Said Purple.

“Thanks! I didn’t realize it’s 10 years!” Said Angel.

Carly and Rambo barks as they ran to Angel jumping up to her.

“Hey Carly, Hey Rambo!” Said Angel as she pets her dogs.

Rambo bark happily at her.

“Me, your friends, and everyone helped me out with this to this Anniversary very special for you, them, and your friends.” Said Princess.

“Awwww. How sweet of you, Princess.” Said Bunny.

“Mhm. Thanks Bunny.” Said Princess as she see a baby kit and gasp in excitement. “And who’s this little kit?”

“This is our first kit Rose!”Potion Answered.

“She’s so adorable! She looks just like you, Potion! The pink spots is from the mother, But the ears and the eyes is from both of you!”Said Princess.

Rose laughs as she smiles at Princess.

Princess see a mysterious present on the table and picks it up. “Hmm?”

“I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since we’re existed. But it’s mostly about you sis.”Said Regina.

“Yeah. 10 years. I found you after you gone missing since the kidnapping of our family and our younger brother Frankie.” Said Angel.

“And I escaped from and Scratch and then I found you and stick beside you until we got our parents back.”Said Frankie.

“Wow, Babe. Your Sister is a hero to us.” Said The Red Panda named Terrence who’s Regina’s Boyfriend.

“Yeah. She is, baby.” Said Regina.

“So Angel. I know you’ve been living in a human for 5 years now. Are you thinking about coming back here?” Asked Cameron.

“No. I’m moving back down here. To be for my people and saving the world here.” Said Angel as she smiled.

“Oh, Angel!” Said her Mother Pearl as her eyes tears of joy along with her Husband Dan.

The cat twins Frost and Snow walk to Angel as they hug her as Angel hug them back.

“I’m so grateful that you’re coming back home here. My Boyfriend and his twin sister told me a lot about you.” Said The Calico Cat named Melony.

“Yeah and stories about your adventures and life.” Said the Singapura Cat named Warner.

“Hey, Angel!” Yelled Princess as Angel turn around to her.

“What is it, Princess?” Asked Angel.

“Someone got this for you, but it doesn’t say who’s it from.”Said Princess.

“Oh.” Said Angel as she grab it from her and look at it. “Hmm.”She opening it and it was a hologram.

“It’s that a-“ Runt said as he was interrupted by his Wife Terri aka Smoothie.

“Hologram.” Smoothie Said.

The hologram turns on by itself and then it’s shows a woman that look identical to Princess.

“Hello Angel, and hello everyone who’s watching this hologram recording right now. It is I. The Real Princess aka the Creator.”Said the woman.

“Goodness me.” Princess said with surprise look.

“I can’t believe it’s been 10 years now. Times flies. I’m glad I kept you Angel and your friends. Oh and Enemies too. Which they should be here there too since I decided to invite them over too.” Said The Woman.

Angel and the others stared at Princess with harsh expressions on their faces.

Princess chuckled as she said. “What?! There can’t be an Anniversary without the bad guys right?”

All of the sudden the sound of laser broke the wall of the hotel.

Scratch and the rest of the villains showed up.

“Did I miss anything before we arrived?” Asked Scratch.

“Yes.” Angel answered.

Princess nods as she said “But… I’m glad you guys came for this special day.”

“Anyways as I was saying. Angel. Thank you so much for being there with me for 10 years. You’re like my comfort OC. From 2014 to 2024. Happy 10 Years, Angel and the rest of you. Hoping for another 10 years.” The woman said as the hologram shut off after the message.

“Well my real self sent this to us then.” Said Princess.

Angel didn’t say anything but tears forming from her only eye.

“Well. I guess I’ll just-“

Princess was interrupted by Angel as she hug her tightly by surprise. She then hug Angel back as everyone cheered and clapped by this.

“Well what we waiting for? Let the Anniversary party begin!” Raeacat yelled in excitement as the party was started as everyone danced.

The scenes shows them enjoying the party such as showing off the cake. The cake is a galaxy themed with half blue and half green, with Angel and her friends face and Scratch’s and her allis face’s, another one of Angel and her friends enjoying the cake, third one of Angel and her family, fourth is Angel and Scratch scrowling at each other with anger, and five of Angel and Princess.

Everyone is gather together for a big group picture as Angel puts her phone on a tripod to keep still, while holding a mini controller to take the picture and walks away to get to the group.

“Everybody say Happy 10 Years!” Yelled Angel.

“Happy 10 Years!” Everyone Said as the picture is taken.

The picture saying Happy 10th Anniversary Angel!

The End 🦾🐼

And that’s the celebration story!

OCs, Story, and Art belongs to me

#story #my story #atcp 10 #10 years of the cyborg panda #my ocs #my sona #my persona #persona #anthros #science fiction #anniversary #my writing #princessmagichuman #human #ocs #original characters #sona #cyborg

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welcometothelightside · 4 months

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E1: The Glory of the Star Wars Prequels

An article doing a deep look into the positive side of the Star Wars Prequels.

SPOILERS FOR STAR WARS PREQUELS AND THE CLONE WARS TV SHOW

Let me preface this with the simple fact that there is good in everything. With this fact in mind, I implore you to look at the light side. It’s a whole lot brighter, the grass greener, the air fresher. Take a seat, look up at the stars. They shine for you.

I am undoubtedly a Prequels kid, which means just like Originals kids and Sequels kids, there’s a bias. A huge example of this being, I don’t care much for the Originals. I was born in 1998, a generation long past the cutting edge CGI that Skywalker Sound and Lucasfilms had brought to the world before my time.

I know, I know. I just made a couple enemies. Unfortunately, Star Wars fans have quite the reputation for being downright nasty to one another, which I think is quite the shame. After all, we're supposed to be looking at the light side!

Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate that the Originals exist and what they stand for. They are foundation blocks in the science fantasy genre, CGI, and sound design. They simply follow a script and style to me that’s a time I’m not a part of. An era where villains are evil, because the protagonist said so. This I feel, led into the 80’s love for heavy action flics. Chasing the high that epic space battles and being a hero inspired in people.

After all, there were a whole lot of people who got a nice long look at Arnold Swartzenagger’s ass in 1984 and loved it. Rambo in 1982 decimated a whole lot of people’s lives, and the audience drank it up and stayed on his side. Such was the way with villains being 2-dimensional static creatures.

I feel Vader was a missed opportunity of his era, one that George Lucas later rectified in the production of the Prequels. As a creative, and a writer I find that it can never only be the protagonist that tells a story, the antagonist is also a massive key in making sure a plot is more than a simple one line narrative.

If you compare villains from the late 1970s and 80s, you could count their lines on a single hand. They didn’t speak, these universal dark figures. They were tall (the actor for Vader being 6’6”), overbearing, dressed in black, intimidating figures with the personality of a cardboard cut out.

Now look at, say, the movie Joker from 2019, a movie focusing entirely on the bad guy. Our interpretation from then to now of what a villain is has drastically changed. Anakin is a fantastic representation of what I feel a villain should be. He’s a massive reason why I favor the Prequels above both the Originals and Sequels.

So let’s start with him, shall we? Anakin Skywalker has one of the most fleshed out villain arcs I’ve ever had the privilege to witness. My favorite thing about it being that it’s not rushed. His fall takes place over a total of 6 hours and 56 minutes including credits. That’s a good deal of time for a trilogy, considering he is for the most part the main character throughout.

There are no doubt hoards of angry fans out there that swear that Hayden Christensen was an absolute idiot through every scene. After all, his character has more memes than any other in Star Wars. His hatred for sand is well known. What those fans don’t seem to want to realize is that Christensen did everything exactly as George Lucus asked him too. The Prequels were a love product of Lucas’s mind, and as a creator to me that's a beautiful thing.

Hayden was supposed to be cringy and awkward. You were supposed to wince when all Anakin can think to say is “I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere.” But this is a 19 year old boy, who has basically never talked to a beautiful woman in his life. I mean let's take a moment to appreciate this outfit:

That boy that has no doubt used Padme as his spank bank material for the last several years of adolescence. How could you not with her looking as gorgeous as that? She ‘s confident, regal, and smiles at him, and every chemical in his body is no doubt screaming at him to make a move.

Anakin is a Jedi, prohibited from emotion expression. He has no practice, no training, and absolutely no confidence outside of an overcompensating bravado. This is his attempt at sharing a part of his life with her, a way of opening up when he doesn’t know how. I certainly would not like to look back on how I flirted at 19. Anakin’s inability to talk in a straight sentence makes perfect sense and Hayden and Jake's portrayals were brilliant from start to end. We live in a society where shitty pick-up lines about angels exist.

Also, an extra shout out to the fantastic acting from Jake Lloyd. The community really let him down.

There’s also The Clone Wars animated series to consider, another brilliant series which is beloved by a portion of the community and dismissed by the other. Matt Lanter does just as good of a job with Anakin as his other actors. He brings a playfulness to the character that doesn’t always get shown in the films.

We get a chance to see Anakin in his element, excelling in Force abilities and dealing with a variety of challenges that only further explain how he becomes Darth Vader. His arrogance, anger, and struggle to become what people want him to be, was and remains incredibly relatable to me. He will likely remain one of my favorite characters forever.

However, as a child it wasn’t Anakin that drew my interest. I wasn’t a very boy crazy kid. I was a little kid who wanted to go into the Marine Corp to be like my father. This made the Jedi as a whole incredibly interesting to me. So as a young nine year old I had the Jedi Code memorized, and would say it like a mantra all the time. Yoda was my internal mentor, and I thought of little else but this escapism.

Some kids wanted to be firefighters and rockstars when they grew up, I wanted to be a Jedi. Though there was a time when I wanted to be a rockstar too. I loved Star Wars in the midst of my father’s alcohol addiction, and my mother’s codependency; with an older brother who wanted nothing to do with me, all while grappling with the fact I would someday become transgender.

Not that I knew it at the time of course, it was much easier to pretend I was some alien where gender norms and bad parenting didn’t exist. A place where I was the important hero, I think we all have fandoms like this. The ones that saved and damned us. Coming to eventually accept that watching the Phantom Menace over and over again wasn’t going to have Yoda appearing at my door was devastating.

Such a disappointment in fact, I forsook Star Wars for a good decade. I hated it, I despised it. Such was the power it had over me, I came to hate sci-fi as a genre. Aliens were despicable, and sci-fi was dumb. Teenage angst gripped me, and I forgot about my childhood whispering the Jedi Code and writing Star Wars fanfiction in notebooks.

Then in 2019, my husband convinced me to watch the first two Sequels films because he wanted to see episode 9 in theaters with me. I begrudgingly, mostly through my love for him, agreed. I watched episode 7, like a critic. I found everything wrong with it, and hated Rey with a passion. But then I watched the next one, and then we went to theaters to see the last.

Somewhere in that process the ice around my heart for a series I had adored long ago melted away. I fell into it hard, consuming the Prequels again for the first time as an adult. Those feelings, that love I had before, came back. For over a year it consumed me. We got a cat, I named her Rey. I wrote over a hundred thousand word fanfiction, that I am now in the work of rewriting. We watched The Clone Wars TV show. I listened to a song that reminded me of Anakin, some 180 times or so Spotify told me.

One of the most exciting parts of watching the Prequels again was Obi-Wan, a character I dismissed as a little boy. I figure he fell into that silly category, such as little girls love Legolas and women love Aragorn. He was a complete sleeper character for me, and it was a blast to actually figure him out.

Watching them again after all that time, was a lot like watching them for the first time. How I didn’t adore Kenobi before I have no clue. This was especially prevalent when watching The Clone Wars TV series. Satine gave him such a beautiful dimension, and I adore that he so completely captures what a heroic tragedy is.

I also found him relatable, his loyalty to a wretched fault is something that I myself have had to learn from -- time and time again. And damn can Ewan Mcgregor wield a lightsaber. It amuses me to no end that they were forced to slow footage of his fight with Maul down, because the two of them were too fast for the camera. This dorky guy from Scotland received accolades from a martial artist with years of experience.

That’s another thing that I heavily prefer compared to the Originals, the lightsabers and their combat. Granted there was a very valid reason for the format in the Originals, I adore the faster pace they were able to pull off later on. Same as I’ve continued to enjoy the fact that more and more colors have gotten to come out and play. Blue, green, yellow, white, purple, red. The list goes on and on, each one with their own meaning. Though, despite blue being my least favorite color, it is likely the color I myself would end up with as a Jedi. I’ve always had quite the Hero Complex.

Another sleeper character for me, mostly because he falls under that tall, intimidating cardboard cut out character type I mentioned before is Maul. His epic combat sequence and double saber, was well received. But he’s quickly sliced in half in the name of Obi-Wan’s character development. Though let’s be honest that’s what you get when you fuck with the kid who has always been picked last.

The Clone Wars TV show really brought Maul’s character to life for the first time. For one he was given dialogue, which Sam Whitwer kicked ass at (though I will admit I have a bias toward the man himself, he’s so delightful in just about everything). Love a good “Kenobi” scream. Not only was his voice perfect, his character design was top notch. The way his legs slowly evolve with his character, really showcased his development for the audience.

Then of course add in his revenge by murdering Obi-Wan’s only significant other, he’s a fan favorite. And if all of that didn’t sell you, there was his fight with Ashoka. A utterly majestically animated combat sequence that had us all on the edge of our seats.

As a kid another set of well beloved characters flew under the radar for me. The Clones. What as a kid was a bunch of dudes chilling in white armor became tear jerking characters that I mourned for during Order 66. Rex became such a figurehead to sacrifice and duty, the Bad Batch a lovely representation of commitment to a cause that only looked down to them for what were in all technicality, disabilities. Making them A+ models for kids with disabilities, and those that never fit in.

I sat in silence when clone 99 sacrificed himself for his fellow brothers. Needless to say I no longer see them as just a bunch of white suits. And I just love that Anakin, even as Vader kept his troopers by him with Vader’s Fist.

I’m not one for war stories, or much action in general to be honest. I am at my core a romantic in love with the supernatural and fantastical. Yet the Clone Wars is the closest I ever came to loving a war story, because that really was what it was. Tales from battlefields, the rise and fall of two sides in a war.

It ended up a goddamn perfect story.

And if you are not yet aware of my incredible bias, let me tell you some of my favorite parts. Little bits, I came to adore in my life. Small moments that stick with me as excellent examples of everything I love about Star Wars, this story that helped raise me.

Every scene that takes place between Anakin and Padme on Naboo. Perhaps to others the quote, “You are in my very soul, tormenting me.” Would be considered terribly embarrassing. To me it was a gradual slide into the grand romantic gestures I would crave and write about in my own works.

The talk between Padme and Obi-Wan as they both realize every way the universe has come to fail them. Padme mourning a life of lies and disappointments, Obi-Wan finally admitting that he’s failed Anakin. The flex of John Williams as the words “I’m sorry,” leave Obi-Wan’s mouth.

Followed by the duel on Mustafar, the fall of Anakin and the death of everything Obi-Wan Kenobi ever stood for. A showstopping piece of set design, color theory, and rabid emotion.

Several scenes in the Clone Wars TV series particularly captured me, left me longing and breathless. Wishing desperately that I could someday make something like that, envy turning me green. The entirety of the slave arc, with both Anakin and Obi-Wan. Such a perfect representation of who their characters are.

The Umbara arc, a look into the Clones, the way the universe sees them as expendable and useless. Rex’s weariness for battle, the tragedy of the many made individual.

Satine’s death, the memorable way Obi-Wan leans over her. The mourning of everything he never got to have. Sacrificing himself for an Order that was nothing it marketed itself to be. A pacifist made soldier.

The scene between Clovis and Anakin. Nothing made me cackle quite like the way he threw his saber aside to beat the shit out of Clovis bare handed. All that anger, all that love. A showcase of how unhealthy his marriage actually was.

The duel as I mentioned before between Ashoka and Maul, and her battle scene during order 66. I especially adored the way she used both her sabers to cut a hole in the floor to escape blaster fire. So many scenes, so many moments. It feels good to gush about a series that has become so close to my soul.

Thank you so much for listening in on this topic. I hope you got a little taste of the Light Side.

Royce signing off.

#star wars #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ashoka tano #yoda #darth maul #darth vader #welcometothelightside

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anthropologist-on-the-loose · 3 years

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I spent the last 2 hours looking at lists of slang used by American truckers over CB radio during the 70′s and there is some quality lingo here, including but not limited to:

Smokey or Smokey Bear: A law enforcement officer, usually highway patrol.

Miss Piggy: A female police officer

Evel Knievel: Police officer on a motorcycle

Fox in the hen house: Unmarked police vehicle.

Flying doughnut: A police helicopter.

Bear in the air: Police officer in some form of aircraft (particularly helicopters).

Bear rolling discos: A speeding police car with its lights flashing.

Kojak with a Kodak: Police officer running radar.

Feeding the bears: Paying a ticket or citation.

Brush Your Teeth And Comb Your Hair: A law enforcement vehicle is radaring vehicles.

Bambi: A deer, dead or alive

Road pizza: Roadkill.

General Mess of Crap: A GMC truck

Crotch rocket: A motorcycle built for speed; not a Harley-Davidson.

Shiny side up: Your vehicle hasn't flipped over after a rollover or accident. "Keep the shiny side up" means to have a safe trip.

The Dirty: Cleveland, Ohio

Bumper Sticker: A vehicle that is tailgating another vehicle. Also called a "hitchhiker".

Destruction: Road construction.

Driving Award: A speeding ticket.

Greasy Side Up: A vehicle that is upsidedown.

Angry kangaroo: A truck with one (or both) of its headlights out.

Buster Brown: UPS truck.

Fender Bender: An accident (now used by the general public).

Pregnant roller skate: A Volkswagen Beetle.

Piggy Bank: An armored Car.

Turkey hearse: A truck with a load of turkeys headed for slaughter.

Corn patch: The Midwest.

Hippie Haven / Bat City / Waterloo: Austin, Texas.

Idiot Island: California.

Lost Wages: Las Vegas, Nevada.

Rhymes with Fun: Regina, Saskatchewan.

Spud Town: Boise, Idaho.

Bear bait: An erratic or speeding driver.

Bird-dog: RADAR detector.

Boop Boop/Cluck Cluck Chicken Truck: Ways chicken haulers greet each other

CB Rambo: Someone that is talking real tough on the radio, often when no one can identify them or their location due to the anonymity of CB radio

Choke and puke: A truck stop restaurant, especially one known for its less-than-quality food.

Go-go juice: "I need to get some fuel."

Good buddy: In the 1970s, this was the stereotypical term for a friend or acquaintance on the CB airwaves. Now the term "buddy" can be used similarly as the term "good buddy" now means a homosexual, especially driver.

Mud Duck: A CB user that has a weak signal and they keep trying to talk despite the fact that no one can understand them.

Rocking Chair: The vehicle(s) in a group positioned between the Front Door and Back Door drivers. Called the Rocking Chair because drivers in that position of the group can relax while speeding because the Front Door and Back Door drivers are watching for the police.

Bonus! Novelty song about trucking from 1975 that uses a bunch of this slang

#in which i say things #language #trucking #subcultures

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keepscrollinghun · 1 year

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why this looks like the mafia trying to kidnap a smol kid ಥ⌣ಥ

be careful she's a feisty smol bean

my ssoram heart ಥ⌣ಥ

#found it on weibo good lord they're missing rambo there ಥ⌣ಥ #missing boram hour #👑clowns #my bunch of clowns #t-ara #t ara #jeon boram

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midnightstar-90 · 3 years

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Live Laugh Love~ Rockets, Communists, and the Dewey Decimal System

Masterlist | Taglist | Request

Georgie Cooper x Reader

Summary: To appease his worried mother, Sheldon employs the techniques of a self-help book to try and make a friend.

Warnings: None

AN: I plan to write a new chapter once a week. It may change at the end of the school year. On the other hand, I tried to add more to the story. I hope you guys like it.

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Y/N's Pov

I am walking to lunch, and when I round the corner, I see Mary and George looking through the lunchroom window and talking to each other. I make a confused face while listening in on their conversation. "Look at him. It breaks my heart," Mary says sadly. "Poor little guy. Sitting all alone", George says sadly while responding to Mary's comment. "I don't know why his brother or even Y/N can't sit with him. Actually, Where is Y/N. I don't see her anywhere."

"I'm right here," I say, spooking Mary and George before continuing with, "Also, I tried to sit with Sheldon on his first day, and he said it would be best for me to sit with people who have the same intellect as me. I found that rude because he meant Georgie, and I am so much smarter than Georgie. Anyways, Georgie doesn't sit with him because he says In school, they don't know each other". I look between Georgie and Sheldon, then look at my godparents. "Yeah, come on Mary, when you were in high school would you have lunch with a nine-year-old," George asked Mary. "Yes, I would have," Mary responded. "Well, there is something wrong with you." I took George's words as a sign to leave.

"Well, I'm... gonna... go," I told the married couple before heading into the lunchroom to sit with Georgie and our friends. I sat down to Georgie, trying to fit as many grapes as he can into his mouth. "Fourteen," he yelled out while all of Georgie's friends cheered him on. Georgie spits them all out before turning to me. "What did you think," Georgie asked me, trying to get my opinion on his 'cool' trick. "Georgie, if I wanted to see you stuff your mouth, I would just wait till dinner. In other words, not that interesting," I told my best friend. Georgie replied with a sad "oh" before going back to talking with his friends. I went back to finishing my newest sketch of a finch.

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Georgie and I walked into the house. "Georgie, would you do me a tiny little favor," Mary asked Georgie while he was getting a drink out of the fridge. I sat with the girl I thought of as a little sister before saying hi. Georgie responded back with a "like what" before Mary asked Georgie to sit with Sheldon. I already told Mary why I don't sit with Sheldon. Missy with her smart remarks told Georgie, "Don't do it. I ate with him in second grade, it really hurt my social life." Georgie walked off while replying to Mary with a "No thanks". I kicked Missy under the table, then gave her a 'seriously' look. I shook my head and followed Georgie to 'help' him with his homework, which was more like do his work.

I don't follow Georgie because I'm his lost puppy. I follow Georgie to help him. Without me, Georgie would grow up to be a homeless man with great hair. I am basically Georgie's Guardian angel.

"Georgie, why do I always end up doing your homework? At this point, I don't even think you know how to read. Those magazines are just for show, and you know it. You probably only look at the pictures," I said to Georgie while sitting on his bed doing our geometry homework. "Aw, come on Y/N, don't you know that you're the smartest out of both of us. Without you, I would probably still be in the 5th grade. You were right about something though, those books are for looking, but I can read you." I roll my eyes at Georgie's comment before looking down and smiling.

I admit I might have a bit of a crush on Georgie but we're best friends, and how could I ever compare those girls in his magazine. If I tell Georgie that I like him, that could ruin our friendship, and that would be weird because we live together. So, I just stick to being his best friend. That way our friendship isn't ruined and I can still be as close to him as I can.

"Well I finished your homework and it's 10 o'clock, so I guess this is it. Have a good night," I said before heading out.

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Georgie's POV

Y/N walked out of my room. I felt sad because she was gone. We talk all day, she does my homework, and we have practiced together, but I still miss her. "Maybe I like her," I mumble to myself while laying down staring at the ceiling. "Naw, that can't be," I said. I shut off my light and fell asleep.

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Y/N's POV

I was leaving my art class when I see Sheldon talking to one of the cheerleaders. It's weird to be seeing Sheldon interacting with people without them running off and crying. It interested me so much I decided to listen in.

"Go wolves," Sheldon said in a monotone voice. Jessica closed her locker confused. Sheldon responded back to Jessica with, "You're a cheerleader, and by saying "Go Wolves" I'm initiating a conversation about something that interests you." "Oh, are you one of those special ed kids," Jessica asked still trying to understand what was happening. The older sister part of me kinda felt angry that she said that, but on the other hand she was talking to Sheldon. "My mom says I'm special. Would you like to be friends" Sheldon asks. She tells him, no, but Sheldon keeps going, "Are you sure? What if I told you I admired your boldly-applied makeup?" Jessica walks off offended.

I walk up to Sheldon frantically and say, "Sheldon, you can't say mean things like that. I'm at the top of the pyramid today, and Jessica is right underneath me." "Oh, I didn't know what I said was offensive. I thought that I was complimenting her," Sheldon says. "Well, just try not to insult people. If you don't know what to say, don't say anything to them." Sheldon replies with an "alright" before walking away from me. I watch Sheldon go before heading to my next class.

I got to my next class and I sat down beside Georgie. "I just ran into Sheldon trying to make friends," I told Georgie while I get the stuff I need for class out of my backpack. "I feel bad for whoever had to put up with Sheldon. That boy is not one for making friends," Georgie responds to my comment. "Well, I think it's cute, but I feel bad because he didn't make one friend." "You sound like my mom," Georgie says. I glare at Georgie. The teacher walks in and starts the class.

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I hear Mary yelling about how Sheldon made a friend. I felt happy for him. I feel like Sheldon would really benefit from having a friend. I mean, I have Georgie, and we're inseparable.

I also heard Sheldon ask if he can start his rocketry hobby again with his new friend and I dipped. The last time he launched a rocket he killed a family of squirrels and my eyebrows. I wanted to bond with Sheldon so I helped him with his rocket.

I went downstairs to watch tv with Missy. She was watching DuckTales. "I'm surprised you're not with Georgie," Missy comments as I sit down with her. I roll my eyes and say, "Georgie isn't my whole life. I talked to Sheldon earlier, and now I just want to hang out with you. Sheldon has a new friend now, I have Georgie, but I feel like you don't have anyone to hang out with. So, what do you say tomorrow I take you to get your nails done." Missy's eyes go wide and she excitedly shouts, "Yes, I'm gonna go tell mom!"

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After school, Missy and I went to get our nails done.

(Missy's Nails)

(Y/N's Nails)

When Missy and I got home Mary told us that Sheldon's friend was coming over. Missy and I sat down to talk and watch tv. There was a knock at the door, and that set Mary off. "He's here," she yelled. "Everybody, stay calm! Just a normal day, just a normal dinner," she continued. Missy asks if she and I can eat in front of the TV, which obviously didn't end well.

We're all sitting at the dinner table, except for Mary, when George starts asking Tam, questions. George makes it weird when he asked Tam if his mom was named Kim-lee. Me and Georgie look at each other with a cringed look.

Georgie releases us from the weird vibes when he asks Tam, "So, Vietnam, like in Rambo." Tam responds with a "yes" and then Georgie continues with, "That's a cool movie." Georgie asks Tam if he's in Rambo and I look at him and elbow him in the ribs. Georgie says, "oww, what was that for" before Tam tells him "no". Sheldon brings the conversation back to George's comment, but it is cut off by Mary serving dinner.

We learned a lot about Tam's family and life. It was very interesting. Georgie said a couple more stupid things, which earned him a few more elbows to the ribs.

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I was in my room, getting ready for bed. Georgie walks in and sits on my bed.

(Y/N's Room)

(Y/N's PJ's)

"How was the day with my sister," Georgie asks me. I sign for Georgie to get off the bed and say, "We had fun. After our nails, we went to Dairy Queen and got a blizzard. I think Missy and I really needed today, you know." Georgie helps me make my bed and continues the conversation, "I missed you today." "Is Georgie Cooper jealous? Georgie Cooper didn't have someone to do his homework and now he's sad," I said mocking Georgie. Georgie grows a sad look on his face and says, "No, I missed my best friend. Not the girl that does my homework, or the girl that helps me clean my room. I miss the girl I talk to for hours. The girl that makes me feel special compared to the rest of my family. I miss that girl and that girl is you."

"Wow, that was deep for a kid that went a couple of hours without seeing me, but I know how you feel. Missy and Sheldon don't know how to do the things we do. I almost made Missy cry by insulting her earlier. I think I hang around boys too much," I say getting ready to lay down. Georgie climbs into the bed with me and we silently talk for the rest of the night.

#montana jordan #georgie cooper #georgie cooper x reader #george cooper #mary cooper #missy cooper #sheldon cooper #meemaw #young sheldon #big bang theory #fanfic #x reader #connie tucker #wattpad

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Can You Do Me A Favour?

Barney Ross (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: injury, drinking, sexual content implied, mentions of violence, swearing

Context: the reader is a member of the Expendables and has a crush on Barney. After a job, the two have some time together.

A/N: as promised, here is some Expendables stuff! I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy it! (Just a heads up: I have more Rambo and Escape Plan stuff coming, and most likely some more TLB content, too.)

Masterlist

(I'm also going to tag @yuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in this, because they expressed interest in Expendables stuff earlier😊💛)

The cold water is pleasant on my heated skin as I cup my hands under the steady stream flowing from the tap, splashing it into my face when a suitable pool has formed in the space. A gasp escapes me from the stark contrast in temperatures, using my fingers to rub slightly at my skin, trying to work out the headache that has set in, only to hiss when I accidentally press into one of the new scars on the side of my face. Pulling back, I repeat my action, doing my best to distract myself from the plaguing thoughts in my head, still disgusted at myself for having them.

But even now, as I massage the contours of my face, I can't get the images of my boss out of my head. Not the sight of him taking out a ring of attackers using his revolver and sharpshooting skills, not the way his exposed arm muscles flexed with each movement, not the determined look on his rugged face and certainly not the fierce eye contact he made with me when he turned around again. At the mere memory of this, a flush of heat goes through me, eyes squeezing shut to force myself to blank them out, not quite realising that his stare is branded into my subconscious. Biting my lip, I shake my head, forcing down the picture of his muscular body and large hands on my body as he dragged me from the collapsing building, not five hours ago.

Growling, I reach over and grab hold of the beer bottle nearby, glancing at my haggard features in the mirror before taking a deep drink, wincing at the stale flavour, having had the drink for far too long. I can see the tension in my body, each muscle tight and uncomfortable, my posture ramrod straight and clearly wrong, my eyes clouded with exhaustion and what I can only assume is loneliness.

As soon as I'd gotten in from the last job, I'd headed straight into the bathroom, grabbing a beer from the fridge as I went, needing to clear my head. Nothing I did could help, my head always circling back to that one person. Frustrated, I slam the bottle on the counter top, wincing when it shatters from the force, a particularly sharp shard slicing into my palm.

Damn him. Damn Barney Ross for getting into my head.

I clean up my hand, just bandaging it up when my phone buzzes, the screen lighting up. Frowning, I look over at it, confused. Nobody calls me. Nobody, except my boss.

Picking up the phone, I groan to myself as I realise it is, in fact, Barney. For a second, I debate letting it go to voicemail, before I finally give in, accepting the call and placing the phone to my ear.

"Sir?" I greet him politely, wondering what he needs.

"How many times have I told you not to call me "sir"?" Barney's gravelly voice sounds through the phone, a low chuckle evident in his tone. I have to ignore the effect his voice has on me, the sound giving me butterflies in my stomach.

"Sorry, sir- ah, shit." I sigh at my own habit, "You alright?"

"Yeah, guess so. Just lonely. Figured you might be, too." He admits, tone going soft as he speaks.

"Bold of you to assume that." I tease, but continue, "Though you are, as always, right."

"Should tell Christmas that, might listen to you." The veteran laughs again, the joke drawing a similar reaction from me.

"We all know he listens to no one but himself." I quip back, still waiting for him to tell me why exactly he called.

"True, true." Barney's grin is almost audible, my mind instantly bringing up an image of that particular expression into my head, much to my chagrin, "You got any plans for tonight?"

Surprised, I take a second to reply, unsure of where this is going.

"No, it's too late. Ain't really got many friends outside work, anyway." I inform him, going out of the bathroom and into the lounge.

"Fancy coming over? I've got a couple of beers that need drinking, and the hangar is pretty lonely this time of night."

His offer stumps me for a moment, though I am quick to recover, my mouth working before my mind can catch up.

"Yeah sure. I'll be over in twenty."

"Great. See you then." He hangs up, leaving me wondering why the hell I accepted that, knowing how much I spend too much time thinking about him (in totally inappropriate ways considering he's my boss) anyway.

Annoyed at myself, I steel myself before going and grabbing a coat, pulling on that and my boots as I leave the flat, taking my motorcycle keys with me. I lock my door behind me, leaving the apartment block quickly, glad to have the fresh air on my face as I make my way over to my motorbike. Looking on it fondly, I climb on and kick out the stand, easily getting it revved up, the vibrating engine beneath me a pleasant feeling.

Thankfully, the roads are mostly clear this time of night, cutting the twenty minute drive short by five minutes as I go at speed through the nearly deserted outer city. The hangar is usually a pain in the ass to get to, the traffic in the roads leading up to it almost always horrific, so I am only too happy to be able to go much faster now that there's not many other drivers around. With the wind rushing around me, I find that my head clears a little, my attention on navigating the roads rather than the thoughts of my boss doing things to me I'm sure he'd find grotesque in nature.

I arrive quickly, pulling into the hangar slowly, knowing Barney is most likely in the plane, as he usually is. Stopping the bike, I put it in park before climbing off, hanging my helmet on the handlebars as I do so, taking the keys with me as I walk over to the old plane. Nearing the aircraft, I frown a little at the sight of the new bullet holes riddling the side of it, unaware that we'd taken so much damage earlier in the day. Sighing, I go inside, ducking in through the small door, only now hearing the music playing from the stereo in the cockpit.

"It's gonna need a new lick of paint." I call out to Barney, who I can see sat in his seat, the muscular man turning to look at me as he hears me.

"It's been a long time coming, so I'm not complaining." He replies, grinning at me as I walk into the cockpit, dropping into Christmas' usual seat, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach from his stare on me again. As I enter, he rakes his eyes over my body, subtly taking my every curve in from where he is.

"Fair enough." I shrug, leaning back slightly, having missed his look, "Got a beer?"

"Yeah, here." Barney hands me a bottle, opening it for me as he does so.

"Cheers." I thank him, taking a deep drink from it as he chuckles lowly, voice sending a bolt of heat through me.

"You're starting to sound like Lee." He remarks, sipping his own bottle with a smirk.

"Should I take that as a compliment? Or an insult?"

"Up to you." He looks over at me.

"Eh, I'll take compliment. You two get along like an old married couple, after all. Must mean something if you're comparing me to him." I decide, teasing him.

Barney laughs at my comment, lifting his bottle.

"I can agree with that." He hums, staring out of the front window.

For a couple of moments, we sit in companionable silence, drinking our beers, Barney eventually lighting a cigar. Taking a deep inhale, he offers it to me, which I decline, choosing to finish my drink instead.

"What do you usually do after a job?" Barney suddenly asks, glancing back at me.

Surprised, I think over the question for a second.

"Nothing, really. I get myself cleaned up, have a drink, then get some sleep. I don't do much else with my life." I tell him, knowing how pathetic I sound.

"What, you haven't got anyone you can hang out with?" He questions, seemingly confused.

"No. As I said before, I don't really have any friends outside work."

"Really? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

I shake my head, grimacing at the turn in conversation, just missing the slight darkening in his eyes as he looks me over once more.

"Huh. That surprises me."

Lifting an eyebrow, I look across at him.

"Why?"

He shrugs, making eye contact with me.

"Well, you seem like the person who wouldn't struggle to make friends. You're kind, funny, pretty. You know how to behave in the right situations, you're a good friend to have." He clarifies, seemingly unaware of the impact his words have on me, my heart throbbing as I listen to him, longing building up in me again.

"You think so?" I ask, not quite believing him.

"Yeah, I do." He frowns, looking over at me, "Why, don't you?"

I don't reply, knowing my answer well. He doesn't push it, observing me carefully, his gaze making me blush furiously.

"What'd you do to your hand?" The veteran suddenly asks, gesturing to my bandaged appendage.

"Hm? Oh, I just cut it on some glass back home." I inform him, flexing my hand a little, only to wince at the sharp spike of pain.

Wordlessly, Barney reaches across and takes my hand in his, his touch setting off sparks through me despite the gentle nature of it. Pulling my arm closer to him, he runs his fingers lightly over my skin, the rough calluses rubbing over the palm of my hand, each stroke making it harder for me to fight off the rising need within me. Being this close to him, able to smell him in nearly every surface around me, feeling his hand on mine has sparked the feelings I've been suppressing as long as I've worked with him.

Awkwardly, I pull away, swallowing tightly, trying to suppress the urges I'm suddenly feeling, needing to get myself together again. He doesn't stop me, his dark eyes regarding me quietly, observant as always as he seemingly considers something, his gaze sliding over me once more. After a moment, he puts out his cigar, leaning back in his seat.

"Mind doing me a favour?" The muscular man cocks his head at me, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"Er, sure? What do you need?" I agree hesitantly, knowing that expression means only one thing: he's got something up his sleeve.

"Check that control panel up there, would you? It's been giving me trouble for weeks." Barney's eyes are glittering now in the dim light, clearly up to something.

"What, now?" I frown, confused by the instruction.

"If you wouldn't mind."

Lifting an eyebrow, I place my beer down and get to my feet, awkwardly reaching up to check the panel, which just so happens to be right above his head. I try to keep my body from leaning across him too much, but this is made difficult when I realise that the particular problem lies in the switches even further over. As I go to flick them, a pair of hands takes hold of my waist, suddenly yanking me down towards the chair.

Yelping in surprise, I feel my eyes widen as Barney pulls me down onto his lap, hands tight on my hips, pressing my back flush against his chest. His nose instantly finds my neck, the older man nudging at my skin until I tilt my head to give him access, goosebumps spreading across my skin as I try to process what the hell is happening, my brain short-circuiting with every one of his breaths. They fan out over the sensitive area, my own hitching in my throat as his scruff scratches over my skin, his lips not quite touching me yet, though I can feel their every movement.

I try to get back up, unwillingly, only for him to loop one of his arms around my front and slip his hand under my shirt, flattening his palm on my stomach to hold me against him.

"I'm not blind, you know, (Y/n). I've seen the way you look at me, the way you behave differently when you're with me. You're not as subtle as you hope." Barney practically purrs into my skin, his smirk obvious against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I try not to groan.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about, sir." I manage out, not quite catching the sound of anticipation that escapes me when he suddenly presses his lips against my ear, whispering into it.

"Really? I think you know very well what I'm talking about." He grins to himself, the hand on my stomach running down to ghost over the waistband of my jeans, my body tensing in his grip, "Want me to demonstrate for you?

#the expendables #The expendables imagine #Barney Ross #Barney Ross x reader #Barney Ross imagine #Sylvester Stallone

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rose-sereniteeth · 3 years

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[2] Night water conspiracies and a warm milk with honey

(HOLY SHIT I’M WHIPPED)

[Sereniverse]: [2]

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Genre/warnings: idol!au, technically poly!seventeen, crack, smut, language, oral (f receiving), fingering, being a bit too whipped for people.. a bit of fluff in the end

Summary: the one where you wake up in the middle of the night, meet a sleepy Mingyu in the kitchen and try to figure out why the water tastes so good

A/N: I love Mingyu. ....

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH :3

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You had been living with them for almost two months now. About five weeks after you had moved in, some events had occurred that led to three hours of you getting used by Hoshi, Joshua and Jeonghan in the sweetest ways you could imagine and the boys hadn't stopped teasing you about that night ever since.

They had heard all the sweet noises the three men had pulled from your lips and had gotten really riled up by it. Most of them could control themselves though, even though they had all dreamed about touching and tasting you one way or another. Not that you would have minded.

But not Mingyu.

He had voiced his yearning for you that night and despite the fact that you had almost been passed out in Joshua's arms, you had still heard and understood his complaints about missing out on you.

Needless to say that you were extremely flustered around the boys all the time, especially Mingyu, after that.

They looked at you differently now. Could also be that you only noticed it now though.

Mingyu could control himself for exactly two days before he approached you. You were standing in the kitchen, getting a 3 am glass of water because you had woken up for some reason. You thought that nightly water always tasted better than water during the day and you wondered what they did to the pipes at night to make it this great as you took a sip from your glass.

You were so immersed in your night-water-conspiracies that you didn't hear him enter the room so you jumped when Mingyu pulled you into a tight back hug, his hands snaking around your waist to your belly, resting his chin on your head.

"G'night, stinky." He greeted you. You rolled your eyes, answering "Hey, dipshit." Calling each other names came to be your dynamic over the past weeks and you found it really fun.

His body was warm against your back, his breath slow and his heartbeat calm. You could tell from his low rumbly voice that he was pretty tired and could only have woken up minutes ago. "You tired, big bear? Can't sleep?" you asked. He made some grumbly sound before answering "Mmh no, I mean.. ugh-". You giggled "So you are tired. Too tired to talk, it seems." "Mhm, seems like it." He mumbled. "Should I get you back to bed? Do you want a cup of warm milk with honey, to help you get to sleep?" You questioned.

"I'd rather have you, honey. Get you to my bed..." He grumbled lowly, lips right next to your ear now. You choked on your water. Mingyu loosened his grip around you to let you cough and you turned around in his arms hesitantly once you were done dying.

He just grinned down at you lazily before carefully taking your face into his left hand, his right staying at your hip. You could feel your face flush, it must have been red like a tomato. He let out a small chuckle as he bent down slightly and caught your lips with his gently.

You were pretty sure that you stopped breathing for a bit, but soon enough you found yourself kissing him back. The kiss was genuine, filled with way more than just sexual desire and you were melting into him like warm wax. Your arms were wrapped around his broad neck when he started deepening the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue.

He had wanted to do this for so long and it was even more heavenly than he had anticipated.

The rapper moved his hands to tap at the backs of your thighs. You took this as a hint to jump and straddle his hips to hold yourself up. It wasn't an invitation but rather a command in the way that he was holding you. Maybe it was the night water but you couldn't find the strength to not follow his order to have a little fun, as you usually would have done. His lips had something addicting about them and after he had hinted at his intentions, you could feel neediness pool between your legs. You definitely wanted more.

His large hands at your thighs, he carried you to his room easily, his lips never leaving yours. He dropped you onto his bed, hovering over you. When you pulled apart to breathe you remembered something "What about your honey milk?" He scoffed "Who cares about that? The only thing I want on my lips right now is you." He added, his face so close to yours that you could feel his heavy breath on your lips.

With that he connected his lips with yours again, pushing slightly so you would lean back and lay down. When you were laying flat on your back, him towering over you, he started trailing his lips to your jaw and neck, pulling the sweetest breathy moans and gasps from you.

Your legs wrapped around Mingyu's waist and your hands went under his shirt, traveling across his carved torso. His skin was so soft under your fingertips and you couldn't wait to see him. He chuckled when you started tugging at his shirt. "So eager, little bunny. No patience." You could feel his grin on your lips when you opened your eyes to make puppy-eyes at him. "Please?"

His grin widened into a shining smile as he slightly pulled away from you. Just enough to take off his shirt. When Mingyu caught you staring at his toned chest he slowly straightened his back, looking down at you a little bit too confident. "Like what you see, Bunny?"

You just continued looking, mumbling something absentmindedly as you stared at his toned torso. You were certain that he was shining. His skin so smooth and soft, his light muscles casting beautiful shadows over it in the dim light of his bedside lamp. He chuckled yet again before he bent down to you, letting his shirt fall wherever.

Your lips were on his in an instant as it was his turn now to rid you off your shirt. When it was done his lips attacked your neck again, his teeth nipping the skin as he started sucking on it slightly. You let out a grasp that earned you a small sound from deep within his chest.

Your legs were between his now while he was holding himself up on his hands and knees and you thought you would try to tease him a bit. You angled your leg slightly, pressing your thigh to his crotch, where you could feel his hard member straining against the confines of his slacks. He let out a low moan, having to pause marking your skin. It took him a second to catch himself again but when he did, he looked at you with hooded eyes. The sound of him and his look shot arousal straight to your core and if you weren't wet already, you would definitely have been now..

You breathed his name automatically. It was a plea for him to start touching you and he immediately listened. He pulled your sleep shorts and underwear away in one swift motion and didn't lose time kneeling before the bed and diving between your thighs. His strong hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. You felt his hot tongue lick a long stripe over Your heat and moaned his name before you had had enough time to process what he was doing.

Your hands went straight for his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands and pulling slightly from time to time. Mingyu made out with your flower furiously. He was so immersed in your scent and taste and the way you felt that he didn't know anything but you in the moment.

After a short while he added a finger, playing at your entrance first before he slowly pushed it in. Though the stretch was not a lot, it made your eyes roll back and a series of moans and pleas leave your lips.

You pulled at Mingyu's hair roughly when he added a second finger and started scissoring his digits inside you, stretching you out more. The sudden harsh tug made him growl at your core, sending vibrations through your whole body that made you clench around his fingers and he chuckled at your body's reaction to him.

“P-please.. Mingyu…” It came out more like a breath than real words, but he heard it, detaching himself from you and pulling his fingers out immediately as he looked at you with blown out pupils. “What is it?” he asked curiously but out of breath. You didn’t hesitate, answering him “Please, need you inside me, Mingyu.” You knew what would come next, judging from the smirk that played across his rosy lips. “And don’t you dare tell me that you already were!” “Or what?” You shook your head. “Just fucking kiss me already.” You said, leaning forward and reaching out for him to pull him towards you.

He smiled into the kiss as he rose from his knees, taking off his sweats and underwear in the process. He swiftly grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer and you watched him as he opened it with his teeth, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

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You slept like a baby in his warm embrace after you two were done and only awoke in the later morning hours to two voices in the room.

" -lucky beanpole-ass lookin'.." You couldn't identify the voice in your half-sleepy state. "Shut up Jihoon, she's still sleeping, idiot." Mingyu whisper-shouted, holding you tighter to his chest. "And at least I'm not some tiny-ass smurf-gnome kinda abomination, asshole! Now fuck off and close the door. I'll make you even shorter, if you wake her up." He added, fake aggression evident in his tone. Jihoon went to close the door, not without mumbling a "Geez Rambo, chill your enormous breadstick ass down man.." more to himself than to Mingyu.

You fell back asleep for a few more hours shortly after that, snuggling into the big boy a bit more.

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leefi · 3 years

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Starira MBTI IV - Rinmeikan

Seisho

Siegfeld

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Tamao Tomoe: ISFJ

Bitches be like "can't help being an Si Dom!" *Fixates on a past inferiority complex and lets it define her worth until inferior Ne finally snaps and goes full rambo*

I’d put Tamao up there with Akira in terms of characters who have grown the most throughout the game’s arc (+ Maya if we’re including the anime). And you don’t really need me to tell you why. I find her so so relatable because she’s evolved from being a passive observer who feels as if she has no power or agency in her own life to flipping in the COMPLETE opposite direction and, well...going full rambo. She's shot way too far in the other direction, though, and risks burning up upon re-entry if she isn't careful.

Above all the edgelord, though, we know that she's a dork with a big heart who adores her school and friends. That commitment to preserving the past and those who came before her is such a gratuitously Si-dom thing, and we're all rooting for her because we can see how hard it is to go against her sweeter nature and take Kaoruko head-on. But that aux Fe and inferior Ne give her no breathing room to figure out what she's going to be doing after all of this - she's so focused on her mission and what she must achieve, and that single-mindedness slingshotting out of prior passivity is...so scary to see. It reminds me a bit of her extroverted xSFJ sister's arc in the anime - Nana.

Fumi Yumeoji: ISTJ

Now that I’ve thought about it more, her type is pretty clear. Some commenters on her PDB page made REALLY strong arguments for Fumi being an ISFP in a Te grip (Te, extroverted thinking, is ISFP’s weakest function - when they’re caught in its grip, they become overly critical of the world around them and turn into control freaks). But I feel like her Te is just too strong, even if she’s in a grip, for it to be her inferior. And, more importantly, I see zero Se in her. There’s no way it could be her auxiliary function. But I get why people think ISFP! She definitely has a ton of Fi - she left her bright future behind at Siegfeld because of it. She’d compromised a value extremely dear to her (her love for her sister!) in her stress, and that sin was so unforgivable to her that she abandoned Siegfeld completely. That screams Fi. But seeing how the other ISTJ in Revue Starlight (Junna!) uses her Fi, arguments for Fumi being one as well get stronger and stronger.

ISTJs have Fi as their tertiary function. And tertiary functions can be super strong, especially if she was caught in a Si-Fi loop! Here’s what an Si-Fi loop looks like:

“The ISTJ in this loop becomes hyper critical of past events and can see all of the negative things which have occurred and are likely to occur again. Seeing these negative patterns and past events becomes tied to the ISTJs emotions, which makes them fixate on these things and the fears they have of what might happen in the future. Normally logic would present itself for the ISTJ and cause them to reevaluate, but during their loop this becomes impossible...The ISTJ in this loop becomes hyper critical of past events and can see all of the negative things which have occurred and are likely to occur again. Seeing these negative patterns and past events becomes tied to the ISTJs emotions, which makes them fixate on these things and the fears they have of what might happen in the future.”.

Overall, Fumi is strict, incredibly hard on herself, and in a very stressful position for an ISTJ to be - but she also has some of the strongest values and inner sense of integrity in the series, and that can’t go understated.

Ichie Otonashi: ESFP

“Tamao...TAMAO…”

“What is it?”

“Doesn't it seem like Kiryuin-sensei is glaring at me?”

“She’s just looking at us.”

“YOU’RE LYING SHE’S DEFINITELY GLARING AT ME”

The “stereotypical partner” for ISFJs and ISTJs! While I wasn’t thinking about MBTI at the time, this was what I was referring to when I said that Ichie brings the light to Tamao and Fumi’s more serious personalities - they’re very lucky to have her around. Se-dominance shows up less in a jock-way like it does for the other Se-strong girls and more in Ichie’s lackadaisical and fun-loving attitude. She’s like a little puppy, excitable and eager to experience all that life has to offer her. Se-Fi means that she’s quick to get back up on her feet when things go wrong (just like her ExFP cousins Karen, Aruru and Lalafin), but don’t let her easy going personality fool you - she has a strong sense of values that she holds very dearly to her heart (auxiliary introverted Feeling), and we see that lash out when she’s the first to get truly, visibly angry and driven (loud Se dominance supporting passionate Fi aux with tertiary Te leading the charge) over the loss of the department (compare to Tamao’s quieter Si dominance supporting socially-conscious Fe aux with tertiary Ti withdrawing and mulling things over for itself before acting). There is sooo much to Ichie that I love that I’ve already talked about twice and feel like I’m being redundant at this point, haha. But she has such an inner fire to match that outer love and passion, it’s incredible to see. She really is like the sun.

Also - please see this tweet about Rinmeiki and the Rinmeikan seniors. It's such a succinct way of summarizing their worldviews.

Rui Akikaze: ISFP

We really see a more innocent side to Fi dominance with Rui - see how she doesn’t immediately pick up on the cold atmosphere at Rinmeikan during the early AA story because she’s just so excited about the Performance Festival (until Fe-user Yuyuko comes in and gives her a rude awakening). She’s really similar to her IxFP sibling Mahiru! It’s that shared unhealthy Fi not having confidence in her own capabilities that makes her project onto the girl she has a crush on (and not saying her crush is bad or not valid, just as there’s nothing wrong with Mahiru’s for Karen either - it’s just that she has a tendency to chase Tamao as this ideal because she hasn’t embraced herself yet when she really is a phenomenal person in her own right!). But it’s also that dominant Fi that fuels her passion towards catching up to - and keeping up with - (and eventually surpassing, but don’t tell her that) her senpai! It’s so, so strong! IxFPs are their passions! I see stronger evidence for Se over Ne aux, which is why I typed her as ISFP. When you compare her to her extroverted sister Ichie, you actually find quite a few similarities between the two! Rui’s passion and excitability shows up in albeit more awkward ways due to her introversion, but she’s just as powerful beneath the surface! There is so much light and fire there that I think even her senpais fail to pick up on - truly only Yukko so far has seen the full breadth of her potential (that’s the power of lesbianism). Like other Fi doms can tend towards being, Rui sometimes has an issue of getting stuck in her own head and being her own worst enemy (this is typically more common with INFPs, who are “dreamier” than their ISFP siblings, but it isn’t impossible for an ISFP to be feeling the same things). But like Mahiru and Kaoruko, there’s so much untapped potential that she’ll gain access to with time and support!

Yuyuko Tanaka: INTP

“If only I had the Magician’s knowledge...then it’d be so easy.”

Her inferior extroverted Feeling showing up when she and Rui talk in Arcana Arcadia is SO SO PREVALENT - Ne and Fe pick up on the actual dynamics of the situation much faster than Fi-dominant Rui, but that inferior Fe also struggles to communicate that change in a diplomatic way, and she ends up really scaring/basically bullying Rui. We also see it in her ardent refusal to be a burden and immediate initiative to put herself to work, in such a similar way to what I pointed out with INTP sibling LGY in my ORV post:

Yuyuko: We have to be the ones to shoulder it - Tamao-senpai, Fumi-senpai, and Ichie-senpai’s wish.

Rui: …!

Yuyuko: Our seniors have already been shouldering this dream. That’s why they can’t afford to carry you too!!

All of this is INTP inferior Fe. It's also why it was such a surprise to a lot of us when Yukko admitted she had feelings for her because, as I mentioned with Misora, IxTPs have a really, really hard time communicating what they’re actually feeling, even if they have developed Fe!

Yukko really is a hidden genius - she has such a talent for scriptwriting which was kind of easy to miss before AA because INTPs are the champions of being the literal best at a thing...then not advocating for themselves at all (I have to harass my INTP friend into letting me advocate for him all the time because THEY WOULD LITERALLY RATHER DIE THAN ASK FOR HELP). They aren’t really focused on prestige or gaining power like their INTJ cousins might be - what lights their fire is diving fully and wholeheartedly into their passions (like Rakugo), and everything else comes second. Stop distracting them with other things -- who cares if they haven’t eaten in eight hours. They want to keep focusing on their work! But if you catch them in their passions - or working towards anything they’re extremely invested in (like she is with making Rui the lead) - they are unparalleled strategists and geniuses. They throw themselves FULLY into the things they care about and easily become masters in their craft. INTPs are the classic example of asking a stoic person about their special interest and immediately seeing their faces light up (buckle in, too, because they’re about to launch into a two-hour lecture about it).

I’m not familiar with Rakugo so there isn’t much I can say with it, but dominant Ti-auxiliary Ne-tertiary Si is such a wonderful set of functions to have for scriptwriting or visualizing a story, so it’s no wonder that on top of her many talents, she’s already working with her seniors.

I also really love that she’s buds with Nana - they’re polar opposites, too (ESFJ/INTP), and having Fe-dominant Nana to advocate for her talents and genius is really going to help her shine in the future! If they teamed up with Michiru and Misora I think the four of them would be able to take over the world in about twenty minutes.

#starira #revue starlight #rinmeikan #will link later this is scheduled etc etc #tomoe tamao #yumeoji fumi #akikaze rui #otonashi ichie #tanaka yuyuko #not super happy with tamao's (wanted to write more) but got tired of writing hahahaha #WAIIIIIT I HAD EXPLANATION FOR NO SE IN FUMI AND IT GOT DELETED???? AYAAAAAHHHHHHHH WHAT DID U DOOOOOOOO

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