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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months

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Danny and the Fan Blog part 2

Danny is trying to get a picture from the Gotham Bridge of its sister city, Bludhaven. He has dropped his invisibly, sure that being on the edge of a dangerous out-of-the-way ledge will keep unwanted mugging away.

He had flown down to the bottom metal part of the arch right smack in the middle- still far from the water but lower than where the cars and people were.

He sinks to his knees, hoping the bridge's light can get his shadow against the waves for an epic piece. Danny aims his lens, adjusting the focus again, and then presses the button.

At the exact moment, he does, a boat out rushes from underneath the arch of the bridge, and a body flings itself off the bridge's edge above him. The person twists masterfully midair, landing on the boat's deck with a soft thump and not a wasted movement.

Danny's mouth drops open, watching the boot disappear into the horizon before scrambling to see the photo.

It's gorgeous.

The water is highlighted by the golden glow of the street lanterns, and they bounce off the sleek black boat, with the skyscrapers of Bludhaven painting the perfect drop back. But what ties the picture together is Red Robin mid-fall, half twisted and arms above his head that its hard to tell if hes a fallen angel or a rising one.

He's got a half smile on his face, black hair blowing in the wind and Danny breath catches.

It's the best picture he's ever taken.

He stares at the screen of his camera, wondering how he could have been so lucky to have captured the perfect moment. Danny won't even have to do too much editing. It's ready to be posted right now.

He was so excited to share it that Danny abandoned his place, turning invisible and flying back to his apartment. He arrives to find Jazz working on her homework on the kitchen table, but her hand rests on a ghost gun until he drops his powers and becomes invisible.

Her face lights up at once, and her hand lifts from her weapon. "Danny! How was the photos tonight?"

"Only got one." He admits, sprinting forward to show her, "But look at which one!"

He brings up the image from the memory card, displaying it proudly. Jazz mouth slacks. "Woah, Danny, that's amazing! He looks so good in it! How on earth did you manage to get this?"

"Luck, really." He grins, reaching for a plate with apple slices and peanut butter that Jazz likely set out for him. It is his favorite snake.. "I was at the right place at the right time."

"And where exactly was this place?" He winces at the tone, he knows she doesn't like him taking too many risks, but it's not like he's in any real danger. Even the Meta collars that canceled people's powers would never work on him. Danny is a ghost, and no one has the technology for that unless someone finally starts taking his parents seriously.

Vlad has been fine since Jazz convinced him to see a therapist. He is currently in the ghost zone at some mental hospital retreat that has been doing wonders for him. They visit whenever chance they get.

"I may have been under the Gotham Bridge."

"Trigate Bridge or Brown Bridge?"

"There is more then one bridge?"

"Danny," Jazz sighs. "There are four bridges."

Danny shrugs, taking a bit from his snack, and starts his laptop. He's sending the photo onto his blog from his camera, watching the photo download with anticipation. "I don't know Jazz. I ignore stuff like that."

"Well, maybe you should. You have yet to learn how important it is to pay attention to the things around you in this city. Danger is around every corner. Just this afternoon, someone tried to steal my phone!"

Danny's head jerks up. "They what?"

"I know! I was just minding my business reading a fascinating article on child development in the tablet era when some thug walked right up to me with a gun. I would have handled it trust me, his stance was pathetic at best, but Red Hood came to my rescue." Here Jazz's face reddness and Danny has a moment to wonder if he could take Red Hood in a fight. Maybe. He's sure he would win but it would be a close call.

He would do it, too, anything to keep no good punks away from his sister.

Jazz sees the face his making and rolls her eyes. "What? I'm allowed to drool over boys every once in a while. Just like you do."

"I do not droll!" Danny shouts offended.

Jazz gestures to the laptop screen, uploading the photo onto his blog. "Sure. And you just happen to stare at Red Robin's photos for the artistic application."

"I-I do! I took them!" Danny shutters, watching his sister's face break into a teasing smile. He feels his own lips pull upwards against his will and suddenly, they are laughing. It's strange, how at ease they both feel here.

They were never this carefree back at their parent's home. The realization makes Danny feel slightly guilty for noticing- because it wasn't like his parents didn't love him- but there was always tension at home. Even before the accident, he knows now that it wasn't healthy.

Jazz must have felt the change too, because before while she was racing towards adulthood- always strung so tight and nervous- she missed out on being a typical teen. Danny never had a chance to sit down with her and gush about boys, nor had she ever prioritized making friends.

Sure, Jazz was pretty, brilliant, and basically the pride of Casper High, but Danny never noticed she had no friends. She never hung out with people at the mall, she never got invited to go out, and she never texted funny memes to others back home.

In Amity, people knew of and respected her, but no one was close to Jazz. Maybe that's why she got so excited to be part of Team Phantom when she first found out.

Jazz Fenton may have been the intelligent sibling, but Danny Fenton was the social one, leaving her feeling crippling lonely while he had his two best friends.

He knows that now.

"Speaking about drolling over boys- how's Jason?" Danny teases just as Jazz's phone buzzes with a new message. The notification displays Jason's shy smile before Jazz yanks it protectively close to her face.

Jason Peter is someone Danny can approve of instead of that thug Red Hood. Jason and Jazz met at one of their classes at the beginning of the semester when Jazz was still unused to the city. She always went to class ten minutes before it started and read to pass the time instead of speaking to her college mates.

She had been reading Pride and Prejudice- one of the fancy covers kind Vlad had gotten her- and Jason had practically teleported to her table gushing about the artwork. Then, when he sat down, the two broke into a healthy debate about the characters.

Jazz admitted to him later that she was surprised by a man in a leather jacket with a white streak in his hair and multiple piercings in his ear having such in-depth character analysis of her beloved novel.

They've been hanging out ever since.

"He is fine, thank you." She huffs, typing a response to the text. Danny places his chin on his hand, smiling as her eyes soften. "He asked me to see a play this Friday. Or, well, he said he was going to one and wanted to know if I wanted to come along."

Danny perks up. "Like a date?"

"I don't know. Maybe?" Jazz nervously plays with her hair. "He made it sound like we were just hanging out. Do you think he meant it like a date?"

"It could be either way if he didn't clarify," Danny admits, then smiles to settle her sudden anxiety. She always doubted herself about spending time with people outside the family or Team Phantom. Doubts that were the result of her upbringing. "But why don't we go shopping tomorrow? Get you a nice dress, and I'll do your make-up. Once we're done, he'll wish it was a date!"

Jazz's smile may be wobbly, but it was there, and it was real. They chat more about the play and what she should wear. Danny forgoes any black, claiming it's too fancy for a first date, and trades ideas for her outfit.

Neither notices that the photo has finished uploading or that people are already commenting and losing their minds.

Nor did they notice a particular hacker with the handle- Oracle- attempting to break into his computer only to be booted out by Technus' system. It flings Oracle to the closest computer system that is close to his.

Somewhere deep underground under a particular mansion. Oracle panics, thinking that Phantom piggyback rides her signal to the cave and quickly shuts everything down. She bites her lip before picking up her personal phone and calling Bruce.

"We have a problem."

Else where Tim is helping Dick with an out-of-control gang. He isn't aware that a photo of him has just circulated through Gotham nor of the sudden new simps awaiting him.

(Lady Gotham laughs)

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny and The Fan Blog #Part 2 #Dead tired #anger management #Danny is unware of anything always #Also he scared Babs into thinking he knows about the cave #He's just vibing with sister #Jason is unaware the pretty red head is part of the Blog

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m4rs-ex3 · 5 months

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the visuals for the last like 20 minutes of atsv are my favorite things ever

specifically: the color theory

earth-42 is obviously striking on a whole nother level

we tend to automatically think of red as the color of danger, but that's loud and passionate and angry. this haunting, sickening green feels more conniving and threatening and apocalyptic.

(if you think of color in disney movies, all the scariest, most cunning villains--maleficent, scar, ursula, evil queen, facilier, gothel--have either palettes or grand moments or motifs heavily utilizing green)

and something i always notice is that rio 42 looks just a little off, and it's because they reflect so much green in her eyes they look almost entirely green

and, if this is your first time watching, you have no idea why the environment is made to be so deeply unsettling. let's look at gwen's dimension for a sec

being home is a really bad thing to gwen. while miles was doing everything he could to get home, gwen was literally dragged there--because gwen views her dimension as unsafe (ignore the trans parallels ignore the trans parallels ingore the tra

it's dark. it has the same ominous rain. but you can tell it's 65. that bisexual lighting is unmistakable

i can't even go into the colors of gwen and george's argument because there is an image limit and i am lazy. but we know it's insane. the emotional peak of the scene is also where we see the colors most vibrant and changing the most abruptly

and when they have their beautiful lil moment, this is what happens

not only is it blindingly bright and trans colored all of a sudden, but the characters don their "true" coloring

and even after gwen leaves, the scene is still bright, and familiar

miles should be safe in his dimension. but we know he's not.

back to earth-42. well i mean we have these absolute visual bangers what do i need to say u get it

and then there's this absolutely incredible moment where i would say miles is at his emotional peak (manic peak as well; i mean spot's hands and the infamous revenge line...yoikes.) and just like with gwen, the emotional high is where we see the most dynamic colors so coincidence i think not

this next sequence is just one of the coolest fuckin chase-esq scenes i've ever seen. like the mumbattan one slapped but the pacing and direction and elements and epicness together here are just immaculate

another thing--miguel/ben's post is heavily shrouded in red. he's supposed to be ominously looming over exactly where miles is headed. buttttttttt~ when miles first crash lands, there is quite a bit of red, and as he gets closer to home, the city gets bluer and bluer with less and less red, bc yk he's not actually headed towards miguel/ben. woah. i make sense guys. i am a fart smella. i mean smart smella. i mean fart fella. i mean fart smella. i mea

#extra credit for anyone who wants to count how many times i say color and visuals #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderverse #spider verse #earth 1610 #earth 42 #earth 65 #color theory #atsv analysis

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bluerthanvelvet444 · 27 days

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like it💕💕

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turcott3 · 4 months

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first strike

mark estapa x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, one kiss, fluff

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you sat anxiously at your vanity, teasing and touching your hair every minute until the hockey player texted you that he was in your driveway. when your phone lit up with the text your heart sank into your stomach.

“this is gonna be good.” you said to yourself, grabbing you wallet and heading out the front door. you opened the car door and got settled while you were greeted by the smiling brunette.

“you look great.” he smiles at you.

“thank you mark, you too.” you replied, his smile warming your heart. you and mark had been texting for a while. flirting, small talk, the whole shabang, but the two of you had never once hung out in real life, at least not alone. you’ve liked the boy for months and you’re finally on your first date with him.

“just so you know, i’m a great bowler.” he says, sparking an idea in your head. you had always loved to bowl with your family, and even won tournaments with them, so what if you could get this going a little quicker?

“oh i wish i was, i honestly suck.” you confess, totally lying out of your ass.

“hey no worries, i got you.” he says, ego booming through the roof of the car. the rest of the short drive was filled with your usual conversations, nothing out of the normal. you two walk into the bowling alley and make your way over to the counter.

“what’s your shoe size?” the woman asks the two of you.

“13 and she’s a?”

“6.” you smile.

“perfect, now let me ring you in,” she pauses, “your total is 24 even, are you splitting it?”

“no maam, im paying for it.” mark speaks up causing you to blush.

“thank you.” you whisper to him, his only reply being a smile. once you get to your lane you grab a 7 pound ball and he grabs a 12 pound.

“oh big and strong are we?” you laugh.

“what? oh this ball? if i had a 7 pound it would end up in the ceiling.” he laughs.

“woah okay mr macho.” you reply, giggling.

“okay i’m putting you as first, let me see what i’m working with here.” he says backing away and watching you bowl, purposefully shitty of course, but he has no idea. miraculously, you hit the two pins in the end.

“how’d i do?” you ask and he laughs.

“let me help you.” he says handing you the ball once it returned. you pick it up and you walk over to the lane, mark standing flush against your back. he grabs onto your wrist and lands his other hand on your waist.

“okay now bend your knees and lean forward. and don’t throw the ball, push it.” he say and you move together, picking up a spare.

“oh my gosh.” you say jumping and turning around as he smiles brightly at you.

“see it’s not so hard.” he says as you go sit down for his turn. he knocks 9 pins.

“damn look who’s winning.” you laugh and pick up your ball. it was show time. you walk up to the lane and send the ball effortlessly down the lane, knocking over 6 pins.

“see, i knew you could do it.”

“first to get a strike gets what?”

“a kiss.” he raises his brow.

“deal.” you reply and your heart sinks into your stomach. you couldn’t lie and say being around him didn’t make you nervous. a good nervous of course. you send the ball one more time hitting 2 more pins.

“your turn hot stuff.” you say patting him on the back.

“hot stuff?” he asks.

“mark im not blind, now go.” you laugh. much to your surprise he gets two gutter balls.

“you threw me off my game y/n.” he laughs sitting down next to you.

“i did no such thing.” you say getting up for your turn. as much as you wanted a strike, the idea made you nervous. you took a deep breath before walking up to the lane and sending the ball as fast as you could, knocking over all 10 pins. you turn around with wide eyes and jump for joy as he stands up and walks over to you, opening his arms to hug you.

“that was fucking awesome dude.” he says putting you down.

“it was pretty epic.” you laugh. once you’ve come back down you lock eyes with the tall boy.

“i was the first strike.” you say looking down at your feet.

“yep.” he replies, the building now feeling empty like it was no one but you two.

“hey look at me.” he says lifting your chin delicately with his hand.

“sorry i’m nervous.”

“why are you nervous?” he asks gently running his fingers down my arm.

“because you’re you. you’re tall, handsome….. let me not inflate your ego too much.” you laugh nervously.

“and you’re beautiful, smart, kind. i’ll inflate your ego any day.” he smiles, which you return as he finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. your stomach filled with butterflies as you melted into the feeling of his hands around your waist onto the small of your back. once you separate all you can do is smile at him.

“let’s finish this game yeah?” he says.

“yeah.” you say quietly. you go sit down in your seat, over the moon about what just happened, realizing you’re gonna have to tell him you lied about being a bad bowler sooner or later. once you finished the game that you had barely won, you exit the bowling alley and walk back out to his car.

“mark, i have to tell you something.” you say.

“what’s up? everything alright?” he asks buckling his seatbelt.

“oh yes of course. i just had to tell you that i lied about being a bad bowler,” you sigh.

“why?”

“because i wanted you to show me how to bowl, i wanted to get the ball rolling, figuratively, between you and i.” you say embarrassing yourself, “i also didn’t wanna hurt your ego too quickly.”

“y/n it’s okay, you’ve hurt my ego a tiny bit now, but i like you anyway. i was fully planning on kissing you regardless of if you were good at bowling or not. at least you getting the first strike makes way more sense now.” he laughs, reassuring you.

“thank you mark, i like you too….. and i have for a while honestly, and besides all that, you’re a good bowling teacher.”

“am i actually?”

“yes, you did perfectly.” you laugh.

“ego has been boosted again.” he states, placing his hand lightly on your leg as you pulled out of the parking lot. once you arrive back at your house he pulls into your driveway and puts the car in park.

“thank you for tonight.” he says turning toward you.

“you too, i had so much fun.” you smile.

“see you tomorrow? lunch?”

“yeah sure, what time?”

“don’t know yet but i’ll text you when im on the way.”

“perfect.” you smile as he leans over to kiss you one more time.

“bye mark,” you smile placing a hand on his cheek once he backs away a few inches.

“bye y/n.”

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa fluff #umich imagine #umich hockey #turcs’ talk #i love him

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 10 months

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What if the reader had Mitsuri's demon slayer strength and Tanjiro Kamado's personality?

AND Have you had water yet? Have a great week 😃👋

Here you go. Thanks for your concern. Yes I have water today.

Thank you, I also hope you have a great week 🥰

Reader have Mitsuri's strength and Tanjiro Kamado's personality

Slight! Self-Aware! Fukuzawa Yukichi x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Fukuchi Ouchi

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

🐾 Before coming to your world, BSD Cast already knew, that you are kind.

🐾 But, in reality, you were even kinder.

🐾 Your eyes are so soft and gentle.

🐾 You are not afraid of asking for help.

🐾 The Gang already were planning to protect you. Now they are ready to double their efforts.

🐾 Some rascals may take an advantage of you and your kindness, so it's their duty to protect you.

🐾 One time, when you asked them to take a rest and don't worry so much, Junchirou proclaimed that they can't rest. "The strong must protect the sweet" he said.

🐾 How did he? Was it intentional or accidental?

🐾 You did hold yourself together and start laughing only when you were alone in your room.

🐾 At the end, you decide to let them do their thing. It seems, it wasn't really hard for your new friends to help you.

🐾 They saw you as an adorable little bunny.

🐾 Until one day.

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This morning, you woke up because of sounds of arguing.

You yawn and get out of bed. You quickly wash your face, brush your teeth and change into your everyday clothes.

After the that, you finally went to the living room, where the sounds of the argument come from.

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Fukuchi Ouchi were arguing. Sigma was also there, looking for a way to break the argument. You came closer to Sigma, who was nervously looking from one male to another.

"Morning, Sigma. What's going on?" greeted you. Sigma smile at you.

"Good morning, [Y/N]. Fukuzawa-san and Fukuchi are arguing about... some events in the manga." Sigma looked uncomfortable. You rolled your eyes.

One of the first things you did, after BSD Cast got into your world, forbid characters from trying to start a showdown about events that occurred after they gained self-awareness and in which they were not directly involved.

But, you do know, that In case of Fukuchi it might be tricky.

So, just in case, you've confiscated Shintou Amenogozen from Fukuchi and hide it. You also made Fukuchi to take Holy Sword from the Bram. Stoker, after getting his body back, was exploring your world. (Was browsing The Internet and Watching TV with Aya).

But, even without his sword, Fukuchi still can start a fight. A verbal fight.

It doesn't seem, that Fukuzawa and Fukuchi will stop anytime soon.

You tried to break the fight. You stepped between two men.

"Okay, that's enough, you two. Let's not start the morning with fighting."

Both Fukuchi and Fukuzawa step back, but they still looked mad at each other.

"While I don't want this, [Y/N], but I can't just sit there and not try to settle our conflicts," Fukuzawa looked calmer, than before, but still, looked determined to start a fight.

"Yukichi, please..." you tried to reason with the silver-haired man, when you were interrupted.

"[Y/N], step aside, we will settle this," growls Fukuchi, trying to gently move you out of the way.

"Ouchi, stop, or I will go mad," you threatened, frowning at Fukuchi.

"Little Guiding Light, it's not like you can do anything to... Woah!" Fukuchi didn't expect to be picked up by you. You picked him up with one had and then picked up Fukuzawa with the other.

"I don't have a "Get Along Shirt", so you will have a "Get Along Human". To the dining room!" cheered you, and walked headed to the dining room. Sigma silently walked after you.

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🐾 Let's just say, your entrance was epic. Their Kind, Adorable Little Bunny were holding Fukuzawa and Fukuchi above their head.

🐾 Everyone was shocked.

🐾 You were talking about your strength during breakfast. Yes, you have it from the day you were born. No, It's not an ability. Yes, that's why you eat so much. No, you don't want to start boxing for money.

🐾 Now BSD characters knew, that you can take care of yourself. But still, they want to protect you. They don't want something sweet to be corrupted by someone evil.

🐾 On the side note, now you are training with Fukuzawa and Fukuchi from time to time.

🐾 Some characters may start arguing on purpose, so you will carry them.

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs #gender neutral reader #bsd anime #bungou stray dogs yukichi fukuzawa #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd fukuchi #fukuchi ouchi #ouchi Fukuchi x reader

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Saw that your requests are open!

How would the Sinclairs brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz react if their s/o places flowers in their hair? Like flower crowns, daisies, wildflowers.

Thank you! Have a good day/night :3

OMG THATS THE CUTESTS REQUEST EVER!! You didnt say what pronouns to use so i'll go with they/them! Its fully SFW! Request open

Slashers with s/o that makes flowercrowns!

Vincent

This guy, he will litteraly cry pls why is s/o so nice to him😭😭😭

I swear this guy will treat his flowercrown like the most delicate and important thing is his life pls😭

Like he will feel bad when flowers die and started looking all ugly :((

But except that! He will beg for tutorial! Pls teach him how to make those, and he will give them one too

Also he probably loves drying flowers becasue they look pretty forever! Also he totally needs to learn how to sculp flowers in wax

Vince is gonna to give flowercrowns to Lester and Bo! Sharing is caring

Bo Sinclair

This dude will pretend like he doesnt care about it, actin all tough, but omygod if s/o wont give him next flowercrown when this one gets old? He be offended

Wym you thought he didnt like last one??? Pff

Nah but fr he will be like 'woah thanks sunshine'

Also he thinks that s/o should be the one wearing those pretty crowns. And vincent would totaly love them too.

He will tell them 'can you make one for Vince too? He gotta love this type of stuff'

Lester Sinclair

I forgor this guy exists and I almost posted without him

He will hang all the flowers they gave him in his epic truck! Will show them off too!

Im not going to be surprised if this guy already knows how to make flowercrowns and give some to s/o and by some i mean A LOT

He will come back home with hands full of wild flowers just for them!

Brahms Heelshire!

This guy will giggle and blush when he sees what they put on his head

Bro prefers to look at flowers outside than inside really. But If its a gift he guesses he will keep it? Next time give him dried flowers pls

he will be so mesmeraised and stunned, especially if s/o has her own crown too! They both deserve it!

to be honest this guy looks like one of those pollen allergies mf, so he will sneeze and die. 'you wanted to poison me!!' 'Man idk I just like flowers'

Billy Lenz'

No Billy you can't eat flowers

He probably destroys it by accident tbh, hes very chaotic. But please give him more!!

In summer he probably goes outside, especially when yall have house with garden, he probably just sits there looking what s/o is up to. Aslo probably hugging them tightly

When s/o manages to put one crown on him without him moving and bouncing all around the place hes going to look up and grab it every 5secdons to make sure its still there

Also he will sniff the flowers before allowing them on his head he likes to know how they smell

Jason Voorhees

Ik hes not in request but he's litteral definition of this prompt

This guy will come back home with hands full of wildflowers!

Putting random singular flower on his head>>

He wants to learn how to do crowns!! (I mean he knows he just pretend he doesnt so he can spend more time with his s/o)

Also he will decorate house with rest of flowers! Now whole home smells like meadow!

Live laugh love Jason

Yall have no idea how happy I am when I get requests!! Thanks for all of them!! I post it at 2am! Have lovley day yall🥰

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x reader #jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees x reader #flowers #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader

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hopepunk-priest · 1 year

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No because one of the greatest fucking tragedies of the S2 kids is how much they all would have benefitted from their S1 grandparents.

Scary would have Ron, lifelong social pariah and survivor of abuse, to meet her where she's at and say look kid, I know what it's like to want to be cool and to have trouble letting people in, but you have your whole life to get fucked up, stop rushing it and enjoy being a kid.

Normal would have Henry, and his unrelenting and unconditional love and acceptance. He would have someone to tell him they're proud of him, and how beautiful he is, and how as long as he trusts his heart then he'll find his place in the world - and until then, his place can be right beside Grandpa Henry.

Link would have Daryl to say that growing up is scary and even though we want adults to act like adults, they're all just pretending to know what they're doing, and sometimes you have to step up to the plate and do what needs to be done to protect the people you care about.

Taylor would have Glenn to go dude you think YOURE the main character heh heh bro I'm a rock n roll demon from Literal Hell, I had a whole arc that derailed like 1/3rd of our adventure including an epic prison escape that left me out of my own timeli- WOAH sick sword dude!

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #did i upset myself thinking of Henry calling Normal his beautiful grandboy? yeah.

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lacunases · 11 months

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ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE SPOILERS

I have a lot of this I wanna say (I watched it May 31st and I’m first starting to be able to form words about it now bc WOW???? BEST MOVIE IVE EVER SEEN?????

I do wanna share this very foolish fan hope for beyond the spider-verse, as a very naive and fluff enjoyer (FOUND👏FAMILY👏)

Miles 42/ prowler Miles gets ✨more trauma✨ and Miles (spider-man) is there for him- the other spider-people (Gwen’s band) mistakes 42 Miles for being a really bad guy at first but S-M Miles goes all in to put in a good word for him and convince the spider-gang that Miles 42 is a good guy now and it’s cool

42 Rio and Aaron- I feel like for this au they gotta go man. Let S-M Miles’ parents adopt 42 Miles

PROWLER AGAINST MIGUEL PLS IT WOULD BE EPIC- IMAGINE PROWLER AND SPIDER-MAN TEAMUP AGAINST MIGUEL UGH brothers beat up people together

“I lost my dad. I ain’t gonna let him die again.”

If Prowler Miles DOESNT end up being Miles’ full time brother then at LEAST let him be the spider-man of 42!!! The Prowler stopped a robbery last night!! The prowler saved my cat!! PLEASE-

Also if he does stay at 42 then let them visit each other and hang out!! Brothers!!! Please!!!!!!

Also also- Peter B Parker going “Another Miles? Woah! Guys, look! It’s- it’s miles! You two, I am so proud of you-“ “Peter you’re not our dad” “I don’t have a dad, I wouldn’t mind-“ “Bro. He was mine first!”

Okay that was it for now I think????? I’ll be back (probably)

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse 2 #across the spider verse spoilers #miles morales #spider man #spiderman #peter b parker #prowler #prowler miles #miles 42 #42 miles #miles g

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acaribeau · 1 year

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Levi’s dolls

A little creepy shortfic based in a chat. A little crack-horror fic but it's mostly a hc.

gn!reader-platonic or romantic, SFW, 1.3k words

I went to Levi’s room when he called me. He had asked me to help him move the real size figurine that he had ordered from Akuzon by accident without Lucifer noticing. I knocked his door.

“Password”

“It’s me Levi”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah”

He opened the door and quickly pulled me inside.

“Did someone see you?”

“I don’t think… Woah! that is huge. It’s over 2 meters.”

“I know! I didn’t see the measurements! My Seraphina looks so beautiful in that hunting pose that I just bought it in an instant”

“It is really detailed… and with so little clothes… So, how are we supposed to move this to the entry without being noticed?”

“We won’t. Barbatos will open a portal in my door in… 5 min.”

“Won’t he tell Lucifer?”

“No, I bribed him… but it cost me extra…”

“Is that possible? How much did it cost you? “ He looked really gloomy. It would have cost him a fortune.

“It wasn’t money… I’ll show you later, it’s time.” He opened the door to show a turquoise portal ”Help me with that side, I’ll guide”

This was heavier than I thought.

“So… *pant* Where are we moving it? *pant* Purgatory Hall?”

“No, Lucifer would know. I’m putting it in my castle.”

“In your WHAT?”

I felt the floor disappear under my feet and the sensation of losing a step in a stair made me jump a little. I put the statue on the floor and looked at Levi.

“Did you say castle? Do you have a castle?”

I looked around. This was like staying in a well illuminated cave, a little chill and the floor was polished directly from the same rock that the roof and walls were made of.

“Yeah, each of us have a castle in their ring. They don’t come often to mine because it’s underwater, who would want to come to this humid and stinky place, right?”

Moments like this remind me that my demons are lords and how filthy rich they are. The room was even bigger than the dining room in the house of lamentation, 5 rows of glass shelves filled with all types of collectibles that I could imagine.

“Your collection is incredible Levi… And this place is so beautiful”

“Do you think?” He was flushed and avoiding my gaze “C-Come on, he-help me put it in its place, the portal will close in an hour and I have to go for Barbatos’ bribe”

We moved the figure to the row closer to the wall, close to another one even bigger than this.

“Wait here, ok? You know my rules, you can see whatever you want, but don’t touch anything”

“I know, I know, don’t worry” I was already looking at all the interesting things. He had 5 katanas!

He jogged to the back of the room, and then he turned quickly.

“Ah! almost forgot. Whatever happens, don’t touch the water!” and then left the room, as if he didn’t just tell me something so ominous…

I continued my exploration. Levi really had one of everything, three of some. Posters, mangas, figurines, he even had a center of entertainment with a gigantic tv and all the consoles I knew in existence in Devildom and earth and some I didn’t even know.

This place was awesome, I couldn’t figure where the lights were, and I felt observed in each step. I supposed it was the little fishes that were swimming in a section of the wall that appeared to be an aquarium without glass.

A little sound distracted me from the colorful 4-eyed fishes

“Hello?” I could just hear my echo… This place was really quiet, even the water didn’t make a sound. Just when I was about to return my atencion to the fishes, I heard it again.

To my left, a little more back in the room, was a heavy orange curtain. Maybe the sound came from there.

When I pulled aside the curtain, I found a couple more statues. An old man with a big white beard that looked from an epic fantasy and a magical girl smiling and posing with her wand. Wow, and I thought the Seraphina was detailed. I could almost see each pore in her skin, her eyes so realistic I felt like she was watching me. The sound began again really close, it sounded… as someone with a gag trying to speak. This thing was definitely moving its eyes!!

It was looking between me and… something behind me. I turned back…

“Oh! you found my dolls” pfff it was just Levi in demon form “Do you like them?”

“They are so realistic… Are they enchanted to move?” I could feel a little of magic coming from them.

“No no, the contrary! I have to paralyze them each time I’m out or they cause trouble. I designed her dress myself based on the dress of Yuriko in Magi Magi Police Sun first season. She was the best VA the original series had, her remplacement never got the high notes… Her death was really a tragedy, she got hit by a soup truck. A really ironic death if you consider the mock in chapter 138 season 3… Tho, it was a good luck struck that she decided to kill her best friend for assuring her stellar just a couple of days before the accident… She came directly to my arms as if she were destined to be mine. She is the most valuable anime merchandise I have”

“So… this is the real voice actress?” A chill ran through my body while kept staring at me with her frozen smile.

“Yeah! If you want to play with her, she could even sing you a private concert! She knows all the routines, even the ones that came after her death, I made sure of that!”

I saw the curtain that extended through all the wall as far as I could see, a bunch of other “dolls” all in display behind it.

“Are they humans?”

“No no, the correct term is damned. Almost all of them are from my ring, but I traded some. Like this one! He was the author of “The epic of the red goblins”, a classic from the 30’s. I had to fight with Satan for him, but it was worth it! Oh, I could tell you the story of each one of them!... only if you want of course… you don’t find them creepy, right? Mammon says they are scary… as if a normie could understand the passion of an otaku!”

“What is that!?” I was so focused in the dolls that I hadn’t seen before the bright orange thing moving in his hands. It appeared as little tentacles covered in blossoms, its movements were erratic and… a little hypnotic.

“Ah! its Glory coral snake, Barbatos wants to make them tea… It was painful to cut them up, it takes more than 500 hundred years to grow a centimeter… Right! we have to go, the portal will close soon.”

He closed the curtain with his tail and we went to the door.

“All of them are so jealous of you...but… well… who wouldn't? I mean… you are… you”

My sweet snake demon was all flustered all over again. I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand and saw him in the eyes, smiling.

“Come on, you can tell me all about them later, ok?”

He beamed his smile and his eyes sparkled.

“We can begin the anime tonight! You know? Magi Magi Police Sun was the anime's first deconstruction of magical girls and the legendary inspiration for Hana Ruri…”

Bonus:

That afternoon watching Magi Magi Police Sun.

“And what would have happened if I had touched the water?”

“Oh, that would have woken up Lotan”

“Noooo, I wanted to pet Lotan!!!!”

“I already told you, Lotan isn’t a pet. He doesn't want to be petted!”

“Everyone wants to be petted” 😡

I finished a thing!! See guys? and you told me to sleep in the poll... I work better after 20h awake

If you liked my work, please like, reblog and comment. Don't repost please. I'm not native speaker, if you see any typo let me know. My asks and messages are always open for anything!

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siflshonen · 5 months

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Hi, I love your analyses and your fics! 💕Especially that Eureka Seven AU man ngl it lives in my head and starts playing in my local theaters every other night at 2 AM, but *clears throat* I'm getting off topic lol :D do you have a bakudeku fic/authors rec list?

I'm honored you read the Eureka Seven one!

Good Bakudeku authors... the truth is, there are SO MANY. Just in general, and so many that are really, truly excellent. I have begun consuming more and more fic lately as I feel the itch of the subtext of what's happening in the manga rapidly becoming text and just plain consuming me, but many of the individual stories I've read can be GREAT as a story but perhaps not so great as a canon-faithful representation of Bakudeku - so I'm not entirely sure what kind of Bakudeku you're asking for ("fun and good story" versus "horny vignette" versus "that's totally Katsuki and Izuku.")

Also, like, for several of these authors, their Bakudeku portrayals evolved as the series progressed and we all learned more about these characters and the varnish of what BNHA pretends to be (superhero stock shonen!) peeled off to show what it actually is (The newest generation of something that should never have been domesticated now outgrowing the limits of the modern genre.) This is always good to keep in mind when looking at the dates of each work published.

Um, it's hard to pick just a few, and even harder when there's no specific direction about what TYPE. So here's a scattershot off the top of my head:

Me. My work. Read Mundane Crimes, Public Displays of Affection and I Want What I Don't Deserve. Those actually have some substance to them. The rest are kind of whatever, but you may still find them fun.

Kickass AUs and All-Rounders

chymerical is my favorite author on this list. They can do anything. I care about sports now because of chymerical. There's your fuckin' fadeaway.

young_crone - some are truly Bakudeku and some are just great stories that are using familiar names. Read all of 'em.

SmartiMart - Variant Edition is a sweeping epic and fascinating enough that the Bakudeku isn't actually its primary draw for me. Please also read Where in the World is Marigold? It's not Bakudeku, but I love it. SmartiMart is clever, inventive, and sometimes so much of a romantic that it makes me go, "woah, now! That's a bit much!" but in the best way.

iphido - this author has only one work for bakudeku, and it is worth it.

nicc - bite-sized sweet scenes, though many are very NSFW. Consistently excellent.

pikahlua - Dragonheart. this is your kick in the pants to finish those scenes, Pika.

Romantic Comedies

qodqodqod - Cringe comedy where love always, always, always prevails and bakudeku can't out-stupid their way out of it. Great job of not making the miscommunication, or lack of communication, a bore or overdone past what it needs to be.

heartsinhay - the cringe comedies are named that for a reason.

Darker Stuff

rironomind - apparently published something new earlier this year and I missed it??? DAMN! Existential, experimental, melancholic, high concept, fantastic. Rom's work is mostly in this category because it tends to throw curveballs at the reader. This is the category that just felt the most right by its vibes.

bkdkink - Lemonhead specifically.

Roadtripwithlucifer (read their new stuff too) - horny, but focused and full, full, full of ennui and anger and love and grief. It's the confidence of handling the last four that makes these works shine.

Surveycorpsjean - hit or miss for me personally, but always well done.

majjale - always great work; sometimes hit-or-miss for me personally on the bakudeku.

#bakudeku #fic rec #bakudeku fanfic #bnha #ask #bakudeku fic

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ruthytwoshakes · 1 year

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HELLO GUESS WHO MADE ART OF THE SILLIES AGAIN????? i love them so much they’ve infested my brain,,,, I love women, ,,!!!! I’ve been making some sketches over the last couple of week,, some that will be turned into big epic drawings over the next couple of months hehehheh.

thank you @friendlyengie for your epic characters they bring me joy,, 👍👍👍👍👍

YAYYYYYY !!! OLD PEOPLE !! This one has been sitting in the drafts for a little while,, hhhh. I like to think that the medics have entirely grey hair and just,,, dye it. Uh oh It’s the last hair dye box in all of New Mexico ,, they’re having a cowboy standoff thing or whatever you call it

cringe fail loser sapphic at it again. ,,,,, , she horrible o love her ,

woah,, tnnahts a lot of woman. ,,and pupy!!!. Got a little bit obsessed with the acne on Quinn. I have pretty bad acne myself and most people don’t really add it to their characters and stuff,, makes me feel a little sad and ugly. So thank you very much for that!! It makes,me happy 👍👍👍👍👍

when I first saw spy,, I was like. Oh yeah. That’s,, the,,, the, . She friends with orginal spy I think,, . That would be a little silly ,,I think. So that’s my little itty bitty headcannon. They hate each other too but in silly bestie way. B))

Went a little crazy with the weird gay thing,, just a little bit,,,,, just a. Yeah.

WEIRD GAY THING AGAIN ?????!!!! NO Way bro…,, This is a sketch I plan to turn into a finished drawing!! Also I’m so proud of myself the perspective looks very epic B)) Also I think Quinn is the type to sleep without a shirt on but I don’t know if tumblr would like that if I drewed that so she gets shitty tank top instead. They are having sleepover in demos room if you can’t tell

also that fucking bongu post keeps on coming into my brain at the worst possible times ,, like I’ll be having a really serious conversation and the fucking bongu appears and I fucking lose it

FINAL SKETCH!!! This is a very rough sketch of a very epic and cool drawing I plan to finish. If anybody has any suggestions I’d love to hear it!, I am struggling with what to shove into the background. Also fuck yeah the golden spiral babey,, putting those 9th grade art class skills into use B))

This’ll be probably the most intricate art piece I’ve ever made,, wish me luck. I think I managed to fit all 18 mercs in there! Hopefully! I’ll double check later lol.

(Drawings of the mercs by friendlyengie). Me when the women 👁👁

that’s the end of all the drawings!! Thanks very much for looking at them hhh,,,, I did not spend 16 hours on this, you spent 16 hours on this

go follow friendlyengie they make some sick ass drawings,, good food right there babey B)). I hope I was able to kinda characterize them correctly!! I’m not very good at that yet,, but I’m getting better I think!!

Now off to visit your mother. (Study and plan for spring term and clean my room)

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woah stop the fucking music your telling the time where dorks and the cherubs finally work together to get their revenge is going to happen in the FULL MOON EPISODE????????

does Vivzepop have any idea how stupid that sounds I feel bad for the actual fans of the show you know the people who actually cares about the lore and not the toxic yaoi shipping shit like imagine waiting for the day where the past antagonists imp got away from team up to get their revenge and it’s some epic fight battle….

but then the long waited revenge comeback gets sloppy insert into the gaslight episode and also where the hell is moxxie Mille and loona at like if those three don’t show up in the episode then it really did became the stolitz show

Looking back on my notes, my response to the person who told me all this was "This couldn't have less to do with anything."

#Anonymous #helluva boss critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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saw the post about sharing our favorite libraries and i have one that could make a great highlight! i grew up in missoula, montana, (best known for A River Runs Through It and famous science educator/ author/youtuber/anything else you can think of, Hank Green) and although i moved away before the new public library has finished (and i still have a lot of nostalgia for the old library) i have since visited and their public library is truly impressive! i think it won an award as well? highlights for me include the dragon storytime rug and the gnome house, but there are a million cool things in there! also shout out to pam! idk if she still works there but she was a huge role model for me as a kid :] (i would include pictures but id prefer to be anonymous, i know there are lots if you look the library up though)

Woah!!

"Our very own Missoula Public Library was named Public Library of the Year by the International Federation of Library Associations and Institutions (IFLA)! This worldwide competition included 20 different libraries from 17 countries all gunning for first place, which offered a reward of $5,000, along with the epic title of World's Best Library. After a nail-biting month in June when four libraries were shortlisted for the award, the World Library and Information Congress (WLIC) finally announced Missoula takes gold!" (From Destination Missoula)

Gnome house!!

A demonstration kitchen!! :0

Oh man there's so much cool stuff! I got all these screenshots from this video which is a TREAT!

youtube

I wish I could spend a whole day here! Thanks for sharing :D And thank you, Pam, wherever you are!

#libraries

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i-am-an-arson-enthusiast · 9 months

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Here at i-am-an-arson-enthusiast, we i am dedicated to bringing you top quality content such as but not limited to: gay things, cats, and even live arson that you don't even have to tune into!!

hi this is my intro post :D

basic questions that i love answering

“hey what should i call you” good question. i dont really care, most of my mutuals call me arson. thats cool. bc i love arson. (clearly) but you can call me really whatever. planet names are dope as shit, but only @marcysbear gets to call me neptune. also enthu is off limits, only @terrifying-acceptance gets to call me that.

for the record: if you call me either of those names and are not either of them, that is crossing a genuine boundary of mine. you ARE NOT allowed to call me those names if you are not the designated person for that.

“ur gay” woah really i didnt know that ur like the first person ever to notice that!! (no ur not, ive known that for years)

“what type of gay” yes. the easiest way to explain it is bisexual. that being said: i use bisexual surprizingly little. i call myself lesbian and gay all the time (as in wlw and mlm). i’m arospec, i think im grayromantic? idk. but fun fact: it’s been over TWO months now of this identity crisis; my personal record :) also im polyamorous and will joke abt kissing u if ur cool with it :3

“gender????” im genderfluid. which explains the pronoun changes. im also trans, nb, genderqueer, and any of the genders and terms i need to articulate what the silly lil dudes in my head make me feel.

AUDHD :D explains why i am obsessed with space (going back to names planet names are cool and epic btw)

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Nature, Human or Otherwise

2012 Raph x Reader

You and Raph find a baby alien-turtle. Alternate title: The Epic Highs and Lows of Co Pet Ownership.

'Tis a loose sequel to my fic 'Human Nature', but you can easily read it on it's own. Could be read as platonic/queerplatonic, but the romance vibes are stronger here than in the last one.

Word count: 3k

***

“Hey, is that some sorta egg?” Raph asked, somewhere behind me.

I shrugged, not really in the mood for that considering we were on a tiny ledge hanging over a pit of lava.

“I think it is.” He mumbled, and I heard him move closer to it.

“Okay…” I grunted, fiddling with my dumb high-tech grappling hook. “Who computerizes grappling hooks, anyways?!” I hissed. “This is so stupid-”

“(Y/N), look!”

“Oh look, whaddaya know. It just had to be turned off and on again, apparently.” I scoffed, hitting the hook against a rock. “Stupid thing…me and Donnie’s mechanical design works way better. Alas, they’re all back on Earth, our dear home that we have left in favor of pursuing the stars…” I lamented, but Raph grabbed my shoulder pauldron and spun me around instead of listening to my monologue.

“Hm?” I asked, tilting my head at him.

He pointed at whatever it was that he’d been talking about. I blinked, taking in the object’s round shape and spotted pattern…

“Oh my god, is that an egg?” I gasped, whipping out my blaster. “Are we in an alien nest like in Mikey’s comic?!”

“Hey- watch where ya aim that thing!” Raph yelped, shoving it away from the egg. “We don’t know what’s in there!”

“Exactly! It could be Squirrelnoids again, or something even more freaky and unsettling!” I said, but I lowered my blaster anyway.

“Well…I still don’t want us to kill it until we’re sure it’s terrifying. I really don’t need to have killed two innocent creatures within a year.” Raph said, crossing his arms, and I remembered how this was a slightly touchy subject for him.

“Ah…okay. Fine.” I sighed, shoving my blaster back into its holster. “But if it tries to asexually reproduce inside of your digestive system again, I ain’t helping.”

Raph rolled his eyes. “Ew. Ya just had to mention that, didn’t ya.”

“Look, it may have mildly traumatized me-” I began to admit, but Raph cut me off.

“Lookit, it’s hatching!” He whispered, pointing at the egg.

I swallowed. “Radical.” I muttered sarcastically, but my curiosity grew as the creature began to poke its head out of the eggshell.

It was little, and…purple, with big purple eyes and…was that a shell?

Yeah, that was definitely a shell…it was a…turtle?

“Aw, it’s kinda cute!” Raph said, beaming as he scooped it up.

“Alien turtles, eh?” I said, leaning over his shoulder. “...Huh, weird coincidence. And…yeah. That’s pretty adorable.” I smiled, and the turtle gave a happy squeak.

“Where’s your mama, little guy?” Raph cooed, which was also pretty adorable, though he’d probably kill me for saying so.

The alien turtle smiled up at us, and Raph petted its head before handing it to me. “It’s soft!” He breathed, grinning.

I held it gently, stroking its head too, although I couldn’t feel the texture through my gloves.

“Aww! It’s makin’ that sound you make when you’re happy!” I said, grinning as the turtle began to…purr? No…churr was the word Donnie used. “He’s churring!”

“Shut up, I don’t do that.” Raph scoffed, failing to hide a blush behind his hand.

“Well regardless of whether or not you do that -which you do- it’s fucking adorable! Aww, I am so glad I didn’t shoot you, little guy!” I giggled.

“See? Told ya.” Raph said smugly.

“Well it coulda been Squirrelnoids or Squirrelanoid-adjacent, Raphael. We’re just lucky this time.” I said, sticking out my tongue.

Raph sighed. “...I guess.”

I smiled and set the turtle down. “Where’s your nest, little guy?”

It squeaked and took a few steps forward.

“Woah, careful…” I frowned as it tottered towards the cliff edge.

Raph panickedly jumped over, blocking it off. “Woah- you’re too close to the bad lava, lil’ fella! …Better stay with Uncle Raph for now.” He smiled, setting it on his shoulder.

“Uncle Raph?” I beamed. “This is so fucking cute.”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Hey, we can’t have him just wander into the lava, can we?”

“No, you’re right, you’re just also adorable.” I smirked.

Raph blushed. “Shut up, (Y/N), I am not.”

I shrugged. “Sure, and I’m a Sqirrelnoid.”

“...You are not letting that one go, are ya?”

“Look, I’m not kidding when I say that that was traumatizing. And I wasn’t even the one who had to eat squirrel…eugh…bleh.” I winced at the memory…ugh.

“...Just use your grappling hook an’ get us outta here, okay?” Raph sighed.

“Okay, okay.”

***

“Hey guys, look!” Raph grinned as we reached the top of the wall.

“Seriously, check this out!” I smiled, patting the little turtle’s head as it sat on Raph’s shoulder.

“Woaaah.” Mikey said, staring wide eyed as he helped me up.

“A baby turtle?” Casey said, bounding over to take a look. “What’d you do, lay an egg down there?!” He added, prodding Raph. Raph rolled his eyes.

“Hilarious, Jonsey.” I said, snorting. “Obviously that isn’t how it would work, biologically speaking, considering Raphael is-”

Raph punched me in the arm, and I grinned. “What, not in the mood for some sweet sweet science, Rafa?” I said, wigging my eyebrows.

“You know, sometimes I really like you, (Y/N)...And then you do this and we go back to square one.” Raph deadpanned.

“Hey- this is not a good time to adopt an alien pet, guys.” Donnie scowled, but he was interrupted by Mikey swooping in and snatching the turtle.

“Aw, loooook! He’s almost as cute as me!” Mikey grinned, spinning it around. Raph clenched his fists, and swiped the turtle back.

“Hey! We found him first.” He said with a scowl.

“Yeah, this is our adorable alien turtle, hands off!” I said, crossing my arms.

“Ouch!” Raph yelped behind me.

“Oh jeez, you good?!” I said, spinning around, but by then he was already smiling again. In fact, he almost looked proud.

“M’ fine, he just bit me.”

“Aww, is chompy here learnin’ violence? I’m so proud!” I cooed, patting its head.

Raph snapped his fingers. “(Y/N), that’s it! We’ll call you Chompy Picasso, little guy!” He exclaimed, nuzzling the baby turtle that was now named Chompy.

“Ohmigosh, it got cuter.” I all but squealed.

“What, the alien or Raph?” Casey teased, leaning on my shoulder.

“Both.” I grinned, not even making the effort to act embarrassed.

“Well what you guys need to do is find out who his mom is and give him back.” April pointed out.

“Forget it! We’re on a mission to save Earth, not alien turtles!” Leo protested, somehow looking even more done with our shit than usual.

“Hey, hold up, we gotta-”

But Raph was cut off by the sight in the distance.

Triceraton ships.

Shit.

***

Still reeling from everything that’d happened in trying to retrieve the generator piece, I stared out the window of the ship.

I swallowed thickly as we catapulted away from the supernova, away from Tokka, and away from…

Away from Chompy.

Raph grimaced, coming to the same realization. “Chompy was with her.” He said softly, his voice coming out broken, not unlike the time I’d found him crying over a baby turtle back on Earth.

I rose from my station and stood by him, and he wordlessly pulled me into a rare side hug.

“Now he’s gone.” He whispered into my shoulder, putting words to the truth that we wished wasn’t true.

“I’m so sorry, Raph.” I murmured, squeezing him slightly.

“Uh…dudes? What about the lil’ guy hitchin’ a ride on your shell?” Mikey interrupted, and sure enough, something crawled onto my hand where it rested on Raph’s back.

I jumped and pulled away…only to see Chompy happily perched on my hand. “Omigosh! Raph!”

Raph’s eyes widened, and his sad expression fell into a grin. “Chompy!” He exclaimed, snatching the turtle from me to give him a hug. “You’re okay!”

Chompy churred, nuzzling my hand as I petted him. “He made it!” I beamed.

Raph paused, a flicker of remorse flashing across his face. “But what about Tokka? …She was just trying to protect the fragment…and Chompy…”

“I mean…I guess sacrifices have to be made, or something like that, but still…” I trailed off, sighing. “Poor Tokka.”

“What about Earth?” Leo challenged, ever the beacon of hope and joy as he so often was (n’t).

But he was right, aside from my attitude.

Earth easily took priority over alien turtles.

***

“Got the stuff?”

I smiled proudly, taking the bag off my back. I’d just returned from a chaotic shopping trip with the Professor, and I’d managed to find the supplies we needed.

“So I found a fabric merchant. Also may have gotten into a knife fight, but who’s to say- that’s unimportant at the moment, though, because I do indeed have the goods.”

Raph grinned, opening the bag. “Chompy is gonna have the coolest space turtle bed.”

“Right? I found so many cool fabrics!” I beamed. “Like lookit, this one is so freaking soft!”

“This is perfect- hey wait you got in a knife fight?” Raph said, pausing.

“Yeah, it was both fantastically invigorating and completely terrifying. Did you know alien knives sometimes have blasters in them? Because I did not until very recently. Apparently alien knives sometimes have blasters in them.” I shrugged. “I’ve got my armor though, so everything was mostly fine.”

“‘Mostly’?!” He exclaimed, eyes wide.

I nodded. “Don’t worry, the worst injury is this friction burn on my fist from punching some idiot whose entire outfit was made of sand paper for some reason. I’m good, Raphael.”

“Good, ya better be. The med bay here is really depressing, I’d hate having to go there more than I have to.” He said, seemingly trying to sound gruff.

“Awww, so that means you’d visit me Red?” I teased, leaning on him dramatically.

“No.” He grunted, shoving me off. “Chompy would miss you, that’s all.”

“Ah, of course.” I nodded, playing along. “Well please inform Chompy that I’d love for him to visit me during my theoretical trip to the infirmary, as his company is truly delightful.”

“Maybe you should tell him so yourself.” Raph smirked, petting Chompy as he sat on Raph’s pillow, sleeping.

“Oh beloved Chompy-” I began dramatically, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen thine adorable face…”

“Shh, don’t wake him up!” Raph nudged me.

I held my hands up in defeat, and whispered “Thou hast no taste for the dramatics, dearest Raphael.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes good naturedly. “You’re a nerd, you know that?”

“Having an extensive knowledge of the arts does not make me a nerd.” I grinned.

“No, but writing your own grappling hook blueprints when you already have a grappling hook totally does. Who does math on purpose?!”

“Creative people who have limitless access to a mechanics genius. I probably wouldn’t be doin’ anything like this if Donnie didn’t help me out as often as he does.” I said, smiling fondly.

“Plus- I’m sorry, but Fugatoid’s computerized grappling hooks are unreliable and frustrating to deal with. I can’t not build my own when faced with such inefficiency, it’d be a safety hazard.” I rambled, clenching my hands into fists at the thought.

Raph shook his head, coughing something that sounded suspiciously like ‘Nerd’.

“You’re a nerd, you read vegetable comics!” I retaliated.

“Shut up! You gave me those vegetable comics!” He snapped.

“Yeah well you read them, Mr. Tough Guy-” I egged him on.

“They were good! The characters were really deep and shockingly relatable despite the ridiculous premise!” He yelled, flinging a fabric roll at me.

I caught it, eyes narrowed. “Hey. Don’t.”

Raph’s eyes widened for some reason. “Oh- shit, (Y/N), I- I’m so sorry-”

I tossed the fabric back at him, raising an eyebrow. “Dude if we’re gonna spar we gotta not wake up Chompy.”

“Oh- we’re gonna spar?” He stuttered.

“Yeah? That’s what we do?” I grinned, hopping off the bed.

He relaxed a bit. “Okay, usual rules?”

“Mild contact, no weapons or excessive strikes…but I guess fabric as a weapon is fair game this time?” I offered, balling up my fists and bouncing on my feet as I settled into my fighting stance.

“First one to hit the ground loses?” Raph smiled, slipping into his own fighting stance.

“You’re goin’ down, Rafa.” I grinned.

“Not if you do first!” He exclaimed, lunging at me.

I smirked and tossed a ball of blue fabric at his face, and as he stumbled, I jumped behind him.

He tore the fabric off and caught my wrist, but I twisted his arm until I was the one holding his wrist. He tried to shove me off, but I pulled him towards me as hard as I could.

Sadly, he took advantage of the proximity and used his free hand to grab my ankle, pushing both of us off balance, and we fell to the floor with a loud THUD.

I sighed as I realized I was at the bottom of our tangle of limbs. I’d hit the ground first.

That meant another heartbreaking tally on the ‘Times Raph beat (Y/N) at sparring’ scorecard.

Raph grinned at me, apparently realizing the same thing as he propped his head up on his elbow.

“How’s the weather down there?” He said smugly.

I rolled my eyes good naturedly, smiling back. “Heavy?” I grunted, sticking my tongue out.

He smiled fondly. “Hm. That sucks for you, I guess, loser.” He said with an exaggerated yawn as he spread himself out.

“You know- relaxing your body- just- makes you- feel heavier?” I hissed.

“Hm? Can’t hear you from all the way up here.” Raph said.

I shook my head. “You’re an arse, y’know that?”

“Ew! What the- guys, you can’t do that in front of Chompy!” Said a voice at the door, and Raph stiffened.

“Mikey- Shut up!” He said, voice cracking. “We’re sparrin’!”

I nodded, feeling heat rise to my face as I imagined what this looked like. Raph was on top of me, his plastron spread diagonally across my stomach, and he had been resting his head on his hand as I glared at him across the floor…which could easily be misread, especially at Mikey’s angle from the door…

But instead of voicing my understanding, I replied in a monotone voice “Can confirm- we sparred.”

“Yeah I know that!” Mikey exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow. “Then wha-”

“Parents shouldn’t fight in front of their kids, imagine how poor lil’ Chompy must feel!” He said sadly.

Raph’s face went as red as his mask. “MIKEY- (Y/N) and I aren’t- shut up!”

I nodded again. “We're co-pet owners, not co-parents. Chompy ain’t a kid, really, he’s a baby alien who has mannerisms similarly aligned with those of a dog or cat or other domestic mammals and…whatever.”

“...Well I still got my eyes on you. This is mighty suspicious.” Mikey hissed.

“No it’s not! We spar all the time, Michelangelo!” Raph yelled. “Now get outta my room before we both decide we wanna spar you!”

“Okay okay okay!” Mikey squeaked, ducking out of the room.

Raph sighed as his footsteps finally faded, relaxing onto me again. “What a doofus.”

“Yeah…” I agreed, smiling a bit. “You’re still on top of me.” I noted. I was pretty sure my limbs were close to falling asleep.

“And you still-” He paused to yawn for real this time, “-lost.” He smiled, and something about the way he was looking at me felt…softer than usual. Gentler…

A weird feeling on my stomach broke me out of my thoughts though. It was like…a hum…and it was coming from Raph? After a second the purr-like noise followed it, and I grinned. He was churring again.

But Raph’s eyes widened in surprise and mortification. He rolled off me and stood straight up at record speed, blushing even redder than he had earlier, but the churring continued.

He slammed his hand over his mouth then, only somewhat managing to muffle the sound. He blushed harder, cringing.

I clambered up after him, and fell back onto the bed next to Chompy.

Chompy blinked an eye open, and I took his apparent consciousness as a cue to hug the little turtle.

“...You know, when Chompy purrs, I think it’s sweet, not freaky or embarrassing…” I said casually as the churring stopped, stroking Chompy’s head.

Raph mumbled something that was rendered unintelligible by his hand, but his eyes softened.

I patted the spot on the bed next to me, smiling as encouragingly as I could.

He sighed and sat awkwardly next to me, staring at the floor in embarrassment.

“So…” I said, trying to sound gentle. “So I’m assuming you don’t...like it when that happens?”

“….I can’t control it.” He finally said, petting Chompy as the little turtle churred in my arms.

“Neither can he,” I pointed out.

Raph rolled his eyes. “He’s a turtle turtle, not a mutant turtle. Like you said to Mikey, he’s like a cat or something. I mean… it’s cute when he does it, but…”

“You do it around your brothers too, you seem fine when that happens?”

He shrugged. “That’s different, they get it. They do it too, they don’t think it’s weird.”

“Well I like it. It’s sweet, Rafa.” I smiled.

He blushed, finally looking up at me. “...really?”

“Yeah. So does he.” I grinned, smushing Chompy into his face.

“Aw, Chompy!” He laughed, pulling both of us into a hug.

“Hey- hey dude, I appreciate the affection, but you’re screwin’ up my hair-” I laughed, my face pressed into his plastron.

“Oh no, this is a chokehold, actually.” He grinned, and set Chompy on my head. Chompy chewed on a strand of my hair. “See?”

“Dammit you two! This is a betrayal!” I giggled, but didn’t make any effort to get out of it.

Raph’s churring started up again, but this time he just shot me an embarrassed shrug and pulled me and Chompy closer. I smiled.

I missed Earth a lot, but at least I had my weird little family here with me, right?

And maybe that family is a disgruntled mutant teenager with anger issues and our pet space turtle…and maybe I missed my Earth family too, but either way, at the end of the day, I was happy.

Y’know. So long as we managed to successfully save Earth…but that was a worry for another day.

***

Author's note: Can you tell how much the Squirrelnoids episode freaked me out? :')

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