Sorry dear Anon ( and
@etstrubal for you too ofc :D), but did you really think that “IwaKyou” is going to get a serious answer from me? XD ……Didn’t think so. Here have some Kyoutani rebelling against the team-mom.
WARNINGS: cyber sex theme-ish, masturbation, nsfw!!, parts of seb cussing in romanian, kinda hot tbh –be prepared
summary: being parted from Sebastian, as he visits his homeland, can be a pain in the ass –especially because both of you are always in dire need of sex.
A/N: heh so much Romanian shit happening….i cant even comprehend. sorry if you felt attacked with this drabble
The monitor of your laptop illuminated bright white lights around your dim lit room. You faced against the monitor and scrolled around Youtube and other social medias trying to find updates about the interviews of Sebastian –though completely ignoring the fact that you could directly ask Sebastian yourself via a simple text. And as you looked through the videos suggested, you came across a previous interview about Captain America: The First Avenger in 2011.
I dont usually delve outside of the buttercream imagines but im thinking of making this multi-fandom so i hope you all stay with me
word count ~ 626
Archie knew he made a mistake that summer.
He thought about it all day and all night. He knew if you found out he would lose you, but it was so hard to think about anything else when Mrs. Gundys hands were all over him. His mind would turn foggy and would lose sight of what was right. The only thing he could think about was her that summer.
You knew Archie well enough to know that something was up. his messages got short and he never called you anymore. You knew he was working for his father that summer and wouldn’t be available all the time, but when he canceled your Fourth of July plans with Jughead, you couldn’t ignore the feeling in your gut that something wasn’t right.
Archie didn’t know why he was so infatuated with Mrs. Grundy when he had all he wanted with you. Maybe it was the excitement that Mrs. Grundy gave him because he knew that she was off limits. Whatever it was made Archie feel guilty for what he did. He knew that once they went back to school things would be different between the two of you and he couldn’t change that.
You met with Jughead at Pops for any sort of explanation, but you got nothing whatsoever. He told you he has no idea why Archie canceled on them and that he wants nothing to do with Archie anymore. So you took it upon yourself to go and see him that weekend, little did you know it would be a huge mistake.
You walked alone in the dark on the weekend of July fourth. the cool and calm air surrounded you. You knew that this may be your last chance to talk to Archie before school started so it was important that you talked to him face to face, not just the one worded text responses that you kept receiving.
In the distance, you notice a mint green buggy with the lights on. You were not usually the type to snoop, so you kept walking. Until you saw the two people in the car. Your boyfriend and your music teacher making out in a car.
To say you were shocked was an understatement. The feeling of sadness hit you like a tonne of bricks. It felt like someone had stabbed you in the back and was slowly turning the knife. It was hard sight to look at, the boy you loved making out with your teacher. So you ran.
Once school was back, things were different. You tried to act like the summer had never happend but every time Archie told you that he had a “Meeting” with Mrs. Grundy, it broke your heart even further. He wanted to tell you, but the consequences would be to strong for him and he knew that.
It was all to much. No matter how much you loved Archie, you didn’t want to go through that pain. You wrote him a not and left it in the music rooms for him to discover.
While with Mrs. Grundy, he noticed a note under one of the desks. He read it and for once while he was with her, he snapped out of the fog and realized what he was doing.
Our newbie Sorcerer didn’t understand when he was rolling his character (and he didn’t really want help) so he ended up with -1 Constitution and is now stuck with it. But I feel bad that I didn’t catch it so I’m making a magic item that gives him extra Constitution at the expense of some of his other stats.
“What is the item?” you ask. Let’s take a look, shall we?
Pants of Constitution
If you’re wearing these pants* in public, you’re a braver person than I am.
*Ask the Dm what they look like.
“What do these pants look like?” you may wonder. Well, these pants just happen to look like this-
I have been thinking about writing this post recently and there was always that social anxiety/fear that people and JAck might hate me for saying the stuff that I’m about to talk about. But I’ve been in this community for a long ass time now and I know when something is wrong. So I decided to just address it and hope that Jack will read through this post and help us out.
As you’ve probably already heard, there have been many art/gifs/edit thefts recently, way more than it’s ever happened. People are straight up stealing stuff and reposting it non-stop, forcing creators to report them (which doesn’t usually work, mind you), often to no avail since these people do not know (or don’t care about) the simple rules of content copyright, which yes, also apply to websites like Tumblr, Instagram and DeviantArt. We have tried numerous times to put a stop to this situation but it’s progressively getting worse and worse. I have a feeling that Jack can help us sort this out with us by openly saying that art theft is not okay, ever. Maybe hearing this from Jack (and other content creators) will help these people change their minds and actually stop being so damn irreponsible and disrespectful.
Another issue that is slowly making the community’s positivity fade away is the fact that some people are being incredibly rude to one another and starting to tear each other down instead building each other up. I’ve noticed that this happens when it comes to theorising about Anti or about Jack’s personal life. Some people feel so entitled and often don’t realise that this is supposed to be a safe place where people can come to share thoughts, ideas, content and a good laugh and not a place to start drama in or to affirm oneself as the bigger and more important blog around. We are all the same here. Someone who gets reblogged (or “noticed”) a lot is not more important than you and someone who never gets noticed is not less important than you. I think we need to remind ourselves of this more often and I feel like Jack himself should state once again that anon hate, rudeness and arrogance are not welcome in the jse community.
Last but not least, the infamous closed captions. I personally have never dabbled in captioning a video but I know people who have and I also know how much time, effort and passion it takes. Good captioners work their asses off to help people with hearing issues to enjoy the video just as much as we all can enjoy it. So, surely you can understand how frustrating it is for them (and it should be for us as well as a community) to see captions being altered and used as means of self-promotion, witty remarks and unrelated Anti hints (don’t even get me started on people who straight up put Zalgo text in the caption. I mean, seriously?). Fortunately for all of us, there has been found a potential solution to this: a captioning system that will allow people to actually create a caption file and upload it to Youtube without it being filtered or altered in any way. This means: clean captions and potential good captioners who can focus on making subtitles for everyone who needs them. No more public caption system but a more solid, legit and valid one we can all rely on. (tagging @chaenir-sam because she worked her ass off to find this solution).
Now, I don’t know if Jack ever heard of any of these issues that are threatening the community but in the fortunate event that he has or that he reads this, I really hope we can count on him to help fix the situation, which is currently getting out of control. We, as a community, can only do so much.
Jack has been really spotty lately (probably because of PAX prep and getting back into drumming?) so I honestly don’t blame him for any of this and I don’t want to put pressure on him. I just think that we, now more than ever, have to acknowledge that it’s not all starshine and rainbows in the community and I feel like our green bean can help us in this endeavour.
I’m so thankful for your presence in my life. You bring so much happiness and joy to those around you every day. You remind me that the dark times never last, and that good times are always ahead. You inspire me to stay positive and to spread positivity even when I find it difficult to do so. Your passion and hard work motivate me to do whatever I can to better myself. The entire world has been captivated by your charms, Park Jimin. You are so talented and so beautiful, and I hope you are reminded of it every day. I love you so much, sunshine.
(If you saw Springle’s stream from a couple days ago, you’d understand lmao) Many brain cells were lost in the making of this. Rip brain cells. I blame @springledongle for this bullshit coming to be, but what glorious bullshit it is. I had to draw @foxygogogo too, since their Fun Foxy fits this perfectly to me, but that might just be me. Idfk lol. (This is based off the vine at 7:34)
Prompt:Hey there! I would love to read something about Raphael getting sick and his s/o wanting to take care of him. Would he be too proud? Or would he eventually give in and just enjoy the loving care? Of course only if nobody’s watching! ;D
Note: I actually had a dream about Raph last night, so here ya go. This turned out cuter than I had hoped :)
Word Count: 1105
Raph groaned as he adjusted himself on the couch. Somehow, he had caught a bug. A bad one. And while the big buff turtle was as tough as they came normally, as soon as he got a touch of sickness, he became nothing more than a big baby.
When you showed up to the lair, you had a care package tucked under your arm. Even with his blurry vision and pounding head, Raph still squinted to look at you. You were wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but you were still the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.
“Hey, Red. You feeling any better?”
“I am now.” His low voice was soft and hoarse.
“Oh hush,” You shook your head and tried to hide the embarrassing shade of red your cheeks had flushed to. Raph had a way of doing that to you, despite the fact that you were pretty sure he wasn’t into you. “I brought soup.” You held up a thermos and a spoon. He took it in one of his large green hands. “And tissues and a blanket and-”
“You’re too good to me.” Raph managed a tired smirk. He looked like his head was swimming, eyes unable to focus, breaths labored through a stuffed nose.
“And you, my green friend, are very, very sick.” You looked over to him. You had never seen him look so pathetic. “Why don’t you get some rest?”
“And what, miss spending quality time with ya?”
“Sleep, Raph. Now.”
“You’re hot when you’re bossy.”
“And you have no filter when you’re sick, apparently.”
“He really doesn’t.” Leo piped up from across the room. “Listen, thanks for coming to take care of him, (Y/N). We just can’t afford to get sick right now, but Don said you’d be immune to whatever he has so-”
“It’s no problem, Leo. Really.” You smiled. “It’s the least I could do.”
“Well, we’re headed out. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to call.” He and the other two left the lair, leaving you alone with Raph and Splinter, wherever the old rat had gotten off to.
“And then there were two,” Raph muttered. He ate a few spoonfuls of soup before setting it down for a while. “Sorry yer stuck on babysitting duty.”
“I don’t mind. I mean, you did save my life after all.”
“So we’re even?”
“Not even close.” You smirked. “I still owe you big time, Raphael.”
“After taking care of me a few hours, you won’t think so.” He chuckled to himself, leaning back against the pillows of his temporary nest. “I’ve been told I whine like a baby.”
“I have little siblings. I don’t think you could drive me away if you tried.”
“We’ll see about that.”
About thirty minutes after the guys left, Raph had drifted off into a nap. You learned very quickly that he snored like a chainsaw. This was an easy fix, as you had brought some headphones and a book to read in case something like this happened. You glanced up every few pages to make sure he was still out.
After a few hours, when you glanced up, Raph’s tired green eyes were fixed on you, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” You tucked a bookmark into your book and set it on the table. Touching the back of your hand to his forehead confirmed your suspicions that the large terrapin had developed a fever. “You need something to get this fever down.”
“I knew you thought I was hot.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes.
“Yes, Raphael, you are hot. You are running a fever. I’m gonna grab some meds.”
“You do that, gorgeous. I’ll be right here waiting.” You walked to Donnie’s lab, where he had labeled everything you needed and then returned to Raph to administer the proper meds. You handed him the pills and a bottle of water and then returned to your spot. “Thanks.”
“Need anything else?”
“I’m all set, Princess.”
“Alright then,” You opened up your book and continued to read.
“Can you come here?”
“Um, sure.” You set down your book once again and walked over to where Raph was lying on the couch. His sleepy, sleepy eyes melted your heart.
“Thanks for takin’ care ‘uh me.” His voice was hoarse from all of the coughing and snoring and sinus drainage. “I really appreciate it.” You leaned forward to press a kiss to his warm forehead.
“Any time, Red.”
Raph took one of your hands in his large green ones, admiring each tiny little finger. There were so many.
“Yer hands are so small…” he murmured. “Have ya always had this many fingers?”
“Yes, I have. Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe those meds are kicking in.”
“I’m fine.” He insisted. Suddenly, something occurred to him. “Are yer feet that small too?”
“I think you need some sleep, bud.”
“Sleep. We can talk about foot size when you feel better, alright?”
As soon as he was better, Raph avoided you for at least a week and a half. Every time he saw you, his cheeks flushed red and he left the room. You couldn’t help but laugh a little before returning to your latest book.
But he couldn’t avoid you forever, and you both knew it.
He came around eventually, settling on the couch beside you. The other half dipped under his weight. Raph let out a sigh. You only raised an eyebrow in amusement, waiting to hear what he would say.
“So uh…I realize my fever may have caused me to uh…act different.”
“So I uh, I’m sorry if I made ya uncomfortable and stuff.”
“No, Raph. I actually kind of appreciated the honesty. It was like for once there wasn’t this wall between us.”
“You know, the unspoken wall that you put up to protect your fragile turtle feelings. I understand, believe me, but just so you know, I’ve lived in New York all of my life, so dating a giant turtle would hardly be the weirdest thing that’s happened to me.”
“What now?” He paused. “You’d date me?”
“This is the wall I’m talking about.”
“I see it now.” He sort of chuckled awkwardly before pausing again. “Ya know, I never pegged ya as someone who’d date a giant mutant freak.”
“And I never pegged you as a freak in the first place.” You winked and got up to get a drink from the kitchen.
‘Huh,’ thought Raphael. ‘I might have to get sick more often.’