i wanna arm wrestle with her!

so, last week i was thinking somebody should write a comic about a shy teen superhero whose powers are fueled directly by her own sense of embarrassment

then i, uh, wrote a ten-page script for it? and wound up kind of liking it a lot?

so consider yourself cordially invited to read issue #1 of my extremely indie superhero comic, and if you wish, you can illustrate it inside your mind, using the power of imagination!

(A teen girl sits on a swivel chair in her bedroom, facing the viewer. She’s got braces and glasses. Her hair is in a messy braid.)

PONNI: Hi! My name is Ponni Murthy. I’m sixteen, and um…

(We zoom out a little. She’s wearing a T-shit that says “The Moon ROCKS!” She’s holding a cane—covered in glow-in-the-dark star stickers—in one hand, and a stuffed animal cat—wearing a sloppily homemade astronaut costume—in the other. Posters cover the walls: fantasy movies, rocket ships, Ada Lovelace, Aamir Khan, Sally Ride, etc. She has multiple posters of the solar system. She gestures dramatically with her cane-hand)


(We return to her face. She looks very earnest.)

PONNI: That’s not, uh, directly relevant to the story, I just—I love it, so much.

(She has now taken on a pensive expression)

PONNI: I love a lot of stuff. But I used to feel a little weird about that.

(She is cheerful again)

PONNI: This is the story of how I got over (some of) my shyness, and rescued a gymnasium full of people, using dark powers I only kind of understand!

PONNI: We begin last year…

(Close-up on her stuffed cat, which is now holding a title card that reads): THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF PONNI MURTHY A.K.A. SHAME-FLAME THE UNCONQUERABLE)

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anonymous asked:

ok I might be really stupid here, but why is there such a bad reaction to arm wrestling? I get that Steve thinks he hasn't got much else to offer but why does it make Tony want to cry? is he just afraid of the strength 💪 I'm very sorry for being stooopid lol

You’re not being stupid! Lol it’s just that it’s their second date and Tony is already confused and nervous because he thought they wouldn’t want to see him again until he was in heat so he could fulfill his duty and produce them an heir and Steve and Bucky were kind of talking about how they spent their days and Tony made some interested noises to be polite when they talked about sparring because he knows that as an omega he will never be as strong as Steve and Bucky

And then Steve asks this omega if he wants to arm wrestle, despite knowing that he is much stronger and could hurt him. It doesn’t occur to him how mean that might sound. He would have pretended to let Tony win for a minute.

But Tony just hears “wanna arm wrestle and see how strong you are” and thinks of Obadiah, and how he often bullied him physically, and he thinks this is a threat to show him just how weak he is against these two alphas.

“What the fuck,” Natasha blurts out, appalled, then, “Oh, honey, your vest, I never noticed–It’s definitely not appropriate, we need to go change, maybe they’ll still be here when you’re finished–” Her glare informs them that Steve and Bucky should be gone by the time they got back.

“’Wanna arm wrestle?’” Bucky repeats in disbelief.

“Let me die,” Steve whispers, even as he stands to go tell his mother what a fucking dumb ass he is.

Heart Eyes [Harry Hook Imagine] [Request]

Heart Eyes

Harry Hook Imagine; Disney Descendants

Requested by @mus1ck1ll3r 

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“[Y/N]!” shouted Ben, barging into your dorm room with Evie, Jay, and Carlos.

“Duck!” you exclaimed, getting on the floor.

Your friends all did the same. Being Cupid’s daughter meant you had to practice archery with love arrows… which is exactly what you had been doing. The arrow bounced off the walls a few times before landing in the middle of your target.

You stood up, and smiled, “I’ve still got it! Remind me to thank Queen Merida later. Now, what do you need?”

“We need you open the magic barrier, so we can bring Mal back from the Isle,” answered Evie.

“Why can’t you just use the remote?” you asked.

“Because there’s only one,” mumbled Jay.

“And Mal took it,” continued Carlos.

You sighed, “Alright, what could go wrong?”

- - -

“Would you look at that, Ben? Something went wrong!” you gasped, sarcastically. “And on the Isle of the Lost, where we shouldn’t be. Who knew?”

Ben glared at you. You had chased after him when said she wasn’t returning to Auradon. The two of you had left for a few minutes and were immediately surrounded by Uma’s crew.


Ben moved closer to you, and whispered, “Mal and the others will come for us.”

“I know they well, Ben,” you whispered, “but what happens until then?”

Ben was going to reply, but stopped when a hook appeared in front of your face. The person behind you rested their chin on one of your shoulders.

“What are we whispering about?” the person whispered.

You rolled your eyes, and replied, “Back off, Sea Urchin.”

“The name’s Harry Hook, actually,” greeted the teenager, stepping between you and Ben. “Who are you, love?”

“I’m in charge of Valentine’s Day,” you glared, “so take a guess.”

Harry only grinned at you. The group of pirates stopped in front of a tunnel.

“Go on, you two,” said Harry, gesturing to the tunnel.

You looked at Ben, and sighed, “I’m not going first.”

- - -

Uma smirked, “Do you wanna know what I get if I win?”

Mal rolled her eyes, and replied, “Still dreaming.”

The two proceeded to have an arm wrestling match; both of them wanted different things. Uma, unlike Mal, had a strategy. She would make Mal lose by surprising her. Uma waited, watching as Mal’s eyes began to glow a bright green.

“If I win, I get two things,” said Uma. “First: Your friend, Heart Eyes, stays on the Isle. Harry seems to like her–”

Mal’s strength faltered for a moment, but scoffed, “Leave her alone, Uma. She belongs in Auradon, not here.”

Uma smirked, “Second: You bring me Fairy Godmother’s magic wand.”

Mal’s eyes stopped glowing and she gasped. Uma took Mal’s moment of surprise; she forced Mal’s hand against the table. The villains around the two cheered loudly. Uma smirked at Mal, who stormed off.

- - -

“You know, if you weren’t on Uma’s side, you’d be kind of cute,” you said, looking at Harry, who had been watching you for a few minutes.

Harry let out a chuckle. He was put in charge of night watch by Uma. You couldn’t sleep. Because of this, you decided to talk to Harry. Though you hated to admit it, he was rather nice when he wasn’t around other villains.

“Whatever you say,” he sighed, looking at his feet.

“Why do you stay here?” you asked, noticing his change in demeanor.

“Where would I go?” he asked.

You hesitated for a moment: “You could go with me.”

Harry scoffed, “I think people would notice if I just showed up in Auradon.”

“Not if we can convince Ben,” you said, nodding to the sleeping king.

The idea seemed to be going through Harry’s head. He felt something for you, but he didn’t know what that feeling was. Little did he know, you felt the same way.

Harry nodded, “Okay. Mal is coming tomorrow. I’ll go with you.”

You smiled at him. And he smiled back.

- - -

“Jay, no!” you shouted, your sword clashing with Jay’s as he tried to fight Harry. “He’s coming with us!”

A sword fight behind when Mal and the others gave Uma a fake version of Fairy Godmother’s magic wand.

Jay stared at you with confusion, “What?”

“Jay, I’ll explain later,” you said. “Just take him to the limo and don’t let Uma see you!”

Jay sighed, “Okay.”

Jay began leading Harry through the crowd. Every few seconds, Harry would look back at you. You turned away to join the fight once more.

- - -

Your friends, excluding Jay who was driving back to Auradon, all stared you and Harry–even Dude! An awkward silence had filled the limo once everyone else saw Harry. They didn’t really know what to think of him.

“So… how have you all been?” you asked.

“Oh, you know… saving the kingdom,” answered Mal.

Another silence.

“You really want to live in Auradon, Harry?” asked Evie, trying to end the silence.

Harry looked at you, but answered her, “Yeah, I do.”

You smiled at him.

“You two are kind of perfect for each other,” admitted Ben.

The others nodded in agreement. They all watched as Harry took your hand in his own.

Yeah, you were perfect for each other.

Southern Girl - Ch. 13 {Roman Reigns x OFC}

Author’s Note:

So… this chapter is incredibly long because there was so much that I wanted to fit in. The actual Hall of Fame and Wrestlemania parts are short because I needed to focus on what happens at the beginning of the chapter. Don’t worry. The Mania after party and aftermath is in the next chapter. It’s also photo heavy.

I LIVE for comments! xoxox

Warnings: Definitely smut. Daddy kink.

Word Count: 6,646 words

Chapter 12

Chapter 13: Mania Moment

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My mom, who doesn’t actively watch wrestling but will watch an episode here or there with me (and my grandmother when she was alive) sometimes, knows 4 modern wrestlers. This is the list, and what she knows them for/why she knows them.

Roman Reigns was my grandmother’s favorite. My dirty, dirty, 70-year-old grandmother had him as her computer wallpaper and would tell my mother that was her “new daddy.”

Originally posted by stellarollins

Finn Balor, the guy who goes *does the arm thing*

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Dean Ambrose, my favorite, who she calls my husband (not that I’m mad at that)

Originally posted by deanvmbrose

And Nia Jax. You wanna know why she knows Nia? Because Nia, that’s why.
(She actually loves Nia Jax on her own volition)

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Day 6: Catherine/ Jemma Appreciation.

I’ve been pretty deep into Jemma (in case no one noticed!) recently. It’s difficult to recall, now, and seems a bit surreal, but when I first became embroiled in the Berena fandom, I was quite apathetic about Jemma. 
Serena Campbell was definitely my gal. Glad the blonde was making her happy etc. but didn’t really see the big deal about Jemma Redgrave. 
Ho boy! Oh boy o boy! Did that come back and slap me ‘round the face and call me a liar!
So it would be rather easy for me to sit here and wax lyrical about Jemma… for the 400th time this month alone, and then I thought no! 
You came for Serena Campbell, and Catherine Russell brings her to life, and Catherine Russell sometimes gives you life, when you’re having a rough time and then she tweets about her pubic hair and late periods. SO… Catherine Russell, everyone! 

Under the cut, because many pictures. Much gushing.

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Trent Seven - A family of three

Originally posted by infamousheel

“Y|N, I don’t feel like you should tag along. I mean, you are due any day.” Trent said, rubbing his hand across my nine month pregnant belly. I rolled my eyes. “The doctor said my due date was in a week. First time mothers usually go over their due date.” I told Trent, trying to get him to calm down.
Trent sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Alright. But if you feel anything, please let me know.” Trent said, squeezing my hand. I smiled before getting on my tippy toes to kiss his lips. I then grabbed his hand and we got in the car.

As we got to the arena for NXT, I felt a tiny pain in my stomach but it quickly went away. Sometimes it was braxton hicks so I went with that. Trent held my hand as we walked into the arena. The first to greet us was Tyler and Pete.
“What are you doing here? You are due anyday.” Tyler asked.
“That’s what I tried telling her but she’s too stubborn.” Trent said with a laugh. I shot him a glare. “Don’t make fun of your nine month pregnant wife, lad.” Pete said.
“I am carrying your child. I am not stubborn.” I pointed at him.
“I’m kidding, love.” Trent said before kissing my forehead. “You better be. If we are having a son, I hope he  isn’t like you.” I said with a laugh.
Trent and I decided not to find out the gender until birth. While he went to go get ready for his match against Tyler, I went into catering and sat down. As I sat down, the pain I felt earlier came back.  My whole body tensed.
“Are you alright?” Pete asked, eyeing me with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied. I knew this was the beginning of contractions.
“I don’t believe that for a second. Are you.. in labor?” Pete asked. Before I could answer, the pain came again.
I just nodded, breathing through my nose and out of my mouth. “Go get Trent.” I told Pete. He nodded before running towards the locker room.
Before Trent could get to me, I felt a warm liquid slid down my pants. I stood up and looked at Trent who just got to me.
“We need to get you to the hospital.” Trent said.
By the time we did get to the hospital, the pain was only getting worse. “Just breathe.” Trent said, rubbing my lower back as we were in the elevator.
After the nurse got us to our room, I was in my gown and already had the IV in. Trent pulled a chair up bedside and held onto my hand.
He stood by my side through it all.
Soon enough, it was time to push.
“We are about to see our baby.” Trent said, putting the cold wash rag on my forehead.
“She’s beautiful.” After ten hours of painful labor, we had welcomed a beautiful little nine pound eight ounce baby girl. Trent laid beside me in the hospital bed, with his arm draped around me. My hair was in a messy bun and I was mentally drained. “Wanna hold her?” I asked, looking at Trent. A smile appeared on his face as he nodded. I carefully passed her over to Trent.
Trent was in awe over his daughter. He craddled her in his arms and she wrapped her tiny hand around his finger. I rested my head against his shoulder.
“We did good, babe.” Trent said, kissing the top of my head.

Promise Me: Part 6 (Anthony Ramos x Reader)


Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Word Count: 2847 (damn das long)

Warnings: some NSFW things, cursing, just anthony ramos in general sooo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7


You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

One of Anthony’s hand traveled back up and cupped your face, bringing it higher so that he could get a better angle of your lips. The kiss got deeper and deeper by the second. It started out hard and fast, but the more you two got used to the taste of each other’s mouth, the slower the kiss became.

His lips slowly caressed yours, sliding his tongue between your lips. You moaned and he responded by lightly pulling on your hair. Your bodies were still grinding to the music, and the kiss was still getting hotter. Your arms snaked around his neck and your fingers buried themselves deep into his curls.

When Anthony started biting your lip, you felt a vibration from the back of your jeans.

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Originally posted by fitnesswomen

“Hey y/n!” You looked up from lacing up your boots to see Becky Lynch walking up to you. “These guys,” she pointed over her shoulder to a small group of wrestlers, “don’t believe me when I said that you are stronger than most of them.” You blushed she didn’t have to go and say stuff like that to people. 

“Becky why did you say that?” you whispered. 

“Because it’s true!” she said, clapping you on the shoulder. 

“I don’t believe you,” said Seth Rollins. You looked at Becky, a snide smile on her face, and shook your head, a smirk pulling at your lips.

“You are going to be the death of me Lynch.” She smiled and tapped you on the butt as you walked out of the locker room. “You wanna arm wrestle Rollins?” He nodded, a smug smile on his face. You put up your (dominate hand) on the nearest table and he copied you. Once your hands were closed around his, Kevin Owens clamped his hands around yours. He looked at both of you, but your eyes were locked with Seth’s and his with yours. Kevin let go of your hands. Seth didn’t put up much of a fight. You slammed his hand down in about five seconds. His face was stunned and you were smiling. 

“That’s unfair!” Seth was shoved out of the way by Jack Swagger and he put his hand up. You matched his hand again, Kevin held your hands still then let go. Jack was a little harder but not by much, it was more like ten seconds before his hand was smashed onto the table. Unlike Seth, Jack smiled and gave you a high five. “Okay so your arms are strong but I bet you can’t squat that much!” You turned to look at Seth, annoyance radiating off you. 

“You just like to be proven wrong,” you said. You moved and pointed down at your legs. “You don’t get legs like this or an ass like this without squatting a lot.” Becky laughed. 

“Show me!” You rolled your eyes and turned to Sheamus, the heaviest guy there. 

“Do you mind?” He looked at you, shocked. 

“Honey I don’t know if you can,” you rolled your eyes. 

“How much do you weigh?”

“About 270,” you laughed.

“I can do it.” He didn’t look convinced. 

“Don’t drop me dear,” he said. You moved over to him, Becky dragging a stool behind you.

“Jack can you spot me?” He nodded and walked up behind you, he lightly placed his hands on your hips. “You ready Sheamus,” he just groaned. You squatted down, putting your head right by his stomach, and grabbed his neck with one hand and grabbed his leg with your other hand.  You took several deep breaths and then picked him up on your shoulders. Everyone gasped loudly and Seth’s eyes widened.You looked up at the light above you and squatted, your butt touching the stool. You pushed out all your breath and stood up. You leaned over so Sheamus’ feet could touch to the floor. All the people around you clapped their hands and Sheamus gave you a side hug. 

“Not many people can do that little lady, impressive.” You winked at Seth, who’s face was rather red. 

“Still don’t believe me?” said Becky. 

robinthief  asked:

*whispers* I would love to know more about your OCs


ok here are a few things about Tilda:

- She’s asexual and a Taurus like myself.
- Likes sweet foods, her favourite is creme caramel pudding cups
- Very much a workaholic
- Spends most of her time in the gym or training
- Takes great pride in her weapons collection and does maintenance on it regularly (including fighting with them)
- Dislikes mechanical weapons like guns and missiles, also not a fan of swords, but does appreciate them and admires people who can use them. She favours weapons that require blunt force. Especially hammers. If no weapons are available, fists will do.
- Likes to whittle sometimes, she’s not great at the detail work and she’s a bit heavy handed with the tools so her stuff always look stumpy and chunky but she likes it.
- Likes the outdoors, enjoys camping.
- Believes everyone should be able to stand up for themselves and protect those they love, runs extra training sessions for those who want to improve their combat skills.
- Will not get involved in other people’s unnecessary conflict until the last moment. She will watch and wait until it’s clear that someone will not stand up for themselves before stepping in. This has not always ended well.
- While she feels people should be able to protect themselves she feels immense guilt whenever others are hurt and she thinks she could have done something to prevent it. Even if circumstances couldn’t be helped she feels in some way responsible. 
- Will bend over backwards to help people and is caring in a mothering way but due to her height and build many find her intimidating and difficult to approach
- Is uncomfortable with taking days off to ‘relax’
- Only ever wears comfortable sports wear, any fashionable clothes she owns were bought for her as gifts and although she finds them awkward to wear she will regularly put them on around the person who gifted them. 
- Used to have very long hair, like, down to her waist, until it became impractical in combat.
- Saved a guys life once and he named his pub/bar after her and she has free drinks for life there. Became best friends with the bar owner/tender afterwards and they often bicker because she tries to pay for drinks and he is haVING NONE OF IT.
- Can hold her alcohol very well but once drunk she is rowdy and WILL arm wrestle and/or fight you as a show of friendship
- Is a morning person
- Prefers to get to the point and hates beating about the bush
- Prefers to eat in private

Mini Match - AJ Styles

Originally posted by p1styles

Summary:reader and AJ styles are married and have a little girl and she’s already wanting to learn how to wrestle so her and her dad have a mini wrestle match

“Daddy!” Our four year old daughter pointed to AJ on the screen. We were laying in bed watching Smackdown Live. “Yeah, that’s him.” I smiled. Y|D|N watched on as AJ fought Kevin Owens for the United States championship. 
“I wanna wrestle.” Y|D|N said as AJ retained the championship. I looked at her. She was a splitting image of AJ. It wouldn’t surprise me if she ended up being a wrestler in the future. 
“Daddy comes home tomorrow. Maybe he can teach you.” I told her as I turned the lights off. Y|D|N rubbed her eyes. “Yay.” She let out a yawn. 

AJ came home early that next morning. Y|D|N was still sleeping so AJ and I had some time for ourselves. “I missed you.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. He smiled, kissing the top of my head. 
“I missed you too, darling.” AJ responded. “So, last night while we watched Smackdown. Y|D|N told me she wanted to wrestle.” I told AJ before taking a sip of my coffee. 
“That’s adorable.” AJ said with a laugh.  As AJ and I laid on the couch cuddled next to each other, we heard Y|D|N’s footsteps coming down the steps. “Mama.” Y|D|N rubbed her eyes. But as soon as she saw AJ, she woke right up. “Daddy!” She exclaimed, running over. 
AJ caught her in his arms as she jumped on him. I smiled, placing my coffee on the table. 

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anonymous asked:

Ohmygosh I feel like IF reader ever got drunk it would happen bc she'd be like what the heck I don't feel it or I challenge you mccree😂 she'd probably be the type to be super honest and she probably wanna hold hands and hug 76😂😂😂😂

Reader is Québécois which means she’s either a jolly drunk or an angry drunk, and because the image of 76 having to sling her over his shoulder because she drunkenly challenged Reinhardt to an arm-wrestle because he was teasing her about her crush on the Commander is just too goddamn funny to me, I’m going with angry drunk.

On some days, if you listen closely, you can still hear her voice, slurring “I’ll shove that hammer right up your ass” in French, all down the hallway of the base…

- five

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“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Everlark

Tipsy drabble #1 for the night. My apologies Anon. My mind went off the rails. I blame the 16% by volume wine. RATED M: For le smut. It’s brief, but it’s there. You’ve been warned. Bottoms up!

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Katniss hisses. “And it won’t work. You’re not getting in this bed.”

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Workin’ Out (Requested)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Request: could you do one using the prompt “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.” with Bucky

Warnings: None

Words: 895

A/N: I actually had two ideas for this, one of which kinda goes in a completely different direction so I’m going to post that separately in a few days… most likely tomorrow XD Hope ya like it ^_^

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Intricate love [Taehyung]

Originally posted by myeong-su

Genre: Angst

Characters: Taehyung; Reader (You)

Word Count: 1580

Notes: I was feeling some V angst so I wrote some :) Let me know what you think please! Maybe a part 2, idk yet ~ Admin Unnie

“Hey Tae pass me the rest of the stuff in the dryer please”, you said glancing over at him as you put the rest of your laundry in the washer.

He gave you a pouty face back, not seeming to like the idea of helping with laundry day.

“Come on, I bought you lunch this week. TWICE”, you emphasized, hoping that your generosity could get him in motion.

“Fine, but that’s only because I’m broke”

“We’re all broke Tae, that’s what happens when you take 3 years of college”

“Yeah, but you have a job at least”

“Yeah its called taking care of your broke ass”

“And what an honor that is”, he sing songed back to you, bowing slightly.

“Oh please, all your good for is lame ass jokes. Which I give you a laugh for because no one else ever laughs at them”

“Hey, I’m funny”

“Yeah Tae, hilarious”, you said sarcastically.

He humphed beside you and started handing you your clothes from the dryer. You didn’t realize that was a bad idea until he was holding up a pair of your black lace panties.

“Oh la la. Who are we trying to impress”, he winked at you.

“Hey, those aren’t for your eyes to see”

“Well whoever they’re for, he’s one lucky man”

“You know they’re not for anyone dummy. I haven’t had a date in years”

“I’m just saying, you could get some man candy easily. You’re gorgeous, you know that right Y/N”

Yeah, you thought, just not your type apparently.

You had first met Taehyung freshman year. He was in almost all of your classes him being a music major and you being a dance major. The classes for the arts ran extremely close in your school and you guys instantly became friends.

You hung out almost 24/7 that year. Late night study sessions, trips to the beach, theme parks. Name it and you guys had probably done it.

You both got jobs that summer and decided to take some courses to get more credits. You shared an apartment just off campus and that’s the one you shared now. Except Tae lost his job earlier this year because he was caught eating the food, again.

Sophomore year was a little bit of a blur, or maybe its because thats when Tae got his first girlfriend. You would block that whole year if you could, but it was just too significant to you, even if it hurt.

You couldn’t remember the girl’s name, but she was beautiful. Long silky hair, fair skin, nicest girl you would ever meet and Tae was infatuated with her.

Every time you guys had a hangout it would be she did this, she did that. You could recite half the shit he said about her. You, of course, never said anything about his topic of conversation and let him talk as long as he wanted. If he wasn’t talking about her, he was busy texting her, and this only further annoyed you.

Then one day, time just seemed to come to an end.

It was 3 am when Taehyung had come home that night. It was raining lightly, the slight patter lulling you to sleep. You were almost asleep when you heard him stumble in.

“Tae, hey Tae are you alright?”, you asked as you walked toward him.

He was sitting, his back against the door. He was… crying? His shoulders shook a little with the little hiccups of his sobs.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong”

“Its her”, he whispered. “I walked in on her fucking some guy”.

“Oh Tae, I’m so sorry. If you want me to beat her up just say it”.

“Haha, you can’t even beat me at arm wrestling Y/N”, he said giving you a weak smile.

Seeing his joking side come out made you feel better, but you knew it was just a defense mechanism for the grief he was feeling.

“So what now? Get drunk, talk about our feelings”.

“Hell yeah, but cop out the feelings part”

“You don’t wanna talk about it…”

“No, I just want to forget her”

You got up and went to the kitchen bringing out a bottle of fireball whiskey, it was all you had left from the party you had last weekend.

You held it up in front of you, shaking it slightly.

“Ohh no, not that shit”.

“Sorry it’s all we got”

“ It fucks up my throat though”, he whined.

“Do you want it or not Kim”, you said.

He shook his head at you indicating that he wanted it, even though it would burn his throat. Who thought putting cinnamon in whiskey was a good idea.

You guys spent the night in your bed, drinking, crying, mostly Tae, and just reliving the good times before he had met her.

“I’m sorry”, he suddenly said to you. His head was resting on your lap, your hands running through his soft hair. You had both gotten quite drunk and were now coming down and getting sleepy.

“For what? This? She did this to you, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m here for you and always will be”.

“No I know that. I’m sorry for putting her before you, you have always been there for me and I feel like lately I’ve been giving you 50% of my attention. And thank you”  he said a slight blush on his cheeks from admitting his feelings.

He was your best friend, but he didn’t like you the way you liked him. The 3 words you wished to hear would never come out his mouth.

“No problem Tae, I love you”, you whispered the last phrase making his head pop up.

“What was that?”

“Nothing important. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed”, you said pushing him up and off your lap while going to put the whiskey bottle in the recycling.

“Nooo, let’s just sleep”, he whined, face planting onto your bed.

“You smell like a wet dog Tae, take a shower”

“Fine, but if I slip and fall and die it’s your fault”

“Stop being dramatic”, you helped him out of your room to his bathroom, shoving him in when he halted at the door.

You were all washed up for the night or should you say day, it was close to 6 a.m now. You had just gotten cozy in your bed when Tae pressed his head through your door.

“Y/N, can I sleep with you”, he asked tentatively.

“Sure, get in here I’m cold”

“Yes Ma’am”, he said making his way to your bed.

He got in and immediately cuddled up to you. You turned your back to him, your heart was racing in your chest as the love of your life cuddled into your back.

You felt his arms reach around to hold your waist, his warm hands coming around your curves. You stiffened and he stopped.

“Y/N, is this okay? Are you uncomfortable?”, he asked, worry in his voice.

“N- no, Tae, I’m fine”, you stuttered out. Being in such close proximity was a little much for you, but you would do it if it made Tae feel better.

“Okay, just tell me if I’m being too touchy. I tend to hug in my sleep”

Fucking great. He liked to hug in his sleep, this was going to be a long night.

“Goodnight Y/N”, he whispered, nuzzling your neck with his face.

“Night Tae”

So here you were approximately one year later and you were as close to him as you would ever get, just friends. You reeled back at the idea of him calling you gorgeous. If you were what did he see in other girls and not you?

You tried to come back with a witty comment but all that would come out was a shy “thanks Tae”.

“Hey, come on, I mean it”, he said coming around to back hug you.

“Thanks Tae, but no other guys seem to think so”

“That’s not true, it can’t be”, he said. “Hey, why don’t we go out on this weekend?”

“Really, like to a club”

“Yeah, you’ll be able to find some hottie there for sure. Now all we have to do is go shopping”

“Whats wrong with the dresses I have now?”

“Ummmm you know, they a lil worn down”, he said.

He had this innocent look on his face that he was oh so trying to keep up.

“They are not! I bought that red one last month”

“Well we’re going shopping, so suck it up”, he said, moving around you and leaving the laundry room.

“Hey, come help me finish”, you whined.

“Can’t, some non-important thing needs my immediate attention”, he yelled back.

“Tae, I can hear you eating chips”

“Whattttt pshh, no I’m not”


“Fine, fine”

“Don’t get chip crumbs on my clothes”

“Yeah yeah”

So that’s how it is. The one man you loved without a doubt and he didn’t even know it. Going to a club with Tae was going to be SO much fun, when all you wanted to do was be in his arms. Knowing him though, he would have girls on him the second he walked in, it was no surprise to you though, he was handsome and charming. Going back to your room, you shut the door and buried your face in your pillow letting out a big sob and the tears that came with it.

~ Admin Unnie

Chaotic monk

After fighting a group of lizardmen and finding a woman barely alive who went to find her brother who is dead next to her.
Me: So unless you guys wanna stick around and maybe Ando(the monk) wants to kick her in the face, are you gonna go back to town?
Monk: Well..
Druid: Oh no.
Me: He’s less chaotic neutral and more chaotic asshole now.
Now the party is in a tavern to spend the night before heading back to complete the quest and the monk is just being a general ass to the innkeeper.
Monk: Hey, arm wrestling is serious business, I might beat him but I wouldn’t leave him bleeding.
Me: you started off quiet and chaotic neutral, and now you’re talkative and chaotic asshole.

For Better or For Worse (Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Request:  Hi, I love you is made, are what you can do where Theo and the reader so together, she discovers that she and Theo are soul mates and just after she discovered Theo travait for horror Physician. Sorry if the foul English is not my native language.

Author’s Note: To the anon who requested this, I hope this is what you were looking for. This story employs the trope of where soulmates have matching marks on their arms at birth. Because whyyy not? :3

Soulmates are bound for life. That was what everyone was taught for generations.

If two people had matching marks on their arms, they were soulmates. It almost became an obsession for people to find their soulmate, their other half that was destined for them since birth.

The mark on her arm were two lines twisted around each other.

It was never an obsession to find her soulmate. She knew he was out there, somewhere. There was an anticipation that someday, she’d find him. It didn’t take long. It happened on her first day of junior year of high school. When Theo took off his hoodie during lunch, she caught sight of the mark that matched hers. She had to check several times just to be sure.

Mustering up all her courage, she slid out of her seat and to Theo, showing him the mark.

Theo’s lips curled into a grin when he glanced from the mark to her face. “Hi soulmate,” he greeted.

She felt the knot twist in her stomach as she smiled back. “Hi.”

Everything from there turned into a euphoric ride in the clouds. Perhaps they were just stupid teenagers blinded by the concept of a happily ever after. They fell in love too fast, too soon, too young, but they were happy and that was what mattered at the time.

Oh how stupid are you? she thinks as her grip tightens on the handle of the knife, its cold, biting edge starting to dig into her neck.

Theo had been her everything in the short time they were together. He helped her study. He made her laugh. He held her in his arms when her brother disappeared, and then celebrated with her when her brother turned up okay.

Then came the day he made her cry.

Theo seemed distant, quiet. When he inquired after his silence, he forced a smile and said everything was okay. The nagging feeling in her stomach did not go away, and she knew it wasn’t.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have followed after her brother. Since he had come back home, there was something different about him. He had locked himself up in his room, telling their mother that he was sick. And so when he snuck out that night, she followed after him. Curiosity killed her heart.

From a distance, she watched her brother sink to his knees, vomit black liquid and fear encapsulated her heart when she saw Theo approach him. His face was cold, unlike the warmth he always had when he was with her.

“Theo,” her brother gasped, “please.”

The ground vibrated beneath her feet, and she remained frozen when three looming figures approached them. She had no idea who they were or why they wore such horrifying masks. But one slid a blade from his cane and sliced her brother’s throat. His body fell to the ground lifeless, blood being absorbed into the soil.

“He was another failure,” one figure replied.

“You’re right,” Theo answers, his voice devoid of sympathy. “There was no use for him.”

All attention turned on her when she gasped in horror and stumbled back. She turned and ran home as fast as her legs could take her. Theo was running after her but there were no words to describe what she felt.

She grabbed the kitchen knife from its block, its blade pointed at Theo.

“Stay. Back,” she ordered. Her hand trembled slightly, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“[Name],” Theo began, holding up his hands. “Put the knife down.”

She shook her head. He repeated the statement again, and one foot forward brought her to that moment with the blade pressed into her neck.

“You bastard,” she whispers, tears growing hot in her eyes. “I don’t know who those people are, but you let them kill my brother. Why?”

“I didn’t want the Dread Doctors to kill him,” he answered. He eyes the knife and the shallow cut that was slowly becoming deeper.

She didn’t want this, oh no. He had lied to her. Made her believe that he cared. He had reassured her that her brother would return when he disappeared, but did nothing to help her brother. Theo stood there and let those monsters murder part of her family, part of her soul. She had no desire to be soulmates with someone who had manipulated her so cruelly.

The blade leaves her neck and to her arm. She hears Theo scream “No!” as the edge breaks her skin. She’s hurting already and her brain doesn’t register the pain when she tries to slice her soulmate mark from her arm.

Theo wrestles the knife from her grasp before the mark is cut from her skin completely. The struggle makes them fall to the floor. She crumples in her own tears, and he lays beside her with one hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“I don’t wanna be your soulmate,” she manages to choke. She’s not quite sure what she wants more, to die or to hurt Theo.

Dread runs down her spine when he answers, “You don’t have much of a choice.”

Soulmates are bound for life, and Theo was going to drag her to the depths of hell.