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Alignment lawful/neutral/chaotic, phantom troupe version
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Just want to talk a bit about palm samurai, grumpy cat and no sourcil man
I like how Feitan is just ready to kick Gon's ass to defend his Phinks bro, and this last just had to wave to stop him
lol really don't mess with Gremlin's buddys
never tell Feitan what to do
what did I just said, never tell Feitan what to.. oh wait
shrimpy little Feitan is a such pain in the ass they're so angry
Here I KNOW that was Phinks who carried Nobunaga to their hiding place because he's the strongest plysically. He probably had to protest but the others forced him. So he wore him, cursing and sighing like a pig the whole way because they just had argued, then let him fall like a piece of shit when he got there. And where's his shoe ?!
they don't deserve daddy Nobunaga. He's really carreful with them.
When Feitan refuses to leave Nobubaga I always thought he was referring to conversation in their first appearance scene
this trio is so underrated... Togashi, spare them I beg you
I withdraw. PHINKS AND FEITAN ARE AWFUL DON'T LISTEN THEM NOBUNAGA
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Hi!! It just snowed where I live and I saw you write for all the dbd killers, so can you write something with Frank Morrison (Legion)/reader and it’s snowing? Maybe some cuddles or something cute?
Ahhh I’m sure it’s not snowing where you are anymore since it’s been so long since I got this ask… Have some cute SFW snow shenanigans with Frank :3 ((Also sorry, starts out not so cute because Frank is an ass)) (ง •̀_•́)ง
“You are such an ass!” You shrieked, throwing your arms up in exasperation.
“Maybe,” Frank answered, that smirk that never failed to enrage you plastered on his face. “But you’re fucking me, so what does that make you?”
You felt your blood boil and you ground your teeth as you felt an angry heat build in your face. Ever since you had gotten to Ormond earlier, he had seemed intent on pissing you off. At the best of times, Frank wasn’t the easiest man to get along with, but that day he was being unbearable. You had been willing to risk getting noticed by your fellow survivors when you snuck away from the campfire if it meant getting to spend some time with your– well, you weren’t sure what exactly you and Frank were. As far as you knew, what you had was exclusive, but you felt silly calling him your boyfriend. Maybe that was part of the problem.
“You know what, I’m done.”
You turned on your heel, grabbing your coat as you passed the couch and heading for the door. You didn’t look back, but if you had you would have seen the look of shock that passed across Frank’s face and the knowing looks that passed between the other members of the Legion that had been watching the fight like housewives watching reality TV. You stomped out the open door and out into the steadily falling snow. Your boots crunched across the stuff that had already accumulated on the ground in a way that would have been supremely satisfying if you weren’t so blinded by anger.
You did hear the rapid crunching of snow that came from behind you as somebody followed you. You suspected it was Susie, she had always been off-puttingly nice to you, a trait you weren’t expecting from a killer. You were mentally prepped to tell her to go back inside, that your mind was made up and you were done with Frank for real this time.
“Babe, wait.”
Well, you certainly weren’t expecting that.
You glanced over your shoulder only to find Frank struggling to get his arm through one of the sleeves of his jacket as he chased after you. The hood on his sweatshirt was slipping down his head as he struggled, and you had to bite back the giggle that bubbled up at his apparent difficulties. He wasn’t funny or cute, damn it. You were mad at him.
He finally got his jacket on properly and caught up, trying to recover some semblance of control over the situation. He grabbed you by the upper arm, forcing you to stop your anger-fueled power walk and look at him. His hand dropped away from you once he was sure you were going to hear him out.
“Listen, I didn’t mean that shit I said before.”
“I risked a lot to come here, Frank,” you said flatly. “I didn’t do it so that I could get insulted.”
“I know– I know it’s a big risk, but I shouldn’t have said that shit. I just– I mean–”
You watched him flounder for a few more seconds before you realized what exactly he was trying to do.
“Frank Morrison, are you trying to apologize?”
His face was red, you weren’t sure if it was from the cold, frustration, or embarrassment, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes anymore. “Yeah, okay? I’m sorry or whatever. Just come back inside.”
You felt the corners of your mouth twitch upwards. For as long as you had known him, you had never heard Frank apologize for anything. For a while, you weren’t even sure if “sorry” was a part of his vocabulary. You didn’t want to let him off the hook that easily though, so you quickly formulated a plan.
“Thank you for apologizing. I just need a minute, then I’ll come back in.”
He gave a sharp nod before pulling you in to press a quick kiss to your forehead. It was an unusually sweet gesture from him, but you weren’t going to complain. “Don’t freeze to death or anything.”
As soon as his back was turned and he was walking away from you, you crouched down and began packing the snow into a ball the size of your palm. Before he could get too far, you stood and took aim. With as much force as you could muster, you lobbed the snowball in his direction, giggling maniacally when it hit him square between the shoulder blades.
You watched Frank’s whole body stiffen. He turned his head slowly to look at you over his shoulder, no doubt seeing you struggle to stifle your laughter behind your cold hands. “So that’s how you’re feeling, huh?”
He immediately ducked down to start packing some ammunition of his own. You dove behind a pile of rotting ski equipment and frantically began to pack snowballs. Frank had a head start and you knew that he wouldn’t have mercy on you. You heard more than saw the first snowball go whizzing over your head.
“Finish what you started,” Frank yelled over to you.
You popped up to return fire only to take a direct hit to the center of your chest, drawing an indignant and undignified shriek from you. A bark of laughter came from your opponent, but that meant that he was unguarded and unprepared, so you wound up and threw as hard as you could. You beaned him in the side of the head, meaning it was his turn to make an unflattering sound of surprise.
Your impromptu snowball fight continued on for many long minutes, with giggling and your combined competitiveness to fill the space between lobbed snowballs and playful insults. It had been a long time since you had had so much fun, and you couldn’t recall ever doing something so lighthearted with Frank at all. Your face was beginning to ache from the smile that was plastered there, and you were soaked through from all the melting snow that clung to your clothes.
Your little snow war came to an abrupt end when you reached for another snowball only to feel empty space. You paled as you realized that you were out of snowy missiles. When you didn’t return fire, Frank must have realized it too. You peeked over the top of your barricade in time to see him stand with a whole armful of snowballs. How did he have so many?!
“Game over, (Y/N),” he drawled, ever-present cocky lilt especially prominent. “Looks like I win. Not that that’s surprising.”
“Ohh, you are so going to get it,” you muttered under your breath, scrambling for some idea of how to turn this situation in your favor.
He wove between debris left over from the lodge’s time as a functioning ski resort, intent on dumping the snow in his arms on your head, but a banshee cry and your body rocketing at him caused him to drop it all in order to attempt to catch you and remain standing. Unfortunately for Frank, you had put all the force you could into throwing your full weight at him, and you had definitely caught him off guard. You hit him hard, and you both went tumbling backwards into a snowdrift. You pushed yourself up so that you were sitting on him, straddling his hips.
“Looks like I win, Frank.” Then, leaning in, you added, “Not that that’s surprising.”
He looked up at you with surprise for only a fraction of a second before he grabbed you by the back of the head and slammed your lips into his. You melted into the kiss, fisting his shirt in your near frozen hands.The drag of his tongue across your sealed lips prompted you to part them for him. You squirmed against him when his other hand slid beneath your coat and shirt, icy fingers in stark contrast to the warm skin of your abdomen.
A wolf whistle from the entrance of the lodge forced you to part with a distinct pop. You turned your head to see who had thought it prudent to interrupt, only to find Joey, Julie, and Susie standing together and grinning at the little show you and Frank were putting on. You would have bet money that Joey was the whistler.
You rolled off of Frank and pushed yourself to stand, brushing the remaining snow off of your clothes as you went. “Alright, show’s over.”
A chorus of snickers erupted, but the trio meandered back inside. You turned and offered a hand to Frank, “We should go back inside too.”
He took your proffered hand and allowed you to assist in pulling him to his feet. “Fine, but you’re going to have to help me warm up,” he insisted with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes but smiled, not releasing his hand as you pulled him back towards the lodge.
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Okay so i'v been throwing mean shit at my self because i'm fat so can if you don't mind could I have Micheal and Frank with a s/o who chubby doesn't like there body and is afraid to be pick up because she thinks she really heavy also who kinda short UwU Love your writing
Thank you sm! I appreciate your kind words. ✨
Michael Myers
He doesn’t mind your weight at all! Although he would never admit or say it out loud (for obvious reasons), he finds you adorable and wants to protect you at all costs. Although the latter is more because he thinks he owns you; not because he is capable of actually loving you.
Michael definitely has zero issues picking you up. This man has a sort of inhuman strength that you can’t explain to yourself. So you do not have to worry about being too heavy! Be prepared to get thrown over his shoulder, whether you want it or not.
He likes that you’re much shorter than him; it makes him feel all the more powerful and strong. And since he is attracted to your vulnerability, your height adds to it.
Frank Morrison (The Legion)
Honestly, he didn’t care to begin with! Especially because you’re shorter than him, and Frank isn’t exactly the tallest guy around. It’s a perfect match.
Since Frank’s strength is boosted by The Entity, you don’t have to fear to be too heavy for him to carry. He carried men such as David King before; you won’t cause any trouble for him!
Frank hates when you bring yourself down due to your weight. Expect him to constantly complain about it and sometimes even shower you with compliments about your appearance, trying to make you feel good in his own way.
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Okay but imagine Joey knows Spanish really well, like I imagine Joey as biracial and half Hispanic, and his s/o speaks Spanish, they dirty talk him and shower him with compliments all the time thinking he doesn’t understand until he claps 👏🏼 back 👏🏼 with some cute compliments or saucy talk of his own!
oh hell fucking y e s!! As a hispanic myself but not fluent in spanish, I absolutely love this shit its *chefs kiss* I don't do nsfw but I will do suggestive solely BC I'm a slut for Joey content!
Idk if this was a request but it IS NOW!!
Joey with a S/O who knows spanish like he does!:
Joey doesn't have the heart to til you that he knows exactly what you've been saying since you two started dating.
He kinda just assumed you knew he was hispanic but clearly you didn't.
He chuckles every time you compliment him to his face or say something dirty to him under your breath.
A few common things you say:
Compliments: "¡Eres tan guapo!" "¡Mira a mi hombre guapo!" "Dios, ¿cómo tuve tanta suerte?"
Dirty: "Quiero resgar apagado toda su ropa." "Por favor divideme." "tu polla es tan grande, por favor, follame!"
NOW IMAGINE HIM ACTUALLY CLAPPING BACK!!!!
"Príncipe / princesa, ¿cuándo y dónde quieres que te folle?" "YOU FUCKING KNEW SPANISH THIS ENTIRE TIME?" "Yep, waited for you to find out."
On a Purer note!
Please imagine y'all have full conversations in spanish around others, everyone's so fucking annoyed.
Frank: pl,,ease, please can you speak normally??
You and Joey: No, no creo que lo haremos
Frank crying: I HATE Y'ALL.
He loves, loves,LOVES giving you petnames and receiving them.
Will absolutely only acknowledge you by said nickname, what's your real name? Who the fuck knows anymore at this point.
He calls you different variations of baby all the time!!!! Fuck!!!
I can genuinely go about this forever but I feel this is a good stopping point!
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Michael Myers & Sweets
* Ice cream , cookies , cake , candy and that sugar cereal you love? - all gone.
* It’s no secret michael loves sweets and will stop at nothing to get or steal them, Michael probably has a stash of all his favorite candy (won’t tell you where , that’s how greedy he is)
*Michael is a pleaser for meals but he wants dessert always room for it and will take the whole thing. Halloween candy in a big pillow cover? yes…but it belongs to him now.
* depends on his mood but be happy to get at least a sweet treat or something sweet from him. It maybe something that he doesn’t like or want anymore.
* Don’t even try to ask or look for the sweets or even ask about what happen to that cake or cookies you made for family , friends or a event. Michael will play dumb about it but in reality he ate it or is hiding it for later.
* Getting Michael to do anything will require rewards (candy) or he’s end of the bargain by that meaning he’s going to have a list of what he wants.
* Beware of his shadow , listen close to his walking and or surroundings , Michael will appear and if you have anything sweet be ready to have it taken , michael will give a glare at you. If you try to do something about it.
* In conclusion , you can’t have sweets around him or see him appear out of nowhere to find you with candy or having that ice cream you plan to enjoy for that day. safe bet is work or when he leaves the house (be sure to cover your tracks).
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With his claws out for a feast
Mads Mikkelsen as Hannibal Lecter, Digestivo (S3E07)
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A bird explaining to a hedgehog crossing so it doesn’t die.
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how abooout how the bros relieve stress [y'know, SEXUALLY kekekekek] like who gets rough, who uses what or does what to their s/o to get that beautiful, beautiful rage outta their system? ♬so you had a bad daaaaaay, you go to pound town, you get dicked down real good just to turn it aroooound.♪
Hope you enjoy boo 💛
- LV
Noctis: On days when Noctis is feeling angry and helpless he gives himself over to your capable hands, letting you use him as you like. He loves to roleplay scenarios that put him at your mercy. If his partner is a sadist then so much the better, but all he really needs is to know is that control is in someone else’s hands. He loves to be punished and degraded, whether it’s corporal punishment or forcing him to do menial tasks nude, crawling on his hands and knees. When he’s finally proven himself worthy of your love, take him any way you like and watch the tears stream down his cheeks when he cums. As the prince there’s so many things being asked of him all the time, and letting you hold the reins for a short while lifts that burden from his shoulders, however briefly.
Prompto: Prompto is normally up for whatever you want—he’s just so happy to be with you. But on days when he’s stressed, he becomes far less shy, taking what he wants instead of sweetly asking for it with hot kisses and soft touches. He likes to see how loud he can get you, even as he’s putting his hand over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow. He prefers positions where he can’t see your eyes so he can just focus on the act itself, tossing you around and railing into you with a primal strength he so rarely displays otherwise. Prompto is much, much stronger than he looks, and it’s in these moments that you realize just how much he holds back with you. He will push you until you are overstimulated and shaking, a mess in his arms. When it’s all over he’s back to his gentle self, holding you close and kissing your forehead and thanking you for being his.
Ignis: Ignis is the opposite of Noctis (so if you ship these two they make quite a pair, lol). When things become overwhelming, he needs to be reminded of his control over something… and that something is you. You can tell immediately when he comes home that it’s been one of THOSE days. Ask him if there’s anything you can do to help, ‘sir’, and watch the change in his posture. He’ll snap out an order immediately, already feeling more sure of himself and his place in the world. He loves to see you on your knees in front of him, drawing the stress out of his body with your mouth. His touch is greedy and commanding, but when he’s finished he softens, returning the favor and letting you have him however you want him.
Gladio: As far as stress relief goes, Gladio is a masochist through and through. He normally prefers to be the one in control, but when the stress overwhelms him he likes you to lead, asking you to push his body to its limits. For partners who don’t shy away from such things, he’ll try just about anything—a whip, riding crop, flogger, knives… for partners who are more timid in this area he favors things like wax play and biting. He loves to look at himself in the mirror after and see his tanned skin covered in bites and bruises. Gladio is a powerful man, but he prefers to turn that rage in on himself when things get bad—so you have to watch him carefully to make sure he uses his safe word when he needs it. When the dust settles he’s your gentle giant again, opening his arms to hold you close. Cover his face with kisses and let him feel your heart beating against his chest.
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Know that I am there, and that I watch over you always.
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My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)
Characters: Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader
Universe: DC, Batman
Warnings: Poor Mental Health, mentions of meltdowns, abuse and bodily harm
Request: Inspired by Jon’s request, as I don’t see a lot of Scarecrow fics or imagines out there, could you perhaps do one where the reader is a patient is a patient at arkham asylum and Crane is her overseeing physician, and she’s kept in really bad conditions, and is mistreated by her guards, so he either tries to break her out of the Asylum, or he starts plotting to get her out (that part is up to you :)) It’d be really appreciated. X
When Crane got assigned to a new patient, he didn’t think much of it at first. All he had to do was have an appointment with you once a week at least and come in if you ever called on him, but most of his patients didn’t want to see him anyway. He was in charge of treating you with medication and tending to your injuries, and usually for him it was writing some names and numbers onto a paper and calling it a day, but he quickly learned you were different.
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