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THROWING THIS DOODLE AT YOU WITH AGGRESSIVE AFFECTION!!
Wanted to render it but ran out of time :') BUT PLEASE KNOW!! Your Rat son au is my Roman empire. I think about it at LEAST once a week, like the designs and concepts and characterization and UGH EVERYTHING!! ITS ALL SO GOOD!! AND UR STYLE?? IM FOREVER CONSUMING IT!!! Literally peek nostalgia, comfort, even thru the angst its just so perfect im-
and- and splinter just bring me so much joy. Hes so goofy and soft and I sob every time I see him, imagine getting like the most gentle and affirming hug- I would cry immediately.
AHHHH!! ANYWAY STAY AMAZING ZACH!! :D <33333
TRIONA
TRIONA. TRIONA I AM SHAKING.
OH MY GOD???? LIKE OH???? MY GOD??????? THOSE ARE MY BABY SONS OH MY GOD THEY ARE GORGEOUS AND COZY PERFECT AMAZING I AM FULLY EMOTIONAL
LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THEMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHH I CANT STOP STARING AT THEM BUT ALSO HAVE TO LOOK AWAY BECAUSE I AM LITERALLY TEARING UP?????
I LOVE THAT U CAN TELL A STORY FROM JUST THEIR POSES AND POSITIONS LIKE MIKEY DEF CAME OVER TO PESTER DONNIE AND FELL ASLEEP ON HIS LAP SO DONNIE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO STAY AND NAP TOO (cause its illegal to disrupt little brothers sleeping in ur laps of course, same rule as cats) AND THEN LEO WANDERED IN AND PROBABLY SMILED THAT AFFECTIONATE BIG BROTHER SMILE BEFORE CURLING UP BESIDE THEM THEN RAPH CAME A LIL BIT LATER WONDERING WHERE EVERYONE WAS AND AFFECTIONATELY CALLED THEM A BUNCH OF BOZOS BEFORE TAKING A SEAT WITH THEM (in a semi blind spot too the protective little baby) AND HE DIDNT MEAN TO FALL ASLEEP BUT IT WAS JUST TOO COZY AND AHHH
UGH AND THEN OLD MAN SPLINTER COMES TO CHECK ON THEM AND THOSE ARE HIS BABIES HIS LITTLE BOYS I AM SOBBING TRIONA I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH I AM BEYOND WORDS
#LEO IN HIS MASK MAKES ME THINK HE WAS PROLLY TRAINING OR SUCH#he def wears it the most while off mission out of all the boys#mikey forgets it even on missions sometimes lol#UGH I KEEP GETTING CAUGHT ON SPLINTERS SMILE AND HAVING TO STOP AN CRY A MIN /EXTREMELY POS#YOU CAPTURED SPLINTERS GENTLE AND SILLY AND TENDER OLD PAPA VIBES SO PERFECTLY TOO I PHYSICALLY CANNOT COPE#also something about leos pose just makes me so 🤲🥺#my tiny baby son#TRIONA I WILL NOT RECOVER FROM THIS /POS#BYE EVERYONE MY SCHEDULE HAS JUST BEEN OVERTAKEN BY 'UNYEILDING POSITIVE SOBBING' FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL CALANDER YEARS#OBSESSED IM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED YOU DONT UNDERSTAND#FAVE#IMMA HOARD THIS FOR FUCKING EVER#rat sons fanart#ask reply#fandom friends#'unrendered' she says 'DOODLE' SHE SAYS#THEN HANDS U A PIECE WITH FLAWLESS LINEWORK AND GORGEOUS SO SO COZY LIGHT#ALSO I AM HONORED TO BE UR ROMAN EMPIRE LOL#HUGGING U SO HARD <333 THANK YOU FOR DRAWING MY SONS TRIONA#BUT I HOPE U KNOW THIS MEANS WAR /J
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ATTENTION — K.TH
★Pairing: kim Taehyung + f!reader
★Genre: smut
★: exes , kinda toxic ig , bigdickdom!tae , choking, slight exhibitionism , reader is lowkey bipolar , angry sex/make up sex (they just went through a breakup) , mirror sex , oral, slapping, creampie , unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!) name calling, degradation, kth is kinda mean — lmk if i missed any! ^^
★W/C: 2,435
A/N: HIIIIIIII!!!!!! so yes another kth fic :’) its been a while so that’s justified! This is actually one of my first fics i ever wrote nd i found it rotting in my notes so i decided to tweak it up and post :3 (the og was shit.) will finally be able to post more often <3 anyways enjoy! Hope you like itttt
☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★
Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded club. It was a huge party, hosted by one of your closest friend. There were people dancing, drinking, and giving men lap dances. It was a wild one!
You were dancing hard with your girlfriends. Those few shots you took finally hit you.
You were approached by your friend, while having the time of your life "Hey, bae, there is someone you might like to see.." You stopped and focused on what she was saying "Who?" You inquired. She pointed out a man sitting in one of the booths. He was talking to another familiar man and didn't seem to notice you. You stood there, staring at the man in a suit with a few of his buttons undone. You were, honestly, in disbelief. This day is truly one for the history books.
"Taehyung..." You stood there wide-eyed. "Hell yeah, girly, I invited him for you and you only," she said with a smug smirk. "Go on, bae, get your tiger!" She nudged. "I-i-" you stammered. "come onnn ,, stop being a fucking pussy and go talk to him!!" She started shoving you in his direction. You stayed put, not letting her push you more. "Dude, for god's sake! It's going to be so awkward!" You turned around to face your clearly drunk friend. "Bitch, you were the one that was venting to me about how you wanted to see him almost every day since you broke up!" She countered. What she said was right. You were venting to her every day, nonstop, from the day you broke it off with him. "I-I had confidence that time..! But I don't think i will be able to show that same confidence .." Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "PUSSY!" She shouted in your face. You both giggled it off before she spoke up. "Well if you are not comfortable yet, then it's fine. I heard that he already has a new girlfrien-" "what?" Your ears perked up. "Wdym what? Did you not hear? Apparently he is fucking that hot chick , aeri from back then; she had approached him two days after you broke up, and they have been dating ever since." You look back at the man clad in a blue suit with a white button up underneath before letting out an angry scoff, "What a bastard..."
"Its time to get that bastard back into your life," your friend winked at you.
"Heeeyyyy, Taehyung! How is the party going for you?" Your friend approached him, stumbling slightly. "It's going well! I'm having so much fun!" Taehyung said it with excitement. "Ouu, I'm glad to hear! Ykw, do you want to join us on the dance floor?" Your friend batted her eyelashes at him, baiting him into joining her. "haha imma pass!" " Cooommeee oooonnnn, it’s going to be fun, Taehyung" she begged for him to join her, and he eventually did after much persuasion. He joined the dance floor and was quickly hoarded by hot girls who definitely wanted to get laid by him. After a moment, his eyes landed on someone he knew. It was you. You were with another man, kissing, hands around his neck, and swaying your hips in a very sultry way. You broke off the kiss and glanced to your side. He was standing there. A woman was holding his face in her hands, trying to get him out of his trance. You could feel the rage that was radiating off of him. You smirked and dragged your mister to the bar. You let him buy you a few drinks before eventually letting him go.
You were drinking your third shot of tequila when he approached you. "It's funny to see you here." You turned around to see the tall figure of Taehyung looking down at you. You almost choked on the alcohol. "It's my best friend's birthday; of course I will be here, dumbass!" You tapped the glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to pour you another. Taehyung walked over to the empty seat next to you. "So what's up?" You inquired while waiting. "Oh, nothing much; Daddy has been pressuring me to start staying stable." You snorted. " 'daddy' PFFFTTT" . Taehyung looked at you blankly. The bartender poured you a glass, and before you could down it all, Taehyung snatched the shot glass, drinking every last bit, and placed it on the counter. "Yeah 'daddy'” "Omg, you are literally so insufferable." You said it dramatically. "Idek how that aeri bitch is even with you," Taehyung shot up. "What aeri?" He said plainly like he had no idea what you were talking about. You looked at him in shock. "You are dating aeri right?" You asked for reassurance. He scoffed it off. " pff- you really think i would date a hoe like aeri? Never in a million years." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. " B-but .. f/n said you guys are fucking around..??" "That is true, though," your face drowned. "Like, we only hooked up once, and you know what? She is not the person she says she is. One of the worst fuckings I have ever done," you giggled. "Who was your best?" You asked him randomly. "You." Your cheeks turned pink almost immediately. You could feel him looking at you. Eyeing your entire body. "You look good today," he complimented you. "Don't I always look good?" You joked. He chuckled, looking down. You both were staring at each other with love and lust. "I miss you" had accidentally slipped your mouth. Curse you for drinking too much! You quickly covered your mouth in disbelief at what just came out. "What?" He looked at you. "Ah ah nothing, nevermind!!" You brushed it off as quickly as you could. He looked at you with his eyebrow quirked up. "Aha i think i gotta go... f/n is calling me haha". There was a slight stutter in your speech. You got up, and before you could leave the bar, he grabbed you by your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you. You were shocked. Your hands were on his chest while he kissed you with passion. "I missed you too, baby.." The bomb dropped. Your mind went blank. "But tae.." "Please, baby, take me back. I promise to change this time. I just really need you. I don't want anyone else." You looked at him with guilt. But this was the same statement he would always give. 'i will change’ 'I will do better' 'take me back'. You were unsure of what to feel. All these months, you missed him, and now?
"Tae you know we can't. You always say this but you never change. Just cut the act off." He let go of your waist. "I miss you, baby. I really do. And im sorry for all-" "shush. I don't want to hear another apology. You are never sorry." As much as you love and miss Taehyung. His personality is the biggest turn off. He had broken your trust multiple times, and whenever you would break up, he would come up with the same shit, and you were there to accept his lame apologies. But not this time. You took some time to think about it, and you came to the conclusion that it was best for you not to take him back.
"Have a goodnight." You said it sternly before turning away. "You are really going to leave me, huh?" Taehyung started following you. "I left you months ago, Taehyung." His gaze went from soft to the familiar, mean one. "You said you missed me!" He pulled you by your arm, turning you back around to face him. "It's for the better! For both of us! You know we are never going to work out!" You countered. "Oh yeah, for the 'better' , I know you will come right back to me. Quit acting, y/n. As soon as my dick enters your desperate cunt, you will be with me once again like the slut you are." His hands went around your waist once again. Mere inches separate you both. Whatever he said was true. You break up. Meet up a few weeks or days later. Fuck, and then back together. The same cycle over and over again. You couldn't get enough of him. “Let’s not play fool again.” He said in a manipulative tone. You were resisting his manipulation, but you gave in. Your lips smashed into his aggressively. He chuckled at your instinct. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought." He said it in between the kiss.
He rushed you into the club washroom and locked the door. There was absolute rage radiating off of you guys. Kissing harshly and not letting each other go. He made you sit on the counter and grabbed you by your jaw, breaking the intense kiss. Your lips were already swollen. "How many dicks have been in this cunt?" He said,tauntingly. You looked at him with your drunken eyes. "I will make sure no one gets this. It's mine. Got it?" You nodded. He let go of your jaw and dropped to his knees. He spread your legs open and started touching your wet pussy. His fingers circled your clothed entrance. A sticky mixture of your arousal coated his fingertips. "Always wet for me. Goodgirl." he grabbed you by your waist before smashing his face into your heat and started eating you out with your lace panties on. The pleasure was too much. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He was so good at eating you out to the point that it's enough to come undone.
You tugged on his black locks. Eyes swelling up with tears and drool already dripping down from the sides of your mouth. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. “So good.. so fucking good…” he nudged his face closer into your sex. Breathing in your arousal. Your thighs clamped around his head, and let out a choked-out moan as he bit down on your poor clit. “T-tae..! ‘S too much!!” Taehyung found pleasure in your pleas and cries. He pulled away and stared up at you. His chin glistened with his spit and your juices, running down his neck.
He got up and was quick to capture your lips in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the inside of your mouth, and you could taste yourself. Large hands pushed your dress further up your body; a loud snap was heard as he ripped your thin panties. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your throbbing clit. You gasped for air as he flicked your nub. Your hands roamed all over his body, helping him take off his Celine suit jacket. Your hands went lower before you stopped at his belt buckle. “Put it in already… please … “ you mumbled into the kiss. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle; his lips traveled down your neck. You felt something prod into your sopping hole. His large tip slipped through your folds easily. You gasp as he pushes himself further into you. His hands tightly held onto your hips as he eased his way into your gummy walls. He hunched over after he fully pushed himself into you. Your cunny clenched around his big length as he started thrusting. Heavy breaths getting louder with each increase in pace. “Gon’ fuck you so good..the entire club will hear us.”
-fwap! Fwap! fwap!- loud sounds of your ass slapping against his hips echoed through the restroom. Taehyung had you facing the mirror. A hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head back. “See how well you take my cock..! Haah- so fucking good. Pussy sucking me in so good.” He whispered in your ear before biting it. “Ngh- fuck Taehyung feels so g-good…!” You held onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Taehyung pounded into you from behind. Your makeup ran down your face as his thrusts had you tearing up and seeing stars. “Mmm.. haa-“ slap. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I fuck you. Understand?” You nodded at his words. Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and your head felt heavy. “Words, doll.” He grabbed your jaws and brought his face closer to yours, making you look at him as he continued giving you harsh thrusts. Your body jerking forward at each. The hand on your clit pinching the sensitive nub “ngh- fuck! I u-understand…” a devilish smirk formed on his perfect face. He was fucking you into tomorrow. His long, thick dick abused your soft plush walls over and over again. Red angry tip bruising your cervix. Your cream coated his entire length, and your arousal ran down his balls and your thighs. “Gonna c-cum.. tae- gon’-“ His fingers worked on your clit quickly. Tugging, pinching, and drawing rough circles all to help you reach your high. “Cum all over me.. doll.” And with that, you gushed around his length. “Fuck!!” Spurts of your cum spilled from the sides of your abused hole. Taehyung continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Do you want my cum inside you- haaah… fuck doll squeezing me so good..!” He got cut off as you spasmed around him. You nod weakly at his words. Picking your head up to look at him through the mirror, He brought his face closer to your ears. “Say it. Say you want my cum in you.” He growled in your ears. Your eyes filled up with tears. “I wan’ it…” “Want what? I want to hear you say it.” You bite down on your lip as you feel his fingers draw rough circles on your overstimulated clit again. “ i wan’ -ngh- i want your cum.. Taehyung. i wan’ your cum in me… please.” Your voice was feeble. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction. “Goodgirl. I like it when you beg.” His hips quickly gained their pace and had you once again feeling full. You let out a choked out scream as you felt Taehyung fill you up. Taehyung moaned loudly as his balls drained all the cum into your plush walls. He dropped his head in between your neck and shoulders as he slowly came down from his high. Leaving soft, wet kisses on the spot.
He lifted his head up and looked at you before smiling. His hands caressed your red ass. He pulled out, and a stream of yours and his mixed arousal dripped down your thighs. ��You're gonna stay with me forever.”
A/N: thank you for reading! I will be writing inboxes so make sure to send in :3 🎀
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So dragons. But imma put my own weirdass lil twist on it.
A dragon's hoard is VERY important to them. Not because of its material value, but because all of the gems and precious metals that are accumulated within are the physical representation of closeness. Small kisses and quick embraces shed tiny pearls that can be gathered and strung. More passionate younger wrestling has the dragon's lover pulling silver and gold from their mouth afterward. And sex settles beautiful gems within the body of their lover which are passed (with great pleasure) like beads or oni eggs.
Dream has only a small hoard, but one that he is fiercely protective of. So when dashing thief Hob comes and makes off with a piece of it, he chases him down intending to punish him for stealing a precious memory. But when he closes in there's something that makes him pause, and he decides that perhaps instead he should bring Hob back to his hoard to replace the riches he stole, and then some.
This is such a concept omfg??? Like FUCK yeah make Hob into a little treasure manufacturing slut by fucking him constantly, Dream!!! He deserves it!!!
If Hob is initially terrified, well that soon wears off. He's spread out in Dream’s lair with his legs shackled far apart, and Dream is gently leaning over him, encouraging him to open his mouth. A gold chain as long as his forearm drops into Dream’s palm and Hob keens softly, arching his back in a wanton display of his body. He's only just cum, only just been fucked senseless by Dream’s massive cock, but he obviously wants more.
And so Dream licks his cum out of Hob’s body until the poor thief shudders through another orgasm. When he opens his mouth this time, there's a huge ruby resting on his tongue. He looks close to passing out and his cock can't recover again, but he still demands that Dream fill him up again. He wraps his arms around Dream, and makes a promise - the jewels he makes for Dream will be the finest and largest he's ever had. They will outshine the rest of his hoard. Hob will make Dream the richest dragon in the land, and he'll enjoy every second of it...
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Okay hear me out, alright? Okay? You with me? You ready to pick up what I'm about to drop?
So Diavolo is like a Dragon, right? All demons in Obey Me seem to have like a motif animal right?
And Diavolo seems to be a Dragon as far as I can tell and even if it's not LETME HAVE THIS
So dragons are notorious for hoarding treasure and Diavolo has on one occasion said he would like to keep the Mc, us, all to himself and keep us locked away like if we were apart of his treasure hoarde right?
Well ya know how Mammon's fanon nickname for us, the Mc, is treasure?
What if someone else called Mammon Treasure instead???
Hmm??
What if, say, one day after the brothers had fallen and Mammon went and found Diavolo's treasure hoarde and started putting on like beautiful pearl necklaces and gold rings and other jewelry to take with him to sell for cash when he gets caught.
Mammon thinks "aw man I've screwed up he's gonna kill me!" He's terrified!
But Diavolo merely grabs Mammon by his upper arm and tugs him along to a secret room that holds the other crown, ya know, not the king's but whomsoever is his LOVER??????!!!
Right?!?!?!?!?
And he closes and locks the door, Mammon is ready to shit his pants, and Diavolo walks over, carefully picks up the crown and sets it atop Mammon's head, fitting him perfectly.
"If a treasure such as yourself wishes to bask in my hoarde, you must only agree to wear this crown with pride at my side."
Like?!?!??!!?
Anybody else just fucking!!!!!
Like???
Can't think properly outside of this right?? Like?!?!?!? Imma lose my shit over this!!!!
Just Mammon, the sweetest of short kings, sitting in Diavolo's lap, both wearing their crowns as Diavolo coos at the greatest treasure he will ever lay his hands on and Mammon would be eatin that UP
Like tell me all the sweet words of affirmation and Diavolo spending so much money on Mammon and dressing him up and showing him off would not be just so good for Mammon's self-esteem!!!!
I kinda wanna make a fic about it!
#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me shall we date#om! mammon#obey me mammon hcs#mammon obey me#lord diavolo#diavolo#obey me diavolo#diavolo obey me#om! diavolo#diavolo x mammon#mammoney#obey me otome
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Man if we are talking about bad takes I have one for you: this whole eat the rich movement
And you know why? People can't discern who the rich are!! Like they are coming after doctors and lawyers and artists, people who made their money working, instead of focusing in the people who made their money by exploiting people like businessmen which is the whole point and my god people are goddamn stupid like the whole point of eating the rich was to go against exploitation "boss makes a dollar I make a dime" and like thats 99% of rich people yet Tumblr users see a doctor with a vacation house and lose it completely like my dude having money is not the problem, the problem is when people have money because they took it from you!! Anyways the whole thing has become such a joke and if I see one more person talking about celebrities when they say eat the rich imma legit lose it because taylor swift might be rich but she's rich bc you bought her stuff my guy not because she made you work and took about all of your profit
So yeah a lot of bad takes on this site that come from good places but have zero critical thinking behind it
people not being able to identify the Actual Rich terrifies me. like, they do realise that they're reinventing the concept of kulaks, right?
to an extent, I can get the idea of people being pissed off at very rich doctors in countries like America, where the healthcare system is there for profit. that's exploitative and fucked up, and while I understand that not all doctors are in it for the money, granted some of them are and they are using an exploitative system to get it -- but the real issue there is the healthcare system, rather than individual doctors. (in the UK, the idea of a rich healthcare professional is actually laughable, unless they're a private practise, which isn't as loaded here as you choose to go private and pay money; if you don't, you still have access to healthcare.)
as for everything else, especially when it comes to the arts... shit, man. it worries me, how so many people on this website will wax poetic about how art is worth so much, and artists are angels, etc, but boy howdy they sure don't want to pay artists. people are out there thinking the price of a book is exploitative because it prices out poorer people, without considering the fact that the whole £8.99 doesn't go to the author's pocket -- it pays the author, and everyone who marketed the book, and who edited it, and who did the art for the cover, and who bound the book, and who organised its distribution, etc. it's the same with singers, or movie stars, as well as fundamentally forgetting the fact that you consensually part with your money in order to have something you enjoy. it's not the same as having your wages literally stolen from you by a billionaire.
generally speaking, these people make their money because they're good at something. enough people think that Taylor Swift is good that they've bought her songs and made her rich. enough people like Stephen King's books that they've bought them and made him rich. movie stars are rich because they make good movies and people want to see them. they work. and none of these jobs are easy! they're hard fucking work, and a lot of people are involved in the finished product and they all need to be paid. super-rich billionaires and multi-millionaires, who hoard wealth and underpay employees and cut corners, are usually only talented at making money, and this is because they're despicable human beings. they also have more wealth than they could ever use even in a dozen lifetimes, and they remove it completely from the economy, and they use its influence to seek power and undercut laws and generally make the world a worse place, and they're in a whole different league. the kind of wealth we're seeing right now is supervillain levels of rich.
when there's issues like that, I really don't give a shit if someone who did 12 years of college and residency and who's worked 12 hour days minimum for 25 years has a vacation house. we'll discuss the ethics of multiple houses in a housing crisis when we've dealt with the bigger problems, like the multi-billionaire born to a blood emerald empire hoarding insane amounts of cash and contributing precisely nothing to society, for example. a large chunk of society's problems could be solved or at least on their way to being improved if we didn't have hoarding billionaires and starvation wages.
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Omg! Merry Buckmas to you! Merry Buckmas to us!!! This is just amazing! Everything looks incredible I don't know where to begin! Thank you so much for doing this ☃️❄️🎁🎄
nonnie, I swear to fuck, I’m gonna reach through this screen and smother you in a hug. I really am. I hope you’re prepared to have a fiery red-headed ball of Aussie fury coming at you.
this was… this was the best thing I could have ever gotten in my inbox 😭
I worked so fucking hard for this. I really did, well above any other events this year, and to read this? I can’t express how much it means to me.
you are a treasure and imma hoard you. you’re one of my favourite chaos kittens, whoever you may be — thank you, thank you so fucking much 🥹
I am now off to catch some much needed sleep with the biggest smile on my face thanks to you. I just wanted you to know. 🥹
#rookthorne responds#Hall of Fame#sweet nonnie#you have my heart#I’d say soul but I don’t have one#I sacrificed it to the writing gods#imma shut up now before tired me says something fucking stupid 🤣#I LOVE YOU NONNIE
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Hey, if you still do reacts, could you do a react for the fnv companions reacting to a courier that's a wraith?
Hey! Sorry I'm just now getting around to this, I still do reacts I promise lmao. So when I first read your ask I was envisioning more of a grim reaper type specter scythe and all, but I think I'm gonna settle for the cloaked ghost definition to play it safe. Also wrote this as their fist meeting because that made the most sense to me, but if thats not what you meant feel free to correct me and I'll re-write it!
Arcade
"I...... Umm... can I help you, or, uh....?"
He has no idea what's happening... he's seen some really sick people before, but this? He'd think they were just insanely malnourished at first but once it became apparent that they were a supernatural entity, that would um.... that would change things... He'd begin reading weird books that go beyond pseudo-science and leans way closer to magical madness to try and understand what the hell was happening. safe to say this is way out of his leage
Benny
"What in the goddamn.....Jesus pal, Look I know I shouldn't have wasted ya back at goodsprings, but I didn't think you'd have the moxie to come on a floatin' your way back here to haunt little old me! Look I get it we got beef, but you put the bump on me here it'll get all kinds of awkward in the afterlife, ya dig?"
He treats it pretty much the same way he would treat meeting any old courier the first time.... like he's seen a ghost, except this time he has so there's that.
Boone
"What the hell?"
He'd think his past had finally come for him... he'd always thought karma would send an over ambitious legionairy, or a well placed bullet, not some sort of ghosts but here they were or so hw thought. Once he realized they weren't here to kill him he'd be confused if not a bit disappointing, but he'd chose to follow this symbol of death if for not for the sheer hell of it and also to see the look on any legion bastards face who see them.
Cass
"Jesus you're one ugly fucker...."
good ol cass is nothing if not simple and straight to the point.... but seriously though what the fuck is sher looking at? Whiskey better not have been laced with something or else heads are gonna roll
Raul
"Imma be honest here, I've been around a while, and I've seen a lot, but this is a first for me.... sorry if I'm at a loss for words .... just awed by you're remarkable beauty boss"
Hes sarcastic as ever. When you get to be as old as raul you learn it's better not to question things and just take em as they come... for your sanity's sake that is.
Veronica
"Woah.... Where the hell have you been, and how do I make sure to never go there....like ever?
What exactly is she seeing? She's heard about a lot of strange and unusual mutations from the brotherhood scribes, but this one was definitely a first for her.... and hopefully a last as well.
Vulpes
"Don't worry I won't have you lashed to a cross.... *disgusted tone* and not just because that's not an option in your case....it useful you happened by"
Pretty much the exact same except he's slightly confused, but given that his last witness just ran into a hoard of radscorpions... his options were slim... so the spector would have to do....
#fallout#fallout new vegas#fallout nv#fonv#arcade fnv#arcade israel gannon#fallout arcade#fnv benny#fallout benny#benny gecko#fallout boone#craig boone#boone fonv#cass fonv#rose of sharon cassidy#fnv veronica#veronica santangelo#raul tejada#vulpes fonv#vulpes inculta
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#Imma rant here because I'm sad as fuck right now so just ignore me but oh God oh fuck#I truly have nothing going on for me uh#One friend cancels on me and therefore her being my only friend now my whole day is ruined#Why no one else wants to hang out with me? I know I suck but I know some questionable beings that still manage to have friends#Why is this something I can't have? I don't like being off work because it makes me realize how fucking lonely I am#I truly don't do anything I'm boring as fuck I can't even enjoy watching shows anymore#I don't talk to anybody and my only friends are my boyfriend and two other people and that's fucking it lmao I'm so fucking done#I feel so disgusting everything feel so wrong about me lately I don't know what's going on again but I'm so tired of existing#Of the way my skin feels on my body and how nothing feels right on me and how I can feel the fat on my checks and my chubby arms idk#But in the end even if I didn't feel ugly as fuck nothing would be better anyway because deep down I'm the problem#Not sure what problem but there is one definetly maybe my bare existence is idk should've jumped out my fucking window back in 2019#I just don't want to exist anymore I am so exhausted and I don't like being alone if I'm not working then what am I doing?#Cleaning my apartment? Organizing the fridge again? Painting my nails for the 10th time? I am so exhausted of living with myself but I cant#I can't do anything else I just wish I didn't feel alone#And my bf is on his games all day and he has his own friends and a bunch of people he talks to but I don't have anything he will never#Truly get my pain of feeling isolated and desperately not wanting to be#But in the end all the friends I've ever made go away so fast they get tired of me or they hurt me or I hurt them or everything at once#It's not fair I try so hard but I just can't feel good my only source of happiness seems to be busy at work doing whatever and receiving#Money for it even if it's shitty money I feel so bad about it I don't want to live like this and repeat the workaholic pattern of my dad#But God good it seems that's the only way now I can't even properly enjoy my money anymore I just hoard it and spend it on other people#Because they make me feel bad about having money but it's my hard work that got it#It doesn't even matter I Dont get to enjoy anything#I just want to die again I am exhausted#This is my last year of university and that makes me feel so insecure too#I want to cry for days on end
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The boys with Autistic! MC! part two ! SFW
(Bc I’m self indulgent and like 5 ppl wanted it so yesyesyes)
(Had my first proper spoonie day in a while today so imma finish this after what 4 months? Whoopsie. Sorry if any of the points overlap I’ve not re read my last post, please shoot me an ask if you want anything clarified/expanded on !)
Lucifer:
Has to stop his brothers from constantly bothering you when you’re overwhelmed (they’re just worried)
You very quickly learn his office is the safest place to be when overwhelmed due to the dim lighting and the brother deterring curse on his doorway
He has a record player and SO much classical music for when you need background noise
This leads to impromptu slow dancing when you insist he needs a break and there’s music playing
If you have your own records, the *smoother ones will end up mixed in with his
*smoother as in less staccato /distracting because he is most likely working
Very much enjoys spending time in silence with you, he finds it comfortng to just exist with someone without having anything needed of him
Especially if you’re both doing your own thing, like you just being in the room with him (playing a game or reading or smthn) while he does his paperwork is so soothing to him
Mammon:
Have you seen his horns? They’re so smooth and shinyyy, a+++ stimming material
He loves head pats so he’ll willingly put his head in your lap when you watch movies
he’s very proud of his demon form but also kind of shy so it’ll take some coaxing to get him to let you touch his horns but when he sees how content it makes you? It’s his new favourite hobby letting you play with his hair and horns during movies
(That said they’re very sensitive (like him) so be gentle)
He WILL adopt your love language and mannerisms:
if you bump people he will start knocking into you constantly, (wrists, hips, shoulders, head, any and all on random repeat)
if you like to collect and give things to people he will a. Hoard them in a little shrine (that he Denys. having) and b. Start looking for things he can give you back
If you rub textures you like you’ll find him stroking your arms/face/jumper right back (sometimes with his face, but only ever in private because he feels vulnerable using such a soft form of affection)
Levithian:
You cannot tell me this man isn’t autistic
Communication is SO! EASY!
Then even If you don’t understand you can just ask. You can just ask and he’ll tell you. None of this ‘figure it out yourself’ nt bullshit
Our baby has anxiety anyway so he’s probably ‘over’ explained it before you can say anything
(Over explained in the sense of nt, personally I love it when ppl get really detailed)
In that case he gets embarrassed about how much he’s talking so it’s your turn to reassure him that he’s not boring you
The solace you get in realising you like all of his autistic traits soothes your own insecurities
That being said your anxiety (if you have it) is matchy matchy so don’t expect him to talk to the cashier for you
He’s very chill with you being non verbal because either he’s absorbed in his own game/anime/show or it means there’s more room for him to talk about his interests
That being said if your special interests/ hyperfixations don’t line up on any given day? The bickering over who’s turn it is to infodump gets intense (this is the one source of all your arguments)
All the other brothers are kind of terrified/jealous of your relationship, especially when they see you talking about a shared special interest because you talk rapid fire and very in-depth. to them it’s almost like you’re talking in code or another language because they know all the individual words but what the everloving fuck are you on about
Asmodeus:
Has specific outfits he wears when he wants you to hug him (which is always). They’re made out of the softest material, or any clothing of his you’ve expressed a texture interest in.
Finds it so amusing when you come rushing over to rub your face against his chest bc mmmmm softsoftsoft
Likes to text you in the morning to see how you’re feeling (and how sensory sensitive you are because god forbid his outfit with chains and jangles stops him from seeing you)
Understands better than Anyone that affection and love can be shown in a whole barrage of ways not just physically
Figures out how you show affection faster than any of the other brothers
Immediately starts reciprocating it (partly bc he’s selfishly trying to make you love him most)
Satan:
Will learn about your special interests so he can engage you on the topic
Is the ONLY person in the house you can talk about any special interest with, no matter how niche because he loves learning (although he does prefer the *academic* side of them rather than pop culture but he will listen to both)
*academic* as in something involving learning about something or crafting or *how* to do something, not just like, maths
You’re pretty much the only person who can keep up with him in terms of knowledge and enthusiasm (even if it’s only for very specific things) and thus you become the person he talks to about his interests
Originally kind of annoyed by how absentminded you are (because you forget several dates) but once you get settled into a routine he starts to find it cute how habitual you are, and then realises it could work to his advantage.
He then schedules a date into your weekly routine (or biweekly depending on your energy levels) so you start to get upset if it’s missed bc it’s part of your routine. (Satan is ridiculously smart and is very much willing to manipulate your routine to his (and yours) advantage, he is a demon after all)
Beelzebub:
Gives the best squishes. He’s just so big he can literally envelope you (in other news he is terrified of hurting you so he’s very nervous at first, he’s used to huggin ppl very gently bc he is a muscle mountain)
Maybe don’t use chew stims around him (unless he’s eating) because seeing you use them will either make him hungry, or he’ll ask to see it and oops it’s been swallowed hope you didn’t want that back (he’s very apologetic he really didn’t mean to but it was in his mouth and chewed before he could think)
Literally the kindest man in the universe, if you have issues with shame or *guilt* (especially if it creeps outta nowhere or it relates to not being able to do something) he will a. Reassure you and give you cuddles until you feel okay (or one on one bonding time if you’re too touch sensitive) then b. Go help with whatever task was too much so you don’t have to worry
Belphagor:
Have I mentioned the stuffies? This boy definitely has a stash of soft toys that all have names and personalities. This originally stemmed from the fact he was locked alone in an attic for a year, he needed some form of company or he was gonna go crazy, and sleeping alone is meh in his opinion. But then he became attached and after you showed him yours? And you weren’t ashamed of your teddy bears or how much you loved them he confided in you about his. (And you had a tea party)
Problems sleeping ? (Me too bud it’s 3.44 am lol) nonononno baby boy has got you, just snuggle up to him and you’ll be snoozing in no time (I HC that being around belphagor just makes you a little sleepy and the longer you’re there the stronger the urge to sleep gets)
You’re at rad (or out in public and can’t leave) and get overstimmed? Belphie has got you! He keeps sunglasses on him so he can secretly sleep when he’s not supposed to. Also (imo) he’s the king of hoodies, both his main outfits have a hood (and you can’t convince me he doesn’t wear one of them over his uniform as soon as lucifer dips), my boy will slip his hoodie on you and wrap you in a hug to get you away from the noise/sights
(I am now too tired to write anymore, hope yall enjoyed!)
#obey me#obey me hcs#obey me autistic mc#autistic mc#mammon hc#belphagor hc#lucifer hc#asmodeus hc#satan HC#beelezebub hc#leviathan hc
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𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 | Hinata
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑... 𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚈𝙾.
Anxiety was a fun thing to deal with sometimes. You know - like when you triple checked the details of the test date you had scheduled today. You pressed a hand to your chest as you woke your phone. Eyes were glued to the pin on the map that your date, Hinata Shoyo: Rental Boyfriend, put on it. You thought maybe, just maybe, he canceled last minute or after seeing your face IRL. A chill ran through you and you muttered to no one in particular, “God, how embarrassing would that be…”
As you swiped through the app, you pat all around your neck, your cheek, your collarbone in a few nervous motions. Sure, you knew the area. Sure, you went out a few times to sketch the roads for a comic or two. But as you stood, cool fingers drumming nervously along your skin, it all felt unfamiliar.
A voice cried your name out, jolting your attention away from insecurity for a moment. You squinted, thinking you misheard. The wind! That’s all it was. Just as you were about to check your phone for the nth time, you caught a glimpse of tangerine. Through the hoard of 9-5ers, five fingers raised in a wave until a broad shoulder shimmied its way through the crowd.
“H-Hinata?” His name came out a lot more hushed than you intended and you could feel the heat of your cheeks. Oh no. He’s cute. Duh. You knew he was. He had a profile picture and some extra pics that you and your friend scrolled through the night prior. One caught your eye in particular; it was with a dog that wasn’t his according to the caption (and the added note of ‘but imma get a big boi some day’’). There was another with a guy with short black hair. They all radiated a type of warmth and welcome to them even if those around him seemed ready to punch a wall - a trait not missed out on in person.
He beamed, taking your hand in his as though it were as natural as the sun shining, “Hey babe!”
The words put a bar in the cogs of your mind, stopping all rational thought. Babe. Babe?! Oh fuck. I’m babe! Oh wait. Yeah that’s right. You rented him to be your boyfriend. It’s supposed to be natural. You scolded yourself for forgetting that simple fact.
Hinata laced his fingers through yours and you could feel the slight dampness of his palm. The thought that he may be as nervous as you put you slightly at ease. It would make sense as he didn’t have any reviews or ratings or anything. He was new! A beta-boyfriend babe!
It took a moment or two for you to realize that not only was he guiding you down the sidewalk, but you had been staring at nothing but your shoes the entire way there. Shyly, you apologized.
“For what, babe? Oh! Wait! I didn’t get to mention yet,” Bright eyes burned with excitement as they tilted over his shoulder, “That’s a cute dress!” He genuinely thought so, too. Trying to act all coupl-y with a stranger was definitely weird, but, like anything he tried, he wanted to put his best effort in. Hinata wasn’t sure on what to expect, truthfully. When looking at your profile after the booking was made, he was caught off guard by how cute you were. In person seemed even worse. Better? Hell if he knew.
As a lanky waiter shuffled you both into a booth, you were off put by your boyfriend slipping in next to you. Right smack dab next to you. Thigh touching thigh and the heat of his sent a shiver up your spine. You placed a hand on your chest again and spent more time reading a menu than you thought you ever had before.
Hinata’s expression fell thoughtfully as he saw the slight shake in your slender digits and the way your teeth gnashed at your lower lip. He tilted his head with a small laugh and a nudge to your ribs with his elbow. The corners of his mouth piquing to such a point you could practically feel the mischievousness from it, “Play along, ‘kay? Kay?”
Suspiciously, you peaked over the top of the menu roof you made with a nod. As the waiter returned, a strong muscled arm wrapped around your shoulder and snuggled you close. Mouth falling into an ajar ‘o’, your confusion was as palpable as his joy, “It’s my girlfriend’s birthday today! You guys got some cake, maybe a candle or OOOH a song?”
“Hinata!” You smacked his head with the menu, “It’s n-“
He brought a finger to his lips to silent-shush you, lashes dipping in a wink. You smiled pleasantly, yet awkwardly at the waiter and in the least convincing tone, chimed, “It’s my birthday. Yaaay.”
“See! How could you deny that!” His sheer and pointed enthusiasm made up for your lack thereof.
The waiter, not buying any of it but needing the tips to pay his rent, congratulated you before excusing himself. Ten minutes later, two others trailed behind him singing a specialty birthday tune. In their hands rested the most delicious looking chocolate cake. To say you inhaled that thing would be an understatement. It was creamy, rich, everything you could’ve wanted in a cake.
“Take a bite!” You offered a forkful to your date, one hand below to catch the droppings. Obliging gleefully, he did.
“‘m pwetty bad wif dates but I saw you like fweets!” The words came between chews, and he gestured here and there as he swallowed, “Glad you liked it cause we got five more restaurants to try!”
“Excuse me?!”
And just like that, Hinata whisked you from one restaurant to another. Each one was slightly ritzier than the last and with each one, he could see the tense scrunch of your shoulders melt away.
He made you feel safe and you started to joke with him more openly, smile more frequently, and sarcastically quip at him. He liked the way you smacked his arm every time he called the waiters over too dramatically. He liked the way you acted surprised they’d come around the corner with cakes and songs. You managed to melt his heart with the cutest ‘Oh! Babe!’ whenever he tried to genuinely surprise you. He adored watching your eyes light up whenever you got a taste of each decadent sweet. It would be an outright lie to deny that you feeding him made his heart flutter, too.
You clung to Hinata’s arm, cheek resting heavily on bicep as your stomach decided to churn all the sugar you ate like it was a tilt-a-whirl. He patted your hand, thinking you were just trying to be cute, “So, what made you want to rent someone?”
The night sky took over the afternoon sun. Tiredly, you gazed up to your ‘boyfriend’, letting a moment of silence occupy the time it took to get over the small wave of nausea, “This is… embarrassing.” You chuckled softly, letting your fingers fall onto your neck, “I uh… never dated someone before. I have a date set up and got so anxious I almost canceled three times. I really want to put myself out there though and be more comfortable.“
“Is that why you were so red?! I thought I was meeting a cherry when I saw you! All like –“ His hands flew to his cheeks in a damn near perfect imitation of you and your voice, “-i-i-it’s n-n-ot m-my-“ before he could stutter the rest out, you interrupted with a loud and embarrassed groan. His laugh hissed passed teeth, “It was cute! You’re adorable, ya know?” The words slipped out so naturally and with such warmth that you wondered where the act was put down and where it was picked back up.
“As I was saying,” you jested with a light hearted eye roll, “My friend was really worried about me. I mean, it’s not often you’re a date-virgin in your twenties.”
Hinata pursed his lips, thinking about it, “Ya know, maybe it is weird - ” You felt your heart stop and your comfort crack just slightly. You probably would have laughed had it not been for the wave of heat then ice that swept over you, “- that someone as… as…” His lips pursed as he tried to find a word. Your anxiety built with each delayed second. In a grand gesture, his arms swang back, “WH’BAM as you never got asked out before!” Despite your death grip on him, the ginger still managed to hop on cue, “’sides! You got a pretty good friend looking after you!”
“Heh,” You laughed, “Guess you’re right, but wh’bam?”
“It just makes sense!” He slapped your hand a few times with the soft palm of his, “Okay okay! Now, we’re going to that one!” A finger pointed to a fancy black double door.
“Hinata I-“ You began to protest, feeling your palms dampen and your stomach curdle.
“Don’t worry about price! I got it!” He tugged at your arm.
“N-no, We need to-“
“You’ve been having such a good time! We can do one more!”
“Just come over h-here-“
“This one has the best cake from what I read! It’s not too expensiiiiiiive.”
The end of his sentence tumbled out of his mouth like the night’s worth of cake and frosting tumbled out of your gut. Directly onto the ground. And on the expensive nude heels your friend leant you. And on Hinata’s own pricy looking sneakers.
There was a moment of silence as you lit the coffin of your pride and watched it sail away into the ocean. (Goodbye sweet trait, it was nice while it lasted. Rest in Pieces.)
Hinata blinked. The event registered in his squirrel brain like a dial up modem. She just threw up. It’s on my shoe. It’s on her shoe. OH NO I MADE HER THROW UP! Red alerts blared as he whipped his head around, making the biggest display of ‘nothing to see here’ that could’ve been humanly possible. All too easily, he slid an arm under your knees and scurried around for a place to sit. It took about ten minutes for him to find a bench on an empty walkway. He sat you down and patted your head with long, sweet strokes. Each pat, while good natured, went unnoticed as your intestines tried to murder you in cold blood.
Hinata sprinted for the convenience store and bought the first couple of antacids he could find, along with some anti-nausea medication and water. A small bit of sweat broke out along his brow as he dashed back to you. Agile as a leaf in the wind, he squatted right in front of you, hurriedly dumped everything out of the double-bagged plastic bags to give to you. He stuttered out his menu of medications and you down some of them with water.
“Hey, heeey,” his gentle voice cooed to you, both hands rubbing your arms in soothing motions (a little roughly, but he’s trying), “It’s okay, you’re okay, you don’t need to cry!” You waved a hand, lips parted as you waited for another wave to hit which never came. You thought he’d make fun of you, laugh in your face about how pathetic this was, but it never came. For some reason that made you even more emotional. He was just a rental boyfriend. He didn’t need to deal with this. Instead of quitting then and there, Hinata took a seat right next to you and pulled you to his chest. Your back flinched reflexively as a calloused hand rubbed calming circles along it. He started talking about a time he was at a volleyball game and had the nervous-shits so bad he nearly had to sit out.
“That’s… disgusting,” The words came out as a half-laugh, half-cry. You wiped your eyes, ignoring the makeup now dripping down your face from sweat and tears.
“You’re telling me! Tanaka called me ‘little-shits’ for two months after that!” His laugh was contagious, spreading warmth through your fingertips and toes. It was rare to meet someone who had such a natural talent to make you feel so wholly accepted.
After about 10 minutes, the medication began to fully settle your stomach. The bag was tossed into a stray trash can. Hinata had barely even realized that his chin was perched on the crown of your head as he talked about other embarrassing stories (including the time he got pegged in the nuts during training camp). The warmth of you in his hold simply belonged and he didn’t want to let go just yet.
“Thank you,” you peered up at him with eyes so pretty and a smile so kind he wanted to kiss it then and there.
“For what?” His head tilted again. If he were a puppy, his ears would flop with each tilt.
“Being so sweet to me for my first trial date. Even if it’s your job, you really went above and beyond. And uh…you know-” You kicked your shoe to his.
The athlete ruffled his hair, feeling a blush creep to his cheeks and ears at the thought of being your first date, “Don’t need to thank me for it! I had a blast! You’re pretty warm too!”
“Thanks?” You sputtered a small laugh before checking your phone and the time. It was nearly up. As per request, a text of your location was sent to the friend who started it all.
For a while, you rested in Hinata’s hold, savoring the rich batter of comfort and calm it baked you in. He chattered on about this and that, exchanging a remark here and there when you poked fun.
Once you pulled away from him, he couldn’t help but miss the feel of your mold on the palm of his hand like a volleyball right at the precipice – right in his reach. You checked your violently buzzing phone, confirming the spot where you were sitting to your friend.
“Who was that?” Hinata asked, a boyish hint of pouting sad laced underneath his natural curiosity.
“My friend,” you answered, popping another antacid in your mouth, “our time is up, so she’ll be here soon.”
Those words were a bitter sound, one that reminded Hinata that this wasn’t real. This was a bet that he wanted to win. One that he secretly cursed. In all reality, he wanted to have fun and when he saw that you booked him, he didn’t know what to think. Dating wasn’t really his thing. He rarely had time to when it came to practice and had it not been for the bet, he probably wouldn’t have sought someone out at all, let alone someone as out of his league as you.
The headlights of your friend's car came into view. Just as you went to take a step forward, a strong hand circled around your wrist. In a swift movement, you turned to look at the culprit.
“Just make sure to rent me again if you have some time, yeah?” Hinata’s smile held a hint of something you couldn’t identify.
Nevertheless, you returned the sentiment, “Of course!”
You parted with a long hug.
As the car pulled away, Hinata flicked through his phone. Once the dates were done, each point of contact would be deleted automatically. A reasonable company policy that felt like a sour punch to the gut.. A small twinge of sadness came over him, but he knew that if it was meant to be, you’d find your way to each other again. In the mean time…
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.... 𝟷 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐!
He was going to kick Atsumu’s pancake ass!
“Sooooo~ How was the ‘date’? Looks like you two got along!” Your friend’s voice rang as she shimmied in her seat in excitement, brows wiggling in expectation.
“Oh shut it!” You cried in false annoyance, “I threw up, can you believe that?!” Dramatically, she gasped, listening as you recounted the events of the boy who was the sun itself. Finalizing your long winded tale of cake-filled adventure, that same warmth spread across your chest, lapping small butterfly wings at your stomach, “I had a good time. I… definitely feel more comfortable with the idea of putting myself out there now.”
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Brackish and Briny Waters (two)
[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]
Summary: Settling into your new house Part 1 Masterlist Part 3
Tags: +17 | 1.7k words | just really fucking domestic stuff, one (1) bad attitude, presumptuous behavior, unprotected morning sex, more remodeling.
AN: I kind of know where I'm going with this. The conflict will be subtle at first but it's there I promise.
The first day goes by fast and for Ralph meeting every single person on staff in this prestigious school was like trying cheeses and wines in a vineyard– fun at first but you get a stomach ache because somebody forgot to tell you not to swallow and there are just so many of them each more rich than the last. By the time he crosses the threshold to his new home, he's exhausted and annoyed.
"I told you not to unpack without me."
You look at him from the kitchen and shrug. "I needed stuff, baby. I already wrote a list of things to work on in this 'bare bones' house you put us up in and I was bored."
You don't care for his attitude but offer him the covered plate anyways. "I saved you some dinner."
All at once, Ralphie's anger melted from his face. He shuffled his tired feet across the still empty living room and pulled you into his side. The plate was warm (still warm or recently warmed up, he couldn't tell) and his stomach growled.
"M sorry," he said, "I don't mean to be an asshole."
You smile your forgiveness. "Long day?"
"Yes," he hisses. "I already can't wait for the weekend."
You chuckle. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Give it a chance, baby!"
"As you wish."
After eating, Ralph is right to sleep despite his insistence you finish packing together tonight. A part of you thinks it's the climate here– fresh sea salt air and less artificial light to disrupt the body's natural sleep patterns. You took off his shoes and empty his pockets because he was just 'resting his eyes for a moment,' then slid in right next to him. He's fine without a blanket, but you pull the back of the quilt over your rear and curl into his side. Sleep comes easier tonight than last night and you dream of wallpaper and wood smoke cologne.
DAY THREE
The rest of the week gets easier for the both of you. You arrived on Monday and unpack the bigger furniture together by Wednesday with the help of some locals. Ralph is getting to study the lesson plan for Ms. Lewis' math class and establishing a gentle authority with his temporary students. He is still excited for the weekend, intent to help you figure out what to do with the walls of the house.
"Has anybody come to see you at the house yet?," he asks you Thursday night.
You pause dicing onions to think. "Besides the neighbors to the north and those Vayle boys? No."
Ralphie raises his eyebrows and drops them, an involuntary gesture made more for himself than you.
You put a hand on your hip. "Why?"
Ralphie waves you off and continues mixing the meat with the spices. "Nothing. It's just everybody and their fucking moms has been asking me about you."
"What?" This was news to you. "Why?"
"Because they're nosy," he replies, "asking me about my whole life story and I let slip I had a wife and then they just wouldn't shut up about it."
You swat his shoulder. "Well don't sound so depressed about it. Do you not like having a wife?"
"No!" Ralph huffs and turns to look at you as he says, "I just hate that every single one of them bugs me about a million personal things and then I mention you and it's the only thing they can talk about now."
Ralph turns back to stirring the pan and grumbles to himself, "might tell them to fuck off and just hoard you forever…"
It clicks in your head at least a bit. Ralph's a born and bred city kid. In the city nobody cares who you are, what you like, or where you're from. Strangers don't want to be anything more than strangers. Their eternal social motto is 'don't waste my time' and anyone who acts differently is probably scheming something.
You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. "You're forgetting these are a different breed of people. Rich and educated socialites more over but suburban, maybe even rural. We're probably the first new thing to happen to them in decades, and communities like this don't have a 'mind your business and I'll mind mine' attitude."
Ralphie flicks you a look but you know he knows you're right. It doesn't mean he has to like it but at least he understands it's not malicious, at least not inherently. It's out of his element, a little out of yours too, but you'll have to adapt and play by their rules if you want to stay here for a while.
The dining room table can seat six, but your Ralphie takes a seat right next to you at a corner so he can hold your hand while you eat. Homemade tacos ease your apprehensions a bit and you go over the remodeling plans with him until midnight. Getting ready to sleep, you wear your thinnest shift and wrap around him like an octopus, your warm core brushing over his barely clothed manhood in temptation.
Ralphie hums, tucking a stray hair back into your bonnet. "We need to get up early tomorrow."
It's a weak protest. The two of you keep rocking into each other and sighing at the feeling of friction but eventually fall asleep despite the delightful buzz of sexual energy surrounding you. You do wake up when Ralph flips you under him and sucks a few marks into your neck.
You spread your legs to accommodate his breadth, feeling him settle deliciously and glancing at the bedside clock. It's barely 5 o' clock and the sun is rising. You gasp as you feel Ralphie's cock slide into you and he's met with little resistance. You two have sex for the first time since you moved and it's been so long that the affair is short lived.
Ralph already has an apology on his lips but you shush him and come a moment later with your fingers brushing your clit in tandem. He peppers you with a dozen more kisses as silent promises to make it up to you.
You shower together, barely bumping elbows as this bathroom is way bigger than your New York City apartment ever was. You chat idly about the weekend and the town and when you're ready to leave, you grab the manila folder where you store the plans for the remodel. You've even got samples from the wallpaper, only taking the ones you like and want to replace.
"I know we probably won't find exact replicas but I want to at least find something similar."
Ralph squeezes your thigh. "Ok, ok. We'll try."
While this town doesn't have a McDonald's (the town over does and it's fancy for some reason), it does have a Home Depot (also pretty fancy). You know you'll need wood and screws and glass panes to finish that solar room but that's not the goal for today.
Ralph skips right over the green paint swatch section to the creams. He's rambling about paint brand pros and cons, he did his research on the way in since you were driving and he brought the book from the school library. You follow and half listen.
"What?"
Ralph finally catches on to your soft smile. You glance around to make sure no one is in earshot because god forbid these gossipers over hear your conversation right now.
"I guess I got you pretty excited last night, huh," you say with a sense of pride. Ralph feels the opposite about his performance this morning.
"I just… I think it's just been a while." He occupies his hands by grabbing every single free swatch sample on the shelf and says, "I promise I will make it up to you."
You roll your eyes in a not unkind way. "It's fine, babe, really. I uh… it feels kind of good to know I still have that kind of effect on you…"
Ralphie sports a smile of his own and puts you under his arm. "Of course you do, sugar."
He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips when you're interrupted by a bright voice. It's so startling that your husband bounces away from you. He stares wide eyed at the woman who interrupted you and he gets that dark look in his eye that only you can see.
"Jesus, Julie," he tries his best not to growl her name. "This is Julie, she's a teacher at the school. Julie this… is… my wife."
Julie makes a noise like a whistle. "Oh my god you are so much more beautiful than I imagined! Ralph doesn't have a picture of you in his office!"
"It's on my desk," he huffs, "it's the one turned towards me."
"And why would you do that?"
"...so I can look at it while I work…?"
Julie's… a little too hands on for just meeting you. You're too reserved to say something about it so you sling a loose arm around her back and hope Ralph doesn't say something for you.
"Hi Julie, it's nice to finally meet you," you tell her. "Ralph's been slowly but surely introducing me to the concept of his coworkers."
"I can't believe we haven't met before now! Ralph keeping you all to himself, me and the other teachers are just so curious about you," she coos. It feels almost put on, like overindulging in sweet to play up her first impression. You let it slide though, maybe it's just your city lens.
"Well, uh, once we've got the house fixed up a bit, we can plan a housewarming party," you suggest. "But not a day before and you may quote me on that, miss!"
Julie laughed and gave you her phone number 'in case you need anything at all.' Ralph breathed easy once she finally left and you tug his ear gently. "She's veeerry friendly."
Ralphie shoots you a glare like you'd made a joke he didn't find funny and you go back to debating the paint to use for your walls eagerly.
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March 1, 2021: The Hobbit (1977) (Part 1)
In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit.
When I was 9, my school let us read a very special book, originally meant for kids, but beloved by everyone. My folks and I went to Borders Books (FUCK ME, I miss Borders), and we got an illustrated copy of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit. I can’t find that book, but if I ever find it again, Imma buy it IMMEDIATELY, I tell you what. And...oh shit, it’s on Amazon for $12?
Well. I just made that purchase, I guess. But yeah, I loved that book when I was a kid, and this was during the same year that Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy began, with Fellowship, of course. And I wouldn’t end up watching those until a few years later, but I loved those too when I saw them. And I’ve NEVER seen the abridged version, by the way, I’ve only ever seen the extended editions.
Although, I can’t call myself a hardcore fan. I’ve never read the Silmarillion, for example. Although, weirdly, I wanted it as a kid at some point, so I was almost there. But no, I ended up getting into comic books hardcore instead, so I can’t tell you the history of Tom Bombadil, but I can tell you about at least one of the fuckin’ 87 tieles that the Legion of Super-Heroes has been involved in. I’m not gonna like it though.
...Yes, I will, who am I kidding, I love the Legion. Anyway, I’ve still always been a fan of the franchise, and I was extremely excited when Jackson announced that he’d be doing an adaptation of The Hobbit! Seriously, I WAS FUCKING PUMPED, you have no idea. I re-read the book, I was super-excited...and then Harry Potter changed EVERYTHING. Kind of.
See, Harry Potter’s development as a two films made from one book seemed to kick off a trend. Breaking Dawn and Mockingjay are the two that immediately come to mind, as does this film. However, to be fair...that’s probably a coincidence. Yeah, this film was originally developed as two parts, WAY before Deathly Hallows got that treatment. And even then, Jackson and Del Toro had difficulty breaking it up into two parts, and three ended up being easier. Still...the change from two-to-three does feel a little connected to that trend.
Anyway, in celebration of that decision, I’m gonna break this review into three parts! Yes. Really. I want to see if it works. And so, let’s talk about the other most famous adaptation of this book by talking about its creators.
Yup. Rankin-Bass did 2D-animated cartoons, too! And this was one of their most famous ones, dating back to 1977. But wait! There’s more! This was followed by Ralph Bakshi’s version of Lord of the Rings by a different studio. You know, this one?
Yeah, that one. It was only based on the first two books, Fellowship and Towers. But it was technically unconnected to the Rankin-Bass version. Which is why it was REALLY weird when Rankin-Bass came out with an adaptation of the third book, Return of the King, right afterwards!
BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. Because both of Rankin-Bass’ specials were animated by a Japanese studio called Topcraft, who’d actually worked with Rankin-Bass for years. But then, they went bankrupt a few years later, and was bought by Isao Takahata, Toshio Suzuki, and...Hayao Miyazaki. And it was renamed as...
So, this is a Hobbit adaptation produced by the Rudolph people and animated by the people who would eventually become Studio Ghibli. Well, uh...holy fucking shit. Let’s DO THIS BABY. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
Recap (1/3)
As we’re wont to do in this story, we head to Hobbiton in the Shire, where we meet Bilbo Baggins (Orson Bean). A simple Hobbit in a simple home, with a happy and simple life. But one day, he’s approached by Gandalf (John Huston), who seeks a burglar to help with the mission of a group of dwarves, led by Thorin Oakenshield (Hans Conried).
We also immediately start off with two songs from the original book, and I have to say that I like them a but better in the Jackson movies, but they’re still well performed here. Anyway, after dinner, the true goal of their quest is given. Beneath Lonely Mountain, the ancestral home of the Dwarves, there was a kingdom ruled by the King Under the Mountain, Thorin’s grandfather.
Through reading the lyrics of the song “Far over the Misty Mountains,” Thorin tells the tale of the takeover of the Dwarves’ great golden hoard by the dragon Smaug. Bilbo is tasked to help the Dwarves steal back the treasure stolen from them. And, while he’s extremely reluctant to be a part of all this, Gandalf basically forces him to, the pushy bastard. And Bilbo’s Greatest Adventure now lies ahead!
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Speaking of, here’s the song “The Greatest Adventure”, sung by Glenn Yarborough, who is the living personification of vibrato. Fuckin’ seriously, this guy’s voice is ridiculous, but I love it so much. As the night passes underneath Glenn Yarborough’s hypnotically shaky voice, and uncertain, Bilbo stares out at the moon. Once it’s over, we’re on our way to the Misty Mountains.
Bilbo’s having a tough time with the long journey and rough weather, and it doesn’t get much better when they encounter a trio of trolls. They send out Bilbo to try and steal some mutton from them, but he’s IMMEDIATELY a failure, and also manages to tell the trolls that the dwarves are present. Nice one, Bilbo. The trolls catch all of the dwarves, although Bilbo manages to escape.
The trolls argue about how to cook the dwarves, but before they get to do anything, Gandalf shows up and summons the dawn, turning the trolls into stone and saving the dwarves. While they’re initially quite frustrated by Bilbo’s failure, he makes it up by discovering a horde of goods and weapons stolen by the trolls. This is also where Bilbo gets his classic weapon, Sting.
Gandalf, cheeky bastard that he is, suddenly reveals a map that he’s kept secret from Thorin, its rightful owner. Bilbo, a classic cartomaniac, is able to interpret the map. But there are also runes that they can’t quite read. And so, Gandalf brings them to his friend, Elrond (), who’s wearing a sick-ass glittery tiara that’s hovering off his head. How come Hugo Weaving didn’t have that?
Anyway, Elrond identifies the swords that Thorin and Gandalf grabbed as Orcrist, the Goblin-Cleaver and Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, because FUCK YEAH, BABY, those are some fuckin’ NAMES! WHOOOOOO!
Anyway, he also points them in the direction of the mountain, and shows them hidden features to the map. They head through the mountains after this, and rest in a cave. Unfortunately, this cave is on Goblin territory, and the group (sans Gandalf, who’s disappeared to make out with Cate Blanchett or whatever) is quickly ambushed by a group of now-horned Goblins, who chant their song as they go “Down, Down, to Goblin-Town”. Which is a song that I love, unironically. It compels me to sing along.
The Goblins nearly kill them when they discover Orcrist in Thorin’s possession, but they’re saved by the sudden appearance of Gandalf with the glowing sword Glamdring. He kills the Great Goblin, and the group run out with the Goblins in hot pursuit. Well, except for Bilbo.
Yeah, Bilbo falls into a cavern below the mountain, and the dwarves think him gone for good. However, he’s miraculously safe on the ground, having landed in an underground aquifer, in which lives THE GREATEST CHARACTER IN THE MIDDLE-EARTH FRANCHISE FUCKIN’ AT ME I DARE YOU
And just so we’re clear, I’m not talking about the film version only, I’m talking about Gollum/Smeagol in general. Granted, I don’t want a film starring him or anything (coughCruellacoughcoughMaleficentcoughcoughClaricecoughcough), but I love this dissociative little dude so much. He’s one of my favorite fantasy characters in general, and is also maybe the best example of a sympathetic villain, in film at least.
OK, to be fair, I love Andy Serkis’ version of the character a LOT, like a LOT a lot, and it’s a great version of the character. OK, so what do I think of this version? He’s...interesting, actually. If I’m honest, I kinda like him. This is similar to how I always pictured Gollum when I was a kid.
I mean, listen to this description from the book, yeah?
Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face...He was looking out of his pale lamp-like eyes for blind fish, which he grabbed with his long fingers as quick as thinking.
I dunno, that does sound more like this version of Gollum to me, just saying. Anyway, while Gollum is off fishing in the water, Bilbo gets up on the shore, where he finds a little golden ring Not important, just a ring, definitely means nothing at all, NOTHING AT ALL, NOTHING TO SEE HERE.
The hungry Gollum (Brother Theodore) happens upon Bilbo, precious, wonders if Bilbo would taste good, and is basically about to kill him for his sweet hobbit meat, before Bilbo takes out Sting. Now afraid, Gollum offers a game of riddles. The two make a deal: if Bilbo wins at a game of riddles, Gollum will show him the way out. But if Gollum wins, precious will eat him raaaaaaaw and wrrrrrrrrrriggling!
The riddles commence, in a super-fuckin’-classic moment, and also ends with maybe the most bullshit moment in all of fantasy lore. After clever riddles with answers involving eggs, wind, and time, Bilbo’s last riddle is “What’s in my pocket?” The fuck, Bilbo, that’s absolute BULLSHIT!
Not that it matters. Bilbo wins, but Gollum goes to find his ring to show it to Bilbo before he takes him away. Thing is, though, that’s what was in Bilbo’s pocket, which Gollum quickly figures out, my precious. He’s about to kill Bilbo to get back his birthday present, precious, but Bilbo discovers the secret trick of the ring: it turns the wearer invisible, AND THAT WILL NEVER BE A BAD THING EVER.
Gollum thinks that Bilbo’s escaped and runs after him toward the exit. This, of course, leads Bilbo towards the exit inadvertently, and he follows Gollum, then jumps over him to get back. To which Gollum screams the following:
Thief! Thief! Baggins! We hates it! Hates it! Forever!
I hear you, buddy. I hear you. Well, once Bilbo escapes, he reconvenes with the rest, and shares his adventure in the cave, but leaves out the ring. And Gandalf seems to know, based on his dialogue. And I checked, and he figured it out in the book and Jackson movie, too. And I gotta say...WHAT THE FUCK GANDALF
I mean...DUDE. CHECK UP on that shit. Do you wizard job, man! If you’d been like, “Dude...you didn’t find a magic ring that turns you invisible, ight, because we’re FUCKED if you did”, NONE OF THE LORD OF THE RINGS WOULD’VE HAPPENED, AND BOROMIR WOULD STILL BE ALIVE
Everybody talks about the fuckin’ eagles, but WHY DO I NEVER HEAR ANYONE MENTION THIS SHIT? Gandalf the Grey: Middle-Earth’s most irresponsible asshole, I swear...
This seems like a good place to pause, actually. See you in the next part!
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OTP Question Meme 1
Got tagged by @r6shippingdelivery thanks for the tags!
Imma do a second one for a different OTP cus this is kinda fun.
Tagging @dimethief @lj-todd @rayearthdudette @retrodisaster @ourwarbird and anyone else who wants to try this.
(art done by @ourwarbird)
Gustave “Doc” Kateb x Julien “Rook” Nizan
DISAGREEMENTS
Who is more likely to raise their voice? Usually it’s Doc, but there are some rare occasions Rook would scream.
Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither.
Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Rook, he would either use a different room to sleep in or would leave to stay with someone for a few nights until one of them m up and
Who trashes the house? Because of an argument? Neither.
Do either of them get physical? Once, and it was a slap to the face. It never happened again.
How often do they argue/disagree? They would sometimes have a few disagreements and bickerings, but when it comes to big arguments that’s when everybody know shit just hit the fan.
Who is the first to apologize? Whoever feels more guilty for how they acted, which usually is the one in the wrong (once they realise that).
SEX
Who is on top? Depends on who is in the mood of controlling the other, but mostly it’s Doc.
Who is on bottom? Rook, unless Doc let’s him hold the reins. Literally.
Who has the strangest desires? Rook would think it’s him,but Doc is always the more experimentally curious.
Any kinks? Bondage, marking/biting, dirty talk, discipline, lingerie with heels, collar, riding crop, creampie.
Who’s dominate in bed? They let the mood take them.
Is head ever in the equation? Yes.
If so, who is better at performing it? Rook, he has more experience.
Ever had sex in public? Sometimes. From Doc’s office to the communal showers, where they could have their own privacy but getting the thrill of possibly getting caught.
Who moans the most? Rook, Doc likes to make as many sounds as he could from the man.
Who leaves the most marks? Both.
Who is the most experienced of the two? Both.
Do they ’fuck’ or ‘make love’? Depends on their mood.
Rough or soft? Middle ground, veering more towards rough most of the time.
How long do they usually last? Depends on the day and their stamina, but it’s not uncommon they’ll go for 2 rounds.
Is protection used? Sometimes, but mostly not.
Does it ever get boring? Never. They like to spice things up differently.
Where is the strangest place where they’d had sex? At the infirmary wards, they had to be quiet about it because there are a few operators that were asleep there. But also there was that one time at the parking lot in their car...
FAMILY
Do they plan on having children/ have children? They wanted to, but were afraid of bringing it up because of their busy lives.
If so, how many children to they want/have? One or two, twins at best.
AFFECTION
Who likes to cuddle? Both do, especially after work.
Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate places? Both, they enjoy the flirting game together to see the other getting hot and bothered,
Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves? Both, but mostly Doc with a bit of dirty talking.
How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? No idea because I haven’t thought about that.
Who gives the most kisses? Both.
What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Spending time together. Taking walks with their pets, lounging together, and all of the simple things they do together. They also adore sight-seeing around the places whenever they are at other countries together.
Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Anywhere and anytime.
How often do they get time to themselves? Everyday after work? Weekends and day offs? Its the times they finally get to relax without worrying about work are the best.
SLEEPING
Who snores? Not snoring, but heavily breathing for Rook.
If both do, who snores the loudest? Look at the previous answer.
Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share.
If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay separately? They cozy up together, Rook snuggling at Doc’s side with Doc’s arm around him.
What do they wear to bed? Sometimes in their shirts and boxers, sometimes Rook uses Doc’s button-up shirts. They would also sleep naked after sex.
Are either of them insomniacs? Not really, although if woken up from a nightmares, the other would wake up to accompany them until they go back to bed again.
Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope, no sleeping pills.
Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Yeah, they wrap their limbs around each other whenever its cold. They also would lay side by side as well.
Who wakes up with bed hair? Both, although Rook is the winner here.
Who wakes up first? Both are early risers, Doc is a bit of a slower paced.
Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Both, whoever gets up first.
What is their favourite sleeping position? Either spooning, or one of them using the other’s chest/shoulder as a pillow.
Do they set an alarm each night? Yes, they do have to wake up for work.
Can a television be found in their bedroom? Nope. They have dogs for that.
Who has nightmares? Doc. Rook only occasionally.
Who has ridiculous dreams? Once it’s Rook saying a song verse in his sleep.
Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? I don’t think so? It’s mostly about the blanket hoardings.
Who makes the bed? Both, they take turns.
Any routines/rituals before bed? Both would kiss their pets goodnight after final rounds of bathroom duty and feeding. Once in bed, Doc would do the occasional reading and Rook with the social media accounts while they were snuggling with the pets that followed them to bed.
Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Doc. Pity him.
WORK
Who is the busiest? Doc, being the Head Medic of the team has its responsibilities and paperwork. Rook would try to help him out after Recruit trainings
Who rakes in the highest income? They seem to rank the same in Rainbow so they probably get paid the same? Or maybe because Doc is the Head Medic he earns more?
Are any of them unemployed? Nope.
Who takes the most sick days? No fucking idea.
Who is more likely to turn up late for work? Neither, they’re punctual.
Who sucks up to their boss? None, Doc would rather argue with Harry and Rook would plead at Harry until he gives in
What are their jobs? They're part of the GIGN team within the counter-terrorism group Rainbow.
Who stresses the most? Both, but Doc probably a bit more.
Are they financially stable? I think so, especially with Doc’s family background.
HOME
Who does the washing? Doc, he is a bit fussier with the type of detergent. Although Rook slowly takes over his task because Doc had to stay at work a bit later because of the paperwork.
Who takes out the trash? Whoever finds the trash full before bed or work or else the pets will have a go at it.
Who does the ironing? Both do. You gotta keep the formal uniforms crisp smooth, so why not iron too whatever other clothes need ironing.
Who does the cooking? They cook together, mostly Rook.
Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? None, unless if they’re too stuck to their phones or had fallen asleep while waiting for the kettle, then it’s a fair game.
Who is messier? The pets.
Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Blame it on the pets.
Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Military life has trained them to not keep throwing dirty clothes on the floor, amongst other things. The only exception is when they undress each other and fall in bed kissing and marking each other, they can’t be bothered to think about that in the heat of the moment.
Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither. The fuck is this question.
Who is the prankster around the house? Again blame it on the pets.
Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? One of the pet birds they fostered has a slight obsession with shiny things.
Who mows the lawn? They have an apartment, not a house with garden, so neither in England. If they are at the family cottage, they already had a gardener for that. But at Greece, there is no grass to mow.
Who answers the telephone? Both, but more often Rook.
Who does the vacuuming? Again Rook. This is his deal of the chores because of his habit of fostering stray animals.
Who does the groceries? Both, and they go together.
Who takes the longest to shower? None, they keep to short and efficient showers... unless they hop together under the spray.
Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Both. Being this handsome takes a lot of work. XD
MISCELLANEOUS
Is money a problem? I don’t think so.
How many cars do they own? Each had their own car, so when they start livign together they technically have two cars.
Do they own their home or do they rent? They rent an apartment near the base at England. Once they had to move to Greece, Doc took this as an excuse to buy a beach house for “family visits”.
Do they live in the city or in the country? Somewhere near a small town. Not too far from the base nor the nearest hospital in case of an emergency.
Do they enjoy their surroundings? For the most part. Surroundings are secondary, what matters the most is the company.
What’s their song? I don’t know why, but I always have the song Dandelions by Ruth B playing in my mind every time I think of them.
What do they do when they’re away from each other? If they’re away from each other that means one of them went on a mission, so they do their jobs. But they also mail each other love letters and foreign bouquets and gifts to the other back home.
Where did they first meet? When they got selected to be part of Rainbow. Though in Rook’s opinion, its at the infirmary back in France.
Who spends the most money when out shopping? Doc is extremely frugal when it comes to grocery shopping, but will easily splurge a custom made $200,000 Lamborghini in a blink of an eye to show off against NIGHTHAVEN. Rook would buy a lot of snacks and treats and toys for their pets, but is usually the one who had to control Doc on his lavish spendings just to show off.
Who’s more likely to flash their assets? If it is meant to spoil the other, then it’s Doc and his family.
Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Rook, because it’s rare to see the orderly man stumble adorably.
Any mental issues? Yeah, Doc have PSTD (especially after Outbreak), Doc more than Rook because he had to deal with a lot of deaths head-on.
Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.
Who kills the spiders around the house? Doc would, behind Rook’s back. While Rook would just simply find a cup and move it away by hand.
Their favorite place? Their countryside cottage in France, lend from Rook’s parents.
Who pays the bills? Both. They split it in half.
Do they have any fears for their future? Both are terrified of losing the other during a mission. Them dying is something they have more or less assumed, but the other dying? Unthinkable. Especially if they died in their arms.
Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Doc. But with a nice home-made dinner tho? Rook is the winner.
Who’s the tallest? Both have the same height I guess?
Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Both, but mostly Rook with permission.
Who wanders around in their underwear? I don’t think either of them would be probe to walking around in their underwear unless it’s for a romantic occasion.
Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? It would be Rook here, especially when he’s doing chores or dancing together.
What do they tease each other about? Doc would usually fuss about Rook’s weight but that is nothing to the whispers of sweet praises to Rook’s ear with a few kisses, how beautiful and sweet he is and how his loving heart could fit the whole world etc. Rook usually tease him about his motherly habits, but also cooes at how his darling “angel of grace” is always watching him.
Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither, because Doc has the best taste in men’s fashion and loves to spoil Rook rotten. And Rook has good tastes that he learnt from Warden.
Who crushed first? Rook.
Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nah. But is he occasional weed brownies included?
Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Both, all the Spetsnaz go drinking together as a team, so the boys stumble home drunk together.
Who swears the most? Doc at work, Rook in bed. 😄
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this is gonna be a weird ask- an extremely weird one actually- but can you make a headcanon abt ur bf being yan over you
Honestly I don’t mind as long as I get to keep talking about him🥰🥰❤️❤️
I’m literally gonna treat this like any other yandere hcs I make and I’m so sorry for this, but you asked, and you will receive way more than you expected.
My boyfriend is honestly already very protective of me, so imma go ahead and throw that on the list.(remember, this is me writing him as a yandere, not me saying he actually is one.)
As for traits in general, he’d probably be classified as a lust-driven and obsessive stalker(it’s a lot, I know)
Lust driven cause this boy has got a HIGH fucking sex drive to the point that it’s kinda intimidating, not only that but it’s a good way to put me in this ‘submissive’ headspace, if that makes any sense. He’d also definitely use sex as a way to bribe me into things, normal things like cuddling, going out with him, staying home while he’s away, etc.
I’d also classify him as an obsessive because in a normal sense, me and him have almost the same interests, and he’s always very attentive with me whenever I’m talking about something. If I’m ever really passionate about a certain fandom or topic, then all of a sudden he is too, and he’ll just sit there and let me rant for hours on end.(which is honestly really endearing.) so as a yandere he’d probably do the same, but to a bit of a higher extent.
Back when we went to middle school together(which I didn’t even know about until he brought it up in our second year of high school.) he used to follow me around a lot, and ask about me from his friends since I used to hang out around the same type of friend group.( I ended up finding out he had a crush on me since 6th grade, which is pretty cute honestly.)
Anyways, that’s why I’d classify him as a stalker if he were a yandere, since he’s usually following me around a lot and tries getting my attention. We actually ended up becoming really good friends when we became freshmen in high school, stayed friends for two years, then started dating for three years(yes, I’ve known him for five years.)
He’d also def take a lot of secret pics of me. He said once that he really liked just hoarding pics of me. Which I’m totally fine with since most of the pictures he has of me, I’m aware of. But as a yandere, he’d be a bit of the photographer type too.
Also just to add on, he’d probably kill too. I remember one time he texted me saying that he wanted me to dress slutty, and that he wouldn’t mind fighting off other dudes.(one time he threatened some catcaller for whistling at me, it was a little concerning..)
So yeah that’s it. Thanks, I guess? This was a really interesting ask
(Also to anyone wondering, yes, he said he was fine with me writing this. I didn’t make this without his permission obviously.)
#yandere#yandere male#yandere blog#yandere prompts#yandere x me#x writer#yandere bf#boyfriend#yandere boyfriend#yandereverse#tw: yandere#requests#yaoi#bxb
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Since you asked for questions I figured now's as good as any time to ask. Where did Feanor-the-Dragon come from as a user name? I want to think you're referencing Feanor himself, and I've occasionally wondered how much More he could have gotten up to if he was a dragon.
Woo! Asks!
When I first really dove into the internet years ago, I was midway through the Silmarillion, and was absolutely enamored with the name Feanor and its meaning (Spirit of Fire," or something like that, I believe). I was also (and still am) super into dragons. I also liked to think that Feanor would hate to share his name with a dragon, and that amused me. I've had the username since the beginning of me having a username though, so I can't remember if there was anything any more specific than that, lol. Although I do remember some instances of me super-cringily explaining some full-length long-form version of the username (without being asked to) in "anon" comments on someone else's Tolkien-related fic on FF.net... some long version that had some super self-insert OC backstory to it or something. Not that I think that having an OC is cringey, mind. Self-insert all ye wish. My unsolicited explanation is the thing that sometimes haunts me. My only solace is that probably no one I had contact with afterward ever saw it.
...anywho, I think I digressed a little, but throwing that out there just caused that tiny part in the back of my mind that reminds me of mistakes like that to cringe so hard it combusted and died, so Imma leave it in the answer lol.
As far as what he would get up to if he were a dragon? Ooooh man... I doubt those silmarils would've ever left his hands (claws?), that's for sure.
Alternatively... a dragon gemsmith/linguist/artist who hoards praise and admiration for the beautiful things he makes. Like, he looks generous as all fuck, cause he makes all of these things of unbelievable beauty and then just gives them away... but at night, he sleeps on a hoard of straight-up hubris, resting his head on a pillow of the thought that all the elves are using his system of writing and writing it by the light of the gems he made from the light of those trees.
...now there's a fun thought.
#ask#asks#my url#a little more backstory than maybe you wanted#I have always been open to questions in my inbox btw#I just only rarely remember to say so#ask me anything
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Oh great. People are gonna start worshipping Wan Shi Tong again.
You guys, that Owl was a bitch. You dont steal knowledge from from people you hate (huurr dee hurrr imma just take these human books for myself) and then hoard it away from them because "it's for their own good" as though it was ever yours in the first place. As though knowledge is what causes violence. Thats, like, the propaganda of a tyrannical government. Only it's an owl. A fucking bitch owl
Like he made some interesting points
He did
Maybe even some correct ones
But he's still a little bitch
#i have strong feelings about Wan shi tong#wan shi tong#THAT KNOWLEDGE CAME FROM HUMANS#and he decided that ONLY HE--A NOT-HUMAN--WAS WORTHY OF IT#APPROPRIATION MUCH#suppressing knowlege DOES NOT prevent violence#breeding ignorance DOES
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