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cocoreallylovesraiden · 3 months

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How MK1 characters sleep with their S/O (liu kang, bi han, kung lao, raiden, shang tsung)

This is very casual and nonsensical but pointless useless headcanons give me life sorry; I might do this for other characters but idk which oops

Liu Kang

- I am in-between the idea of him needing sleep at all (being a god and all), but either way I think he would be in bed with them to spend time together.

- Mattress hard like a rock, so you’d be better off laying on top of him for any kind of soft squishy comfort.

- Likes the physical pressure on being laid on, would secure you in place with a hand on the small of your back, or cradling you closer if you lay your head in his chest.

- During the summer months he would be too hot to comfortably lay on, so either he just longingly stares at you back (rip) or holds your hand in the middle of the bed.

- Wakes up/ gets out of bed at the asscrack of dawn and folds the spare blanket next to you so its like he’s still there… and then becomes annoyed that you’d rather cuddle the blanket than wake up and see him.

- Laughs at you when you want to buy more western soft pillows or fluffy blankets, but he gets them anyways and then now HE can’t sleep bc it’s weirdly soft.

- Will read as you sleep in his arms, and has resorted to using your unconscious elbows to flip the page bc his hands are being held hostage.

- Likes to watch you as you sleep and tries not to smile when you twitch from a dream, even when you drool onto the pillows; is content to do so until sunrise.

- Sometimes tho in the middle of the night when you roll over you just see two military grade flashlight beacons glowing in the dark staring at you like an eldritch monster.

- “Hello, dearest 😊.”

- He says, like you didn’t almost piss the bed in fear.

Bi Han

- Has a meticulous string of tasks and duties he must fulfil before he can even think of getting into bed, and he still manages to be under the covers same time every night.

- Becomes VERY cranky if you are not in bed with him within 15 minutes and when you eventually settle into bed, his back is turned towards you and he huffs like a dramatic housewife.

- Self-assigned big spoon (non-negotiable) and loves resting his face in the crook of your neck, his favourite way to rest after a long day. He isn’t the best with words (in terms of emotional vulnerability) and uses little actions to let you know how he feels.

- His hair gets EVERYWHERE. It’s in his mouth. It’s in YOUR mouth. If you have long hair, have fun waking up 20 minutes earlier to sleepily untangle your newfound spiderweb of human hair.

- Doesn’t toss and turn and is a very light sleeper- it’s required of his job. At the smallest sound his eyes are open, and he cannot rest until he’s gone and checked the locks and such.

- You know when Asian dads wake up at 4am and just go hack and cough in the bathroom yeah that’s him… that’s how YOU wake up.

- You both look like hot fucking garbage in the morning it constantly looks you both are two struggling new parents who had a metaphorical baby keeping them up all night.

- Debates smothering you with a pillow if you snore and keep him up before a busy day.

Kung Lao

- I hope you’re a heavy sleeper.

- His snoring sounds like sails ripping, it’s so loud he scares himself awake sometimes.

- “BABE WHAT WAS THAT?”

- You girl….

- Doesn’t matter what season it is, what temperate, you two are always still too hot and on the verge of breaking into sweat, even after you’re dressed down to just underwear.

- Maybe you fall asleep a safe distance away from him, but halfway through the night its like looking an abstract painting of human limbs, his foot is on your stomach and your face is smashed against his knees. Chiropractors are scared of you two.

- You both complain about how annoying the other person is to sleep next to, but can’t sleep alone at night- the bed feels too big or too cold.

- It’s like when you wake up from a nap not knowing what country you’re in, drenched in sweat and covered in those red lines but every morning.

- Talks in his sleep and you have several videos in your camera roll having incoherent conversations with sleepy Lao.

- “Hey baby… Are you asleep?” “Not now babe imgndh tm running for presdidentnt”

- Yeah king you do that!

- He SWEARS that he’s a big spoon but likes being the little tiny eeny weeny teaspoon looks at you with the ugly goo goo gaga eyes until you relent and wrap your arms around his waist.

Raiden

- I don’t care unless it’s past a certain time in your relationship he will sleep on the couch or DIE

- He is traditional to an almost irritating extent YOU WILL NOT DIE IF YOU SEE MY UPPER THIGH OH MY GOD

- But let me tell you once y’all do share a sleeping space its over for you… He uses that farmer strength to squeeze the life out of you. Like Kung Lao where you fall asleep laying next to him and wake up in the alligator death roll fighting to breathe.

- Death by beefy man arms sounds great until you need to pee and have to scrap at 6am against an unconscious man (he is winning).

- Likes it when you nuzzle under his chin, but when he’s really tired, he really just wants to lay on your chest and have you smooth his hair.

- Feels a certain need to be the Bigger Strong Man but secretly wants to be cuddled and babied a little, just doesn’t want to ask for it.

- Doesn’t matter because however you sleep, you’re waking up to that child-holding-their-favourite-teddy-bear GRIP.

- Likes to chat about both your days before falling asleep, and will verbally ask like “are you asleep?” And then stop moving, breathing, thinking because he’s scared to wake you up. You have to smack his face half-awake like RAIDEN YOU CAN BREATHE before he relaxes.

Shang Tsung

- Idgaf if he’s a man and if you’re a woman, he is the girlfriend.

- Wants you to kiss the top of his head and stroke his hair, you can feel his ugly ass smug smile against your skin the entire time.

- Even if he does love you, I can see him being unable to sleep with his back turned to you; he has to be acutely away of what you’re doing (sleeping. Your tired ass is sleeping.)

- Unless of course he’s being the little spoon. Rolling eyes emoji.

- Another very light sleeper, but when he’s deep in sleep he has reoccurring night terrors, and maybe even sleep paralysis, so he clutches you tightly like he’s scared you’ll up and leave him.

- When he wakes up he’s probably frozen, so he grounds himself by listening to your heartbeat or readjusting your hold so it’s tighter and more compressing.

- Doesn’t matter if it’s a big ass bed or stack of pelts on the forest floor, you are not allowed to move a SINGLE INCH away from him. You two occupy 25% of this bed’s real estate.

- If he wakes up first, he is slipping out without a word. If you wake up first and god forbid, try to let him go, his eyes are snapping open and looking at you so judgementally.

- Throws your boots at you if you oversleep like. Wake up you Lug. We have things to do.

- Looks amazing the moment he wakes up and makes fun of you for having bed hair and overall being uglier than he is.

- Pokes your cheek and makes your head loll about if he wakes up first and chuckles at how cute he finds it, catches himself being mushy, then pinches your nose so you wake up.

#mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #mk1 bi han #sub zero #bi han #bi han x reader #kung lao #kung lao x reader #raiden #Raiden x reader #shang tsung #Shang tsung x reader #mk1 2023 #no offence kung lao i would suplex you #shang tsung is like a stray cat are you gonna kill me or rub against my leg

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nessa007 · 1 year

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reasons to love live action ariel/eric

they both love to collect things. ariel collects things from the above world and keeps them in her grotto. eric collects things from his travels on his ship/from the ocean and keeps them in his library. the scene between them in the library is truly everything 🥹🥰

ariel showing him there’s even more to the things he had collected, smashing the rock to reveal what’s inside it, blowing into the shell and eric is completely in awe of her knowing these things

eric is so drawn to the sea because he was washed up onto land from a shipwreck as a baby and taken in by the royal family. so the sea is basically where he came from, just like ariel. ariel rescuing him just makes him even more drawn to the sea/ariel.

they both feel somewhat trapped. eric in his castle feeling misplaced and like he has to be a perfect prince and ariel feels trapped in the ocean. they both just want to escape and believe there is so much more to life than where they currently are.

ariel finding the mermaid figurine in eric’s library and eric saying “my little mermaid” (i SCREAMED internally) 😭 which he then gave it to ariel to keep ❤️

ariel pointing at the aries constellation to show eric what her name is and eventually leading him to correctly say “ariel” to which he replies “that’s a beautiful name” this was the cutest thing and so clever and this moment just has me so giddy i can’t 🥹

ursula making ariel forget that she has to get eric to kiss/fall in love with her in order for her to remain human. so eric/ariel’s relationship is so much more genuine. like we saw eric was about to kiss ariel when they were lying on the boat during “kiss the girl” but ariel got nervous and sat up. ariel just wanted to see eric again when she became human and wanted to get to know him and find out more about him and his world and they ended up falling for each other because of who they are as people and how similar they are to each other

their HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 🙌🥰

when eric slightly touches ariel’s hand as she sings to him after she rescued him

eric getting his own amazing song, “wild uncharted waters” where he sings about not being able to forget about ariel and can’t get her and her voice out of his head (i’m obsessed the way they even feature ariel’s voice on the song… literal chills)

ariel saving eric’s life for the second time when she steers the ship into ursula. she remembers how to steer the ship from when she saw eric on his ship when she saw him for the first time the night she saved him from drowning

when they go off exploring on their day out and they have so much fun with the townspeople, dancing and just being free

then they come back to the castle after falling into the lake and they’re soaked and giggling while hiding from eric’s mother and grimsby

ariel wearing eric’s hat and then she so adorably puts it back on eric’s head as she walks off to her room and eric is so clearly smitten with her

the way eric’s feelings for ariel are so strong that even ursula couldn’t make them disappear despite him being under her spell. he still cared so much for ariel during this and asked where she was

“ariel. it was you all along. i should’ve known.” 😭

eric pleading for them to send out ships to go find ariel after ursula is killed

eric finding ariel’s blue dress in the ocean but then putting it back in the water because he feels she’s gone forever and there’s no way they can be together 💔

eric sitting alone on the steps of his castle thinking about ariel / ariel lying on the rock (when she’s back to being a mermaid) looking at eric’s castle

eric looking up and seeing ariel in her blue dress petting max and he hugs her like he can’t believe she’s real and ariel hugs him so tight and they finally KISSSSS 😭🥰

the two of them getting to go off exploring the world together at the end and are just free to be who they are and go where they want TOGETHER

i could write even more but this is all off the top of my head.

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!!!

#ariel x eric #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid spoilers #text post

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hazelsmirrorball · 7 months

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Rockstar Girlfriend V. | Hazel Callahan

Rockstar! Hazel Callahan x Popstar! Reader Summary: Hazel Callahan and Y/n L/n have to be in a pr relationship, but both of them can stand each other. Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Angst, Fight (not physical) Not proof read. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my main language. a/n: I swear things are going to look up in the next part. Thanks you so much for all the love and support.

part one. part two. part three. part four.

Hazel Callahan wasn’t the type of girl to believe in spiritual things yet she was praying to God to take her out of the situation she was currently in. Hazel wanted to scream, pull her hair out and let the ground eat her away. But there she was living her actual hell. She was certain that hell was real. Hazel had heard the phrase�� “Go to hell” a lot of times in her lifetime. Sometimes directed to other people, sometimes directed to her by her bandmates in a joking and serious manner, her mom would occasionally slip a “go to hell” when she got tired of her shit, haters online would comment on it everyday, she was used to it by now taking it sometimes as a compliment. But what Hazel never knew was that her living hell was going to become a reality.

Going on tour.

Don’t get her wrong. She loved being on the road, meeting fans, getting to know new places, selling out stadiums, having fun, but as of right now she wanted to walk outside and let the tour bus smash her into little pieces. Management thought that the PR thing should stop but that they were going to use the advantage that it brought to make both bands tour together. It didn’t make sense to Hazel at all, why would someone pay to see a rock band and have to deal with some little pop girls as the openers. If you asked her that would be her second hell, her first hell being stuck with Y/n in the damn tour bus.

Even though Management claimed that they were doing amazing when it came to money. Both bands couldn’t understand why they only had one tour bus for six people and they also couldn’t understand how they couldn’t do two separate tours instead of one. If they had all the money they claimed they had, management could’ve done several tours, not just one big one, let alone have the necessity to share a bus.

Hazel really needed to get her mind off things with her managers bitching and moaning about the tour, PJ and Josie not deciding what songs to pick for the set list, Isabel and Brittany waking her up at the crack ass of dawn practicing their dance moves and just Y/n’s mere existence made her blood boil. She had been sucking up everything for the past week and she couldn’t hold it any longer. If she had to hear someone else fighting or hard footsteps she was going to throw herself off the bus. She was on edge and she needed to let loose.

So when they made their first stop of the tour near a club, things started to look up for Hazel. She had managed to slip away from one of the bodyguards' grasp , ending up having the best night at the club. Alcohol, sex and drugs. The rockstar dream, Hazel was enjoying herself pushing past the fact that she was going to regret everything on tomorrow's show. But as of now she felt on cloud nine and she didn’t want to leave. As she tried getting in the bus as quietly as possible not wanting to gain anyones attention but sadly as she opened the door her eyes landed on e/c one’s. Hazel quickly rolled her eyes watching how Y/n’s beautiful skin glowed, while her ears were covered in her headphones. Y/n’s eyes wandered Hazel’s face placing the guitar she was holding down next to her.

“You do know you have a show tomorrow, right?” Y/n said breaking the silence while pushing her headphones off. Hazel muttered a river of curse words while imitating Y/n’s voice in an annoying manner. The only thing Y/n could hear was Hazel’s whines escaping her lips but aside from that all of it was gibberish. Hazel rolled her eyes once again as she stumbled in taking her shoes off while her gaze stayed on the floor looking at the shiny guitar that was next to Y/n’s leg. Her eyes took in the guitar, noticing her name engraved at the top.

“What the fuck are you doing with my guitar?” Hazel said angrily, snatching it from Y/n’s side and placing it back in her case. Y/n watched Hazel’s toned arm flex as she put the guitar away. She quickly shut the book she was currently writing on, snapping herself back into reality.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind since I’ve used it before” Y/n replied nervously as Hazel turned to face her, visually alarmed.

“Actually, L/n. I do mind. Don’t touch my fucking things. I don’t want you near my things let alone touching them. Everything you touch you fucking ruin. Don’t you think you have ruined enough things in my life already ” Hazel exclaimed loudly pulling on her hair while towering over her. Y/n looked up from her seat nervously scared of what was to come watching Hazel’s uneven breathing and pissed off face.

“You don’t mean that Hazel, you’re just high” Y/n replied attempting to stand up but instantly Hazel pushed her down trapping her on the couch with her hands on Y/n’s shoulders. Y/n froze dead in her spot not knowing the things that were going through Hazel’s head.

“Oh, I meant every single thing. Do you think I forgot what you did? You know what… You’ve always hated me for having everything, everything you ever wanted. But there’s a difference between you and me. Everything I have, I’ve worked for it. Never had I made someone fall in love with me so they would write me songs. I would never waste someone’s time. At least I’m actually talented to do my work. At least all my awards and all my fame is because I’m actually talented.” Hazel yelled, taking Y/n by the chin to make her look at her. She was pissed and she needed to take her anger on someone.

“I just did the same thing your mom did” Y/n replied nonchalantly while looking up from her lashes.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Hazel asked confused, leaning down, inches away from Hazel.

“I fucked the person in charge just to get what I wanted. Just like your mom did so you could have the success you have” Y/n replied softly, but as those words left out her mouth she instantly regretted it watching the life leave Hazel’s face. She angrily let go of her face, taking a deep breath and picking up her guitar case.

“Go to hell, Y/n. You’ve changed, all this fame has gotten way past your head”

“Where are you going, Hazel?” Y/n said standing up from the couch and following close behind.

“If I'm such an untalented person and I’m in the band because of my mom. I bet they don’t need me for tomorrow's show. You’ll do a great job explaining that to management. Now do me a favor and go to hell” Hazel yelled, slamming the tour bus door on Y/n’s face.

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rockstarhaechan · 4 months

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rave | yuta nakamoto

pairing: yuta x fem!reader

warnings: making out in the bathroom, cum eating, party, drugs (molly,cocaine), fingering, pet names (sweetheart)

alexa play: valley of stevie by astrix

note: do not take drugs and be responsible! always cover your cups when going out, stay safe <3

you smiled as he dropped the little pill in your mouth, completely aware of what’s going to happen next.

yuta was looking at you, your eyes closed enjoying the sound of the music, body rocking from left to right as your hands were rooming over your body.

“take one too, you’ll have fun trust me yu” you tried to talk over the music, not knowing if he heard you but oh little did you know he definitely did. he was currently debating whether he should take one or not, but in the end he gave in and trusted you.

“alright, gimme one” yuta smiled at you as he watched how you grabbed into your bra, revealing a little plastic baggy with several small pills in different colors and sizes.

“open up big boy” you giggled, practically waiting for him to open his mouth while your hands began to shake a little more, letting you notice your pill started to work in your blood system, your eyes suddenly started to get heavier and rolled back a little.

yuta on the other hand just swallowed the pill and was now trying to get the weird taste out of his throat, making him gag silently whilst you were just giggling at everything that’s been happening since your trip started to kick in.

after some time yuta has been on the same level as you, everything feeling like you’re walking on clouds, eyes barely open, moving to the sound of the music only until yuta got extremely horny.

“you wanna join me on the toilet sweetheart?” he asked you while flashing a white substance in your face. cocaine, you quickly grabbed his hand and he started pulling you over to him before heading off to the bathrooms.

the line outside of the bathroom was long so the two of you had to wait about 20 minutes to get inside.

right as you closed the door you felt yuta’s lips on yours, hands rooming over your body stopping at your waist gripping tightly which made you moan a little.

yuta couldn’t get enough of this, the molly kicking in with you by his side, he was on cloud nine, the cocaine in his pocket had to wait till he was finished with you.

“pants down sweetheart” he commanded you and you just struggled pulling your pants down due to you being too high on molly yuta started giggling before helping you pull them down carefully.

you hungrily kissed him, letting your body take over on its own, your hands rested on his abs in the meantime yuta lifted one of your legs up and made you hug his waist with your leg.

he moved your panties to the side and immediately pushed two digits into your dripping cunt, pumping in and out in an immense speed leaving you a moaning mess.

soon after you came undone around his fingers and yuta brought his fingers up to his mouth licking them clean before pulling smashing his lips back on yours, making sure you’d tasted yourself.

you broke the kiss and pulled your pants back up, only to remind him why you two even went to the bathroom together.

“let me do it” grabbing your phone and placing it on the closed toilet as you took out two cards from your back pocket of your pants.

yuta handed you the white powdered goods, literally licking your lips as you sprinkled it on your phone. praying to yourself that you made the two lines equal in size eying them both, moving a little from the right one to the left.

“here” you picked up your phone before giving yuta a rolled up 5 dollar bill, smiling as he snorted his line, you doing the same but licking the phone clean afterwards.

“let’s go and have some more fun till the night is over, shall we sweetheart” yuta grabbed your hand and lead you back to the dance floor, smiling at himself.

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aonungstsahik · 1 year

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“…but you’re so much more than that”

aonung x met!fem!reader

a/n; AHHHH! my second ff, i hope you all love it like my first one!!! i’m sorry if it doesn’t make such sense literally on barely sleep and having health problems literally but i needed this to be posted! don’t forget to tell me your guys thoughts!!! also sorry the late night posts

warnings; my bad spelling and writing, nothing else(that i know of)

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you grew up with aonung as you were neighbors when you were little. he was one year older than you and never let you forget it. he was always protective of you, treating like his sister.

but as time went on and you guys growing into young adults. you both changed. both of you barely hung out anymore. he never found the time to make for you, as he was preparing to become the next chief at her his father.

and for you? you had all the time on your hands. your parents weren’t anyone special to the clan like his were. your father was a hunter and your mother was a herd picker for Ronal. mother wanted you to take over her place when she would get too old and frail. you would always complain to her that you didn’t want to be the next her but over time, you started to love being out in the sea and forest picking herds, studying them, getting two rocks and smashing them into paste to heal peoples bruises and wounds.

whenever you would talk to aonung it mostly was when he came in the medic hit from a fight. his mother would scold him every time, “why don’t you ever listen?,” she yelled at him “you’re such a disappointment…” she said as she walked out of the hut calling for her daughter to follow. his face was emotionless looking down, lips pushed together. as soon as you would get close to him and try to touch him, he would look up with glossy eyes and walk out. you looked over your shoulder watching him walk into the forest.

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present day

today as you were walking to the hut, you heard ronal and her husband both yelling. as you were approaching the door you saw aonung and his friend, roxto, they just stood there nodding along and muttering sorrys. Tonowari dismissed them and walked out the hut, nodding towards you as he and his wife walked past you.

roxto looked at aonung, “hey man, i have to go…my parents are gonna be pissed,” he said as he placed a hand on aonungs shoulder walking out, muttering a quick bye to you.

you walked in clearly your throat to let him know you were in there. he looked up at you. he was about to walked past you but you grabbed his arm. “aonung,” you said looking at him “you’re hurt, let me help you…please,” you begged him. he turned his head to look into your eyes, you were looking up at him face covered in worry. he felt bad, you being worried about him made him feel like shit.

he turned his body to face you head-on. he pulled his hand up to rub your bicep, “okay,” he said softy while quickly to rub your arm “just don’t make that face okay? you look like you’re going to cry,” he said staring into your eyes. you muttered a thank you and told to sit while you got the herds you needed.

he watched your body moved from corner to corner of the room. he smiled to himself watching you talk to yourself checking things off a list in your head. you turned around, you saw him smiling at you so you smiled back. walking over to him you grabbed some rocks to crush up the herds.

“what happened now aonung?,” you asked as you placed some leaves between two rocking grinding them.

he sighed looking down “i got into a fight with the sully boys…again,” he confessed. you stopped grinding the leaves looking up at him with your eyebrows together. shaking your head as you grab some paste and rub it on his bruises and small cuts. “ow ow ow, don’t run it in so hard, you’re usuallly nicer,” he said as he faked frown causing you to giggle and let a small smile.

you looked into his eyes “it wouldn’t hurt at all if you didn’t do it in the first place,” you stated as you went to grab some other herds and grind them.

he chuckled at you, causing you to give him a confused look. “y/nnnn” he dragged your name out in a playful matter. “i think you keep forgetting i’m older than you,” he chuckled. it was quiet for a few minutes as you keep putting paste on him. he just watch as you softly run the paste on his skin. smiling as you look up every once in at his face, and every time you would look away and blush.

“y/n?,” he asked waiting for you to respond, you hummed to waiting for his question, “i’m sorry,” he said to you. you looked at you leaning your head to the side pushing your eyebrows together. “for the fighting, not talking to you, and keeping myself away from you,” he started softly.

you softly smiled to yourself. you grabbed his hand, rubbing his palm “aonung” you said looking into his eyes, “i was hurt when you stopped hanging out with me alone, talking to me, and coming to my hut every night to sneak out and play on the beach.” he looked down ashamed, you grabbed the side of his face forcing him to look up, “but i forgive you, i know how stress you are not being a disappointment, but you’re so much more than that, i see you for who you are aonung,” now cupping both sides of his face, rubbing his cheeks.

he smiled at you, removing your hands from his face, taking them into his own, interlocking them with his. looking down at your hands realizing how small they are, “thank you y/n,” he said looking up at you “really thank you for believing in me for no matter what,” he took one of his hands, placing his hand on your chin, “i see you y/n …i am now going to kiss you now,” he stated. you giggled at him not believing him for a second till you saw him lean in, you closed your eyes letting him kiss you. he moved his lips against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck getting closer. after a few more second you pushed yourself back, putting ur forehead on chest giggling to yourself, putting your hand up to lips still not believing he kissed kissed you.

“stop gigglinggg,” he teased you, pushing you back a little so he could see your face. he rubbed your cheek, taking in the moment you both are having, alone finally.

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during the whole interaction, his father was outside watching. he smiled to himself knowing his son was in safe hands from now on. he also walked to his wife to gossip what just happened.

one more a/n; i have three in works rn but i also have a life so please give me some time so sorry!!

tag list; @an0th3rsss

#aonung #aonung x reader #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar2 #avatar2009 #x reader #ao’nung #avatar ao'nung #avatarff #avatar twow

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ghostlykeyes · 4 months

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Can you do the head canons set for Yone and Sett like you did for Kayn??? Thank you !!!!

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HEARTSTEEL SETT / READER ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW (Light sexuality, nothing explicit.) ♡ Hi my dear! Wasn't sure if you meant the relationship ones or kiss ones—Yone is getting both in upcoming separate posts, and I've already done Sett kisses here ! Hope you enjoy these :D

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SETT

Sett's most sensitive spot is his ears. They're dreamy soft, like velvet but thicker, and oh-so-warm. When you play with them he goes weak in the knees, tilting his head towards your gentle hands and letting out a low groan. He adores when you play with them. If he plops his head in your lap and looks up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, chances are an ear-rub is what he's begging for.

After Sett smashes out a great lifting session, he usually sends you a mirror selfie. He just wants to tell you he had a great workout, and he loves when you encourage him, so it's mostly innocent. But come on...he's shining with sweat, his muscles look fucking huge, and he's got that flushed-cheek, out of breath smile. How are you not supposed to ogle him a little bit? If you accuse him of trying to turn you on with his gym selfies he goes 'no wayyyyyy'. The next picture he says—one of him winking at you, with the hem of his shirt pulled tight between his sharp teeth and his glorious abs on display—says otherwise.

Sett's social media pages consist of basically two things: gymbro shit and cute animal videos. He spams you with the latter. Expect lots of pictures of housecats cuddling ("us", he captions) and videos of dogs doing tricks ("do u think we could teach earnest that??" Probably not, you tell him, but you find him on the kitchen floor the next morning trying to get the poor dog to do a flip anyway).

Sett is all for pet-names, and rarely calls you by your given name. He goes with the classic "babe" a lot. Sometimes he likes to spice it up by sprinkling in nicknames like "hot stuff" or "sweets". If he's being cheeky, he'll give you a teasing smirk and call you his "favorite groupie".

Sett loves staying active (obviously) and he's always down to try something new. If you're for hurting date ideas, take him rollerskating, rock climbing, or swimming. And, if you're really brave? Ask him and the rest of the Heartsteel guys to go paint-balling with you. Bless his heart, he will try so hard to protect you and hyper-carry your team but his aim just isn't that good. (Predictably, Sett ends up covered in paint-splashes. He's nothing if not a good meat shield.)

For your first Christmas together, Sett's mom knits you a beanie to match his. "Oh, you two are adorable," she beams as her son excitedly tugs the warm hat over your ears. Once you've earned the beanie, trust that you've got Mama's approval on lock.

Anyone that wrongs you is on Sett's shit-list for life. He's a hothead and he knows how to hold a fucking grudge. If you complain about your boss or come to him teary-eyed because a friend blew off plans, he's fuming. "That fucking asshole," he snarls. Of course, he sets aside his fury to comfort you. Just know that a lifelong beef has been started and he's going to scowl every time you bring that person's name up again.

After a hard workout, Sett loves to tease you by pulling you in for a sweaty bear-hug. Don't worry, though—he's always down to hit the showers with you right after.

Sett knows his way around the human body—he's got a near medical knowledge of muscle groups, nerves, and effective stretches just from his time in the gym. What does this mean for you, though? The best fucking massages in the entire universe. The moment you complain about a kink in your neck or a sore back Sett's cracking his knuckles. "Okay, hot stuff," he says, placing his gentle hands on your tight muscles. "Where exactly does it hurt?" Of course, you don't need to be in pain to get a massage—Sett's eager to touch you any chance he can get. Pout a little and ask if he can pretty please rub your neck, and his hands are on you before you can finish your sentence.

Since he's a cuddle-bug and serial napper, plan on spending a fair amount of time snuggled up in Sett's bed. He keeps sweatpants in his closet for you so you can be comfy during cuddle-seshes. Honestly, though, he prefers if you skip the pants altogether and chill out in your underwear and one of his old t-shirts. He tends to take a fabric scissors to any of his shirts with sleeves—your favorite sleep shirt, though? He mercifully leaves that one alone.

Sett's a massive show-off. Anytime you're on your tippy-toes trying to reach the top shelf or you're struggling with the pickle jar, Sett swoops in with an "Oh, lemme get that for ya!" And if he's flexing extra hard opening the jar or stretching his arms so that just the teeeeeeeniest bit of his shirt slips up, exposing his six-pack...well. You might as well enjoy the show, right?

Even though he wears lifting gloves, Sett's hands get chapped and calloused, anyway. He constantly steals your lotion. If you catch him swiping it out of your bag his ears go back and he offers you a sheepish, "sorry, hon...", but does he stop? No chance. He pops the top and slathers it on his hands, anyway. "Whaaaaaat?" he whines as you stare him down. "If I'm all rough and whatever you'll stop holding hands with me."

You and Sett have a frankly obscene amount of plushies. There's an endless sea of plush on your bed, plus a good handful on his, but he just. keeps. buying. more. You'd complain, since it makes finding a comfy position to sleep a battle sometimes, but come on... how can you say no to a sugarcone furyhorn? Fucking impossible.

Sett's favorite way to pull you closer is by your belt loops. He hooks his fingers through and gives your hips a light tug, loving the surprised squeak you give when you bump into his massive frame.

Sett has a metal water bottle with him at all times (gotta stay hydrated)! Even though he rolls his eyes when you paste cute stickers on it, you notice that he never peels them off.

#heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel #heartsteel sett #sett x reader #sett league of legends #sett lol #sett #I love this catboy unquantifiably much

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warning-heckboop · 4 months

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The Day the Trolls' Music Died (and then Came Back Again)

Okay, so I've been thinking about the events of World Tour again, especially the scene in which Poppy destroys the strings and all members of all the tribes go grey. The question that I've seen quite a few people ask, including myself, is how did this event effect the trolls who weren't present at the concert at the time.

Now, before Band Together, there wasn't really any particular reason to assume that there were any trolls, of any tribe or smaller subdivision, who weren't at the concert, because Barb's plan explicitly involved gathering all known trolls to ensure that all types of music other than rock were eliminated. Of course it can always be assumed that there would be a few stragglers out there, but the thing that changed with Band Together was the confirmation that this was in fact the case. At the time, there were at least three individual trolls on their own (at least in terms of not being around other trolls) in John Dory, Bruce, and Floyd, and then a whole community in Viva, Clay, and the Putt-Putt trolls.

So lets say they all went grey as well when the strings were destroyed (there is an argument that they wouldn't've been affected, considering the explosion that happened when the guitar was smashed that took everyone's colors away only seemed to have a range of the stadium, but I'm going to proceed under the assumption that the effects were even farther reaching than that). Obviously it would have been a big shock, and confusing as all hell, but that's not my focus here. What I'm wondering about is how they got their color back.

Sure, we can just say they automatically got their color back suddenly with all the other trolls during the big glitter explosion that the leaders caused, but where's the fun in that? I'd prefer to think they got their color back gradually--and that they experienced the same realization that their color, their music, their life comes from inside them. When Poppy and Branch's heartbeats glowed to life, so did their siblings'.

But let's back up a little. My focus is mostly based on family bonds, and this is largely because of the first trolls at the concert who realize they still have music inside of them. If you haven't seen the movie in a while, it's not Poppy or Branch like you might expect. It's Cooper, who is then joined by Prince Darnell, and then also by King Quincy and Queen Essence.

This is something I threw together based on my train of thought. Cooper's heart is the first to come to life. When he then lets it play over the speaker system, any of the trolls present, including Miss-Main-Character Poppy, could have been the one to react to it and see that it was music. But it wasn't anyone--it was his brother. Cooper's light lit the light in Darnell's heart, and then both brothers making music together lit their parents' hearts as well, allowing the Queen and King to be the first two trolls to acknowledge the fact that the trolls all still had music within them. The way I see it, these trolls all have a sort of connection between them, because they're family. Strings connecting them, so to speak. That's why they don't need the six strings to give them music anymore--because the ability to create music now comes from the strings of their relationships with one another.

Cheesy, I know. But it's a kids movie. Stick with me.

So how does this apply to the trolls not at the concert? Well, just because these other trolls weren't there physically doesn't mean they didn't have bonds to trolls who were there. For Viva and Brozone, they have Poppy & her dad and Branch, obviously, but even for the other Putt-Putt trolls, it's pretty likely most if not all of them had some connection to someone at the concert, considering they were all once members of the Pop tribe too.

So, just like how Darnell and his parents were drawn to respond to Cooper's actions, I think these other trolls would be drawn to action by the trolls they have connections with, too--because bonds of family can't be severed, not completely, by time and distance.

When Poppy finally starts to sing, I think Viva does, too. They're hundreds of miles apart, but their hearts still beat together as one, and so too do their voices sing out. The same goes for Branch and his brothers, too, and all the other trolls who had connections to those back at the concert.

And so, through the same song, all of troll-kind, everywhere, got their color back--even if many of them couldn't truly understand what had even happened until much, much later.

(Bit of a shame, though, really. If Floyd had stayed grey, maybe Velvet and Veneer would have just seen him as useless and let him go. Ah well.)

#long post #trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls poppy #trolls branch #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls floyd

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adickaboutspoons · 8 months

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As threatened promised, a rough rundown of Ed’s timeline in s2 based on his make-up/facial wound/neckwear/hairstyle situation in the teaser/trailer/promo pics:

Almost certainly we’ll start the season seeing Ed in his Kraken drag. It looks like we’re going to get a montage of raids, because I’m seeing at least two distinct ships in the background when he’s all Krakened up.

It’s hard to tell, but it looks like he’s not wearing either the cravat OR the pearls at first, but we see the pearls peeking out from his jacket lapel when he’s saying “Fuck you Stede Bonnet” to the little groom dolly, so my money is on his snatching a strand from someone’s throat at the wedding raid. If it’s from the throat of the bride herself, I wil EAT. MY. OWN. HANDS.

Incidentally, we seem to have gone back to fingerless gloves for all the Kraken/pre-reunion shots, rather than the full gloves from the end of season 1, so RIP to the “full gloves mean he’s cut himself off from human contact/emotion” metaphor (but more on that in a minute).

So if I had to guess, I’d say next we get playing with the dollies and having a good cry about it

Followed by a manic moodswing to babygirl princess cleaning mode with the hair up and the pearls and the gloves, but a little bit of kohl still smudged around the eyes. I think he enlists Frenchie’s help, since they both seem to be carrying around containers full of bottles while he’s sporting this look, and I think it’s the back of Frenchie’s coat we see when Ed starts his “No more” list.

After that, since the lighting is soft and sunset-esque, I’d say we have the helm scene where it looks like babygirl is daydreaming

I’m wondering if the daydream goes wrong, though (maybe he’s cross because he let himself think about Stede again at all. Maybe the daydream goes sour and dashing, swashbuckling, Bearded Stede fights his way through Izzy to Ed only to say “Just in case it wasn’t clear when I left you, I wanted to make sure you knew that I don’t love you and never did.” or something equally gutting) because guess where else we see the babygirl princess updo

(and we know this has to be after the raid montage, because the big ass treasure chest in the background on the right was carried off the ship where Ed shot his gun in the scene where Fang smashes two guys heads together).

So I’m kind of wondering - since Ed was at the helm, did he steer the ship into an oncoming storm on purpose?

So then we FINALLY see the cravat, but he’s also wearing the pearls, so we know this has to be after all the raiding stuffs.

And the only other place we see it in any of the promotional stuff is when he wakes up and head-bonks Stede.

And looking at how banged up he is - blood on his temple, puffy cut on his cheek and lip, that these wounds are pretty fresh. My guess is he sustained them in the storm, and something goes Very Badly, resulting in him either getting swept overboard, or the crew having to abandon ship, and being rescued by the Chinese junk, where the crews will reunite (based on Stede’s costuming during the headbonk scene, and the fact that Frenchie, Archie, and Jim are with the Revenge crew during the crossbow scene, when everyone is dressed in the Chinese ru).

I have toyed with the thought that all the blue-filtered shots are a fever-dream/hallucination while Ed is laying injured, but I’m not 100% sure on that. For one, Ed doesn’t have his coat, his boots, or even his gloves

But he for sure has the pearl necklace, and it looks like maybe his lip is split (though it’s hard to tell if that’s a shadow or not), which are peculiar details to include in a fantasy sequence.

If it is, I’m guessing it ends when Ed ties a rock around his waist and leaps from the cliff - it’s hard to see, but there’s a rock with a rope around it on the ground near the rag man (Hornigold?), and you can see the rope going down into the water when he first hits. You can also see his feet are bare, just like they were in the gunshot scene.

If not? IDK. The pearls and the lack of gloves place it after the reunion. Remember how I said we were going to come back to the gloves-as-a-metaphor-for-emotional-openness-and-connection? Ed DOESN’T WEAR GLOVES AT ALL ANYMORE after the Kraken scenes are done. I can’t tell if he has them on in the headbonk scene, but after he meets back up with Stede, our babygirl’s hands are NAKED and VULNERABLE (and ready to touch his boyfriend. In a world where I get everything I want, after the reunion, they go to the Significant Cave, and Ed leaves Stede and his gloves behind, and Stede shows up at Anne and Mary’s because “You left these (and me) behind,” but Ed doesn’t WANT them (Stede) anymore, can’t he take a HINT? Thank you for indulging in parenthetical fanfic that almost certainly won’t actually happen this way) But the fact that the wounds are so hard to see that they might not even actually be there? Would put it later in the season.

Because boy howdy do they still look fresh when he shows up at Anne and Mary’s.

But everything else must come later, because the wounds looks progressively more healed. When he’s wearing the sackcloth shirt, his lip still has a little mark on it (but significantly smaller than it was at Anne and Mary’s)

But that mark goes away before the one on his cheek does. It’s not there at Spanish Jackie’s or when he’s talking to the bunny, or in the scene when the VO says it feels like there’s a storm coming.

So I’m not really sure where to put those in relation to one another. Vibes alone, I’d say “Storm’s coming” (followed by beach battle, where there also aren’t noticeable facial wounds or gloves, but Ed is clutching his side as though still recovering from cracked ribs or something).

Then bunny talk, since he’s still wearing the same clothes, then Spanish Jackie/the docks where, since he looks so chill and relaxed, the “something new” he’s trying is he and Stede actually retiring from piracy together.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #honka honka #🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡#clowning is my heritage

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galebrainrot2024 · 3 months

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GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 20

Read on Ao3. Shout out to @thelittlepinkwitchblog for helping me source :)

Gale's Perspective. LOT of important plot in this one, dear readers. It's a little heavy. Enjoy!

Ten days. It had been ten days since they entered the accursed lands and it was taking a grave toll on all of them, despite Isobel’s protection and despite the Pixie’s blessing bestowed.

Gale felt fragile, more fragile than he had even with the orb. Now with it unlikely to destabilize, the appetites of man came roaring back to him like a lion stalking its prey. All he could think about was Tav. How he wanted her. How it would feel when their bodies were join together, weaving together in visions of celestial.

It had to be perfect. He had too much to make up for.

He was sat beside Karlach who was on dish duty. She dunked each plate in the stream, gave it a quick swipe with the smallest speck of soap she could manage, before putting it back on the cloth.

“Nothing like washing in the murky waters of the shadowlands to invigorate the spirit.”

“Doing all right, Gale?” Karlach asked, elbow deep in muck. She groaned to herself.

“Oh you know.. still alive and kicking, despite being surrounded on all sides by an endless manifestation of darkness and decay.”

She snorted. “That's one way to put it. MAN!” She threw up her hands in exasperation, “I fucking hate dish duty,” she stared down her hands, disgust contorting her face. “I hate it when my hands get all pruny like this. You’d think all that time in the hells and I would delight in this stuff. But, I always hated dishes. It was the one chore I threw a really big fuss about at home.”

“You’re showing remarkable guile and courage, pushing on through the perilous task of dishwashing!” Gale said teasingly, “That doesn’t surprise me in the least,” Gale chuckled at the image of a smaller Karlach refusing earnestly to comply with dish duty.

“You know,” she paused, thinking and looked up at the sky, “I didn’t throw massive tantrums. Not often, anyway. Certainly didn’t conjure myself up a Tressyum when my parents refused to get me a kitten.” She rose a brow at Gale knowingly, “There wasn’t so much able to rile me up in that way. Mom and pops were always going on about how the glass is half full, even when it seems half empty. Even when shit is really, really bad. There is always a little good you can find in that.” Her voice was hushed and had the slightest tremor. Gale put a hand on her shoulder and noted the mist that collected in her eyes. She turned away, as if to conceal the emotion. “What a mess,” she said to herself, wiping her hands on her pants. “What about you?”

“What about me?” His voice stiffened and his body tensed, concerned for the question to follow.

Karlach, “Come on,” Karlach read his dumb expression and rolled her eyes and smiled. “You know - any chores you hated? Any massive events that rocked your little world? Other than Tav of course.” His cheeks blazed red and she started to laugh harder. “Very iconic of you to tell her you wanted to smash by citing a book. Not really my thing, but good for both of you.” Gale’s stony silence forced her tongue, “I mean, listen, she was obviously into it. You two book-worms are made for each other. What’s holding you back?”

A short puff of air left Gale’s nose and he looked down and ran a hand through his hair. While fingering his earring, he whispered, “Everything.”

“Oh my gods,” Karlach groaned, continuing with the dishes. “Everything? Everything?” Gale didn’t answer. “Fine. Keep your secrets.”

Gale weighed the scales carefully. If he told Karlach, the crushing force of his secret might be alleviated, if only just. If he told her, he risked Tav finding out second hand. His voice was barely audible, “I’m not sure I can tell you.”

Karlach’s eyes widened and she rose her brows, “Sounds serious. If you don’t want me to pry-“

“A little late for that,” Gale scoffed, though not with hostility. “Might as well address the holiphant in the room. It might do some good, to tell someone about it after all this time.”

There was a faint rustling in the bushes and Gale snapped his head, scanning the darkness. Nothing. He was just being paranoid. Karlach gave him her rapt attention and he felt his stomach cave in on itself. His throat was sickly hot and viscous saliva filled his mouth. His heart threatened to pulse out of his chest, the thunderous roar drowning out the rest of his senses.

“I did something… unforgivable.” He said at last. Karlach, ever impatient, shook her head a bit and her eye brows rose more as if to say ‘go on, then.’

So then he told her. “It is, without doubt, the most wicked, cruel act I’ve managed. Thinking about it makes me bitter… full of regret.” He sighed heavily and rubbed his cheek. He gave Karlach a brief overview of Blackstaff’s presentations, where students in their final year would demonstrate their research and abilities to the finest Wizard’s in the realms, seeking both Mystra’s favor and a prime apprenticeship. She followed, with few questions. Once he clarified that with her, the words stuck.

“Gale… whatever it is, your secret is safe with me. How bad could it be?”

“Oh,” Gale whispered. “Worse than you could imagine, I’d wager. The amount of time I’ve spent mulling over how I would tell her, what I would say… how I would beg forgiveness…” he closed his eyes, the words taking on a life of their own. “I sabotaged her presentation, a cold fact I have been ashamed of from the day it happened.”

“You… what?” Karlach tilted her head, her mouth falling open.

Gale sighed. “You remember the sussur flowers from the underdark?” She nodded. “Marvelous capabilities. Their magical properties were often a topic of debate in our classes, their existence unconfirmed by many scholars and clerics outside of the underdark. They have the ability to create an anti magic aura, which you saw first hand. I managed to get my hand on one through some rather nefarious channels… and I slipped it into her pack, not before ‘accidentally’ spilling a cup of water on her.”

“Accidentally?” Karlach murmured.

“No.” He whispered, the words choking him. “Unfortunately, it was neither an accident nor water. It was wizard’s bane. A backup plan, in case she didn’t have her pack within close range during her presentation. I was on track to be one of Mystra’s chosen and I was so… terrified that Tav would take my place. She was - and is - remarkable with the Weave. I was blinded by jealousy and… none if it matters, now. It was a cowards choice. And, as it so happened, she was imbued with both.” His face was hot, his palms coating with slick sweat. He wiped them on his robes, unable to look at her. “Her face haunts me. The riotous laughter of our peers… I cannot erase it from my mind, no matter how hard I’ve tried. It is engrained into every cavern, every crevice of my memory. She couldn’t so much as conjure a simple mage hand. She fled the stage, and I….”

He stopped, folding in on himself. It was the first time in quite some time he admitted this out loud, let alone to another person. The pregnant pause drowned them until Karlach broke the suffocation with a lifeline. “Was this the first time you saw her since then?” He nodded. “Holy shit Gale…this is… a lot. A lot to take in. I appreciate you telling me, all the same. I can see the toll it’s taken on you - you were a kid at the time.. weren’t you? You never told her?”

Gale sneered, “Eighteen is hardly a child.”

“As far as I’m concerned, that’s still a child. You made a mistake. A really fucked up mistake, don’t get me wrong, and a mistake all the same. You can’t keep beating yourself up for something you can’t change. I should know that better than anyone.” She sighed and stood, taking his hand to give it a gentle pat. “Gale… you have to tell her.”

“I know,” he sighed, bowing his head. “I know. And I will… I just need time. To get it right. To figure out what to say.”

“You have to be prepared for her -“

“I know.” Gale cut her off. He knew he had to prepare for her to hate him, to want nothing to do with him. Yet, a sliver of him held out the impossible hope she would understand. “Thank you… for listening. I hadn’t told anyone that. Not even Tara.”

“I’m sure if she knew she’d give you an earful.” Karlach sighed and returned to the dishes. Gale was prepared to leave, embarrassed and uncomfortable from sharing his darkest memory. Karlach looked up at the sky, bringing him back to solid ground. “You know, I was just getting used to the sun again.”

“Fear not, Karlach,” Gale said, though his voice was still dejected, “Sun, moon, and stars are still there - waiting for us. Veiled just behind this evanescent darkness. No book or painting could ever do this strange land justice. But perhaps our stories might.”

“You’re not really going to do what Mystra said, are you?”

“There you go, cutting right through the ephemera to the heart of the matter. Your finest quality, I think. Though, there’s no point in debating what I’ve been tasked with,” he murmured, looking at his hands. “I’m sure you’ve seen it - the wall of the faithless.” The sigh she released was laced with crushing somberness. “I cannot concede to such a fate.”

“I know,” she said and squeezed Gale’s shoulder, “You’re the first friend I’ve had in a really, really long time soldier. It would be a damn shame for it to end so soon. Quite the peas in a pod, the two of us - if anyone is going to find a way to survive, it ought to be us.”

Gale ran a hand over his face. “There’s no use conferring about it one way or another. We’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it. Stranger things are happening to us… what festers in our minds threatens to impel our bodies. We mustn’t loose focus of that.”

“How does it feel, to have the orb… settled?”

“Well, mother always taught me to be a gracious host.. whether to the parasite, or the orb.” Gale turned to grin at Karlach, staring at him gravely. His smirk erased itself. “It feels rather strange, if I’m being honest. I lived so long with its incessant hunger, to have it quiet… sickness has a nasty habit of making you feel trapped, if only within the confines of your own body.” Gale paused, before continuing. “I once spent weeks convalescing in the Hospice of St. Laupsenn after a nasty bout of ruddy pox. For all their kindness, leaving that place behind felt like freedom to me. Having the orb stilled… it feels very much the same.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Shadowheart’s voice cut through their conversation and Gale tensed. How long had seen been there? Had she heard everything?

Before Gale could respond, Karlach jumped in. “The horrors of doing dishes,” she laughed, waving a soiled plate at Shadowheart. “God’s favorite princess want to give it a try?”

“Oh… no thank you,” she tossed her hair over her shoulder and sat beside them. “Just looking for some company.. and a bit of gossip. So, Karlach, you and Dammon?”

Gale slipped away as the two chatted, feeling both relieved and terrified that someone finally knew the truth. Now all he had to do was figure out how he could possibly tell Tav the same thing.

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probablyhuntersmom · 1 year

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Big "T" and Small "t" Trauma Portrayed in The Owl House

Warnings: abuse and trauma mentions ahead.

I thought of putting together a post of its own to highlight an aspect of trauma that has been incorporated into the show. This post will be added to my TOH-related mental health masterpost that will be uploaded after the S3 finale, Watching and Dreaming, is released.

Big “T” traumatic events are singular, standalone, life-altering events that don’t happen repeatedly. The type that replays in your mind weeks, months or years after it happens. They can significantly change your perceptions and physiology, and aren't necessarily just about physical harm. Examples are a car crash, a life-threatening injury, getting publicly humiliated, or a natural disaster.

Small “t” traumatic events are importantly still very distressing, and can repeat over time. One of my therapists described this as drops of water falling on a rock again and again, eroding the rock over time (while big “T” would be a single big smash against the rock that leaves a pretty noticeable crack or two). Examples of small “t” are emotional abuse, a loud noise along a street, and smaller scale versions of bigger events that aren’t an immediate danger or which happen after you have established/reached safety e.g. seeing something that reminds you of someone, that makes you feel distress. If you were a parentified kid, like Hunter (having to overextend himself in dangerous situations to be Belos's punching bag), you will have definitely have experienced small "t" trauma to some degree.

This concept was first introduced to me by the best therapist I had. Each of these two types would be treated in different ways. Both types can be experienced differently by each person, since we each have unique life histories and unique combinations of risk factors (that may worsen one’s mental health) and protective factors (that can improve one’s mental health).

E.g. a car crash may not actually feel like a big “T” trauma experience for some people, while certain incidents of more intense psychological abuse that don’t involve physical harm, could be a big “T” incident for other people because it is life-altering.

I’m pretty sure almost everybody has gone through both “T” and “t” trauma to some degree. If you have been affected by trauma, managing your symptoms, and the way in which you receive support from trusted loved ones (and if you choose to see one, a therapist), will be different depending on whether it is the aftermath of big “T” or small “t” events that need to be attended to. If you have experienced both types, you'd need to attend to each differently. This will manifest differently for each person.

Big “T” events can really quickly change the meanings you subconsciously give to things about yourself (e.g. how strong you thought you were) and things around you (e.g. How safe is the world I live in? In what ways does the world feel different now?), changing those into negative associations. With small “t”, the same thing can happen on a smaller scale but it may be easier to turn those negative perceptions around and nudge them in a positive direction. You may benefit from being equipped with reframing tools e.g. journaling, hanging out with safe people, creative outlets like dance or art classes, etc.

Hunter is written so darn well and the production crew have overall made good distinctions between the big “T” and small “t” incidents that he experienced.

Big “T” incidents in the show are the big reveal in Hollow Mind, watching Belos 'die' (I'm wondering what must've been going through his mind when watching his friends put up the drawings of their loved ones in the refurbished shack..), being possessed, and losing Flapjack. Can’t deny that they were life-altering:

Small “t” incidents he went through include, and there are..........so many of them:

(The number of them that are in Labyrinth Runners alone is bonkers)

but we need to remember that small “t” can still be very distressing to go through: we don’t wanna invalidate or minimize that.

Even in the therapy room, if I have a client who has experienced both types, I may not necessarily attend to a client's big "T" wounds first, even though at first that may seem like the logical formulaic thing to do. Because if the client finds that too painful, we could always start by working on small "t" wounds. That's how case by case things can be for mental health treatment.

For a few other Hunter scenes it is less straightforward, e.g. his manic behaviour in Eclipse Lake:

And the haircut-related panic attack:

though I’m inclined to think these are small “t” because I don’t think he will look back on these incidents years later and become disturbed just by recalling them.

The kind of note I want to end on however...might not be what you'd expect.

One of the other Labyrinth Runners moments is a small "t" event that is not listed above. To this day it is my fave snippet in the entire show even after watching Thanks to Them, because from a clinical and thematic perspective I find it realistic, layered and powerful, so much contained in just under 15 seconds:

Because this little experience, while obviously unpleasant for Hunter (likely getting him to emotionally flash back to the moments where Belos almost killed him) for a short time, was also good for him because a safe trusted person was present to hold the space for him. There is both bad and good at play here, ultimately good because contact/connection was willingly made between them both (Hunter could have chosen to shut him out, but in the 3rd and 4th frames it is so telling how deep down this kid truly wants to connect...which is a basic need anyway).

We in the audience already know that Gus is a safe person - though Hunter doesn't believe that yet - who has come along at last to cross paths with him, outside of the Emperor's Coven and after Hunter has fled from that coven. And Gus asks out of genuine concern, "What's going on with you?" which breaks the icy layer of avoidance and detachment that Hunter has been trying to put up since he dashed out of the Owl House in the middle of his first panic attack.

Re-experiencing trauma can't be totally avoided, but the connection you could experience 1. with the people you trust while they support you, and 2. with yourself while using helpful tools and resources on your own.....especially when you have #1 and/or #2 while you are re-experiencing something difficult memories: that is the powerful stuff that could keep you going.

As you might be able to tell, I love this kid so muchhh 😭 He has helped me connect better with my inner child than ever before, on top of my past therapy sessions, he helps me as a licensed clinician to notice textbook stuff that is applied in a practical way, without me having to do as much guesswork on the go with real clients! And I have read on this site that his story has helped other fans to notice things about themselves that should be attended to with care and love.

#toh analysis #toh hunter #the owl house #hunter's trauma #hunter's abuse #golden guard #big t vs small t trauma #loz writes a meta

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Rock Bottom, Part 3: You don't wanna do that

4k l Corey x Reader is primary but both smut scenes involve something to do with Michael

Summary: Cleaning up Michael's mess leads to Corey staying over with the female deputy and possibly risking it all.

Rock Bottom Index - All Chapters

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, NSFW, 18+ , IT'S DEPRAVED! Dubious consent; Violence (aftermath)

Notes: The first smut scene is on the nastier side for sure, but it kind of wrote itself. If you like the fic, you can reblog here or interact on AO3 (don't have to log in) to keep this story a priority. Thank you for reading!

Michael is larger-than-life, and the rumors about him are dark: Violent, incestual obsession. Cannibalism. Any of it could be true and shock no one. But somehow, Corey is surprised that Michael Audrey Myers absolutely railed someone in front of him. The way he fucked her was human. His strength was reptilian. Maybe it’s the fact that Michael left her alive - left them both alive.

Corey doesn’t bother trying to catch up with Michael. He stays on the ground, his temple resting against the window, his breath fogging the glass. Exhausted. There’s a dead guy in there. He wonders if the female deputy Michael fucked will call it into the Sheriff's Office.

Inside the house, she stirs on the floor. Her eyes meet the window and she does a double-take. She doesn't look scared this time - he's not wearing a mask. She holds Corey’s gaze, then pulls her unbuttoned shirt together, crosses her arms, and shrugs: what are you looking at? Something tells him she isn’t going to call for help.

Corey can't pass up the opportunity to take it all in. He walks around the side of the house and enters through the carport. He's heard about these scenes on the news like everyone else, but seeing it right in front of him is something different entirely.

The house smells like cigarettes with notes of metal and balsamic. The smoke from the smashed TV has settled into a light haze. Flies buzz in the kitchen. There's a dark, set-in stain on the linoleum from some other time - their struggle the night before?

The body is face down on the carpet, sparing them a grisly view of his sliced-open neck, but a significant pool of blood has spread around him, its edges continuing to creep. A few flies have migrated this way, but they’re not swarming yet.

“You’re different," she croaks. Her hair is wild.

“I’m not Michael,” he announces. He cautiously approaches the hall and leans against the wall opposite her.

“No shit,” she says, sizing him up. “No offense. No, I meant I remember you, Cunningham."

"Yeah?"

"You’re like him now. What happened to you?” She wheezes. No man-eater vibe at the moment – she seems utterly spent. "Looks like life was rougher on the outside ." Corey had barely spent any time in jail, and it was years ago. But aside from being penetrated by evil, he had really thrown himself into lifting weights since the accident. He was already built, but now his frame was bordering on hulkish for his height.

"Why aren't you calling the cops?" Corey demands before he'll say anything else. His voice is deep and gravely.

"I could ask you the same thing.”

“Fair enough.” Corey pushes his butt into the hall wall and imagines what it must have felt like for her, pinned by Michael's shaft. He gently scoots the fallen picture frame aside with his boot. It's an old family portrait. He looks up at the other frames. Some are too faded to make out. The ones that have held up look nothing like anyone he's seen in the house so far. He slides down the wall and takes a seat, leaving one knee up.

She nods toward the dead body in the living room and says, “This genius was out of the slammer for two days and couldn’t keep his nose clean.” This was not the answer Corey expected. Whether the guy deserved it or not, she was sitting in a crime scene. Most people would be freaking out. He wondered if she was afraid or in shock.

"Aren’t you hurt though?" He prods, secretly hoping she'll go into details about what it feels like being impaled by Michael's rod.

With a far away stare, she starts to fasten the buttons that remain on her shirt.

“Why did he let you live?” Corey asks.

“Why do you think?” she says. She lifts her butt off the ground and Corey catches a glimpse of two shiny inner thighs and a pink seam between them as she tugs her skirt back into place.

“I mean – was that – did you let him?”

She sighs. "He can't help it.”

“What does that mean?”

She scoffs. “God, I mean." She searches for words. Corey waits, knowing she doesn't owe him an answer. She shakes her head. "It means you should see the size of his cock." He’s speechless. Something stirs in his jumpsuit. He looks at her skirt, then away. His face is hot.

“You want to, don’t you?” For the first time, she smiles a little.

Corey turns red and almost starts to protest, then realizes there’s no air of judgment in her words. She might even have meant he wants to fuck her, which he does. He wants to insert himself into the scene, the experience. He wants to be everywhere Michael was. He wants the sheath of Michael's sword around his own.

"Why did he let you live? I’m sure you’re not the first kid to start following him around.” She yawns.

“Really?” Corey asks.

She starts to stand, wincing in pain. “Help me clean up this mess and I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know.”

“It’s a crime scene. You’re really not gonna call it in?” Corey wants to be sure before he gets his fingerprints all over everything.

“Really. The bleach is in there.” She points behind her to the pantry.

Corey sighs and opens the pantry. Duct tape, rope, lye, gloves, salt, tarps. “No bleach.”

“Damnit.” She grabs a pair of keys off the wall, and tosses them underhand. “Ben’s Hardware. They don’t ask any questions.”

Corey glances at the floor to avoid stepping on the picture frame, and he sees her tattered underwear lying there. Michael’s trail of destruction. His cock thickens, thinking about Michael fucking her. He looks up at her, and his eyes darken..

She returns his gaze and approaches slowly, step by step, until her body is against his. His breath quickens. When Corey looks at her, he sees another survivor. A chosen one. Someone who knows what it’s like to have Michael’s hand around their throat then walk away. Changed.

Corey swallows and doesn’t move. He realizes out loud, "that wasn't the first time."

"No." She backs up against the pantry door, closing it with her ass as she grabs his jumpsuit with both hands, pulling him against her. His hand goes to her neck as hers explore his muscles. Her neck is so delicate, so soft, it’s a wonder Michael didn’t snap it in half.

***

Corey breathes heavily and pushes his clothed hardness against her skirt dutifully, needily. "How did you meet?"

She hikes it up. "Smith's Grove. Pre-transfer surveillance." She inhales through her nose then closes her eyes as she grinds herself into the bulge in his jumpsuit. He forgets to breathe. She curls one of her legs behind him, hugging his ass with her calf. She nestles her heel below his crack to beg his hardness even closer. His balls ache pleasantly.

Corey shudders, imagining her heel is Michael behind him. Corey doesn’t know what it feels like to be entered, invaded, forcefully taken. He’s wanted to find out since the moment Michael grabbed his throat. His arousal grows. She brings her hands to Corey’s curls and caresses them affectionately before yanking his head downward.

He resists, not wanting to give up the sensation of her body against his, then slowly begins crouching down, lowering his head first, leaving his butt against the door. Corey wants to know every sensation she felt as Michael fucked her. He wants to absorb it transitively. He lightly drags his fingertips over her skin.

He breathes heavily into her chest. She undoes the remains of her button-up shirt and shrugs it off. His rough hands run over her supple skin. It feels like a warm peach. He palms her hard nipples as he slowly drops to his knees at her urging.

She swings a knee over his shoulder and pulls his curly head in between her legs, pleadingly. Corey takes her ass in his hands and starts with light, hesitant kisses above her seam. He aches with want. He tugs at the zipper of his jumpsuit. It’s stuck.

“Please,” he breathes, palming himself hard and slow with his wrist, like he’s trying to get a knot out of a muscle. She enters herself with a finger, then brings her slickened digits to her hidden pearl. “Come on, Corey,” she breathes, giving herself a rub then putting her hand back at the crown of his head, making his curls sticky.

Corey's eye is drawn to the sheen of a translucent river on her skin. He runs his fingers over it. It’s crusty at the edges. Michael’s cum is just now drying. Corey kisses the milky trail feverishly, tonguing it as he recalls Michael’s final thrusts, every muscle of that hulking back moving gracefully under blue fabric like a beautiful machine.

With his face between her legs, Corey flares his nostrils and inhales until his chest can't physically hold any more air. He can smell the tinge of Michael’s load. He aggressively noses her most sensitive place as he breathes it in. He plants a wet kiss on her petals, then on her pearl. She breathes heavily and massages his scalp with her short nails as he begins to work his tongue.

His large fingers dig into the flesh of her buttocks. She bucks her hips with both hands in his curls. She whines and her beautiful face contorts. Corey’s hardness throbs, and pre-cum seeps from his cock head. He's thirsty, parched, desperate for Michael’s seed.

He brings his tongue to the moist little hole where Michael emptied himself. He flattens his tongue and laps at her, at Michael, with all his strength. Then his tongue sharpens and plunges inside her. Her breath accelerates. He keeps one hand on her ass and unzips his jumpsuit with the other, thrusting his tongue, lapping her entrance up and down. He savors every salty drop. “Don’t stop,” she says, and he doesn’t until he’s desperate for his own release.

He comes up for air, replacing his face with his hand. He flattens several expansive digits against her. They dwarf her folds. He rubs her the way she rubbed herself. Then, he plunges a thick, meaty finger into her and swirls it around, desperately raking her walls for more of Michael.

He watches her breasts bounce as she bucks her hips against his large hand. He feels her thighs quiver against his chest and shoulder. The air is cold against the slick on his face.

The sight and smell of froth on his hand shoots pleasure through his body. He slickens his cock, then his mouth returns between her legs. Corey chokes his cock like Michael choked him. He devours her, and him. He laps up any trace of Michael and swallows, dying to have Michael inside him by any means. The seed of a god. She pulls his hair and moans. Her voice is small.

Corey puts his hands on her hips and tries to gently nudge her downward, hoping she’ll ride him to climax, but she won’t. He can’t blame her – she’s probably sore.

He works her clit with his nose as he hungrily laps her entrance. She gasps and moans and cries. She rolls her hips as she comes. She contracts and pulsates. Again, again, again. He feels it through his nose and gives her special place one last kiss. She lets her head fall back and catches her breath.

Corey tears his jumpsuit open. She dismounts his shoulder. He pumps himself just a few times before he erupts all over himself, her legs, and the floor. She holds his shiny chin in her hand and looks down at him apologetically. "Careful. He doesn't share," she says.

"What?” Corey’s heart skips a beat.

"Um. Just make sure we clean that up." She pulls her skirt back into place, then urges Corey up by his hair. “If you’re not back in an hour I’ll make the call.” She lets him go with a shove,

Corey goes to the hardware store, and it's true, no questions are asked. It’s a new store, and there’s not another shopper in sight. He finds the bleach at the back of the store and can’t help but notice the end of each aisle seems suspect. The contents are similar to the pantry - ropes and chains, tarps, duct tape. There isn’t a murder aisle per se, but the way the store is organized sure is convenient.

Back at the house, the lady deputy has showered and changed into ripped jeans and a white tank. She’s sweeping up the glass from the busted TV. The body is still face down on the carpet. They roll the body onto a tarp in the kitchen while they clean the living room.

Corey takes his jumpsuit off before opening the first of several gallons of bleach. He doesn’t need Ronald asking any questions about a bleach-spotted uniform, especially since Joan still does Corey’s laundry. The deputy puts the uniform in the wash while they clean up. Now he's practically captive unless he wants to walk out of here soaking wet or half naked.

He's left with a tight blue undershirt and gray boxer briefs. His sleeves hug him tight as his biceps flex to scrub the floor. Below his boxer briefs, his thighs fade from white to tan as they bulge with muscle, peppered with fine, chestnut hair. He asks her questions as they scrub. Is he a cannibal? Does he come here a lot? Does he live in the sewer? What was it like the first time? Does the kill turn him on?

She pauses, sighs, then sits back on her knees. Corey does too. She takes a ripped latex glove off and puts her bare, soft hand on Corey's face. “Michael’s not gonna fuck you, baby,” she says. "He loves pussy."

She pulls on a new glove and starts scrubbing again, letting him collect himself. Corey's lips part, but he doesn’t respond. Her words sting for a moment, but they shouldn't: She can't possibly know for sure that Michael only loves pussy.

Corey may not look big compared to Michael, but no one does. Corey is built and has a nice shape. His shoulders are broad, his pecs are strong, and his solid torso narrows slightly before broadening again to his powerful thighs. He catches her staring multiple times while they’re both on all fours scrubbing. She’s not trying to hide it. Corey can’t help but watch her, too.

Navy blotches of sweat consume the blue of Corey’s tee until he peels it off. One side of his boxers looks rusty with diluted blood. They strip the body and wrap it in a tarp and duct tape. Corey dresses himself in the guy's clothes for a minute to haul the body to the bed of the truck in the carport. The broken TV and lampshade follow.

When he comes back inside, he can't get the clothes off soon enough, even though his sweat is cold and the air is chilly. Corey feels dirtier from wearing the dead guy's seedy, woman-beating clothes than he does from anything else. He feels dirtier than he did in the sewer. She seems to read his mind. "There's water, but it's not hot."

There's a bathroom attached to a bedroom with a full bed, low to the ground. In the shower, the icy water shrinks him and grounds him. With blood rushing back to his brain, he thinks more about the practical side of getting close to Michael.

He still thinks bringing Michael his prey is the best bet. She said he doesn't share. Corey wonders if Michael trusts him not to do anything to her, or doesn't mind killing him if he does. Hopefully sucking Michael's cum out of her didn't count. Unless it gets Michael's hand around his throat again, on second thought.

He turns off the water. She pops in to hand him a towel. He wraps it around his waist and exits into the bedroom. There’s a small shelf with a TV and VCR. The TV has an old-school antenna. The shelf has a small VHS collection.

Corey sits on the edge of the bed and goes through the tapes: Black Christmas, Scream, Hellraiser. The Blair Witch Project is on the bed. He picks it up from the mattress and lies back against the wall to read the cover. He’s exhausted. He never intended to stay this long. It's inertia at this point. And lack of clothes.

The doorbell rings, and Corey's heart goes to his throat. An adolescent voice asks, "Blair?" It's pizza. She ordered pizza with a dead body in the carport. At least she used a fake name. He looks at the VHS box and smiles. He listens as she flirts with the pizza boy, then the door slams. Corey shakes his head and laughs silently. She sure knows how to entertain herself. He's starving.

She brings a meat-lovers pizza to the bedroom along with clean-ish clothes: a white tee and her own pajama pants. The pants are small but stretchy and soft. The shirt is too tight and not stretchy, but he's too cold not to wear it. His curls are still wet. They eat on the bed and turn on the Blair Witch Project. He should really get going soon, but when he thinks about Joan fussing over him, it's an easy decision to stay awhile longer.

The small shirt exposes the bottom of his solid torso, and the PJs give him a prominent bulge, even soft. Corey feels exposed, but at the same time, the soft pants feel great as they hug his ass and cradle his junk.

The two of them huddle under an old crocheted blanket. They start off side by side, then she puts her leg over his, and her head in the crook of his strong arm. A while later, he turns away from the movie to face her, with his head resting in one hand. His other hand strokes her midriff, making her look small. "Do you think he'll kill me?"

"Your hands are cold," she responds. She wraps her arms around herself. "He hasn't killed you yet." She sits up and takes off her jeans.

"Do you want these back?" He looks down at his pants.

"Nah, they look good on you. Just keep me warm." She smiles. When she gets back in the blanket, she lies in front of him so they're both facing the TV. She pulls the blanket tighter. Her hair smells clean. She settles into his body. He inhales her hair and relaxes. His hand drifts into her panties, and he presses the hardness of his pants into her.

"You don't wanna do that," she says.

"But I do," he whispers huskily. She sighs softly, but remains resolute. He gives up on getting into her pants and wraps his arms around her tighter. The curves of her body will keep arousing him, but he's already come twice today and taken a cold shower. He'll survive.

Corey hasn't thought about Allyson for hours until now. He feels amazing with Allyson because it's the first time he let his guard down in so long. Allyson is pretty, she's funny, and she seems to really like him. But she's not on the same wavelength. He's not even sure she's living in the same dimension, or if there's a way to bring her over. He feels understood by the deputy. With her, he feels close to Michael. Michael doesn't share, he thinks .

He drifts off pretending Michael is a third spoon behind him.

***

The VHS ends with a click and the TV turns to static. There's no light from outside. Corey dreams he's in Michael's lair. Michael hugs him tight from behind, then puts him in a sleeper hold. Corey wakes up horny and gasping for air.

His bedmate is roused by the gasping, grinds her ass into him, and sighs in her sleep as she settles again. She must be cold. Corey grinds into her and pre-cum begins to wet the pajama pants. The pants are so tight. He reaches down and frees himself. The waistband under his ballsack urges him into her.

He nestles his wood between her thighs in a warm nook that feels made for him. It's so cozy. She grinds her ass back and he feels her folds moisten against his cock. He gently slides against her, barely moving at first, back and forth with small pulses.

He doesn't enter her, yet. He slides his cock along her seam until he passes her clit and feels the cold air on the other end, then pulls back and does it again. She grinds back more, and her relaxed hand sleepily comes down to his cockhead. His cock is hastened by her slickness.

He breathes heavily, fucking the sleeve formed by her thighs and seam. The tunnel barely accommodates his girth. She moans in her sleep. Her hand stays in front of her. Her slick fingers graze the head of his cock every time he reaches the wall of her hand. Soon her fingers are pressing back each time. His eyelids grow heavy.

He thrusts gently again and again into her thigh gap. The head of his cock hits her fingers and they press back harder this time. They curl. They nudge him in line with her entrance. The next time he thrusts, he's sheathed by a much tighter, warmer, wetter sleeve. His breath hitches and his chest fills with butterflies.

She moans softly, tilting her hips and pushing back with her ass. He tries to stay still and briefly considers pulling out. Her ass pushes back again, then again, and again in a slow rhythm. She fucks herself on his cock.

Corey tries not to move, but he can't resist. He's already inside her. He wraps his top arm around her for leverage, cups her breast, and thrusts his full length into her pussy, his girth spreading her folds. He plunges into her deeper, his entire shaft engulfed by her warmth. He presses his mouth to her hair and tries not to make a sound. Her hair smells like mint.

He slides himself into her even harder. She's so hot and wet. It feels unbearably good. Better than he's ever felt inside anyone. He bites his lip, trying not to vocalize. Her walls clench around him. She moans and breathes, "Michael ."

The sound of his name is too much. Corey's balls tighten, his ass clenches, he gasps, and his cock erupts. He repeats "Michael," deep and soft, as his load pumps into her. It’s a surprising amount of cum, given his recent relief.

He stays inside her, breathing, falling back asleep. He feels safe. As he dozes off and shrinks out of her, she stirs. Her hand comes to her seam and hits his cock. She jolts awake and flips over. "Corey! What the fuck?" The fog clears from his head and a sense of shame and dread sets in.

"You should really go, she says," as she gets up. The backs of her thighs shine with their combined juices. She pulls her jeans over her perfect ass but doesn't button them. She stomps down the hall, fetches Corey's jumpsuit, and shoves it into his chest as he stands there, stunned.

"I'm sorry, really - I thought you wa-"

"I want you alive, you idiot."

"You do?" This shouldn't flatter him, but it does. If he were her – that is, if Michael owned him - he can't imagine caring about anyone else.

They stand in the hall and look at each other. Corey's heart is racing. She softens her gaze, steps closer, and plays with a ringlet of his hair. Her eyes are sad. Corey breaks the silence, "How will he know?" He feels like he knows the answer - Michael is an apex predator.

"Following him around like a puppy isn't going to help.” Her face looks pained. “Stay away from him, Corey." He opens the front door. Dawn is breaking. She puts her hand on his to stop him. She searches his eyes and seems to sense his plans. “Hey, seriously. Don’t do anything stupid.”

He stops and turns around. He presses his nose and lips into her hair and inhales, then tilts her chin upward. He gives her a long, hard kiss, breathing in through his nose. His lips release hers and she brings her hand to her mouth, her eyes darting around outside.

He closes the door behind him, undeterred.

CONTINUE WITH CHAPTER 4

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham smut #halloween ends #corey cunningham x michael myers #corey cunningham #peepaw myers #michael myers #michael myers fanfic #michael myers x reader #michael myers smut #slasher fucker #rock bottom fic #toxicanonymity oc #rock bottom ch 3 #toxicanonymity ☠️#rock bottom fic ☠️

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Master and Crazy Handcanons

Both:

Both are collectors, hobby-wise. They also enjoy sparring and partaking in games + competitive activities.

Born from the same source, twin brothers. Perhaps even the same person. Regardless, two halves of a whole.

It did take Crazy Hand some time to make his presence known to the smashers but Master Hand always knew him.

MH used to be rather ashamed of CH because of his role as a destructive other half, but learned to accept his presence. On the other hand, once upon a time CH was very envious of MH's ability and drive to create but learned to appreciate his own abilities.

Both are charismatic. While they present as more antagonistic, in the end it's all kayfabe and they care a lot about the smashers.

Oversee everything, basically. Doing a lot of behind the scenes work with the help of spirits, miis and other powerful beings throughout the worlds. MH does the more general stuff, and CH the dirtier work

kind of aware of the meta of everything being a video game, kind of not. Schrodingers 4th wall awareness. when it's quirky.

Both go by he/him.

rest is under the cut for length

Master Hand:

The Creator. The Ringleader. Voice of reason.

Used to play up the evil ambiguity more, but now he's more into presenting as the ultimate foe in a more benign way. Like Max Brass or some sort of top dog boxer.

Also the announcer.

Early bird, and early to go to bed. cannot stay up late to save his life. I mean he will to battle for many a kid playing under the covers

Very organized in routine and actual cleanliness. Loves his lists and itineraries and sorting cabinets. Yes, he is creative and never super-uptight, but he needs some semblance of routine.

While he tries to keep Crazy in check, he is still up for some mayhem every now and then and is totally game for dishing out beatdowns together whenever!

Very hush-hush about Master Core, hates its presence within him.

Still very guilty about not being able to prevent or do much during WOL. Subspace? Okay. That was a mess but he did what he could. With Galeem and Dharkon? He feels he should've been able to fight back and see the warning signs.

Very stern and distrusting towards Tabuu, Galeem and Dharkon. Not fond of them but is keeping them around to keep an eye on them.

Doesn't like to show weakness. He knows a lot of people rely on him and would rather die than see them feel helpless.

Great at cooking! Everything he makes is great, the smashers cannot get enough. Though a lot of the smashers can cook and do so for each other, on special occasions he will treat.

Needs more hobbies, a vacation and some therapy. please.

Crazy Hand:

A destroyer. Source of chaos. Chronically silly.

It's just... his nature. He has a lot of energy but he hasn't ever been able to make and retain something. He has, however, been able to break things down and mess them up. As mentioned above, once upon a time this was disheartening to him, but he was learned to work with it and take joy in it. That, and by being a part of Smash he has helped cultivate something beautiful in his own way. Very proud of himself!

Really plays up the supervillain sort of vibe, esp in comparison to his brother. He's like a scare actor. He tones everything down if he sees someone is actually scared.

Huge prankster

Night Owl. Keeps an eye out after dark, making sure curfews are met (for the kids mainly, gotta get their sleep) and that mischief is kept to a minimum. But he will also be a boogeyman of sorts and cause a bit of mischief, as he loves to spook those who decide to stay up late.

Gives more leeway. If you know Master Hand will say no, consider asking Crazy for what you want! He's like the cool uncle if Master Hand is more like a team dad. Gotta make up for brutality on the battlefield somehow!

Likes to collect quirky, kitschy stuff. Lots of weird collections. Rocks shaped like presidents. Beanie babies stitched together like the human centipede. WMDs. Garfield Fish Tank Owner.

Oh I bet he does keep fish also. He'd be good at it. Another thing where he can actually take care of something and not destroy it.

Don't trust him with gardening though. Or cooking.

Into horror and weirder stuff, but prefers campier stuff. Can't stomach super horrific and dramatic stuff or gory stuff.

Easily moved by movies.

If he's quiet. Assume something is wrong. He's either doing something in secrecy or really upset. Hopefully the former and he's just about to pull off some crazy prank.

Got over Subspace and WOL relatively easily compared to others but is worried about how they affected others, especially MH.

He was also still shaken up from being controlled by Dharkon

Dislikes Galeem and Tabuu, sees them as stuck-up pricks. Feels sympathy towards Dharkon as the guy is Chronically Miserable and he sees that it was acting out of misplaced rage and dispair. Doesn't make it right but CH knows what it's like to be full of the need to destroy and raise hell. This has lead to him being more forgiving and trying to befriend his former adversary

#ssbu #super smash brothers #super smash ultimate #super smash bros ultimate #ssbu headcanons #headcanon #crazy hand #master hand #ssbu headcanon #headcanons

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darkpoisonouslove · 1 month

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Trivia Tuesday

Who says Trivia Tuesday is only for written works?

I have been putting this off for 3 months but I wanted to share this compilation of my favorite moments from my Daylight video for Griffin x Valtor and do some commentary on them, talk about the process behind this video.

*I chose to overlay the song from the beginning instead of making you listen to the different segments that go with the footage smashed together in a cacophony. Here's the full video if you want to reference which parts of the song correspond to the respective segments.

There is no reason for me to bring this up other than that in the og video the line "you and I drink the poison from the same vine" just so happens to play while this is going on. I swear that was not on purpose. I chose the vine attack against Valtor because of the dark green glow around the stem which looks like Griffin's magic in order to make this more convincing... and then I realized that this moment happened right as that lyric was playing.

This whole segment starting from Griffin and Faragonda and then switching to Valtor in his lonely tower before Griffin contacts him because she wants to talk to him too and can't tear herself away is just so wistful and nostalgic and the music (especially in the actual video) only adds to that vibe. They're both brooding - out of the daylight - because they despise their obsession with each other but still can't help it.

I especially love that he proceeds to break into Alfea to talk to her and she blasts him with a vortex of books because she sensed his presence (I just didn't include that part in this compilation because then I'd have to post the entire video). It is a headcanon that I've had for a while that because they were partners for so long and the Dragon Fire is the most powerful magic which created the whole universe, Griffin has learned to home in on his magical signature because she can distinguish it from anyone else's.

-- Join me. -- A horrible idea.

I find this moment utterly hilarious. I don't really have anything else to say about it but I guess I can share the process of picking the dialogue for the video. Valtor's lines were easier to pick because they mostly come from a couple of scenes but I had to scour the entire season 1 (aka every scene with Griffin) to figure out which of Griffin's lines can be useful and then I had to piece together actual conversations from them, the one above being my magnum opus.

I simply enjoy the way I made these two different scenes fit together into one to make it look like his whole "teleporting in your chair" shtick happens right in front of Griffin's and the viewer's eyes. This is why I love video editing!

This one! Oh, this was a legendary moment for me! A whole new step in my video making career. I feel like I unlocked a whole new part of my brain when I realized that I could use the mirror effect to showcase Griffin's spell creating her clone. I have never used the mirror effect before and finding such great application for it that adds to the story (because I wasn't sure my idea with the spell was coming through before I came up with this) was certainly a highlight of my video making process.

Kind of on the other end of the spectrum this is here because I wanted to explain that the vortex is the portal that Griffin opens to sneak back to her office and catch Valtor off guard while he's watching her clone. I wasn't sure all of that was clear but I was running out of ideas, mental energy and remaining seconds from the song so I kind of had to speedrun that if I wanted to fit everything in the video.

I thought Valtor deserved a taste of his own medicine (aka payback for the illusion spell he used on Griffin, Faragonda and Saladin at Light Rock lake). Is this scenario realistic? Mayhaps not. But! Griffin used to study under Lysslis with him so she could have picked up some very convincing illusion magic too!

I'm thinking that perhaps I would have been able to provide more insight into the video and my thoughts on it if I had written this back in January when I could still remember the process of making this but it is what it is. I got to talk about it again and rediscover some of the joys that this particular video brought to me which was fun! And now this post works as a throwback to refresh all our memory on my latest efforts in video making before we see where I go from here.

#winx club #griffin x valtor #winx griffin #winx valtor #covenshipping #my video #video #trivia tuesday

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oddella37 · 1 year

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Uprooted and Adjusted (Part 2)

Summary: After being taken captive by the Sky Demons, Y/n tries to make acquaintances with the human boy named Spider. Eventually he helps her escape the deadly hands of the Sky Demons.

part 1 // Part 3

I was held at the top of the Demons’ ship. My hands were still bound, as I stood beside the human boy who I had come to learn his name is Spider.

He was not bound, but he explained to me that he couldn’t leave, how they would track him through his mask. He tried talking to me to take my mind off of the events happening out on the water. He told me stories about his friends, Toruk Makto’s children from the oldest to the youngest. The oldest, Neteyam, followed by Kiri, who is adopted, then Lo’ak who is Spider’s best friend, and Tuk who is the youngest. He told me how the Sully’s helped to raise him and teach him the Na’vi ways. They taught him how to hunt and speak Na’vi.

He continued telling me stories until we eventually felt the ship stop. We both turned out heads to the large windows to see Demon Na’vi flying on what Spider told me were ikran. Something the forest Na’vi rode to fly around. They held large net and landed on the deck of the ship. Spider gasped from beside me and whispered, “That’s Lo’ak.”

Before I had time to process his words, Spider took off running down the hall, fighting any of the men in his path.

With my bound wrists I knew I wouldn’t make it as far as he would, especially with the guard who already had an arm around me.

I watched out the window as I saw Spider approach the Na’vi on the deck. Two of them were a vibrant blue color while there was one who looked like me. She was Metkayina.

I studied them. If I had to guess, which I sort of do, the older boy must’ve been Lo’ak while the young one of the group must’ve been Tuk.

It wasn’t long before Spider was dragged back away from his friends and back up the stairs where we were both now being held in place to ensure no other escapes.

Spider and I watched closely as tsuraks came into view from a distance. They stopped a good ways away from the ship, stuck in a stand still.

It was a while before any movement was made. I watched carefully when a Forest Na’vi began to come forward, away from the army that was behind him. I could only guess him to be the one and only Jake Sully.

Everything was moving in slow motion as something broke free of the water, a massive Tulkun leaped onto the ship, shaking everything and everyone inside. I gasped and held onto Spider to keep the both of us steady. I gazed at the tulkun and recognized the creature with the missing fin.

“Payakan,” I spoke aloud. Spider looked at me with confusion, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the change, for once I could teach him something. “Payakan, he is an outcast Tulkun. All Tulkun stay together, but he is a killer of Na’vi so he is outcast,” I paused, watching as the massive Tulkun dove back into the water. “And here he is, saving us,” I laughed as I felt tears trying to drip from my eyes.

Spider smiled and looked up at the captains of the ship while they tried to do damage control. “Well we can’t let him be the only one,” Spider said when he suddenly grabbed a red metal object and hit the captain with it before smashing at the control panel. I grinned at him and followed his lead, grabbing the gun from the surprised demon beside me and hit him over the head with it and began smashing at the controls as well.

The ship began moving forward rapidly as Spider and I were grabbed. The Demons tried to get control of the ship back, but we were running into rocks and ramping over them before they could stop anything. Everyone was momentarily thrown into the air before we landed back into the water. I hit the ground roughly and dropped the weapons from my hand.

I heard the captains talking back and forth frantically, seeming panicked when suddenly everyone began to leave, Spider and I being dragged with them. I gave my newfound friend a panicked look and he gave me a sly grin. “We’re evacuating. This ship is going down,” He said triumphantly.

A grin spread across my face as we both were guided down the stairs to get what the demons were calling ‘lifeboats’.

I simply followed along, knowing when we got to the water, I would be able to escape. The men kept seemingly nagging at Spider who kept pushing them the same as they pushed us. I silently wished I could react that way without a weapon being pointed at me.

We walked for what felt like ages and I felt so lost from all the twists and turns. The ship abruptly began to shake which made me stumble. One of the demons grabbed my braid to keep me from getting far to which I hissed at, bearing my fangs.

At that moment, the man was suddenly on the ground. A blur of vibrant blue being my only warning before I was pulled by my wrists away from the demons.

I realized what was happening and quickly reached down to grab a knife off of the demon on the ground. I was yanked away and behind a wall where we took cover from the deadly bullets.

A swift cut of the blade I had freed my wrist and suddenly I felt like a feral animal again. I could once again fight and defend myself. I took a second to recognize the two Forest Na’vi. I was not sure who was who, but I knew they were Neteyam and Lo’ak.

The younger of the two boys used a gun he had snagged to shoot at the demons who were now trying to kill us. He was younger so I had to guess he was Neteyam? Or was it Lo’ak who was the younger one? There was so much information to remember.

“Lo’ak,” The older boy scolded, pulling him into safety. Ah, so I had it backwards.

Neteyam Pointed towards the pool in the deck which we could easily swim away through. Which would be the sane idea.

I so badly craved the blood of these monsters, but I couldn’t do it with other lives at risk. I pushed Spider and Lo’ak towards the pool as they took off running for it and looked back at Neteyam who was trying to ward away the demons. I pulled at his arm towards our escape and only when the bullets began flying and his gun was empty did he duck back behind the wall.

“Come, we must go,” I insisted as he nodded and made his way to the water. I took the gun from him and threw it with all my might at the closest demon. I hit it square in the head and cheered in triumph as I saw it fall to the ground.

My triumph was short-lived when I was pulled into the water by a strong arm. Bullets whizzed into the water with us and I felt a painful burn in my shoulder and looked down to see blood mixing into the water.

Neteyam grabbed me and we both began to swim away to safety after Spider and Lo’ak.

When we surfaced, Lo’ak and Spider were cheering and celebrating their escape. I looked over at Neteyam whose face was scrunched in pain. I dipped my head under the water to see his hand held against his abdomen where blood was spreading into the water. I lifted my head just in time to hear the words from Neteyam as he grabbed my arm. He looked worried, and spoke to his brother words I didn’t understand.

Lo’ak swam over and I looked from him to Neteyam, “You are hit,” I said, reaching for his arm that held his wound. He tried to maneuver away from my touch, but I was able to grab him and feel for the wound. I was able to quickly realize how deep it was and he was unable to hide his pain when I began to put pressure on it.

A Metkayina woman joined us, she rode on an ilu as Lo’ak and she began to work together getting Neteyam onto the ilu. Lo’ak offered to help me up, but I simply took hold of the ilu’s fin with my uninjured arm and rode along while we got to land.

Once we made it to a decent sized rock everyone worked together to help Neteyam up to rest. “Guys I am fine, please.” he tried to calm everyone, only wincing at his own words. Once onto land I began to look and care for my shoulder. I couldn’t stop the guild that crept from my stomach to my chest as I remembered my betrayal. I hurt this family in front of me by leading the demons to them, I almost got one of them killed because I was weak.

The Metkayina woman began to work at his wound, trying to help ease his pain. I could tell by the way she worked that she had worked with a Tsahik before and was doing well at helping him. An Older forest Na’vi man joined them and helped, keeping Neteyam’s attention away from the pain that I could only experience from his cries.

I watched closely as they fished the bullet out of him before patching up his wound. Neteyam’s cries slowly died down as all that was left was his heavy breathing.

“He will be okay, but he must get away from battle,” The girl explained to the older man that I guessed to be Jake Sully.

One of the ikrans appeared out of nowhere as a woman leaped off of it, “Neteyam!” She cried, leaning down beside who I could only assume to be her son. She kneeled behind him and I heard her mutter soft prayers to the great mother, thanking Eywa for his life being intact.

The Metkayina girl stood and approached me. She seemed to watch me like I was a feral animal that would attack at any moment. She kneeled beside me and inspected my shoulder while the family discussed the recent events and how this all happened. She put pressure on it, triggering a hiss from me.

“I am Tsireya. What is your name?” She tried to ask, attempting to take my mind off of the pain she was causing me.

“Y/n,” I told her before letting out a cry of pain as I felt her dig into my shoulder, trying to pull the bullet out. I felt dramatic when I noticed the family looking over at me. I quickly looked away, trying to keep from making eye contact.

“She’s from one of the clans,” I heard Spider tell them, “They took her captive so she’d guide them to you.”

Jake Sully stood and walked over to me, kneeling beside me. Without another thought, I bowed in front of him, wincing in pain when Tsireya’s hand slipped due to my movement. He began speaking to me in the demon language and I looked at him with no understanding.

“She only speaks Na’vi, Jake.” Spider laughed at the older man’s attempts.

Jake shook his head at himself and looked at me, “You do not have to bow to me, kid,” He told me. I gave him a wary look, “But you are Toruk Makto,” I told him. “I betrayed you and hurt your family by telling the demons your location. I am very sorry,” I could not help the cracks in my voice as my words fell.

A hand fell on my head. It was oddly soothing, “And how many of your family died to protect mine?” He asked me. He didn’t need an answer. He already knew. “Thank you.” He told me, bowing his own head.

The moment was short lived when Tsireya ripped the bullet from my shoulder, a scream coming with it. Jake quickly applied pressure to my wound while Tsireya disposed of the bullet and began to wrap it to stop the bleeding.

Jake’s kind demeanor changed suddenly as he turned to his sons. “Where are your sisters?” He demanded. They both looked at each other, looking lost.

“She’s at the moon pool, they have her,” Tsireya responded to him, “We didn’t have time to turn back for them.”

Jake looked at his mate, they had a silent conversation with one another as they both stood. “You kids stay here. We’re going to get your sisters,” He paused, looking at Spider, “I need you to show me where this moonpool is.”

Spider nodded, “Yes, sir,” he responded while they all split off.

Not long after they took off, Lo’ak stood up, “You guys stay here. I’m going to help my dad.”

Tsireya tried to stop him, but it was no use. We watched as he swam off to help. I looked a Tsireya, who looked at me obviously worried. I looked over at Neteyam who was still inhaling deep breaths, I moved over towards him. His eyes were half lidded and I bowed my head at him. “Thank you for saving my life,” I told him and he laughed weakly.

“It is no problem. I am used to it by now,” He breathed out. I smiled and looked over at the massive ship as it began to sink, praying to Eywa that everything would end okay.

#na'vi #x reader #awow x reader #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x y/n #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #jake sully #fanfiction #fluff #part 2

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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hihi!! could i ask an omori headcannon with an gn reader that loves videogames?? if you already do, could ya do with an reader that loves the stars?? SORRY IF I'M BROTHRJRGTIGN YOU SKDLVJSKL

MIKU DANCING BTW

RW OMORI gang with a reader who loves video games

includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, MARI, and BASIL

A/N: i have not done this so!!i also might do the stars request sometime :3 and you aren't bothering anyone i promise🫶 it has come to my attention after writing this that i mentioned wii's and controllers a lot. i grew up a console gamer and since omori kinda takes place in like the 2000's there isn't much pc stuff oops🤫

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SUNNY

i just KNOW he loves video games. he locks himself in his room and plays games on his puter for like 8 hours straight

his favorite games are RPGs and shooters!!! he really likes the old-school super mario bros games, and he likes smash bros sometimes but rages too hard at it

he can coach you in shooters so you absolutely DESTROY the competition. like he has a little mic in ur ear telling you what to do like you're playing sports

he also LOVES when you teach him game tactics, like his eyes are sparkling when you show him a sick combo in smash bros or an animation cancel. he thinks you're so cool for knowing that

he is always daydreaming about games and games actually affect a lot of stuff in headspace for him!!!! like a bunch of boss fights are based off of bosses in his fav childhood games

as a kid he always took his gameboy everywhere, and you always watch him play and cheer him on. and he lets you play with it too!!

AUBREY

video games are more of a nostalgic thing for her, like for her they're childhood memories of playing mario on kel's wii and getting super competitive with him

she likes to watch you play!! like if you're stuck in a certain part of a game she'll brainstorm and try to help you out. she's also very impressed that your brain can comprehend it all, for her it all just melts together

honestly i think she'd kinda suck at a lot of games but give her a controller on a FPS shooter and she's like. laughing maniacally and going on a killing spree

she definitely has some. errrr . rage issues. you might wanna take your controller back before she can throw it at the wall. she doesn't say ez or anything but if her teammates are trash-talking her she gets BRUTAL and bullies the shit out of them

she likes RPGs for awhile but when she gets stuck or lost she gets angry and gives up LMFAO. huffs and thanks you if you help her out but still might not play the game out of spite

KEL

he played more games in his childhood, but he's always been a tryhard!!!!

he doesn't rage, but he gets really competitive and tries REALLY hard. esp if he's against aubrey. he was more of a sore loser as a kid, now he's a better sport. still super sweaty though

lots of playing mario kart!!! the only other big game lover in the group is sunny so you three end up playing games on kel's wii together. kel prefers to play it himself but if you wanna take a turn he's all for watching you play!

he cheers you on and tells you to absolutely demolish the enemy team. like he's hovering over you and shouting like "HE's RIGHT THERE HE'S RIGHT THERE"

hero ends up telling u all to get outside and play when u end up sitting on the couch for hours. you groan but reluctantly comply

he appreciates it if you coach him in a game,, he's really great at fighting games like mortal kombat but he kinda sucks ass at FPS shooters. RPGs he just doesn't find entertaining and usually gets distracted

i can see him liking GTA but never being allowed to play it, so if you have it he'd play it at your house (u two giggle together when he enters the strip club) (and hero yells at you both for it)

HERO

hero never really played many games, only as a small child on his gameboy. sometimes he'd watch kel play games but other than that he isn't experienced

honestly. he goes into a game saying he doesn't know how to play and is gonna get his shit rocked and he sucks sooo bad and then he is GODLY at the game.

like he picks up the controller and his thumbs just start moving even if he has no idea what's going on. it kinda pisses u off LMFAO

he's great at gaming but doesn't find much interest in it, he'd love to watch you play though!! he thinks it's so cool how you understand everything that's going on on the screen

probably gets you an old-school gaming device like a gameboy or nintendo DS as a gift,, he thinks you'd appreciate it because it's 'vintage', and buys cartridges of games from his childhood so you can experience it with him!!

MARI

she doesn't game often (at all) but when she does she's AMAZING AT IT. like you introduce her to a game expecting to absolutely roll her and so ur about to go easy on her and you get DESTROYED

and she'll get all smug and act innocent about it too. like "oh haha i haven't played this in so long i'm surprised i'm still good at it!😊😊" all while literally wiping the floor with you

she claps for you and tells you she's proud of you if you beat a certain level or level up or something. she'll like make you a special treat too even if it's something small (she's very proud!!)

always insisting that you and sunny 1v1 or play together. she thinks it'd be so cute to have you to share something you both love!!!!

she never rages or anything, but i can see her getting really dirty sometimes with trash-talk. like if someones being mean to you in vc or match chat she's angrily typing the worst things imaginable and telling you not to look

BASIL

like aubrey, games are more nostalgic childhood things for him. like he remembers always watching sunny play on his gameboy and cheering on sunny and kel when they played games on saturdays

he's okay at gaming, like he's not bad but he's not good. he's okay at FPS games and shooters but he prefers RPGs and cute games like minecraft and stardew valley. indie games and games like OMORI r stuff i think he'd like too

loves to watch you play, and if you ask him if he wants to try he might hesitate but agrees and starts SHREDDING. idk i feel like he'd he really good at cod zombies even if he thinks he sucks. like he literally is so good at it it's annoying

very encouraging. he is your #1 cheerleader when playing

when he's in the store and sees like merch of games or figurines he always thinks of you like 'oh Y/N would like that!!' and if he can afford it then he gives it to you all casually

"yeah i saw this $300 figurine at the store, it made me think of you! ... do you not like it? i can bring it back !!!!"

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