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bidisaster-peanut-romano · 2 years

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johnny n peanut headcanons? i have greaser brainrot and i need it for my soul 🤲

ooh that’s just my soft spot, i love you for this ask

first of all, peanut is one year younger than johnny, and they met when he was a freshman

ever since day 1 peanut looked up a lot to him. johnny helped him assimilating into the school environment, introduced him to the greasers clique, and made him his right hand man as soon as he became leader (reasonably during the second or third year of school??)

johnny also trusts peanut with his life actually. like, peanut is loyal by nature, but johnny just knows that peanut has got his back for anything, and he does the same for him

johnny is insecure as hell. it’s not like he’s not strong, but he feels he has to act tougher than maybe he’d like to, so at times, esp when he’s in a bad mood, he can come off as cold or rude or bossy. but with peanut he allows himself to take the mask off and just... be himself, be as deep and romantic and insightful as he feels like, without fearing he’ll be judged as less. peanut is kind of his rock, the one he turns to when he feels lost. like a lighthouse

and peanut listens; he is a more empathetic person than it’d be safe to be and he understands how johnny works. to the point that he can also be the one to ground him when johnny isn’t quite in himself. he’s always got the right thing to say to make johnny smile, and him? well he smiles at almost everything johnny can tell him. also because he adores the way johnny might not know the color of his eyes, but he remembers all the small things, his favorite ice cream or his favorite line from that movie they saw together and the way his nostril curls when he smiles. and does peanut love that about him

JESUS CHRIST I JUST REMEMBERED. do u know that one scene from the iliad when odysseus and tow other guys go call achilles to get back to war and they find him playing the lyre melancholically as patroclus just sits in front of him and listens? yeah. that one scene. that’s them ur honor

but really, like. not so differently from patroclus peanut has an almost idealized picture of johnny in his mind, and he adores him with a devotion that can even be self-destructive at times (and lucky, as the observant and realistic almost pessimistic guy he is, has always told him how worried he is about this, not only for peanut himself but for the dynamics of the whole clique). devotion, of course, johnny isn’t aware of in the slightest

like at the same time he wants to be him and to be with him and to be in his shoes and live his life and live life by his side. does that make sense

peanut is the only person who’s ever been at johnny’s house- not even lola was ever called there. i think johnny has a difficult relationship with his parents, and even though i’m not sure about the rumor donald spreads that they’re both in prison, i figure they have been at least for some time. in any case, i think they also have a bad relationship with each other- in general, johnny doesn't really feel at ease about his nuclear family, so he doesn’t alk about it much. but peanut knows everytime something happens with them, and he’s been at his place many times during the years

peanut has got a better relationship with his mother (i hc him has not knowing his father tbh), but she doesn’t like johnny a lot as she thinks he seems a bit too imposing. nonetheless, this doesn’t stop them from hanging out at his place, too

johnny is also the only one who knows that peanut would like to study engineering in college; he doesn’t really talk about it, because it would bring bad luck, but he has confided it to johnny and he is his number one supporter; he really is ready to help him with whatever he might need, whether it’s money or a place to stay or just support

whenever they need to clear their head, they know they can just call each other, take their bikes and ride together a while, go somewhere and vent. they are just there for each other yknow

also sometimes one of them will make some cool change to the bike and call the other up and he’ll be the one to try first the new thing. nothing better than seeing the other’s eyes shine with pride

whenever the greasers have a party, you know they will go to bed late and slum around in the tenements and all. they are always the last ones to go to bed; they’ll just sit in a room by themselves, maybe near a window or not, have a smoke together and talk maybe till morning. talk about movies and dreams and bikes and god and leather. they fell asleep practically cuddled together more than once.

johnny started smoking during his freshman year, but he almost always forgot the cigarettes somewhere; during his sophomore year, when peanut arrived at school, he’d sometimes ask him if he had cigarettes. at some point peanut started carrying a pack around just for him.

johnny is also the one who got him his nickname, as he offered him a sandwich; it was in that occasion that larry found out he was allergic to peanuts. johnny was to one who tended to him when he was sick at his stomach and the nickname stuck

also this is not a headcanon but tad spencer has a quote where he says “when i get through with him, you’ll see that peanut is not that hard to crack”. just putting it out there make it what you want

(no i’m kidding my idea is that tad, being ambitious and manipulative, means to somehow break peanut, therefore making johnny crack and consequently the whole greasers clique, so he can get rid of the obstacle and focus on the preps. just imagining you know.)

yes because the thing is that. johnny is kind of a vacant bullet as a person yknow. like he’s got a fire inside but sometimes it can be hard to keep under control. peanut is kind of his moral compass, the one that keeps him grounded and lucid and stops him from going berserk and burn down everything around him, friends and foes alike. and johnny and peanut are both aware of this

#lmao i left out aaaaaaall the stuff concerning lola. which is a whole other can of worms.AS IN #lolas presence influences A LOT their relationship and their characters. but the post wouldve been THRICE as long #so let that be for another time <3 whenever anyone feels like it <3 unless i do it on my own before <3 #also this feels more like a #bully meta #than an actual collection of headcanons. but whatever i guess???#I HOPE U LIIKE ALL OF THIS IVES. i think u just meant a couple cute hcs but my fingers slipped #also friendly reminder that i love ur greasers and bully art with my heart i think id sell my soul for it <33 #headcanons #bully #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully cce #bully canis canem edit #greasers #johnny vincent #peanut romano #reqs #odyposts

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allfearstofallto · 2 months

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C, H, I, L, D, E for Childe 😋😋!! (Keeping up with the theme of Childe lovers in ur ask box)

YOU CHILDE FANS MAKE ME SICK!!

Anyways, this was so fucking fun to write, thanks you!!

TW: finishing inside, breeding, public sex, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, prostitution (??) (kinda?? spoilers he fucks for information)

ABSOLUTELY 18+ MINORS DNI

C um - Anything to do with cum, basically

His seed is precious. It's what he'll use to make children with you soon, so why shouldn't it be deep inside you? Your tight hole swallows him so much, it's able to take a little more. No matter what position he fucks you in, whether it's on your back with your legs up, or bent over whatever piece of furniture is the closest, he finishes inside you. He holds steady with his hips pressed against yours until every drop of him is inside you. His favorite part is pulling out and watching his cum dribble out, happy to have bred you with it.

H air - How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?

Orange is his hair color across his whole body, including down below. Coming from Snezhnaya, where the cold is constant, he isn't partial to shaving any of it. Childe makes sure it's well groomed, trimming it if it ever gets too long or uncomfortable, but he prefers his pubic hairs longer.

The sight of you with your lips around his cock is already outstanding, but when he forces your head down, making you take him all the way to base, he hisses in delight. Your nose pressed against his long patch of pubes, drool and slobber leaking down onto it messily, makes him never want to cut it.

I ntimacy - How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

He can fuck you until you're weak in the knees, unable to stand the next morning and he does like it better this way. But he also is able to be slow and sensual as well. If you're good to him, he's good to you, bringing you to the point of multiple orgasms with his fingers and tongue.

Even he can't stand a slow pace for too long though and eventually he'll start fucking into you roughly against, his dick aching for relief. But he'll still kiss you all over, praising you for taking him so well.

L ocation - Favorite places to do the do

Childe prefers places that are semi public. Places where he could get caught, but most likely won't. Places where even if a person were to walk by, the act could be covered quickly and with ease.

His favorite is the living room of his manor, with all the large windows open. You'd still be wearing your long dress, just with your panties pulled to the side and with his cock was pulled from his pants. Your bounce up and down on his dick, the fabric of your dress being enough to cover the scene. If anyone were to see, they'd think you were just too lovers, cuddling together on the couch. Little did they know he was actively creaming your insides as they walked past.

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

As much as he doesn't like to admit it, he doesn't let his cum go to waste. If you're not there to swallow it down in your mouth or pussy, then he'll drink it himself. He cums into his hand and laps it up, letting the salty liquid flow into his mouth.

Originally he did it out of what felt like obligation, but as time went on, he started to enjoy it. A part of him secretly got off on swallowing it himself, his cock growing hard as he remembered the taste.

E xperience - How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He's just about as experienced as you'd expect from someone with a face as pretty as his. Women fall at his feet constantly, so of course he's had his fair share of tastes. His perceptiveness is what really sells him though. His ability to tell slight differences in moans, or even feeling which spots make you tighten more than others.

His skills are used for more than one off flings though. While he prefers to do things the brute force way, he knows that not all missions can be solved with fists. The best way to get information out of someone, is to give them what they want, and usually that thing is his body. He'll blow their mind in bed for the right price, a deal is a deal, after all.

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin Childe Headcanons #genshin headcanons #childe smut #childe x reader smut #childe x you #genshin smut #mdni

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vendetta-ari · 3 months

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Your fav anon is backkkkk! Hey Love! May I request a Vox (and you can include Lucifer too) x Artist (f!) reader headcannons? As I’ve said before, take your time! ♡ ♡

UGHH OH MY FUCKIN GOD IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO GET TO YOUR ASK BRO ILYSM ANON TYSM FOR YOU PATIENCE UR FRFR MY FAV ANON ♡♡♡

anyways, here Luci + Vox x artist reader

Lucifer

~ Lucifer and you always create and paint things together, he loves your creativity and he adores your art

~ You and Luci exchange ducks on special days, like valentine's day, Christmas, and birthdays.

~ You always exchange art tips with each other, bother being artists and your own unique ways.

~ Many times you have painted Lucifer's ducks for him when he's feeling down.

~ You two took a picture on your anniversary and you printed it out and painted it, he hangs it up on his wall and he always says its “The best thing I've ever, ever owned my dear!” he always gets all cheery and smiles when he sees it

~ You paint lucifers nails for him, last time you made a lil duck design on them

~ People can always tell when you two have been hanging out because the two of you are all giggly and smiling covered in paint

~ You painted a mural in his room, an apple using both his and your favorite colors

~ you give all your art pieces to Luci, you tried to sell one of them and the poor guy almost cried

~ he's basically drowning in your paintings and all your artwork, he doesn't mind at all though. although he is running out of space…

~ whatever he'll just expand his room to fit more of your work.

~ you have forced Lucifer to let you do makeup on him, he wasn't too happy but you laughed your ass off at his annoyance and makeup covered face

~ He cant stay mad at you for too long though, when your mad at luci you'll grab one of his ducks and paint them a different color completely and rub paint off some off his other ducks

~ when you finally calm down you repaint all for them with him though, as an apology.

~ the two of you often take walks through the rings of hell for inspiration

~ surprisingly, the screams of everyone being tortured is great to get those creative juices flowing

Vox

☆ Now let's be for real here guys, Vox can't draw for shit, so him being with an artist reader is kinda cute and unique and funny

☆ But you on the other hand, “your art is beautiful! n’ it should be hung up in a museum or something like that doll, I seriously dunno how you do it”

☆ During certain shows where they need sets, props, or anything related to that, you'll be the one painting them being the first to volunteer you totally didn't draw a dick kn one of the sets and embarrass him on live television pft- noo psh- hah why would you ever do such a thing? it must've been val!

☆ You couldn't keep your laughter when Vox drew that picture of Alastor when be was throwing his hissy fit on live television

☆ you redraw a picture of Alastor for Vox to tear up crumble and kick around as a stress reliever

☆ Vox realized that you drew a picture of Alastor, didn't matter what it was for you still drew him, just then he got angry again and demanded that you draw a picture of him

☆ just one more thing to stroke his ego I suppose

☆ You and velvette are besties, she often steals you away from Vox so you two can draw up outfits

☆ and he totally doesn't ever never get mad at her because of that

☆ You often draw in a red and blue journal Vox gave you as a gift once, it was in a whim but you still love it dearly

☆ you draw pictures of him and you together with little hearts around them, but vox doesn't need to know that

☆ but one time he did look through your journal, out of curiosity. trying to hide the blush that spread across his face, he grabbed a pen and wrote little messages on a few of your doodles "Didn't know she was that obsessed with me" he mumbled under his breath while flipping through the pages

☆ “We're gonna recreate this photo tomorrow, meet me at my office in 4:00 dollface” -Vox

☆ when you noticed the note you almost lost your mind fangirling over this TV man

☆So you did as you were told and met him at his office, getting there a little bit early

☆ And just like that he picked you up and carried you bridal style to his chair, kissing you softly all over, with you giggling and blushing, creating your drawing perfectly.

-xoxo, Ari

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #fluff #romantic #hazbin hotel romantic #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer morningstar

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cherry-blossomtea · 11 months

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How to make money in this godforsaken anime game because I promise it’s not hard

Tips for everyone:

Universalis is free and not against TOS because it’s a website. Use this to easily see what things are selling on your world.

You should be sending your retainers out on ventures as often as you can. Send them out on explorations to get stuff to trade in for GC seals that can be used to purchase items from the quartermaster that sell well on the Marketboard as well as More Ventures. Or just send them out directly to get stuff.

Wondrous Tales has a decent payout on top of the exp boost. It’s not a lot but it’s free. Make sure you’re saving your Gil bags tho for>>

Doman Restoration in the Doman Enclave, at max level, will net you 30k gil per week. It’s not a lot but it takes five minutes a week. Use the gil bags to easily fill out your donation basket and don’t worry about canon.

Leve quests don’t pay a LOT comparatively but they are a reliable source of income for any job.

Do ur hunts. Not because this will make you gil. But because this will save you gil. Literally just slay the elite mark that week for a couple expansions, and spend your hunt tokens on aetheryte tickets. Never spend 2000 gil teleporting from Sharlayan to Radz-At-Han again.

If you like running instanced content:

Adventurer in need bonuses are not one time only. They persist even after your daily reward has been claimed

Roll on everything. Turn that into your grand company for seals. Use seals to purchase items. Sell these items. Ta-Da

Same thing for tomestones. Go buy shit from the vendors in the small cities with your poetics, and current tomestone mats will always sell well

If you like rping

Get a job. I’m serious. Clubs are always hiring wait staff and backend folks (no ERP required). I’m sure people who are in this scene know more about it than me.

ERP pays well my guy

If you like crafting/gathering

It doesn’t matter what level you’re at. Go to your crafting log. On the left hand side is three tabs marked with a stair, a bag with a star, and a book. Click into the bag menu. Scroll down to housing. Look what you can craft. See what’s selling. Purchase what materials you don’t have so long as you make a profit. Congrats.

Send your retainers out to gather items for housing crafts. Or just the mats directly and sell those. Do a little research into what free companies use for things like airship and submersible voyages/components and farm that

If you are maxed out, remember HARM—Housing, Aethersand, Raiding supplies, intermediate Materials. It can be difficult to sell gear because of market saturation, but the materials to make gear are always in high demand, especially those tricky intermediate crafts. Selling raid food and tinctures is easy money.

Diadem. Skybuilder mats sell well. Like. REALLY well. And you can hop into the diadem with a really low level. Have fun.

Speaking of the firmament, your skybuilder scrips are basically worth a fortune. Almost everything you can exchange for skybuilders scrips sells super well on the market.

Do your custom deliveries. It really doesn’t take long. Do whatever you want with the scrips. Materia always sells well.

The end

#FFXIV #I’m not adding vendor flipping here because it’s scummy imo Lmfao

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90s-2000s-barbie · 2 months

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I wanted to post my more in-depth thrift tips.

I had an ask a while ago asking for my advice on tips. And I’ve had this in my drafts for a while just to make sure I really added everything I wanted to. So I’ve been going to thrift stores and garage sales my whole life but really picked it and collecting up as a hobby in 2009. Starting with basics. When I personally thrift, I go to local flea markets, thrift stores, garage sales, church sales, goodwills, any place near by that re sells used items. It’s cheaper in person than looking online. 100%.

My Main Rules:

Never pay full price. This stuff is USED and older for that matter. I don’t care if people think it’s rare, it’s used. Some things are on their last legs of life. I can’t tell you how many times I bought a vintage item or even clothes and they break, tear ex as soon as u get home, test it out, wear it then it breaks! It happens!) always keep that in mind. I also like to keep E6000 clear glue around just in case it’s something I can fix. (If u also try E6000, make sure to follow instructions on bottle exact and it will hold up forever. I glued heavy glass and it’s still together years later)

Only possibly think of spending a little more if the item is in a box and old stock or if it’s super meaningful to you. BUT if u use my tips, u can find old stock in boxes cheap even or decent priced when thrifting. I only pay little more or seek something out if it’s meaningful to me or extremely sentimental. (Old favorite toy or I got rid of and want back, something I always wanted and can now cause I’m 30! Ex….) 😂 otherwise, I don’t buy if the price isn’t right.

If you aren’t sure if it’s actually vintage, look for the year on the item, tag ex, or if u have a phone, look it up, look up the brand! Some super old stuff don’t have years on them too so keep that in mind, helps to use google.

I feel like if u go thrifting enough, u will find whatever you are looking for eventually so if the price isn’t right, don’t buy! You will probably see it again eventually and if you also do this as a hobby, u have a lifetime to come upon it again. lol

Go when u can afford it or really want to. I use to go WEEKLY, I would find things every week cause they constantly have different stuff. lol but now I have bills now and things are expensive, so it’s just not realistic for me anymore. I go once or maybe twice a month if I’m lucky. BUT I will admit, u will find a lot of items if u go weekly and can get first dibs but it can get pricey as it all adds up of course.

Leave no stones unturned. So when I go to the thrifting, I look EVERYWHERE. I spend HOURS. lol Sometimes u find the best stuff in the weirdest spots! I found a ADULT Powerpuff girls sweater from 2000 in the kids xl section! I’ve found vintage bedding on random clothing wracks. Sometimes things get moved, you will be surprised on what u will find.

So this use to be one of my rules when I had a better phone plan lol but if I feel like I’m questioning a price on an item, I use to look it up on eBay or google. (If you use eBay, their is settings they show what items actually sell for and not just what they r listed as. THIS HELPS. Sometimes people put insane prices but they definitely aren’t selling for that much! Helps to see the actual value if u need to.)

If u go to garage sales or flea markets, don’t be scared to ask for prices or make offers. If u like it, ask! If the price isn’t right, just say thanks and go on ur merry way. Key is always be nice and respectful if they don’t budge on price. You’ll probably see it again. lol. Least u asked! I use to be too shy to ask and I’d regret it! Also I’d go home empty sometimes cause of it. But now, I seem to really connect with people and try to be nice, talk to them like a potential friend! Sometimes the interaction makes my day and I can get a laugh out of some people. Even sometimes being nice and funny person can go a long way with others. One time I went to a small town and it was the last day of garage sale weekend and people just seemed so nice and liked me, they gave me stuff for free it kept happening throughout the day! lol Sometimes people won’t budge on prices though and that’s fine. And other times, people just want stock or items gone! lol They want money, they don’t wanna take the junk back inside their home and I get it! lol for example, one place gave me stuff for free cause she was trying to get rid of kids toys, her kids had so much she gave me stuff for free, some powerpuff girl plushies for 25 cents! One time, I had a guy tell me a doll I was looking at was worth $200. (Which He was right they sold for that much in box, I looked it up when I got home) he said was worth $200 but he was asking $20 cause he wanted it sold. He had no attachment and needed extra cash as he kept buying to resell but hasn’t sold much. I told him she’s cute but idk. I kept looking at his other items. Finally when I walked away, he shouted $10! I bought her up! lol One day, I bought a giant box of McDonald’s toys, (second photo from top right above the TMNT bag) for $2 for the entire Box!! Completely full! Was a family at the flea market that was just having a garage sale so to speak, they were moving so they didn’t want anything! lol Also an example too of the opposite scenario, an older lady was selling all spice girls dolls in box for $80 dollars all together (at the time the whole lot was cheaper on eBay, they were $45 for the lot and this stuff wasn’t popular so it just wasn’t selling at the time.) I asked price of baby spice alone and she wouldn’t split the band. I said ok thanks and went on my merry way! I later in life got 3 of the girls for $10 to $6 a piece in box. lol

HAVE FUN. This is my hobby. I’ve been doing this as a hobby since 2009! Of course it takes a while to get as much as I have. But I really only recommend thrifting if u REALLY enjoy it and collecting. You really have to enjoy it and to keep going! It’s like a treasure hunt to me! I do it as a collector cause it’s a blast. I‘ve met such interesting people, I’ve seen such cool things even if I didn’t bring it home and couldn’t afford the item. It’s fun! It’s so exciting to find something on a shelf u haven’t seen in years. Also fun to find things u forgot existed or just speak to u personally! I literally buy anything that just feels like it belongs with me anymore. I fall in love with the moment I look at it. I use to think, oh people will think I’m weird? and I still remember those items I passed up YEARS later and say why did I leave that behind? lol 😂 It’s such a cool hobby. I can tell u what I paid for just about everything! 😂 I remember it all cause I really do love it and I LOVE deals.

Also, all the pictures above are mine and things I thrifted, do not steal! If u have any questions about how much I paid for some of these items, or have any questions in general, don’t be afraid to ask. If u wanna know tips about thrifting on toys, clothes, ex, please ask! I will try to help to the best of my knowledge. The 2nd photo, 6th, 7th, 9th and 10th photo are perfect examples cause it’s everything I got at ONE flea market or thrift store, just one stop. Sometimes I find full collections! Each photo are from different days but are definitely good examples. Also if I forget anything I feel is super important to add, I’ll probably post another part 2 or something. ❤️ hope this helps someone.

I think it it would be cool, if any followers decided to thrift or if you use any of my tips and find some cool stuff, to make a post and tag me! Show me ur cool finds, what tips helped the you the best if u feel like adding that.

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cybercl0ne · 11 months

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not sure if u do requests but I found ur blog recently and have been OBSESSED. I was thinking if you could do an arrange marriage fic for aizawa. I would absolutely DIE if u did. It can be any AU i wont mind since whatever u write will be amazing! I know it 💗💗💗

Will do! I love you so much. I wrote this trying to best fit my other pieces of work, so I hope you like it and I'm sorry I took so long to reply but I'm here now *plays graceful music*

Summary: Your father sells you to a man that knows you from UA.

F/M (she/her)

A/N at the bottom!!!!

TW: Abuse, mentions of Abuse, Fathers a massive dick (again), massive Angst, 18+, slow burn, porn with plot, murder, Aizawa is Yandere

You tried to keep your head down. You wanted to speak. You felt the words you wanted to say bubbling up in your throat, desperately trying to simmer.

"Don't disappoint me Y/n." You fathers booming voice bowelled. His intense aura making you feel smaller than you already were compared to him.

"Yes father." You spoke, still trying to maintain a put together face. You were slightly confused as to what was going on but would never voice it as you learned where talking out of line got you. Your mind hissed at the memories of the endless nights of torture your father would put you through just so you would never talk 'out of place' again.

Unimpressed your father scoffed, watching as the car rolled to a sudden stop. He let himself out, leaving you to bear the responsibility of fear. His assistant opened the door, his heart sharing the same hole as yours. "Good luck miss." He whispered, cheering you on knowing that this tiny act of kindness could get him killed. You gave him a warm smile innocent but filled with bloodshed, wanting to be in his shoes, even as a assistant for a man like your father. At least he could escape. At least he wasn't wasted down by the overbearing responsibilities you bared.

His shoes were different from the feet you walked with. You quickly and quietly made way to catch up with your father who still ignored your existence for as long as possible. He stepped through the sleek sophisticated door, you behind his large frame.

Life has never been fair to you or your family. When you were born your mother fell ill causing her to be hidden from the outside world. Sometimes when you’d have nightmares you’d curl into the warmth of her bony chest, watching as her warm arms wrapped around you. She’d reassure you countless times, kissing your temple. But now those days were gone. You no longer could run into your mom's touch, watch her smile glow up the room full of iv drips and medicine.

"This is Y/n. Shes the one that you will be betrothed." Your fathers familiar booming voice declared. You stood shell shocked, not wanting to believe what your eyes had soaked in. "N-no...H-he didn't say that." You blinked a few times to make sure you weren't stuck in some messed up nightmare but found you were very awake.

Your father nudged you as he placed his hands on your shoulders and activated his quirk, burning into the cloth of your clothes. You wasted no time, bowing before the strange man. "She might be a little untamed but I'm sure you'll figure it out." He said, throwing you at the man that stood before you.

Your face was nothing but mortified as you saw your father walking out of the room, still sharing the same uninterested look at you as when you were born. "F-father?" You scampered towards him, scraping yourself and ignoring the man that you fell into. He shared nothing but a simple scoff.

You blanked as your world flipped on its side. You saw your father looming over you as if he had put something rotten in his mouth. The glint that he shared between you sent your body into hives and shivers.

"I am not your father. Don't call me that." "If it were up to me, I would've never had you." "I would've sold you off to some man any day, but it appeared he was the only buyer."

"So, play nice now."

As soon as he spoke your body reacted with the only reaction it could. You hauled forward, your body rejecting everything. As you threw up all over the poor man's floor you noticed the sleek black shoes your father always wore disappear behind the black door.

You desperately reached for his long-gone presence. tears and snot uncontrollably free falling in front of you. "P-please father!"

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me behind! I-I'll be good!" Your heart wrenching words dissipated into thin air as it would never reach your targeted audience. The only man in the room however rushed to your side, immediately comforting you.

You watched as the world went black.

You woke up with a heavy migraine, your brain trying to forget the part where your father basically admits to hating you at birth. You hold your stomach as you try to muster an emotion other than grief and freedom mixed but you find yourself unable.

You look around realizing that your environment was completely different from what you knew. The spacious room overwhelmed you and the man that laid across from you spoke danger. You quickly huddled up into your legs as the strange man stirred in his sleep, transitioning to a woke state. "W-where am I?" You spoke, your voice faint and hoarse. You cringe at how little words fall from your mouth. "My house." The man utters.

You decide to take a good look at him, taking in his gruffy patch under his chin, his eyebags and his ragged black hair.

"Shota? -"

Both of your faces light up upon remembering a distant name from the past.

"Hi y/n." He breathes a breath of relief. You grabbed him immediately, embracing him tightly as he stood stunned, unsure of weather to hug you back and risk never letting you go.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Aizawa Whispered softly afraid you might float away from how light you felt in his arms. You let go, examining his face once more, fighting the urge to pepper it with soft kisses.

"Oh Aizawa..." "I-I'm so sorry..." You stuttered. You felt immense guilt as he talked his worry of you onto you.

"I had to leave UA. I wanted to be like you, a teacher but my father..." You choked, not sure if you can even call him a proper father. All he ever knew was pain.

"Don't worry. You'll be ok now." He reassured, lightly stroking your head. You whimpered into his chest, carving small circles.

For the first time in a long time you could feel yourself breathe. It was like you no longer had to cover your mouth, or act like you were stepping on pins and needles. You were free.

——*a few months later*——

You thought you’d hate the idea of marriage. Being tied down to a lover, or whoever your father would put you with in the end. But Aizawa was determined to erase any mark that monster had placed on you, and that started with the roots itself.

Since Aizawa was a pro hero he was fully aware he could never kill the villains he pursued. But the more Aizawa held you at night and watched you wriggle and mewl in your sleep made the reasonable thoughts broil. He knew he just had to do something. He stepped downstairs at after finalizing his plan, seeing you downstairs preparing him another beautiful breakfast that he felt a little bad that he wasn’t gonna eat. But there would be many great meals that he’d enjoy with you after he got rid of the lingering problem.

You looked so peaceful with your hair tied up and idling in one of his t shirts, never failing to look like a supernova even in the groggy mornings. He couldn’t resist and had to feel you from behind if even to just get the smell of you in his mind. “Hey baby” Aizawa’s groggy and rasped voice croaked. You startled, jumped as he wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking you side to side to let you know it was him.

“Hey honey. You ready to eat?” You asked, spatula in your hand but your attention all on him. He loved the way you’d fill his stomach with butterflies like he was a teenager again when you looked up at him with trust.

“No sorry sweets, I’ll pass but I’ll be back to eat later.” He didn’t fail to miss how you deflated a bit but perked back up after he hugged you tighter you perked back up.

“Well alright. Just be back in time for lunch or dinner.” You nagged like a wife. You caught yourself on the words, visibly flashing a hand to your mouth. He laughed, thinking about how little you changed through the years, even through high school you were shy and reserved but around him you loosened up unintentionally. It made him feel like he had done right. He’d been told by many peers and other of his students that he was scary, but deep down Aizawa cared, just was very used to acting like he doesn’t.

He planted a wet kiss on your face, exiting the warm feel of your embrace, looking back at you one last time for a fond memory until he gets back from doing a little “errand”.

He watched from afar at his victim. He watched as he left in his black car that had been in his rear view. Aizawa watched as the tall buff man exited the car and into his esteemed home with no car in the world. He looked as if he had no concern. It made Aizawa want to erase him even more. Aizawa followed close behind posing as a pro hero just put on patrol. He banged on the tall door that assisted the tall lowly man.

The door shot open as his tall stature sank to the front door. “What?” His booming voice rang. Aizawa could tell why this voice hurt and scared you so much but Aizawa was determined to make sure you never wind ear of a melody as broken as his. The man was visibly puzzled when he saw no one was standing at his doorstep. Shrugging it off and grumbling back inside his domain. Aizawa, already one step ahead, was inside his house without anyone or anything hearing/noticing. He promised the job would be clean and quick, all so he could have as much time with you as he wanted for the rest of both of your lives. He watched as the man sat in his office with a state of the art tablet, focused on whatever shady business he was indulging in. Aziawa made no effort to hide any longer revealing himself to the perpetrator that taunted the love of his life for so long under the radar. “What are you doing in here? Who let you in?!”

“Y’know you should do your research a little better.” Aizawa spoke, ignoring his past comment. Aizawa quickly and hastily poked the knife he placed at his knee to the grown man’s neck. And without second thought he slashed. He made sure the cut were clean and watched as blood splattered from his neck. He made little to no noise. Only choking on his gurgles of blood.

He quickly dipped out of the crime scene leaving nothing behind. He was aware that your father had ties and Allies, but with those allies were his enemies. Enemies that hated him with a diehard passion. Some of his Allies were backstabbers anyway, but your father was blinded by his power that he failed to even realize that you were what was keeping his business up. With you being there and as his weapon made him powerful but alone his quick could be quickly outmatched.

Aizawa shrugged, concluding that he’d fall down the ladder sooner or later but just decided to speed up the process. By now it was late and he knew that he probably had a worried wife at home waiting patiently for his arrival home. His heart fluttered, leaving behind the murderous acts where they belonged.

As soon as he stepped through the door he was happily greeted by you jumping at him wrapping your arms around him. “Where have you been?” You asked worried. You scanned his body for any marks of harm but when you found nothing you warmly hugged him again. “Sorry I’m so late honey.” He whispered into your head. He picked you up holding his lips to your face. You scrambled under him to put you down.

“Aizawa! Put me down you maniac!” You laughed, clutching onto him as he walked to your bedroom. “But I missed you so so much darling.” He teased, placing you gently on the bed to pepper your face with kisses. He towered over you showering you with deep love.

You both paused to look at each other, both lost in the way the other looked. He gently lowered into you, his eyes intoxicated with a potent that had you falling deep into his lips. You both share a loving kiss Aizawas hands not knowing if they should roam down your body. You grab his hand after breaking the kiss and bring it up to your left breast.

“It’s ok Aizawa.”

“I trust you.” You clearly spoke into his ear. You watched as his face shared a bright dusk of blush as he slowly allowed his hands to travel down every curve and slope of your body. You shivered under his touch, mewling and mumbling under him.

He found his way to back to your breast, playing and toying with the hard nipple that formed from his touch.

“So fucking beautiful.” He muttered. You tended up as the words registered to your ears. You noticed the bulge that grew in his pants as he kissed down your stomach, his eyes pleading for permission. You nodded as he pulled and teased at your already wet panties that now fled attention to the floor.

“You’re so fucking wet for me princess.” You hid your eyes as he played with your slick that was soaking his fingers as they played with your entrance.

“No, no, no sweetie, don’t look away. Be good and look at your man playing with your sweet cunt.”

You reluctantly opened your eyes to see his two fingers coying with your needy cunt. You watched as his fingers lodged their way inside of you. You quivered at the new feeling of something wriggling inside of you. “So damn tight for me baby.” He whispered as he fixated all his attention to you pussy. You wiggled and moaned as he stretched and prodded at your needy hole.

“p-please”

“what princess?” He stopped, looking at you. You lifted your leg to brush against his raging bulge. You felt it twitch against your touch and watched as Aizawa seethed with pleasure.

“Tell me what you want” He demanded.

“Y-you.”

Aizawa clicked his teeth, freeing his cock from his pants. You saw how it laid out on your stomach. You imagined how easy you’d tear from how big he was. You were completely new to this, and a little intimidated by the girth and length of his twitching cock.

He pumped his member testing and readying it at your entrance. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll fit.” He soothed playfully. You flushed at how he petted your stomach as he stabled himself inside you.

You both seared with how tight everything felt. You felt the world spin as pain and pleasure mixed beautifully. You greedy pussy pushed for more of Aizawa’s cock as he paused to let you breathe.

“You’re doing so well for me princess” he kissed your teary face. “Is it all the way in yet?” You whimpered. He lightly chuckled, and shook his head softly.

“we’re not even half way darling.” He spoke. You felt yourself stretching and clamping around him as he thrusted his way inside you. You felt how his cock crawled into your cervix and deep inside your womb. You felt the way your pussy throbbed for harder movements.

“P-please keep going.” You voiced.

At that moment Aizawa lost control and started pounding at your womb. You felt your ass shake as skin collided with one another. You watched the small bulge in your stomach disappear and reappear every time he rammed in and out. Soon you start to feel the sensation of your stomach coiling around him. “Aizawa i-I’m gonna-“

“don’t worry I’m going to cum to baby.” He grunted. You watched as your cunt slicked more and more as his thrust became deeper and stronger. You grasp onto his back, leaving your own special mark on him as you screamed and moaned his name.

“That’s right baby, my name is the only name you need to know.” He panted. You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you started spasming around him, coating his cock with your cum. Not too long after you Aizawa chases his own high, nearing his climax.

“g-gonna fill you up. Gonna breed you with my children baby.” He said as he thrusted.

Your mind started going blank as he kept pounding your soaked and overly sensitive pussy.

“Y-yes please fill me up w-with your lovely cum.” You panted as you both stared eachother in the eyes.

You felt his cock explode and coat your womb with his load. You felt how his cum traveled its way inside you, some of it overflowing out of your twitching womb.

The room was filled with moans and pants, the room smelling of fucked out sex and the feeling of hot bodies touching each other.

Aizawa laid against you for a moment before pulling out, gaining a whimper from you and how the empty pop of his cock leaving your pussy made you shiver. He placed you in his chest, you still feeling weak and your legs still shaking. “I love you y/n.” He said, breaking the silence. He planted a kiss on your head, when he heard no sounds or reply he glanced and saw how you were peacefully sleeping on his chest, bundled up and face beautifully resting.

The next morning you woke up and next to you, Aizawa resting peacefully, arms around your waist. You kissed his nose and watched it scrunch up as he moved in his sleep. You quietly giggled while trying to escape his grasp. You went to the bathroom to clean the sticky sensation from yesterdays ‘nightly activities’.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, clean and new you traveled back to the bedroom to throw your clothes away when Aizawa’s rustling made his presence.

“Where are you going honey?” He asked groggy with his eyes still closed.

“sorry to wake you baby.” You kissed his forehead, waking up from the sudden movement of his love trying to get out of his embrace too early.

“Come back to bed.” He whined. You indulged him, laying back into his needy embrace.

He rocked you and wrestled you around and soon you both were play fighting in the bed.

“Aizawa stop that!” You playfully cried out as he tickled you. “Stop? Stop what? Oh this?” He tickled again over you. You kissed his lips and you both fell into a deep make out session. When you both break the kiss Aizawa just takes a second to watch you. Look at the love of his life. “Y/n please marry me.” He spouts. Your eyes glow as he hugs you waiting for your reply.

“Really?” You stuttered.

“Of course, you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve actually wanted to marry you since high school.” He admitted.

“Really?” You flushed, soon you two were having a conversation on how you both like each other in UA but never acted on the feeling. It was like you both were in high school again. Your heart felt fulfilled as you watched him ramble about how he was so into you and you never knew.

You cuddled up into him listening to him call you his wife.

A/N: hey y’all! Thanks to these two people who sent me a message! When I saw them I literally felt so fulfilled that I started on this last night. Sorry it took so long but it’s not done I still gotta do part 6 of Falling for a dead rose so see you then.🫡

#boku no hero x reader #bnha #fanfic #cybercl0ne #yandere #yanderecore #mha fanfiction #aizawa smut #aizawa fanart #shoto aizawa #yandere aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #eraserhead

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beomdrs · 1 year

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖸/𝖭 𝖤𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖢𝖳 !!

hello !! welcome to my post. it's been a long time since i last posted, and as u can tell my format n style has totally changed. i plan to make my posts like this from now on, so i hope u guys enjoy it!

𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖨𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖷𝖷 𝖤𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖢𝖳?

the xx effect is a term coined for when something huge happens because of or due to a person or thing. popular examples of this are the wonyoung effect, the jennie effect and the jimin effect.

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖸/𝖭 𝖤𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖢𝖳.

✦ whatever products that u own, wear or buy will always trend and sell out immediately (inspo from the jennie effect).

✦ people are motivated to lead a more productive lifestyle to be the perfect person like u (inspo from the wonyoung effect).

✦ u have an aesthetic/core inspired after ur style.

✦ both kpop fans and locals come together to protect u from any allegations or scandals.

✦ other groups/soloists plan their comebacks properly to avoid being overshadowed by urs (inspo from snsd).

✦ ur performances often have locals making them question their sexuality (inspo from the jimin effect).

✦ people often stare at u whenever ur doing ur own stuff as it seems so fascinating.

✦ the events or shows that ur attending will go viral and lots of people tune in to them just to see u.

#kpop shifting #shifting community #reality shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #desired reality #ningdrs’ posts #📝 things to script!

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borntoocry · 1 year

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Could you pleaseee write something where y/n sends Ellie a cheeky 🤭picture and Ellie rushes over to y/n’s dorm or house or smth….and we all know what happens next. I love ur work btw ❤️

a/n: I suck at making extremely short stuff... also this isn't as good as I hoped but I hope YOU like it:)

mentions of pet names. 'baby/babe.' NOT PROOFREAD!!

The bag that held your risque lingerie sat in your vanity chair, drawing you in no matter how badly you wanted to stay in bed. You imagined yourself dressed in the periwinkle bra and panties, showing yourself off to Ellie as she sat in front of you. But she was selling at the moment, in questionable people’s driveway, waiting for them to grab their grams.

You were sad that she wasn’t around in the tiny duplex you shared. She was off doing her job, yes, but she was doing her job. You hated being away from her, you held an attachment to her that could not be compared to anything you’ve had before. Maybe it was due to the fact that Ellie was your first long-term woman relationship, or that she was your main friend. Whatever it was, you hated being away from her, no matter the circumstance.

You were going to ride with her today, but she told you to stay home. She had been grumpy all morning, claiming that people were wasting her time, trying to badly negotiate prices on eights, zips, even three grams. And on top of that, people weren’t taking her seriously when she said she had to study and finish homework.

Now the bag resting on your vanity chair seemed more intriguing. You wanted to look sexy, feel sexy, and give Ellie something to smile about.

You instantly stood up without another thought and grabbed your bag off the vanity chair. You undressed, slid on the periwinkle lace panties–that left nothing to the imagination–the lace bra that had your nipples on full display, and a garter belt that connected to stocking you had previously bought. You clipped everything together, and when you stood in front of the mirror, even you just wanted to fuck yourself. You looked hot. And not even that felt like the correct word.

You then grabbed your phone off your bed and opened up the camera. You tried out a few poses, trying to figure out what was the sexiest. After a few rounds taken where you looked absolutely ravishing, you undid your bra and took a few more pictures.

⇰ you

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i know ur a bit grumpy today… hope this helps ;)

You dropped your phone onto your bed and continued looking at yourself in the mirror. You rarely saw yourself in this kind of attire. If you were going to have sex with Ellie, you never wore fancy lace and garter belts and stockings. Usually, you just wore your regular bra and underwear–no matter if they weren’t matching, or if you wore your grandma underwear after not washing your clothes. Ellie somehow always found you beautiful.

But this time was different. Ellie deposited $500 into your account a couple days prior and asked you to buy yourself anything you wanted. You knew how she had acquired the money, but the action itself left you feeling guilty. This money was hers and could have been used for rent, herself, food, etc., but instead she gifted it to you.

It was easy money for her, especially since people usually bought a lot from her. Parents, students, old people bought from her, and her dad still gave her money even if she begged him not to, so she had a massive influx of money.

You thanked her by pleasing her, but no matter how much you thanked her, kissed her, fucked her, it wasn’t enough to you. So you were making it up to her by buying lingerie and sending sexy pictures.

Not even two minutes later, your phone chimed. You unlocked it and instantly squirmed.

⇰ ellie♥

oh baby.

don’t go anywhere. i’ll be right there.

fuuuck. okay. i’m ten minutes away.

⇰ you

don’t you have work?!!!! i didn’t send them for you to come home!!

⇰ ellie♥

FUCK WORK.

i’m literally creaming in my jeans babe.

holy shit ur hot as hell?!!!?

You threw your phone onto the bed and quickly re-clipped your bra. You put on your robe, sat down at your vanity, and tried styling your hair in the tiniest form of sexy you could. Maybe tossing it into a messy bun? Or maybe quickly curling a few pieces? Leaving it how it is?

You tried to curl your hair, but you were trembling with excitement that everything turned into a mess. So you tried playing around with it to see if you liked it framing your face. No. Then, you tied it up in a messy bun with two curly pieces left out in the front.

And now, with your hair and makeup done, ten minutes have passed by.

And an angry car parked in front of your house. A door slammed, followed by an aggressive knock at the door. She had a key, but she was most certainly waiting for you to open the door. So… you ran to the door. You checked the peephole, and there stood Ellie, rocking back and forth, hands slapping her thighs.

You bit back a squeal and unlocked the door, opening it to meet Ellie, who spent no time rushing in and shutting the door, pinning you behind it. You gasped at the contact and stared at your girlfriend who’s eyes were already darting over your body.

“Sorry,” you said, “I put on a robe.”

She shrugged and untied it. She tore it off and threw it onto the floor beside you. Her hands found their way onto your hips, thumbs caressing your soft skin. Her eyes were buzzing about and you felt the need to tear her clothes off. You already had her wrapped around your finger, all you needed now was her physically wrapped around you.

“What?” you asked, sounding completely clueless to the situation.

“‘What?’” Ellie scoffed. “What do you mean ‘what’? You send me pictures of yourself in lingerie and then with your tits out on full display and you expect me not to want to fucking worship you?”

You laughed. “I just thought they’d be nice. To get you through the day.”

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of your garter belt and she quickly unclipped them. “You thought that would get me through the day? Baby, if you send me shit like that, I’d drop everything to come and fuck your pretty ass out of this–” She pulled the band of your thong and let it go, allowing the material to slap your skin.

You grabbed her belt loop and pulled her in, forcing your lips to collide. Your hands maneuvered through her hair and down to her shoulders, where you pried her infamous flannel off her body. You threw it onto the floor, on top of the robe.

Next was her shirt. Then her jeans. And then you pulled away, examining her toned stomach and how the lines of her soft abs protruded with each breath. You smiled. She looked sexy herself, even if she was wearing a simple black sports bra and her usual black boyshorts.

You ran your hands down the expanse of her skin and hooked your thumbs into her underwear. “I need to ride you,” you whispered.

She hummed. “Oh really?” she asked with a smirk.

You nodded and began pushing her back, turning her around and pulling her behind you once you got far enough. You then pushed her onto the large couch in the living room and straddled her, hands finding home on her shoulders, rubbing along the material of her sports bra and the skin of her neck.

Ellie placed her hands on your waist and pulled and pulled on your thong. She leaned into you and kissed your cheek, neck, the fat of your breasts. “I need you to take these off,” she whispered.

“Why?” you replied.

“It makes it harder to feel your pussy on me…”

You smiled and quickly stood up. You pulled off the garter completely, followed along by your thong. They went next to you, far from the robe and Ellie’s clothing, leaving your home evident of fucking.

You bent your arms behind your body, fingers finding your bra clasp. However, Ellie pulled your legs towards her and stopped you from unclasping it. “Let me,” she said, and you sat on her naked thigh.

You whined at the contact, already twitching at the feeling of your wet cunt dragging along her thigh. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around you, hands needily unclasping your bra. This movement had you leaning forward with slight groans, your body heaving at the slow and steady grinding.

Once the bra was off, Ellie’s hands found their way onto your boobs, fingers massaging your flesh and rolling your nipples between her fingers. You hummed. The pleasure of slowly rolling your hips and your tits being kneaded was beyond compare.

“You like that?” Ellie asked.

You nodded. “Fuck…yes…” you moaned.

“Good, just keep grinding baby.”

You continued doing so: grinding down onto her thigh as she licked, sucked, played with your boobs and nipples. Ellie would shake her leg every so often, forcing gasps and loud moans out of you. It worsened once she leaned back and placed her hands on your hips, drilling her nails into your flesh and moving your hips along with you. You bit down on your lip, trying to hide the moans that bounced off the walls of your throat. But the more you tried, the harder it got–until you gave up and started moaning at every change in rhythm.

“That’s it,” you whined. Ellie was slapping your ass the faster you rode her. Your hands found their way onto Ellie’s boobs: sports bra pushed up, tits spilling out and catching the coldness of the fan above you. Her moans pedaled you forward and you rocked faster, ground your pussy harder onto her bare thigh. “That’s it baby. That’sitthat’sitthat’sit.”

“C’mon baby,” Ellie grunted. “Grind that pretty little pussy onto me. Ride my thigh like you fucking mean it. You can do it.”

The praises left you heaving, crying out into the air as you climaxed. You ran your thumbs over her pretty tits and fell forward, pressing your head into the crook of her neck.

Ellie instantly began rubbing your back. She kissed the side of your sweaty head and you could feel the curve of her smiling lips.

“You did so good, baby,” Ellie whispered.

“Did I?” you asked.

She nodded. “Now send me one of those again and I’ll be doing more than letting you ride my thigh.”

You moved your head and looked down at her. “You want to go again? I think you have more in you.”

Ellie bit down on her lip. “I think so too…”

#ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #elliewilliams x reader #ellie williams x you #oneshot #lesbian #ellie williams smut #ellie williams recs

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unexpectedbrickattack · 1 year

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What do you think is the huggability score of our main characters + Brick out of 10?

Putting this under a readmore bc this is some EXTREME Research happening here

Peppino: 6/10. Hes short and hes fat and warm and soft so theoretically he SHOULD be a solid 10/10. But he sweats easily and i think physical contact would make him explode so hes shakes like a leaf the entire time. He will not return the hug well but he WILL make an attempt. If you catch him at a good time, hes got the perfect hugs. But maybe bring a napkin or two.

Pepperman: 1/10. Hes too gotdam big. He would love to be able to hug properly but hes very. Wide. And if he does manage to hug you properly, you will end up directly inbetween his eyes and unnervingly close to his teeth. This is also assuming he Wants to hug people; hes got better things to do. Like sculpt and draw and do rich people things like vacationing on a yacht or gaslighting poor people. (The actual pepperman portrait for the boss fight is very cute looking and i give that a 7/10 just bc i can. Hes got a lil painters apron; the whole fit makes him look huggable)

Vigilante: 3/10. It depends on your tolerance for odd textures. Hes just cheese. Hes cheese! Hes a bit sticky; he never leaves residue but the stickiness can be a bit offputting. Hes remarkably dense, so hugging him would be like hugging a memory foam mattress; wonderful pressure pushing against u but again. The texture… He would be a good weighted blanket; thats not a hug but do what you will with this information

The Noise: 7/10. He is small 🥺 Assuming the hug is earnest and Not a ploy to lower your guard, you are just hugging a Small Person. And we (small people) give the best hugs you can possibly have. But only if you let us hug around ur neck and not the midsection; he (we) cant wrap our arms around that. Points deducted bc the noise is just a menace and hed use a hug as an opportunity to chuck a potion of Explode Your House and then ur house Explodes.

Fake Peppino: 10/10. He can change shape and density at will; whatever you look for in a hug, he can do it. Light? Hes as delicate as a flower. Tight? Coiled like a snake. Dont like the goopy texture? For the time it takes to make this hug happen; the texture is Gone. This man Loves Hugs and with practice, has learned to give the Best hugs. As long as u dont mind his face and the odd way his skin seems to warp and bend in front of you.

Pizzahead: 2/10. TECHNICALLY capable of good hugs. Tall, long arms, friendly disposition. Massive point reduction bc hes doing one armed hugs to try and befriend you so he can sell you on this pyramid scheme he just Knows ur going to knock right out of the ballpark. Weaponized Hugs. Put him in Jail.

Gustavo: 9/10. Hes a gnome. Hes hairy and short and he always ALWAYS goes for the arms around the neck bc hes like 3’ tall. He is strong and so all hugs are tighter than you expect them to be and that can be good or bad depending on ur preference. He is also Small and Compact so hes very warm :) Solid hugs :)

Brick: 5/10. VERY pet-able!!! Imagine a rat but just Big. Hes SOFT and hes got Luscious Fur and wonderful little rat hands. But hugs are either 10/10 (rat owners dream) or 1/10 (texture hell). Hugs can be suffocating. Brick does Typical Rat Movements which includes snuffling your head very rapidly. Whiskers tickle. Rat Hands tickle. Brick MAY nibble at your head (beware). You wont be able to wrap your arms around this beast which may be a dealbreaker to some. But assume that this rat both Loves and Craves little huggles, so he is always an eager hugger :)

Noisette: 10/10. All the positives of Noise but without possible mischievous intent. She may fall asleep in your arms since she will be forced to stay still for longer than 2 seconds. Its endearing though.

Gerome: 7/10. Hes like Clay to me, like a block of playdoh. Tough enough to keep his shape, but soft enough that it doesnt Hurt to hug him. Hes not very soft or comfortable BUT hes got Intent behind his hugs. Hed only hug someone if they needed to be comforted and hes Very good at that. Very solid and grounding hugs if youre willing to hug a Block.

Snotty: 3/10. Smelly. So fucking smelly. Ranked higher than Pizzahead just to spite that twink.

#answered #chattin #not tagging anyone 😭#what a silly ask heehee

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fe-fictions · 3 months

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waiii happy new year! love love love your works, ive been a huge fan of urs since 2016 and its my first time sending in a prompt im so excited ajdjjqnss!!!!!!!😭❤️❤️

could i request some lonqu hurt comfort??!?! maybe something to do with self sacrifice....like robin pleading the enemy to let go of him when theyre both captured hehe! thanks so much >_<

(Finally finished this one and I'm thrilled to put it out !! Nothing like a stressed out Lonk U V U )

You didn’t know how you got into this situation. Neither you nor your husband. It was a simple reconnaissance mission, venturing a few miles into enemy territory in an attempt to figure out what they were plotting.

It was already risky since you were short-staffed, and with your exceptional analytical abilities, you’d be able to figure out what was going on the fastest.

Lon’qu wasn’t going to let you go in by yourself, and he definitely didn’t trust Gaius with your safety; he might be sneakier, but he was much more laissez-faire with the lives of others than he was comfortable with.

And so it was just the two of you. Lon’qu had stuck to your side the entire time, watching for threats while you took down hastily scribbled, imperative notes. But all it took was one silent assassin that was able to go undetected…and suddenly, you were both bound and forced to your knees.

“Well, well…whatever do we have here?” Orton’s voice was more than recognizable; the slimey rat that had escaped your justice when you first rescued Maribelle, not long ago.

You struggled against your restraints, recognizing the unmistakable bloodlust in the bastard’s eyes.

“I’m sure Lord Gangrel will be quite pleased with the little rabbit caught in our snare. This one is new, though.”

He eyed your husband, “Bring along some cannon fodder?”

“Leave him alone. He’s got nothing to do with me or any of this.” You glared at him, earning a glance from Lon’qu. What were you talking about?

“I doubt that very much, Tactician. There must be some reason he’s tagged along with you all the way out here…far from safety.”

He brandished his polearm, the tip pointed inches from Lon’qu’s face. The blood in your veins burned hotter.

“A soldier, assigned to me for protection. Nothing more. I’m the one you want, not him.”

“Robin-”

“Let him go, and I’ll come willingly.” You demanded, not skipping a beat. Lon’qu’s expression was difficult to read. But the fear that flashed in his eyes was immediate, and impossible for you to miss.

Orton laughed, turning the spear to you, instead.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate, girl. But I respect the attempt.”

He nodded to one of the soldiers behind you both, and immediately there was a painful yank on your arms, forcing you back from Lon’qu.

“Hey!!” He barked out, ready to lunge in spite of his predicament. Instead he was pulled the opposite direction, separating the two of you.

“You know what I think?” Orton mused, spinning the weapon in his hands. “I think he’s more important than ‘some soldier’. I think he’s a lot stronger than you’re pretending he is.”

“Leave him be, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m Chrom’s right-hand; there's more than enough that I can give him.”

“Really? You’d sell out the crown over one paltry soldier?” He narrowed his eyes at Lon’qu, who fought so very hard not to let your facade be for nothing.

He was glaring sharply at you, pleading with you not to make a foolish deal.

“It is a captain’s duty to protect her soldiers; no matter how small.” You spoke with conviction, “Surely you can understand that, as an honorable military man, yourself?”

“I’d be lying if I said Milord felt similarly about the lesser of our ranks, but…I cannot say no to such an alluring deal. Leave that one, boys- the mountain lions will get to him before anyone else does. Take her away.”

“Stop! Damn you-!!” Lon’qu roared, fighting against his restraints. He was only pulled further away. His arms twisted painfully behind him, dragged further and further away from his wife.

You could only watch as he was flung from your view, sent crashing down the ravine into and out of sight. It was scafrier when you couldn’t hear him.

It took everything in your power not to try and reach him. To fight back and rescue him.

“Now then, Tactician; I believe I was promised some answers.”

The paralyzing fear was the only thing that kept you from lashing out; the swirl of endless emotions was stalling your mind. All you could do was stare at the ravine, getting further away with every drag across the dirt.

You hoped Lon’qu’s head would pop up, revealing him waiting for you and preparing to save you from your enemies,

But no such surprises would occur.

You still stared after that empty place, waiting with baited breath for the man to appear who would not return.

At least…not right away.

But there was nothing you could do but wait and pray that he hadn’t died after that nasty throw. There wasn’t much else available to you.

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“You promised to give me what I wanted. Why do you insist on silence?” Orton was growing tired of your disobedience.

He had you tied to the pole of some ratty tent, interrogating you without a hint of mirth in his eyes.

“You promised not to hurt my soldier, but you condemned him to death anyways. What right do you have to ask me questions?” You spat, earning a click of his tongue and a slap across your face.

Enough of this arrogance!! You are in no position to hold such arrogance- you do not have the upper hand, woman!”

You fought hard not to focus on the stinging pain in your cheek; he’d drawn blood and all but numbed the side of your face.

Who knew those bastards could pack such a wallop?

“I can only tell you…what I know…which is very little. The Fire Emblem is a sacred artifact to the royal family, and it is hidden somewhere that none can find, unless Exalt Emmeryn reveals-!!”

You were cut off by another strike, this one sending you headfirst into the ground. The ringing in your ears grew louder, your vision clouded and blurry. That definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“If you don’t stop playing foolish games, then you’re going back in a casket. I planned to deliver the head tactician to King Gangrel in one piece, but if he knew how infuriating you are, he’d have you brought to him in pieces!!”

The man spat at your feet, stalking away to try and regain himself.

You did make an effort to focus on his words, but it was so very difficult. After a few deep breaths and a number of colorful expletives left his mouth, Orton stopped his pacing and returned his focus on you.

Maybe it’s because you were tired of looking at him, but you found yourself looking past him and at the guards by the tent entrance as his ugly boots came back into view.

“I’ve been more than patient with you, wench- but I’m running out of options on how to deal with you, and you’re running out of time.”

There was a sudden shift in the colors of the bushes behind a guard. A bright blue and red appeared behind the green.

You blinked, brow furrowing in an attempt to focus your vision. A pair of hands had shot out from the leaves and grabbed the man, mouth covered so as not to allow a shout. The other guard and Orton…didn’t notice.

You must have been hallucinating.

“I want the location of the Emblem.” He spoke again, louder and closer than before. He hadn’t noticed that one of the soldiers had disappeared.

Your gaze flicked to the other man standing just the opposite, confused by the fact he was now standing alone.

Within an instant, a dart stuck into his neck, and he crumpled. A shadowy figure caught him, dragging him away.

You couldn’t even think to react to what you were seeing. Orton’s hand was on your face, grip tight and painful on your jaw to force you to look at him.

“You’re not getting away. Stop looking outside.” He grinned viciously, “The only chance you’re getting out of here alive is if you give me what I want.”

He stared down at you, grinning wickedly. His grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crack your bones.

“Now…tell me. Where is the Fire-”

The tip of a blade broke through his armor, silencing him with a wet choke. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at the sword mere inches from your own body.

“W-what…did you…”

He crumpled to the ground when the sword was pulled from his chest. When he fell away, Lon’qu stood over him, raging fury in his eyes.

“Oh my gods-” You gasped, stunned at what you were seeing. “L-Lon’qu?”

“I’m here.” He closed the distance between you, throwing the blood from his sword before cutting away your bindings.

As soon as you were free of the ropes your arms were flung around his neck. Lon’qu grunted from the impact, welcoming the embrace all the same.

He squeezed you close, his face pressed to your neck.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m-” You were suddenly jerked back, Lon’qu holding you an arm’s length away to search you over. “Wait, w-why are you asking about me? They threw you down a ravine!!”

“Shepherds found me. They were on our trail when they realized we weren’t in the headcount.” He nodded his head back, and you were able to make out the shapes of Gaius and Cordelia, the few who passed by the tent to secure whatever camp the Plegians had brought you to.

“So you’re okay?”

“I am. But...” He nodded, but the sharp glare in his eyes had yet to dissipate. “I can’t believe you.”

“What?”

“How could you do that?” He glowered, his grip tightening on your arms. “How could you give yourself up like that? The hells is wrong with you?!”

“I wanted to protect you.” He scoffed at your response, harsh and bitter. “If I knew he was going to try and kill you anyways, I-I never would have-”

“It doesn’t matter. You bargained your life, when you know damn well that I-!”

“Lon’qu, we couldn’t find her in the camp! Did you- oh!! Oh, thank the gods!!” Your husband was cut off at the sound of Chrom’s voice, the prince thrilled to see you were here.

The Myrmidon spared you one last glower, before he pulled back, letting Chrom and Lissa flurry past him.

You bit your lip, trying to fight the urge to press the argument. He looked deeply upset, and you didn’t want to cut it off before it could be resolved. There was nothing worse than letting him stew in his hurt.

“It’s okay, Robin!! We’re here now! Lon’qu led the way, and the whole camp’s cleared out! Though we’ll need to do something about that body…”

“We’ll worry about Orton and the rest later. Lissa, can you heal her quickly?” Chrom asked his sister, who already had the stave pulled out and glowing.

“You got it! Just hang tight for a second Robin, we’ll get you out of here in no time!”

It wasn’t yourself that had your mind occupied. It was the fact that Lon’qu stormed out of the tent without looking back that had your focus.

Lissa gave you a pitying look, the healing glow of the stave some comfort.

“Sorry, Robin. I/…we tried really hard to keep him calm. But he’s been angry since the second we found him.”

“Not angry.” Chrom sighed , following the man’s storm from the tent. “Scared.”

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When everyone made it back to camp, many of your dear friends who had been so terribly worried were awash with relief.

There was a mild swarm, a million questions being flung at you, but you were simply glad to be back in the arms of your friends.

You did your best to answer as many questions as you could,, but it didn’t take long for your patience to run thin.

Sure, you were healed and feeling far better physically, but there was a deeply hurt man on the far side of camp that you needed to speak to. It was clear what your decision had done created a much bigger issue than anticipated.

So you took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and made your way over to your shared tent. You could hear the sound of steel being sharpened against a whetstone, but little else.

Lon’qu was absolutely steaming. You would tease him and categorize it as sulking, but you figured it best not to try your luck.

Not when there was a serious issue to resolve.

Wordlessly, you entered the tent, making sure to latch it shut behind you. He was kind enough not to lock you out, at least.

“Lon’qu…” He did not stop his work when you called him, his back to you. “We need to talk.”

He did not answer. The stone ground against the blade harder.

“Please, love, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. But I need you to understand why I made that decision. I was trying to protect you.”

This seemed to slow the grinding. He still did not look at you. With a deep breath, you crossed the tent, coming to sit behind him.

Tentatively, your hand touched his back. He did not recoil, which was an improvement; at least he was receptive.

“If they knew you were my husband, they would’ve used you against me. If I let them carry on, they would’ve killed you in cold blood as a simple guard. I…I just…I didn’t think they’d toss you into the ravine like that. I thought you’d be safe.”

Lon’qu shook his head, his grip tightening on the sword. “They’re the enemy. Why the hells would they keep their word?? Surely you knew better than to trust them.”

“It was all I had to ensure your safety. W-when they threw you over the ledge, I…I saw it. I thought that it was over…I t-thought they killed you.”

Lon’qu’s shoulders braced against your touch, feeling your forehead touch his back. You were leaning fully into him, trying desperately not to cry.

“I-it was my fault that you were…that you were in danger in the first place. If I’d been more v-vigilant, I wouldn’t have put you at risk. I wanted to protect you, Lon’qu…please…please understand.”

He sighed, turning slowly and taking your hands into his and pulling you away from his body. He looked at you directly, but the bitter sting wasn’t present in his glare anymore.

“I don’t blame you for this. It wasn’t your fault we were ambushed. I’m upset because you bargained your life for mine. You are not worth less than I am. You have no right to sacrifice yourself for me.”

“I have every right, as your wife.” You argued, squeezing his hands, “And even in that, I failed you. I thought…”

“Robin...” He squeezed your hands, “I understood your intent. But if I’d lost you in that moment, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself, either. Your right to protect me reflects on me, too. It’s my duty to keep you safe. You know my past. Do you really think that I would be okay with you giving your life for mine?”

“It…it didn’t phase me in that moment. What mattered more was making sure that my husband would still be here.”

“You think I would be different? If I was in the same situation, I wouldn’t put my life in front of yours?” Lon’qu was staring into your very soul; trying desperately to make sure you understood what he was feeling. “After everything I’ve been through- what I’ve suffered- you would have me relive it again?”

“No.” You leaned closer, holding his hands to your chest. “No, I wouldn’t. And I’m so sorry that I put that fear in your heart, again. I just want to protect you, because I love you.”

Lon’qu nodded, his gaze falling to the ground. You released his hands so you might wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him into your embrace.

“I love you so much, I can’t bear the thought of losing you. And I know you would’ve done the same for me. We have to look out for each other…and we can’t always be safe. But I swear to you, I don’t want to throw my life away. I want to share it with you, more than anything.”

Slowly, finally, he returned your embrace, squeezing you tightly for fear of you ever slipping through his fingers again.

He hated feeling this way- that fear would consume him when it came to you. How badly he didn’t want to lose you.

His face pressed against your neck, all but engulfing you in his arms like a shroud that cloaked your whole body.

“I love you, too.”

He felt the slightest tremors in response to his words. How your fingers curled into his tunic, clinging to him with just as much force.

You were everything to each other, reminded and reassured through the tears that slipped from your eyes as feverish kisses connected over and over again.

There were promises to be more cautious with your lives, to find ways to protect one another without putting yourselves in mortal danger…and at the very least, employ some stealth training with Gaius so you could sneak around without “foolishly” (Gaius teased) getting caught again.

Which was a fair argument, if you were being honest.

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So do you have any headcamons for coming to the clan nd joining either pregnant or with a child and Paz immediately getting super protective over you?

whew

do i have headcanons

u bet ur ass i do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i have hcs for both and im in a good mood bc it's sinday so u get both!

coming to the clan and joining while pregnant

so i'm thinking if you're coming to the clan to join while pregnant, the one who got you pregnant is not in the picture

ofc, this could be for a few reasons, im leaning towards your partner being dead, but they could've run off and abandoned you too

but whatever way it happens, you're alone and pregnant, with little to no way to defend yourself

your village is attacked by pirates, and the nearby mandalorian covert comes over to help

the pirates had made it obvious they were looking for people to sell to slavers, and a pregnant woman sells pretty damn well, unfortunately

one of the surviving village members decides that this means it's your fault, so you're exiled

the mandalorians who'd stuck around to help are not happy to hear this, especially the large one in blue armor with heavy artillery

he immediately declares that you'll come with them, and will be welcome in their clan for as long as you require

stunned by the generosity, and with nowhere else to go, you accept

they're very kind, for all that you've heard about mandalorians as barbaric warriors, and their medic makes sure to give you a full checkup, and even gives you your very first ultrasound

your assimilation into the clan goes smoothly, but you can't help but notice your very big, very unsubtle blue shadow that follows you around and gets you anything and everything you need

it's weeks before you even learn his name, and even that's an accident, when the clan bounty hunter comes back and remarks that Paz seems very attached to you

you blink in confusion, especially when the bounty hunter-beroya, you remember from the mando'a lessons, literally facepalms to the amusement of his tiny gremlin kid

the beroya marches over to your shadow, Paz you know now, and they have a quick and heated discussion in mando'a far too fast for you to understand

but it was clearly about you, because afterwards, Paz becomes more than your shadow

he converses with you, eats with you, keeps you company, and even-at your request-attends your prenatal checkups with you

it's nice to have a friend, but you very quickly realize that what you're beginning to feel for your mandalorian shadow isn't friendship

especially not when you're in your bed late at night, horny as hell, and unable to really do anything about it with your stomach in the way

or when he sits close to you, his hand on your lower back for support, his low voice soothing and enticing in equal measures

or when you see him spar with other members of his clan, shirtless and sweaty, a huge mass of muscle, strong and vicious in ways that make you want

one night you're in your bed, nearly crying with frustration because you're so damn horny but you can't do a fucking thing about it

you're trying so hard to resist but you just can't anymore

so you fit one of your pillows between your legs, rocking back and forth to try and relieve the empty feeling inside you and to quell the fires burning in your belly

and in a moment of weakness, you call out Paz's name, lost in your fantasies

lo and behold, guess who happens to be walking by?? the man himself

he's worried you're hurt, so he comes inside, only to realize that you're definitely not injured

in literally any other instance you'd be embarrassed

but you've been sexually frustrated for months and the man of your literal dreams is standing in front of you

you snap that he can either come and help you or he can leave, but if he doesn't do something you might actually scream

he snaps out of his shock and decides there are worse things than getting to worship your body like he's been dreaming about

in the aftermath of your... ahem, activities, laying in bed with Paz, he whispers a confession that he wants more than just the occasional fuck

you're looking at him, hoping and praying he's saying what you think he's saying

he tells you that he thinks he might be in love with you, and if you'll permit him, he'll marry you and bring you into his clan, and if you wish it, he'll say the gai bal manda to your child, but even if you don't, he'll still love them and ensure they're raised to want for nothing

you kiss him, because you don't have the words to explain just how much you want that too, and you'll take anything and everything he offers you

coming to the clan and joining with a child

so, in this hc, i'm vibing with the idea that your ex was abusive in some manner, and so fearing for your lives, you flee him with your child

except the problem is he's rich, and he hates the idea that you escaped him, because in his mind you belong to him, so he hires Din to "retrieve his property"

Din takes the job, and upon realizing that "property" means you and your kid, he immediately abandons the job (bc he's got a kid of his own now and like hell is he gonna make the same mistake twice) and brings you to the covert

they're all equally furious as Din, to your surprise

Paz (who i've just decided is the Mand'alor in this hc) takes Din aside and tells him to go "take care" of your ex quietly

and then he immediately assigns himself as your protector

now, coming from an abusive relationship, you're v skittish around men, and even though your ex wasn't particularly large or physically intimidating, he still hurt you so the back of your mind is saying that Paz has the potential to be far more dangerous even if you haven't seen any examples of that

so you're very much shy around him and often v scared and skittish

it makes Paz so sad to see but he understands, and keeps his distance while also making sure to do whatever he can to make you feel safe

now your kid on the other hand

they're old enough, i'm thinking 8-10?

they're used to being afraid of dear old dad and also feeling hopeless about not being able to protect their momma

so being brought into a covert of warriors who have zero issues training children from a young age to fight??

they're ecstatic!

because not only can they protect themselves, they can get strong enough to protect you too

and they see Paz as the head of the covert and the heavy artillery master, and they imprint like a baby duckling

they follow him around and try to mimic him in everything he does

the entire covert thinks it's adorable

Paz is worried at first that you'll be upset since you're so skittish around him

but you decide to see how it plays out, and honestly it's kind of a test, because you've often found the easiest way to see the measure of a person is how they treat kids

and Paz absolutely loves your little one

he's so good and patient with them, he takes their training seriously and often personally trains with them

your kiddo loves them too, and Paz helps them acclimate so damn well

which is why when you find your kiddo sobbing in your rooms one afternoon apologizing for being the reason that you'll have to leave the covert you're very concerned

after much prying you find out your baby accidentally called Paz the word for 'dad' in your language, and now thinks Paz is going to kick the two of you out

you don't know how to fix this, but you know you have to try, because Paz is the first good and positive male figure they've been able to latch on to in their life and you don't want them to lose this, and also you really don't want to leave either

so you go to find Paz, and you find him on his throne, clearly very lost in thought

he's shocked to see you seeking him out, but he begins to apologize, because while he didn't understand the word your kid said, he was worried he'd done something to hurt them, and you'd put your trust in him that he wouldn't so he's afraid you've come to yell at him

you cross your arms and very sternly inform him that your child has come to see Paz in a father figure role, and you need to know how he feels about this, because if he's going to reject your baby, you need to know so you can attempt to mitigate the heartbreak

Paz stares at you for a moment and asks what you'd do if he said he'd be honored if your kid thought of him as a father and that he would ask your permission to adopt your kid as well to help your baby understand that Paz isn't going anywhere and that he's wanted

you're moved, practically to tears, all the fight draining out of you

you never could've imagined your baby getting this, and all you wanna do is say yes, so you begin to nod and agree, so overwhelmed

which is when Paz stands from his throne and makes his way towards you, where he tells you that as much as he loves your kid, he'd also be interested in starting something with you, that he admires you so much, and you've raised your kid so well, and he would like nothing more than to begin courting you

you're struck dumb, but you're also flattered, and you can't deny that seeing how Paz acts with your child gives you hope for how he might treat you as a partner

so, you agree to a tentative courtship, which quickly blossoms into more

...

i might have gotten carried away, but I hope you enjoy these!! maybe I'll turn them into stories down the road!

#asks #sleepover!#lynn's sleepover #asked and answered #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #headcanons #paz vizsla hcs

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skunkes · 2 months

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this might be a silly question but U know that cute eye style u do for chibis and such. i think its adorable and made eyes Make Sense but ive never seen anyone else do it so i would feel like i was jacking your style to use it in my art too ;_; at least if i did comms or watever.. its so unique to ur art to me but i wanted to ask waht you think

hm so obvs i am not the first or last person to do it and ive also evolved it to be my own thing over the years, so wld not matter if someone did the same bc it'll (ideally) morph to ur own style eventually too... im unsure abt the wording of this tho bc recently somebody has been using various aspects of my chibi style to sell comms and it feels Strange.

Like nobody owns art styles and i usually dont care bc i myself always Frankenstein and evolve art aspects i love but the combination of (this person) using my style, style of coloring, exact same brush, and Squiggles in combination with selling em for Cheaper is making me nervous abt this ask. Ykwim. Id say go for it as long as u dont straight up emulate the whole entire thing.... If its just the eyes then yeah whatever theyre not even "mine" and I have like 20 different ways of drawing eyes on my chibis

#its so hard to find balance here like i feel snobbish and rude for being upset with the above example #bc i myself always pluck art aspects frm other ppl and integrate it into mine #and nobody owns styles but idk. idk!#anonymous #skunk mail

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ilguna · 7 months

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heyy! i'm a fan of ur thg fics on wattpad, and i was wondering if u could do one with cashmere? sort of like one where it's the 75 and we're from district 4 or whatever and she comes by our room like the night before, then the first day in the games, and preferably could u release it on wattpad cuz i mainly use that?? thank u sm!!

☼ heather (Cashmere Ritchson) ☼

warnings; swearing, suicide mention.

wc; 4.6k

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The rebellion means nothing if it means you’ll be forced to leave your girlfriend behind without giving her a chance.

This is what you’ve decided after these past few days of going back and forth on whether or not you’ll take matters into your own hands. You played both sides, but the more you tried to live with it, the more the guilt ate you alive. Which brought you to arguing with your allies and the organizers about allowing her to be in on it.

And they told you that no matter the situation—under no circumstances—is Cashmere and Gloss Ritchson to join the rebel alliance.

It’s primarily because they’re from District One, known for its loyalty to the Capitol. It’s the same for Two, but you’re not arguing for Enobaria and Brutus. You know that they’d sell the rebels out in a second if it meant that their name would be mentioned by the media once.

You can see why they’re saying no. For them, the risk is too high to take. It’s easy to break off your relationship if it means that the Hunger Games are over. You’d agree, too, if you and Cashmere recently started dating. Except, the two of you have been together for almost four years. You crossed the honeymoon stage a long time ago.

They don’t know anything about her. If they knew even half of where she stood on topics like this, you think they’d recruit her in a heartbeat. They’d be at your feet begging for you to convince her to help, because Cashmere and Gloss can have the loudest voices, especially in District One.

That’s what you’ve been trying to explain to them this entire week. Cashmere wants to do good in her life. The two of you talk about it every time you’re in the Capitol to mentor. The only way she can do that right now is by helping her tributes win, and then making sure that Coriolanus doesn’t get his hands on them.

If you were to tell her that there’s a way the Games could completely end and she’d never have to worry about another teenager being passed around the Capitol, she would be pissed at you for not mentioning it sooner. She has a heart, and so does Gloss.

All it would take is Cashmere joining for the dominos to start falling. Gloss would be right behind her, because there’s nothing the two of them have done apart in their life. This would cause most of the people in District One to rethink their stance, since their main figures have.

This could even be what convinces District Two.

Haymitch Abernathy and Plutarch Heavensbee won’t bite. No matter how many times you propose the plan, and rework it each time they find a reason to say it won’t work, they don’t want to believe there’s another branch to exploit.

Unfortunately for them, you don’t think you can follow behind them blindly.

As you make your way out of your carpeted room to the hallway, your feet sweep against the hardwood floor that belongs to the District Four apartment in the Training Center. You’ve spent the past couple of hours decompressing, deciding what your move will be in the arena.

You haven’t come to any conclusion quite yet, you were hoping that you’d have more time.

Usually, after the interviews with Caesar, the tributes, mentors, escort and stylists will gather together to have one final meal to talk about the highlights. The evening will end with watching the recaps, where you’d send away the tributes to their rooms to get much needed sleep when it’s done.

This year, nothing has gone according to plan. From the moment Cashmere stepped on stage, it was like all of you unanimously had your minds set on the idea of shutting the Games down, at any cost. With Cashmere and Gloss kicking it off strong, by having the Capitol citizens in tears in the first thirty seconds of either of them being on stage.

She talked about how devastated she was that her time was being taken away from her, when she has so much of it left. Not only referencing the Capitol, a place she loves dearly, despite the way it’s treated her as of late. But she was also talking about you, because four years is not enough when you were thinking you had the rest of your lives together.

“I can’t imagine losing you.” She’d murmured into the microphone, eyes locked on the camera. From where you stood with Finnick backstage, you knew that one was directed at you. And so did he.

Gloss kept it up by showering the Capitol in compliments, recalling the times where they had been so kind to the two of them since their winnings. And then he reeled it in by talking about how he’d never be able to properly repay them, because he’s going away so soon.

Beetee and Wiress worked together to question the legality of the Quell. One of them asking the questions, the other backing up his claims with facts and dates that went along with them. They ended by asking if the Quell had been properly examined by the experts lately.

And then you came on stage right after, wearing a dress in Cashmere’s favorite shade of purple. A color that your stylist wouldn’t typically go for, if you hadn’t been so persistent with him since the Tribute Parade. You had to wear purple, and if he couldn’t make it work, then you wanted someone that could.

When he showed you his final product, you almost couldn’t believe how gorgeous it was. For someone who worked inside of a very tight box of hues of sea green and the theme of the ocean, he went above and beyond when it came to styling a piece that was supposed to be reminiscent of District One.

This was amplified by the collective gasps from the crowd when they finally saw you take the stage. Little did they know, they would never get the opportunity to leave their state of shock. The next three minutes of your interview were painful, but perfectly calculated for this moment.

You proceeded to reveal every secret that you’d kept about the Capitol.

You couldn’t outwardly say how Snow pounced on you when you were becoming popular after your Games. You danced around the topic, wanting the citizens to figure this one out on their own. It may not be today, or tomorrow, but when they do realize, it’ll leave a sour taste in their mouth.

Just like how their faces puckered up when you admitted the biggest secret of them all, the one that you’d kept from them for four years. With your hands clasped against your chest, you gave Caesar a smile.

“Do you know the significance of this color, Caesar? It’s more than just purple, it’s heather.” You tilted your head slightly.

“Yes, I was just about to say that. I believe I wore the color one year.” He laughed.

“You wore it the year Cashmere won, actually. It was her favorite color prior to coming to the Capitol, and when she saw it, she took it as a sign.” You wanted to look back at her, except you couldn’t. You had to wait.

“Oh, is that right?” He asked. “Does it hold sentimental value to you, as well?”

“Yes, I’ve been wearing this color for four years now, and I’ll never get sick of it.” You smiled, looking out to the crowd in front of you, feeling your body get jittery. It was the reason why your hands were against your chest, instead of at your sides. So they wouldn’t be able to see you shaking.

When Snow found out that you and Cashmere were dating—two of the Capitol’s favorite darlings—he told you that it would never be able to come to light. If they found out the truth, it could ruin the plan he had for the two of you. And in turn, he said that you’d find yourself regretting it if you ever did breathe a word.

You listened, and then he changed the rules of the Hunger Games. Which means he forfeits his right to dangle something like safety over your head. You’re dead, anyway, if you can’t figure out the rebel plan. What’s it matter?

“Why is that?” He asked.

You felt the seconds counting down on the clock, your third minute coming in fast.

“I’m in love with Cashmere.” You told him, but when you turned your head, it was to look at her, not him. “And she’s in love with me. We have been for the past four years.”

The buzzer went off directly after. At least half of the crowd leapt to their feet, demanding for another minute. Or an explanation, at the very least. You couldn’t leave them on a cliffhanger like that, it wasn’t fair.

“Thank you, (Y/n) (L/n).” Caesar took your hands to squeeze them tightly. “Best of luck to you, and to Cashmere.”

“Thank you, Caesar.” You murmured, walking away.

To seal every last word of what you’d said at the end, you purposely went up the steps that’d lead you to Cashmere. She held her hands out, waiting for you to take them. You pressed your thumb over the middle of her knuckles, the tops of her fingers resting in your palms.

“Okay?” You asked, letting her lean into you.

“Okay.” She agreed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You then let go of her hands to adjust a blonde curl that was straying, giving her a smile, before moving down the line to stand next to Beetee. Your interview went perfectly, you fed off of Cashmere, but set up for what Finnick had planned to do. Which was a poem he’d written for Annie, that had the girls swooning in their seats.

After that, it was a steady build up to Peeta. Johanna asked if anything could be done about the situation, considering the Capitol and the victors have formed a bond that would be cruel to sever. Seeder and Chaff proceeded to talk about how in District Eleven, President Snow is hailed to be all-powerful, meaning he should be able to change the Quell, and grant the victors mercy.

As soon as Katniss got on stage, it was over with. Her stylist had outdone himself again, by putting her in the wedding dress that had won the final vote. She was unable to speak for the first two minutes because the crowd wouldn’t quiet down because of it.

Eventually, she was able to speak, and she did the same trick that she did last year, by twirling. Instead of vanity flames eating away at the bottom of her dress again, it completely consumed her. Her stylist had turned her into a mockingjay, and neither you or Finnick could hold back the hiss that escaped you. He would pay for that.

Peeta was the perfect person to end the interviews with. He started light, gradually getting heavier with each topic, the same thing that you had done. He continued the playful dynamic he and Caesar have to brighten the crowd. That moved into talking about the secret, unofficial marriage that he and Katniss had prior to coming to the Capitol.

And it ended with him claiming that Katniss was pregnant.

It was the perfect end to a tragic evening.

The chaos was too much for everyone to handle, though. Where you normally get time after the interviews to mingle, and say your goodbyes to the tributes around you, it wasn’t allowed. You didn’t get to see Cashmere before you were shoved into an elevator with Finnick and Johanna, being sent up to your floors alone.

When Mags came back to the apartment by herself, she advised for you to stay in your rooms after what happened after the interviews. She was afraid that Peacekeepers might come to visit, but none have come in the past couple of hours. That’s why you’ve felt safe enough to come out.

You stand in the doorway that leads you to the living room, staring at bronze hair. Of course, her favorite boy isn’t listening to her. Finnick is sitting on the couch, where he’s watching Capitol reporters talk about the interviews, without showing actual clips. They can’t, not after what happened.

The moment that Peeta had taken his spot at the end of the row, you all began to join hands. Cashmere’s head swiveled in your direction, and when you gave her a solid nod, she didn’t hesitate to follow your lead. She trusts you to do what’s right. Another example that Cashmere and Gloss would join the rebellion if offered.

By the ending notes of the Capitol anthem, you stood in two unbroken lines, hands joining you together. The first public show of unity among the districts in decades. An act none of you could’ve ever imagined would happen.

You shuffle out of the doorway and down two steps to pass through the dining room. At the sound of your movement, Finnick turns his head to look over his shoulder. His eyes land on your body first, eyes dragging up to see your face when you get closer.

“They’re not coming.” You murmur, stopping behind the couch.

“No, they’re not.” He agrees. There’s a moment of silence. “I don’t think we made a difference.”

“We already knew he wasn’t going to cancel the Games. The Capitol people could be killing themselves on the streets and he would still do what he thinks is best.” You sigh.

“It was worth the shot.” Finnick says.

The woman on the screen bids her goodbye, disappearing. She’s suddenly replaced by Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith. They both have wide smiles on their faces. You guess they got the clear to come on television and speak about the interviews, after all. You thought that Snow would try to sweep it under the rug.

This ought to be good.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it has been an eventful evening.” Caesar says, laughing nervously. “It will be one controversial night to remember.”

“Yes it will.” Claudius nods.

“I would even call this a night for the lovers.” Caesar lifts his hand. “Between Cashmere and (Y/n), Finnick and his poem, and the young couple from District Twelve, I don’t think we’ve seen a room so in love before.”

“Do you think they’ll announce it?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, but they’ve got to lead up to it.” Finnick adjusts on the couch, patting the spot next to him. “You can sit.”

“I’m good.” You tell him.

You’ve been waiting for him to say something about your interview all night, but he must be confident that you won’t betray the rebels in any way. If only your mentor knew just how much you’ve been thinking about it. His eyes would bulge out of his head. How could you ever leave District Four behind for a girl?

“I must say that the Capitol is certainly worked up tonight, don’t you think?” Claudius asks. “We’ve had favorites in the past, they could never compare to this.”

“I believe that’s the exact issue. We have all the favorites with us. Much less, all the victors that won the last decade. Enobaria, Gloss, Cashmere, Finnick, and (Y/n)? That’s five Career victors that won in a straight line, and now they’re going to be put into the Games together.” Caesar’s shaking his head. “It really is unfortunate.”

“I hate it when they pretend to care.” You say.

“They’re sympathizing with the public. I bet they’ll do it now.”

“You know what else is unfortunate…” Claudius trails off.

“Oh yes, the pregnancy.” Caesar lets out a tough sigh, “I can’t believe it, myself.”

“I know we’ve all been waiting eagerly to see what President Snow will say, and we have it here.” Claudius holds up a card, briefly flashing it to the camera to show Snow’s signature. “He instructed us to read it, as he’s sure our citizens are upset with him at the moment.”

The notecard is passed to Caesar, where he lightly taps it against the desk, as if straightening a stack of them. When really, there’s just one. “It reads, ‘It is with the heaviest heart, I must tell you that the 75th Quarter Quell will continue as planned, and will not be cancelled or postponed. My best of luck to our dearest, Katniss Everdeen’.”

“I told you.” You say, “He wants us all dead.”

Finnick lets out a scoff.

A knock at the door causes the both of you to look in that direction. You glance at the clock to see it’s exactly the time that you had told Cashmere to come over. Granted, at the time you had no idea of what would be happening on stage. You just wanted to spend time with her before going inside of the arena.

When you begin to walk toward it, Finnick sits up on the couch. “Are you expecting someone?”

You don’t answer him, fixing your hair, and then opening the door slightly. You’re met with Cashmere, her blonde hair in wet waves against her shoulders. She’s wearing silk pajamas. You bite your bottom lip, offering her a smile.

“I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to.” She says. “The avoxes tried to stop me, but my mentor told them to let me go. I can’t stay for long.”

“That’s okay.” You tell her, letting her come inside. “A few hours is better than none.”

You look in Finnick’s direction, and find him glaring at you momentarily, before turning his attention to the television, where Claudius and Caesar have moved on. You squint at the back of his head, closing the door.

“Let’s go to my room.” You tell her, taking her hand in yours. “I wouldn’t want to bother Finnick.”

The walk to your room is quiet, and with the layout of the apartments being nearly identical in each one, she finds your room easily. The blankets on your bed are messy, but she still throws herself down, pulling them over her.

“Did you hear the announcement?” You ask, going to sit on the bed.

“No, but Gloss was watching it when I left.” She turns her head to look at you. “And by the look on your face, it’s telling me that the Games are still on.”

“Yeah.” You murmur, eyes dancing over her face, before looking out the window.

It’s quiet between you for a brief moment. “You didn’t change your mind.” She says, it’s not a question. “(Y/n), you have to be kidding me.”

“Cashmere…” You shake your head. “I told you that I can’t change my mind.”

“About being my ally?” She asks, throwing the blankets off of herself to sit up. “Does it make more sense to be in Finnick’s alliance instead of with the Careers, with me?” Her face is twisted, there’s a wet mark on one of your pillows because of her hair. “I thought you said you were going to tell him. I thought that’s why he looked at you like that.”

You press your lips together, shifting your gaze from her. You knew you shouldn’t have mentioned anything to her. What you said was that you would talk to Finnick about the alliance situation. It’s a good thing you knew better than to make a promise, because she would hold you to that.

Even though she knows that you’re trapped in this alliance. There’s not very much wiggle room for you. And if you stray, then you’re as good as dead to the rebellion. There’s hundreds of things that could go wrong in the arena—you injure yourself, you make enemies, you get attacked, Enobaria and Brutus turn on you, starvation, dehydration. If the Careers decide to attack the rebel alliance and you’re seen with them, there’s no way you’re making it out of the arena.

It’s too risky to try to work with them, when you know you’ll be safest with Finnick.

Except, if anything were to happen to Cashmere in the arena, you’d never be able to forgive yourself. You know that you would curse yourself for not protecting her more. And if she died?

“Sacrifices have to be made.” Is what Finnick told you the first time you brought up your concern to him. “I’m sorry yours is one of the more painful ones.”

You swallow the toughness growing in your throat. “There’s nothing I can do.”

“I don’t believe that.” Cashmere says. “I want you to be with me and Gloss, at least. We don’t have to be with Enobaria and Brutus, if that’s what is holding you back—”

“That’s not…” You stop, taking a breath. “That doesn’t make a difference.”

“Is it Gloss?” She asks, back straightening. “(Y/n), please don’t make me choose between you or my brother.”

“I’m not making you choose between anything, Cash.” You tell her, meeting her eyes. “There is no choice. I am in this alliance, and I can’t leave it.”

“And I can’t join.” She says, eyebrows drawing in. “I don’t want to be split from you in the arena, that’s not fair.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“Then why are you doing this?” She asks. “Is it Finnick? Does he not like me?”

You sigh through your nose. “No, Cashmere.”

“Why? You have to give me that!” She shouts.

“I trapped myself.” You try to keep your voice measured. You don’t like seeing her desperate like this. “I’ve told you that.”

“That’s all you’ve told me. I want a real answer.” She says. “I deserve it. After four years of my life spent with you, you owe me that much.”

“Cashmere, I don’t owe you a goddamn thing on a scale like this.” You tell her.

Her eyes hit yours sharply, face twisting in disgust. She lets out a sound of disbelief, getting to her feet. “You were the last person I’d ever expect—” She stops next to the door. “Goodbye, (Y/n).”

“Cashmere.” You stand, she’s making her way out of your room. You chase her for a few steps, but by the time you make it to the hallway, she’s slammed the front door behind her.

You stare at the door, teeth chattering against themselves as the tears hit you all at once. You sniff, covering your mouth as you go to return to your room. You haven’t even taken three steps before you see Finnick standing in the darkness of his side of the hallway.

He doesn’t have to say anything, you know exactly what he’s thinking.

“Don’t worry,” Your voice wavers, you continue past him. “I didn’t tell her anything.”

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“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games begin!” Claudius Templesmith announces.

With your eyes closed, you raise your chin, holding your arms out to let the salty breeze embrace you. It moves right through the wetsuit, as if you’re standing here naked. The goosebumps that try to cover your skin are quickly eliminated by the warmth of the air that surrounds you.

You don’t move from this stance for a long second, pretending that you’re standing on the beach at home in District Four. The only change you would make right now is to take off your shoes to feel the water lap over your feet, instead of your boots. You’d do it, but you don’t want to accidentally set off the explosive beneath the metal plate.

You open your eyes.

A clear, blue sky with no clouds in sight is what greets you, leaving the bright and powerful sun fully exposed. You direct your attention downward, to the land beyond the water that you’ll have to swim through. It’s lusciously thick, and healthily green, with trees stretching far up into the air without fear.

It’s a jungle.

The arena seems to be circular from what you can tell on your podium. The jungle takes up the entire outer circle, with a small strip of beach on the inner side. Besides the water, the only other landmark in the center is the Cornucopia, which is placed on a small, black rock island. There are spokes coming out of the island, leading all the way to the beach, creating wedges.

In each water wedge, there are two tributes.

When you turn your head to see who you’ve been placed with, you’re met with the woman from Nine. She’s preoccupied with looking at the arena. There’s no telling if she’s seen you or not. It wouldn’t matter, anyway. She’s not exactly a threat to you.

You look between the tributes on each side of you, searching for any of your rebel allies. You can see Finnick, and barely make out Johanna’s spiky hair in the distance. Katniss looks to be close, too. It’s perfect placement, you’ll be able to meet them in the Cornucopia, easily.

Despite the fact that this should be an ease of mind, you don’t stop looking. You want to find Cashmere, so you know where to block Katniss from going so she doesn’t harm her. You go over the tributes three times, unable to find her from where you’re standing. She must be on the other side of the island.

Will you even get a chance to see her?

The gong finally sounds, you dive to the spoke off to your right. The water is refreshingly cold, but not enough to take your breath away. You cut through the waves easily, pulling yourself onto the black rock. The water weighs you down, it’s a sensation that you’re used to.

On your feet, you sprint up to the Cornucopia, arms pumping at your sides. Strands of your hair fling up to cling onto any exposed skin. You whip your head from side to side to see who’s coming up your way, and find that Katniss and Finnick will be here at any moment.

The confliction in your body keeps you from moving where you stand. Either you can stay here, and help the rebels. Or you can be with Cashmere and keep her alive until the rescue happens. The issue is, you won’t have any idea when that’ll be, because there’s a plan with the district bread.

If you leave her, it means you could leave her behind for good. She’ll get taken by the Capitol when you get rescued. Who knows what they’ll do to her if they think she’s a rebel sympathizer. Especially since she’s from District One.

You gravitate forward, past the Cornucopia. You can hear Finnick shouting your name, you think. You don’t stop moving, finding Cashmere in the water, swimming to her own spoke. She doesn’t seem to be in much of a hurry.

You jog down the rock, being careful not to trip over the jagged pieces. By the time you’re there to meet Cashmere, Finnick and Katniss have made it. You crouch down, offering your hand to her.

Cashmere looks up, pressing her lips together.

“Come on, Cash.” You urge her, “Let’s go.”

“What are you doing?” She asks, reaching up. You grab her wrist, pulling her out of the salt water completely. She wipes it from her eyes.

“I’m choosing you.” You tell her. “I’ll figure something else out. You’re more important to me.”

this is part of my 3k celebration!! you can join until the cure is released on October 31st, at midnight!

+ i will transfer this to wattpad as soon as i'm done with my celebration :)

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ssuckitlosers · 6 months

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Loved the character analysis post! On the topic of self control, how well do ur fav characters handle the impulse to purchase lil doodads near checkout?

@hwsforeignrelations This took so long your account deactivated omg. This has been 95% written in my drafts for months.

Hws England: Arthur has no problem spending money; if he wants something, he’ll just buy it. I've kinda mentioned this before, but Arthur likes his knickknacks. He'll usually come back with, at least one, pointless souvenir whenever there's a world meeting (his fridge is covered in magnets). Basically, he does not handle the impulse well lol.

Hws America: Alfred usually just gets him groceries delivered so is rarely presented with the impulse. However, when it comes to teleshopping he buys all kinds of rubbish (pretty sure that's canon). It is easy to sell something to Alfred but it's rare that something will catch his eye on its own. Though if he does spot something he wants, he'll buy it so he's not great at handling the impulse either.

Hws Japan: Kiku is similar to Alfred, he primarily shops online and rarely does so in person. He's also prone to buying things because they look or do something cool. Though he has more self-restraint when buying things and tends to weigh up if they're actually worth it. He's more likely to leave something and then come back for it later if/when the impulse doesn't go away. So I think he handles the impulse well.

Hws Prussia: Gilbert… It really depends. On his own, he's not buying anything he didn't set out to buy, he doesn't even look at anything else. With other people however, he's terrible. Buy's whatever catches his eye, usually cheap rubbish that he can annoy people with and he'll gift it to that person so that he doesn't have to clutter his house with it. Overall though he's great at handling the impulse, unless he needs it he won't buy it.

Hws Germany: Ludwig cannot make a purely impulsive decision. All of the appliances he owns has been thoroughly researched beforehand. This man is a prime example of impulse control.

#lemme know if you want me to untag you btw #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hws england #hws america #hws japan #hws germany #hws prussia #asks #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #kiku honda #gilbert beilschmidt #ludwig beilschmidt #could write general shopping headcanons...

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Red Dead Modern AU: Synth Edition!

Sorry it took me so long to get it out there but it's here now and I love what I've made up so far >:D

They live out in the country first of all. Let's just say the town is Valentine (cuz I like the name). Dutch Hosea and Susan all co-own a big two story house (similar to the shady belle one but smaller and better kept together) and they own a decent plot of land where there's a handful of mobile home style smaller houses that the rest of the gang live in (some have tents and cars and stuff like that too) They also have cows and horses on their land too. There's and old run down church not far from the camp that's near a creek so they had a stock hold of stuff there (Reverend chills there too cuz I said so).

Now to get into the individual peeps.

So the town of Valentine is pretty far out there so they don't have a fully functioning police system, Dutch offers his men to help with standard stuff and to still have crime control without having to call out an actual squad of police (kind of like in Rhodes with the Grays) Colm Odriscoll also has a couple of his men in the basically volunteer police department so there's some rivalry there. The real rivalry started with a bar fight in the 90s between Colm and Dutch that ended with Annabel and Colm's brother both dying (they "took it outside" into the woofs so there were no witnesses besides them and Hosea) Basically they were both like "I won't turn you in if you don't turn me in" so it was a stalemate. Colm ODriscoll owns one of those all boys reform school ranches that turn out to be abusive, that's where Kieran works as a stable hand of course (Colm has his gang of people aside from the school). So basically Ducth has somewhat control over this town plus a rivalry with Colm. He's still a little crazy so he basically how they get Kieran to join there side is threatening him with incriminating evidence agaist him (dutch knows the reform school is bad so he's like "Hey kieran ur gonna get arrested big time cuz u work there even tho you didn't do anything we have this fake evidence agaist you so join us instead) so now he just is a stable hand at a different place. Now as I mentioned Strauss is the most tech savvy of them all (surprising ik) because he basically scams people online. So strauss is usually on the family computer which is just a clunky 2000s pc Hosea bought cuz he wanted to be cool and impress the kids. How they met John is that he was about to get dragged away by some police officer cuz he didn't have a guardian around or something but Dutch ran up to him like "That's where you are! Moms worried sick. Don't you ever run away again r- uuuuh *looks to Hoseas* rrrip...Van Winkle! Let's get you home, thank you officer." And the rest was history ig

Arthur: helps mostly on the farm with the cows and stuff (cowpoke lol), owns a really beat up truck (John crashed it)

Dutch: no license lol, manages money for the farm, selling etc., is a conspiracy theorist he has one of those red string boards, probably stays up all night looking at his phone (facebook), tries to be "hip" but fails miserably, infinite amount of Hawaiian shirts where dies he keep getting these-

Hosea: used to own a motorcycle, crashed it unfortunately, shoplifts because he thinks it's funny, is actually cool unlike Dutch, has a garden.

John: dropped out of highschool rip, ran away 100 times as a kid but always called when he was like somehow 15 miles away like "mom come pick me up I'm scared", duct tapes whatever is broken no matter what it is. Works with cows on the farm but usually let's arthur do the actual work

Tilly: most put together of the main family. Student teacher at the school, likes hunting and has deer antlers in her room, helps mostly with the horses on the farm.

Charles: national park ranger (works at the nearest one even though it's still a 2 hours drive or something like that so he wakes up really early), has a blog about nature and park rangers stuff.

MaryBeth: has a book club (they meet in the cafe every Friday 3 pm), fanfic writer, would have a pretty huge following

Pearson: owns a cafe (saves a table area for Mary beth on fridays), has a huge postcard collection, watches cooking TV shows religiously lol

Susan: facebook gossip (has one of those old lady groups), principal at the school, cigarette mom

Sadie: Works for animal control, owns a cabin with Jake

Kieran: loves bass pro, works as a stable hand, plays those stupid horse care mobile games, has a yt channel (centered around horses)

MaryBeth: has a book club (they meet in the cafe every Friday 3 pm), fanfic writer, would have a pretty huge following

Susan: facebook gossip (has one of those old lady groups), principal at the school, cigarette mom

Sadie: Works for animal control, owns a cabin with Jake

Kieran: loves bass pro, works as a stable hand, plays those stupid horse care mobile kids games, has a yt channel (centered around horses)

Trelawny: van life style travels around the country in a caravan, also has a yt channel the videos usually only have a couple likes, maybe one or two comments (centered very random stuff mostly magic tricks)

That's all I've got but RARARRA THE LORE I WILL GO INSANE PLZ ASK ME ABOUT IT!

#i really like my modern au...#i know exactly where it is because the farm is this house that i always passed whenever we'd go to the creek as a kid and then right next-#to the creek was that boarded up church that still had all the stuff inside it #its so cool #ill make a mapa md art for it one of these days #PLZZZ ASK ME ABOUT THE LORE I HAVE SK MUCH IDEAS #ill finsih the peep descriptions later ;-;#rdr2 modern au #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #dutch van der linde #hosea mathews

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