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wherenymphsroam · 7 months

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I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him

GRAHHHH YES !!!!

cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3

w/c: 1.5k

like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.

and some things really like … don’t click at first.

that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.

but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.

he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.

but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.

sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.

so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.

the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.

he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.

“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.

“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.

it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.

“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.

he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.

you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.

the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.

and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.

and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.

he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.

he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.

your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.

and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.

and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.

and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.

but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.

#GRRRRRRRUFF EUFF #RUFF RUFF AWOOOOO #howling at the moon rn #chubby Leon is so important to me #chubby leon #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #someone push him into retirement already please #late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.#fairies. 𐦍 #yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚

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chuuyasheaven · 10 months

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keep listening to the voices

“—Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, ‘donna.”

“Today was really stressful for him, so he was happy to finally just find peace in you. But in those thigh highs you were wearing, he took it way too literally. .”

Tags: Dazai Osamu / afab! Reader, slight chubby! Reader, thicc thighs, feral! Dazai, rough sex, oral (afab! recieving), dacryphilia, fingering, praising kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, pet names, might contain grammar errors, kinda rushed, kinda cringe?, jus’ a drabble, etc.

Notes: Damn, y’all really are encouraging my voices, aren’t you? Filthy fucks. . .(enjoy anyway lmao)

There are rare days where Dazai actually does his work, which is usually a lot, in those days, he returns home annoyed and stressed. Another thing is, that he seeks your comfort. But this time, he changed his plans.

Why? You should know, seriously. Since you’re kinda chubby, you have thick thighs. The thighs that Dazai loves so much, especially when they’re in thigh highs. The reason’s pretty obvious, he loves how the slightly flow over them.

Whenever you’re in those, he either eats you out or fucks you really good. Bonus if you wear his shirt without anything but panties. But what if you combine those with a stressed Dazai? Well, you can find out yourself.

Right after he came through that door, looking for you, and saw you in his shirt and thigh highs? He absolutely lost control and became feral. So instead of just either eating you out or fuck you rough, he combined those too.

Ever since he came home, he already ate you out once, but didn’t stop after that. Dazai kept on going as if he starved himself. “. . Ah! D–dazai, please. .”, you whimpered for him to hear, he lifted his head to smirk at you. “Y’know, if you keep moaning my name like this I won’t stop anytime soon, ‘donna.”, Dazai teased you before returning to your wet folds. You threw your head back as his warm breath hit your cunt, you covered your mouth to refrain any further moan. He didn’t like that, to say the least.

As an solution, Dazai lifted himself slightly once more to level your thighs, looking at them as he gently kissed them. Those kisses turned into gentle bites, especially on places where he knew you were sensitive.

Still no sound coming from you, he just got back to your pussy, this time, he replaced his tongue with his talented fingers. With those fingers, he reached your sweet spot, the spot that always made you reach high notes. “. .F–fuck!”, you muttered under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“There we go,”, Dazai claimed proudly. You tried to muffle your moans again, but this, Dazai didn’t let you. As he started to finger you more aggressively, hitting your spot perfectly. That’s when your noises were being heard again, also when your second orgasm came.

While you tried to calm down from all this overstimulation, Dazai already has got to take you. Your eyes flew open as you felt him inside of your cunt, feeling the overstimulation again. He immediately started to pound into you, but not really gentle either.

You could really tell he had a shitty day, Dazai was grunting under his breaths, his grip on your hips hardened to probably leave some marks on it later on. “S–so good for me. . Such a good slut f’me, aren’t you, princess?”, Dazai slurred panting.

“O–osamu, please— ah!. .sensitive!”, you tried to tell him but he didn’t really listen to your whines. “Just b–be quiet. . ,”, left his grunting mouth, “. .Wrap your legs around me, now.”, he ordered you. When your legs wrapped around his waist, he hit deeper inside of you because of the new position.

With this new angle, you were moaning louder than before, which made Dazai even more aggressive with his pounding. “That’s right, let everyone know h–how good I fuck you— s–shit. .”, you felt your next high arriving, your cunt made that clear.

Before you even knew it, it already washed over you and you gushed over his cock. But Dazai didn’t stop, his thrusts got even rougher than before, his tip bullying your spot repeatedly, everything felt so intense at this moment.

Dazai didn’t show any signs of stopping right now, this would be your forth orgasm. At this intense overstimulation, you felt tears threatening to spill out, they eventually did fall after a few thrusts. This just made him chuckle. “Aw, I didn’t e–even cum once but you’re crying already? What a–a greedy whore. .”

“. .‘m s–sorry, ‘Samu. .”, you slurred, not really able to tell whole sentences. “It’s a–alright, princess. .just keep taking me s–so good,”, praised you after, honestly, he found it cute how you were sobbing because of his cock. Soon, Dazai could tell he was growing close, and your fourth orgasm would be approach too.

Then, he finally came, right inside of you. You came around his cock, some flowing out around it. “. .Hah, would you look at that?”, Dazai panted while looking down on the mess you both made on your sheets. Dazai first pulled out before pushing the load back into your hole with his fingers.

“—Hm, this isn’t enough for me. .how about round five, bella?”

This is an 50/50 for me. .

#dazai smut #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd smut #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #Rei’s drabbles !! 💗

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sunlightandsuffering · 2 months

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Feminist and The Fratboy AU

THEORETICALLY, I COULD WRITE MORE BUT AS OF RN I KIND OF LIKE HOW IT'S ENDED AND STUFF?? it's not as smutty as i wanted but y'all i really think this is the essence of them, feminist mikasa and fratboy eren WE DO LOVE

She’s sitting in his room, lazily turning herself in loops on his desk chair, spinning around over and over again. And isn’t that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

And yet here she fucking is, in the bedroom of one Eren Yeager, expecting it to play out differently than it has the hundred or so other times she’s been in this exact position.

Her socked foot taps against the edge of his desk once more, giving her the momentum she needs for one more spin– but she’s stopped.

Eren is glaring at her, his own foot wedged harshly between her and the desk, “No more.” She winces, definition of fucking insanity.

“I should go,” Mikasa tells him, sitting up from the comfort of her swivel chair, she should at least pretend she wants to leave, that she has some dignity. “No, we have to work on our gender women’s studies assignment, I need a good mark if I don’t want to worry about the final.” Mikasa glares at him miserably, slumping back into the comfort of the plush high-backed swivel chair, the one she is sure is used for all too much video gaming, “You could, you know apply yourself, that might help.” Eren shoots her an unimpressed look, “Why would I do that when I have an angry little feminist at my beck and call.”

This time she stands up, fully intending to leave, but Eren shoves her back, his foot on her thigh, dumping her right back into her chair, “Relax, Miki, I didn’t mean it.” Debatable.

She quirks an eyebrow at him, irritated, and a smirk tugs at Eren’s lips, those smug, full lips that she loves to kiss way too much, he’s so fucking irritating.

“Don’t be so sensitive.” She could murder him right now, in cold blood, and ruin his mother’s perfectly beige carpet.

For a moment she considers it, her eyes flickering toward the butter knife, lying innocently on the dirty plate on his desk. It’s probably from before she got here, when Mama’s boy eating his dinner at his desk, like a fucking king.

Her face twists into a scowl and Eren’s smirk blooms into a full-on grin, but he must sense her rage because he puts his hands up in surrender, just before she can make a grab for the dull silver of the blade.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” he kicks her affectionately, and she comes back to herself, stops contemplating murder, just three words from him and it’s over, her brain a puddle of mush, “You know I love my angry little feminist.” “Fuck off.” He’s practically beaming now, man spreading wide from his seat on the bed and Mikasa turns to glance over at her notebook, the list of prompts for an essay they need to write.

“What do you think chivalry is?” Mikasa reads aloud, picking up her pen to tap against the desk, she looks up at Eren curiously, awaiting an answer from the very antithesis of feminism himself.

“Get on your knees.”

He says it with such authority, such confidence that she’s already moving to obey before she stops herself, hands clutching the armrests of her chair.

“What?” He doesn’t elaborate, simply jerks with his chin, repeating himself, “Get on your knees.” Mikasa hates herself for following his directions, feels like a fever dream as she drops to her knees, only to find herself looking up at him now from between his legs, that dark feral smile on his lips.

For a moment, it’s quiet, and she simply sits there, her breathing quick as she tries to figure out his angle, and looks up at him through long dark lashes, coated in the most carefully applied mascara, a layer so thin it doesn’t look like she’s wearing it at all.

Because despite her rabid dislike of him, she’d wanted to be pretty, to affect him in the same way he does her, for his heart to skip a beat, his breath to come a little faster. Her heart is galloping in her chest as she looks up at him, the tense set of his shoulders, the complete and total fucking power he has over her, on her knees between his legs, looking up at him, awaiting her fate, her pretty face inches from his cock.

His hand moves and she flinches, expecting what, she doesn’t know, but his touch is soft, his smile still dark, eyes glazed over with something she can’t name, lust, desire, power?

Carefully, he traces a hand over her face, his thumb brushing over the hollow of her cheek, before slipping up to catch her bangs. He gathers her hair back, tucking it from her face with soft reverence, his other coming up to catch any stray strands.

He tangles his right hand through the silky strands of her, knotting it at the base of her skull so he has a firm hold, his other hand tipping her chin up roughly. His voice is gravelly as he speaks, evergreen eyes hooded, “Chivalry is holding your hair back while you suck my cock, Miki.”

Her mouth parts, from shock, or an unconscious desire, she doesn’t know, and the wicked smirk on his lips grows. He drops her chin to tug his sweatpants down, his dick jerking up as he’s released from his confines, no boxers because of course he’s not wearing any. He slaps against her cheek lewdly, a drop of pre brushing against her mouth as he lines himself up, resting comfortably against her cheek.

She’s entranced, watching as he gives himself an experimental stroke, even his own hands not enough to grip his cock completely, an inch or so left out, the thick length of him daunting against the delicate lines of her face.

He’s an imposing figure as he jerks himself off, and Mikasa is caught, silver eyes enraptured. She takes her lower lip between her teeth, tasting the saltiness of his pre, her breath coming faster now, her head foggy with desire.

“To me Miki,” Eren continues, his voice a low rumble that has her staving off a moan as it settles over her, “Chivalry is keeping your hair out of your eyes so you don’t have to worry.” Eren yanks at her long raven locks, a slow almost painful pull, reminding her of the hold he has on her, the literal and metaphorical grasp he has, how she couldn’t shake him off even if she wanted to.

“So you can be a good girl and focus on sucking me off.”

He gives her hair another experimental tug, pulling her just a touch closer, just enough so that plump lips kiss against the hard length of his cock, saliva coating the obscene length of him, a sweet massage that she has no doubt he doesn’t deserve.

“That’s what I think chivalry is,” He looks down at her, smiling dark with mirth, almost gleeful as her lips part, the weeping head of his cock slipping into her mouth, unbidden, a movement all her own, “Wouldn’t you agree, Miki?” Definition of insanity, huh? Call her insane, then.

#lys's drabbles #GSWS EM #fratboy and feminist AU #eremika

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creedslove · 10 months

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Ur literally a wizard at writing i don’t know how you do it because GURLLLLL ur writing makes me more feral then a clicker… anyways

Could this be a headcon or and imagine I don’t know but I was thinking Joel is ur dads best friend you end up getting together romantically BOOOM the dad find out she’s sleeping with his best friend BUT ashes also pregnant with his baby I WONDER WHAT HIS REACTION WOULD BE

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg anon, this is sinful and I love it!!!

• When you finished college, you returned home to spend some time before you could get your shit together and find yourself a job

• so you went to your dad's new home

• he'd moved during the fall and you still hadn't had time to pay him a visit

• in the meantime, your dad had made new friends as they often gathered at your dad's at least once a week for poker night

• most of them were alright, just regular ordinary middle aged guys who had a few drinks and talked about life and played cards

• but there was one of them who wasn't the average dad's friend guy you'd met

• he was painfully handsome, a few years younger than the other guys but probably in his mid to late forties

• he had a gorgeous curly hair, brown eyes that scanned your body up and down whenever he thought you weren't looking

• and his smile

• Joel Miller had a beautiful smile

• you had exchanged a few words here and there and he was a pleasant guy

• but your interactions with Joel Miller didn't go further than that, until you were out at a bar for a few drinks, feeling a little low to find out your ex had got together with one of your friends and you bumped into Joel

• he could tell you were feeling upset so he offered you a drink, that turned into two drinks and then it turned into more

• and that was how you spent the night with your dad's best friend for the first time

• when you two woke up the next morning, you were both a little weirded out, and you promised it would be a one time thing

• but you couldn't keep Joel out of your mind, he had fucked you like no guy ever had, he was rough and gentle and caring and he buried his handsome face into your pussy and didn't stop eating you out until you'd cum for him

• and Joel couldn't keep you out of his mind, he just thought of your tight pussy every day and night and he forced himself to go after you

• so you two decided to keep seeing each other once a week, until it wasn't enough, as time went by you were seeing Joel almost every night

• and what was supposed to be just sex, was turning into something more, as the two of you were always taking care of each other, Joel was protective and sweet and you were just the same, taking care of your man

• it was pretty obvious you two were in love with each other but you didn't want to admit it, though it was too complicated as you two were a secret

• but you were just so into Joel you began getting sloppy and one day your dad overheard you talking on the phone and you had to come up with an excuse you had found a boyfriend

• he kinda was your boyfriend but you dad didn't know your boyfriend was also his friend

• the shit was when your dad rang the doorbell of Joel's home on a Saturday morning to borrow some tools and you answered the door in nothing but one of Joel's t-shirts

• and your dad went crazy

• that man thought he was having a heart attack right there and then, screaming at the top of his lungs and calling you and Joel awful things

• in fact, he even tried punching Joel, and you had to get in the middle of them

• after that, your dad kicked you out of home and told Joel he never wanted to see him again

• so Joel took you into his house, trying to make you feel better about things

• you thought the sickness you were feeling had to do with the sadness about your dad finding out your relationship with Joel

• but a pregnancy test later you found out it had another reason behind it

• you broke the news to Joel, who remained quiet for a while, shocked and trying to let the words sink in

• but once they did, he smiled at you, and he confessed his love for you

• and you confessed your love for him

• you and Joel began living your lives together and nine months later, you welcomed your baby

• your dad was moved to know he'd become a grandpa, even if he wasn't happy you had got together with his friend but you loved him and now you two had built a family together and he had to respect that

____

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons #joel miller tlou #tlou show #tlou fanfiction

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insideliascrazyhead · 1 year

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OYA HIGH HEADCANONS

Fujio:

-Fujio force adopted them all into his found family and not even death will change that

-has a nickname for literally everybody even if he uses their normal names on occasion,you don´t have a nickname?then he doesn´t like you

-the most loving and caring out of all of them

-chaotic and clumsy as fuck

-bisexual,loves to flirt

-total playboy (not in any negative way,he´s totally open about it too)

-sings horribly in the shower and sounds like a dying hyiena on purpose because it´s fun to annoy others even tho he can sing

-extroverted as fuck

-chronical hugger

-Mommas boy and makes sure the all chug their respect woman juice

-overprotective mother hen

-loves to talk a lot

-probably listens to girly pop songs

-enthusiast of the group

Tsukasa

-heavily codependent on Fujio as we saw

-an antisocial creature

-don´t interact before coffee

-chronically sleepy because he´s night active

-Jamuo is his little brother by now and death to anyone who hurts him

-he and Cobra would get along great

-doesn´t see any kinda appeal in social media whatsoever

-sucker for romance

-loves to read

-when he´s bored he daydreams about punching Yasushi in the face.With a chair.

-nosy as fuck

-tried to spy on Todoroki and Odajima fishing once to see that with his own eyes

Jamuo

-drama/theater kid

-draws comics in his spare time like in is delinquent trivia

-always has the tea on everyone

-cinnamon roll

-sarcastic as fuck

-also very sassy and could roast the shit out of the others

-sees Tsukasa and meanwhile Fujio as older brothers

-regular gossip sessions with Sabakan are a must

Yasushi

-death metal is the one thing that can scream louder then him and Kiyoshi

-moral compass is a fucking roulette wheel

-everything that entertains him is crazy,loud,violent or borderlining on life threatening and illigal

-violence towards Kiyoshi is his love language

-there´s a story between him,Kiyoshi and Gandhi long before Amagai

-legends say Gandhi still runs from Yasushi´s revenge

-we all know he´s a little version of Hyuga at heart and it´s a miserable shame they never met

-punch on each others scar after a fight means dumbass I was worried sick about you

-probably not the brightest crayon in the box in school smarts,street smarts tho is a different story,he would beat them all in that

-no sense for danger whatsover (dark alley,great let´s go in there,yeah Yasushi great idea.Oh guys ganging up there great let´s stop?!)

-looves bloody and brutal horror movies

-seems like the friend who eats the craziest combos on food and them makes a suprised Pikachu face that he feels shitty

-probably a self destructive streak with his anger

-doesn´t give a shit about Kiyoshi´s woman issues because he fears he´s gonna leave him for a girl one day

-idk why but i got a feeling hes good at drawing or art in general it´s probably creepy and dark art but art

-antention loving whore (in a affectionate way because damn I love this crazy feral raccoon.)

Kiyoshi

-protective and possesive,jealous kinda like a spoiled guard dog

-especially since Yasushi´s head injury,he would rather die sacrificing himself then let Yasushi get hurt like that again

-the violent mom friend at least in his faction in a very violent way to

-wants to be a beautician

-his soft voice is for Yasushi only

-prentends he doesn´t care,but does,a lot.

-secretly a romantic

-completly different person when he´s with Yasushi,he´s more vulnearble

-probably has a deadbeat loser dad,divorced from his mom and that´s why it´s so important to him to be loved by a woman to not end like his old man

Todoroki

-the thing that makes him the angriest after his friends getting hurt is bullying

-games at night

-he and Odajima do talk when they fish,ok mostly Odajima but he loves the calmness in the others voice

-I also think Odajima names the fishes he´s catching

-sometimes on the rooftop he pretends to read,just to easier eavesdrop on the others

-very intelligent and probably one of the not so many Oya High members that have a plan for the future

-meanwhile can easily ignore the others and interpret it as backround noise when they argue with each other

-meditates against his anger issues doesn´t work that great tho

Shibaman

-has all the tea about Sannoh because of his sister

-his sister pratically raised him so they´re very close

-he and Tsuji have a regular hair coloring session together

-you find him and Tsuji together nearly 24/7 anyways

-when he get´s scolded by his sister the whole gang chimes in just like Yamato

-probably had a buzzcut because a crazy hair experiment went wrong

Tsuji

-crisis?he´s gonna color his hair or change it

-doesn´t like to be told what to do (Todoroki is an exeption) otherwise he will do the opposite

-he and Shibaman have a little betting game going on about the other Oya High students,for example will Tsukasa strangle Yasushi or not and occasionally Todoroki joins in too

-loves to tease his friends

-chaotic good

Nakagoshi

-popular with girls

-loves a good party

-also has no issues speaking to girls either

-has probably one or two sisters

-kinda feels bad about Kiyoshi´s stab wound even after all that time

-so after the stabbing he kicks out anyone fighting with a knife

-also has the tea around S.W.O.R.D

-not necessarily idolizes Cobra but is like mega impressed by him anyways

Nakaoka

-the two forgot that they wanna fight the Yasu-Kiyo faction meanwhile

-where he was the time when each one exept him started Oya High?

Nobody nows but he states it´s a crazy story no ones gonna believe anyways

-does kickboxxing

-loves to spray grafitti

#high and low #high and low the worst #high and low headcanons #oya high #hanaoka fujio #tsukasa takajo #jamuo #oya kou #yasukiyo #nishikawa yasushi #kiyoshi #todoroki yosuke #shibaman #tsuji #nakaoka #nakagoshi

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year

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The Same Page Part 3

Not me saying I would make this a series and then taking forever to update 🥴.

Not sure how many parts this is going to be, probably not many. I’m not sure how good I am at writing series, I might stick to one-shots after another chapter or so, who knows.

Anyway, Reader finally confronts Sherlock and Mycroft for lying to her, at least a bit.

Warnings: angst, I guess that’s it?

Same Page Masterlist:

At least you had stopped crying.

That was the only bright side Mycroft could see as he stood next to you, your laser beam gaze directed at Sherlock’s watch resting in your shaking palms.

He had left half an hour ago, promising to return in two hours, and once you had calmed down, you had settled on Mycroft’s couch with seemingly no intention of removing your attention from Sherlock’s watch until the moment he arrived back.

“Y/N?” Mycroft approached his little sister gently. She didn’t look up. “Y/N, please look at me.” Nothing.

Mycroft considered taking the watch from your hands, but he didn’t want to set you into a panic attack.

Even after all this time, he still wasn’t completely confident in his place as your caregiver. It was impossible to be, given your condition. It was impossible to know when it was right to give you space to do your thing, and when to give out some tough love to get you into better habits.

He had started out leaning more into tough love, it was much more his style when it came to his siblings. It was effective in some cases, such as shaving your hair or the strict eating schedule he had you on to make sure that you didn’t starve yourself. But in other cases, such as when he had tried to free you from the separation anxiety you had developed by leaving you with Molly or John or any of Sherlock’s friends while he went to work, had been absolutely disastrous. Every time he had tried over the past two years, he had been called home early. Once because of a panic attack, once because you had run away to go after him, once because you had gone completely feral and tried to fight your way out of the house, and many other catastrophic events. Your desperate need for your brother was something he couldn’t seem to get out of you, and he suspected that you would be even worse with Sherlock now that he was back.

How else could he expect you to act, after falling apart over Sherlock’s death only to find out he was alive? You would be scared to death to let him out of your sights, Mycroft was sure.

But he couldn’t just let you sit here for hours, staring at that darned watch. You would go mad.

“Y/N please look at me,” he pleaded yet again. It was as if you hadn’t even heard him.

He wasn’t ready to take the watch away quite yet, because he didn’t want to see you in even more distress. He settled for sitting next to you on the couch and placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? I know you can hear me.”

Nothing.

“It’ll be a while before Sherlock is back, why don’t we do something fun?”

Still nothing.

Two years ago, Mycroft would’ve gotten incredibly impatient with the silent girl in front of him. But two years of endless, exhaustive navigating through the minefield of your grief and anxiety had given him more patience than he thought possible. He carefully placed his hand over the face of Sherlock’s watch.

That got your attention. A cry of protest left your lips as you pulled at Mycroft’s hand, trying to move it from the face of the watch. Mycroft grabbed your wrist with his free hand, leaning forwards so that his face flooded your field of vision.

“Y/N, listen to me. It’s alright, you know what time it is. You’ve been staring non-stop at that watch for forty-five minutes, Sherlock won’t be back for a while, please take a break.”

“Please,” it was the first word you’d spoken since Sherlock had left. “Mycroft, please.”

“You’re going to worry yourself into a fit, staring at that watch. He won’t be home for a while, this isn’t healthy and you know it.”

Your eyes finally found his. Two years of practice or no, Mycroft knew he would never get used to that look in your eyes. The wild, desperate searching, as though you were waiting for him to solve every problem, lest you fall to pieces before his very eyes.

“He is coming back. Trust me, please.”

Your fingers slacked on the watch, and Mycroft pulled it from your grasp, before pulling you into his arms.

“Tell me what you’re feeling.” That was another thing Mycroft would never get used to. He didn’t like to talk about feelings, and he almost never understood yours. But you needed his help, and he couldn’t help you if he didn’t know exactly where to start.

“Scared.”

This answer didn’t surprise Mycroft. It was the answer he got most often when he asked the question.

“Go on.”

…

You shifted in Mycroft’s arms, resting your head against his chest. He wasn’t the only one uncomfortable with this conversation.

You may be more “normal” than your brothers, but talking about your feelings wasn’t something you were very comfortable with. Still, you knew Mycroft was trying to help you, and you wanted to make that easier for him if you could.

That would require you to actually stop and think about your own feelings. What were you afraid of? It was hard to tell these days, you only knew that you felt it a lot. The rapid beating of your heart, the horrible ache in your gut, and that anxious, restless, almost indescribable feeling. That pain that pulled and scratched at your insides, like your anxiety was some kind of monster trying to rip its way through your body, consume you entirely. It felt like a living thing, tearing down every good thing that had ever existed for you.

You tried to see past it, to feel past the monster to the feeling that fed it.

“I’m scared he won’t come back.” You said finally. But that wasn’t it, not all of it.

“I’m scared…I’m scared every time I close my eyes, that when I open them I’ll-I’ll be lying in my bed, and this will all have been a dream. That I’ll have to go back to the way things have been for the past two years.” Hot tears stung your eyes, and you hung your head so Mycroft wouldn’t see.

“What can I do?” Mycroft’s voice vibrated against the side of your head, and you relaxed further into him, comforted by his presence.

“I don’t know.”

…

Your answer was barely audible, and had Mycroft not been so close to you he wouldn’t have heard it. He knew you were telling the truth, and that did nothing to stave the worry that was eating away at him. How was he supposed to know how to help you if you didn’t even know what would help? How was he supposed to take away this fear, when he knew it wasn’t an irrational one?

Countless times over the past two years, he had had to go into your room at night to comfort you after you had awoken from a dream only to find out that it was just that, and Sherlock was still dead.

But now that he was truly alive, how were you to distinguish dream from reality anymore, an ability that had been evading you for two years?

“How about we play our game, hm?” Mycroft pulled you away from him and looked down into your face. Your eyes were red-rimmed, and tears were trailing down your face. You hesitated to answer him, your eyes once again falling on Sherlock’s watch.

“It’s only been a few minutes,” Mycroft assured you. “Now come on. What do you see?”

You seemed to regain focus, and Mycroft happily noted that the tears had yet again stopped. Your eyes surveyed the room before stopping on the floor near the front door.

“Unopened box of running shoes.”

Mycroft glanced at where you were looking, and did something most unusual to his character. He began to laugh, and was delighted to see the slight smile that dusted your cheeks.

“Yes yes, point made, I’ll get back to my running schedule when I get a chance. What else?”

It was a game that he had started long ago, when you had first begun to have the trouble distinguishing your dreams from reality. Mycroft knew that in dreams, your subconscious could not create a fully accurate picture of reality, so he had created this game. It was a game that let you stop and examine your surroundings, take stock of the items and people around you, to prove that what you were seeing was real. The clock was right, Mycroft had only five fingers, the sun was in the sky, the flowerpot was in its proper place, that sort of thing. It grounded you, helped you be certain of what you were seeing when asking Mycroft “dream or awake?” didn’t ease your troubled mind.

The unfortunate thing about this game was that it could only go so long, and soon enough you were again reaching to grab Sherlock’s watch.

Mycroft put his hand over yours, stopping your movement.

“It isn’t time yet.”

“How do you know?” You demanded, “neither of us have looked at the time in a while.”

“I set a timer in the kitchen. It will go off approximately five minutes before Sherlock’s intended arrival.”

You finally withdrew your hand from the watch. “Really?”

“I promise.”

Once again you lifted your eyes to meet Mycroft’s. “Hey, Mycroft?”

He could sense fear in your tone, and it alarmed him. “Yes?”

“Am I going to get better now?” Your voice had gone quiet, as though even though you were asking him, you didn’t want him to hear.

“Better? Sweetheart, I-“

Your voice rose in volume, “now don’t pretend that I’m ok, Mycroft. I know how bad these last two years have been. I know how hard it is for you. I haven’t felt like me in—well, in a while.” You were leaning towards Mycroft now. Mycroft knew that stance, and it surprised him. It was the way you looked when you wanted to be hugged, but didn’t want to ask for one, or intrude on his space. He hadn’t seen that stance in a long time. Over the past two years, the two of you had gotten very acquainted with being close to one another, because you couldn’t bear to be away from him.

In a way, Mycroft was almost glad to see your hesitancy. As much as he had been glad that you were comfortable with him, your hesitance to ask for his comfort might be a sign that you were ready to pull away from it. To be more like your old self.

However, if you wanted him, he was still determined to be there. So Mycroft didn’t wait for you to ask, he simply pulled you into his arms, relieved when he felt you relax into him.

“I don’t have an answer for you, sweetheart. But I want you to know, I don’t care how hard it is. I’m here for you, and so is Sherlock.”

“I know.”

…

Sherlock arrived back the very moment he said he would, and you wasted no time running into his arms. He seemed uncomfortable, but Mycroft was glad to see that he didn’t let you see his discomfort.

Your face contorted when you pulled back enough to get a look at your big brother.

“You’re hurt.”

Sherlock gingerly touched the sore spot on his nose.

“It’s fine, I’m ok. John wasn’t as happy to see me as you were.”

Your eyes went wide, “John hit you?”

“Multiple times,” Sherlock muttered. “But I’m fine.”

You seemed hesitant to believe him, but ultimately relented. “Ok.”

…

It wasn’t long after Sherlock’s return that Mycroft insisted you go to bed.

You didn’t want to, sleeping hadn’t been a very easy or pleasant task over the past two years, but once he assured you that both he and Sherlock would be nearby, you finally obeyed your big brothers’ wishes.

It wasn’t a good night’s rest.

Sherlock’s return had done nothing to appease your nightmares, and you found yourself in the middle of yet another one featuring Sherlock—he often appeared in your dreams—dying right in front of you.

You awoke screaming, and you panicked when you felt strong arms grasping your shoulders, until your bedside lamp clicked on to reveal Sherlock holding onto you, shaking you to get you out of your nightmare.

You were gasping for air, and words wouldn’t come, so you simply collapsed into your brother’s arms and clung to his shirt, hyperventilating against his chest.

“It’s alright. You’re ok, you’re safe, I’m right here.”

“You were gone. You-you died again.” Your voice came out strained, and you felt Sherlock tense at your words.

“It’s fine, it was only a dream.”

Something about his words struck something in you.

“It wasn’t.”

“What?”

For the first time since Sherlock returned, you began to feel something other than the strange mixture of fear and relief.

Anger.

“It wasn’t just a dream. Some of that—some of it was a memory. You did die, you did leave.”

You felt Sherlock begin to pull away, and for the first time in a long time you didn’t try to stop him.

“You know why-“

“No, Sherlock, don’t.” Now that the door had opened to feelings other than fear, you felt your anger pour out like a flood out of a broken dam. “I don’t want your explanations anymore, what you did was wrong!”

“I couldn’t let them know-“

“I could’ve lied!” Your voice rose. “I’m could have pretended whatever you wanted me to! I would have done anything to know that you were alive!”

“I couldn’t take that chance.”

There were so many words you wanted to say, so many things to bite back at, that at first you weren’t sure what to say first. But then a thought occurred to you.

“Mum and dad.”

“What?” Was it just you, or did Sherlock sound nervous?

“Mum. And. Dad. They knew, didn’t they?”

Sherlock took a deep breath.

“They knew.”

If your anger was a flood before, now it was time for Noah to bring out the Ark. Words that hadn’t felt important enough to voice before suddenly came out as though they had a mind of their own.

“You could trust them but you couldn’t trust me?!”

“I was trying to keep you safe!”

“You broke me!” Your voice cracked. “I haven’t even felt like me for two years, and you did that! I don’t know how to be normal again, and it didn’t have to be this way, if you had just trusted me! But now, I’m never going to be the same again, and you did that to me!”

You were hyperventilating again, and Sherlock was silent and stiff as a board.

Suddenly you couldn’t bear to be near him anymore. The fear that had held you to his side was not nearly as important as the anger that invaded your thoughts, clogged your throat, and stung your eyes.

You threw the covers back and pushed Sherlock away, placing your bare feet on the cold floor and stumbling out of the room.

You had barely taken one step out of the door before your feelings overwhelmed you, and the strength and vigor that had come so suddenly collapsed just as quickly.

You managed to close the door behind you before your body collapsed in a heap, right there in the hallway.

The tears that had stung in the back of your eyes before now spilled out over your cheeks and onto your hands as you pulled them up to cover your face.

You didn’t know what you would do if Sherlock decided to follow you, you couldn’t bear to be around him but you also didn’t feel like you had the strength to stand, much less to run away.

You didn’t have to worry about it though. Sherlock didn’t follow you.

Or perhaps you did have to worry, although the worry was misplaced, because it was Mycroft, not Sherlock, that approached you as you sobbed on the floor. You realized that you didn’t want to see him either. He had lied to you even more than Sherlock had.

He had watched you come apart, knowing that Sherlock was really alive.

And he hadn’t said a word.

“Go away,” you managed to choke out as Mycroft leaned towards you.

He didn’t listen, and you felt his strong arms grasp your wrists and pull your hands away from your face.

Something in you snapped at that.

“I told you to go away!” You screamed, shoving and hitting at your big brother with all your strength, which, to your fury, didn’t seem to hurt or even faze him at all.

“Y/N, please calm down,” for some reason the calmness in Mycroft’s voice infuriated you more than if he had shouted at you.

You just wanted to be left alone.

…

“No, you don’t get to say that! This is your fault too, you lied to me!”

Mycroft didn’t even say a word. He knew you didn’t want explanations, you knew why he had lied, but you were still angry about it.

“I could’ve pretended! Like mom and dad, why-“ your voice cracked, and the air was silent as the grave for several seconds. Finally your voice started again, much quieter this time, but with no less hurt in your tone.

“Why didn’t you trust me?”

Mycroft didn’t know how to answer you, but fortunately he didn’t have to. You spent the next twenty minutes sobbing into your big brother’s chest, before you finally cried yourself to sleep. Mycroft stayed still for several minutes to be sure you were asleep, before he carried you back to your bed.

He was surprised to find Sherlock in your room, sitting on your bed with an almost horror-struck expression on his face.

“She blames me,” Sherlock muttered.

Mycroft signed and laid you on your bed, sitting next to Sherlock.

“We said we’d help her. No matter what she needs. Sometimes she needs comfort after a nightmare,” Mycroft paused, grimacing. “And sometimes she needs to let out her frustrations by yelling at us.”

This seemed to snap Sherlock out of his thoughts, and a new resolution passed over his features as he nodded at his brother’s words.

“No matter what. We’re on the same page.”

A ghost of a smile crossed Mycroft’s face as he repeated his brothers words.

“The same page.”

#sherlock x reader #sherlockbbc #bbc sherlock #sherlock reader insert #sherlock x sister reader #sherlock x you #sherlock imagine #sherlock fanfic #sherlock holmes #sherlock and mycroft #sherlock bbc #mycroft x reader #mycroft bbc #big brother mycroft #mycroft x you #mycroft holmes

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percyaugod · 8 months

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Feral Wally AU

AU where Wally is either abandoned or runs away from home as a young child. He takes shelter inside of Home who is rumored to be a haunted house that eats little kids. Wally doesn't care because it's the only place no one will bother him, so what if the things people say are true?

Home starts causing a ruckus, moving things around and making noise to draw attention to the lost child hiding inside it or at least scare the child off. When no one comes looking and the child doesn't run despite obviously bring scared Home starts to realize something is wrong.

There's not much they can do to help each other. Home lets Wally stay and Wally cleans Home and keeps everything in proper order. Home can't move to help Wally find food or other necessities.

Home getting increasingly protective, One time someone almost caught Wally taking food and tried to follow him inside. Home broke their arm by slamming the door on it when they reached inside before slamming at them threateningly.

Once word started spreading the haunted house was getting violent people started leaving. Soon the neighborhood was abandon.

Wally spending years alone with only Home for company and to talk to starts picking up its way of communicating. Mostly making sounds and gestures. Wally growing to be a few inches shorter than normal. With no one to teach him to cut or style it Wally's hair is long and free. Probably so many knots.

Was also thinking of there being side effects from spending so long in a supernatural house, especially during developmental years. Like odd black "stains" that go up his wrists and ankles that can't be washed off. Swirls in his eyes. Could be how he got his eating with his eyes trick in this AU.

Home and Wally seeing people come and go for years. The cost of living in the neighborhood dropping more and more as others refuse to stay.

Until some do start staying for one reason or another. The first bring a large blue dog who wants to be the first person to make a house laugh. Then a joyful girl who wants to prove to her sister she can live on her own. Followed close behind by a skeptic who tries to find a logical explanation, in between looking at the local species of butterflies. A couple of them literally falling from the sky. With more people businesses follow, bringing more people.

With everything getting shuffled around with them moving the others just think they lost some of their belongings. It's not until months later someone hears something outside in the middle of the night, going through their stuff, and catch a glimpse of Wally before he gives a hiss and skitters away with his stolen goods.

Cue weeks of the others trying to catch their own glimpse of whatever else is living in their neighborhood and trying to figure out where it comes from. Meanwhile Wally just eats his food he stole from Howdy and Poppy and goes through the clothes and costumes he stole from Julie and Sally.

#home welcome home #wally darling #welcome home au #welcome home wally #welcome home #Feral Wally AU

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afunfunkytime · 1 year

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dear my fellow feral little rats

I hear your screams and I am kissing your foreheads

mwah

have some juice

kansas: he seems like he'd run track. dresses like a minion and doesn't realise. theatre kid to the max. owns at least 2 swords. posts aesthetic motivational quotes on instagram. ate flowers as a child.

kentucky: horse kid. wears riding boots everywhere. tennessee makes very gay jokes about the boots. kenny doesnt get it. teachers pet. pretends he doesnt smoke behind the school. probably rides a horse to school. yeehaw.

louisiana: has had a whole crawfish boil in the middle of the cafeteria before. way too happy to be at school. jazz all day every day. high as fuck. beautiful singing voice. would be a theatre kid if he and florida werent banned from drama class after The Poptart Incident.

maine: simple guy. likes routine. eats the same lunch every day. doesnt talk much. honestly just wants to graduate and go home. lives in a lighthouse. actually pretty cool.

maryland: rich as FUCK. owns a horse. lives in a mansion. plays chess. jousts. hes giving theatre kid AND cheerleader. mostly because his boyfriend nat'l guard is some sports dude and mary is supportive. straight a's. nerd. uses copious amounts of gel pens for his notes. lacrosse king.

massachusetts: tech nerd. cryptbro. claimed to be a hacker in middle school. wants to go to hahvahd and will do anything to get there. anything. he seems like he doesnt shower. on the baseball team. collects baseball cards. uses fancy pens. probably has a bullet journal and in denial about it.

michigan: car guy. works at his dads mechanic shop. fights ohio at least once a week. wears shorts and a puffy jacket regardless of the weather. plays a ridiculous amount of hockey.

minnesota: brings in food every friday for his classes. way too happy. ice skater. literally so sweet everyone loves him. cali wishes he was this popular. teachers pet but its okay he deserves it. prepared for everything. his backpack is a bottomless pit of everything youve ever needed. bandaids? yep. test answers? ope for sure. the answers to the universe? and a hotdish to go with it!

mississippi: jock. football player. secretly a ballet dancer but would rather die than tell anyone. wants to be a florist. family doesn't have much money so his friends help him out a lot. doesnt have the best grades but mans tries. he tries so hard. walks to school because he can't drive for shit. the truck is duct taped together. dances on dead pointe shoes because those fuckers are expensive.

missouri: detests kansas. also kisses him. likes making dioramas. just a teeny tiny bit depressed. doesnt learn very well from lectures but thrives in hands-on classes. show him! doodles constantly on his work.

montana: tall. hockey player and built like it. really enthusiastic about rocks. will give people he likes rocks and shiny things. magpie. sleeps in class a lot. doesnt like talking. will death glare people accidentally. unreadable handwriting.

remember to SCREAM for more juice my beloveds

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #the table #this is so silly

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genshin-hater · 5 months

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Most Likely To Eat A Bug Tierlist

I spent so so so much time looking through voicelines about fave/least fave foods so I can say with 1000% confidence that I am correct and will NOT be accepting critique at this time

Explanations under the cut:

Has To Be Physically Stopped From Eating Random Bugs

Enthusiastic bug eaters. Will see a bug and pop that right in their mouth if no one stops them. I feel like these ones are pretty self explanatory. Razor because he's absolutely feral, Klee because she is very small and if you've ever worked with little kids... you know. Xiangling because she is an insane person when it comes to testing the limits of food. Qiqi has no sense of taste, I'd imagine Baizhu probably has to stop her from eating genuinely inedible things from time to time. Diona, Kirara, Lynette because, well, have you ever met a cat?

"Bugs are a regular part of many cuisines around the world it's not a big deal"

Smarty, well travelled types. They're worldly, they're cultured! They're also not terribly picky eaters! Beidou likes anything spicy, Kazuha and Haitham like anything that's flavored well (and Haitham isn't all that fussed about how food looks, either). Nahida is just naturally curious (though she is scared of fish and doesn't like them lol), so I think she'd be willing to give a well prepared bug dish a try. Faruzan is used to oooolllld Sumeru cuisine, and I image she would not turn her nose up at a traditionally prepared bug dish. Baizhu cares more about a foods nutritional density, and Tighnari lives in the woods and definitely definitely eats bugs.

If there's nothing else, food is food

May not be thrilled to eat bugs, but they know not to turn down a meal when the going gets tough. Almost everyone in this category is operating from the same logic, whatever is necessary to continue their journey or mission. There are some notable entries. Mona is only opposed to food that leaves her still feeling hungry, or is too fancy and frivolous. I think she'd appreciate the value in a nutritionally dense and protein-filled bug dish. The only food Gorou can't eat is onions, and otherwise is open to whatever is available. Collei noted that she'd eaten a lot of things while struggling on her own to get by, and isn't picky at all really. Cyno actually states that bugs and bug related foods are his least favorite of all, but he will still eat them when necessary.

Would try a bug once if dared or curious (or tricked into it)

The easily fooled and the boldly curious. People who would, knowingly or not, give a bug a try. Bennet is just unlucky and probably has accidentally eaten several already. Sucrose cares most about the nutritional density of her meals, and Albedo would have a scientific curiosity about it. Chungyun is absolutely getting played. Yun Jin eats the same thing every day and hates it, she'd be willing to try it just for something new. Yaoyao greatly admires Xiangling's cooking, and if Xiangling made her bugs she would eat them without question. Ayato loves trying weird food and also making Thoma try weird food, 10000% they have both tried bugs before, probably more than once. Itto has two brain cells that rarely work together, easily tricked into eating bugs (probably by Heizou tbh). Ei notably prefers sweets, but is generally just curious about what humans get up to in the modern day, and would try a prepared bug dish if offered. Navia is also a very adventurous eater, and her favorite food is anything new and interesting.

Would NOT try a bug themself but will dare/trick others into eating a bug

Tricksters, schemers, mischief makers the lot of them. Don't let these ones play you for a fool, they definitely would not eat bugs themselves but they 100% want to make some poor unsuspecting victim do it. Venti has absolutely tried this on Morax, more than once, despite repeated threats of death. Xingqui and Hu Tao have on more than one occassion gotten poor Chongyun to eat a bug. Yae Miko is... Yae Miko. Dori is just trying to turn a profit, selling bugs as a trendy new health food. Heizou loves nothing more than to be other people's problem. Lyney loves a mild amount of mischief, me thinks.

Would not try a bug, but wouldn't freak out about them

Politely declines bugs when offered. They aren't gonna freak out or be rude, because someone made this dish and clearly put in effort, but this is still a step too far out of the comfort zone then. This category was harder to pin down, and a lot of the deciding factor here was their voice lines for receiving a food they don't like. Gentle refusal, or apologies for being unable to eat what you've made (Amber, Ayaka, Nilou). Or otherwise, just people who aren't very reactive to begin with (Rosaria, Ningguang, Xiao), in which case, the answer is just a firm No, but no real fuss about it. Not much by way of notable entries here, but a few details stand out. Layla only seems to consume warm milk, sleeping pills, and take-out (girl get some HELP). Xiao actually ONLY eats Almond Tofu, so he'd refuse anything you bring him. Wriothesly refuses to drink Sigewinne's healthy smoothies, he's definitely not eating a bug but he won't make a stink about it.

HARD PASS

absolutely will NOT eat a bug, and will resent you for even offering. Fussy eaters, or just otherwise squeamish, these ones wont even entertain the idea. Kaeya is prissy, it's not happening, and the same goes for Fischl. Zhongli strongly dislikes fish or anything that reminds him of fish, and gives off the air of a quietly picky-eater. He would do his best to politely refuse, but internally is going "Ew Ew Ew". Yanfei's favorite food is tofu for its mild flavor and gentle texture, bugs would be... way too much for her lol. Xinyan is notably squeamish, one of her idles is freaking out over a frog coming too close. Definitely anti-bug. You can't even get Sayu to eat her veggies, she's NOT eating a bug. Kaveh is ALSO prissy, and Haitham would make fun of him for this. Wanderer barely eats as is, and he is constantly calling people 'unsightly insects'; he is not trying a bug. Furina is Furina, and Neuvilette only likes food that could be described as 'soggy as all hell', neither of them would be down for bugs. Ganyu is a strict vegetarian and bugs are not a vegetable, so a hard pass for her as well.

Will physically prevent others from eating bugs oh my god please don't do that

Would not eat a bug and will not let other people eat bugs around them. Not on their watch, put that DOWN. Jean believes knights should never be picky about food, but I highly doubt she would consider bugs edible just because of how unfamiliar they would be in Mondstat cuisine. She'd probably scold you for consuming something potentially hazardous. She and Lisa both also share the duty of stopping Klee from eating things she shouldn't so they're very very used to stopping people from doing this sort of thing. Diluc and Eula are both fancy well-bred folks who definitely definitely do not consider bugs food, and they're not about to let someone eat that in front of them. No. Absolutely not. If you're hungry, they'll buy you a meal but you shan't be eating that beetle, put that down. Keqing finds Xiangling's cooking extremely suspect, and doesn't approve of any unusual foods. If you're eating together, she's not gonna let that slide. Kokomi would probably immediately offer you something else, ANYTHING else. There's no need to eat that, please, surely even army rations would be better than that.

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i'm not even kidding when i say i put just. way more thought into this than was warranted. Truly there is something wrong with me for this. I literally spent my whole evening on this. I think whatever is going on in my brain needs to be added to the dsm5. Even so, i know i am entirely and indisputably correct.

#I'm kidding btw plz feel free to argue with me. I love to die on a pointless hill!#genshin impact #genshin tier list #genshin

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taizi · 2 years

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lit a fire with the love you left behind

@officiallyasl 2022 day 1; soulmates

read on ao3

Luffy remembers the day he learned what the colorful little marks on his arms meant. He remembers chasing his brothers down the mountain, all of them shrieking like the barmy gibbons in the trees, and he remembers how he thought his heart was going to burst from all his laughter.

They came rambling out of the woods like a friendly pack of feral dogs, and Makino smiled widely from where she stood waiting outside Dadan’s hut. She tried to come visit at least once a week, to make sure their clothes still fit and they were getting enough to eat and other boring grown-up stuff.

Luffy ran right to her, with a billion new things to tell her about since the last time. Sabo picked his way behind him a little more slowly. Ace reluctantly brought up the rear, and stayed well out of arms’ reach. He always watched her hands very closely when they came near Luffy, like he was waiting for them to stop being gentle.

On this particular day, Makino made a soft, gasping noise, and grabbed Luffy’s arm carefully. Ace didn’t like that. He surged a step closer, all bristly like the jungle cats would get when a meal or a nap was interrupted, and said, “What’s your problem?”

“When did this happen?” she asked softly, turning Luffy’s arm over so the underside was facing the sky.

She must have meant the funny little mark that Sabo gave him, since it was the only thing there. Luffy explained that he didn’t know when it showed up, but it was probably around the same time that Ace’s mark did. When Makino just stared at him, he offered his other arm up as well, pleased to show it off.

They weren’t very big but they were bright and they curled like little licking flames. They were a perfect mirror of each other, in the same place on both of Luffy’s arms. Ace’s was a warm red-orange color, and Sabo’s was cool blue.

He knew, really really deep down, where you just knew things, that they belonged to his brothers. And he knew that Sabo had the red-orange mark on his right arm, but the one on the left was bold, sunny yellow—and that was Luffy’s! Luffy gave that little smudge to him!

Ace guarded his colors jealously, even from Garp and Dadan. In the hot summer months when he went without sleeves, Ace would wrap his arms up before they went into the kingdom or even the Gray Terminal. If people got nosy about the wrappings on his arms, he beat them to a pulp.

He didn’t mind Luffy or Sabo seeing them, but they were the usual exceptions to his fits of temper anyway.

Makino seemed bewildered by them in a way she usually wasn’t. She sat back on her heels and studied Luffy like he was something brand new and strange.

“These are soulmarks,” she told him. “They’re very special.”

“Of course they are,” Luffy said plainly. “They’re mine.”

Later on, he would learn that there was a lot of fables and fisherman’s tales about soulmates. People talked like they were fantastical things, right up there with merpeople and dragons. Makino did her best, as flustered as she was, to explain what made them so important, but Luffy had more pressing things to think about!

It was just so sunny and windy and perfect outside, and Ace promised they could go down to their secret part of the beach until it got dark, and they had cake waiting back at the treehouse—a fancy layer cake that Sabo stole from somewhere, with honey and cream and bananas! Luffy was so excited for all of it that he could barely sit still.

Every day is magical when you’re a child. Every hour you spend with your best friends is special and important. The moment the universe decided that Sabo and Ace and Luffy belonged to each other came and went without ceremony, slipping right past them like those tiny quicksilver fish that lived in the fast part of the river, there and gone in the blink of an eye.

“How stupid,” Ace grumbled on the way back up Mt Colubo that night. His olive skin was blotchy from all the sun, and his hair was salty and starched, and the necklace Luffy made for him, with a length of twine and a pointy spiral shell, swung against his collarbones with every step. He was still prickly about what Makino had said, even hours later. “Grown-ups are dumb enough to believe anything.”

“But it’s nice to think about, isn’t it?” Sabo interjected. “Some big cosmic force declaring we belong together?”

“We already belonged together,” Ace said harshly. “I don’t need a bunch of stars to tell me who my family is. You’d be my brother even if you never left a dumb blue thumbprint on my arm.”

Sabo laughed. “Luffy, too?”

Luffy was nearly dead to the world by then, face pressed into the back of Sabo’s shoulder, arms looped around his neck. He tired out halfway up the mountain, and his brothers made a bunch of exasperated noises and called him names, but they picked him up and carried him anyway.

Even though the sun had gone down and the jungle loomed around them, dark and dangerous and wild, it never occurred to him to be afraid. He was still just awake enough to hear Ace scoff and mutter, “Yeah, I’m stuck with that little brat, too,” and it made him smile so big his cheeks hurt.

He kept smiling until the night-time noises and Sabo’s steady steps lulled him the rest of the way to sleep.

Luffy’s philosophy is essentially just the kinder parts of his brothers’ conflicting ideals smushed into one; he doesn’t need the stars telling him what to do, but it’s nice of them to think of him.

When he leaves Dawn Island, he has a red-orange mark on one arm, and an ash-gray mark on the other. Sabo’s color faded the day he died. Luffy misses it more than everything else he left behind put together—the treehouse, Makino’s bar, the funny gibbons he grew up with, everything. It’s strange that it’s been gray longer than it had a chance to be blue.

It hurts to look at sometimes, but only sometimes. Luffy isn’t a baby anymore. He wears the gray as proudly as he wears the orange, unflinching and unashamed, no matter how many sad or strange looks strangers may give him when they see.

Meeting Zoro is like meeting another part of himself that’s been wandering around a different part of the world this whole time. They understand each other, and they both have big, amazing dreams that other people call impossible, and they both have a soulmate who died.

When it’s just the two of them, in the dark of Merry’s belly with nakama snoring on all sides, or sprawled across on the sunny deck while everyone else is still in the galley, Zoro will talk about her sometimes. She was the person he wanted to beat, and the person he wanted to be, and one day he woke up and she just wasn’t in the world anymore. A hole was carved into his future and he had to learn to live around it.

Sanji leaves his soulmate on the Baratie, sailing away from his gruff adoptive father to chase All Blue. Miss Wednesday becomes Princess Vivi and when Nami shakes the life out of her for revealing the dangerous true identity of her ‘boss,’ color bursts onto both of their hands. Usopp hasn’t found his yet soulmate. Chopper doesn’t think he’ll ever get one, because animals don’t.

They meet Ace in Alabasta, and he’s a Devil’s Fruit user. He lights up, a tower of flame, and it makes Luffy bounce with every step, giddy and delighted—of course it’s fire. Sometimes the universe gets it right, after all.

His friends are excited to meet his big brother, and an order of magnitude more excited to meet his soulmate. The girls coo over the matching orange and yellow coils, and Chopper and Usopp demand the Story of When They Found Each Other, shrieking with dismay when Luffy and Ace both admit they really don’t remember the details. Everyone is very carefully not looking at the matching smoke-gray marks on their opposite arms.

Luffy doesn’t know why they do that. It’s not as though it’s a secret. It’s Sabo.

Before Ace leaves, he gives him a folded-up piece of paper, and says it will bring them together again. Luffy thinks his brother has been getting silly ideas from that crew he’s sailing with. They don’t need some paper telling them how to find each other anymore than they needed stars to do that. But he keeps it anyway, because he keeps everything his brothers give to him.

Robin and Franky leave color on each other’s hands in the middle of all the chaos on Enies Lobby. It’s easier to convince Franky to join them when Robin is smiling at him from the deck of his beautiful ship, the very soft and happy way she only recently learned how to smile.

Brook had three soulmarks before all of his skin fell off his bones. They were gray by the time I died, anyway, he’ll say, and then he’ll cackle, and it’ll sound insane.

Sometimes the universe gets it wrong.

The bandages on Luffy’s arms don’t come off right away. Even after the raw, angry wound on his chest no longer needs dressing, his arms remain covered. When Traffy changes them out, he makes Luffy look right at his face and nowhere else.

“I’ll remove your head from your body and let Shachi and Penguin play volleyball with it if you even think about moving,” he says shortly. He sounds like he means it. There’s a smudge of gray on one side of his forehead that’s shaped like a heart. The brim of his hat usually hides it, but he took his hat off for some reason, and now Luffy can see it.

Luffy looks at that faded gray heart and doesn’t look down at his arms until they’re wrapped again.

It’s not forever. Soon he’ll be able to look at Ace’s soulmark and it won’t feel like dying in Impel Down all over again. Soon he’ll be able to stomach the gray where his warm red-orange should be.

He remembers being seven years old, almost eight, and how it felt like the entire world was ending when they told him Sabo was dead. How he cried and cried like he’d never be able to stop. It took Ace making him an impossible promise, scolding and cajoling him in equal parts, to get him on his feet again.

Luffy’s not a baby anymore, and he’s fresh out of brothers to help him now, but he remembers what to do. You have to let it hurt while it hurts. You have to let it press you all the way down, right into the ground, because that’s how big it is, and there’s no way around that. And then the second you can stand up, you stand up. And the second you can take a step, you do that next. And that’s the rest of your life for the rest of your life.

He can do this. He’s done it before.

But when the bandages come off, there’s gray, and gray—and a splash of pure gold.

It’s a silly, swooping shape, playful and whimsical, and it looks like something different to every single one of them.

Franky thinks it looks like the sharp curve of a cant hook. Chopper giddily argues that it’s a banana, constantly patting the base of one of his antlers where the mark is visible through the velvety fuzz, as if to make sure it hasn’t run off. Sanji pointedly bakes buttery, flaky croissants to make his case.

Robin reads half a dozen books on semiotics and mythology. Usopp, as flushed and pleased as Chopper is about this development, makes up just as many legends of his own.

Even Brook bears the mark, right on his bone. He doesn’t seem to know how he feels about it, crying and laughing at the same time as he traces it with the tip of a phalange. He describes, to anyone who will listen, a traditional folk instrument he once played, a horn that looped almost into a perfect circle.

Nami is adamant that it’s a crescent moon, or a sun in partial eclipse. Zoro figures it out before any of the rest of them do. (It’s a smile.)

Luffy doesn’t care what the shape of it is. He loves it.

He loves that his friends love it, too. They each wear it in different places on their arms or shoulders or backs or legs, and they're stupidly pleased to wear it. And it doesn’t make any sense, and Robin has never heard of anything like this happening before. And it breaks all the rules of all those old fishermen’s tales that Makino used to tell him, when she’d use words like predetermined and destiny. And it’s the best thing in the whole world.

He carries his crew’s mark as proudly as he carries his brothers’.

Ace was right. Sabo was right. Luffy doesn’t need any old universe to tell him who he belongs to, but it’s nice to know someone’s been paying attention.

Someday, Luffy will meet a stranger in Dressrosa, and one of those phantom fires on his arms will erupt into painfully familiar blue, and a part of him he thought was dead will burn to brilliant life again.

#aslbrothersweek2022 #one piece #op #opfic #asl bros #monkey d luffy #portgas d ace #revolutionary sabo #my writing #(collapses in a heap on the floor) its 2am but i did it

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gaymerasmus · 2 years

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Merc's opinions/experience with Marijuana

(TW: drug use, paranoia, Panic Attacks)

Scout

The first time he tried it he was in high school

Smoked it out of an old and gross empty beer can with his dumb friends

He REEKED. Ma's head just about exploded when he walked in the door.

But she wasn't like. Mad that he did it or anything. Just mad he didn't tell her he was doing it.

He fell asleep before he could really get into it.

The next time he tries it it's with a particularly lanky and gorgeous grumbly man.

This time he actually experienced The High.

It's an incredibly strange feeling to have your brain kind of shut off for the first time, and that's exactly what happened to Scout.

Sniper was obviously like wtf who is this man I'm sitting with right now and kept trying to get him to prattle like he usually does.

It inevitably fails and they go lay down and watch kid's movies.

Overall, he'd give it a solid 6 out of 10.

Once he got over the initial high, he was the calmest he'd been in years. No jumping leg, no twitching, nothing. Just Scout, but not Scout at all?

He'd probably only do it again if he had nothing better to do, or if he felt like he just needed a moment of stillness.

Sniper

Started young

No literally. He got into some "special treats" that his parents accidentally left out when he was a baby.

Didn't do it again until he started his career as an assassin.

Do you see this man? Do you see the way he is him? Stoner coded for sure.

May or may not have a pot (pun intended) or two growing in his van.

Doesn't do it very often, just when work stress starts to get to him or he doesn't feel like drinking.

Was pretty hesitant to introduce it to Scout because he's like the opposite of getting stoned.

Sniper def gets munchies BAD.

When he doesn't have any snacks in the van, he can be found violently raiding the mess hall fridge for anything remotely edible.

He's like a little feral animal. <3

Has to be careful about eating beforehand, too.

He doesn't eat much during work hours (like all the time) and he's still a bit of a lightweight.

Because of this there has been times where it has caused him to freak out a bit.

Scout helps him out when that happens because he's a great boyfriend.

When he doesn't freak out his favorite stoner activity is star gazing.

Spy

Tried it in his twenties with a past girlfriend.

Didn't think much of it and still doesn't

Prefers nicotine buzzes (ugh)

Will occasionally do it with Sniper or Engineer if the opportunity arises.

Mostly, though, he smokes with Medic.

It's like their little tea time session.

They gossip hardcore about anything and everything, especially once the joint is finished.

It's like a juicy detail enhancer for him.

He likes when Medic tells stories because they both end up laughing really hard halfway through.

Despite the good times, he doesn't do it often.

Part of his job and just him in general is being constantly ready for shit to go down.

He gets a little paranoid when high, constantly checking over his shoulder or just simply sitting in the corner with a weapon in hand.

He's very private about this and doesn't really look for help when it happens.

Someone please help this man, he needs it.

Heavy

He never tried it until medic introduced him to it.

What with living in the butt crack of nowhere and constantly keeping his sisters in check his whole childhood.

He honestly wasn't all that interested, to him it's just another thing people do.

He loves medic so bad though so he agreed to try it at least once.

They laid in bed together and Medic explained everything to him as it was happening.

Medic def took this as an opportunity to woo him tho. Impressed him with rolling skills and just knowledge of the drug itself.

They smoked and then cuddled, but the silence started to get to Heavy.

They started talking about how they're feeling, how it's making them feel.

"Da. Feel funny."

They hold hands and laugh about things

Eventually, they just end up kissing because it's great.

Heavy certainly enjoyed the experience but more because of medic's boobies

Probably won't do it again, gets flustered remembering the whole thing.

Medic

Oh this man smokes for sure. Dude.

Wether it's after a difficult match, a boring day or right before bed, medic usually has pretty good reason for it.

He's literally constantly working or thinking about work or both.

He kind of uses it as an "escape" though he'll tell you he really doesn't have anything to escape because he loves his job.

His favorite stoner activity is taking a self care evening, cooking a good meal, slapping on a face mask and smoking from a pretty pipe he's got.

Speaking of which he definitely has like a little collection of pipes he thought were cute or were gifted to him by heavy.

They're next to the sex toys but that's a different story

He coughs a shit ton like every single hit he takes but it's funny and he's ok.

It's not always relaxation, however.

Since all that business with the devil, he's become very slightly haunted by a handful of henchmen he's sent to bother him.

Medic knows that the worst thing they can do is scare him, thankfully, but being stoned and simultaneously being spooked by demonic entities is a recipe for a Really Bad Trip.

Medic's a smart man and caught on pretty quickly that these appearances happen less frequently when he's around someone.

Which is his reason for smoking with Spy and Heavy. Sweet man just trying to be not scared :(.

When Medic has a bad trip it's really bad. Guilt from past patients, fears for the future, and grotesque medical experiments slam around in his head until he either passes out or goes to sober up a bit.

It doesn't stop him from getting some enjoyment from weed, though. In fact, he's been considering doing some experiments including weed!

Pyro

They first saw weed when they were admitted to a psychiatric ward. Lots of rule breaking and smuggling going on.

They never tried it, though, but that doesn't stop them from being curious.

Since they're mostly around Scout and Engineer, it was one of them who got them to try it.

And by that I mean Pyro has the sweet tooth of a child and the self control of also a child and took Engineer's "bedtime brownies" and ate them.

Engineer was on his way to get one and found poor pyro laying on the mess hall floor.

" Oh, Lordy."

Pyro ends up watching kids movies and cartoons all night to stay calm.

They don't get the munchies (much to engie's surprise) but they do get very giggly.

Which is, uh, a lot. Considering they were all giggly in the first place.

They finally pass out around 5am on the living room couch.

Everyone let's them sleep once they realize what's happening.

Soldier

Used to be extremely against any kind of drug. Then, Zhanna happened.

She convinced him to try it to "enhance his patriotic spirit" which just means she wanted to see what would happen.

He completely misses the point, though, and freaks the hell out.

He calls Zhanna a spy and claims he's been poisoned and proceeds to threaten to kill her.

It really cuts deep for both of them.

He ends up holding on to her and tearfully apologizing, he never meant to question her loyalty and trust.

Zhanna apologizes for letting him try it without letting him know how it'd make him feel. She knows what it's like to be left in the dark like that, and she feels really bad.

Overall it's a very sweet and sad situation but they're the best and work through it.

They decide to stick to drinking with Demoman instead.

He has a better insight on drugs now, though. He feels like he's been granted infinite wisdom.

Engineer

Started switching to edibles after abusing the bases infinite supply of melatonin gummies for months

He knew it wasn't good to switch between depending on one thing to depending on another, but man does this guy need some sleep.

Usually, he'd ponder over to the mess hall and make them himself late at night.

He secretly has a sweet tooth for specific things, so it's always a new type of edible each time.

One time it was brownies (they didn't last long), another it was sour gummies, and another time it was homemade Oreos. It really just depends on his mood.

They come out perfect each time. He's a god in the kitchen.

He'll take one once he realizes how late it's getting, usually around 3-5 AM.

He doesn't really wait for the full effect, just that first wave of relaxing euphoria and then he's off to bed.

They do give him strange dreams, though.

He dreams about his parents and family, his past, and all the inventions he has yet to completely design.

He also has very Pyro-esque dreams, but he doesn't mind them. It helps him understand them far better.

He felt so bad for Pyro when he ate his brownies and stayed up all night with them.

He really wished they saved him one, though.

They're a godsend to him, poor insomniac.

He wakes up in the morning and he's always STARVING.

If he's up early enough he'll make breakfast for the team, but mostly for himself.

Demoman

If he had to pick between alcohol and weed, he'd pick alcohol, normally

However there's times where he's looking to get KRUNK

So he gets extremely drunk and smokes a joint/eats an edible and gets cross faded

Getting cross faded makes you all stupid but if you know how to relax it's nice

This man chronically can't relax so he just goes and plays Who's More Reckless with Soldier

He doesn't think much of it but secretly wants to have a sesh with the entire team, like a podcast but instead of toxic masculinity it's everyone being gay and mentally ill together

First time he did it he was already really really drunk and was just kinda like yes. This is the best idea.

Doesn't really trip out at all but DOES get munchies, but if he knows Engineer is cooking in the morning he'll wait

Fav stoner activity is napping <3 he literally is such a good napper I have to make some hcs for this now

This one wasn't a request but I literally never see any other marijuana headcanons and that's such a missed opportunity for so much Good Shit. Thanks for the read and send in ideas/requests if you have any!!

#tf2 headcanons #tf2

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merri-angry · 2 years

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Revive-nch

Fandom: Lord of the Flies/LOTF

Part 1/1, a oneshot

Ship(s): a crack ship at the end

TWs: depressing thoughts, implied thoughts of s*icide/wanting to die, near violence

Note: feel free to give constructive criticism^^, especially when it comes to making characters more in character. Also, this was copied and pasted from a google doc so sorry if the formatting is weird

Word Count: 1,125

Summary: A classic, nonoriginal AU idea of "what if they never left the island?" Would someone die? Would rivalries be forgiven? Would Jack and Ralph kiss? Or would Ralph kiss the none existent conch instead?

Preview: Jack handed Revive-nch to Ralph. Ralph carefully held it. Tears filled Ralph's eyes. The first in a while.

AO3 link(if you would prefer to read it there): https://archiveofourown.org/works/42478074

"Will we ever get off the island?" Ralph muttered to himself. The only thing that responded was the light rustle of leaves. It had been at least 2 years since Piggy died. Who knows, could've been even longer than that. Probably was, since he no longer heard the blood-curdling screams of feral children, and the effects of the fire were starting to heal.

"Hopefully they think I'm dead," Ralph had begun to start saying some thoughts out loud. He didn't want his voice to fully dry up. Speaking of drying up… Ralph was currently walking towards a stream. He was close, he could tell by the familiar berry bush he occasionally ate from.

He knew eating from strange plants was dangerous, but he couldn't help but take the risk. He couldn't help but hope that the worst would happen. Even if it was painful, surely it wouldn't be the most depressing way to die.

"Maybe I should try to find Merridew's tribe," Ralph suggested to himself once he made it to the stream. Ralph cupped his hands and took quick gulps of water. After the refreshing drink, he decided to follow up with his suggestion.

The walk to Castle Rock was far and very strange. It seemed almost too quiet as Ralph made his way to where the tribe would be.

"Jack!" Ralph tried yelling, only to giggle at himself. How ridiculous of him- to be yelling out the name of an enemy. Ralph only hoped he was near since Jack would be more than willing to rid of him.

Once Ralph made it into Castle Rock, he frowned. There was no trace of any hunters- exception being a few sharpened sticks on the floor. Ralph sniffed the air, making himself giggle again. He was acting like a dog, smelling for the scent of their owner.

Or in his case, the smell of his demise.

Ralph turned around to leave, but before he did he heard the soft sound of footsteps. Ralph paused, and as seconds passed they got louder. From the way it sounded, there was one person in the lead followed closely by another. The rest were a blob of too many to tell how many people there were.

If the footsteps were of people. But it made sense, the footsteps were probably of the tribe. The first person Ralph saw was unexpected, but by the hair and eyes, he could tell it was Roger. He was honestly expecting Jack to be in the lead, but whatever. The moment Roger saw Ralph he froze for a second, letting out a loud shout.

"RALPH!" Roger ran towards him, sharpened stick in hand. Ralph did nothing, as he was pushed to the ground. Roger raised the stick but was stopped by a second voice.

"Roger, no!" The voice wasn't a shout, but it was firm. Roger paused to look at the other, debating if he should follow the order. Ralph could tell just by a look in his eyes. Ralph turned to see none other than Jack Merridew- plus a few others behind him.

"Chief, let me kill him!" Roger growled. Ralph prayed in his head for his end.

Jack took a few minutes to look at Ralph before responding, "no."

Ralph heard murmurs behind Jack and felt Roger hesitantly get off of him. Ralph was almost fully still, if it weren't for his breathing and heartbeat they would've assumed he died. Ralph heard footsteps approach him, ones that he assumed were Jack's.

"Get up," Jack demanded, but Ralph stayed still. What was the point of standing only to be knocked down, permanently this time? Ralph shuddered as he felt Jack try to force him onto his feat. Ralph sighed once he was standing up, and backed away from Jack.

"You haven't changed much," Ralph smiled. While Jack kept a serious frown, Ralph could tell he was confused.

"I could kill you right now."

"Then do it," Ralph's voice almost became a growl and his response made the murmurs grow louder. Roger looked at the others and raised his stick threateningly. Before he was even finished with the threat, the others were quiet.

"Where's the fun in that?" Oh, how the turn tables, now Jack had a wolfish grin.

"You get to finally kill the person you probably hate the most," Ralph pointed out, only for Jack to whisper.

"That's already been done."

"Chief, what are we going to do with him?" Ralph recognized the voice of Henry. Jack turned to look at him.

"I will lead him somewhere private to talk. You guys go ahead with the feast, just leave some for us," Jack responded.

"Us implies he's coming back alive," Roger growled. Jack took a second to stare at Roger.

"For now," Jack said before motioning Ralph to follow. Ralph had nothing else to do, so he obeyed. The crowd moved to the side to let them leave, and as they walked down Ralph heard the excited yellings of children behind him.

"How many years have passed?" Ralph asked once they were just heading into the forest. "Since Piggy's…"

"At least 6," Ralph was surprised at the number.

"But… wouldn't we have changed more?" Ralph asked. Jack stopped to look at him.

"If you look close enough, yes. Though I can get how you would feel indifferent- probably living a vegan diet," Jack answered before continuing.

"I-"

"Can you shut up until we're there?" Ralph had no idea where there was, but he immediately stopped talking. The walk wasn't too long, Ralph realized, once they made it to a familiar platform. The platform. "Sit near the edge of it."

Ralph raised a brow but followed his order. Jack disappeared for a moment before returning with a cursed object. A conch.

"It looks like the one that was crushed," Ralph spoke his thought out loud.

"It is the same one, apparently it wasn't actually crushed- just a similar-looking shell," that probably doesn't make sense but lore doesn't care.

Jack handed Revive-nch to Ralph. Ralph carefully held it. Tears filled Ralph's eyes. The first in a while.

"It's been so long since I've cried."

"Glad to know I caused it," Jack's reply made Ralph laugh. The silly willy.

"It's just as beautiful as the first day I saw it," Ralph smiled. Jack stayed quiet, trying to figure out what Ralph was doing. "Well, exception being that long white mark along it."

"Yeah, it may have gotten scratched," Jack reluctantly agreed. His face suddenly turned serious. "We should-"

Jack stopped once he saw Ralph kiss the conch, "what are you doing?-"

"What? Never seen a guy kiss a conch?"

"No, looks kinda gay."

"You're gay."

"Y-n-yes-no," Jack stuttered. Ralph smiled before kissing Jack.

Jack woke up.

#lotf #lord of the flies

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daynada · 2 years

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JJK Characters After Their Wisdom Teeth Removal

[Content Warning: Humor, fluff (?), Gojo being a maniac]

Itadori Yuuji: Really happy and sad at the same time, in fact, he seems more confused about it himself. The peach-haired vessel resembles too much of a puzzled puppy. He self-sabotages anything he thinks about - once there’s a positive thing, comes a negative thing. You’ll have to stop him because he’ll start questioning his existence, even after talking about how Jennifer Lawrence is great but the fact the celebrity doesn’t know him ruins his self-consciousness. Would she like Itadori? Maybe she’d find him annoying? And just for being Itadori and in pain, Kugisaki fucks with him. Out of spite, he switched with Sukuna so that the straw-doll sorcerer deals with his sass. "I can't control Sukuna after the anesthesia!" When truthfully, he can - he just doesn't want to be bullied by his "friend" at the moment.

Kugisaki Nobara: More feral but in slow motion. Tries to bite your face. Like, imagine a snail or sloth trying to chomp your cheek. That's her. Also attempts to do things she’s not supposed to do - gets scolded by you, and is easily convinced as she immediately stops and stares at anything, lost in thought. Probably thinking way to destroy you. She blames you for her pain, then gets upset when you scooch’ away from her attempts of bites. “This is your fault. I’m in so much pain and it’s your fault” to “Hey why’re you so far away ☹️”

Fushiguro Megumi: Clingy, needy, and whiny. And very hushed. Whispers the whole time and you’re not sure if he’s saying anything coherent or chanting a ritual but you can barely hear him. He's telling you to coddle him. The shikigami-sorcerer finds it necessary considering he’s less than half of a conscious person at the moment. So as he puts it, you’re required to do it. While you’re the only person that is required to indulge him. And the next day, he'll pretend like he doesn't remember everything he had said, the way he acted, and all your “accusations.”

Gojo Satoru: Would either act the same or seemingly looks like he’s wasted (which still seems like his "normal" self). Just has more worst ideas than usual. Even if he's fully aware and self-conscious of what he's doing, he'll suggest taking you both on a car ride, unreasonably, swerving like he's in Tokyo Drift. Also eats as much as he wants despite what the oral surgeon said. Also doesn’t rest. The silver-haired maniac just wants to spend the rest of the day bothering you to his amusement. "Stop worrying! I'm the strongest, not even anesthesia could stop me!"

Nanami Kento: The one day he's off from work, he's miserable with you (not because of you of course). Right after the procedure, he’s not even awake. You were unsure if he was even alive. At least after, he follows homemade aftercare instructions. You might have to convince him for a while to stop actively being productive (chores - washing the dishes, folding laundry, etc). Even when barely conscious, your lover likes to alleviate workloads so that the both of you can have more time relaxing after. The usual silent Kento is just quieter, practically soundless. But he just stares at you like, “I hate everything and everyone except you.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuji x reader #kugisaki nobara x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #gojo satoru x reader #Nanami Kento x reader #fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #humor

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darlingyanderes · 3 years

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Can you do one with Muzan and Kokushibo (bad at spelling 😂) With y/n. You can choose the content

Hi thank you for your request!! I might have gone a little ham on this one, I recently watched a movie called “Forgotten” on Netflix, and it inspired me to write this! I hope you like it (and that it’s not a straight up rip-off of the movie ooop)

Warnings: (fake) illness, drugs, explicit gore, murder, demons eating humans, manipulation/gaslighting, badly written amnesia

Word count: 1731

Take your pills - Yandere!Muzan Kibutsuju x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Kokushibo

Muzan and Kokushibo were always right. Or at least, Y/N had to trust they were always right, since her memory is so fuzzy. When the three first met, they told Y/N that she was ill and needed treatment. They claimed it was still in the first stages, so Y/N of course didn’t notice anything yet. But as they took her to the doctor and got her these pills, her whole head has just become so fuzzy. It was hard to stay in the real world and she could barely remember what she had been doing 5 minutes ago. Y/N wrote it off as the effects of the disease and that it was progressing despite all the medication.

But some things were so odd. That doctor they took her to, was that her usual doctor? Who was that person? When did she start living at Muzan and Kokushibo’s house, and since when did they call her ‘bunny and ‘darling’? The more she thought about her situation, the more questions popped up, and the harder it became to find answers. How could she, when her conscious felt like it was floating in an endless sea?

In the end, thinking became too tiresome. She decided to save herself the useless trouble of looking for answers she wasn’t going to get, and just trust Muzan and Kokushibo. She must be ill, that’s why they’re giving her these drugs. She can’t think straight, that’s why they’re taking care of her. That’s all she knew, and all she had to know.

Y/N stood at the sink in the bathroom, with a pill and a glass of water in her hand. She was about to pop the pill in her mouth, when Muzan suddenly opened the door, startling her and causing the pill to fell out of her hand and beneath the sink.

“You scared me half to death!”

Muzan shot her an apologetic look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, bunny. I just wanted to tell you breakfast is ready. Did you take your pill today?”

Y/N looked at her empty hand. She thought that she hadn’t taken it yet, but it wasn’t in her hand. She tried digging through her memory, but it was no use: she didn’t remember even that. Judging from the glass of water in her hand and the absence of a pill, she probably took one. Right?

She grinned at him and said: “Of course! What’s for breakfast?”

---

Y/N awoke in the middle of the night, her eyes drowsily looking around the room. Despite having just woken up, she felt her mind was a bit clearer than it usually was. Rolling over in bed, she realised she was more aware of the softness of the sheets, the faint smell of Muzan and Kokushibo clinging to the fabric, and the warmth radiating from the empty spots where they usually slept.

Wait, empty spots?

Y/N sat up, patting the rest of the bed to see if Muzan and Kokushibo had somehow been lying at the very edges of the matrass, but it was all empty. Why were they both gone?

A scream suddenly ruptured the house. Though it was dampened by the walls, Y/N could tell it was a guttural scream of pure fear. It made the very hairs on her neck stand up. She was frozen in her bed, horrified at the silence that followed. She could only hear her own heart beat frantically in her chest.

Only when the scream came for a second time, did Y/N quickly move from the bed. The scream must have been coming from inside the house. There must be an intruder. Was someone hurting Muzan or Kokushibo? Or even worse, both of them?

She had to help them. Even if her presence would just be a distraction to stop whatever attacker was in their house for only a split second, that would be good enough.

She inched her way through the darkness of their house, following the noise, until she was right around the corner of the bathroom. The light inside was on and the screams of agony kept ringing in her ears. She grabbed her slipper as a make-shift weapon and braced herself, before jumping in the opening of the door and yelling at the top of her lungs: “Stop!”

But what she saw made her drop the slipper in her hand.

The screams weren’t coming from either Muzan or Kokushibo, but rather a deadly pale looking man in the bathtub. His eyes were red and his face was dripping with tears, snot, and blood. He was partially submerged in his own blood and was most likely the cause for all the red smears and hand prints on the bathroom tiles behind him. Even if Y/N was able to perform surgery on him, she could never save him; half of his abdomen had been hollowed out, his intestines draped out for all to see. He was littered with claw marks, and an occasional bite was missing from his limbs.

Right as Y/N had entered the bathroom, a bloodied hand had dug its way into him, tearing his flesh out. The hand belonged to Muzan, the usually neat and tidy man who now had wild eyes and a face smeared red. Kokushibo was crouching next to him, licking the blood off his fingers with that same feral look in his eyes.

With a hopeless dread in her stomach, Y/N fell to her knees. They were demons. She had been living with demons this entire time. Monsters, vicious killers, who posed as loving humans so they could have a cover and continue eating humans in peace. With shallow breaths, Y/N couldn’t stop staring at the man in the bathtub, whose horrifying final moments she was witnessing.

“Y/N? Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.”

Y/N gaze shifted to Muzan, who now turned his whole body towards her. He looked like a tiger about to pounce its prey.

“Go back to bed, Y/N,” added Kokushibo, who tried to show her a calming smile. All Y/N could see were his bloodied fangs.

Y/N shook her head fervently and crawled backwards away from them, tears stinging in her eyes. “You are monsters. You- You killed that man!”

Muzan frowned, before looking at Kokushibo. “The pills should’ve prevented this, right?”

Kokushibo stalked towards Y/N, who couldn’t move away fast enough. “I suppose there’s something we could still do to make this right.”

---

When Y/N opened her eyes, she was back in the bed. Light was shining through the curtains, announcing the start of a new day. For a moment she was lost in the warm comfort of the bed and the two bodies surrounding hers, but then she suddenly remembered the events of last night.

Her eyes shot wide open and she gasped when she saw Muzan’s face right in front of hers. With his usual gentle smile, he whispered: “Good morning, darling.”

When he attempted to brush her hair out of her face, she flinched backwards, suddenly scared of the long claws on his hands. However, she didn’t get far: Kokushibo pressed himself against her back and wrapped his arms around her stomach. After he pressed a lazy kiss on her neck, he said: “What’s wrong, bunny?”

“You killed him.”

“What?”

“You killedhim. How could you do such a thing?”

Muzan once again moved his hand to caress her face, this time succeeding since Y/N didn’t have enough room to dodge him. With a carefully crafted worried look on his face, he said: “Sounds like you had an awful nightmare.”

Y/N frowned. “What? A nightmare?”

It was quiet for a while. Kokushibo propped himself up on his arm so he could look Y/N in the face. He looked grave as he asked: “Y/N, did you take your pill yesterday?”

Y/N opened her mouth to say yes, but stopped. She didn’t remember if she took one. Did she take one? No matter how much she dug in her memory, she just didn’t know.

Seeing the confusion on her face, Muzan sighed and shook his head. As he stroked her cheek with his thumb, he spoke: “You always had terrible nightmares before we took you to the doctor. You’d wake up and be so, so scared, just like you are now. The nightmares seemed so real to you, but they aren’t. They’re just nightmares.”

Kokushibo backed him up as he rubbed Y/N’s shoulder. “We were by your side the whole night, bunny. Right here in this bed.”

Something was wrong. She knew what she saw that night. But then again, why would they have any reason to lie? If they really were demons, they’d just eat her up if she witnessed them doing something like that, right? Demons wouldn’t care if they had to kill one more human, it’d just mean an extra meal for them. And they surely wouldn’t take care of someone like her like this. They must be right. They just have to be. Otherwise it just doesn’t make sense.

This illness really was messing with her head and her sense of reality. She felt like a fool. How could she possibly think that they’d do something like that, when they were always so kind and patient with her? She really was an idiot. In a small voice, Y/N said: “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, darling, we know it’s hard.”

Kokushibo reached over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and grabbed a pill and the glass of water on top of it. Meanwhile, Muzan sits Y/N up straight, keeping his arm around her shoulders and his hand resting in hers.

“Open wide,” Kokushibo said as he held the pill in front of her mouth. When Y/N opened it, she received a pat on her head. “Good girl.”

She couldn’t help but feel this nagging in the back of her head. Something wasn’t right here. The gentle smiles on their faces, and the way Muzan patiently held out the glass of water for her. There was something hidden behind her eyes, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Was it really just the illness that was making her feel this way?

Finally, Muzan pressed the glass to her lips, forcing Y/N to take a sip and swallow the pill.

“From now on, we’ll make sure you take your pills, okay?”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba x reader #yandere kibutsuji #yandere muzan x reader #yandere muzan kibutsuji #yandere muzan kibutsuji x reader #yandere muzan #yandere kibutsuji muzan #yandere kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere demonslayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere muzan x reader x kokushibo #yandere muzan kibutsuji x reader x kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader x muzan #yandere kokushibo x reader x muzan kibutsuji

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house-of-laminations · 2 years

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Here you go, some ‘southern traited’ mc

Calling everyone dear, honey, sweetie, ect-

While you had talked to everyone earlier that day, there was no way you would be remembering all these names yet, but that didn’t particularly matter. “Hey sweet pea, can you pass that dish over here please?”

Levi, who you were staring right at, just about drops said dish. There’s a few side eyes, but Asmo is quick to coo over how cute you are. You give him a polite smile but really you’re just thinking ‘horndog.’

Big meals and comfort food-

You were happy to take up cooking once a week, especially since it meant you got to have a taste of home. You got to have a special order every week for human world food, and you got to try some of your dishes with devildom versions of food.

Often you prepared half of the food the night before, but today you came in to find Beel eating half of a sweet potato casserole, and you felt pissed, “NOW LISTEN HERE YOU APE, I PUT LOTS OF EFFORT INTO FEEDING YOU THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS RESPECT-“ and it went on. Beel was hanging his head in shame by the end, and Lucifer had to come remove him from your kitchen so you could get things done.

Later in the hallway you heard Beel asking someone, “How do humans apologize?” And it did warm your heart a little.

Bless your heart-

Now this phrase can mean a few things-

1. Oh sweetie you sound so dumb right now

2. You’re sick and/or going through a rough time

3. You just did something really nice and helpful.

Mammon is talking about human world things and quite frankly, is talking from his ass. You giggle and say, “Bless your heart honey. It’s actually-“

Lucifer having to work late, so you bring a plate to the study. He looks up at you for just a second, “I’m a bit busy to eat.” And you just shake your head and set the plate down, “Bless your heart sweet pea.. you need to take at least a few minutes to eat, you can burn the oil when there’s none left.”

Physical contact-

Admittedly, it takes you about a month to feel comfortable enough hugging the literal demons you’re living with. However, Satan is helping you with some books, and afterwards you come up and give him a big hug. At first he tries to back away and is kind of confused, but you swat him on the shoulder and pull him into your chest, “Quit that now, I’m just givin ya a hug. Thank you for your help cutie pie.”

He’s so confused at this behavior and almost turns into demon form, but then he realizes.. you aren’t hurting him.. and you’re kinda squishy and nice. He blushes but eventually wraps his hands around you, and you smile, “There you go! You got it.”

The constant and feral sense of recipes and urge to keep them-

Asmo is flipping through a magazine, telling you all about the latest looks. He mumbled about a strawberry smoothie recipe as he flips the page and you just about tackle him, “Hey now wait a second-“ you’re reading the recipe from over his shoulder, and you start tapping him, “cut that out for me, will ya? We should try it.”

He finds it strange you want to cut out a recipe, but since the back of it is just an advertisement, he agrees, with a promise of being the first one to try it when you make it.

Cancelling school at first snow

(Even if it’s a light snow, if any of it sticks we always get at least a 2 hour delay, but usually a cancel for the first day of snow)

When the first bit of snowfall comes around, you squee. The few people in the living room all turn to you, confused. You explain excitedly it’s snowing! No school! And all but run to the kitchen. Lucifer, confused, follows you as he watched you excitedly getting out a large pot and some supplies you had ordered a month ago. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making hot coco! It’s snowing so we probably won’t have school tomorrow and we can stay up late! You should gather your brothers, we can get out the board games and such.”

He wants to correct you.. that the snow won’t get bad enough not to go to school, it’s not even making the ground wet.. but the joy that’s coming off you makes him stop. He makes a quick phone call to Diavolo, and even though they both know it’s not.. bad enough for a snow day.. Diavolo gives the household the day off so that you can have a nice night.

-🥀

AAAAAAAA this is so incredibly sweet 💛 the brothers just like. melting at all the nicknames. rip levi he will be missed.

I know its a southern-ism but I find the idea of saying 'bless your heart' to the demons extremely funny. And a tad angsty. But mostly funny.

#🥀 anon #got me thinking about making a bogan aussie one of these. wont be nearly as wholesome or sweet tho #i love this so much you dont understaaaaaand #obey me #obey me brothers #I talk to a real human

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