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estrellami-1 · 6 months

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If I Should Stay

Ngl, I kinda forgot I was trying to do this in alternating POVs. That… kinda failed for a minute. Oops. But here’s Robin! And Wayne!

Part 1 | . . . | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part 37

“How could I have him and lose him in the same moment?” Steve asks, and he sounds so sad that Robin wants to wrap him in a hug and about four fuzzy blankets and give him hot cocoa and kill whoever made him sad. Except, she thinks, that would be Eddie, which would really just make Steve even more sad-

She stops her train of thought.

“Want me to go yell at him again? It worked the first time,” she says, just a hint of a grin in her voice, and it works because Steve sounds further from tears next time he speaks.

They joke a little more, until she feels comfortable leaving him, and when he drops her off at home she barely drops her things inside before bolting to grab her bike.

She pedals hard all the way to Forest Hills. She’s about to dump her bike before she sees Wayne on the front porch, smoking, so she carefully lays it down instead.

“Afternoon,” he says.

“Hi, Mr. Wayne,” she replies politely. “Is Eddie home?”

He tells her no, that he’s gone to apologize to Steve, and invites her in for tea and a talk. She thinks for a second before mentally shrugging and accepting.

He holds the door open for her and begins talking as he grabs a mug. She’s delighted to see that the inside reads, You’ve been poisoned! and says as much.

Wayne grins. “‘S become a habit of mine, collecting these mugs. My momma always said there ain’t much a cup of tea can’t fix, and I’ve found she’s right. Plus, havin’ a fun mug lifts your spirits.”

Robin chuckles. “That it does.”

“Now,” Wayne says, turning to face her. “I’m guessin’ you’re here to kick my nephew’s ass again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir.” Wayne makes a face. “I’ve got a good name that none o’you younguns ever uses. Call me Wayne.”

Robin giggles. “Will do, Wayne.”

Wayne nods. “Good. Now, ‘bout Eddie. You let me say my piece, and I’ll let you decide whether or not he deserves another kick in the ass. Fair?”

“Fair,” Robin agrees.

“Alright then. My Eddie’s not a bad kid, though I’m guessing you know that.” He pauses to take a sip of his tea. “Sometimes he does things without thinking them through, just like everyone. Sometimes people scare him.” Her hackles raise, and Wayne raises placating hands. “I’m not saying any of this is your Steve’s fault. All I’m sayin’ is, people do stupid things when they’ve been hurt in the past.”

Robin cocks her head. “Eddie was hurt?”

Wayne hums around another sip. “The details ain’t mine to give, but yes. He was. Just about a year ago now. I almost had a stupid reaction to what he told me.”

“What stopped you?”

Wayne shrugs. “Experience, partially. But you helped too.”

Her eyes widen. “Me?”

“Yup. See, Eddie’s real observant. So when he came t’me a few months ago, talkin’ ‘bout how he thought you were the same as him, I had an idea of the kinda person you are. No tolerance for idiots, at least those who aren’t your friends. Loyal to those who are. And I thought, now why would she stick around him if he’s that kinda person? And I came to the conclusion that he’s not. Or he’s not intentionally. So. Pair that with the way Eddie’d been acting, and I had a pretty good idea of what was goin’ on.”

Robin nods. “Y’know what Steve said to him?”

Wayne hums. “Somethin’ bout how he’d never been with another guy?”

Robin nods again. “Exactly. And to have Eddie react like that…”

Wayne sighs and tips his head back until he’s looking at the ceiling. “Lord knows I love that boy,” he murmurs. “But he sure does know how to get himself into trouble.”

Robin grins. “And how to get himself out of trouble?”

Wayne snorts and looks at her. “Outta the frying pan, into the fire, more like.”

Robin giggles. “Yeah, I kinda got that impression.”

Just then the phone rings, and Wayne raises a brow at it, then sighs and stands to answer it, waving Robin down when she starts to stand as well,

“Munson residence, y’got Wayne.” He hums. “Wayne’s just fine, son, none‘a that Mr. Munson crap. She is, I’ll hand it over in just a second. My nephew apologize to you yet?” A grunt. “Good. Here she is.” He waves her over, and she hurriedly swallows a sip of tea before hopping over to the phone. “Steve?”

“Hey. The little shit found Dart.”

Robin breathes out a laugh. “Jesus. D’we gotta kill it and live with his sad face now?”

“That’s the thing, though, is it did help. He fuckin’ domesticated the thing.”

“Okay, so which one of us is gonna tell him?” She asks, in a tone that means it’s gonna be Steve.

He laughs, “well I’m not gonna tell him.”

“The fuck you’re not,” she argues, “you’re his second mom, dingus, it sure as shit ain’t gonna be me.”

He squawks, “I am not his-”

She hangs up on him with a satisfying click and a smug grin.

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tangerinesgirl · 29 days

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Frank (Abigail) NSFW Alphabet

Rating: 18+, explicit

Notes: this is made with a Fem!Reader in mind, obviously spoilers for Abigail (2024), some mentions of CNC and various other kinks.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare for Frank before being a vampire wasn't really his thing, the most he would do is offer you a drink of water. However, after being turned, he felt more possessive over you and is way more attentive, making sure if he hurt you at all, since he can't really control his new abilities yet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Frank pre vamp liked his general physique and mind the most, he would work out regularly and always liked being in charge and had to keep his mind sharp and how he could manipulate people. Post vamp he liked the fangs, how they looked on him and how they looked biting you. He couldn't keep them off you, making sure everyone could see who you belonged to.

His favourite body part on you is your neck obviously, but he's also partial to your breasts and ass. As long as they're covered in bite marks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Frank loves seeing his cum over your chest, and watching you lick it from his fingers. It felt like a power trip to him seeing you helpless and covered in his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Frank, even though always the dom, secretly wants to be pegged. He never ever shows this, but sometimes when you grab his hair and he moans, you kinda knew occasionally he wants to be topped, at least.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Frank is very experienced, he absolutely knows what he is doing and how to make a girl cum, but he would only use sex as a necessity, he would never get attached or think anything more of it. One night stands, only when he needed to. So he was never any good at the affectionate side, it was never really in his nature.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Post vamp Frank will fuck you into next week and wants to try every position, everywhere, he does not care. If he has to pick, it would be doggy, so he could bite your ass occasionally, he also liked how deep he felt inside you this way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Frank is a very serious person, sex with him is always calculated and rough. You couldn't joke with him, even if he would accidentally do something silly during the teething stages of being a vampire, he would hate you laughing at him and shut you up immediately.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Frank always prides himself on appearance. He has a little bit of hair down there that's well trimmed and aethetically pleasing. His chest has a few specks of hair. He's particularly fond of his V line and his light snail trail, and how you would lick down it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Frank isn't the most intimate or romantic kind, he's purely sexually driven. Sometimes he buys you things from when a job has gone particularly well, or take you out to dinner, sometimes a holiday if he's feeling generous.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Well if you've read this fic of mine, Frank likes it when you masturbate together when you have turned into his puppet as you can both feel each other through his powers and giving you instructions.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Apart from the obvious domination and masochism, he loves to humiliate and objectify you. Anything that gives him power over you. He's also an exhibitionist. Even though he's smart, when he's horny and needs you he doesn't think twice, he just has to have you there and then. Post vamp Frank is also determined to try mirror sex to see if his reflection vanishes (he's seen too many vampire films).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You don't really stay at home a lot, Frank likes to get hotel rooms when he's on a job, and wants you there when he's particularly worked up over it to unwind. Post vamp Frank wants to try it in a church, to see if he'll burst into flames or not.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Frank never really shows you PDA himself (apart from hickies/bites), but you do it subtly to him. You like to slide your hands up his thighs under a table, and he goes WILD. It's a sure fire way to get him to fuck your brains out in the public restroom. He also loses his mind when you dress particularly well: whether it's a figure hugging ball gown or a new lingerie set he's bought you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Frank is very possessive over you so isn't a huge fan of the idea of groups/threesomes, but he is pretty sexually open otherwise.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Frank typically is more of a receiver than a giver pre vampirism. Post vampirism, he gives a lot more, he can't help but nibble a little on your thighs on the way. He also loves to give when it's your time of the month for obvious vampire reasons.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with Frank is always rough, he loves to see you come undone under him. He fucks deep, fast and hard, you can feel it for days afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Frank is a big fan of quickies, especially during a job, it adds to his feeling of being in charge. Quickies are quite a regular occurrence, he tends to be the one to initiate them. When you initiate them, he likes to humiliate you through it, calling you desperate, whore, slut... But you like it and only turns you on more.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Frank is always game to experiment, especially with his new vampire powers, even if you're a bit apprehensive. Even though Frank can be a little scary sometimes, and caught up in the moment, but you have safe words, it's very well planned out, and he always listens.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Frank pre vamp normally just lasts one round once a day, he tends to see sex as an obligatory job rather than a relaxed activity. Occasionally he does more if he really needs it. Post vamp Frank has an insane amount of stamina, he could honestly fuck you an entire day and not get tired. You have to beat him away with a stick sometimes when he fucks you too rough and you need a day to recover.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Frank likes to buy toys for you when he goes away before a job. He likes to ring you to make sure you're using them and how they feel. He likes watching you use them too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Frank is a HUGE asshole for this. He LOVES to tease you, work you up, then deny orgasms from you. He has a way with words that really gets you going. When you tease him in revenge, he hates it, he absolutely MUST be in charge and will show you a lesson.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Frank is VERY vocal, he likes to talk through exactly what he's going to do with you, even in public he likes to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, as well as the occasional derogatory pet names, and a "good girl" on a particularly nice day. He likes seeing how wild his voice drives you. He also moans an awful lot, especially in your ear, when fucking but also when feeding from you, saying how good you taste, which sends you into overdrive. It's honestly his hottest feature in your opinion.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Frank loves seeing you tied up, as well as the occasional CNC where he would kidnap you and have his way with you. Another roleplay favourite of Frank's (and yours too) is being chased in the woods and hiding from him. He likes to smell the blood and the wetness coming from you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Frank is average girth wise, but is slightly longer than most. He likes it when you choke on him from oral, and when he can see the bulge in your stomach when he fucks you against your cervix.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Frank post vamp has an insane sex drive, he loves using his vampirism, especially for sex. Not exactly that he misses you, he more misses the effect he has over you. He is a walking red flag, but the sex is great.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Frank doesn't sleep an awful lot. He never really switches off from work, so he would leave you in peace to go work or do some last minute planning in a different room, and end up falling asleep there.

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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IMAGINING. . . SOOBIN W TATTOOS !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — suggestive asfff, slight fluff, s2l!au kinda, | w — sexual tension type like a lot, pool scene, mentions of reader wearing revealing clothing (again it's literally a pool scene), mention of cigs somewhere + not really proofread

A/N — based on a thirst trap I saw on ig you have me on chokehold for the rest of the month <3 idc if the concept doesn't fit I needed it.

🖇️ READ PART TWO HERE !!

PARTIALLY INSPIRED BY ARIANA GRANDE'S “BREAK UP W/ YOUR GIRLFRIEND” MV & SONG

you've been friends with soobin for quite some time now— you kicked it off at a cafe when your friend wanted to meet up after coming back to town. she had a few other friends there with her, choi soobin being one of them. “dude, you have to meet soobin,” you recalled your friend telling you, that you he was this fun guy with a great fashion sense, and you'd just brushed her aside, not paying too much attention.

but now, you kind of wished you did. soobin wasn't anything like you imagined. you probably pictured an average looking guy with a personality that reached depths, maybe wore a few fashionable pieces here and there. but you didn't expect him to have wear the simplest outfits, and yet look like— well, the way he did.

you eyed him in a white t shirt covering all of his arms, the thin material subtilty revealing dark outlines on his skin, a delicate pendant around his neck and fluffy hair brushed aside to make room for his glasses. and when he smiled at a joke your friend made...shit. he was kind of cute.

and soobin made his efforts to talk to you, but you couldn't help but focus on his body language— his fingers gripping his forearm, his jacket riding down to show a few tattoos on his shoulder— and you'd mask a smile at him when you'd hear him repeat a question he asked you earlier, trying not to focus on the way his hand rested on his thigh.

and you'd see soobin when your friends hung out often— usually sitting in one of the corners of the table where you could observe everyone talk, and then driving people home in his car. but, despite his appearance, soobin was a sweet fucking guy. always offering you a napkin at dinner or lending you his jacket on a particularly windy night.

and everytime he stretched while he silently watched everyone talk at the table, you noticed there was something scribbled on his soft skin underneath his full sleeve shirt. and he'd catch you staring sometimes, his bangs falling over his eyes as he bent over to tap you on your knee, asking with a small smile if you're lost in thought.

so maybe, soobin had been growing on you. just a bit.

and the night you left a party after arguing with your ex about how you don't want to “try again,” some back and forth between bittersweet, blaring music & heated expressions flashing through shifting lights— your relationship had come to an end as abruptly as it had started, and you intended to keep it that way. refusing with a harsh pull, you rubbed your bare arms as you walked away, sliding between sweaty bodies in the tight room.

and you remember taking a seat outside, trying to wrap yourself in a shawl as cold wind nipped at your bare legs, muttering curses to your ex. the uncomfortably irritating sound of a couple making out in the corner was making your headache worse, as blaring music from inside muffled with the blowing wind.

you glanced down at your phone, knowing it'll offer you better entertainment than whatever was inside, when you saw a couple of texts from soobin a few hours ago.

SOOBIN

[11:12 pm] hey, y/n, how's the party?

how was the party? you scoffed to yourself, cigarette smoke wafting around in the air as you twiddled your thumbs hovering above the keyboard, trying to think of a response— when you reached over and pressed the call button, not really expecting him to pick up. “hey, soobin. I know it's super late, but can you pick me up?”

and soobin's response was a bit delayed, as if he was shocked you called, but he replied with something that sounded in-between a ‘sure’ and a hum, his voice hoarse. “oh, soobin. did I wake you up?”

“no, no. I was wide awake,” then you heard him yawn. your cheeks flushed as you tapped your foot to the ground, “sorry about that, soobin.”

he ignored your apology, mumbling at you to send him your location with another yawn. maybe you should have thought twice before calling him at nearly 4 in the night. but you didn't know that soobin was secretly over the moon at you calling him, he was just too sleepy to show it— every second he got, he had always picked to be your side. slowing down his pace to walk beside you, or discreetly allowing his fingers to brush against yours whenever he got a chance to, had his heart beating like crazy. you had his heart beating like crazy.

and when you finally sat in the passenger seat of soobin's car after a few more calls he made confirming your location— fuck.

you knew there was something suspicious about soobin always wearing a full sleeve shirt even in the hottest weather possible, but last thing you expected was him having an arm full of tattoos resting on the wheel, the other out the window. his designs slowly circled and disappeared behind the strap of his black tank top. and when your eyes trailed below towards his sleeping shorts, accidentally catching them riding up as he bent over to lower the aircon—

you snapped your eyes forward, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. your fingers clutching the end of your shawl tightened.

and little did you know, soobin did it on purpose. he'd seen the way you looked at him, your eyes slyly (or not) slipping down to gaze at his arm flex when he scratched the back of his neck or readjusted his hair, a guilty, dark shift to your eyes when you'd notice his fingers on his thighs. and was it that bad to admit he liked it when he saw the expression on your face lightly change when you noticed a tattoo peeking out? you'd slowly press your legs together, a hand moving to hide your face as you'd look the other direction, trying to focus at the conversation everyone else was involved in. but he'd see you slowly default back to him, and everytime, he'd feel a tingle in his stomach when you'd lick your lips, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

“how are you? how was the party?” he gave you a sleepy smile in the car, his eyes glazing over you. you looked towards him, pressing your lips together at the way his hair fluffed up, his hand rubbing his thigh as he leaned his head back to the headrest, revealing the shape of his jaw—“good. met my ex. not doing that again,” you nodded, earning a small chuckle from him.

and throughout the drive, you felt yourself slipping into sleep, accidentally focusing on your reflection in the windshield instead of the traffic. your eyelids closing, the soft bass of a summer song playing in the background, the fresh car scent wafting around you— before the car would jerk, shooting you awake. “sorry,” soobin would mumble, throwing you an apologetic look before he'd suggest you lay your seat back, allowing you to sleep in a more comfortable position. and you remember refusing, curling into a ball to sleep instead.

and occasionally, a speeding car would pass by an intersection, and soobin would lean his arm out to stop you from falling forward as the car came to a sudden stop, a serious expression on his face as he asked you, “you okay?” and the two of you would trail your eyes down to his hand on your bare thigh, hearts skipping beats. and he'd snap his hand back, apologizing and trying to clear his intentions, when you'd just giggle him an, “its okay!” thanking him for looking out for you. and the drive would start again, and he'd yawn after hearing you yawn yet again, eyelashes bearing sleepy tears.

and right before he dropped you off at your place, he turned his body to face you, scratching the back of his neck. he was telling you something about not hesitating to call him, but did he really think you'd pay attention? your eyes watched the way his detailed arms flexed when he ran his hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the material of his shorts. your eyes watched the stars sprinkled across his collarbones attentively, wishing you could see the designs that hid behind his clothes.

and when soobin held a small ‘get together’ as he called it— was really a party— you thought you'd really never lived. you weren't planning on going, but after being urged by everyone in your circle, there you were, wearing swimming clothes underneath your dress and holding hands with your friend as you walked into the venue.

and eyeing soobin in the crowd, soft giggles and hushed whispers as the bass snuck up your legs— and you felt your stomach tighten when he glanced over towards you, a hand gesturing to come closer.

and dipping your feet as you watched everyone urge soobin to jump in the pool— him shyly refusing with a shake of his hand as he backed away, trying not to glance at you, sitting sweetly as your legs tread in the water. and he didn't notice someone sneak behind him, pushing him in, earning cheers from everyone around. and when he came up to the surface— beads of water dripping down as he pushed his hair back with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows, his dimples suddenly popping out. and he noticed you giggling as he pulled his top off, your eyes glazing over the chain that hung in the dents of his shoulders and collarbones, and he broke out into a smile, slowly walking towards you. “come on, y/n, jump in.”

you refused without actually meaning to, but then, everyone started a chant lead by soobin— and the last thing you remember before your ears crashed against the surface of the water was soobin's chin coming to rest on your knees, tilting his head with a smirk as he snaked his hands around your thighs to pull you in.

and everyone followed suit, splashes of water against your cheeks as soobin held your arms, laughing as the waves hit your face.

and everything happened so fast, his arms clinging to you when someone splashed water on you, or him wiping the water out of his face with a soft gasp. his hand on your waist, your leg slowly wrapping around his waist as he pushed you into a corner when everyone left to grab towels— bending lower, almost underneath the water when you felt his breath hit the cold skin of your lips, a soft, “can I?” as he pulled your hair to the side, his lips against your own, pushing you against the cold walls of the pool.

the sensation of the ripples of water against your hips was sending you over the edge whenever he adjusted your legs around him, softly smiling when he'd hear you mumble something in between, feeling your hands around him. and it was almost horrifying the way you could hear him kiss you, despite the music in the back, despite the water rippling around the two of you.

and you remember you snuck your fingers to pull lightly at his hair, the other hand finding it's way to tug the pendant around his neck when he pulled away— hooded eyes and cute puffy lips, his cheeks pink as he whispered, dragging your hand down his tattooed chest.

“if you keep doing that, we'll have a little problem.”

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yanderecrazysie · 5 months

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I read the nsfw alphabet of Asmodeus, can you do that with Lucifer? Thx<3

Sure thing!

Note: I’m doing headcanons, alphabets, and profiles much, much quicker than my oneshots, if you’d prefer to send them in, they’ll be done quickly.

WARNINGS: yandere themes, very NSFW, mentions of non-con

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer is not good at aftercare. He tries to put his arm around you, but that’s about it. He does his best to ignore your sniffles and tears because they make him feel guilty.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lucifer likes his hair because he secretly likes when you pull on it or, best of all, card your fingers through it.

On you, he finds his eyes drifting down to your breasts on many occasions. It’s just something his eyes always seem to look at.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Lucifer eats healthy, so his cum is fairly nice tasting. He has an average amount of cum, but it seems to stick to you more that normal.

D: Dirty Secret

Lucifer likes to be in control, yes, but he has had the occasional vision of you being in control. However his pride would never, ever allow that.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Barely experienced. He’s a handsome man, but he turns people down most of the time. He has too much pride for a one night stand and he hasn’t had any serious relationships before you.

F: Favorite Position

Doggy style- he wants to be in complete control. He also loves the way your breasts swing back and forth in that position.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Lucifer is deadly serious. Not a single joke will ever leave his mouth.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lucifer keeps himself very well-trimmed. Sometimes he shaves all of it off. And yes, the pubic hair is black.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Lucifer isn’t very romantic, but he loves to hold your hands in his during sex. He always hopes that’s enough comfort for you, since he’s not sure what else to do.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Lucifer is not really one to masturbate. He’s tries it sometimes, but it doesn’t match up to the real thing at all.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lucifer loves seeing you in lingerie so he can rip it apart to get to your sexy body. He can be a sadist sometimes too, but not too bad.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers in a bed at his home. He’s not into public sex.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

While you in general get him going, seeing you partially or entirely naked makes him absolutely feral (on the inside)

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s too prideful to let you take control and he doesn’t like eating you out, sorry.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Very much receiving. He doesn’t like to lower himself to giving, but he absolutely loves seeing you on your knees with his cock hitting the back of your throat.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He’s fast, but not too rough. Occasionally he’ll grind against your cervix before resuming his quick thrusts.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind them, but he’d prefer a long, drawn out session.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Lucifer is fine with trying most things, as long as he’s dominant. He’d especially like to try some BDSM stuff.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lucifer can go about 3 rounds most of the time, though he might be shooting blanks. He doesn’t mind just going once, but he does have a lot of stamina.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, sorry! He’s sure he knows how to make you horny with just his fingers. Plus he’s, you know, prideful, and toys doing better than him is a no-no.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease, he does what he wants and does it well.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lucifer is pretty quiet, with the occasional grunt. When he cums, he lets out a quiet groan.

W: With or without consent (Non-con or consensual?)

Lucifer doesn’t care whether you’re willing or not. If he wants you, he gets you.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Lucifer isn’t very girthy, but his length makes up for that. His dick is a pretty pale color, with a tip that gets darker when it starts to leak precum. It has a few small veins on it.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lucifer has a low sex drive, but when he wants you, he needs to get his hands on you.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Lucifer falls asleep after you because he wants to make sure you’re alright before he drifts off.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere alphabet #tw noncon #yandere lucifer #obey me lucifer

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williaml0ver · 4 months

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☆ <3 Ganji Gupta giving his s/o a cat ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1535

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, fluff, comfort, crack, not proofreading any of this lol

[🖇️] author's note: did i mention previously that i don't know how to portray Ganji in headcanons? Well yes... did i give that idea up and started working on something else but stopped in the middle because i got a stupid idea? Well yes! I'm glad to present all of you a silly Ganji drabble in those testing times!

-As a cricket player, your boyfriend quite often had to leave your shared cottage. Of course, sometimes he'd let you tag along, but it was not always possible. Days like this were filled with loneliness, and as much as you appreciated Ganji's passion and hard work you did experience the terrible moments of emptiness.

-Ganji, as much as he'd prefer to stay together, knows it wouldn't be responsible. The bills are no joke. There is always an emotional aura around when he's coming home — when you receive a letter confirming his homecoming you feel literally head over heels. Then, once Ganji arrives he is welcomed with a cozy dinner and a long cuddle session.

-You manage to notice that your boyfriend, who sometimes may be hard for you to read is in fact acting a little strange, yet you assume that maybe the homesickness was still kicking in, so you decided to not confront him.

-Ganji NEVER allows you to help him in unpacking, stating that you've already done enough by keeping the house clean. When this time you hear no protests from his side you know something is up, you just can't wrap your head around what exactly. You're told to grab some luggage and bring it to your shared room. You decide to obey him to not raise any suspicion. After he's made sure you're busy upstairs, he begins his secret plan. Ganji sneaks out of the cottage. He approaches a small shed standing next to it, and takes your surprise to meet you.

-Meanwhile, you are still upstairs, folding your boyfriend's clothes and putting them into your joint wardrobe, feeling grumpy, yet grateful he is finally back. Suddenly, you hear him calling you. Assuming he just needs your assistance, you unassumingly get up and go downstairs. What you see however is nothing you expected it to be...!

-Standing next to you, you look at Ganji gently smiling. Then, your attention turns to his chest. Inside his partially unzipped shirt you notice a small fluff ball being carried in it, your lover's hand gently petting it. Unsure what to do, you cover your mouth with your hands and try to process what did just happen. The batter explains that he's aware of the gap, the hole he leaves inside you when he has to leave you for business for some time. It truly makes his heart break, therefore he decided it may be a good idea to give you a small companion.

-You quickly run over to Ganji, giving him a kiss on the lips, he then holds the small cat in his palms and gives it to you. A small group hug is formed. Of course, knowing it's a small animal, you took the batter's gift very seriously. You asked several key questions, including if there are furniture and food prepared for it. His heart melted after hearing you saying that it's like if you two had a baby to raise. Ganji knew that now when he leaves you will feel at least a little less lonely now. He also admired your dedication to help him raise the small one.

-Sooner or later, this moment was impossible to avoid, in no time, Ganji was once again called to come back. You spent your final night together cuddling in bed, his arm around you. You have placed the cat between both of you. Out of the three, you fell asleep first. It always amazed you how Ganji could sleep for so few hours and still be able to function properly. He silently watches your sleeping form while smiling to himself, petting both of his now two little ones.

-After Ganji left for good, he kept thinking about you for the next few days. Are you doing alright? Is the cat causing any trouble? Before bringing it to you, he hasn't noticed any nasty behaviour coming from the small creature, but what he DID notice is that this time you've let him go rather easily. Whenever it was time for your boyfriend to get back to work, you would always become very clingy, sometimes even shedding a tear here and there. But this time? You seemed weirdly calm. He later came to a conclusion that his small fluff ball of joy is probably the reason for the sudden change in your mood. Good, he thought, you are now more or less distracted while he is away.

-Another thing he wasn't aware of is that now that while he's gone, the cat is literally wrapping you around it's fingers... i mean claws. At one point or another, you unawarely become a maid at your own house. You constantly spend your time with your cat. It's got new toys, new food, new places to play in.

-As time passes, Ganji once again comes back and is welcomed by you enthusiastically as always. He sees his "child" has now grown and is being well taken care of by his lover. He doesn't mind at all that there is now more cat accessories around the house, it's just proof that it's being treated properly.

-After a homecoming dinner, Ganji decides he needs some fresh air and alone time. He however starts to sense a stinky smell. While trying to find it's source, he stumbled upon his shoes. He decided to give the search up and go outside, but then, the moment of realization hits. Someone has SHAT inside HIS shoes! and he doesn't need further investigation to know who is behind this. The only question in his mind is why? After spending so much time with their lover home alone, he assumed you instructed it on how to properly use the litter box, right? And the answer is that you in fact did. Though for mysterious reasons, the cat decided to give his second owner a proper welcome.

-See, small guy noticed that after Ganji returned, you paid more attention to him instead. Obviously, kitty doesn't like that and has to show this man where his place is. Ganji just found himself a mortal enemy - at one point, those nasty surprises became a cycle. Each time he came back, a trick would be played on him and yet you didn't seem to be offended by the vandal's actions. The cat keeps attacking his leg, bites him, steals his food from the plate, hides his socks in his small bed. What's going on? When he arrives home after a long time, the not-so-innocent-and-not-anymore baby tries to get your attention all the time, acting like it's in pain, all to make you less and less interested in Ganji's long awaited homecoming.

-While being petted by you, it mischievously stares at your love, and he isn't scared to stare back. They watch each other with pure hatred and jealousy. It can last minutes. They are barely blinking... it's like a forever fight who is going to win your attention. Ganji brought a monster into his house.

-"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE..."

-You literally can't cuddle either of them alone. Whenever the other sees you hugging, he has to step in, much to the other's discomfort. Ganji's last straw though was when he found his bat scratched with claws and bite marks. He is rarely angry when he arrives home, but this one time he was extremely grumpy. Do you guys know that feeling when your pet randomly decides to jump on you with all their force? Ganji is a constant victim of that.

-Finally, your boyfriend draws the line. He is tired of being harassed in his own house, by his own child. You wouldn't even be surprised if he told it to find a cat job and help pay the bills. He decides to have a serious chat with you the next morning.

-While he was sleeping, Ganji has had a serious nightmare. He always talked with you about that one dream, the one with the burning building. You know it was very traumatic for him so you always comforted him. But not this time. You were so tired you didn't even wake up, and meanwhile Ganji was shaking and panting, all sweaty. He wishes he wouldn't have to wake you up, but it seems like there is no other choice. Then, suddenly he feels paws touching his bare chest. It's that demon, he thought to himself, expecting the worst to happen, for a goofy cat to make him feel even more down than before. To his surprise, the cat sits on his stomach and begins to, how you like to call it, make biscuits. Ganji quickly feels better, grateful to the little cat he got so jealous of before. Your baby fell asleep together with your lover holding it in his hands. When you woke up to that sight, you felt very moved by the act.

-Some time later, each of them began respecting each other a bit more, "maybe it isn't that bad after all, huh?" Said Ganji. What he didn't know, is that at the same time, his small troublemarker was chewing on his favourite sportswear.

-Let's say, you had to get both of them to your bed and cuddle with each other to calm down the situation...

[🖇️] absolutely devastated that Ganji doesn't have a plushie or anything... i'm like screaming crying peeing and throwing up 💔 well i decided to make an autistic yipee Ganji themed creature... i think i'll also edit my first two hc posts and turn autistic yipee creatures into Naib and William too hehe

#identity v #idv #idv hcs #idv x reader #ganji gupta x reader #ganji gupta #ganji gupta headcanons #idv batter #idv x you #ganji gupta x you

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sequinsmile-x · 9 months

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hi, idk if you’re taking requests rn, but thomas gibson’s new post has got me thinking of hotchniss on vacation, and i can’t help but think of emily taking photos of hotch like that (and the feral thoughts she’d have bc let’s be real, we know she’d have those too 😭)

hiiii bestie <3

Well, I ended up getting a few requests like this...so here we are. It naturally turned into smut (as it should have I mean...LOOK at those photos of TG.)

I hope you enjoy this!

-x-

Emily and Aaron go to the beach.

Based on the photos Thomas Gibson posted of him with a surfboard, sending the fandom feral.

-x-

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Words: 3.1k

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The last time they’d gone on vacation just the two of them was on their honeymoon.

Emily liked to joke that didn’t even count since she’d been four months pregnant at the time. The baby that ended up being their son, Oscar, making her nauseous enough on some days that she’d barely been able to leave their suite for entirely different reasons to why she’d hoped they’d stay cooped up inside.

Ever since then, any trips they took were done as a family, precious time together that all of them she looked back on with a smile. Hours in queues at DisneyWorld that seemed endless at the time, or the hot sun beating down on them at family-friendly resorts as she made sure Oscar and Jack kept their hats on to protect them from it, that she never thought she’d look back on fondly.

It was Aaron who suggested they go somewhere without the boys for a long weekend, some much-needed time just the two of them. Something that was difficult to find in amongst Emily’s job, the boy’s different activities and the classes Aaron taught at the academy. She hadn’t hesitated for a second when she agreed, finding that she missed her husband even though he was right there next to her.

Jack had encouraged it, the 18-year-old happy to look after his younger brother for the weekend. If he was any other kid, if he wasn’t half Aaron, Emily would have been worried at the prospect of leaving them without any other supervision. The teenager was beyond sensible, to the point where Emily had, more than once, tried to convince him to break the rules. A glint in her eyes that matched her smile as she told him it would be okay to break curfew just once.

She knew they’d have the opposite issue with Oscar. That while he looked exactly like Aaron, the 11-year-old almost his father’s twin in comparison to photos of him at the same age, he was all her. His wildness ran deep, set free by the lack of expectations that had partially dampened it in her when she was young. It sometimes felt like she was looking at what she could have been like if her childhood had been different, if she’d known she was loved. Something her boys had never had to doubt.

“Shall we head to the beach?”

She smiles as she looks up at her husband, the sight of him so relaxed causing her belly to flip. His black t-shirt and swim shorts make him look a little younger despite the salt and pepper flecks throughout his floppy hair and the beard he was letting grow just for her, his razor left on the bathroom counter at home upon her insistence.

She stands up from the couch she’d settled on and wraps her arms around him, settling into his embrace as he pulls her closer, stamping a kiss against her lips. She smiles as she pulls back, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as her hand sneaks under the neckline of his t-shirt, her warm fingers against his skin making him shiver, his grip around her waist tightening.

“Or…we could just stay here,” she suggests, leaning forward and kissing him again, “Make the most of our time alone.”

He chuckles, his hand shifting from her waist to her lower back, smiling as she arches towards him, “You’re insatiable.”

Their sex life had always been healthy, the years that they’d been together doing nothing to diminish it, nothing to make the fire between them flicker out into a puff of smoke. It was something they both loved, something they both made time for. This weekend had so far consisted of mostly staying in bed in their beach house rental, only leaving for food in between rounds and snuggling in the chair on the deck together.

She smiles and kisses him again, “For you? Always.” She says, knowing he was just the same, that nothing had changed how much they were attracted to each other. She’d been self-conscious after she had Oscar, the changes to her body, specifically the way the scar on her abdomen had stretched, making her doubt herself. For weeks longer than her doctor said she’d needed, the longest they’d ever gone without having sex, she’d put him off. The exhaustion of parenting a newborn a convenient excuse until Aaron asked what was wrong. He was nothing but understanding as she tearfully explained how she felt, how she didn’t feel attractive anymore.

He’d spent hours proving her wrong. Taking her apart again and again to show her that she’d always been beautiful to him, and she always would be.

“As tempting as that offer is,” he says, smiling as he tucks some of her grey hair behind her ear, “I would like to go surfing at least once whilst we’re here,” he says, kissing her cheek, “I promised the boys I’d let them know what it was like.”

It was something he had picked up on one of their first vacations as a family. Oscar was still small, a tiny baby they’d had to keep an eye on so he didn’t eat fistfuls of sand, and Jack had watched the surfers from his place on the shoreline, fascinated by them. He asked Aaron if they could do it too, and he’d found someone who taught beginners lessons the next morning. Emily had watched, anxiety she hadn’t known existed before she was a mom bubbling in her chest as she held a sleeping Oscar, and loved that it was something they bonded over. It became something Aaron and Jack did together whenever they went somewhere, and Oscar joined them when she was old enough.

Emily hums and makes a show of rolling her eyes, “You’re lucky that it’s incredibly attractive to me when you’re being a good father.”

“I always feel lucky with you,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrow at her and she shakes her head, biting the inside of her cheek in a failed attempt to dampen her smile.

“You’re ridiculous,” she replies, stamping a kiss to his lips before she pulls back, “Come on then, I’ll read my book and you can go surfing.”

He wraps his arm around her shoulders as they head for the back of the beach house, the large French doors leading to the porch and then the beach itself, “You don’t want to join me?”

She laughs wryly and shakes her head, “I’d rather sit on the beach and look pretty, and take pictures of you looking pretty whilst you surf.”

He laughs and reaches for the surfboard that he was keeping on the back porch, “As long as you-”

“Don’t send any to the BAU group chat,” she says, rolling her eyes as she cuts him off, “I know, I know.”

“And not the separate one you have with Penelope and JJ either.”

She huffs out a breath, wishing she could be mad that he knew her so well, that he’d seen through her loophole, “You’ve got to ruin all my fun, huh?”

He kisses her, stealing the breath from her lungs, smirking as he pulls back, “Hopefully not all your fun.”

___

Emily smiles as she flicks through the pictures on her phone, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she lingers on one where he’s holding the surfboard over his shoulder, the muscles in his arms visible under his skin. The smile on his face soft as if he was looking right at her or one of the boys, not the camera. It makes something flip in her belly, a familiar need for him bubbling into a slow boil.

“I hope you didn’t send those to anyone,” he quips, and she looks up from her phone to see him standing next to the bed, his eyebrow raised as she smiles up at him from where she is sitting, her back against the headboard. He’s wearing the t-shirt he’d worn to the beach earlier, something he’s sure would leave bits of sand in the bed even though she’d shaken it out over the balcony whilst he showered, but he doesn’t care. The sight of her in his clothes had always been enough to undo him, something so simple and domestic that brought him to his knees.

“Just the boys,” she says, locking her phone and placing it on the nightstand, smiling as he climbs into bed next to her. He leans in to kiss her, smiling as she cups his cheek and holds him in place, chasing him as he pulls back, her nails scratching at his beard. “Jack said you need a shave.”

He laughs as he shakes his head, “He’s always hated the beard.”

She smiles as she thinks of the first time she’d ever seen him with a beard, when she was freshly back from the dead and he was back from Pakistan. He’d told her since that he’d left because he didn’t feel like he deserved to be at home when he’d sent her away, a penance that he carried that no one else but him had put on his shoulders.

She hums as she pushes his hair from his forehead, “I’ve always loved it.”

At first, she’d tried to ignore the pull that she’d felt towards him when she got back from Paris. Half convinced at first that it was only because he understood what she’d been through, that he’d faced his own monsters and survived. It was only as time went on that she realised it went deeper than that. That she was in love with him, and had been for longer than she’d care to admit. She was grateful she’d taken the plunge, that she’d kissed him after dinner one night and changed her life for the better.

Aaron smiles at her, his dimples carved into his cheeks, “I know you do.”

He leans in and kisses her, his tongue licking through her mouth, tasting the sigh she releases as her hand moves into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp as he shifts them. He ends up half on top of her as he lays them down and she chuckles as she widens her legs, making room for him to lay between them, chuckling as she pulls back to smile at him.

“Sure you’re not too tired after surfing?” She asks, already breathless, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips, addicted to the taste of him on her skin. He runs his hand up her thigh, grasping at the familiar skin and smiles as he presses a kiss to the corner of her lips and then her cheek, his response partially muffled against her skin as he makes his way down her throat.

“I’m never too tired for this.”

She beams at him and pulls him in for a kiss, groaning as his hand slips up her thigh, the kiss lost to a smile as his hand reaches her hip, all but growling when all he feels is bare skin. He pulls back and looks at her, his pupils blown with desire as their eyes meet.

“No underwear?” He asks, his voice gruff, the sound of it alone enough to make her shift her hips up towards his.

She shrugs, “Seemed pointless,” she says breathlessly, reaching down to pull at the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing, but he stops her, his hand over hers as she frowns curiously at him.

“Keep it on,” he murmurs, kissing her throat, nipping at her pulse point with his teeth. She grasps at his hair, holding him in place as he sucks a bruise into her skin, one she knows she’ll struggle to hide from their sons when they get home, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“You and your obsession with me wearing you- fuck,” she says, her comment lost as he presses his thumb against her clit, drawing out a groan from her.

“So wet for me already, baby,” he mutters against her skin, trailing upwards to capture her lips in a kiss, “Always so wet.”

She whimpers as he runs his fingers through her, her hips moving against his hand, seeking out friction he knew she needed but was holding back, “Always for you,” she gasps, “Only you,” her hips twitch again as he lightens his touch and she groans, “Aaron. Please.”

Aaron smirks into the kiss. Even all these years later it blew him away that he did this to her. That he was able to turn this woman, the person who he’d seen stare death in the face, to this. His name a breathless whisper on her lips as he finally pushes two fingers into her, swallowing the moan she releases before she breaks away from the kiss, her head thrown back against the pillow.

“Fuck,” she moans, clenching around his fingers as he presses his thumb into her clit, “Just like that,” she adds unnecessarily, both of them aware he knew her body almost better than she did, well practised on how to take her apart.

He builds her up slowly, taking his time no matter how much he wants her, how much he wants to feel her around him. He uses his other hand to trail under the t-shirt she is wearing, his fingers stroking over her skin, paying special attention to her scars. Able to seek them out even though he can’t see them, her skin a map he knew off by heart. Something he had committed to memory long ago.

She gasps at the heat of his skin against hers, the way he palms at her breasts, making sure he takes the time to press into the damaged skin above her left one. A brand he always paid attention to, forever seeing the beauty in it where she couldn’t because it was made of her, and therefore could never be close to ugly. She can feel the orgasm coming a mile off and she lets it wash over her, every nerve in her body on fire as she comes, tipping over the edge with the familiar weight of him against her.

It takes her a few moments to come back to herself, first aware of his lips against her cheek and then his voice, soft and quiet in the otherwise silent room.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asks, and in any other circumstances she’s sure she’d be pissed that he looked so proud of himself, but she simply nods, her teeth biting at her swollen lower lip.

“I’m great,” she replies, pulling him in for a kiss, her still shaking leg wrapping around his back. She frowns when her heel meets his skin, pulling back to look at him, wondering when he’d taken off the boxers and t-shirt he’d talked out of the bathroom wearing. She kisses away his smirk and reaches out for him, smiling when he grunts as she wraps her hand around him, pumping him up and down a few times, tugging at his lower lip when he breaks the kiss.

She guides him into her, pressing her forehead into his as she sighs at the familiar stretch of him, the feeling of being complete that always came with this.

“I love you,” she breathes out, pushing his hair from his forehead, stamping a quick kiss against his lips.

He links their hands together next to her head and kisses her fiercely, his nose warm against her cheek, “I love you too.”

They go slowly, taking their time as they find a familiar rhythm. He can’t help but think of their first time. The way they’d desperately pulled at each other’s clothes, seeking out what they’d wanted from each other for years, falling into a mess of limbs onto her bed, both of them desperately trying to catch their breath before they went again, wanting to make up for lost time. They still had that passion, the two of his button-down shirts and one of her pairs of underwear that they’d brought on this trip that were torn in their suitcase was enough evidence of that, but he thinks he loves this more.

The familiarity of it, the softness. The love they’d fought so hard for, together and apart, and that he knew they’d feel forever.

“Cl…close,” she grits out eventually, her hips stuttering against his before she chases his lips in a kiss. He reaches between them and rubs her clit, making sure he’s gentle, that he keeps the pace they’ve had all evening.

“Come on sweetheart,” he says, kissing her cheek before he presses his face in her neck, breathing her in, making sure every one of his senses is overwhelmed by her, “Come for me.”

They come together, her orgasm triggering his, and she buries the hand not linked with his in his hair, holding him in place. Not wanting him to move, to pull away, loving the feeling of him pressing her into the mattress. He was heavier now than he had been when they first met, but she loved it. Found comfort in the embrace that somehow felt even safer than it had when they got together, something she hadn’t thought would be possible.

They catch their breath, and she closes her eyes, lets herself bask in it all, the love between them and the peace they’d found on this weekend away. A short burst of quiet in their beautiful, chaotic, life.

“Promise me something,” she says eventually, encouraging him to look at her by tugging at his hair slightly, smiling when their eyes meet.

“Anything,” he replies sincerely, and she knows he means it, that he’d pull the stars from the sky if she asked for them, and she knows she shouldn’t expect anything less.

He’d once called the Vatican for her after all.

“Promise me we’ll always find time like this weekend for us,” she says, pushing the hair that had flopped onto his forehead back, smiling at the grey hairs that shine in the light of the bedroom, “Even when both boys are moved out.”

He smiles, shifting up to kiss her, his hand on her cheek as he pulls back, “Em, I’ll buy this place tomorrow and bring you here every weekend if that’s what you want.”

She beams at him, turning her head to kiss his palm, “I love you,” she says, unsure what else to say, well aware even that didn’t seem enough.

“I love you too,” he replies, leaning down to kiss her as they get lost in each other, the sound of the ocean outside echoing around them.

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Endless Moving Nights He/They 3rd Gen Endless Moving Nights is usually referred to as "Nights" or more commonly "Endless" as for short. He majors in Biological mechanics and his facility status is currently collapsed after Hidden Niche of Pearls sent a large squad of scavengers and used highly reactive explosives. Before the collapse, Endless had severe insomnia and tended to stay up late into the cycle to work on finding the solution to The Great Problem. He (somewhat) found the solution to, but it was far too dangerous without testing. He had contacted his friend, Witch of Twin Stars to test it out for him- as it was technically a way to save her from the immense rot in her superstructure. She was dying, and what Endless was offering was a body switch into a slugcat subspecies. The subspecies being the only bipedal smart enough in Endless' facility that could be rewired to comprehend the ability to bodyswitch- Bottomfeeders. He sent one of his Bottomfeeders to Witch's can- in which Witch enacted on the instructions Endless had given to her. It was a success, however due to the 'solution' being far too close to being against the self-destruct taboo itself- they both kept it a secret. One of Endless' personal logs stored in a data pearl was 'accidentally' delivered to Hidden Niche of pearls- the iterator being extremely lawful. After the collapse, Endless' half-dead puppet was brought to Pines' can where he was hooked up to an emergency port for an umbilical.

Clock of the North She/Her 3rd Gen Clock of the North- formally known as Clock that Forever Points to the Northern Sky or a simpler short name just being Clock. She used to frequently learn more and more about botany and alchemy- however one time, her potion created The Rot in her superstructure. It spread, and she eventually soon collapsed. The rot had gotten partially cleaned up by a squad of slugcats sent by Green Pines, however, when Clock was kidnapped it simply invited itself back in. A large prehistoric slugcat named Memory had taken Clock to an iterator's facility from another local group, which has since been resolved. She was taken to Pines' can for a short amount of time before deciding to leave to beeline from there, to Chime's can, to her own can to finally get back to. She's close friends with Emerald Leaves of the Pines and Endless Moving Nights.

One Last Chime He/They 2nd Gen One Last Chime, commonly known as Chime or Chimes. One Last Chime is best friends with Endless Moving Nights, WAS friends with Howling Winds over Bronze Seas, and is either neutral to everybody else or hates everybody else. Ever since Clock of the North was created, it was rather obvious Chime had a big fat crush on her. He talked to her almost every cycle trying to engage her in conversation, frequently showing that he cared about her and just liked talking to her in general. That was until he accused Pines of simply wanting to use clock and claiming he was untrustworthy- and also accidentally slipped out that he loved her. Clock cut off all communication with him for many cycles. They only started talking again- just as friends- when Clock was transported to Pines' can. Chime still has often arguments with Pines, however, he is beginning to become good friends nowadays. Chime is now beginning to realize he has a crush on Endless now which is gonna end fine and dandy! (it's not)

Hidden Niche of Pearls She/They 2nd Gen Hidden Niche of Pearls- normally known as Pearls or more commonly as Niche. Niche is an extremely lawful neutral iterator with a high sense of regal and betterness. She understands her place in situations, however enjoys being formal- especially with other iterators. Niche likes to indulge in cultural study from the ancients to her own scavenger colony. Her colony of scavengers respect her and see her as their caretaker and leader, however, there's one particular scavenger- Cookie- she has a direct bond with. Cookie is a young scavenger working to become an elite with her siblings Sylvester and Natalie, and she occasionally pays Niche a visit. They'll talk a lot and Niche lets her guard down whenever with the little scavenger. She feels like a mother figure to Cookie, and Cookie feels like a child figure to Niche. Pearls is slightly antisocial as she would rather spend her time studying or talking to Cookie- and she also has mild paranoia due to a certain fallacy from another iterator which had lead to her breaking her morals.

Emerald Leaves of the Pines He/Him 2nd Gen Emerald Leaves of the Pines- almost always referred to as Pines. Pines is an authoritive yet layed back iterator with a set of his own code and morals. He frequently got into heavy arguments with the iterator Howling Winds over Bronze Seas- one day Winds sent him a file that was supposed to help him find the solution. Pines was grateful but suspicious of the hospitality- and rightfully so. The file contracted rot that quickly spread through Pines' superstructure. He was silent for a long time, however in that time had been readying a slugcat colony. The slugcats had cleared out almost all of his rot, and 40-50 of them had been sent to take out Winds for what he had done. Only one of them came back alive, however the mission was successful. After word was out that Pines had murdered Winds, most iterators banned him from chats and/or simply resented him. However Clock of the North believed his intentions were good. She didn't have a good relationship with Winds either, as he tended to be rather hostile. Later on in time, Pines began to rebuild his reputation back up and became friends with most iterators in his local group. He cares dearly for his colony of slugcats and hopes for them to continue advancing without the constant threat of rain above the clouds on his superstructure.

Witch of Twin Stars He/Her 2nd Gen Witch of Twin Stars- the slugcat now encompanying her puppet is referred to as Kasume, however the iterator who body switched with the slugcat is simply reffered to as The Witch or just Witch. After being body switched, Witch set off to head to the Void Sea where she would then attempt to ascend and see if the solution was truly plausible. Along the way, she met a fluffy yellow slugcat named Sunny- and the pup they took care of, Junior. While travelling, Witch had not told Sunny about her intentions, nor was she sure if the slugcat friend could comprehend it. She began growing a close bond with Sunny, and when it came time to dip into the void sea, she came back up. She couldn't do it. She couldn't leave what she had behind. She headed to Endless' can without telling Sunny or Junior where she was going only to find he had since collapsed. Witch found a pup of her own that she treats as her son- Smoky. They have since been living in Pines' colony.

Karmic Obnoxious Inaccuracy She/It 1st Gen Karmic Obnoxious Inaccuracy, almost always referred to as Koi. She isn't technically a part of Windtooth Plane as she's a bit farther away with no local group of her own, though was originally created to be a part of it. She has no communications with the local group, however she does have communications (occasionally) with her brother Endless. Her facility is submerged underwater, so her arrays and different parts of the superstructure constantly get flooded- making communications somewhat unreliable a lot of the time. She's a bit of an aggressively caring iterator with a strong protectiveness over her brother. She doesn't talk to many other people, however, she has had a word or two with One Last Chime.

Howling Winds over Bronze Seas He/Him 2nd Gen Howling Winds over Bronze Seas, sometimes referred to as just Winds. Winds is a highly 'lawful' iterator who frequently antagonizes most others. Despite having administrator privileges before he was murdered, he worked in illegal arsenal manufacturing- weaponry, essentially. Most iterators were neutral toward him, however he had a personal vendetta against Emerald Leaves of the Pines. The only two people he conversed with as friends were Endless Moving Nights and One Last Chime, however Chime moreso tolerated him than not.

(FYI, the second and third image are NOT alternate outfits. The second one is what's underneath the cloak.)

Angel of Dominance She/Her 3rd Gen An iterator who was kidnapped by an iterator of her own local group. She had many experiments done on her and eventually was found dead by Pines' slugcats. She was brought to the facility and temporarily revived but due to a large surgical cut from her hips to her chest, she was in constant pain. The temporary revival was taken away as they did not have the resources to keep her puppet maintained. Eventually, her puppet was rehooked up to the structure when Endless effectively left. She hopes to one day go back to her can in Loveless Meije, however with it being left unattended for some time there's a chance it'll collapse soon.

OTHER ITERATORS

Eight Islands Under Storm Clouds He/Him 2nd Gen An iterator in Windtooth Plane who's extremely antisocial. They haven't said a word to the local group other than Niche. He was created for the purpose of making explosives.

Two Rocks Eroding He/Him 2nd Gen Another iterator who's not necessarily in Windtooth plane, but is in the area. They haven't spoken to anybody.

Pristine Snow, Twisted Mountains She/They 2nd Gen An iterator who was previously conceived as dead from a power surge. Their facility was built on top of a snowy mountain that has heavy snowfalls. They have spoken to the local group a few times here or there but has mostly talked to Emerald Leaves of the Pines. Their 'death' was soon discovered as faked. She has broken many taboos- almost all of them, to be exact.

Misguided Information Any/All 3rd Gen INFORMATION CLASSIFIED

{ Clock of the North and One Last Chime both belong to @chaoticgoober . Emerald Leaves of the Pines, Howling Winds over Bronze Seas and Pristine Snow, Twisted Mountains all belong to chickenboi on discord. Two Rocks Eroding belongs to King STAZE on all platforms (mostly). Eight Islands Under Storm Clouds belongs to my brother, SomethingUnusual (on all platforms). Everyone else belongs to me. }

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Author: prosopopeya & marbleflan | Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy Posting on Saturday March 18

I swear I'm a straight dude, kind of a ladies' man if I'm honest. I'm the love 'em and leave 'em type–maybe that's why I never bothered to get my ex gf (37F)'s last name… or her marital status. We were in the middle of a horizontal tango session, if you know what I mean, when her husband (37M, straight??) walks in. I've never looked twice at a man, but he's the most beautiful person I've ever seen, male or female. Even though he met me when I was getting naked with his wife, he never held it against me. They got divorced and somehow he became my best friend. He even let me move in with him when my pipes burst (not a euphemism) and I had nowhere to go. I think I might be in love with him. Is it possible to be straight all your life but gay for just one guy? Sometimes I think he might be into me as well, but then I think it's just 'cause he's kind of a weird dude. When I look at him, it feels like a hurricane inside me, like I'll burst if I don't kiss him. TLDR: Wondering if asking the guy (whose marriage I ruined) out is a good idea.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

"Where did you guys meet again?" "Oh, um. Through work." It's technically not not true... if you follow six degrees of separation rules. "I think you'd like him. He's funny-- Not like, conventionally funny, I guess, but he's got his own kind of sense of humor that kind of catches you off guard." His phone buzzes again, loud against the counter, and Sam cuts his eyes over to look at it. Dean slides it off the counter to slip it into his pocket. "He's going through a divorce," he blurts, which makes Sam raise an eyebrow. "And he's just-- It's an adjustment, you know? He just really needs a friend right now." More true than his previous partial truth; in fact, that statement is objectively a true one, and it's Dean who's having trouble (apparently?) with parts of it. "Do you need to answer him then?" Sam asks, his tone softening, and Dean imperceptibly relaxes. "Oh, no, he's just elbow-deep into Dr. Sexy after I told him to check it out." Sam rolls his eyes again, laughing this time though, and he goes back to his nachos. "Are you sure being friends with you is the right move, if that's what you get him into?" "Come on, it's perfect breakup watching." "It's the TV equivalent of eating a pint of ice cream so I guess you're not wrong. So, are you helping him rebound?" Dean swallows his beer the wrong way and chokes. "What?" "You've been hanging out a lot." They've been out a handful of times at the Roadhouse, and Dean thinks that shouldn't count as a lot. "Not really sure that's where he's at," Dean says, mostly to the nachos. "Anyway, he wouldn't need my help." "No?" Sam prompts, sounding amused. "No way. He's got this approachable sorta hotness, you know, like he doesn't even realize it, and he dresses like a lump so it catches you by surprise." "Are you sure you're not dating him?" Dean's eyes snap up to find Sam smiling, the joke written all over his face, the picture of disbelief that his macho brother could possibly do something like that. "What?" "'Cas is so funny and hot,'" he teases, shaking out his hair. Sometimes, Dean thinks clearest through the panic, and this feels like one of those times when he throws a chip at Sam. "A good wingman knows how to sell," he says, and watches Sam laugh that one off too, leaning back down to eat his food. Dean's phone buzzes in his pocket. He pokes around at his nachos some more, but suddenly nacho night doesn't seem as appetizing as it did before.

[continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday March 18]

#Destiel Fic #Destiel Art #Destiel Fanworks #DeanCas Fic #DeanCas Art #DeanCas Fanworks #Pinefest Previews #2023 Dean/Cas Pinefest #Author: prosopopeya #Author: marbleflan #Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy #enemies to friends to lovers #bisexual awakening #roommates

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canary-song · 10 months

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I've seen this done several times by others so I am JOINING THE BANDWAGON.

Spidernoir / Noir Peter headcanons!

-Whistles and hums and stims by cracking his knuckles or messing with his fingers. Crackly joints.

-Partially exastrovated by nightmares and onset after the initial Bite(tm), he has spider/crawling sensation/cobweb sensation hallucinations, and actually does very poorly around real spiders. Often seen tugging at his coat or sleeves trying to distract himself from the feelings.

-Arguably canon, but even in his own world he's very visually sensative to light, even pre-spiderbite. The type to wear sunglasses inside

-(I've seen this pop up in fics!) Lighting when applied to him seems to care more about what's more dramatic than what makes sense; his face can cast in shadow if he tilts his head just right, or his glasses can gleam up. Sometimes this is a dead giveaway for emotion, but sometimes it's him being a bit of a needlessly dramatic dork

-Also pretty canon-supported, he really enjoys debate, and he and the rest of The Gang at the Bowery Center would spend whole evenings going through current events and their thoughts on recent policy and law. May supported it wholeheartedly, as it meant all three grew up very politically educated despite having little access to proper public education.

-He Has So Many Opinions And Is So Very Willing To Share All Of Them With You. Tries to keep a quieter demeanor as Spiderman, but is less held back as Peter.

-Lost his sight young due to genetics and is extremely near-sighted, but is extremely perceptive of light and value changes

-Facial expressions don't come too naturally to him, and he doesn't have much of a joking or sarcastic tone. Is hard to read if you only know him in passing, but doesn't much like lying and is decently upfront about all his opinions and intentions, which makes him easier to talk to otherwise

-Talks with clear hand gestures to make up for the above, especially as The Spiderman, so that he's more readable to civillians

-Due to not being radioactive-spiderbite-typical with his healing factor, instead cursed by The Spider God(tm), wounds may heal in a similar time but tend to leave scars far easier

#He's neurodivergent your honor. More than half of this is self projection #noir posting #spiderman noir #spidernoir #arachnaphobia tw #??#blogcat: headcanons

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Hi! If it's not a bother for you, can you please write boyfriend headcanons for Seongha Park,Vatore,Pluton and Amyeong? Tysm!!!

𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸'𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝟸/𝟺 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.

⚠️Ⓦⓐⓡⓝⓘⓝⓖⓢ: pluton excluded because I haven't caught up yet and don't know him at all, also excluding vator too cause my note is out of space, considerable favouritism towards Amyeong, cannibalism in Amyeong's part, mention of getting children in seongha's part.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

🐈😱🆂🅴🅾🅽🅶🅷🅰 🅿🅰🆁🅺:

It's complicated.

Getting into a relationship with him is it's own feat. As the man is quite busy with his union duties and getting to have him all to yourself is rare.

But that's another discussion. This is about your already established relationship.

Dates with him mostly consist of homely, domestic stuff. His life and job are hectic as hell so he finds a solace in your activities. That's not to claim that fancy dates don't occur though. They do, especially in the beginning of the relationship but gradually decrease in frequency as time goes on. But that gradual decrease might not happen if you prefer fine dining, although he will fail sometimes but you must understand, the man's awfully busy.

He's a man of few words, so you must focus more on reading his actions if you want to understand him in the early makings of your relationship. Gradually though, he will fall into a common phenomenon among couples and partially adopt your habit of talkativeness.

Along with that, he might also adopt other things such as preferred choice of curse words, how you hold your cup, the patterns you draw on his skin when cuddling, spice tolerance etc.

He isn't necessarily trying to become a doppelganger in the behavioral way, he's just becoming more in tune with you.

Any hobby you might have, he'll also grow interested in it and try learning that as a form of bonding. It's his tactic for growing closer to you as he isn't quite skilled in the department of sweet talking. The man's quite self aware of his lack of communication expertise.

He has a deep respect for you. He values your opinion in almost every situation. Even when you are clearly wrong, he still tries to take it into consideration.

He feels a deep warmth blossom in the depths of his otherwise cold heart when he sees the way you interact with Subin and her friends. It makes him almost wonder what it would be like to see you talk with your very own milk mukbang. As much as his job is demanding, it's also risky, so he tosses away that idea for now, it always stays somewhere in the back of his head though. Even when you say that you don't want any breathing embryos, which he respects.

His love language consists of quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation. He prefers being on the receiving end of affirmation most of the time but he'll pucker up the courage always when necessary.

He has a way of being funny without even trying to, it's from his almost uncanny comically fake laugh to his nack for making inside jokes. A genuine laugh of his is the most breathtaking though.

He is most apologetic if you happen to be a fan of cats, because he is no way in hell allowing one at his home. He's very much sorry for depriving you of such simple pleasures but he simply cannot.

When asked why, he's hesitant to reveal.

He does it after almost 1year into the relationship on a random Sunday when you both are laying on the couch, limbs over each other with an awful romcom playing in the background that you've seen over 10 times already. Did I mention that he's a hopeless romantic too? And that he has a craving for cringy romcoms? And also that he's deeply embarrassed to letting you know that and was actively hiding it from you before you found out through his most watched list? He was utterly terrified.

Anyway, back to the subject on matter, he begins to unravel the story without invitation, it just starts, out of no where, like a blast of cold water in a dessert. He goes 'so one fateful day I was-' and slowly along the way you figure out that he's talking about the story behind his fear for cats.

It's notable that he talks akin to an old man when talking about incidents in his life. He sulks quite a bit when you tell him that though.

He's very adamant about keeping you out of harm's way, it doesn't matter to him if you're as strong as kayden, he would still fuss all over you like a mother hen.

He might not seem like the type but he's quite prone to jealousy. Especially when you seem to be getting along with a feline obsessed freak. This jealousy sometimes even extends to animals and objects too.

Like for example if you were to do a little excited dance when the food gets delivered, he'll be jealous of the food cause he wants you to get that excited when you see him too. Silly, so silly.

🌃🌙⚫🅰🅼🆈🅴🅾🅽🅶:

To be honest, this should be its own separate fic due to how many things that come up in my mind that I wish to discuss.

But anyhow, you have to be his colleague, work in a similar background as him, be an enemy, be close to kayden or be connected to his past in the experimention lab.

Otherwise I can't really see how both of you would come into contact with each other.

Anyway, since that's done, let's get to established relationship.

He's very considerate of you and cares about you a lot, though he never says it. You'd have to piece things together and read his actions to understand this aspect of him.

For example, if you tell him that you like something in passing, it'll magically appear in your living space. It won't happen immediately, at least 1-2 weeks later.

This odd delay happens due to two primary reasons,

1) {in the case of the item being a little rare} resources are hard to find when you're constantly on the go,

2) he kind of wants you to forget that you ever mentioned liking it to him and wants to pretend he just got it for you and it coincidentally happened to align with your likes. (He's shy and doesn't want to risk you mentioning it, which would cause him to fluster and talking gibberish in front of you is something he would like to avoid.)

(Little does he know you have the memory capacity of a spoon.)

This delay adjusts according to what type of item he is getting you. For example, food arrives faster, say you tell him 'I like cherries', it'll appear in 3-4 days. But if you say 'I'm hungry', you can rest assured expect food in the next 30-60 minutes.

He's very stiff and doesn't know how to communicate his feelings. And isn't really all that comfortable sharing them, so you shouldn't prob him too much or he'll raise his walls higher.

After a certain amount of time, a bit of builded up trust and some light probbing from you once in a while, he'll come to you on his own and tell you all that's troubling him. As by now, he has learned that you're clearly leagues better at emotions than him.

It's not that he necessarily wants you to solve everything for him, he just needs to talk it out with you, he has discovered that doing so makes the matter seem simpler to him. Especially when you so remark, 'that's just 2 things! '

After a bit of time, he would partially learn how to deal with it himself too, as he learned from watching you.

Although somethings he wouldn't tell you are when there's a possibility that you might sacrifice yourself or get harmed by participating.

His love language is mostly gift giving and quality time.

Not that he minds physical contact, he's just not used to it.

He falls last but when he falls, he falls deep.

When in a dire situation, if you happen to be suffering from hunger with no other safe food resources around, he might just cut up his own flesh and feed it to you.

He would probably do it without telling you as he knows your morals won't stand it. And he quite frankly doesn't care when in that desperate of a situation. He needs you alive, not dead. He also doesn't see the harm in it as his flesh gets regenerated anyway. He would feel remorse later, although not for deceiving you into committing literal cannibalism, but for lying to you.

Dates with him mostly consist of stargazing, cuddling in bed and domestic stuff. Your man is a borderline criminal, he probably won't be allowed in most restaurants. But you could dress him up in normal clothes and give it a try still. Be prepared to have your boyfriend be stared at like shark bait though.

He's fiercely loyal to you and is ready to just about give his life up for you. He might not be great with emotions but when you confide in him, he tries his utter best to come up with a solution.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚑𝚊 𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

#eleceed #eleceed x reader #seongha x reader #park seongha #seongha #amyeong x reader #louie x reader #dark x reader #eleceed amyeong #eleceed louie #eleceed dark #eleceed amyeong x reader #eleceed louie x reader #eleceed dark x reader #eleceed seongha x reader #eleceed seongha park x reader #requested #dating hcs

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millenari · 4 months

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For the 50 random character ask:

Tantomile. 32, 34 (scared) and 46! (Or just one of them)

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Tantomile is a pretty serious person overall, so it would take quite a bit to get a smile out of her! Happiness/joy would be more likely to get her to smile than humor-- her sense of humor is extremely dry, and lots of jokes/punchlines don't take either her or Cori by surprise bc they can generally tell where a person's thoughts are going before they speak them out loud. Something genuinely unexpected (and perhaps a little unfortunate), like a cat tripping and falling during a super serious moment, would be most likely to get a chuckle out of her.

Also she's most likely to be amused by something she herself has said/done, and can get pretty amused without betraying it on her face, so sometimes she'll say/do things with a completely serious :| demeanor but on the inside she's having an absolute chuckle and no one is aware of it.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

For similar reasons mentioned above, Tantomile isn't a cat often frightened, and because she invests a lot of faith into her skills and abilities as a magical cat, the fact that something managed to catch her off guard & frighten her would in of itself make her angry. She absolutely is the type to lash out or clam up when distressed.

46. The person they most admire

Hmmmmmm. I would say the twins live a very different existence/reality than the other cats, due to their psychic abilities and the fact that they seem to at least partially live in each other's heads. For both of them it can be kind of weird to compare themselves to other cats in the way that admiration kind of requires. 'I want to be like you' is a strange sentiment to express when you don't even truly understand what that other person's existence is like. That being said, she has a lot of respect for Munkustrap and everything he puts into leading and taking care of the tribe-- but the closest I would say to admiration would be Deuteronomy, but even that I would label more as 'awe'. He is so much older than any other cat she's known, and has so much lived experience, that he is an enigma to the twins even though they can read his mind.

Additionally, it can be a little difficult for Tantomile to regard those around her with compassion. She's not even remotely mean or cruel, but being psychic means she sees a lot of what those around her think and feel-- she sees everyone's worst right along with their best, and left with the undesirable choice to meet people at either where their absolute best deserves or their absolute worst deserves, she instead chooses to meet everyone as neutrally as possible. It baffles her that Deuteronomy has lived as long as he has, and seen as much as he's seen, and still meets everyone with complete and total compassion. It's just beyond her.

#ik i said I'd do Tugger's next but I got distracted while writing his-- I'll finish his and the other ask I got in a bit ✨✨#thank you for the ask! :DD #tantomile

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randomoranges · 1 year

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i have not written anything in 45 yrs

i got this silly idea the other day

sometimes u just gotta write a silly

Notifications April 2023

Edward settles in bed with a book he’s been looking forward to read, when he hears his phone go off somewhere around the living room. He must have forgotten to turn off the volume and the WIFI after watching a video on it, but he can’t really be bothered to get up to shut it. If anything, his phone will discharge and that’s a problem for Future Edward.

He makes himself comfortable, happy for the blissful quiet of his house, when he hears his phone ping again. Clearly, it’s a coincidence, and he does his best to ignore it to concentrate on the gripping tale in his hands, however, the blasted device screams from the other room and Edward cannot ignore it anymore.

Maybe, he thinks, as he gets out of his comfortable bed with a huff, slipping his feet inside his slippers, it’s an emergency and at this point it better be. Whoever this person is has successfully interrupted his down time and he will not stand for this. (Granted, he should have turned his device off as he normally does, but that’s a detail.)

By the time Edward finds his phone – nestled between the couch pillows – practically hidden, there must have been half a dozen other pings and dings that had reverberated throughout his living room and when Edward finally unlocks the damned thing, it’s to find that someone’s liked a myriad of photos of him on Facebook. (Which reminds him, he needs to ask Calvin to stop a) taking candid shots of him and b) posting them on social and c) tagging him in them.)

Edward nearly and almost chucks his phone across the room.

To think he’d been bothered by that.

And here he thought there’d been an emergency.

This will teach him.

He puts the volume off and is about to shut the thing completely, but then another notification comes in and his curiosity gets the best of him.

Who the ever loving fuck is stalking his photos and why?

He’s only partially surprised when he sees that all nineteen notifications have come from the same person; Étienne M. Maisonneuve.

Annoyed, but mildly so, and now more intrigued, he fires off a quick text message as he walks back to his room.

Message to Curly:

You know if you wanted my attention, you could have just called instead of sending your weird SOS

He picks up his book, intent, really, to read it, but he finds himself picking up his phone again to see if Étienne will answer him or if he’s done with his little social experimentation.

Message from: Curly

Édouard!!!! Hi :D

Judging by the message, Étienne is not in distress but he might be up to no good. It is Friday night after all and that could mean a multitude of things.

Message to Curly:

Hello yourself. I thought you were out tonight?

Maybe it’s tomorrow night, but he’s pretty convinced Étienne had mentioned he was going out Friday night, last time they had spoken.

Message from: Curly

I an ouyt and about!

**out

***am

Edward grins at the corrections.

Message to Curly:

How drunk are you lol?

Message from: Curly

Might be a biiiiiittttttttttttt gone ahahahaha. Maye habe had a drinkly b4 going out with the gays.

*guys

**well theyre also gay HAHAHA.

He kind of hates how he does actually crack a smile at the joke, but he schools his face in a neutral expression, even though he is aware that Étienne cannot see him.

Message to Curly:

Then why are you going through old photos of me and liking them? Is the party that boring?

Message from: Curly

Noooooo. Parties realy good.

*Party’s

**?? Idk what speilling is anywmore

Im having a smoke outside.

Message to Curly:

And you decided to look up photos of me? Instead of socialising with everyone else?

He doesn’t mean it as a reprimand. He just knows how Étienne works and how he’ll start a conversation with anyone within a foot of him.

Message from: Curly

Éfodouard!

**Édouard!

See. I Loïc and Daniel wanted to see photographic proof of you ecisting.. So I found a photo of you on FB bcs I emptied my phone like yesterday so it’s void of you now ;( which I knoe is a travesty. But. So I went on FB and then showed them ur profile pic. And then I went out for a smoke and there was literally no one outside. So I returned to FB and started looking and then I found like a million of photos that I had never seen??????? So I had to like them. To show be supportive.

Message to Curly:

Uh-huh.

It’s not that Edward doesn’t believe him; he just finds the tale a little amusing. That and how completely gone Étienne’s sentence structure seems to be.

Message from: Curly

Shhhhh. Ure like fcking hot okay???? Im not allowed to look at photos of my hot bf??????

He forgets how much blunter Étienne becomes when he’s had a few drinks and who knows what else and so, the message takes him by surprise. He feels his face heat up and puts his phone down for a moment to compose himself.

Message to Curly:

You can look all you want but those are old.

They are. Some are from before they got together. Then again, it’s not like he can stop him from it anyways.

Message from: Curly

I don’t care. I hadnt seen them b4. Plus I totally still look at older pics of u n me from way back. We were total killers anywahs hahah.. But u look happy in these. N cute. N lovelyyyy. Did calvin take them???? Msurprised u don’t look ready to murder him ahahahahahahha.

But tell him thank u for the photos hahahahahaah

If he took them lol

Or just thank u to the person who took the photos

Also I havent seen u in like 45 yrs so I have to look at pics to not forget what u look like :(

He would have looked ready to murder Calvin if he would have been aware that Calvin was taking any of these. Yet, it seems as though Calvin has the uncanny knack of snapping a photo when he isn’t looking. And – they aren’t bad photos, really. However, he will need to have a chat with Calvin about this, or at the very least keep a better eye on what he gets tagged in. (In Calvin’s defence, the photos are all very tame; one of him out gardening from last summer, another from a recent walk when he’d stopped to look at a window display and such.)

Message to Curly:

Your life truly is tragic.

Message from: Curly

It is the tragicest. Édouaaaaard. When will I see u again????? :( :( :(

Message to Curly:

Soon, hopefully. I miss you too <3

Message from: Curly

Ok. Smoke finished and its cold outside. I will let u go back to ur old man routine <3

Message to Curly:

Who says I’m not out having fun as well??

He’s almost insulted that Étienne would assume that he’s not out and about, but then again, it’s not as if Étienne is wrong either. Plus, he can imagine Étienne’s stupid little pleased smile and he’s a sucker for it something fierce. Another good thing that they’re not currently occupying the same space, otherwise, Étienne would have seen through him. Then again, maybe not, if only for the fact that Étienne isn’t really sober at the moment. He could use that to his advantage.

Message from: Curly

Pls. I know u. u have something tmrw nite. U like having one night of Calm TM.

Message to Curly:

Maybe I’ve changed. New year new me and all.

Message from: Curly

Hahahahahahahaha. Ure so funny Édouard. Hot and funny ;)

Edward huffs. It’s not fair that even in his inebriated state, Étienne still manages to get the upper hand on him. He’ll have to concoct some revenge plan for a later date.

Message to Curly:

You just like tormenting me.

Message from: Curly

I do. It’s super fun. Ure super fun.

Oh!

I know!

We should go out next time ure here!

Like before – but better!

Its not the same as before but its still fun. We can have fun!!!!

Go out!!!!!

Plus like last time and the one before or wtv was fcking lame bcs curfew and shit. Or just panini stuff.

Theres a few cool places ud like.

Message to Curly:

I’ll leave the planning to you then.

They don’t need to go out. He likes just spending time with Étienne, even if all they do is hangout in his backyard. But – he knows Étienne likes showing him the sights and taking him out and he doesn’t mind.

He thinks about it for a moment – they really haven’t been out to a club since the fallout and the getting back together. He wonders what it would be like. For starters, the scene has changed tremendously. Then, there’s the fact that they’ve both changed over the past few decades – for the better, thankfully. He knows it’ll be different than it had been before, but he also knows (and hopes) that it’ll be fun. If anything, Étienne had always been good at that.

Message from: Curly

Ok. Ok im going back in now

Yesssss.. Enjoy ur wtv. Ill call u next. I love you <3 xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Message to Curly:

Looking forward to it. Be safe. Love you too. <3 xx

He waits a moment longer, almost certain Étienne isn’t quite done, and he laughs loudly, when there’s one more notification that pops up on his phone. He shuts if off afterwards and finally picks up his book for good.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #projocanondoko #fic

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a-lost-crow · 2 years

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Am feeling self indulgent rn so I’m making a post about the Individual!Jesses

June 24 update: I have no idea when this was made but I continued it and I just want this out of my drafts. Also I like the Jesses a lot.

Putting this image here for reference

September is partially deaf after the formidi bomb incident

March is deaf from birth so she teaches September how to use sign language

The name they chose for Aiden is blaze rod symbol (using two pointers and make it an X letter) and a thumbs down

June, July, and August are dyslexic

June and July don’t prefer reading so they make do with whatever they have

I’m saying mostly on August since the two felt more comfortable letting August read for them

They rely on August, mostly, and the other Jesses to read for them

August can read a couple of words but mostly the shorter and simpler ones

He prefers to type out words rather than to write it with his hand

April has a weak arm in her left from the Formidi bomb she has taken arm therapy to strengthen it

Lukas dislocated his after being pushed off from Sky City so both him and April take arm therapy

It’s kind of awkward considering April is dating Aiden

“You having no hygiene makes me thankful that the water bill’s price isn’t high.” - April @ Aiden

October is blind

Not fully blind as in you can’t see nothing, but where certain parts of your eyes are blurry

June an May are in the autism spectrum

They send each other autism memes along with that autism creature

January, February, and April made an inside joke of “We don’t talk about bruno” but it’s Ivor

They made this and sent it to the individual jesses Group Chat (THEY HAVE A GC 😭)

August wonders why he’s there

January, February, and April thought it was funny

May made an (old) Order of the Stone group chat (excluding magnus/ellegaard depending who died) and sent the image to them and left

No one knows how to respond

Except for Ivor he saved it and cackled

Ivor brings that image up every time the old Order of the stone mentions the past or had a backhanded comment about Ivor

Ivor thought August made it and complimented him for it

August liked being complimented so he took the credit

In the Jesses group chat, there would be constant memes and crush talks

Sometimes if one of the Jesses have the same crushes they would respect it and just perform a bigger bond on their crush

July, September, and October are around the Aromantic and/or Asexual spectrum

The closest to a crush for them is deep admiration

But not to where they want to date them romantically

April is the first person to pull a date, AKA Aiden, because her personality is more suave than the other Jesses

January is the last to pull (not counting the aroaces) but he never pulls

January never will

The Jesses are proud Petra and Lukas enthusiasts

Also this AU can be connected with the Choose Story AU

It’s just that I use May Jesse a lot more than the other ones but it still applies to them

February, March, and July are amputees

March is from birth while February and July got it form the wither explosion

Also July’s shirt thingie, I’d like to think he’s wearing a blue shirt with a transparent long sleeves. No one knows how that works or will look like but it will work somewhat

August and June love acting

When Romeo disguises himself as August or June, people just assumed they want to roleplay as an evil character

Until it became legit LMAOOO

May, November, and December can draw

December is confident in showing his artwork

While May is shy. Sometimes he’ll show it but either shitpost doodles or the ones he already finished that isn’t embarrassing

November is confident also and she displays them in her room when given a chance

September likes taking care of flowers and her own garden. She gives them to people daily

Those are the headcanons I have for now. Like I said, this was in my drafts for months so it’s better if I post it now and keep out the clutter. If any of y’all want to ask some things about them ahahaha ask box is open :D

#Individual!Jesses #Oh dear I have to write all of their names #January!Jesse #February!Jesse #March!Jesse #April!Jesse #May!Jesse #june!Jesse #July!Jesse #August!Jesse #September!Jesse #October!Jesse #November!Jesse #December!Jesse #That's a lot of Jesses #Yeah I put a lot of disability headcanons to the Jesses

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so-much-longing · 4 months

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I don't wanna do this often, but I'm having a shitty night/morning (12:08am rn) and I just. need to

I wish people would just FUCKING TELL ME WHEN THEY HATE ME. OR EVEN JUST DISLIKE ME. I'M SO SICK OF THE FAKE ASS SMILES BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT??

I CAN'T FUCKING TELL!!!

HERE I AM THINKING "what a nice- if mildly awkward- conversation! I think I could be friends with this person!" MEANWHILE THEY'RE THINKING "shut up shut up shut up shut up"

I need friends, okay? I can lose one or two; that's fine, and I don't want people to be in a relationship they don't enjoy, but I need SOMEONE. I can't survive sitting through classes with nobody to talk to or joke with, I start going crazy! I need people!!

And it's so STUPID that I'm thinking about it now because it happened an entire fucking year ago, but it still fucking hurts!! What's up with that?! Why is my bullshit brain still making the sad slime?!??! Sure, ◇ left me out repeatedly. SURE, she talked shit about me. SURE, THE VIDEO FOR OUR PARTIAL GRADUATION WAS MEANT TO INCLUDE THE WHOLE CLASS AND SURE I WASN'T IN IT.

I shouldn't still care, but it really hurts because I liked all of the people in my class. We were never quite friends, but I respected and valued them and they just- don't give a shit about me.

It's really scary, sometimes, to wonder how many people don't give a shit. As far as friends go, I only have THREE CONFIRMED PEOPLE who I know give a shit without a doubt and I don't even see two of them most of the time! I would destroy myself for these people. I'd do almost anything they fucking asked, even if it hurt me, and the thought scares me, but the thought of being alone is worse.

I'm already losing my goddamn mum. I can't lose them, too.

I can't.

Because I honestly think it'd destroy me from the inside out.

And I'm so sorry for posting this because I know one of those three people will probably read it and the idea of my dumb rambles being the reason he feels pressured to still be my friend makes me nauseous. Everybody should have a damn say in staying friends; especially her! She's dealing with enough friend shit as it is!

I just- I wish my old class would tell me what I did to have them dislike me like that. I'd fix it in a heartbeat; I know I would.

#vent post #tw vent #vent #omg whisk real??? (personal posts)

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odetolove · 11 months

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L ink stared at Zelda for a moment, breath caught in his throat at her sweet voice. And partially because of cringing embarrassment he felt since he had fumbled in front of her by reverting to calling her ‘Your Highness.’ Although that love sick puppy in him keened that even if she was a mere commoner, he would still view her as Her Highness, his princess. She was so friendly and kind and smart, way out of his league in many ways than one. But yet, he felt this indescribable pull towards her, as if deep within himself he knew he fit right next to her perfectly.

Although he’d never admit that aloud in fear of being foolishly wrong.

Taking a deep breath he sheathed the master sword into its scabbard on his back and stepped forward, eyes tracing Zelda’s relaxed grin and letting his own lips tug up into a small smile.

‘Whatever befits you, My Highness,’ Link playfully stated, giving Zelda a mock bow to try and loosen himself up.

Formality and causality sometimes got muddled up with Link, his brain confused on his memories of being a stoic and speechless knight to now travelling, conversing, joking with said princess so freely and without restraint.

Link straightened up and strolled over to stand beside Zelda, peering down at her. Her face glowed but he would be an idiot to not notice the bags under her eyes. It greatly troubled him, concerned him on her well-being. But he didn’t want to distress her or pressure her into telling him anything she wasn’t comfortable with. ‘I slept well, how about yourself? I hardly heard you get up this morning.’

Despite the tiredness resting heavily under her eyes, Zelda still looked beautiful. Living life in the wild looked good on her. Although, anything would look divine on her. Bleakly Link realised he was in disarray, boots unlaced, one pant leg pushed up to his knee from his nights sleep, wearing his undershirt still, and hair loose and unbrushed. Part of him wanted to race back to don his champions tunic, tame his hair and look semi presentable but ultimately, the part of him that wanted to stay beside Zelda won.

‘Would you like some breakfast? I can cook something up for you before we set off this morning to our next destination,’ pausing, he cast a glance around the stables, taking in the serenity. ‘Did you still want to travel today? We can always rest another day.’

(REMI!!!! I READ YOUR PART AND SCREAMED. I LOVE ITTTEJSKWKWOQ. I AM SO EXCITED WITH WHATS TO COME AND KSLSKAMAKDWM.

Sorry for the late ish reply, I had a hellish day at work yesterday then came home to make dinner for a sick friend and delivered it and didn’t get to stop and eat my own dinner until like 9:30 😭 but I read your writing and it made me feel so good!!!! It kept me going and I got so giddy reading it and kept thinking about it!!!!!!!!! I just unfortunately didn’t have the energy to write that day though. My brain was mush lmaooooo.

Hope you are well though!!!)

zelda brought a hand up to her mouth to hide the giggle that slipped out of her mouth when he bowed dramatically, rolling her eyes while a smile so big it almost hurt- was worn proudly on her lips. watching while he made his way to her, something inside her chest panged at the thought that before everything had happened, he wouldn’t have dared to approach her so casually.

but here, surrounded by the wilds and people who never knew formalities and titles like they did, the weight of all of that was lessened. it made her feel warm inside, that even after all the tragedy, she still had him- that she could roam freely and help rebuild the kingdom, that she could inquire and learn more about everything without the weight of the world on her shoulders.

at the sound of him speaking, she let her thoughts come to an end, smiling sheepishly when he asked if she slept well- a hand coming up to run down the golden strands of hair, a habit she had when trying to lie.

“ah, i slept… well! and, i tried not to wake you, your sleep is important.” she smile, scooting over on the flattened log of wood, making space for him if he wanted to sit.

by the looks of how much in disarray he was, she knew he slept hard- she could only imagine the weight he had to bare, and what type of toll it took on his body. she convinced herself she was doing the right thing in letting him sleep, even if it was at the cost of her being lonely for a couple hours into the late night.

at the mention of food, her stomach let out an embarrassing rumble- already excited at the prospect of his culinary skills. she didn’t know if it was because he was making her food, but the meals they shared together were extra tasty.

“breakfast would be nice, please.”

she thought a little about what she wanted to do, scrunching up her nose while she thought-

“you’ll think i’m lazy if i say rest another day- what do you want to do link?” zelda asked, turning to face him and wanting more than anything to soothe the mess of hair he currently donned.

“i just think it’s lovely here- i wanted to see if there was enough land to start a garden.” she finally confessed, looking over to where she thought a piece of land would look just dazzling with an array of wild flowers.

#AHHHHHHHH #PLS YOU NEVER HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING TIME RESPONDING!! ILL WAIT EONS FOR YOUR ASKS… ILL HOLD THEM VERY PRECIOUSLY I KEEP SCRWAMINGGG #OVER THUSSSSSNRBBEHE WAHHHH #im glad you like my responses ;; im trying to do her justice i just have SOOOO many thoughts about them they make me go CRAZYYHDNFB #together again.love #favorite.love #i hope you’re resting!!! i hate busy days lol. and i’m doing welll!!!!! i hope you are too despite all the hectic-ness lol

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