#I only maybe maybe maybe would use the word simp to describe how I feel MAYBE only this guy tho

[shinene]

Finished!!!!!! 😌 once again this is beloved Fool who belongs to @venomous-qwille

YOU🫵 go read Ghost In The Machine, is good 😊 👍

#fool eclipse #gitm au #fnaf dca #cielo draws things #HELLO I FORGOT TO POST IT HERE XD #then I wanted to think of caption to write but gave up #anyways I am in Love with a Guy #a welsh robot jester #I love when he talks and I'm glad he talks aplentyyyy #kiss kiss smooch #best boy #I never use the word simp annnnnd I still won't #I cherish him #I only maybe maybe maybe would use the word simp to describe how I feel MAYBE only this guy tho

[jophiel-extras]

Hello! Azi simp here, requesting NSFW alphabet for him. I’ve done one of my own but I love seeing other people’s takes.

summary :: Aziraphale nsfw alphabet

warning :: nsfw

note :: waking up to Good Omens requests are so sweet

A = Aftercare

Aziraphale takes aftercare very seriously. He does the whole lot, cleaning the sheets, running the shower for you, making a hot cup of tea and then gently laying you down with him for a nap. Most times, he’ll read to you whilst you’re loosely cuddled up to him, soothing you to sleep.

B = Body part

Aziraphale finds his eyes to be most useful. Best part of you is everything and without his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see you. He doesn’t favour any particular body parts on you, though he does enjoy plumper areas like thighs, tummy or boobs.

C = Cum

Inside is where Aziraphale finds the most pleasure. Pulling out and cumming on you so too “pornographic,” for him. To release himself inside of you is too beautiful to miss out on anyway.

D = Dirty secret

Aziraphale loves to be flustered. Of course, if you do something he deems inappropriate, Aziraphale will blush and quietly reprimand you. Deep down though, he loves it. Loves the thrill of hearing you whisper the dirtiest things in his ear, or to feel you slide your hand up his thigh whilst dining out. The moments when you’re outwardly sexual to him, in very non-sexual situation, is absolutely addictive.

E = Experience

Very little if at all, Aziraphale would have some interesting ideology when it comes to angels and sex that would’ve stunted his sexual encounters greatly.

F = Favorite position

Missionary! So close, so loving. It’s perfect. Though, he’s certainly interested in The Amazon position. Generally, he just likes you on top.

G = Goofy

Not quite. Sex is serious for Aziraphale. The only time things might get a little silly is when he’s nervous and blurts things out.

H = Hair

Very well groomed! And the carpets do match the drapes.

I = Intimacy

Incredibly slow and intimate. Aziraphale makes love when he has sex, to him there’s no other way to do it.

J = Jack off

Shamefully, he does. Not often, maybe once a week if he’s particularly horny. The post-nut clarity on Aziraphale is horrible, always embarrassed for touching himself and even more so for thinking about you whilst doing it.

K = Kink

As established Aziraphale enjoys dirty talk, he might not return the words but hearing them gets him dripping with precum. He also doesn’t mind soaking, just laying with you, deep inside as you spoon no thrusting or movements. He’s also just a big fan of having a dominant partner.

L = Location

His bedroom inside the bookshop. Sex will basically never happen anywhere else.

M = Motivation

Sex doesn’t usually cross Aziraphale’s mind unless you put the idea in his head. It’s your flirting, naughty touches and words that’ll get him hard.

N = No

We all know Aziraphale is quite vanilla, so nothing too “kinky,”

O = Oral

Most will say Aziraphale loves to give oral, and he does, but boy does he love to receive. The sight of you licking and sucking at him is mind blowing. Words cannot describe how much he loves it. The mere idea of it gets his body hot.

P = Pace

Slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie

Not even on his radar. Quickies are just such a  foreign concept to him, who would want to rush sex? He thinks quick sex is bizarre.

R = Risk

He loves it when you take risks. Especially public ones.

S = Stamina

Usually one round is all, but it’s long and both of you are very satisfied afterwards.

T = Toys

Not at all. Aziraphale becomes nervous at the mention of sex toys.

U = Unfair

Aziraphale isn’t one to tease, but loves to be teased himself.

V = Volume

He’s quite verbal. He doesn’t grunt or groan but he moans and whimpers. Softly, mainly, but Aziraphale has been known to be a little loud.

W = Wild card

Working up to penetrative sex was a process for Aziraphale. He couldn’t help but feel guilty after sexual acts and the fact that he enjoyed them. It started with feverish making out, which then lead to body part kisses, to a little grinding, gentle touching, slight undressing, oral and then finally sex. It took a while but it was worth it for Aziraphale’s comfort.

X = X-ray

Thicker than average and probably about six inches.

Y = Yearning

Doesn’t really have a sex drive, but he doesn’t get horny from time to time. It’s usually whenever you’re in the mood.

Z = Zzz

Sex doesn’t tire him, but it makes him soft. He likes to bask in the loving aftermath of sex before sleeping.

#good omens #aziraphale #good omens x reader #aziraphale good omens #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x you #aziraphale x y/n

[caterkinnie]

Hello, how are you? 💙

Can I request Vil doing reders makeup, but every time Vil's close enough the reader starts to scape a little laugh (She's nervous) and Vil finds this amusing and starts teasing her.

'Closeness'

❥ ⌗ characters: Vil Schoenheit.

❥ ⌗ tags: fluff. reader simping for vil again, vil flirting because, maybe hes ooc idk sorry

❥ ⌗ a/n: got a bit carried away...

Vil is… very annoying with your appearance. That's pretty much how you ended up in this situation.

You TRIED using makeup for a few days because you know— it seemed fun and almost all of your friends wear makeup, so why wouldn't you try it yourself?

The conflict begins with the fact that you're Vil's 'friend' (Is it alright to say that word? Would he use that word with you?) and he constantly nags you about 'taking care of yourself' gifting you skincare products; the makeup you were using was actually from him!

Your friends actually complimented you, Ace even said something remotely positive! (Which is a huge deal) so you really didn't understand why Vil made such a big deal about it?

Anyways, he went on a rant about every single thing you could do to improve— and you told him, if he really disliked it then he should do it himself, and Vil took it literally.

And now you are in his room, the Pomefiore housewarden and a world-wide celebrity being a few centimeters away from your face. Neither of you were speaking, you could only hear the birds chirping and an occasional student passing by. Class would start in 2 hours, but time was passing so slowly it felt like torture.

It was suffocating, why was your brain so caught up on his fingertips slightly rozing yours, or how his eyes were so focused on every single detail of your face, or just— his lips. It was hard to not stare at his lips, you hoped he wouldn't have noticed!

Your brain was going wild, was he getting so close to your face on purpose? You were starting to get genuinely nervous, what kind of expression were you making right now? Hopefully nothing weird—

Ah, he was so close, it was as if Vil was about to kiss y— wait, what are you thinking about?!

You couldn't help but slightly giggle at the thought.

'Hm? What is it that you find funny?' if you weren't directly looking at Vil, you might have thought he was mad at you. 'Are you nervous?'

'Nervous..? Why would I be?' that… came off more high pitched than you intended it to be, why were you nervous in the first place?

Vil looked at you deep in thought, as if he was seriously thinking of an appropriate answer.

Prideful, that was one way to describe him; he was feeling prideful at that moment. Not entirely sure why, he was used to others being shy around him. A part of him felt giddy? for the lack of a better term— Vil knew exactly where that feeling came from.

'Oh… I thought that maybe… being so close to me would perhaps make you uncomfortable. Am I wrong?' feeling like a hypocrite for teasing you as if he wasn't feeling like a child himself at the moment, enjoying being so close to you and wanting to get even closer—

'I… I don't think 'uncomfortable' is the right word'

'So you enjoy it?' again with that prideful look. He clearly was teasing you, and were you a fool for wanting to see how this whole situation was going to end?

'Enjoy what?'

He chuckled, 'closeness?' as he started to slowly close the gap between you and him—

And then, you felt a slight flick in your nose.

'Fuhuh, expected something else? I don't want to ruin your makeup just after finishing it~'

♡ Reblogs appreciated !!

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst #disney twst #twst headcanons #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit

[starfall-spirit]

Summary: After his rescue from King Benedict’s dungeons, The Villain finds himself forced to make a difficult declaration.

AN: The characters in this fic may not be familiar to all of my readers, as some of you haven't read Assistant to the Villain. Again, I highly recommend it. It was so much fun and I'm dying for book two. In the meantime, I humbly offer slightly unhinged Evie and pathetic simp Trystan.

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Chapter I: This Writhing Thing

Evie

I. Beg. You.

Heartless, stoic, cold, brutal, ruthless.

Countless words could be used to describe The Villain, each one as horrible as the last. They were whispered to children as warnings. 

Stray from your bed and The Villain will snatch you up.

How many times had her father said those very words to her and her sister in her childhood, threatening them with the dark of night and a faceless beast? Evie scoffed, refusing to think of the man she’d called a parent for twenty-three years. He was the heartless one in this story.

But The Villain—Trystan… She wrung her fingers, letting her worry finally show within the privacy of his office, her rising emotions making her more claustrophobic than any tight space could. That constant flutter in her stomach had grown as the months passed, morphing into a great writhing thing that curled around her heart, squeezing. 

An endless drumbeat. A reminder.

I. Beg. You.

Ruthless. “No,” she snarled to the darkness around her. That squeezing eased, if only a fraction, and she raised her chin once more. “If the world wants ruthless, I’ll be the one to grant that request.” 

Though the declaration was made to nothing more than the empty air and a sign-wielding frog, there was a shift all the same. A shift in power. For now.

~~~~~

The Villain

She had been exquisite.

Trystan’s pride was in shambles, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when the only thing he could picture was his sunshine assistant dressed in his colors, executing a flawless rescue mission. “I told you you can’t always be the one to do the saving around here.”

If he hadn’t been in so much pain, he would have laughed. But all he could feel in that moment was agony and awe. Tatianna had managed to eliminate the first, thankfully, but the latter was another matter altogether.

And now—well, now his brain refuses to process anything productive. For example, running his equally honorable and nefarious empire. Well, perhaps not equally.

There was a hesitant knock on his office door and he found his heart rate climbing. Sage—Evie wasn’t exactly prone to knocking, but she was one of the few employees who lingered beyond the closing bell these few days he’d been back. He supposed she didn’t have anything to rush back to, with her father held prisoner and her sister living here with her on the west side of the manor. The door opened just a few inches. “Mr. Maverine?”

Ah, not his little tornado, but her miniature. He clenched his jaw. Evie wasn’t his anything.

“Lyssa, what can I do for you?”

“I just thought—” She twisted the toe of her shoe in front of her awkwardly. “Never mind. I’m sure you're busy.” He raised a brow. He thought the girl had been accepting of his newly revealed identity as The Villain. But then, there was probably a reason she still addressed him so formally. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, or why he cared about a child’s opinion at all. “I just thought… My sister has been acting very strange the past few days. Maybe it had something to do with work. And you could, um, help her?”

He cleared his throat. “Lyssa, if your sister has a work concern, believe me, she’d make it known.” Unless it didn’t have a thing to do with office tension. He sighed, resting a stiff hand on her shoulder when her worry seemed to linger. “We have a meeting every morning. If there’s an issue, it will be solved.”

“Hey,” a familiar voice called from outside. “I’m going to track down my sister and head off. Was there anything you… Well then. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” Lyssa said, the picture of innocence. “Mr. Maverine was just saying he wanted to talk to you before we went home. Right?”

He frowned at the girl, seeing his assistant take a step closer in his periphery. “Sir?”

“Indeed,” he conceded. “If you don’t mind waiting outside, Lyssa.”

“Oh, Tati said she’d take me back to my room.” She batted her lashes, turning to her older sister. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be fine.”

Of course this started with that meddlesome healer. Her retribution, he supposed, for dragging her into his business with Clare. Things on that front were “progressing”, he supposed. Now, it appeared his oldest friend thought it was his turn. Turning to the window, he gave Kingsley a pointed look, and for once the creature granted them true privacy, tailing the ten-year-old to who knows where. 

He wasn’t concerned. She knew the lower levels where his torture was conducted were off limits, and the foyer was now clear of any evidence of decapitation—a small courtesy he could grant Evangelina. After all, he wasn’t a complete monster. Then again, the office rumor mill had brought word of a little incident involving a certain village blacksmith’s head. He let his lips twitch up at the thought. He always knew she had a little ruthlessness to her.

“Sir. You wanted a word?”

“Right. Yes.” Her fingers grazed the back of her chair before she sat. It was an effort to not think back to those same fingers brushing his face as she marked his lack of sleep or slipping into his own when they sat knee-to-knee. Again, he found himself clearing his throat—by the deadlands, stalling.

“Sage, it would appear some of those closest to you feel something is wrong at the moment.” She stiffened. “You’ve been as diligent as always, but not quite yourself.”

“Sir.” Her shoulders slumped. “I suppose I haven’t. But it’s nothing that I can’t put behind me.”

He hummed. “I haven’t quite been myself either. I’ve heard a brush with death makes you a little more keen to express your feelings. I didn’t believe it was true. Until now.”

“Going soft?” Her voice didn’t have its usual teasing lilt. In fact, she sounded downright nervous. “Sir, that night the king intercepted us. I think of it often.”

Trystan nodded, clasping his hands behind his back before they could curl and reveal his anger. “I could imagine an event like that would leave a scar.”

“No. I mean, yes, but… What I meant was, you were under no obligation to protect me and you tried even when…”

He could see the question in her eyes. A decade of hatred, seeing Benedict as nothing more than a beast, and Trystan had fallen to his knees before the man for someone he claimed was just an employee, her death a mere inconvenience to him. Now he had to explain himself. “I find now that you’ve become important to me, Evangelina.” 

She startled at the use of her full name. He could count the number of times he’d said it in the past six months on one hand. A few steps and he was around his desk, perching on the edge, just shy of crowding the chair she occupied.

Who was he kidding? Any employee who crossed the threshold of his office had coined it “Evie’s chair” and knew better than to seat themselves.

“Sir?”

“I find when you are near, my emotions are not as easy to control, nor any sort of severity.”

She smirked. “Sir, I think that’s a fairly common affliction when it comes to people as optimistic as me. Not grounds for increased protection.”

“Sage,” he almost growled. Her smirk fell. “Perhaps you’ll let me continue. This isn’t particularly easy for me to confess.” She nodded, a signal for him to continue. “I find myself pleased that you are comfortable enough to touch me. That you seem to enjoy my company and want to know me, as you put it before. I knew when I hired you that you would be an exceptional addition to my empire. I did not realize I would develop feelings beyond a general appreciation.”

Her brows flicked upward. “You’re beginning to see where I’m going with this. Good.”

“I wouldn’t want to make assumptions, sir.” 

Her words were hardly more than a whisper, but he heard something vital in them. Hope. He could only pray that meant what he thought it meant. “It isn’t exactly professional for one to have feelings for a coworker, let alone those in our positions. But then, I can’t say I’m terribly concerned with textbook professionalism in this line of work. Also, I’m exempt from any and all rules when I choose to be.”

She laughed at that, likely wondering if she could get away with calling him audacious.

As if she wasn’t well aware she could quite literally get away with murder, in his eyes.

For the third, perhaps fourth time he cleared his throat. He never realized he had a nervous tic before he met this woman. “That said, I would not wish to pursue you if you were uninterested.”

She laughed again, high and sudden. “Sorry, it’s just… Kissing you was certainly no hardship. Nor was anything else, for that matter.” She bit her lip. “Even so, people will talk.”

“Ignore them.”

“You don’t.” His jaw clenched. “We both know there was a little more than impertinence to whatever Joshua Lightenson said. I’m not so naive that my imagination is lacking. And you threw him out a window.”

The crass accusation made against Evie wasn’t one he’d easily forget, and he felt no remorse for his response. He hadn’t been truly in love with her then. Imagining the reaction he’d have to a rumor like that now… The woman before him, so full of sunshine, thought she had seen the darkest parts of him. But if she saw the reality, she would come to truly fear him at last, he was certain.

How easily would she shy from him if she heard how Trystan truly felt about her father’s deceit? The pain he wanted to inflict when he heard she’d been sold off Warsen like an animal brought to market. He couldn’t bear to consider it.

“If there comes a day when you wish to punish those who have slighted you, I’d be the last person to stand in your way. Until you’re ready to take that action, love, I’ll wield the blade in your stead.” He thought back to her infiltration of Benedict’s fortress a few days prior, letting his lips curl. She’d never looked more beautiful. “Perhaps we aren’t too far off.”

She flushed slightly, due to the endearment he used for a second time now or his mention of her budding ruthlessness, he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, he found himself leaning closer, his right hand reaching to stroke his thumb across her heated cheekbone. There was a slight quiver to her next breath, cementing the rocky ground he stood on. Would he spook her if he leaned down?

The things he’d give for just one more taste of this woman, to have that soft vanilla linger on his tongue once again.

She stood, shifting forward. “Sir—”

“Trystan,” he murmured.

“Trystan.” Head tipped back to meet his eyes, lips slightly parted, her invitation was clear. Call him what you will, he had no intention of wasting it. For a moment there was nothing but the warm softness of her lips, seconds later the darting of her tongue gave him the courage to bring his arms around her, her own tentatively winding to the back of his neck, the fingers of one hand playing at his nape. 

Groaning, he broke the kiss, leaning down further to press a kiss to the pale skin of her throat, earning one of those soft little sounds he’d been blessed with at his father’s soirée. “You’ll be the death of me,” he panted. “I know it.”

She gave a sweet little giggle that lit up something inside of him. “Is this a good time to mention that dream you overheard me mentioning was truly filthy, and didn’t have a thing to do with mud or blood?”

He chuckled. “Little tornado, I’ve known that since the moment you said it. If there’s one thing you can’t do, it’s tell a convincing lie.” She squeaked as he spun them around, lifting her to sit on the edge of his desk before claiming her mouth once again. It was a perfect moment and it felt like nothing could touch them.

Until the seventh hour bell chimed. Once again, a precious moment interrupted by an ill-timed sound. Evie was the one to pull away, her withdrawal hesitant. “My sister. I might not have a two hour walk home anymore, but I still need to see to her care.”

“Of course. And I’m sure I’ve given you much to consider. Let me walk you back?”

She nodded, flitting back to her desk to gather what she’d left there originally. He only offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

~~~~~

AttV Taglist: @shallyne // @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship I thought you might be interested too. Feel free to tell me if you're not.

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[thelunarfairy]

Ohh loooook, it's me, again-

Bruh now I'm here to talk about another one of my favourite tbhk character, TSUKASA-

I have quite a questionable type, and tsukasa just so happens to fit in that so here I am, simping for him-

But omg your theories and analysis on him and his behavior? That really intrigues me and makes so much sense! I actually never thought about his behavior towards amane to be that way.

You know, out of curiosity I've been searching things like "can one child out of twins be a psychopath", considering how tsukasa's behavior has been described for so long typically. And at least even how I have childishly perceived his character. Didn't make sense to me because if I think this biologically, how can tsukasa's brain develop differently while amane acts sane with emotions in check? Is tsukasa even a psychopath? So after reading your analysis it hits me that ah yes, the boy is just a full blown sociopath who needs Amane's apology, an explanation, and his understanding. Because as you said, he doesn't show the emotions on his face, but you can sometimes determine his feelings through his words.

But also you know how children act the way they act because of their surroundings right? So how why did tsukasa act that way as a child? His little actions, such as crushing the bones of frogs, or just killing them. These little teensy acts of violence, I wonder where he learnt that from. Or maybe it's just me being too much-

He's such an intriguing character because we just don't know what's going on in his mind. You never know. You don't know why, he's doing what he's doing. Why he's acting in such a way, it's all a mystery. And I'm just waiting for when everything gets revealed and tsukasa finally finds peace that he deserves. The boy has suffered a LOT. And if I were in his place? I'd be petty as HELL. I would be angry and all over the place. Because yeah imagine sacrificing your life for your sibling, only to find out he not only killed himself, but also you, who gave their own life just for another. Now that's a tragedy.

Look, Tsukasa leaving people intrigued again haha is a gift he has. Look, if we're going to talk about Tsukasa we have to talk about both of them, let's include Amane.

The twins have had psychological problems since childhood, and we can say this is because of their suicidal tendency. Tsukasa was the first to give up on his own life, Amane gave up later, but gave up.

Consider the situation, if the person you love is going to die and to save them you need to make a sacrifice, what do you think people would do? Generally, they would try to look for another way, or even sacrifice someone from outside, who has nothing to do with it (let's not be hypocrites and let's understand that there are people who would do this, NEVER ALL of them, but there always are)

What would you do? Would you sacrifice yourself or try to find another way to convince God to save that person?

Tsukasa didn't think twice. But, let's overlook it a little due to his young age. And this is another factor, a four-year-old child who decided to die, do you see how impactful this is? Children at this age shouldn't worry about anything, he should just understand that his older brother is sick, but the whole time Tsukasa is trying to please Amane because he knows he's about to die.

Tsukasa is a very intelligent boy, above average, he proves this to us all the time, but I still can't see him in the same way as most people.

Tsukasa has high suicidal tendencies and signs of depression. One of the most important signs that is undervalued by people is shown by him all the time, the warnings: Amane doesn't like me, Amane hates me, Amane will live better without me.

So, let's go to Amane, he follows the same reasoning.

Apparently Hanako has more psychological problems than Tsukasa. He, in his most youthful phase, appears to have severe depression, high suicidal rates, and the possibility of self-mutilation (nothing confirmed). Depression doesn't happen because you're sad, depression is a disabling pain, and when I say pain, I'm not referring to the body, but the mind.

Suicide is an act of desperation, he wants to get rid of pain. Amane has severe trauma, high rates of depression and suicidal tendencies, and in addition, like Tsukasa, he is unpredictable. The difference between them is that Tsukasa is spontaneous, he does a lot of things that make people scared, Amane doesn't do it directly like him, but he does it.

We found out that he was going to kill Aoi only after it was actually close to happening, he planned everything coldly and while it was happening, he pretended he didn't know anything, he pretended he was helping Nene and Akane find her ( because he felt obligated) and he even questioned her "How did you manage to escape number six?"

Tsukasa kills supernaturals in front of us, he tends to do cruel things at certain times, Hanako tends to do it behind our backs, you don't see or know his intentions.

Remember, the two are opposites. Didn't Tsukasa say that?

They both have a lot of psychological problems, if I'm going to delve deeper into this, I'll have to make a post hahaha but, you have to take one thing into consideration when we talk about the twins.

The supernatural creature under the house.

Tsukasa has lived with her since he was four years old, so he's used to seeing cruel things and thinking it's normal because he's seen it for a long time and there was no one there with him to tell him it was wrong.

Do you think this is a common conversation? He is talking to the creature. Is it normal to ask someone if they have eyes or hands? And even more so calmly and naturally.

Amane also knows this creature, less than Tsukasa, I suppose, but he also lived with it. The twins are not just two, they are three, the thing is embedded in their chest.

In the heart.

Tsukasa didn't kill animals as a child, he gave them to the creature, he clearly didn't know what he was doing, I imagine he found out later. He offered a rice ball to the creature to make another wish come true, and when nothing happened he assumed that he wanted an animal because the day before, his lizard had disappeared.

If he has learned to be cruel, it is probably because of the thing that is embedded in his heart, the creature in the house.

Amane is more responsible than him because Tsukasa saw things that he didn't, but that doesn't take away Amane's guilt. The story develops like this, hiding everything about Amane, about number 7, about Hanako, he hides it, but nothing guarantees that he isn't like Tsukasa, but he hates to admit it.

They are opposites and at the same time similar, to talk about one, we must talk about the other, that's how it works, or better yet, talk about all three. Never forget that thing, ever.

I still owe more posts about both of them hahaha, it will definitely be one of the big ones. I hope you liked it, thanks for the ask! ♡

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[badstargateimagines]

Heyo! I was just scrolling through your posts again and regarding a beach episode, I gotta know how you headcanon what they would wear in this episode! Ik Daniel ends up getting pretty ripped by the end of the series but in the beginning he’s kinda squishy (my mom used that word to describe him in regards to his general vibes in fights LOL) and I feel like he could look very smol and soft in a beach episode 🥺 or maybe I’m a simp lol

Hope your day off went well and no pressure to do this request! :)

- geekygumiho

Ahhh yes the beach episode post I remember it like it was made in a drunken haze at a frat house! But yes I usually refer to my blog as season 3.5 of Stargate so Daniel would still be in is squishy era kind of.

As we all know, beach episodes, historically speaking, are gratuitous, toe-curling, tooth-rotting fan service. My dream beach episode is kind of like that but like I gotta be realistic here: most of them would rather be on base. Here r the fits I think they’d be wearing for @geekygumiho

Jack: A middle aged man in the 90s? He’s wearing the Steven Page Special: cargo shorts, Birkenstocks with socks and an open Hawaiian shirt. He also is definitely sporting Oakley sunglasses and an Air Force ball cap. I think he’s mostly there because he was promised he could fish but is enjoying the vibes anyway. Very much chilling with a corona on the beach watching Sam everyone having fun

Teal’c: okayokayokay so this is tricky because he has a gaping hole in his torso with a little worm in it and as much as I want this to be fan service I can’t fully abandon canon and potentially have just random ass tourists see The Worm Pouch. Instead he will be wearing a tight-fitting black tank top, Star Wars swim trunks from Walmart, and a cowboy hat. He also wears Birkenstocks but with no socks because it was ✨the 90s✨ and we all know that the ugliest, sturdiest, and most comfortable piece of German footwear engineering took America by storm at that time.

Sam: I feel like Sam in probably a two-piece girly but spends most her time on the beach in a Stevie Nicks style cover-up. If Edge of 17 comes on the radio BACK UP because she needs twirling room. The beach is 100% where she lets loose and will not stop ogling Jack as subtlety as she can. She’s also learning how to surf from Janet and Janet was the one who convinced her to wear a bikini.

Daniel: this man did not want to go to the beach. He did not own beach clothes. He’s there because everyone was calling him a killjoy. He had to go to Target last minute to pick up his beach clothes. He wears the only pair of board shorts he could find in his size that just happen to have a Hawaiian shirt print on them and he also wears his floppy hat so he doesn’t get sunburned. Adding to that, whenever he’s on the beach he is re-applying sunblock and occasionally will keep his plaid shirt on but unbuttoned so his arms don’t get burned.

Janet: she’s the reason they all went and she is surfing or absolutely crushing her competition in beach volleyball. She’s also mad into sun protection but still wears a bikini. If she feels so inclined she’ll use a silk kimono as a cover up but mostly she’s there because she knows she’s the absolute hottest thing under the sun.

#bad stargate asks #bad stargate beach episode #Daniel doesn’t want to be there at all #he spends most his time reading while everyone tell him to lighten up #in my soul jonas is also there and is wearing board shorts and flip flops and a bright blue bucket hat w goldfish on it #he’s off making new friends

[cyberp-1-nk]

Hi there! So I have a few ideas, here's on for Oc-verse.

So Lucien gets dragged back By ocv Fang and Viper and just rants to The Shadows (Enids proxies) about how adorable and cute the humans from the Cp universe are. Everyone is sitting there like..."Wtf I sound so fucking weak." like Kellin is talking about how big of a pussy he seems and Lucien talks about human Anni and describes how small and "cute" she is and Varrick is like..oh? Ocv Anni obviously is not happy about being so "weak" in the other universe and she just scoffs and ignores Lucien. Demon Varrick though...he listens and gets curious. So he goes to Cp verse and finds Anni. She's in the woods and he kinda watches her until she spots him and just sees glowing eyes. In an attempt to run, she slips on a rock and hits her head on a tree root, and gets knocked out.

Waking up she sees this demon dude who is just staring at her, she is slightly concussed and very confused and he says who he is and she's like...."uhhhh....what?" but he just stares at her eyes, her freckles, how small she is, and even takes notice of her hands lmao. All in all its adorable and cute until Ocv Anni pops out of nowhere, pissed and annoyed and she tries to get Varrick to come back but he refuses and grasps onto human Anni. Ocv Anni, being pissed off, she just leaves and goes and finds someone else to intimidate and then flirt with lmao-

(tysm, this is a lot so no pressure and feel free to change or add anything!)

[ humans. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: Lucien beng a little shit is so funny. He doesn't care if he's getting hateful glares, bro just keep TALKING. Lawd. Also, this isn't proofread, so if it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry- I was just writing and was hyperfocused. Writing without thinking?

Word count: 3,781

Fang stood with her arms crossed, her eyes flashing with anger as Viper tried to defend himself. They were standing in a dimly lit alleyway, the only source of light coming from a flickering street lamp above them. Fang's long black hair whipped around in the wind as she glared at Viper— creatures of sorts crawled and scrambled amongst Nightmare's realm. The luminous sky above adorned not one— but three moons, all shining down on the three figures in the dark.

"Are you kidding me, Viper?" Fang spat, the little fox on her shoulder growling along with her, as if to emphasize her anger, "We were supposed to capture Lucien two hours ago! And now, because of your incompetence, we're going to be in so much trouble with Nightmare. What are we supposed to tell her?! That you got your feelings hurt, and fled to another realm?! I can't believe you decided to pull this stupid bullshit on the most unforgiving Goddess we've EVER worked for!"

Viper rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Well, maybe if you didn't reject me, this wouldn't have happened!" She retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Fang's eyes widened in disbelief. "This is not the time for this, Viper!" she shouted. "You're being unreasonable!"

Viper stepped closer to Fang, her face twisted in anger. "Unreasonable?" She growled. "You're the one who's always been so cold to me! Maybe if you had just given me a chance, we could have worked together better and caught our target on time. Maybe— I wouldn't have to resort to finding a Fang who would actually appreciate me!"

Fang shook her head in frustration, "This is not about us, Viper!" she yelled. "This is about our mission and our duty to Nightmare. You need to focus on the task at hand and stop bringing up irrelevant issues."

Viper took a step back, her anger deflating slightly. "I know," she mumbled. "I'm sorry. I just...I'm frustrated. I feel like I can't do anything right when it comes to you."

Fang softened slightly, her anger giving way to sympathy. "It's not about you, Viper," she said gently. "It's about our duty to Nightmare. We need to focus on that and get to our target before it's too late. Before we get a public execution— one slip up, and she's going to feel us to the rats."

Lucien was being dragged while tied up, his arms bound tightly behind his back as Fang stood before him, a look of determination on her face. She had finally caught him, after hours of chasing and battling him, and now she had him right where she wanted him. But Lucien was not deterred. Even in this precarious situation, he couldn't help but flirt with Fang. "You know, you're even more beautiful up close, and that other version of you? So adorable. " he said, his voice low and seductive.

Fang rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way Viper audibly growled at this man— she had absolutely no time for their antics right now. "Save it, Lucien," she said sternly. "You're going to pay for what you've done."

Lucien smirked. He marveled at Fang's determination and the way her darkened eyes seemed to flicker like an unsettling fire. The radiant strength that seeped off her body was contagious, and being next to her, Lucien felt like he could stand up to anything that was in his way, "Oh, I'm sure I will," he said, his eyes roaming over Fang's body. "But maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement? I'm sure we could both benefit from a little...negotiation—" 

"I will slaughter you, and feed you to my hyenas if you continue to flirt with her." Viper let out an unsettling growl emerge from her throat, her eyes glistening a mischievous glint as she reached for her scythe to deliver the last blow to Akuma's pathetic and irritatingly strong son— Lucien only laughed at her— her threats meant nothing to him. 

The moon shone down on the deserted street, casting an eerie glow on the empty buildings and silent alleyways. It was a night of stillness and solitude, a time when most people had retreated to the safety of their homes. But then, out of nowhere, a group of figures appeared in the distance. They were cloaked in darkness, their movements swift and silent as they made their way towards Fang, Viper and Lucien. They called themselves "The Shadows," and their presence was enough to make Fang's skin crawl with absolute annoyance— what the hell were they doing in Nightmare's realm? Last time she remembered, they weren't allowed here.

As they approached, their condescending laughter rang out like the howls of wolves, echoing through the empty streets. Fang and Viper stood their ground, but they knew they were outnumbered and outmatched. The moonlight glinted off the blades and weapons that The Shadows held, casting a chilling glare across their faces. 

"I'd never thought you would actually return, Fang. After all, you're still just a little human— you can barely fend for yourself." Anni laughed, their eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, as if she was a creature of the night themselves. Fang felt a surge of anger and frustration. These Shadows had been a thorn in her side for months, always popping up when she least expected it, always causing trouble. She was tired of their games, tired of their taunts and their laughter.

But as they closed in around her, their menacing presence looming over her like a dark cloud, Fang knew she had to stay focused. She couldn't let her fear get the best of her, not when the lives of her friend and the safety of the city were at stake.

With a deep breath, Fang stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice steady and strong.

"Hey! What's up guys? Was wondering when you would show up!" Lucien was clearly unable to sense the tension in the air— this air-head seemed to chat with just anybody, even if they considered him an enemy. "I need to tell you about the crazy fucking things I saw! You will never believe this— but you guys were all humans in this universe I went to!"

"Humans? What the hell are you talking about, Lucien?" As the night sky hung heavy above, a silvery luminescence cascaded down from the full moon, casting an ethereal glow upon the world below. It was in this otherworldly light that Vince finally showed his face in the street light. The moonlight seemed to dance upon his skin, illuminating every facet of his being.

"I wouldn't even talk to him if I were you, this guy is a complete fucking nutcase." Kellin rolled his eyes, also stepping into the comfort of the moonlight— his blades glinting. Despite his precarious situation, Lucien remained calm and collected. His mind was a steel trap, sharp and agile, and he used it to carefully consider his words as he spoke to The Shadow proxies that surrounded him. 

"Oh yeah? Well, you can always see it for yourself, I have the exact portal coordinates," They loomed large, with faces that twisted and contorted in the flickering light, yet Lucien did not falter. He spoke with an air of confidence and authority, as if he were a scholar lecturing to a room full of eager students. "First of all— you should have seen Varrick, oh dude— he was human! A cocky human at that— he was much smaller of course, but man, that guy had some balls, I'll tell you that. He threatened to kick my ass so many times— even if he knows I could kill him, can you believe that?!" Lucien laughed loudly, his sounds of laughter echoing off the streets— causing Varrick to narrow his eyes slightly. 

"A little human wasn't scared of the son of Akuma? He seems so brave, and confident— I like that in a man." Anni let a little smirk tug at her lips, putting her hand onto her hip as she listened to this tale that Lucien told. Varrick— who was right beside her— felt oddly offended.

"I'm confident too.." Varrick muttered quietly, while Anni slipped a hand onto his face, teasingly brushing her gloved hands against his sensitive and untouched skin.

"Oh please, we all know you're lying to yourself, Varrick. You just have to accept that there is a more handsome version of you out there." Anni teased, nudging the much larger man with her hip as he slumped with a little sigh. The Shadows listened intently, their forms shifting and swaying in response to Lucien's words. 

"And Kellin! When I tried to speak to your human version, I kid you not, he started screaming because there was a spider on my shoulder! Never in my life, would I have thought I would hear any version of you scream. I couldn’t stop laughing, I wish I recorded it.." As Lucien spoke, the moonlight seemed to intensify, casting them to glare down athim. Yet he remained unafraid, his voice ringing out clear and true in the night. He knew that he had stumbled upon something extraordinary, and he was determined to share it with them.

"What the fuck? I sound so fucking weak. I didn't kill hundreds, just to be patronized like this." Kellin felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as the group erupted into laughter. His eyes darted around, searching for a way out of the situation, but he found no escape. He had made a foolish mistake, and now he was paying the price. The laughter continued, growing louder and more raucous with each passing moment. 

"Vince, don't even let me get started on you— when I saw you, you were wearing an apron and you were holding a tray of cupcakes!" Lucien continued to laugh, tears started to even spring to his eyes as he howled with laughter, "Your human version even offered me one!" Vince could feel the weight of his group's amusement pressing down upon him, suffocating him with its intensity— he crossed his arms angrily and waited for the laughter to die down.

"Oh my god— and Anni? She was so small, and cute. I swear, she had the cutest little freckles on her face and get this—" They seemed to be drawn to the tales he wove, their interest piqued by the stories he told of the other world he had seen. His descriptions were vivid and intricate, each word carefully chosen to paint a picture in the minds of his captive audience. "This Anni was actually….nice!" 

"No fucking way." Kellin crossed his arms, "You're so full of shit, Lucien."

"Am I?" Lucien challenged, his Chesire-like grin carved onto his face, "Go see it for yourself— you won't regret it." 

Anni's voice was hushed, almost reverent, as she began to insult this supposed version of herself, "I seem so fucking pathetic. I can't believe a version of myself even exists— I'm so glad humans barely exist in this world, they fucking disgust me." She said, her eyes alight with annoyance. "I'm done hearing about this weird shit. I have more important things to do."

Varrick's face flushed as he felt a warmth spread across his cheeks, the telltale sign of a blush. He couldn't believe how much of an effect Anni had on him with just the very thought of her being not only human, but a kind-hearted human— the thought of it had his heart racing, and he was going to take Lucien's advice— he was going to go see this Anni from another universe. 

— . — . —

Anni wandered through the woods, her senses heightened by the eerie silence that surrounded her. The trees loomed above her, casting dark shadows that seemed to follow her every move. She couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Unbeknownst to Anni, Varrick was indeed watching her from a distance, his eyes fixed on her every movement. He had been exploring the woods when he stumbled upon her, and something about her had captivated him. He couldn't resist the urge to follow her, to see where she was going.

As Anni walked deeper into the woods, Varrick stayed hidden, his eyes never leaving her form. He watched as she stopped to inspect a flower, her delicate fingers tracing its petals. He saw the way her hair caught the light, making it seem like it was on fire. But then, something changed. Anni's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. Varrick froze, hoping against hope that he hadn't been spotted. But it was too late. Anni's gaze settled on a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness, and she gasped in fear.

Before Varrick could even react, Anni turned and ran, her movements quick and panicked. She didn't see the rock in her path until it was too late, and she tripped, her head hitting a tree root with a sickening thud. Varrick rushed to her side, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw the blood trickling from the gash on her forehead and knew that he had to act quickly. He cradled her in his arms, his hands gentle as he tried to rouse her from unconsciousness.

"Anni, can you hear me!?" he whispered, his voice filled with worry.

For a moment, there was no response. But then, Anni's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused— before she immediately fell back to sleep. Varrick let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. 

— . — . —

Anni groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, causing her to wince and fall back onto the hard, cold ground. Blinking rapidly, she tried to assess her surroundings, but all she could see was darkness. She could barely remember what had happened, but she knew she was in trouble.

Suddenly, she heard a deep purring sound coming from beside her. She turned her head and saw a large demon standing over her, his glowing eyes fixed on her face. He was massive, with weapons that stretched out behind him and a set of razor-sharp claws that glinted in the darkness. Anni's heart raced as she realized she was in the presence of something otherworldly.

The demon spoke, his voice low and guttural. "Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes still trained on her.

Anni was so disoriented that she couldn't find the words to answer. She just stared up at the demon, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"I am Varrick," he said, his voice echoing through the space around them. "I know you, and you know me, but…in another world."

Anni tried to sit up again, but the pain in her head was too much. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't be scared," Varrick replied, his eyes still locked onto hers. "I'm not here to hurt you— I would never dream of it." Anni's eyes widened as she realized that this large demon strangely resembled the Varrick she knew. She tried to sit up again, but the pain in her head was too much. She felt dizzy and disoriented, and she couldn't focus on anything. Varrick seemed to notice her discomfort, and he leaned down closer to her. His eyes scanned her face, taking in every detail, from the freckles on her nose to the small size of her hands. 

Anni's head throbbed as she slowly opened her eyes once again. She groaned and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her skull, causing her to wince and fall back onto the hard, cold ground. She was disoriented and confused, unable to recall what had happened. As she tried to regain her bearings, she noticed the demon who continued to loom over her. She squinted, trying to focus her vision, and saw that it was the same demon and glowing yellow eyes. He was staring at her intently, as if he were trying to read her thoughts.

"You're so…cute. Lucien had mentioned that you were a human— but I'd never imagine you to be so…adorable." He mentioned, his voice deep and rumbling.

Anni blinked, still trying to process the situation. "Uhhh...what?" she managed to stammer.

The demon's eyes never left her face as he spoke again. "Sorry," he said. "Was that too much?"

Anni's heart raced as she realized she was in the presence of something otherworldly. She tried to sit up again, but the pain in her head was too intense.

"What happened?" she asked, struggling to remember how she had ended up there.

"You hit your head against a tree root— hard. But I brought you to a cabin I presume was yours, it had your scent." Varrick replied, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You're safe now." Anni felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized she wasn't alone in this strange place. She looked up at Varrick, taking in his intimidating presence, but also sensing a kindness in his gaze.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Varrick nodded, his eyes scanning her face with a look of curiosity. "You are different from the other Anni I know," he said.

Anni furrowed her brow, confused by his statement. "What do you mean?"

Anni felt a shiver run down her spine as Varrick reached out and traced his finger along her freckled nose. She was taken aback by the sudden intimacy of the gesture, but she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her body at his touch.

"You are very cute," Varrick said, his voice low and husky.

Anni blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest at the compliment. She had never been called cute by anyone before, let alone a demon. Varrick continued to trace his fingers across her face, taking in every detail. He gently brushed his thumb over her lips, causing her to gasp in surprise. His touch was surprisingly tender, and Anni found herself leaning into it, wanting more.

As Varrick's hand moved down to her palm, Anni couldn't help but feel a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. His touch was sending tingles up her arm, and she found herself wanting more of his affection.

Varrick seemed to sense her desire, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You are so small and delicate," he whispered. "I could hold you in my arms forever."

Anni's heart raced as she felt Varrick's breath on her skin. She was both scared and excited by his closeness, unsure of what would happen next.

But instead of doing anything more, Varrick simply sat back and looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and curiosity.

"You are different than the other Anni," he said, his voice soft. "You have a purity and innocence to you that she lacks. It is refreshing."

Anni felt a sense of pride at his words, grateful that he saw something good in her. She had always felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in with the people around her. But here, in this strange realm with a demon, she felt like she belonged.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Varrick simply smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "You are welcome," he said. "I am here to protect you, Anni. You are safe with me."

Anni felt a sense of contentment wash over her as Varrick continued to trace his fingers along her skin. She was captivated by his gentle touch, feeling as though she could stay in this moment forever. But that moment was shattered when a sudden noise echoed through the darkness. Anni jumped, her heart racing as she looked around for the source of the sound.

And then, out of nowhere, OCV-Anni appeared, her eyes blazing with anger. "What are you doing with her? We were supposed to be out on a mission— and youre cuddling with a pathetic human version of me?" she demanded, her voice sharp and menacing. Anni's jaw had practically dropped— was she on drugs, or did a more badass version of her just casually break through the door— what the hell was happening?

Varrick stood up, pulling Anni up with him. He held onto her tightly, as if protecting her from Viper's wrath. "We were just talking— shes so…cute." he said, his voice calm and even.

OCV-Anni scoffed, her eyes flicking between Varrick and Anni. "She's just a human," she said. "What could you possibly see in her?"

Varrick bristled at her words, a little smile tugging at his lips— hugging her closely. "She is not just a human," he said. "She is you! But nicer— and kind— I want to take her home with me…she's just so precious. I've never met someone like her.." Varrick was obviously being dramatic— he had only known this Anni for about five minutes, and yet he couldn't keep his hands off of her.

Anni felt a sense of gratitude towards Varrick for standing up for her, but she also felt a sense of fear at the intensity of the situation. OCV–Anni seemed to sense her discomfort, and she turned her attention back to Varrick. "Fine," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do what you want. But don't say I didn't warn you. I'm gonna go explore, maybe bring home some humans. Demons will kill each other over a single piece of human meat." And with that, she disappeared into the darkness, leaving Varrick and Anni alone once again.

Varrick turned to Anni, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft.

Anni nodded, feeling a sense of relief that the danger had passed. "Thank you," she said. "For protecting me."

Varrick simply smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Of course," he said. "You are special to me, Anni. I will always keep you safe."

Anni felt a sense of warmth spread through her chest at his words. She was grateful to have found someone in this strange realm who cared for her, who saw her as more than just a human.

But as she looked up at Varrick, she couldn't help but wonder what other dangers lay in store— I mean, what the actual hell was happening? This entire situation was just so confusing— was this demon even actually Varrick, or was it just some shapeshifter claiming to be him? She had a hard time understanding this situation, anybody would be confused— and it all started with that mysterious woman, apparently named Viper. 

#simp party #simp party my beloved #oc verse simp party #anni my beloved #ocverse #ocverse anni my beloved

[alicealder]

WARNING: A LOT ABOUT HER BACKSTORY HAS CHANGED. in the absence of candy girl and dead!lux, i had to find a new way to fuck her life up. it’s what she deserves. 

QUICK STATS !

FULL NAME: Alina Alessia Aldi Alice Audrey Alder NICKNAMES: Al, Ali DOB: September 17th, 1965 ZODIAC BIG THREE: Virgo sun, Pisces moon, Libra rising GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman & she/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Home of sexual EDUCATION: High-school diploma ; one year of college ENNEAGRAM: 2w3 MBTI: ENFJ TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine-Melancholic MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral JOB: History Museum Receptionist ( ex-MILF Kamilla... omg ) MAJOR: Philosophy

BACKSTORY !

triggers: brief mention of homophobia, idk televangelist mom sucks but i do not believe i wrote anything trigger-worthy, DRUGS. EVEN MORE SO THAN LAST TIME., very briefly implied sex work, implied OD

UPDATE: give me a sec to figure out how her aunt came into the picture when she was also in Sicily... give me a sec... but everything still remains!

Annabelle Alder has always preceded herself. With numbers to rival Tammy Faye Bakker’s, you don’t have to care about televangelism to have heard of her anyway. And what an honor it is! That the Georgia-based televangelist would choose Cherry to broadcast! Oh, California was a much better place for it, yes yes... But L.A. is so fast-paced!

-- Of course, she was not actually Georgia-based. Coming from Italy to leave a relationship that will be briefly described below -- and to start her career! -- she legally changed her name and Alice’s name to something more... American. 

ANYWAY, much like every good televangelist, Alessandra Aldi’s scandals were prompted only by her words... save for how her child, Alice, came to be. She would tell reporters that her father succumbed to a long, difficult illness; she would tell those in her social circle that he left the two high and dry. She would tell no one -- yes, it would take great sleuthing -- the truth: Alice had been the result of a short-lived toxic relationship that she left. No marriage!

'Not knowing’ would become a constant in Alice’s life -- and that would lead to several poor decisions. The lies Annabelle Alder spouted did nothing to help the health of the household. What separated truth from fiction? At a point, Alice didn’t know if even Anne knew. She would bring it home, these rantings and ravings, and the confusion and stress would grow. Two women in a household ruled by one thing they would always share: not knowing.

Alice, however, managed to entertain many a friendship. To compare herself in those days to what she became, she was all but a Mary Sue! Sociable, smart, loyal... if a bit clingy to some of them (see: Lux Lewis... basically her very own Needy Lesnicki) -- she was a good kid. She followed her mother’s teachings, as blurred as they were with what she would say at home (God loves everyone, God hates everyone; put your trust in God, put your fear in God), and came to develop that open-minded Tammy Faye spin. 

She and Lux had always been close, but they managed to grow closer... or, perhaps, close -- in a different way. For nearly two years, they would rendezvous -- use the darkness to cloak a different type of love. 

For her standing’s sake, Alice accepted the term that Lux would continue to date boys... though there always seemed to be a feel for air quotes surrounding the word ‘date.’ Anyway, y’all know this story.

Things ended only when Lux could no longer take discount Tammy Faye’s rantings and ravings. And maybe Alice’s simping was a factor too, but mainly discount Tammy Faye. They broke it off... but with a smile.

-- A fake smile, apparently. The Wonderland Ball saw Alice being bullied like Pennywise in It: Chapter Two. Lux’s side crew of friends going after everything from her simping to her sexuality (because these are NPCs in a backstory that takes place in the ‘80s...) to her mother’s career to her accent -- so on and so forth. Everything that could be touched on was touched on!

It was all enough to prompt Alice to distance herself. From her mother, from Lux, and, inadvertently, from the Gang... Not enough for her to say she didn’t consider the Gang her friends anymore, but enough for her to seek out a new social circle. People who really didn’t give a fuck. The slackers! The metal heads! Not her normal speed, but they were nice...

Her mother had not noticed the change in their... closeness up until Alice’s grades slipped... from an A+ in math to an A! Omg! Less than perfect, ring the alarms!

And what poor timing, too! It was just as the rumor that Lux was a lesbian was pinned on her, just as her social ousting was beginning, that they had their very first larger-than-life confrontation.

Absolute nonsense from both parties. Perfectly pointed from discount Tammy Faye, and... alright insults from Alice ( see, it was pretty much her first time being a bitch, so... ). It was so perfectly ridiculous that two things Tammy Faye Anne hurled at her were enough to drive her to her aunt: first, some homophobic bullshit. then, a comparison to her father -- her origin story!

Her aunt, Angela Alder ( known by all of her past rockstar affairs as “Indigo” -- save for Mick Jagger, so she would say... claim that he and Keith Richards wrote ‘Angie’ about her ), had settled in Cherry so few years ago after her life of wandering was over with. Partly to continue her life in California, partly to totally oppose her sister’s energy. And she was happy to take Alice in! At first! But we’ll get to that!

After this, Alice figured... ‘fuck it! hey, slackers, I’ll join your world!’ It seemed slow at first, but the taste of freedom? Before she knew it, she was properly in the ‘80s! She had snorted her first line of cocaine! Wow, how had she not already tried that? Absolutely insane! So fun!

Despite the latter half of the school year being rather tumultuous -- socially, familial, and now health -- she still managed to graduate with high marks. Most of it was certainly credit to the former half bleeding over, but...

Now that she was on her way to CCU, why spend time preparing for it? It had been easy as fuck to get into -- why waste that summer? Her aunt offered her a part-time summer job at the Cineplex, so of course she agreed! There were so many reasons she needed that! Like, first and foremost, she needed money. Second, she got to be a nepo baby! Third, it would certainly help her fuel her habit... but we’ll get to that.

Before we get to that, July of ‘84 marked the true beginning of her descent. A night with some guy (no, not like that), there was a fatal mix-up. What she snorted was, decidedly, not cocaine.

*’Carmen’ MV vc*: How does meth change our brains?

It was intense. It was euphoric. It was long. And it drove her to take advantage of her aunt’s generosity, stealing from the register. At first, she received a slap on the hand -- she’s a nepo baby! Second strike came with a demotion that didn’t place her near the cash register... but of course she still found a way. Third strike, she was a goner.

Alright... well, the high is long as fuck -- sleep barely exists! Money can be made at night if you know the right places! Or if you walk far enough! Just head over to Grape...

Suffice it to say, Alice did not make many wise decisions that summer.

Did she still technically go to college? Yes. Was she still technically present in class? ...Sometimes. Was it completely out of character for there to be days she skipped over? Absolutely! 

Soon, she was speed-balling. Soon, she was being forced into reality by her aunt -- if she would not take recovery seriously, she had to face the consequences and... leave. Soon, she was getting even further out of touch with the Gang. Soon, she would go to her mother’s for no reason but to spar. A few literal blows later...

Maybe she really was like whoever her father was. She sure was toxic enough!

Relationships were dying out quickly. There were ebbs and flows -- days she tried to ‘be clean’ (the concept of developing meth mouth really helped...), days she gave up. And no near-death experience was doing much to deter her. After all, what was there to lose? She hated it. Oh, she hated it. She hated what she had become. But she had gotten herself into that toxic relationship and, unlike her mother, she could not just leave.

Well... you know how the story goes? Someone almost dies, finds Christ, and turns their life around? The same thing happened... the only difference being that she did not find Christ, she heard: “you are your own God.” and would later learn that such a concept was all but the thesis statement of Satanism. It was not a religion based around drinking a virgin’s blood and sacrificing a baby, as her mother had shared with the world. It wasn’t a religion at all.

But something about that message -- something about the emphasis on how a person should celebrate themself -- caused Alice to brave recovery, first steps led by Angie. 

The summer was spent tumultuously, to say the very least. Recovery was a bitch, and going back was so damn easy! But... she found a band-aid solution. She still craved the sweet release of death, but a little less! 

Although still awful, a combination of lower dose addy and oxy? ...At least it isn’t meth and heroin?

Anyway, the job that had opened up at the museum ( with past-MILF Kamilla who May does still simp for ) was about the only one she found that: 1) looked even remotely interesting, and 2) ...accepted her. 

Rolling the boulder up that hill, her presence... if nothing else, exists. During torture sessions by the LDB, she wouldn’t be completely out of it! Wow! But improvements are to be made... The eagle must soar again!

And is May nice enough to do that or is she gonna fuck things up again? As my favorite show, ‘Hollywoo Stars and Celebs: What Do They Know? Do They Know Things? Let’s Find Out!’ would say: Let’s find out!

TL ; DR!

DRUGS TW. IMPLIED OD TW. Alice’s mom is a discount Italian Tammy Faye who fr moved to America and changed their names for no reason other than making them more American. Preceding her career, she was in a relationship with some toxic dude who got her knocked up and she ran off. Lies to everyone and says Alice’s father died/left them. Alice must be perfect. Alice gets in her relationship with Lux, homophobic Tammy Faye’s rantings and ravings drive Lux away. Alice deflates, a la Pennywise, at the Wonderland Dance when Lux’s friends are absolute bitches to her. Distances herself from Lux and mom, but not the Gang yet. Hangs out with some slacker metalheads. Rumor getting pinned on her that ousts her from the social world turns her completely to the slackers and she says ‘cocaine cocaine cocaine!’ Big Earth-shattering fight w mom, leaves and lives with aunt who was a groupie. Accidentally tries meth one night and gets hooked. Starts speed-balling it with heroin. Steals from her aunt’s cash register. Her aunt eventually has enough of her not taking recovery into consideration and Alice is audi. Alexa play ‘Carmen’ by Lana Del Rey. Somehow passes school. Friendships are dying and she hates herself but the drugs... Has close calls. Does nothing. Has one close call and she managed to find Satanism through it (see: the philosophy). Satanic Panic + mom had her under the assumption that Satanists sacrificed babies, but nah, it’s just ‘be your own god.’ Goes through recovery which is a bitch. Doesn’t fully work though. Off heroin + meth, but her band-aid solution is oxy + addy. Speedball Lite™. Trying to function now. Trying to rebuild shit. The end!

HEADCANONS !

Possesses dual citizenship in the United States and Italy. And, on that note? Fluent in Italian (namely Sicilian) and English.

( DRUGS TW ) ...Please don’t ask me how she didn’t get Meth Mouth after almost a year when some people get it after like a month... it just scares me... I’m too obsessed with keeping my teeth clean... Suspension of disbelief? Dentures? You choose! She did have that slight aging side effect, but it’s been. going down, to say the last. ( Lmao we can say there was some hair loss though -- no full bald spots or anything, but you get it! Same with skin -- nothing drastic, but you get it! Mainly because there’s this thing called an FC- ) ( END DRUGS TW ) Yes, the only full one being portrayed by her FC is the premature aging.

Danzig is her favorite band, but, in a few years, she’ll be saying that the man himself can fuck right off. 

Also a Billy Idol bitch. Also a Pantera bitch. You know, just the vibes.

TOOOOOOTTTTALLLLLLL PINK FLOYD BITCH!!! hates that Roger left the band he was the last great mind!

The Final Cut was released only two years ago in this timeline omg do you know how exciting that is for me, another Pink Floyd bitch who has seen Roger twice in concert?

I mean, very few people say they’re a Satanist, and even fewer people said it during the Satanic Panic since all it took was an accusation to get you imprisoned for decades, but ‘close’ friends... they might not know know, but they know. That was the reason she selected Philosophy as her major, after all!

Grades during her Freshman year at CCU sucked -- something that has never happened before! But what else would you expect? That said, she is trying to get back into the habit of being a decent student... but that’s easier said than done, especially in her. state.

( DRUGS TW ) It was pretty hard to hide her hardcore speed-balling -- even if she didn’t have meth mouth, there was the jonesing! -- but it’s more of an open secret that she’s switched to... soft speed-balling. Two steps backwards, one step forward.( END DRUGS TW )

( MENTAL ILLNESS MENTION TW ) Oh, btw, her family totally runs rampant with mental illness. There’s definitely a reason Annabelle has no clue what the fuck she’s talking about half the time. Then there’s the father she doesn’t know, but was definitely an addict with some violent tendencies. Angie is the sanest one, and she was a groupie! ( MENTAL ILLNESS MENTION TW )

After abusing such highly addictive drugs for as long as she did, there have been some long-term psychological effects. I mean, brain damage is a legit thing! But I added this here at 4:00am so I’ll expand tomorrow.

If Lana Del Rey existed in the ‘80s? She’d love that bitch. Methamphetamines... pink flamingo... blue ‘50s queen... blue oyster cove... So true of her!

Living arrangement is being sorted out, as was her previous living arrangement when she was briefly not allowed to live under Angie’s roof in the hopes of a wakeup call ( that just backfired ). In any case? Using taking care of a cactus to hold herself accountable for something.

Has a light Italian lilt from spending early years of her childhood in Sicily + living under her Sicilian mother’s roof for so long. Of course, discount Tammy Faye was good at putting on an American accent during broadcasts, but it got exhausting at home.

Oh lmao I put this as part of the questions/answers we sent to Em and I think it’s so funny: January definitely had a rumor that she was sleeping with the Nightstalker.

Alice will probably never know her father, but his FC? ...Danny Devito. 

There are three different links in the following sentence: This was Alice.

More to come as I navigate this brave new world...!

NEW CONNECTION IDEAS !

ACCOUNTABILITY BUDDY ! She’s not sober -- not even close -- but she’s functioning. And functioning means getting back to the responsibilities she once had... such as being a decent student and getting to work on time. This person is that to her... a tutor, more or less, as her brain gets its cells back -- and someone who reminds her to set a damn alarm and to actually get out of bed when she hears the damn alarm and- (And, I mean, this is also completely legit considering brain damage is involved...)

ABSOLUTE THROES ! Kinda left a lot of stuff for the Gang out when I started going into her worsening addiction for a reason -- to plot what was happening with everyone at that point. Anyway, would love for someone to have seen her in the absolute throes and been like ‘damn this is getting more fucked up than 1998/9 -- oh, what’s ‘99?’

AND SHE. FUCKED. GREG ! MAY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CONNECTION ! ( sex work tw ) Anyone who has a parent or parental figure who’s... sleazy, to say the least? Who might go to Grape every now and again? Who might solicit the services of an 18-19 (?) y/o looking for a way to get money for her next fix? (Despite her sexuality, she would not have turned a man down.) ...Alice isn’t proud of it!

MORE TO COME ! those were fr just the first that came to mind...

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#5

for @baka-monarch ‘s prompt of a pack of simps, part of it is under the cut bc it’s long

There was something about Dream that called to people. Whether it was his sunny personality, his loud, optimistic approach to life, the way he was always willing to stand up for his friends and help out wherever he was needed- it made people flock to him. The fact that he had gorgeous green eyes full of life, cute freckles and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of was also probably a factor.

The one fact that made his friends despair, however, was that despite his quick wit and occasional hilarious yet dirty jokes, that man wouldn’t know how to spot someone being attracted to him in a serious way if it slapped him with a sign saying “hey, i think you’re hot and smart and fun, we should date”. Which had basically happened, given that more than once one of his- self described- “pack of simps” had said those words or even more and had still been met with… nothing. Just Dream thinking it was a joke. Again.

This was not an isolated incident for them.

It had started, as a lot of these things did, with a childhood crush. Sapnap had always seen Dream as his best friend ever, and it had not taken much time at all for those feelings to turn into something more. And that something… never turned to anything. At first, Sapnap had kept those feelings locked up, deep inside of him, a little scared that he’d run his best friend off. As the years passed, and both of them grew up, and he witnessed exactly how his best friend handled love confessions, he realized it was, maybe, a little pointless to hide it. At this point, no matter how often Sapnap made a not-so-joke about them banging, or dating, or living together, or literally getting married, it seemed like Dream would just let it pass him by. Which, honestly, kind of worked out for him pretty well. Yes, his best friend never got his hints, but on the other hand he could stare at him (and check him out) as often as he wanted and not be told off or anything, so. He’d take his wins where he could get them.

Then, there was George. The man had moved to America from England back in Dream’s second year of highschool, and it became increasingly obvious that Dream felt something for him from pretty much the get-go. Blushing, flirting (a little badly, but that was teenage boys for you), always wanting to hang out with him. Sapnap had been jealous as hell- and then he’d met George. 

The guy was equally as head-over-heels as him, and he still didn’t know it yet. Sapnap’s jealousy had abruptly vanished, and he’d debated telling George something about how maybe he should ask himself why he was always blushing, give him a hint or two. Then George beat him at Mario Kart and the decision to leave him to figure it out himself was clearly the only good choice to make. Fair was fair, and all that.

Of course, it kind of came back to bite him in the ass when George woke him up with a call at three in the morning about how he couldn’t be in love with Dream, oh my god, Sapnap stop laughing-

And then there were two. They sat together more often, bickering and laughing and also occasionally just loudly sighing about how their best friend was hot as fuck and apparently, kind of dumb emotionally.

Then highschool turned to college, and there were three and four.

Punz had gone to their same highschool, but aside from sharing a single class and sometimes detention, they’d never interacted; except for, apparently, Dream’s secret sign-up for fighting classes. Apparently, they’d both ended up in the same class, and as competitive as they both were they’d enjoyed having someone to fight against with the same type of passion. Fighting in class had led to training together, had led to sometimes sparring alone and well, once you had someone pinned or got pinned by someone to the floor enough times, it got a little easier to see that you thought the other guy was insanely hot. At least, for Punz. He’d taken a minute or two to consider his feelings, and then immediately launched himself into flirting with Dream. Not that it was that much of a difference with the sort of things he’d been saying before he’d realized, which in hindsight explained why their fighting instructor sometimes referred to them as ‘Lovebirds’.

Okay, so maybe Punz hadn’t been subtle at all, ever. But that just made it worse when, despite Dream blushing and sometimes flirting back at him, any actual attempts at anything were just ignored. He’d met Sapnap after he’d been by to pick Dream up, and apparently just the sight of him was enough for the other man to include him into their little pining club on the spot.

On the other hand, Fundy’s thing had been a bit more of a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ type thing, because the man had seen Dream after meeting him at the flower shop he worked at and then immediatly fallen stupid in love. Nobody could really judge him, but they did rib him hard anytime someone mentioned love at first sight, because for Fundy all it had taken was a single talk, a flower, and a smile, and he was part of the club. 

So there they were. Four single, hopelessly pining idiots, all of them madly in love with the same man, all of them trying their best for that man to fucking notice. It got so bad that Sapnap had officially declared them as ‘a pack of simps’, the name partly brought on by the constant furry jokes at Fundy’s expense. Sometimes they met up to brainstorm a way to confess, but a lot of the time it was just them, hanging out, joking and playing games and only sometimes bragging about something Dream had done with them (George was almost always on top of their unofficial list of brags, but the time that Dream had made Sapnap pancakes while shirtless had made more than one of them green with envy).

And of course, in the end, it all came to head with a couple of simple events, no plans, no elaborate confessions, nothing. When they’d recounted it all later, it was almost painful to see how stupid it was. 

Fact number one: All of them were loud people. They yelled a lot, they liked to say stuff that most people would probably blush with shame and hide away. They’d discussed, quite frankly, a lot of things that would’ve made old grannies have a heart attack. One of those topics tended to be Dream, because the title of simps had indeed not come out of nowhere, and they were all healthy, sometimes horny people with a crush the size of Russia on a man that wasn’t only hot, but regularly drove them crazy.

Fact number two: Up until Karl had offhandedly mentioned it to him one day, Dream had had no idea polyamory was even a thing.

Fact number three: One of Dream’s lectures had canceled unexpectedly, and he’d started heading back to his place before deciding to swing by Punz’s, just because. 

Fact number four: The ‘pack of simps’ had been meeting at Punz’s loft before planning to go meet up with Dream after his lecture ended, intending to go out for the night somewhere.

Fact number five: Dream had, apparently, been attracted to all of them right back. Maybe not from the very start, but almost. 

Fact number six: Apparently, a more apt title for all of them would have been ‘a bunch of dumbasses’, but they quite happily accepted ‘polycule’ instead.

66 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#4

sometimes i wish i could mail people their dtiys, but a picture shall have to do; here's @vioarry 's!

81 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

“arts and science are inherently tied but different” blah blah LISTEN TO ME. linguistics is like maths except the numbers are constantly evolving and also hate you personally

89 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#2

oh, here's my sketchbook's cover and back, since i was done with it i thought "might as well"

104 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

here’s a little something i started yesterday

c!dream gets deaged- but instead of being an immortal, like the cornelius fic, or a kid, he’s a teenager; specifically, manhunt!dream.

He gets a potion thrown at him by fundy during- actually. He gets deaged during the disc war finale, in the moment he starts chasing tubbo once everyone’s there. Fundy panics and throws the first thing he had in his inventory, an experimental potion he had to bring along because it was too unstable to leave alone. 

The potion shatters against Dream’s side, in a loud crash that seems to resonate in the hall of attachments, and normally it’d be forgotten with the threat of the man himself against them, but his immediate scream catches their attention. 

Dream drops his shield, using his free hand to clutch at his face under the mask, seemingly in pain. The weapon in his other hand seems almost forgotten, too focused on whatever the potion had done.

Sapnap doesn’t lower his axe, not when he’s not sure what’s truth and what’s lie with the man in front of him anymore, but there’s hesitation in his movements when he takes a step forward. 

Dream doesn’t move. Doesn’t react at all. Not to bring his own axe up, not to pick up the shield. 

Then the clang of armor moving reaches him, and he snaps his head up, flinching back from his position as he looks around.

The movement knocks his mask askew, and he doesn’t seem to care.

But Sapnap, in front of him, seeing not the face of the man he knows but instead the face of a long-forgotten past, cares. He cares a hell of a lot.

“What? Wh- where…” He knows he shouldn’t flinch, but the trying-to-sound deeper voice of his once-friend brings out that part of him, the part that remembers being fourteen and mad and hungry and looking for cash, and it scares him. It can’t be. It shouldn’t be possible.

The person in front of him doesn’t pass for 21. He doesn’t even pass for overage. 

He looks fifteen, young and scared and trying not to show any of it as he bares his teeth at them like a feral thing, clutching the axe like a lifeline, like it’s the only thing between him and certain death, his suddenly just a little too big armor looking off on his frame.

This isn’t the man that committed the atrocities that they’re here for. This is the teenager that’s been hunted for longer than most people could ever try and escape for. Sapnap knows those eyes, he knows the prey drive that dwells behind them, and he knows how a cornered prey like that reacts, one that’s learned that there’s no use in pleading for mercy.

Dream reacts exactly like he’s been taught to.

He runs.

(edit: this fic is now on ao3, and is on its fourth chapter!)

255 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

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[ambyandony]

>> Hello everyone its atreyu here!

>>to share with you my jojos bizarre adventure OC and the stand I made since people were interested! please excuse any typos, I’m a little unsteady, i tried to double-check in the big paragraphs :-)

Name: Anastas Maxwell P. (nicknamed "Stace")

Pronouns: he/him

Age: about 22

>> his eyes are dark blue or maybe grey I'm not sure

>> has had many romantic partners but currently single

>> bipolar sufferer (type I i think)

>> has tattoos but tries to hide them

>> bird and angel imagery enjoyer, scared of roosters

>> goes to the club with his lesbian best friend (who is also his wingman) and sometimes cries at the bar

>> he feels like shes the only one who hasn't legt him or gotten sick of him so he kind of acts like... i guess the word is 'simp', for her

>> people often think he has a romantic interest in her because of it and some have even attacked him for it because shews a lesbian and doesn't date men but shss really not ven his type

>> kind of hates the nickname stace/stacy but it's the only one he's ever really been called

>> his mother is slavic and he speaks a little bit of the language he picked up from her (im not sure which specifically)

>> his other parental figure is of nordic or finnic descent but again not sure where specifically, and they're a generation removed (was born in whatever country anastas was born and presumably raised in and has less cultural ties to the heritage)

>> has a bunch of s[tik] lying around his room from stints of trying new things and then losing interest

>> has a roommate (not the best friend) but they don't exactly get along all the time

>> can't afford things because hes very prone to impulse purchases

>> barely holding on to his current job and its killing him

>> can survive in fistfights and stand fights. doesn't mean he wins or is good though

>> tends to turn up somewhere looking really bruised and can't seem to remember why when asked

>> makes a lot of bad decisions

>> stays with his best friend sometimes

>> likes to wear a lot of makeup

Second Wind

>> This is Anastas' stand second wind!!

>> It's sort of a stand that uses mistakes as an advantage, let me elaborate

>> If you (as in the user) fail an intended action, it lets you "try again", like if you hypothetically throw something at someone and miss; it doesn't undo the action but gives you another thing to throw and the same opportunity to throw it without the target moving away. So how I described it was: what it does is "double" an action with different results, so it sort of overlaps two "times". When you throw the thing at that person and miss, it "rewinds" it to let you try again, but the second try overlaps with the first, so it looks like you only did it once because both instances occurred at the same time even though it had two results. So the first object, the one that was originally thrown, misses and goes wherever it initially landed, and the second object, duplicated from the first by the Stand's time-cloning ability, will hit the person at the same time (assuming your second throw actually hits this time!)

That's just an example, of course. It works in a lot of different ways. For example, going off the previous example, if you were aiming for a specific part of someone's body, missed that spot, but still hit the person, you still get a second throw, so both objects (the original and the duplicate) will hit at the same time. It works similarly with throwing punches, but before I get to that...

It can't duplicate entire people. However, it can still allow a retry of any individual action failed by the User; if you trip and fall, you get a retry on the step you failed to make. If this happens, you still sustain any injury you got from the fall, but at least you don't look clumsy! (and you're not on the ground) So it can't necessarily save you from injury, but it's good for recovering your footing, like when in a fight. There's one exception, though: if the injury would have been fatal (like if you, say, lost your balance and fell onto something sharp), and you manage to avoid it on the second try, then you'll still sustain the same kind of injury at a reduced severity (you would have been impaled and died but now you've just got a hole/puncture wound in your midsection and it hurts real bad). You'll probably still need to get to a hospital, but you'll survive, so the Stand can save its User's life.

Now, going back to the other thing I was saying, Second Wind's ability can also be used to double attacks as well as objects, which makes it theoretically pretty useful... but only when you're, well, kind of bad at things? Since it only works when you fail. Of course, you can't intentionally miss an attack or fumble something to try and get a double-shot or duplicate; failing was your intention, so you still succeeded. Failed successfully! And successfully failed at activating the Stand... Because of his ability's specific activation prerequisites, Anastas has developed a quirk where, when in a fight, he announces where he's aiming, where he's going/trying to punch. He feels that it raises his chances of doubling an attack, as it clearly establishes his intention and makes it obvious when he's missed his mark.

Even if Anastas learns ways to fight better, like better stances or the like, he usually intentionally forgoes those tactics and effectively 'shuts off' his brain during a brawl in order to fight worse; it's because doubling punches can be really useful... especially since he's developed his habit of announcing his intentions in pretty much any combat situation, which makes his actual intended punches kind of easy to block or dodge since you know where he's aiming. On the other hand, the more you block and dodge, the more likely he is to hit you twice, and since he has Second Wind also, this adds up to a potential 3 simultaneous punches from him in a fight. Anastas walks into the ring and says, 'I'm throwing', proceeds to throw, and wins by doing so.

Second Wind is able to hold its own in normal combat but has a better defence stat than power stat, presumably thanks to its armour, so they usually hit a lot right away to try and get the fight done quick because they're not good at actually fighting when it comes down to it.

>> and thats all I have on Anastas! as for the lesbian best friend i don't really know much about her i don't know if shes a stand user or not all i really know is shes a lesbian (and probably has dyed maybe really short hair). i kind of originally left it open ended when i first talked about anastas like 'if anyone wants to make the best friend feel free' and i still don't really have any ideas for her so...

>> Please enjoy!!! - atreyu

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[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! If it’s not too much to ask, could you do some HC’s about the four Lords reacting to their s/o using current lingo/slang like “period”, “purr” around them for the first time? Maybe their s/o just came back from a trip home, and is all caught up with the outside world

If you already did something like this, ignore this. Have a good day :)

Short and sweet, just because I'm feeling a bit silly :)

Warnings: mild passing mentions of nsfw, swearing

Alcina Dimitrescu

Pretends she knows what you're talking about

Has no goddamn idea what you're talking about

You talk to her one day about "Stan culture" and how sometimes support and obsession bleed into each other, about watching people get "dragged", or "catching someone in 4k" ...while the Lady Dimitrescu smiles and nods and thinks about how she only knows about half of those words.

(Basically, your dynamic involves you being constantly ready to "spill the tea", and Alcina being Very Concerned about the handwoven silk rugs.)

Alcina is very much someone who corrects "Can I use they bathroom?" Into "May I use the bathroom?" so when you start throwing nonsense words into your vocabulary it irks her.

However, she refuses to let you know. Clearly these words have meaning and sense to you, and she is determined to at least try to understand what you're saying. She's able to pick up on a lot using context clues, and can usually trick you into elaborating, so she's got a 50/50 shot at actually knowing what you're talking about.

You're starting to catch on, though. She can't quite hide her eye twitch when you compliment her "new fit"

Alcina, through clenched teeth: It's Armani--

Donna Beneviento

She's confused, but she has the spirit!

She does her best to keep track of all of the terms you use, but will definitely take a long, long while to adapt to your new... vocabulary.

It's like dealing with someone who grew up sheltered in some sort of cult (which, let's be honest, is a little too accurate), she's trying to adapt to what you're saying, but it doesn't quite click?

She hears you use "simp", "cap", "bet" and other common words, and in an effort to connect with you tries her best to actually use them herself.

This has...mixed results.

You've caught her describing a new doll craft project she's working on as 'a sus', and when you press her for details, Donna tells you that she was under the impression that 'sus' was an abbreviation for success. She's proud of her work!! It's a SUS project, right?

.... Look, be nice. She's trying.

She looks like an abandoned kitten when correct her, but her face quickly settles into a determined frown. This is a possible bonding experience,an opportunity for the two of you to connect, and Donna refuses to give up!

One day, Donna walks into the room, nervously shifting from foot to foot, before tossing the ball of yarn in her hands into the yarn basket. Then she turns to look at you.

"I--I...um. Yeet?"

You throw your hands skyward and cheer

Salvatore Moreau

"Look at the little skrunkly!" You croon at a goofy looking crow waddling about the dock. "What a sweet little blorbo!"

Moreau: ???????

This poor man is so lost.

He tries! Don't get me wrong, Salvatore tries so hard to keep up with the hip new lingo you use, but --

New vocab??? At his age????

Absolutely not

Salvatore is trapped in a state of constant befuddlement around you, and he has no idea what to do about it.

You always know, though, because he gives you these big puppy dog eyes every time you say something a little too out there.

He wants to understand what you're saying but... Why do you want to "pay him to crush your skull"? Salvatore would never hurt you! He would die without you! 🥺

All of these misunderstandings lead you to explain your Brand New Words to your fish bf, but he still can't quite get the hang of it.

It's not like he doesn't try! But uh....

Cadou experiments + Memory Problems = Bad retention ability. Unfortunately for him, Slang just doesn't stick.

Unknowingly, Moreau is the most successful of all the lord's at getting you to stop using slang. You just... Feel bad? About him not understanding you, and it makes you slowly force yourself to cut back on more modern terminology.

Let's just say Moreau is lucky you're down bad 💕💕 (...Even if he has no goddamn clue what that means)

Karl Heisenberg

Believe it or not Heisenberg doesn't really care?

You talk funny every so often. It's not that big of a deal. Sometimes he's even able to fill in the blanks using context clues, and when he can't he'll just ask you what you mean. Problem solved.

...Or it would be.

Because, of course, you tease him about being such an "old man" and then it's game fucking on

From that point on, Heisenberg makes an effort to know the slang in order to get it wrong on purpose.

He'll read over your shoulder to check your phone, make meticulous mental notes about certain phrases and idioms, but it's all done with the long term goal of making you suffer.

It's like the "Are you winning son" memes, but fully malicious. He's researching. He's gathering information. And he will use it to destroy you at every possible opportunity.

When you least expect it, he drops a nuclear warhead in the conversation--

Heisenberg tells you of his long term plans to "soft block" Mother Miranda and you are sent reeling

You compliment his newest soldat and he just says "wig" in response???? He decides to order his favorite "finna" at a restaurant??? Karl will make out with you and then very gently declare how much he "cancels" you??????

It doesn't matter how much you correct him-- Karl is too old to know better, right? How can he possibly get all this slang right?😈

Unless you apologize, you two will be mid-sex, with him bending you over and pounding you into his workbench, and just before you cum he will whisper "is that bet enough for you?" into your ear.

You are suffering, and Heisenberg not only knows it, but thrives in that knowledge.

Enjoy your own personal Hell. ❤️

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady beneviento x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #silly

[musclesandhammering]

Every Single Issue I Have With S*lki (It’s Not Just The Selfcest)

Here goes. I threatened to post this a few days ago and never did, but I just saw a s*lki stan Twitter account claim that Loki caring about Sylvie more than the whole multiverse was a Good And Romantic thing and it pushed me over the fucking edge, so now you all have to read this. I’ve divided it into categories cause there’s just THAT much.

OOC Bullshit

• First and foremost, no amount of mental gymnastics you do will ever make me believe that this specific Loki- the one that just invaded New York, that just came off a year of Thanos Torture, that just got done being influenced by the sceptre, that was literally in the middle of a crisis already, and then on top of that went through all the trauma of Ep 1- would even be worried about a romantic relationship. That would be the furthest thing from his mind. Go back and watch how he acted in Avengers- you think that guy would abandon his previous mission to become a snivelling simp for a girl he’d just met 3 days prior? Yeah, there’s no universe in which that makes sense.

• “It’s very in character for Loki to fall in love with himself lololol-“ NO, it’s literally not. Out of all the characters in the mcu, I don’t think I can think of anyone that genuinely hates themselves more than Loki. He even referred to all his other male variants as “monsters” and said meeting them was “a nightmare” in this series. He’s got so much self-loathing, plus the fact that he genuinely thinks himself to be an evil backstabbing scourge- so there’s no evidence at all suggesting that he would ever develop a fondness for, or even be inclined to trust, another version of himself, after only knowing them for 3 days.

• Building on that, the whole concept of Loki falling in love with a version of himself just feeds into the annoying ass misconception that he’s a narcissist. No matter which way you stack it, he’s not. If you’re referring to NPD, he doesn’t fit the criteria, and if you’re saying “narcissist” just as a slang term meaning “selfish and arrogant”, that still doesn’t accurately describe him. But when creators like Waldron and Herron do things like having him fall in love with himself, it makes it so much easier for casual viewers to think that he is.

Shitty LGBT Rep

• It’s kinda sus that Loki’s are allegedly genderfluid and yet the only female-presenting variant we see (and apparently the only female-presenting variant there is, cause the male Loki’s all seemed unfamiliar with the concept) is treated as some kind of mind-bogglingly special paradox. Also very sus that, out of all the Loki variants, the one our Loki falls in love with just so happens to be the only female one. What a coincidence.

• The fact that the creators of the show went around bragging about Loki’s bisexuality and Marvel purposefully (lbr) allowed stories about Loki possibly having a male love interest to circulate, specifically enticing queer viewers to watch the show (you know, the definition of queerbaiting), and then instead of having a male love interest (Loki was the first queer main character, so it was the perfect opportunity) they gave us *gestures to this dumpster fire* this… it’s just a middle finger to LGBT fans. The fact that they would rather have this relationship with all its myriad of problems than have a gay relationship is just……. Very telling.

• While him being with a woman obviously doesn’t refute his bisexuality, the fact that they showed/talked about him being interested in 3 different women (flight attendant, Sylvie, Sif) and never even hinted at him being attracted to a man, definitely makes it seem like they were trying to cover up his bisexuality to smooth things over with the more homophobic viewers. You know? It’s like “I know you’re pissed that we sorta confirmed Loki as bi, so we promise we’ll never mention it again! Or even hint at it! As a matter of fact, we’ll give him lots of female lovies and make him seem as straight as possible! That’ll take your mind off of that horrible crumb of queer rep, right? Please please please keep giving us your money!!!”

• Aside from all the other issues, at its core, the biggest reason why I think I’m so irritated with s*lki is that it took one of the most interesting, complex, and diverse characters in cinema atm and squished him into a tired ass unnecessary heteronormative subplot…. Like literally every. single. other. protagonist. ever. Loki is such a unique character, and it’s so so so incredibly disappointing that they stuck him into that same boring cookie cutter romance that happens to every other character in every other movie I’ve ever seen. It’s a disservice, and it’s honestly just not compelling or entertaining at all.

Thematic Issues Galore

• His arc didn’t need a romance. With anyone. It was unnecessary and it didn’t make sense plot-wise. In fact, one of the reasons he was my fav prior to this was because he was the only big-name mcu character whose story wasn’t muddied-up by a romance that didn’t need to be there. So much for that.

• He wasn’t emotionally ready for a romantic relationship with anyone. Hell, just a genuine friendship would’ve been pushing it for him at this point. He was in such a bad state that any relationship he got into would’ve been toxic and unhealthy for both him and the other person, and it doesn’t make sense why the writers would want to put him in one when there were so many cons and essentially no pros (other than “Uwu aren’t they cute together”).

• Sylvie’s character in general was unnecessary and Loki’s character was robbed just by her being there. The whole show became about her post-Ep 2. They spent most of the time giving her backstory, building her up, telling us how awesome she is, trying to convince us to like her, etc when what they really needed to be doing was building Loki up- cause I gotta say, if I had to describe TVA!Loki in a few words, they would be Flat, Boring, and Weak.

• The romance overtakes the plot. They spend time portraying their supposed connection that could’ve been spent adding depth and complexity to literally any of the characters. They make the big Nexus Event them giving each other googly eyes on Lamentis when it could’ve been so many other way more profound things that speak to the fundamental nature of Loki’s. They have the climax of the finale be “oh no she betrayed him to kill He Who Remains” when it could’ve been something way more compelling (Loki having a moral crisis over whether or not to kill HWR, Loki contemplating the state of the multiverse and weighing the pros and cons of freedom vs order, Loki looking into some What If situations and getting emotional about what could’ve been regarding his family, Loki realising the gravity of HWR’s offer and finally coming to terms with how important he is to the universal cycle, etc etc). The entire plot suffered in favour of a romance that half of us didn’t even want.

• It essentially reduced all of Loki’s potential character growth down to “He did it for his crush.” He seemed to at least have some motivations of his own in Ep 1-2 (feeble as they were) but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, literally every action he took was just him being a simp for her. Why did he lie in the interrogation? To try to protect Sylvie. Why did he fight the minutemen and Timekeepers? To survive kinda, but mostly cause it was important to Sylvie. Why did he get pruned? Cause he got distracted trying to confess his crush to Sylvie. Why did he try to get out of The Void? Cause he thought Sylvie needed him. Why did he stay in The Void? Cause Sylvie was staying. Why did he try to enchant Alioth? Cause Sylvie told him to. Why did the multiverse get cracked open, leading to an infinite number of Kangs waging war on all of existence? Cause Loki didn’t wanna hurt Sylvie in their fight at the Citadel and then get distracted by her kissing him. It’s uninteresting and honestly pretty embarrassing.

• Throughout their “relationship arc” the writers do their absolute damndest to convince us that we should like Sylvie more than Loki. And you know what? It’s the most hypocritical shit I’ve ever seen. They preach and preach about how Sylvie’s life has been so difficult/we should feel bad for her/she had it so bad/poor poor sylvie/she had it SO much worse than pampered prince Loki…. But then they never even touch on any of Loki’s trauma of hardships (the ones that have been ignored for literally 3 movies now). They frame Sylvie as a good person and a Freedom Fighter after she spent literal decades/centuries mass-murdering brainwashed TVA agents and showing exactly zero remorse for it….. but then they make it their mission to constantly remind us that Loki is a terrible person and constantly put him in situations where he’s forced to acknowledge his wrongdoings/show remorse/admit to how “evil” he is for being a mass murderer for like 2 years. They show him on-screen having a wider range of powers than her, and perpetuate his whole shtick of being a “master manipulator” or whatever….. But then they make Sylvie “the brawn” more competent, intelligent, and physically capable than him. Tell me how it’s a good thing for a ship to be so narratively biased toward one character.

Missed Opportunities

• If they absolutely had to have a romance subplot, then they could’ve paired Loki with one of the characters that have already been established OR one of the characters that were a big part of the whole TVA storyline anyway. It would’ve been so interesting if they’d revealed that Loki had a history with some of the players from previous films (Sif and Fandral both come to mind). It also would’ve been really interesting if they’d given Loki a love interest that actually had some allegiance to the TVA as a whole (Mobius maybe, but not necessarily. It also could’ve been Renslayer or B-15). Hell, imo it would’ve been cool if they’d followed through with that “See you again someday” line that he said to the flight attendant in Ep 1. ALL of these characters have way more chemistry with him than Sylvie, and they were also already relevant to the plot without wasting half the show to give background info on them.

• If they absolutely had to have a hetero-presenting love story involving an enchantress-type figure, then there’s a whole Enchantress (Amora) that was actually Loki’s love interest in the comics. Plus, fans have been screaming for Amora to appear in the mcu for years. Plus, Tom literally pitched an Amora/Loki storyline way back in 2012-13. Also, Lorelei (another enchantress) is also one of Loki’s love interests in the comics, and she already exists in the mcu (she was on Agents of SHIELD). There were several different established characters for them to choose from. Creating a whole knew amalgamation of a character and going with the “she’s a Loki variant” storyline was just completely unnecessary and made no sense.

• They completely robbed us of a Chaos Twins dynamic. Had they handled Sylvie better and not forced her and Loki to smooch, the two of them could’ve had a really really complex and interesting sibling relationship. Loki could’ve stepped into Thor’s shoes and sort of used that new role to gain some self importance, and Sylvie could’ve finally had somebody to look out for her/teach her magic/be there for her. It would’ve been very aesthetically pleasing, the vibes would’ve been out of this world, it would’ve been way more profound than this bs, and frankly it would’ve been much more entertaining to watch.

• Loki’s relationship (read: obsession) with Sylvie completely overshadows all Loki’s other relationships in the show. Loki and Mobius were literally the focal point of the series in Ep 1-2, but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, they barely had any interactions with each other, and Mobius pretty much faded to the background entirely. Loki had the beginnings of a pretty interesting antagonistic relationship with Renslayer (with her wanting him pruned, then arguing with Mobius that he couldn’t be trusted), but after Sylvie showed up the dynamic shifted to focus on the history between her and Ravonna. Loki and B-15 started off very badly and openly disliked each other throughout Ep 1-2, and then in the end of Ep 2, Loki showed a little bit of concern for her when she was possessed, hinting that they might be inching toward a reconciliation- especially considering how obvious it was that Loki was gonna uncover the TVA’s sins eventually. There was so much potential for him to be the one to give her her memories back and convince her to change sides, but no, of course that honor went to Sylvie. In fact, after Sylvie showed up, Loki and B-15 never even spoke to each other again.

Various S*lki Fails

• If they were trying to convince us that this affection was mutual, they completely failed. There’s nothing I’ve seen that even hints at Sylvie feeling the same way about Loki that he does about her. At most, I’d say she has a slight endearment to him. She finds him likeable and she’s grudgingly fond of him, but she definitely isn’t in love with the guy. Maybe she thinks he’s cute and hopes that he gets out of this mess alright, but her mission obviously comes before him- whereas, it’s been confirmed multiple times that Loki cares about her above anything else. She doesn’t trust him, she looks at him like he’s an incompetent fool half the time, she shows little to no reaction during most of his confession moments, and she kissed him as a means to distract him so that she could get him out of her way. Look, all I’m saying is, when you get into a relationship where one of you is way more invested than the other, it never ends well.

• This goes without saying for a lot of us, but the selfcest is just straight up odd and cringey. If you’re cool with that sort of thing, fine! People can ship what they want! But don’t pretend it’s not at least a little bit uncomfortable. Yes, I know they’re not technically siblings so it’s not technically incest, and they’re also not technically the exact same person, but they’re similar enough that it makes things weird. And yes I know selfcest can’t happen in real life, so there’s no way to judge it morally, but neither can most of the other stuff that happens in these shows/movies (the Snap, Loki destroying jotunheim, superhero with powers being held accountable, mind control) and yet we still find ways to judge their morality, because they all mirror real-world events. (The snap= genocide; Loki destroying Jotunheim= bombing other countries; superhero accountability= weapons accountability; mind control= grooming and coercion). And lbr the closest real-world mirror to two versions of the same person (who may or may not share DNA, family, backgrounds, physical and emotion characteristics) being romantically involved with one another is incest. And you can be ok with that if you want- that’s your prerogative- but don’t get pissy just cause a lot of us are squicked out by it.

• The whole mirror metaphor (learning self love via each other) thing just fell completely flat. First of all, having Loki learn to love himself by looking at someone who mirrors him did not, in any way shape or form, require them to be romantically involved. But they were. Of course. Secondly, the creators have contradicted themselves so many times on whether Loki and Sylvie are the same or not, that it doesn’t even really register to the viewer that the mirroring thing was what they were going for. Finally, Loki and Sylvie are shown to have so little in common- and to have only the most bare minimum of similarities personality-wise- that it doesn’t even make sense that Loki would “learn to love himself through loving her”. Like? They’re nothing alike. So how would he make the connection that he himself is actually pretty cool, based on her alone? There’s virtually nothing in her that reflects him.

• I know the objective of the entire show was to convince us of how awesome and unique Sylvie is, but honestly her relationship with Loki just did the opposite. A hallmark of a Mary Sue is having her constantly upstage the male lead, and then having him instantly fall madly in love with her anyway. And that’s.. exactly what happened here. Everything they’re doing to try to force her character to be more stan-able is really just forcing her to look more like their self-insert OC. Which is exactly what she is. It would’ve been so much more satisfying if she didn’t have to try so hard to look cool, if they didn’t have to try so hard to make her backstory tear-inducing, if they didn’t have to turn our protagonist into a snivelling simp just to prove how incredible she supposedly is. Very much #GirlBoss energy and we all know how performative and cheap that is.

• The entire thing was too rushed, there was too little build-up, and it was nowhere near believable. As stated above, it’s ridiculously unlikely that Loki would canonically even be interested in Sylvie, and this show did nothing to explain why he was. He just suddenly was. There was nothing they showed us as viewers that would justify a guy as closed-off and preoccupied as Loki falling head-over-heels for a girl he just met. Their was no explanation, no big revelation, no reasoning, it just… kinda happened. And I’m also severely skeptical of any love story that has the characters go in this deep after only 3 45-minute episodes of exposition.

I’m sure there’s other stuff, so if anyone thinks of anything, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add it. Tagging @janetsnakehole02 @raifenlf @natures-marvel and @brightredsunset800 for expressing interest. This is all your faults.

#antisylki #loki meta #kinda #loki series critical #loki series negativity #anti loki x sylvie #anti loki series #anti sylvie #frosty bby #loki deserved better #I don’t even like TVA!Loki tho so I guess it doesn’t matter with him lmao #tva loki #loki laufeyson

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3 

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #miya osamu x reader #daichi x reader #suna x reader #aran x reader #aone x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #tendo x reader #kenma x reader #miya atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #nishinoya x reader #sal’s fluff tag <3

[tteokdoroki]

So like just imagine Izuku wanting to feel powerful because he was bullied for so long so he bullies you and you're so desperate to please him so when he tells you to bounce on his cock you don't hesitate. He just takes advantage of the fact that you worship him 👉🏾👈🏾🥺 oh my God I'm gross 😭😭

— “YOUR HERO + IZUKU MIDORIYA.”

author’s note(s): this not gross bb, this is quality content 😔‼️ we here for the izuku fucker motive ‼️dedicated to everyone who follows me who denies simping for him <3

warning(s): mdni, 18+. smut, power play dynamics, manipulation, pro hero!deku, no pronouns used but female anatomy described.

izuku midoriya loves being a hero, every moment in which he’d ever been doubted, put down or made to feel worthless in suddenly melts away when someone says ‘you’re my hero, deku!’, he thinks it’s the most satisfying part of his job. saving people and seeing them smile, the money, fame nor the screaming fans could ever top that feeling...or at least that’s what he likes to tell the cameras.

because secretly, izuku midoriya adores and prides himself on his loyal fan base. he basks in the feeling of their worship, the longing comments online and the desperation to meet the number one hero. he feels cherished, powerful, needed. these a sick sense of pleasure he gets when his fans fawn over pictures from his latest missions, buy something that he recommends or shed tears over the fact that they’d never get a chance with him. he loves their obsession, he loves your obsession.

“y-you’re my hero, d-deku-!” you hiccup, nails digging crescent moons into the bro hero’s shoulder blades as he bounces your ass up and down on his hardened cock, your pretty bambi eyes shimmer with fresh tears as your pupils dilate with lust all for him. you’re just a fan, but for one night and one night only, you get to do something more for your hero and the man you’ve dedicated your life to. when izuku says he needs you, that he can count on you to make him feel good and make him cum, you agree with no hesitation because that’s what fans do for the people they look up to, right?

you owe it to him, to suck his thick girth deep into your tight little cunny even though you’ve never rode a dick before, because izuku midoriya saved your life. he’s your role model, he inspires you to be better and if you can do that by languidly bouncing away on his lap then you will. you’d do anything for him. “yeah?, i am? then show me how you treat your heroes, baby,” deku coos with hazy green eyes and flushed cheeks.

this is the best part of his job, his dirty little fantasy. taking his sweet and innocent admirers and using them for his own twisted desires. his scarred hands come down on the globes of your ass, shaking the flesh between his digits while he uses his brute strength to lift you up and down his cock. your smaller hand reaches behind you, little fingers pressing down on the fat vein on the underside of his length.

your chest swells with your own pride at making the number one hero groan beneath you. silly old you, making the deku twitch and whine and thrust himself deep inside of you so far that your entire body shudders when his tip brushes against your pleasure spot. you so dumbly want to please him, to know that you’re the one that gave japan’s top hero the orgasm of his life. deku knows that, he can see it from the way tears stream down your puffy cheeks. you just want to be good, you just want to please.

“you’re so good for me, aren’t you baby? my little slut, just wanted to get into the number one’s pants right?” izuku groans, green electricity from his quirk flickering in and out as he holds you still by the hips and ploughs into you, you were taking too long. he needs to cum now. the way your tits bounce uncontrollably from his sharp, violent thrusts remind him of how lucky he is to have such good and grateful fans. in fact, you’re the lucky one, lucky for having your creamy cunt fucked by him of all people. he would cum inside you as a reward, a parting gift.

and a feral smugness fills his chest at the thought of you going home and gushing to your friends about it. no one would believe you, and maybe that was the sickest part of it all. izuku would get what he wanted, his high and you would still be his loyal little lamb at the end of the day.

“i am, ‘m a little whore for heroes, for you deku! j-jus want to please you!!” you trip over your words, a mess of tears as his precum smears your fertile walls, experienced fingers glide between your folds and locate your puffy clit— izuku rewarding you with smooth circles to the abused nub while his cock stretches you wide and shapes your insides in such a way that you won’t ever feel pleasure unless it’s from him.

the pace of his hips becomes irregular, slow as izuku’s orgasm dances on the horizon— he works so hard, he’s been through so much, suffered enough and filling you with his cum until your cute, pudgy tummy bulges will be his reward. he’s earned the right to use his fans which every way he pleases and you are no exception. “that’s right baby, you’re a dirty good for nothin’ fuck, you got that? you’ll cum for me because i say so. you’ll let me cum inside you because i’m your hero, right?”

all you can do is nod as japan’s best fills you to the brim with his seed, watching with teary eyes as he thrusts up and makes sure not a single drop is wasted. izuku revels in the way that you scream silently while he flicks your bud till orgasm and your cunt contracts around him until you’ve milked him for all his worth— there’s a slick between your thighs when he pulls out, trails of thick white, sliding down your doughy thighs. you don’t dare wipe it off, a reminder of how lucky you are to have been fucked by your idol.

and you even stay still to let izuku take a picture, spreading your legs and putting your creamy pussy on display for him. he’s your hero after all, and it’s what he deserves.

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[kunikuzxshi]

I just read some of your sub Shig stuff, and I didn’t know how much I would love the concept until I read yours!

I really like the thought of his crush trying to teach him some manners. Like just pinning him somewhere, not giving him ANY relief unless he says please. Maybe even calls them sir/mistress? And they’ll stop immediately if he insults them or gets too impatient. They’ll taunt him like, “All you’ve gotta do is be nice. That’s it! Then you’ll get whatever you want.” And UGH HE HATES IT but at the same time they’re making him feel incredible.

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I swear I'm starting to convert more of you guys. Y'all have to be looking through my screenshots at this point, thats EXACTLY my type of shit. Like don't get me wrong, whining for Shig's cute and all but its so much better to have a guy that could literally kill you in one hit on his knees. I don't have anything against him being both, but like personally I like my serial killers whiny and needy, and considering I only simp for Shig, he's the biggest victim. I'm also the only dominant one in my friend group, and they act like its a crime to be the one on top

Boutta pull out my private drafts for this, hold up

Minors DNI. Just because I let y'all follow for the sfw stuff doesn't mean you can get away with reading smut <3

If anyone's wondering what they described, I believe its this one

Sub Shigaraki x Dom Fem! reader

One of your hands was wrapped around his throat, just barely applying enough pressure to keep him from breathing properly. His pale skin seemed to glow under the dim light while it only made yours stand out that much more.

He's not even sure how it got to this point.

Your free hand moved to cup his chin, forcing him to look at you before brushing your lips against his briefly, just long enough for him to lean forward to catch yours, inexperienced lips trying to force his tongue into you mouth

You pull away, pulling him onto your lap, his legs straddling your thighs, your eyes scanning his chest down to his legs. He just looked so pretty, his cock already so hard just from a few simple touches.

"You're so goddamn pretty like this, y'know that, don't you? C'mon, just tell me what you want, I'll do it for you if you ask nicely," you start, taking a moment to give him a quick, sloppy kiss, "It's that easy Tomu."

His words were barely recognizable, only the word 'please' being loud enough for you to hear correctly, everything else sounded like a mix of whines and blabbering.

"What's wrong? You're so quiet. It's just us, no need to be so quiet with me." You cooed, moving his hair out of his face, your other hand grabbing at his shirt.

Instead, he just buried his face into your neck, murmuring something seemingly along the lines of 'just do it already, you're taking too long', his words still quiet and once again, barely recognizable.

This time though, instead of asking him to speak up again, you just assume you know what he wants, slowly unbuttoning his jeans, just watching the visible parts of his face turn red. Small whimpers escaping his lips every time your fingertips get just a little to close to his boxers, his breath hitching at the thought alone.

The second he feels your skin against his bare cock, he almost looses it immediately. A single loud, drawn out moan escaping his pretty lips. It's so hard for him to stay quiet once you start moving your hand, instead, he opts for biting your neck in order to muffle his sounds.

Once you speed up your movements though, its a whole different story. He detaches his mouth from your neck, throwing his head back, holding onto your shoulders for support. His legs go weak, and he'd probably fall on his back if you weren't holding him. The amount of noise coming from him is strange considering he won't talk unless he's desperate, and even then he's awfully quiet. Maybe its just the same little mix of moans and pants, but he's just so much louder.

"My little toy likes that, don't you? You're doing so good... just sit still, I'll take care of everything from here, ok?" You say, pressing kisses against his cheek, pulling away only to have his lips smashed against yours.

His hips involuntarily start bucking into your touch, desperate for anything he can get from you, his tongue trying to squirm past your lips. His arms wrap around your back, one hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. His legs start shaking just a little bit, and his already sloppy kiss getting worse.

When he finally pulls away, there's a string of saliva connecting you two. He just looks at you, his eyes glazed over and hazy. His mouth hangs open, drool spilling down his face as his cock start twitching, just before you pull your hand away.

"Hey! I-I wasn't done yet! Please mistress, just a little longer, please? I didn't do anything wrong..." He whines, his hips thrusting into thin air, the tip of his cock red and swollen.

He almost starts crying, his voice cracking every time he even tries to speak. Even then, anything he can get out ends up as a broken plea, a promise that he'll listen.

The familiar warmth of your skin against his almost makes him cry, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock, but nothing more. A cracked whine slipping past him, his mouth moving to press desperate kisses against your neck. Anything that he can think of, he'll try.

"If you wait just a little bit, I'm sure I can give you something better, got it baby? Just be patient, you'll get what you want."

He starts biting his lip again in a pathetic attempt to stay quiet, anything that might get you to do what he wants. You gently push him off of you, laying him on his back before sitting in front of him.

You start removing your clothes, leaving your bra and your panties on. He almost jumps at you, his hands instantly moving to your back, trying to unclip your bra. Eventually, when he finally gets it off, he starts grabbing at you. One of his hands moves down to your panties, pulling at the waistband, but not removing them. His other hand starts massaging your soft mound, cherishing the weight of it in his hand.

"Can I..? Is it ok for me to, mistress?" He asks, dipping one finger under the waistband, slightly tugging them down.

You nod your head in approval, watching as he struggles with getting your panties off at first. Instead of letting him go further though, you push him back, touching yourself. He tries to grab your hand to replace it with his own, but you just slap his hand away.

"Why don't you just watch for now? You can do that for me, right Tomura? Surely my little toy can at least give me that much." You say, slipping a finger into your entrance.

He just sits there, not quite sure what to do. His eyes move back and forth between your hand, and your face. Every time he gets close, you just push him back, reminding him that he has to be patient if he wants anything else.

When he's had enough of you, he grabs you and pulls you on his lap. His fingers start trailing down your sides, one of his hands holding you in place. Your protests fall on deaf ears, his thumb already pressing against your clit.

He only stops once your hand once again, wraps around his throat. One good squeeze, and he snaps out of it, immediately pulling his hand away. Pathetic sobs emerge from him, looking down to avoid your gaze.

You start kissing his neck, caressing his cheek. "I told you to wait. You couldn't even give me that much, could you? How sad. Maybe I should go find Dabi, I'm sure he would listen better than you could."

His arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder. Tears start spilling down his face, his voice cracking every other word as he begs you to stay, to give him another chance, he can do better.

You pull his hands off of you, pushing him onto his back, giving him a quick peck. He wraps his legs around your hips, grabbing at whatever he can get his hands on, clinging onto you tightly.

You sit up, crawling over to his chest.

"How about this. If you be a good boy, and actually wait this time, I'll let you have your fun. If you don't, I won't let you do anything." You say, your thumb tracing his collarbone. He nods, staying as still as he can.

You crawl on top of his face, and he pulls you down, his tongue going to work almost instantly. His tongue laps up your juice, taking a quick dip inside of you. Your soft moans only encourage him, his hands moving to grab your thighs as his nose gently nudges against your clit. His thumb starts to work on your clit as his tongue delves inside of you, his grip on you thighs becoming almost bruising.

You try to get up just enough to reposition yourself, only to be pulled back down, his hand moving to your waist. The obscene sounds coming from him mix in with your quiet pants. Your soft praises encouraging him further as you hand grips his hair.

He groans against you, each sloppy lick seems to excite him more than it does for you. His fingers start rolling your clit between them, each noise you make only seems to get covered by his.

You bite your lip, muffling the groans spilling past your lips, though once you reach your limit, it doesn't help one bit. You scream, your grip tightening on his hair as you finish. He doesn't let you up just yet, his tongue licking up everything you have to offer before releasing his hold on your thigh.

You move in front of his cock, spitting on it before giving it a few quick strokes, watching his eyes widen and his mouth open.

"How about you beg? I'm sure a little slut like you would be willing to do that much. My pretty boy just wants to sink his cock into his mistress, don't you?" You tease, running a finger along the length of his cock.

He nods quickly, his eyes shutting tight as his hands grip the bedsheets. You watch his eyes fly open just from the feel of your thighs around his cock. He moves his head up enough to watch you, one of your hands grabbing his shirt as you line up his cock with your slit.

You start sinking onto his cock, biting your lip painfully hard as he starts squirming underneath you, one of his hands moving to grab your hip.

Once you're fully seated on his cock, he starts thrusting his hips up, pathetic whines falling from him. His hold on your hip tightens, trying to hint at what he wants. Soft whimpers emerge from him as drool starts slipping past his lips once more.

One of your hands tangle in his shirt as you start moving, the noise he makes immediately increasing in volume, his eyes trained on nothing but your figure on top of him. His back arches, and his hands turn white from his grip on the bedsheets.

You start increasing your pace, picking up your hips only to slam yourself back down on his cock. His hand moves to your chest, taking one of your breasts into your hand, increasing his grip there instead. Quick I love you's fall from him. You stop, moving his hair out of his face, giving him a quick kiss as he tries to deepen it with no success.

"Do you want me to keep going? If you tell me exactly what you want, I'm sure I'll let you do it." You say, running a hand through his hair.

"I wanna- fuck, I wanna cum inside you! Please! I'm so close, don't you want to be filled up too? Please mistress?" He begs, his eyes starting to water. You can feel his cock twitching in you, and his grip on you increasing.

You pick up your pace again, watching his expression quickly change. He starts panting, squirming underneath you as his fingers dip into your hips, and you're almost certain that there will be bruises there in the morning.

His moans increase in frequency, and he starts getting louder. His legs go weak as his grip loosens again, eyes shut tight as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours before spilling his seed into you.

His panting slows, and his breathing slows again. He pulls his hands off of you, letting you rest on his chest. He nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering kisses along the side of your neck.

You could've sworn you heard him mutter a quiet 'I love you', but he wouldn't admit it anyway.

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[dracossweetprincess]

overworked | r.l

remusxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: remus taking care of reader when she overworks herself

warnings: established relationship (dating), during hogwarts, mentions of stress, overall fluff

workaholic. that’s the word remus would use to describe you to his friends. being top of the class every year at hogwarts seemed great, but in true reality it was extremely stressful. the teachers just kept demanding more and more from you, and not wanting to disappoint them you completely drowned yourself in books when it was exams season.

it hurt his heart to see his love in utter distress, so he planned a calm and cozy night in his dorm with you. he got your favourites, pizza, some boba tea, 80s muggle movies, and some face masks. he lit some candles to leave the atmosphere more romantic, and set some blankets on the tiny couch that he had in his dorm. you barged into his room, hair messy, breath heavy and carrying piles of books in your hands, as always.

“hi, baby.” you greeted, forcing a smile. “what’s all this?” you asked while remus helped you take off your jacket to put it in the clothing rack. “i thought we could maybe spend some time together? i know you’re stressed.” remus ran his hands up and down your arms, your tense shoulders relaxing. “i’d love that.” you sniffled at how caring your boyfriend was, of course he knew [your favourite pizza flavour] was your favourite, even though you’d only mentioned it once.

remus jumped on the couch, arms open for you to crawl into. you snuggled into him, happily kissing his chest. “can’t believe you’re actually letting me put a face mask on you.” you giggled, remembering how remus had hated the first time you forced him to put a face mask on. “i’d do anything for you, even if it means letting a face mask burn my skin off.” he joked, knowing it’d annoy you.

“it does not, burn your skin off remus! it’s actually really good for your skin.” remus gasped, “remus?! what happened to baby? light of my life?” he put his hand on his chest dramatically, pretending to be deeply hurt. “oh shut it.” you shoved a slice of pizza into his mouth, bursting out in laughter after.

now you were in his bathroom, washing your face masks off. “finally, torture over.” he looked over at you, smirking. you swatted his arm, “ow! you’re very rude to your poor sweet boyfriend.” you rolled your eyes, hiding your smile. “you know what baby? my skin actually feels quite nice.” remus examined his now softer skin intently, genuinely surprised by the effects of the mask.

“told you so.”

after washing your face masks off and finishing the pizzas, you watched the movie remus had chosen and drank your boba. “oh my god babe look! isn’t he like so hot.” you gushed about the male main character on purpose, wanting to get a reaction out of your boyfriend. he gave you a stern look, pulling you as close as possible to him and pressing a rough kiss to your lips. “you’re mine.” you giggled, nodding into his chest.

“and i bet my dick’s bigger than-“ “remus!”

a/n: if you enjoyed reading this fic please reblog (if you’d like <3), it helps so much! ty and ily <33

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