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soupdweller · 8 months
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cupcakeslushie · 2 years
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I need more content of Donnie being a big brother to Mikey.
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fluidthoughts · 1 year
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König general/random headcanons
This is my first time literally ever doing this, so if it sucks I'm really sorry. This also took me freaking forever to put together cause my brains a mess, and even now I'm feeling like it isn't finished, even though it'd already SO LONG IM SORRY LOL. But it'll do for now. I'm also thinking about making a separate post for relationship and NSFW headcanons soon. I just uh. Haven't begun to really jot those thoughts down yet, eheh.
- despite his incredibly large size, if he doesn't want to be seen or noticed, he won't be. A good part of it due to his anxiety that brings a strong desire to avoid being the center of attention. Soft silent footsteps, slinking himself right into the most unnoticed parts of a place, encompassed in the shadows until by some chance, you catch a glimmer of those intense, unwavering, piercing eyes.
- those damn eyes, always scanning, observing, calculating. Staring right through your very soul. It'd be absolutely frightening if it weren't for his inability to not fidget slightly as he stared.
- not a man of many words either. Mostly made up of silent nods and gestures. Chit chat doesn't come easily to someone like him, so when he does speak, he speaks honest and direct. At times taken by others as too blunt or abrasive, contrary to his intentions.
- and of course once he's set loose on the battlefield, that quiet unnerving focus he exudes changes into something entirely different. Something *terrifying*. The embodiment of primal power, pure adrenaline, and even what may be a grotesque sense of humor and pleasure as he tears his way through the enemy
- part of it could be due to this sense of despair in his fellow man, maybe even humankind he feels. He knows too well of the evils that exist in this world, (and maybe the next he fears, for he is just as washed in blood)
- he admires his team a lot though, for their lack of judgement with him, and how they all work together so well, makes him appreciate their dynamics such as he appreciates pack animals in the wild.
- he deeply adores and respects nature and animals. And being the giant muscled athlete he is, lots of outdoor activities are very much to his liking. Hiking, rafting, climbing, etc. When in nature, he feels envy for the innocence and beauty he sees around him. As well as feeling a sense of relatability to the primal instincts and violence and death.
- because of the bullying he endured throughout his life, and because of his size, he would get into fights. A lot. To this day, it still happens actually. Usually ending up in bar fights. As much as he tries to keep himself from it, the habit is there, and he's never one to let rowdy douches in the bars get away with their nasty jabs and comments. He's also been known to get into some of these fights defending someone else. Can't stand to see bullying happen in front of him. But there's also this part of him that thinks he still goes out and gets into these fights because maybe deep down he enjoys it.
- can play the mouth harp. No I will not elaborate. Other than his deep love for music and desire to play instruments, but he always had a hard time being able to focus his hands. Often thought to himself his hands were only good for killing. Turns out he had a knack for the mouth harp though.
- I wouldn't go as far to say he's a religious or overly spiritual man, but he's very enthralled by things like old folklore, tales and stories of things in the wilderness that are best left unknown to man. Hes definitely experienced some things himself that he cant quite explain. One could say it's the cause of his respect and carefulness for the wild parts of the world around him. One could also say its just superstition. He's also very into learning about and hearing stories about such legends of other places, the countries his teammates are from, locals when he's traveling in an unfamiliar place, etc.
- if he is comfortable enough, like he is with his team, he's witty and snarky as fuck. He loves to banter and tell dry jokes and just being a little menace overall. Especially if he's enjoying some drinks and feeling loosened up.
- he has a soft side, and deep down is even a hopeless romantic, but even in his own mind, he's more monster than man. His gentleness is buried deep, except for his interactions with animals. He has always wanted a pet of his own, but knows with his way of life, it wouldn't be for the best. And something like a relationship, he doesn't even get any hopes up for.
- is also a bit of a pyromaniac.
- also a very prideful man. Which makes him competitive, and all the more reluctant to really open himself up. He hates feeling like anyone might be pitying him, and is forever in a mindset of proving himself, pushing himself, and becoming more and more stoic. The type to be most adamant about refusing help from someone.
- he's got an insanely quick wit, but also just incredibly smart and able to learn and pick up on things almost immediately. He's especially handy with things that are of the "take apart and put back together" variety. Hence why he was always fond of firearms.
- he knows women notice him, he notices them too. He knows he's attractive as well. But ever since a cruel joke played on him in his teen years, he finds it all the more difficult to trust women in any sort of romantic or intimate way. "Brawls with other men at least bring total honesty with them" he thinks. And all the better to keep him less distracted from work anyways, right?
- Roze basically forced him (and the whole squad) to learn how to braid to help her and Calisto before missions. König's actually pretty good at it too for it being a hand based task.
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apt502-if · 7 months
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If this makes sense, shortest to slowest burn ROs? What do you think the order of ending up in an actual relationship with (not including flings) will be like?
I wish I can answer that but I'm not sure. They all have their own slow emotional burns that don't always correlate with physical burns if that makes sense. You may feel like it's not a slow burn because you and the RO are doing all the physical stuff but emotionally that may not be the case. For some it's easier to kiss and sleep with MC than it is to open up to them and allow themself to fall for them completely.
TLDR: I'll get back to you on that :p
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astronautbeans · 4 months
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How do we feel about Vampire!Etho? For the prompt challenge
oh interesting!! yes I can work with that >:D
Etho had his mask for a reason. The gas mask might be bulky and annoying to keep clean, but it kept people safe. It kept him safe. It filtered out the scent of blood so it couldn't drive him insane, so it didn't drive him mad with inhuman hunger.
Scrubbing the exterior of a spare mask clean, he couldn't help the frustrated sigh that escaped him. He was supposed to get better. He hadn't had urges in ages, made sure everything about his mask was perfectly clean at all times and never, and then again never let anyone touch it. Or at least, he shouldn't have. Never again.
Bdubs didn't hesitate for a second to rummage through his enderchest at Etho's panicked call. He fished the backup mask and ran over, helping it over his face. But Etho could immediately tell the filters of this one had broken down with age.
He swallowed bitterly, glaring down at the black mask. He shouldn't have to be this careful.
It happened so fast, he doubted Bdubs knew what actually happened.
The other cut himself on his own sword, hissing but ultimately laughing at his own stupidity. Etho could only stare in horror at the blood that welled up from his fingertip. Could only clench his fists at the smell of fresh blood.
In a heartbeat, Bdubs was thrown onto the ground. Etho stood over him, axe in hand, mask below his chin, fangs bared. All he could feel was the hunger that made his stomach twist. Blood. There was blood pulsing underneath skin, fresh blood to taste.
Bdubs crawled back. A horrified scream ripped from his throat, eyes coloured with a fear so vivid it pulled Etho from his trance.
Tears welled up in his eyes. How could he let this happen? How dare he attack his best friend? He was such an idiot. A monster.
He really had to go apologise to Bdubs, but for now he could wallow in his self-pity in the darkness of his base, where no one could find him. Where no one could be hurt by him.
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sunnywentpoof · 5 months
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EVIL SUN (Sunburn? Is that what some people nicknamed him?) !!! THE HE!!
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thepinklink · 4 months
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Legacy, for the word game?
Legend gazed grimly at Hyrule’s land all around him, dull and sickly and empty. This is his legacy.
And I failed it.
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luzity · 2 years
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this isn't real, is it? the real anne and sasha don't want what i want.
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tigirl-and-co · 1 year
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Pluto-style spinoff manga but it's just 8 volumes of Cobalt dealing with what it means to be a functionless robot with siblings who are so much more powerful than him
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linilou-von-hevring · 5 months
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oops?
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starry-blue-echoes · 2 years
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jotaro is haunted. he thinks about it and does absolutely nothing. he's too tired. he graduates with top grades with the aid of the ghost, at the expense of his possesions all have some sort of damage. by the time he gets to morioh he's used to it. after some fight koichi starts telling jotaro about the ghost alley and joot decides to meet reimi. when he gets to the ghost alley, he hears some familiar voices bickering and he freezes. what the fuck? the voices stop. jotaro? a voice asks. 2/2 💞
(here’s part 1 for those curious)
Y E S S S S S S S
Joot just. Accepts this is his life now. He’s certainly dealt with weirder, and the ghosts are mostly harmless. Heck, one of them is actually really helpful, offering as a second pair of eyes to correct mistakes he makes on assignments. The other….. not so much, but it’s nothing he can’t manage
He can’t have any breakable objects that aren’t secured down or behind cabinets, because they will be pushed or knocked off whatever surface they’re on. Cups and dishes left on the counters get to same treatment….. well at least Jotaro is now really good about doing the dishes
And definitely, by the time he goes to Morioh the ghost’s chaos is pretty much background noise.
And the Bad Alley.
Oh the Bad Alley :)
Jotaro….. is hit with a BULLET TRAIN of emotions he never expected he’d have to deal with.
Because standing there is Kakyoin and Dio, looking exactly like they had before their deaths without a single hair out of place.
There’s no sign of them having a hole punched through them or having been split in half. In the Bad Alley, it’s almost as if they’d never died to begin with.
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graham--folger · 9 months
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i forgive you.
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eepy-ouppy · 2 years
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305 on the brain as usual,, but just thinking abt the people alt timeline max left behind... Do you think he told anyone where he was going, or did he just leave? Thinking about it, i doubt he was able to find a timeline where he fit in so perfectly on the first try. Oh god i might have to animate about this
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godheadjones · 1 year
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Oh Tidings of Misery and Despair
“Adrian!”
His face was battered. Someone had done something to him, something awful. Nova let out a quiet sob.
He weakly spit out a few quiet words, and she barely heard them. 
But she did. And she cried even harder.
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read on ao3 or on wattpad
fandom: renegades
ship: nova x adrian (nodrian)
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osamusbigtits · 2 years
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"oh my- is that a hickey!?" bokuto exclaims. "bro! why didn't you tell me you hooked up with someone- you always tell me!"
kuroo flushes. "it's not a big deal, bo."
"nonsense!" bokuto examines kuroo's neck. he pulls kuroo's hand away when he tries to cover it. "who was it? a pretty girl? a hot guy?"
kuroo pushes bokuto away. "stop treating me like a zoo animal."
akaashi's watching them closely. kuroo remembers those eyes in a different way, just last night. somehow more intense. akaashi's bossier than kuroo thought he would be.
bokuto catches what- who kuroo's staring at. "why are you... keiji!? your hook up was with keiji!?" bokuto gapes at kuroo. "and neither of you told me!?"
"now you know," keiji says simply.
"does kenken know? if you told kenken but not me, I'm gonna be so upset." bokuto pouts.
they didn't tell kenma. and they didn't want to. kuroo knows how kenma feels about akaashi, and so did akaashi. but akaashi didn't feel the same way. and kuroo's a terrible friend.
"do I know what?"
kuroo flinches. when did kenma get here? why is kenma here?
"nothing," kuroo says quickly. kenma's eyes narrow, they catch on the hickey on kuroo's neck. kuroo covers it with his hand.
"they fucked, kenken!" bokuto jumps up and down. kuroo and akaashi tense. "they fucked and they didn't tell us!"
kenma's face remains neutral. a look only kuroo could read crosses kenma's face, only for a second and then it's gone. "oh. that's not exciting."
kenma's scarily good at hiding his feelings. but kuroo knows how angry and hurt he is. fuck. kuroo is the worst friend ever.
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hcsfff · 1 year
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Imagine someone, on the brink of running out if time, turning to their teammate and saying, "Kill me so you can live a little longer"
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