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musical-chick-13 · 5 months
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Can somebody please explain to me what the appeal of vampires is.
#I'm genuinely curious#people seem to go absolutely feral over this concept and I want to KNOW I want to UNDERSTAND#and there are some really excellent vampire aus that I love and I want to love them MORE because I want to GET IT™#because all I see are like...societally conventionally attractive people with fangs. who maybe (depending on The Lore™)#can't go out in the sun. and that just...doesn't resonate with me?#like I understand metaphors for 'othering' and the concept of monstrosity but I feel like that gets a little lost if there isn't anything#actually UNPALATABLE about them. like if they just look like what we culturally have idealized in human appearance then how can#they serve as a metaphor for ostracization or being misunderstood?#is it primarily an aesthetic thing? is it a *danger is sexy* thing?#but ordinary humans can be plenty dangerous too (see: 90% of the female characters I'm obsessed with)#so is it in the sense of you can vicariously experience that danger and heightened emotion in a situation that's removed from reality#so it feels less overwhelming when you're watching/reading the piece of fiction???#like I have seen this used effectively as a metaphor for marginalization (undead murder farce) and an exploration of how society#defines a 'monster' (shiki) but that doesn't seem to be the way most people or works engage with this concept#is it just that people like when characters are covered in blood because I DO understand that one lmao#I just feel like vampires have been branded as a Key Aspect of Bisexual/Gay Culture and I feel like I am on a separate plane of existence#because It Is Not Clicking For Me#(tbh I feel like there are a lot of Quintessential Queer Experiences™ that don't apply to me but. that's a whole separate thing.)#ANYWAY would love to hear people's thoughts!#I am cooking up a Meta Post™ about fandom reaction to the concept of monstrosity and I want to gather as much information as possible
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yakny · 7 months
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"the morally ambiguous man before him, encompassing the blurry line between coercion and persuasion"
I present to you: The Handler
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luvjii · 2 months
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riize cute or sexy partner ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
a lot of people requested a riize version, i actually started writing this in October but i didn’t have a good enough grasp of their personalities - i still sometimes struggle so i’m sorry if it seems inaccurate 🤍
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sohee + shotaro
SOHEE (70% sexy, 30% cute) ~ sohee to me seems like someone who cares more about what’s on the inside rather than the outside. but someone sexy and mature in nature would definitely compliment him. someone with lots of confidence, strong fiery eyes and a chic style. i think a ‘girlboss’ aesthetic would really attract him - tight slick back ponytail, dark lip color, leather jacket, something like dark academia fashion. he can find maturity, independence and elegance attractive. doesn’t care too much about feeling manly, but his heart would explode for a partner who makes him feel sexy and wanted. a person who can hype him up so that he builds up the courage to do the same back. someone cunning with a tiny hint of playful feistiness, and a habit of flirting with him temptingly <3
SHOTARO (60% sexy, 40% cute) ~ this might be an unpopular opinion but i can just picture shotaro with a baddie. i think someone who can make him giggly is a good match for him, a person with a flirty, enticing presence would get his knees weak. i can imagine a s/o who wears high-heeled boots and mini skirts and isn’t afraid to show off their shoulders lol scandalous (。•̀ᴗ-) shotaro gets labeled a lot as shy + cute but i think he has an allure to him, shotaro feels like he has a hidden side (his predebut dance covers? yes, he definitely has a hidden charm) and i think he could have a perfect chemistry with someone seductive and captivating like that. he could really be attached to someone who takes the lead and showers him in praises, he likes to feel loved and of course he would return the affection.
anton + wonbin
ANTON (55% sexy, 45% cute) ~ i think anton wouldn't mind, he strikes me as someone who is attracted to unique and individualistic people, he probably doesn't have a type. but someone a little more dominant than him, with a charming persona who can take over when he’s feeling a bit shy or unconfident would be perfect for him. “excuse me, he asked for no pickles.” <——— this would be perfect for him when he’s feeling a bit timid. someone with enough confidence to know how to make him blush & cheese like an idiot would be sexy enough for him! 😁 but when he does eventually pick up some confidence, he’d be taking charge too. anton i think would like someone down to earth, with a style that’s not too cute or too sexy, the right balance between the two. definitely someone cool, laidback, with an effortless sort of beauty. like a messy bun, light makeup, disheveled but in a cool way. nonetheless, someone who can occasionally boss him around when he needs it. o(`ω´ )o
WONBIN (55% cute, 45% sexy) ~ i don’t think he would truly have a preference, i can picture both a sexy and a cute face besides wonbin, so in terms of looks i think either could work. however, if his s/o had a slightly cuter, playful side he’d be over the moon. subconsciously he might wanna be in charge of sexiness in the relationship, so someone who can lean back from time to time and let him take control would make him happy. someone with a pretty smile and a cute laugh which makes people turn heads in the street, like a real beauty he can feel jealous over when men begin to stare at you. maybe someone who can baby him from time to time, in a pure endearing way, not in an embarrassing way. he likes to feel like a pretty princess too! a natural cuteness that doesn’t take much effort would make his heart flutter 100% but also someone who gets his humor and can keep up with his poor flirting attempts.
sungchan + eunseok + seunghan
SUNGCHAN (65% cute, 35% sexy) ~ how do i describe this man… sungchan gives me authoritative figure vibes, almost like a parent or a little guardian angel but more stern. i think he prefers a traditional relationship you know? boyfriend should be tall, big and protective. girlfriend should be short(er than him), cute and in need of big tall boyfriend. would probably find the stereotypical ‘girly’ things attractive like shiny long hair, sweet perfumes, cute accessories, painted nails. maybe someone with a tsundere-like personality (kinda like wonbin) where they have a cute but stubborn side, concealing their warm cuteness. sungchan likes a bit of a challenge so he wouldn’t mind slowly unraveling your flustered & cute self. probably is into long legs too. and he is obsessed with hand measuring, getting down on one knee to tie your shoelaces, seeing you in his clothes etc etc. (the typical cliches) ✋ (>﹏<)
EUNSEOK (75% cute, 25% sexy) ~ when i imagine eunseok with a partner, i imagine a shorter girl with a cute vibe. like the type to wear cute skirts, do her makeup cute and everything. eunseok seems like the protective type, i can see him preferring someone he can take care of and someone who can depend on him, he likes to feel manly and reliable :D eunseok would also prefer someone he can dote on, seeing his partner blush and attempt to swat him away would make his heart race. even if their physical appearance or fashion style isn’t cutesy, he’d like a girl who’s got an overall pure vibe, (i bet he pictures a perfect all white wedding). however he wouldn’t mind the occasional brattiness to make things more interesting, he likes a good provocation sometiems ^_^
SEUNGHAN (80% cute, 20% sexy) ~ i can’t picture seunghan with a bad b*tch partner, even with his confident exterior he does truly seem shy on the inside, so he would prefer someone cute and lovely to bring out his protective ‘manly’ side. to me, he is mr. doter, similar to how he treats sohee he would like a gf who he can tease, adore and spoil - someone he can literally coddle in his arms like a baby, like a doll he can cuddle and kiss at any moment. he’s a cheek pincher and a face squisher, really loves to take out his affections on his partner. i feel like he’d like an “innocent” girl that he can shield from the evils of the world. similar to sungchan, a girl who’s shorter and physically cuter to counter his height and masculinity would be his type. a girl with a bright aesthetic, the type to have a plushie collection. seunghan expects matching sanrio pj’s and loves watching you put on and take off your makeup, loves seeing you go from beautiful to even prettier, in both instances.
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catcze · 6 months
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Hiii catte, just wanted to appreciate your work towards the whoreslay nation I EAT UP everything you put out.
Hmmmm as for wrio thoughts, maybe him making pink coloured tea after finding out it’s your favourite colour 😏 better yet, a pink themed tea party.
(yes I am encouraging you to write something self-indulgent because the yoinking accessories off your person fic has been rotting in my brain despite my irl aesthetic being like wrio. I just think it’s cute :])
Take care and have a lovely day/evening/night✨
anon i literally love youuu thank you for enabling me to be self indulgent tee hee ♡ take care too baby !!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
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It's something so offhanded— you hadn't expected him to give it much importance.
"Something wrong with the tea?" Wriothesley asks one afternoon, brows furrowing when he notices that you had yet to take a sip of your teacup. Instead, you had been staring at your drink for quite some time, lost in thought.
His question startles you out of whatever thoughts you were having, though. "What? Oh— no no, nothing like that. It's just... the color's really pretty," you tell him bashfully, a small smile on your face.
Wriothesley looks down at his own cup in thought. To him it's just... pink? It tasted good, don't get him wrong. Sweeter than some of the other teas he had served before, thanks to the dries strawberries and raspberries that had been infused into the tea. But he didn't realize that it was something you found particularly entrancing.
That one instance with the tea makes him notice something afterwards: you always had something pink on your person. Whether that be a charm, an accessory, a piece of clothing, or if your whole outfit was just the color pink. Even the color of some of the foods you eat— cakes with pink berry cream, milk colored pink with strawberries, you name it. If there's food with anything pink on it, chances are you're going to try it. Wriothesley honestly wonders how he doesn't realize it sooner.
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When you walk up the stairs to Wriothesley's office, you're expecting it to be just any other afternoon tea session with him. Maybe, if he wants to spice things, he got his hands on a foreign blend that he wants you to taste. Maybe he brought some cakes and crepes from a new bakery in the city.
What you are not expecting, however, is for his dark and relatively industrial-looking office to be covered head to toe in pink.
All you can do is gape, mouth open as you try to take in the barrage of pastel pinks, creams, and whites that decorate the whole space. Even Wriothesley himself, who meets you at the landing of the staircase, has donned a little bit of pink against his otherwise black outfit— one of your pink neck ties replaces his usual red, and a heart shaped earring dangles from his ear, both obviously pilfered from your collection.
"What—" you can't help but giggle, giddy and overcome with wonder. "What is this?"
"Nothing special," your boyfriend says humbly, even though what he did means the world to you. "Just wanted to do something nice for you, is all. You really seem to like the color pink, so I thought to myself... giving you a pink tea party is definitely something I can do."
You can feel your heart swell, choking up because damn you love this man so much, and he loves you even more. You can't bring yourself to say anything, can't even will away the tears gathering in your eyes because you're so touched by this sweet, sweet man and all the love he's handed to you on a silver platter. You sniff, and you can already feel the waterworks coming.
Wriothesley panics when he sees the way your lip wobbles and the way your eyes shine with tears. He grimaces, hands immediately going to your arms to hold you and pull you close. And if anything, that just makes you cry even more.
"What's wrong, baby?" he murmurs into your hair, hand petting your back in an attempt to soothe you. You just hiccup, burying into his warm chest even further, neither of you caring about how you're getting tears on his shirt.
You cry for a bit more and Wriothesley lets you, cooing into your ear. He hugs you close, kisses your forehead, and runs his hands through the ends of your hair, carefully undoing any tangles. And when the tears die down, you pull away from his chest with a small sniff, just enough to be able to look at his face.
"All done?" He asks, and you nod, rubbing the tears from your eyes. No doubt you look like a mess— bitten lips, tear stains, swollen eyes and messy hair, but Wriothesley still looks at you like you're the only thing in this world worth looking at.
"Sorry," you begin, voice hoarse, "I- I just really love this—" you cast a glance around the room, eyes tearing up again, but you try your best not to cry this time. "And I just really love you. So, so, so much. You make me so happy," you tell him, leaning close and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Wriothesley's heart races. His face flushes and his hands shake and gods he can feel an itch in his eyes that he does his best to tamp down, because no doubt if he started crying, so would you, and the tea he worked so hard to prepare would go cold, and he can't have that. So he inhales deeply, wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb, and leads you by the hand to the pink table where your pink tea party awaits.
"I love you too, sweetheart," He murmurs, sitting across from you, still holding your hand over the table. "Forever and always."
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reallyromealone · 1 month
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Title: tattoo dates
Pairing: dabi x keigo
Fandom My hero Academia
Warnings: baby reader, single dad Dabi, no quirk au, fluff
☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️
Don't be the step dad, be the dad who stepped up.
The sound of summer could be heard in the early morning of Tokyo, the cool air refreshing for Keigo as he stepped into the small tattoo parlor and taking in all the art on the walls. It was actually quite nice... The parlors he looked at online seemed to try and look more badass but this one was organised and incredibly clean "you're my 8:30, right? Keigo Takami?" What he wasn't expecting based on the aesthetic of the parlor was a black haired man covered head to toe with tattoos and piercings, a loose fitting worn tank top that looked intentionally worn out and a pair of black cargo pants and god Keigo was thankful he was wearing sunglasses as he noticed a feint outline.
"That's me~ thanks for fitting me in so early!"
"Yeah, whatever... You wanted a back tattoo right? Do you have a picture?" Dabi was tired, his kid was sleeping in the other room as it was too early to take him to daycare today and the little guy wasn't feeling well so he didn't want him far away "so serious ~ trying to be all tough for me?" Keigos charm was not working as Dabi rolled his eyes "get on the table and take off your shirt" the black haired man said as Keigo pouted but sent him the reference as their phones touched, hopping on the table and removing his shirt.
"Wings?"
"Red ones" hawks said as he rested his cheek on his fore arm, arms crossed over one another relaxed as he felt the other prepare the tattoo and sanitize his back "what shade?" Dabi asked softly as he prepared the tattoo pen "a bright red...crimson almost"
Dabi was focused, the mirror infront of the table, full length and clean as crystal thus giving Keigo a full view of his tattoos arms flexing under the florescent lights "your parlor is much different the others" Keigo said breaking the silence as the needle hit his skin "yeah, gotta keep things clean..." He said simply, Keigo noting how everything was kept at least 3 feet off the floor or locked away.
Music played softly in the background as Dabi worked away "so what do you do for fun?"
"Don't have much time for hobbies" Dabi said simply, the detail he was putting into it was impressive especially the price the other was paying "really? How come?" Keigo asked curiously and the black haired man looked at him from the mirror "being a dad doesn't give much free time"
"You're a dad?"
"Yeah, eight month old... He's sleeping in the other room right now" it was rather early Keigo thought, having booked out of hours for security reasons "I see..."
The two worked for another hour and a half till Keigo was given a break, looking at the work so far he was quite impressed as Dabi went to the other room to check on the kid "hope you don't mind, he's pretty chill so he won't cause issue"
Ok, why was this man so attractive holding a kid? What the fuck.
Keigo tried not to look flustered as the tiny baby looked back sleepily, drinking his bottle calmly before being set in his play pen that was off to the side "normally I don't keep kid stuff here..." (Name) babbled softly as he played with his toys, fully content doing his own thing as dad was fairly close "you ready to continue?"
By the end of the session, Keigo smiled at the babe who was vibing "your total will be 900" the detail on the wings were insane, best work the other has done as Keigo smiled "thanks for being normal... Most places freaked out when they met me"
"Who are you?" Dabi asked blankly and Keigo looked startled but smiled "just an actor, ya know?" Dabi shrugged as the actor paid for his tattoo, (name) snuggling into his dad's arms as the actor left.
But that wouldn't be for long.
Keigo showed up for another tattoo, though this one would have to be in phases as (name) had a doctor's appointment "yeah, he has teeth growing in... So gotta make sure it's going alright" (name) was chewing on a cold teething ring as Keigo booped his forehead, the babe looking confused but didn't do much else.
"A date?" Dabi raised an eyebrow as Keigo leaned over the counter "yeah, I found a good restaurant and it has a kids menu... Maybe mashed potatoes for the big guy over there" (name) looked up as he was chewing on his dad's fingers "you know what a date means right? Were a package deal, he comes first" dabi was deathly serious and Keigo smiled "absolutely"
"Then wine and dine me pretty boy"
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blackopals-world · 8 months
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What Nurseries would the fem!AU(Yuus) build
(Look I have baby fever and I'm tired of fighting it)
Vet!FemYuu
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Stuffed animals everywhere
Doesn't care if it's a boy or girl they aren't changing it.
Every book will be animal fables
Is praying for the baby to be a beastman but just wants a healthy baby.
Got a bunch of teething toys just in case the kid has their milk teeth come early.
Rainforest noise machine
Once the baby is a few months they are going everywhere in a sling.
The baby will meet all of Yuu's patients and will be constantly covered in fur and feathers.
If the baby becomes interested in fish like their aunt Yuu will cry. She won't let her win!
Marine Biologist!FemYuu
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A bit chaotic in decoration
Let's Azul decorate it the first time and cried because it was beige like those weird rich people who only care about aesthetic but have no real sense of style. Like, no color? Babies need color!
Yuu cries while explaining (it's the hormones)
She hates beige
Azul wouldn't argue with a pregnant woman
She wants sushi but doesn't know if she can have it if the baby is half mer.
They installed a tank in the room just encase the baby is a mer
The tweels are banned from holding the baby until the kid can sit up on their own.
Took the baby to swim classes to awaken their natural instincts to swim like all babies even especially fishy babies.
Chef!femYuu
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Red and gold for good luck and prosperity.
Pandas for peace and protection.
She wanted everything to be traditional but knows how demanding it will be.
No hot foods, no crab, no lamb, mutton, no sushi, no soft cheese, no soft serve ice cream.
She's dying.
After the baby is born a feast of pig trotters, eggs, cakes, chicken and gelatinous rice is served. She will dye the eggs red.
The baby will get an anti-usog bracelet at birth
She is superstitious so no one will see the baby's clothes before birth.
Noble!FemYuu
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Too much? Yeah.
Unfortunately, she insisted due to family tradition. Every child must use this crib first.
The baby has a different crib in every room so it doesn't matter.
Everyone needs to know how precious this baby is. The need to see this crib from space.
More silk! More pillows! More toys! More!More! More!
This baby will have like five names.
This baby will be lorded over the masses as the perfect example of a baby.
Portraits will be painted of this baby that will one day be hung in great halls and later art galleries.
Yuu is way too excited and honestly, even the baby is fed up.
She trying her best.
Special Forces!femYuu
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We all know who the father is.
Yep, Rook designed this room
Doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl either.
Yuu was way too tired to stop him and she didn't even try to stop him.
Rook really wants a girl and will try again if it doesn't happen. (he was going to try again anyways)
You'd think he was giving birth with the effort he put in.
Yuu would make him do it if she could. But alas.
The couple was using their pet bunnies as pseudo babies while prepping for the pregnancy. They bunnies weren't happy except for one.
Pistolet the weirdo. Rook's favorite and the dumb one. He was also the future baby's best friend.
Yuu is an iron woman honestly, she shows no pregnancy symptoms while Rook has sympathy pregnancy symptoms.
They eat shaved ice and watch war movies together. Couple goals.
Gardener!FemYuu
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A little English cottage nursery
Very whimsical
The baby isn't actually going to use a crib until they are whined because Yuu insisted on co-sleeping despite what the doctor said.(don't do this)
Yuu wanted to deliver the same way as her mother and her mother's mother. In field, by themselves, while harvesting the crops. Have that sucker out in an hour, swaddle it, and back to work.
That didn't happen. They went to a hospital and iron woman over here was put on extended bed rest after giving birth to a big ass baby. Beautiful too.
(???)!Fem?Yuu
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They can have kids??
By who?
How?
I mean it's nice but I'm still confused?
Good for them?
You sure that baby isn't a cryptid? That thing has a lot of hair. Looks like that girl from "The Ring". That's alot of hair.
Well, good luck with your hairy baby.
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mwolf0epsilon · 2 months
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Jesse: Some brothers are just born with it...
Dogma: With what?
Jesse: Flawless skin, stunning lashes, a photogenic profile and amazing hair.
Dogma: ... So I take it more than half of the men sitting at this table is unlucky then.
Hardcase, choking on his caf because he's burst out laughing:
Jesse: You little-- Do you have functioning eyes?!
Dogma: I do. Anyone with big facial tattoos doesn't have flawless skin, so that's one strike for you, Hardcase and myself. Tup, Kix and Fives get a pass because theirs are worked into their overall aesthetic and don't cover too much ground. You and Hardcase don't have hair, and mine is gelled back so tight my temples hurt, while Kix and Rex pass that one because their fades are very well maintained, with Kix having a very intricate pattern. Hardcase burnt off the tips of his eyelashes yesterday, and you keep picking at yours so they're a bit sparser.
Hardcase: Uh, I never noticed Jesse picks at his eyelashes...
Dogma: Nervous tick. He does it when he's stressed.
Jesse, doing it right now: No I don't!
Kix: That's unsanitary vod, you can't mess with food and then pick near your eyes... You'll give yourself something.
Jesse: That's besides the point! Tell me then Dogma, you said more than half of us aren't born with it. Who are in the remaining quarter then?
Dogma: Tup, Fives and Kix in that order. They look great at any angle. I just noticed the scar on the captain's chin so he's disqualified.
Rex: Uh... I forgot that was there.
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praisethesuuun · 1 year
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I love your blog~ 💖
If you take requests for the moment. how about some headcanons for simps on the human side? what about the headcanons Nikola, Nostradamus and Qin Shi Huang being just complete simps for reader? (If there are too many, only Nikola Tesla is fine!)
(sorry for my bad english)
Of course I can do that! And your english is pretty good too😌☀️Hope you like it, anon❤️
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RoR characters headcanons: them being total simps for you! pt.2
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QIN SHI HUANG
🌟This man, THIS MAN, will be so obvious! Seriously, he doesn't even try to hide it, all the inhabitants of his kingdom know the way he courts you, proposing you over and over again to become his queen (even if you refuse just for fun, what a tease~)
🌟Qin's way to show love and affection it's through gifts. At the court of the emperor of China, it is customary to organize banquets and parties with the other sovereigns, to establish alliances and borders, so it's not uncommon for them to bring precious gifts from their territories. Here, Qin will entrust to you all those he deems worthy of your attention.
🌟But love also has a dark side, and that's the jealousy it brings. It is well known by now that Qin Shin Huang has concubines, the same ones he has deprived of all kind of attention since you arrived. As soon as he realized the dangers you were in, Qin became more protective, sending the concubines away and giving you a wing of the palace to yourself.
🌟You are always accompanied by his most trusted guards, his way of making you feel his closeness despite being forced to spend his days working.
🌟"My king, what are you doing out of tour chambers at night?" you ask him, leaning against the doorpost of your room with sleepy eyes, your body covered only by a velvet tunic. "Let me in, my queen. No one will interrupt us at this hour" Qin answered, smiling and taking off his blindfold, before kissing you.
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NIKOLA TESLA
⚙️Please, Tesla would treat you exactly like the most beautiful gift of nature there is. He would let you preview his inventions, enjoying the amazement in your eyes and the wonder that accompanies your every move.
⚙️The greatest gift he can give you is to confide in you: completely venting all the anger he felt in the past, about his brother and how difficult it was to get over the loss. He would hold you close to him, showing his every weakness and wetting your shirt with his tears.
⚙️"I'll call this one...Y/N, my wife!" "You will NOT call the invention like this" "But-" "No"
⚙️Each time, Tesla wastes no time asking you for advice on the design of its new machines, their names or any other aesthetic component. He loves you so much that he wants to put a part of you into what he creates, for science!
⚙️His favorite thing to do is hold your hands. It makes him feel your closeness at all times, reminding him that there is not only him and science, but something much more intense.
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NOSTRADAMUS
💫It's all about teasing! To put up with it should become a sport: he would dress up as you using your clothes all the time (even panties, depending on his mood) and deceiving others with his impersonation of you.
💫Even though his company may seem unpleasant, in reality, Nostradamus would help you overcome your uncertainties. Whenever you need him, he won't hesitate to read the stars for you, using the opportunity to highlight the wonderful future you will build together.
💫If you're sad, this little pain in the ass he will make sure to lift your mood in any way possible, going out of his way to get a laugh out of you. He would use all his jackster talent to stop the tears from welling in your eyes.
💫Of course, Nostradamus would take you on some of his adventures. When he pretended to be Brunhilde, he managed to trick you too, bringing you after him and disguising you as Göll. It's a lost case *sigh*
💫His way of showing affection is physical contact, so be prepared for him to stick to you. His gift of predicting the future can be a doom, leading him to not have full certainty of the thousands of visions he interprets. That's why he loves you: you are his only certainty.
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helpwhatsthis · 2 months
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Will We Both Go Home Alive?- e.m.
rockstar! vampire! eddie munson x ex gf! reader
Authors Note: This is something from the hellhole of my brain that I randomly came up with. This is probably shit but I just wanted to get it out.
Summary: Eddie died in the Upside-Down; expect, he didn't. He came back, became the hero of Hawkins, and left his girlfriend of a year in the dust. She hates him, but that doesn't stop her from getting a job that allows her to sleep with as many of his idols as she can. So on Halloween night in North Carolina; they finally give each other a piece of their minds. (Takes place in 1991)
Word Count: 3300+
Warning: lots of talk of blood and biting (general vampire shit,) angst, SMUT!!, reader has lots of tattoos and piercings but other than that- nothing is described about looks, scientist/government fuckery, reader is a groupie with a job title, allusions to both Eddie and reader being depresses, weird vampire induced bodily connection??, one mention of eddie having a dick piercing
Okay, so you can admit to yourself that this was probably a bad idea. 
A terrible idea even? 
But, fuck- it’d been a hard fucking week. 
Being a roadie (and a groupie, but that was something you were only allowed to call yourself) was normally a fun job. You honestly can’t even remember why you’d agreed to work every day of the devil’s night music fest. 
At the time, you couldn’t see a downside. A whole week of doing the job you loved? Falling into a new rockstar’s bed every night for a week straight? Getting to meet all of your favorite bands, some for the second time? Getting plastered on Halloween after a hard day of work? They all seemed like reasons to do the job. 
Avoiding Eddie all fucking week should have been enough to cancel out all of those; you just hadn’t been thinking clearly. 
You sure as hell were thinking about it now that he was standing two people away from you at the bar. Maybe you’d get lucky and he wouldn’t recognize you. You had changed a lot since Hawkins. A lot since him. 
At the time, you’d barely been a touch of Eddie Munson’s most depraved fantasies. If 19 year old Eddie could see you now, he’d probably jizz his thrifted jeans. 
Now, you were covered in tattoos. It was a large contrast to the one small stick ‘n poke that you both had on your wrists. Plus, there was the metal piercing through nearly every part of your body that you were comfortable with. You nose- septum and sides. Your right eyebrow. Your bottom lip. All the way up your ears. Your nipples. 
You’d changed your hair since then too, both in length and color (multiple times.) 
So it’s fine, right? Eddie won’t notice you. He’s drunk and the music is loud and he’s probably too busy trying to strike up a partnership with one of the many, many artists here tonight. 
He looks so fucking good though. You’d seen him when he was out performing, and the two of you don’t look much different as far as aesthetics go. Both slutty, inked, and pierced. He looks pale too. Skin nearly translucent. You won’t lie, it offsets his scars and body art well. 
You’d been watching him the whole night trying to keep some distance. He keeps taking drinks out of a little flask tucked in the pocket of his leather pants. Everytime he does, his eyes seem more alive and his skin is a little more flushed. 
So the feds never had been able to sort out his little problem after he died. 
Worst of all though is that you two are practically matching. He’s got on a tight, cropped fishnet top to match the ones underneath his distressed leather pants. They’re practically identical to the ones under your leather dress. 
It’s cool though. It’s fine. 
You and Eddie Munson are long lost history. He’d made that totally obvious when he ran off to California in August of 1986. “Trailer park kid Edward Muson saves town of Hawkins after being framed by serial murderer Jason Carver.” The headlines read, and all it had taken was one interview about Eddie’s life for agents to be lining up to sign him. 
Fucking prick, leaving you in the dust after everything. You deserved better than that. You’d ripped him out of the upside down. You’d restarted his heart in the back of Steve’s beamer. You’d helped Dustin formulate the story that turned him from killer to hero. You’d been his own personal blood bank and sex doll after he’d changed down there. 
You’d been the perfect fucking girlfriend, and he’d left you without a thank you or goodbye. 
‘Fuck him.’ You think, throwing back your shot and slamming it down on the bartop. 
“Hey babydoll, wanna share your next round with me?” A soft voice asks, hand that’s calloused on the side rubbing over your shoulder. Drummer- your brain clicked it instantly. 
This was good. You like drummers. They’re soft and rough all at the same time. They don’t have the ego of a frontman. 
This is really good. 
“Only if you’re not gonna try to outdrink me baby, I’ve heard that one way too many times tonight.” You giggle.
This is what you’re good at, you’ve had years of practice. 
But your talents don’t extend when you look up to see Gareth Emerson grinning down at you. 
Something is his face changes, brows furrowing. 
‘Play it cool and get the fuck out of here.’ 
“What’s the matter, baby.” You hum in a sultry manner, but it misses the mark due to your shaky voice. 
He’s still looking at you intensely, and you can feel the shift in the way he’s touching you. It’s no longer the calculated graze of skin from someone looking to score. It’s a soft extension of closeness of someone who’s trying to decipher if they’re doing something wrong. 
“You remind me of someone I used to know…” He trails, thinking. Thinking way too hard for your liking. 
“Oh honey, I’m not into guys who can’t stop thinking about their ex.” You say softly, barely audible over the music. 
“Yeah, he’s bad about that.” A laugh comes from behind you, making you tense. Gareth’s eyes spring up to look at Eddie behind you. Your hands that were once casually planted on his chest are now tightly gripping his flannel, because some things never change about people. 
His eyes flick down to you, but now they look accusing. He knows it’s you. Your eyes are pleading up at him. 
“Don’t.” You whisper, knowing that he can only read it on your lips. His eyes widen in surprise, and he opens his mouth; about to speak. “Gare-bear please?” You beg, hands fisting in his shirt a little tighter. 
Just as his eyes soften and a small little grin breaks across his face; a pair of hands work over your ass. They land on the fat of your hips and squeeze. 
“If you’re open to it, babe; you could always help me teach him how to touch someone new.” 
You can’t help that you gag. Eddie’s hands fly off you and Gareth firmly grabs your shoulders. 
“Fuck y/n, are you okay.” He panics, asking before he can think. 
You don’t have time to think either, because the next thing you register is being pulled out of Gareth’s grasp and slammed into the edge of the bar by Eddie’s hands on your hips. You gasp, looking up into his eyes that are already glaring down at you. 
“Get the fuck off me!” You try to yell. It comes out as a whimper as you shove on Eddie’s shoulder with no real force. You’re too mesmerized by having those big, doe eyes on you again after nearly five years. 
“What are you doing here?” His voice comes out as a growl, and you nearly go limp at the sound of it. 
“Fuck you.” You spit angrily. You’ve been wanting to tell him off since the day he left. You wanted to tell him how you hate him. How big of an asshole he is. Hell, there were even nights where you wish you’d fucking left him there. 
You’re about to do just that when he throws you over his shoulder and begins walking. 
“Put me down, fuck face!” You scream, punching his ass with the sides of your fists. 
It doesn’t deter him in the slightest. So you start thrashing. You’re kicking your legs and yelling and hitting. 
“Eddie! Fucking let go of me!” You sob out, not even realizing you had started crying. 
He doesn’t let go until he’s slamming you down in the back of a limo. You hadn’t even realized you left the club. 
He shuts the door tightly. You take that as your chance to try and jump over him. You don’t know what you’re thinking. You just need to get out. You need to run. You never want to be this close to him again. 
He grabs you easily, shoving you back down to the wide floor with a hand on your chest. 
It clicks then. A fear you hadn’t felt in a long time. The type of fear you felt the first time he came at you in the hospital. The day that they’d finally put a word on what Eddie was now. The reason he was alive and healing so fast. The reason he had seemingly gained fifteen pounds in muscle mass in the same night he fucking died. 
The reason he almost drained you dry on the floor, before two guys in black suits and Hopper ripped him off of you. 
You felt like a wounded animal, trapped in a cage. 
So, you start screaming again. You start hitting and clawing and kicking. Eddie’s unbothered though. He leans over you, using his body weight to force your movements to stop. He grabs your jaw hard to make you stop screaming. 
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He gits through his teeth. You can barely see him through the tears blurring your vision.
“Fuck off.” You cry, trying to turn your face away from him. 
“Damnit-” He huffs. “Sweetheart, please just fucking answer me.” He begs. 
Your heart warms suddenly, tears coming impossible faster. Your hands that had previously been pushing on his shoulders move so that you’re hugging him by his neck. You pull his full weight onto you. 
“Teddy-” You whine into his chest. 
Eddie's movements are calculated and awkward as he lifts you. His hands are cradling your head in the crook of his neck and rubbing softly at your lower back as he sits down. 
He doesn't make any effort to remove you from his lap after he's seated. He just lets you sit; holding him in your arms like you never want to let go, because you don’t. 
He takes the time to observe the parts of you that he can see. Many intricate tattoos peek at him from beneath the nets covering your legs, and he swears he can feel something poking his chest from beneath your dress. 
Worst of all is the way he can smell you. Smell the salt of your tears. Your sweat. The blood that he can practically feel buzzing under your skin from how fast your heart is pumping-
Your heart. Your blood. 
All things you invade his senses. 
"I hate you." You whimper softly, and it feels like someone is ripping his synthetically beating heart from his chest. 
"I know, baby." He mumbles, moving to nose at your pulse. He knows he shouldn’t but he really can’t help it. 
All week he’d been on edge. Everywhere he’d gone in the venue, he could just barely catch trails of something that smelled so distinctly like you. He knew it couldn’t be, but that hadn’t stopped him from letting his mind get fixated on you. How was he supposed to focus on doing his job when his body was screaming at him to find the source of the smell and rip it apart?
He’s trying to hold himself back from doing just that right now. 
He knows he shouldn’t be this close to you. He knows how bad this is for him. 
He knows for sure that if anyone caught him in this position with you right now, they’d lock him in a padded room to “detox” for a week. 
This new life he had- this “job,” was supposed to keep him away from you. That’s what Owens had said. It was better for him to cut all contact and just leave. There was nothing that could be done about the situation your existence had put him in. 
How had they explained it to him then, in the cage that was made to look like a therapist's office? That he’d died. He’d died from those bat bites, and in the period of nothingness between dying and coming back- your own blood had gotten into one of the bites. 
That’s why nothing he tasted or touched would never give him that truly full feeling that he had with you. That’s why it was so hard for him to stop every time his teeth forced their way into your skin. 
So, that’s why he knows he shouldn’t be carrying you from the limo and up the steps to the beach house he shared with the boys.  
He knows this is going to end badly, but he can’t stop. Not now. Not when you’re so close to him. Not when he has a chance to finally feel whole again. 
There’s so much he needs to do, to tell you. He needs to thank you for everything you’d done for him in those months after. He needs to make sure you know that his time with you before the change was the best year of his life. 
He wants to tell you that he’ll never stop loving you- missing you- craving you. 
So many things are running through his mind as he fumbles with the lock. Your head finally surfaces from his neck, teary eyes shining in the moonlight as you gaze at him. 
“What is it, sweetheart?” He asks softly, forehead falling to rest on yours. He feels your breath sudder as it fans on his lips. 
“Don’t open the door if you’re just gonna slam it in my face again.” As you say it, your face scrunches in pain. 
He makes quick work of opening the door. 
You don’t even take time to look at your surroundings. All the questions you’ve had over the years about the boys’ lives take a back-seat; because you can’t stop looking at him. 
You gently register that you're in the kitchen when he sets you down. It feels like slow motion as his hands slide up your body, you can see him trying to memorize every part of you along the way. They finally land on your face. He holds you so softly as he looks into your eyes. 
“You have every right to hate me,” He whispers, thumb trailing along your bottom lip. “but right now; I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna listen. When I’m done, you can still be as angry with me as you want.” He sounds stern as he says it, but tears are lining his eyes. “You have to promise me that you’re not going to be mad at anyone else. Not Dustin, or Hopper, or anyone.” Your face contorts in confusion. 
“Why would I-” One of his hands leaves your face, reaching to squeeze your hand. 
“Promise me.” He growls. It’s low and deep, and you have to force yourself from pushing your thighs together. His eyes squeeze shut, because he can fucking smell it. He hates this. He hates that he bit you. He hates that no matter what, he’ll always have this effect on you because he couldn’t stop himself. 
“I promise.” You nod, squeezing his hand back. He huffs, looking away from you. Your hands rest on his jaw, thumbs rubbing softly; because he looks like he’s in pain and you hate it. “Talk to me, Teddy.” 
“I didn’t wanna leave, baby. I swear.” He sounds desperate, choking on his words. “I never wanted to leave you there. You should have been with me.” He finally looks back at you, tears running down his face. “That was always the dream right? I would make it big and you would be there. I never wanted to have a future without you in it.” 
“Eds-” You whine, hands running into his hair as he moves his forehead back to yours. 
“I really didn’t want to. I mean it, but the moment they said it was safer for you-” A quiet cry rips from his throat. “I knew I had to. They said that if things kept going the way they were, I would exhaust your body and you would die. I knew I couldn’t stop. It’s not even my fault though. When we were down there, something happened. I’m never gonna stop needing you because your blood was the only living thing that was in my body after I died. Then, when I bit you- I made you need me to. You were the first living thing I ever bit. We’re connected, but baby I was willing to do anything so that I wouldn’t kill you. So when they told me I had to leave you, I did.” 
You sit there for a second, just looking at him while he tries to pull himself together. 
“Say something.” He begs, eyes staring into yours. 
“Kiss me.” You hum, smiling up at him. 
“What?” His brows furrow. He moves to pull away from you, but you hold tightly. 
“You’re not gonna hurt me Eddie. Kiss me.” 
So he does, and he doesn’t stop. 
He doesn’t stop until he’s dropping you into his bed. Somewhere along the way, the clothes had been abandoned. Now, he stares down at you, taking in all of your scars.
“You have time to look later, honey. Right now, I need to prove to you that the only thing killing me is being without you.” 
He nods, wasting no time in taking the skin of your neck between his teeth. The moment the skin rips around his fangs it feels euphoric. It feels like your finally home. He drinks, not only your blood but also the sounds you make as he needs your chest. You let him take his time. You worry that you might just cum from the way he moans at the taste of you. 
“Need you inside, Teddy.” You whine when he ruts into your thigh. He pulls back from you, blood coating his chin. The sight makes you grin, pulling him into a kiss. The taste of your own blood coats your tongue as he pushes into your cunt. 
“Fuck!” Eddie whines into your mouth. He can’t even give you time to adjust, pushing in all the way. “Feels so fucking good, sweetheart.” He moans, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in. 
You can’t even speak. It’s too good to form words. You’d forgotten the nearly inhuman size of him, and it hurts after years of only fucking rockstars with coke-cock. 
“You okay?” He panics at your silence. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his deep red ones. 
“Fuck me like you’re apologizing for making me live without you.” You smile. 
“Oh trust me baby, I was planning on it.” He grins, beginning to slam into you. 
It’s a blur of grabbing at one another and nearly screaming each other's names. You both watch him slide in and out, hearing the sounds of skin on skin mixed with his growls makes tears fall down your face. 
“Don’t know how long I’m gonna last, babe. You’re so tight and you look so fucking beautiful.” He whimpers, fingers moving to play with your clit. 
“S’okay.” You promise, fingers clawing at his back as his pierced head hits your cervix. “We have plenty of time Eds- oh fucking God!” Your scream when his teeth rip into the junction between your shoulder and neck. 
It feels like your whole body is being lifted. It’s an otherworldly feeling- the pain of how big he is compared to how hard you're squeezing him mixed with a high to strong it makes your vision go white. 
“Love you-” He pants, and you can just barely register the feeling of him filling you. “I love you so fucking much.” He says, pressing kisses to your temple. 
“I love you too.” You promise. 
Two months later, the headlines would say things like “Rockstar Eddie Muson of Corroded Coffin reunited with girlfriend from before fame.” Hopper would call him and tell him how stupid he’s being. Owens would schedule you for routine check-ups. Everyone would worry. 
You and Eddie wouldn’t care. You’re both finally happy, finally whole again. He may be dangerous, but you know he would never hurt you; and now he knows it too. He’s never leaving you again. 
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aisquaredchoco · 16 days
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A small discovery about plant meshes I wanted to share..
This is a converted plant from TS4 Cottage Living. Looks fine, right?
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BUT. If you're fond of using bright or vibrant colors in recoloring objects, it will become like this:
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a closer look:
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As you can see there's color bleeding around the plant edges, and it follows the object's color you set it up with (again, very obvious when you use bright colors).
This is a 1x1 wall object, just a small one so the effect doesn't look too obvious when zooming out. But once you work on bigger meshes it becomes a problem (well, at least aesthetically).
The culprit: a mask that covers every part of the mesh, including the part where the plant overlay is supposed to be. Example below (mask part set with lower opacity to show which areas are covered)
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The workaround:
As said above, the problem is triggered by covering the plant overlay with the mask, so the solution is to avoid covering it (as in leave the plant overlay part transparent).
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And also this only happens when you give the object a single recolorable channel (red only mask). When you enable the second (green) channel the color bleeding will magically disappeear.
And here's another waaaaay more sensible solution. As I brought this problem up at @ts3creatorscave Discord, @deniisu (thank you very much! 😊) advised: to cover the plant overlay area as black (0,0,0/#000000) so that it won't be touched by the color channels. (left: mask + multiplier with the mask at around 50% opacity, right: actual mask)
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And as a result, you'll not have bleeding plant edges anymore, no matter how bright you recolor your object as you wanted.
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Random Hobie Headcanons [Prt.1]
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me screaming about Hobie Brown just existing like these are just random headcanons of him doing fuck all and chilling but uuhhh this is also so long i had to split it in two parts so this is part one
chronic hobie brainrot u know how it is _______________________________________________
He's actually a fairly high ranking member of the Society
I like to think that Hobie - like Jessica and Ben - has a high ranking position in the Society
Even though he didn't mean for this to happen
Hobie's really good at working with teams, and persuading people. He's been Spider-man for a while, plus he has unique experience
He broke the barrier that 3 spider-people couldn't - sorry Miles you didn't loosen anything
Hobie would probably just ace every mission. In like record time
Miguel and Lyla watching it go from HQ and Lyla's like 'Oh, he's gooodd.'
The watches get a bug and need an update - but low and behold, Hobie knew about the bug and fixed his watch weeks ago. Chumps.
They need advice in taking down a particular anomally and Hobie is the only one with ideas that work -
And sure he may take the piss out of everyone and walk around HQ like he either owns the place or is about to burn it down but they can't tell him anything
He's just that good
I could see him helping out new trainees (and radicalizing them), checking in on every new recruit to see if they have a place to stay.
And Miguel respects that. Miguel isn't heartless, he cares about the society. And even though Hobie isn't doing it for him he appreciates the work Hobie puts in
Miguel probably knows Hobie is friends with Gwen, and that he was the one who stepped up when Jess wasn't
He loves to read
It just makes sense
With all the knowledge of anarchy and stuff, I assume he kinda has to be
I love the idea of Hobie and worn paper-back books that he reads again and again
All well loved, all second (or third, or fourth-) hand.
I imagine he reads a lot of non-fiction, and his favorite genre is history
He doesn't know why, but his brain loves reading about it and understanding the communities that existed in different times
But there are some fiction favorites he has, The Giver being one of them
He donates all the ones he doesn't absolutely need, leaving a sticky note in the front cover with a comment, same way he left one on Gwen's new watch
Hobie is a minimalist in morals
But not like the 'all white-house' aesthetic, but like the 'choosing to live with and on less to respect yourself, people around you and the world'
Everything he owns is second hand, and he likes finding really old cheap stuff, cause it connects back to the history thing
Every couch he's ever owned he's found on a street curb
He doesn't have much clothes, most of the stuff he does have were gifts, or from bands and shows
Instead, he goes to community swap-meets, and swaps his clothes for new ones every couple of months
He LOVES seeing other people in the punk scene wearing a shirt he'd swapped months ago, knowing it's gotten a second life
Hobie genuinelly tries not to throw things away if he can help it. Not in a hoarders way, but in an environmentally respectful way.
If he doesn't want it, he'll barter it away, or gift it to someone who'd like it, or make something new.
Even if something is broken, he'll try to gift it to someone who can fix it than trash it. He'd rather leave his busted TV at the door of a repair shop than a back-alley dumpster
He's low food-waste too
He's like 'Miguel bruv we don't waste empanadas in this house' and takes them for himself
He tries to finish everything on his plate (past survival tactic), but now he'll save it for later. Hobie be tearing leftovers UP.
He makes the choice to not carry money
Connects to the minimalist thing, also an anti-capitalist thing
Hobie doesn't like carrying money. As a personal thing.
Fuck he look like keeping pictures of the Queen in his pocket - absolutely not.
He barters everything he can - and he's good at it. He has an extensive network in the underground punk scene of London, and everyone helps out everyone
Weirdly enough, I feel like if you were dating him he's always ask for a fiver or ten quid or something because he genuinely doesn't carry money or change but somehow he's carrying a rare swiss army knife from 1935
But on the inverse side, if he ever comes across money for some reason, he'll have you 'hold it' in you wallet (just give it to you)
To him, it doesn't matter. He doesn't want to be attached to it. It's genuinely a moral he tries to live by.
He loves cats
He has a picture of a cat on his nightstand in his intro
I bet he has multiple indoor cats
But I also imagine Hobie being really interested and connected in the street cats in the neighborhood he lives and frequents (bonus point if cats are his special interest!)
He names them and knows their faces. Feeds them and checks up on them, tries to take care of them best he can
The ones who get hurt or a little old or weak become boat-cats, and they come live with him
He'll feed them fish from the river - and they always eat before he eats breakfast
None of them have bells or collars, they're not his pets - they're his little friends
He had 'weird' but practical eating habits
Hobie eats standing up.
He'll open the fridge and eat right there. He'll set the bowl on the table then stand in front the TV eating. He goes to the food court and doesn't sit down, just walks about
He's use to eating on the street, so to him, it's comfortable
He grew up going to Gregg or Tesco and eating outside. Grabbing something from the chip shop and scranning it as fast as he can before the rain starts coming down
He actually likes food, and wish he could get more into it - but fuck, he'll never be like those snobs that eat $500 dollar dishes at shitty restaurants
Small routines
In the morning, he takes the boat to the docks. Brush his teeth and get ready for the day
Next he feeds the cats that stay by the water, eating breakfast and playing records
He doesn't make his bed, but he checks all the parts of the boat's engine, just a good once over, and makes sure everything's running right
And then he HAS to say hi to all the people on the docks who know him - old men who'd been working there for decades, delighted when Hobie offered to help them unionize
He always reads before bed too, or on restless nights, he writes songs - practices new songs.
if you read this far, thanks! let me know if any of this mattered at all or if youre like 'sib what does any of this got to do with anything of importance bye have a good day and/or night
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the-kr8tor · 8 months
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Thread the needle
Thread the Needle Masterlist
Prologue >>> Chapter 1
God, you're so late for class. Your white sneakers squeak against the linoleum floor, feet running as fast as you can. Your hastily thrown backpack struggles to cling on to your arm. You regret going out last night, on a school night too.
Almost running past the classroom, your feet skid to a stop in front of the door. Taking a breather you take a second to fix your appearance, fixing your backpack properly, breathing out a puff of air, you mentally ready for the weird stares thrown your way once you open the door.
You open the door with a loud creek from the old hinges, cursing the metal for the loud intrusion. Grimacing from the sound, your eyes roam around the room, surprised to see that the professor's late too. You sigh in relief, sitting down in your station, you decide to clean up the mess that you left yesterday in haste.
While picking up loose threads, misshapen cloths and cluttered tools littered around your space, you accidentally listen in on a conversation.
"Did you hear? About our last project?"
"Yeah, I have a friend from the other class, heard it's a doozy. Can't believe Mrs. Williams' making it forty percent of our final grade "
Unbelievable, you thought. And here you go thinking that taking fashion as your major was gonna be easy. You sigh, pondering what kind of next stress is gonna befall you.
Suddenly the door opens with a loud creaking sound– your ever fashionable professor saunters in, clad in her stiletto heels, posture perfect and neck always covered in pearls. God, you want to be her when you grow up.
She stands tall in front of the whiteboard.
"Since this is your last two months here, I'm gonna make this last project the biggest and hardest one you've ever done," she doesn't beat around the bush, going straight to the point, speaking in her posh accent, making elegant gestures as she talks, "This final project will be sixty percent of your final grade, therefore if you fail this you might not graduate this year"
Various sounds of protests can be heard around the room, some groaning in pain, others straight up scream in anguish, but you just look at Mrs. Williams like she grew a second head.
Sixty percent?! This close to graduation? Does she not want anybody to graduate? You think, biting your tongue just in case it slips out.
"You've gotta be joking Mrs. W!" A classmate of yours shares your sentiment.
"Do I look like I'm someone who makes jokes, Flash?" The professor raises a neat eyebrow, side eyeing your classmate.
Fuckety, fuck fuck. You internally swear. This is so much worse than forty percent. Outside you might look calm but inside you feel like spontaneously combusting right there on your chair.
Mrs. Williams stares at her class silently. The entire room feeling the dark aura she exudes, they all clam up immediately.
"The project - find someone, I do not care if you're already close, or you're strangers to each other. Just someone who's willing to model for you-"
"For the record everyone, I'm available" Flash interrupts the professor, with one look from her, he sits back down defeated and embarrassed.
"This project requires you to make an outfit," she continues, staring daggers at your classmate "not just any other piece you have ever made. You have to cooperate with your model, in creating it."
That's easy enough you thought, you've already worked with models before, like changing some aspects of the clothing to match their sizes, and changing some designs if they're not comfortable wearing it.
Mrs. Williams raises her index finger, "This outfit, it has to encompass the both of you, so it's a requirement, a necessity, to pick a model that has an entirely different style from you"
Different style? Your mind goes to him immediately, with his heavy leather boots, spiked accessories, and overall Punk aesthetic, compared to your fluffy cardigans, sneakers and plain button ups. He's perfect for this project. The only problem is how in the world are you gonna convince THE Hobie Brown, your best friend of ten years, to model in front of the entire graduating class.
Mrs. Williams' voice brings you back to the present. "They, whoever you pick, must be willing to fully participate in making, and modeling it. They don't even have to be a student here, all that matters is that the final product must be a perfect blend of both yours and their style"
Flash raises his hand this time "How would you know that they have a different style from us?"
"Next meeting you must bring them, and" she emphasizes the last word "a picture of them with a timestamp from a year or two ago, this prevents cheating. And if I ever find out that you edited the photo's timestamp, don't even think about graduating"
"Um, ma'am, when are we presenting it?" A brave classmate of yours raises their hand.
"You have a month to work on it, the show will be three weeks before graduation, if you'll even be qualified for it"
You swallow down your anxiety at her last comment. Bringing Hobie in class will be a bitch and a half itself. You're already thinking about how to convince him.
"And remember this project fosters teamwork and cooperation with each other. Do not forget it has to be a perfect blend, not some smorgasbord of an outfit." The professor adds.
Great, now armed with the great task of convincing Hobie, you think, if he still owes you a favour, maybe you can call it in for this.
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niphredil-14 · 3 months
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ROTTMNT CASEY JR POST MOVIE HEADCANONS
I have not seen nearly enough content for my sweet angel baby boy so here are a few of my hcs.
PLEASE SEND IN SOME TNT REQUESTS!! I WRITE FOR LEO, DONNIE, RAPH, APRIL, CASEY, CASSANDRA, CASEY JR, AND KARAI
First off, I feel like Casey would be so stoked to find his mom. He's aware of the fact that she's not really his mom yet, and because of that, might hesitate to reach out to her, but that won't last long. He won't last two weeks. I feel like he would probably have the turtles help him out with reaching out to her, and would have them explain that her son time traveled back from the future so that she knows what's going on and has time to process before he just shows up like, "hi mom c:" He's just emotionally smart like that. I just know that Cassandra would be so excited. He moves out of the sewers and in with her, and I feel like it would be a super healing experience for him. He is an active participant in the non-girl scout girl scouts. They take turns braiding his hair, and Casandra teaches him to do makeup!
Speaking of hair and makeup, I feel like Casey would refuse to settle on one aesthetic. He had very little options when it came to clothes during the apocalypse, and most of it was for tactical and practical purposes, not style, so given the chance to experiment with his self-expression. While he'll never settle on just one style, I feel like an alt/grunge aesthetic would be one of his go-to's. He just really likes it. I feel like he would do that thing where he just covers his eyelids in black eyeshadow and just smudges it all around with his finger and calls it a day, but he really pulls it off well! A gauge earring truther. I feel like he'd also have snake bites, and various other piercings. Also has a slit in his eyebrow. I feel like his go-to hairstyle would be either a man-bun or a half-up-half-down style, just to keep it all out of his face while he's going about his day.
I can see him having Donnie tutor him so that he can get his GED. Part of him would really want to go to high school, but considering all the years he missed, he'd have a lot of catch up to do, and it just wouldn't be worth it for him. Once he gets his GED I think he would start with some community college courses, probably with a focus on engineering and humanities/political sciences.
He'd probably start off working retail and fast food jobs with April, and every time he deals with an asshole customer, he would joke about regretting saving the world because it meant that they were alive, or about having Mikey send them to the future. He doesn't mean it though, he's too sweet, he just gets pissy about how ungrateful people are when he had literally nothing his entire childhood, and grew up without tomorrow guaranteed.
I feel like as much as he loves the city, and seeing all the life within it, he loves rural landscaped even more. A real sucker for nature. I don't think there would have been much greenery around him in his childhood, so it's just one more thing that gets him all in his feels about how beautiful it is and how lucky he is to see it.
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Hello! I love love LOVE your work! If it's okay, may I ask if you could write about a MC who's has some chub and like how the demon boys love up on them during sex? ( like little tummy nibbles, how MC's tummy looks in rope bondage, ect.?)
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Loved this, thank you!
CN nsft. minors dni. reader has boobs (could be manboobs tho 🤤).
Belphie
The youngest brother is a sneaky little bitch
He's also a sadist
He adores your chub because he loves pinching it
Grabbing you hard while fucking into you
Leaving oh so pretty bruises on your love handles
Biting into your soft skin like into a perfect bun
He adores your curves and loves seeing them covered in his marks
You're his, after all, aren't you?
Beel
This boi loves some chub - he doesn't wanna feel like he's about to break you when he's rough
Even better if you have a healthy appetite - what could be sexier?
He'll hold on to your hips and caress your tummy and give little kisses to your double chin as you sigh his name in ecstasy
He loves clinging to you - you're so warm and soft and he loves you so much
Asmo
This boi is all about aesthetic
And damn you match his taste
He's got a thing for big butts. And big boobs. And thick thighs. And...really, he loves it all.
Nothing can compare to the image of you looking up at him, as his cum drips down your curves
There's nothing like the feeling of cumming all over your body and then admiring his work on the most beautiful canvas he's ever had
He might rub it into your skin, massage your whole body just to feel you up and make you glisten
Satan
The Avatar of Wrath truly thinks you're beautiful
He'll write poems about you and whisper them in your ear as he makes you cum
But frankly
There's one thing that just gets him off like nothing else
It's you sitting on his face and having him overstimulate you to tears as your soft thighs suffocate him
Honestly, if he ever has to die, he wants it to be like this
He'll grab your thighs and press them to his head even harder
Scratch along your hips carefully to make you shudder
Moan into you as his tongue teases you to a thousand little deaths
Levi
He's an otaku. He's used to hentai, so there are two things he gets way too excited by
First of all: boobs.
And by Dia, yours are magnificent. The way they feel so warm in his cold hands. The way they bounce when you ride him.
Secondly? He likes the jiggle.
The jiggle on your tummy. The jiggle on your thighs. The jiggle on your gorgeous ass.
He'll thrust into you extra hard, just to see it.
Too bad it only takes a few thrusts until he cums.
I suppose you'll just have to start over again. And again. And again.
Aftercare mostly consists of rubbing your stomach and planting kisses on your plumb adorable cheeks
Mammon
Honestly, he's not really aware of your body type
It doesn't matter if you're fat, chubby or skinny - you're pretty, that's all he sees
However, he does crave physical touch and closeness
So when you're making out and you're on top, he'll push you down onto himself and press up against you
When he's taking you doggy style, he'll grab onto your body anywhere he can
When he's eating you out, he'll bring your legs around his shoulders and head just to have you everywhere around him
It's good when there's more of you, because that means there's more he can be close to, more he can touch, more he can crave
Lucifer
He always thought you to be pretty
But oh, the first time he saw you all tied up, he realised how beautiful you really were
The Avatar of Pride loves your chub
Because when he spanks your horny little ass, he can see the waves of the impact
Because when he puts robes around you, they tug at your chub so deliciously
Because he has a thing for thigh highs and he can't get enough of the pudge that forms on you when you wear them for him
Because it makes biting you so easy
Because he can hold onto you so well, when he fucks into that one sensitive spot you like - or when you ride him and he's about to blackout
Oh how he dreams of holding you again when he has to let go of you for just a second
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what’s on your personal list of “must reads” for wincest? i have a feeling you’ve got good taste
- @spn2006
i wouldn't necessarily say i have a must-read list as in everyone has to read something, because everybody has different taste, especially when it comes to sam and dean's dynamics (both sexual and otherwise), but the fics that i would heartily recommend that fall into my reading of supernatural (or adjacent to it) go as such, keeping in mind that I am a samgirl, pretty much only care about early seasons, and enjoyer of the family horror of the show:
The Ballad of the Invisible Boy + Two Headed Boy by @dollyluxed
If i had to pick any fic as a must-read for a samgirl cestie, this would be the one. the yearning and desperation speak deeply to the isolation of samdean's youth, especially how sam feels it, and dollylux isn't afraid to get inside the beast of teen angst, which makes it feel really lush and visceral. the 90s nostalgia is excellent (disclaimer: i was born after the 90s, but it made me feel like i was there without being corny), and the way the story is told through several vignettes feels a lot like the show itself. these kind of snapshot short films of how samdean's codependency develops through this unspoken tension over the years. the stanford era portion has a scene i think about every time i listen to joni mitchell (check out the soundtrack for this duology too; it's excellent), and the season 1 section ties together the story in a way that fits well with the show. a slow burn, really beautiful story, and i love the illustrations. i would also recommend dollylux's shorter works for amazing smut:)
@applecrumbledore 's fanficography
The first of Roni's fics I read were "Dream fuckery" and "Drywall dust" (the latter the first of a 4-part preseries story), and the balance of angst, sexual tension, and humor blew me away. It keeps the tone of supernatural, which a lot of fics don't (which is fine), but this was super cool in that it felt extremely natural, and very fun to read. I haven't been updated in all my fanfic reading lately, but I loved the beginning of Pine Sweat, their time travel fic, and "try asking," their pov outsider fic, is fucking hilarious and exhilarating. they have lots of creative ideas from preseries to late seasons and it never gets old!
Gospel Truth by @cowboyified
A case fic with an accute sense of shame embedded within angst, a really great sense of description, and perfectly inspired by art by @thegoodthebadandtheart for the reverse bang a couple years ago. the aesthetic of both frauke's work and the fic itself feel real, both the openness of the great plains and the claustrophobia of incestuous pining. definitely a modern classic.
"Buy You a Mockingbird" by candle_beck
the dark pov outsider fic to crown all others. candle_beck is an amazing writer and i also recommend all their work, but this one in particular stands out because of the horror of the dramatic irony of the story--what the reader knows, but the pov character does not. it's incredible to see everything unfold, and a realistic if bleak interpretation of another classic trope (which i won't name for spoiler's sake).
"Other Brothers" by @homo-pink
another incredible pov outsider fic with this beautiful sense of empathy and also a hint of adrenaline thrill. sam's cheeky and sassy and smart, and dean's cute and so in love. pov outsider weecest has the potential to be disturbing or sweet, and while this teeters the line, i think it falls into the latter category in a way that doesn't feel too saccharine.
"Three Days on the Rack" by keerawa, read by Reena Jenkins
I'd highly recommend listening to this via podfic! reena is great and there's a lovely cello cover of fade to black by metallica that plays in the interlude. anyway, the fic is an orpheus and eurydice-adjacent story about sam trying to get dean out of hell--but it's a torture fic. i love the way it describes hell, i love the way we see dean in the depths of alistair's apprenticeship, i love sam's strength. another gorgeously dark gem.
"Skin Like Fear" [orphaned]
I can't speak much on this one because I don't remember it super well, but it's a take on samdean after sam's hell trauma, something not very touched on by the fandom, and the horror is super well done, it's a great fic. obviously dark, deals with rape aftermath, proceed accordingly.
"show me again, shame takes hold" by objectlesson
if you can't tell yet, i really love preseries fics. this one is a lesbian femchesters AU, butch dean i love u foreverrrrrr. as you can tell by the title, more angst, more shame, etc etc. i was catholic what can i say. there's a lot about the ambiguity of sexuality and gender in this fic too.
and that's it! some of my other favorites are "Tomcat," the Caged Desires series, "The Truth in His Bones," and Brothers, but those i wouldn't necessarily rec on a wide basis because the first one is specifically about transmasculinity, and the second 3 deal with dom!dean/sub!sam dynamics in a pretty sharp way that everyone may not sit with right. that being said they're wonderful and sexy (and the last two, rather sad). let me know what u thought of this list!
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