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gamergirl-niffler · 5 months

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Darling 💛 I get you usually ain't into emergency requests and all, but I could really use some headcanons for Wrio, Tartaglia, Neuvilette, and Itto. Their s/o is dealing with psychosis, specifically grappling with schizophrenia. I would love to get some comfort from them, hah..

Sweetie 💜 I know you are going through some tough time but remember that I am here to give you any kind of support I only can!

I hope you will like what I wrote for you 💜💜

☕ Wriothesley ☕

- Everyone in Fortress of Meropis is looking after you - Duke’s lovely assistant.

- When the world starts to change its shape and the Fortress doesn't look the same anymore, you stop recognizing people.

- Those aren't the residents anymore… They are shadows and they are after you, wanting to rip you apart. They want you dead.

- When this happens and you aren't near Wriothesley, there always is someone who will keep an eye on you while someone else is running to find the Duke.

- When Wriothesley reaches you, you are already trying to get away from whoever is holding you from fear of your life.

- The moment you see him, you run right into his arms. “They… T-They are after me, Wrio. They want to get me.”

- He hushes you and quickly picks you up. Wriothesley takes you to his office so you are away from everyone and everything.

- He of course makes you a cup of the tea that always calms you down.

- If you see things that scare you, don't you worry - your beloved Duke is there to keep you close, wrapped in his arms; his palm covering your eyes to not make you look at whatever is hunting you.

- Shadowy figures fill the room, your mind gets filled with too many bad voices to count, and all you can do is cry and beg for all of this to stop.

- “Shhh. You’re alright, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe. Even if I have to fight the dark shadows for you,” he assures you, patting your back. His voice is just a whisper.

- As scary as all of this is, Wriothesley’s voice is like a ray of light in the darkness. No matter what voices say you trust him.

- When the worst passes, the two of you enjoy some good tea, while talking. True, it's not the easiest since you can't focus because your thoughts are running wild but Wriothesley is patient with you.

- If he needs to repeat something even a hundred times, he’ll do it or he will simply continue your subject. Anything to make you feel better.

- Once everything fades away, he is there with his cocky smile.

- “I am sorry, Wriothesley… You need to deal with something that terrible,” you whisper, feeling ashamed of forcing him into dealing with someone like you.

- He just scoffs and hugs you tightly. “C'mon, no need to apologize. I love you and nothing will change that. I’ll do everything to help you.”

- He will forever keep an eye on your meds, making sure you take them. He will count them and write everything down in a little notebook to keep the track.

- If you have any treatment you need to attend, be sure he will join you. Wriothesley doesn't need to be there but he wants to, just so you can witness his support.

- Even Sigewinne checks on you. As a head nurse, she needs to be sure you are doing okay.

- Wriothesley will take you for walks on the surface, hoping that leaving the rough interiors of Fortress will make you feel better.

- He promises you to always be there. No matter how difficult and scary it may be, your Duke will be close to protect you.

💧 Neuvillette ⚖

- From his past experiences, Neuvillette is fully aware of how fragile the mind can be. No matter if it's the mind of a Melosine or of a human being.

- He saw his fair share of troubled people during his life but the illness eating you from the inside of your own mind really hurts him.

- Of course he doesn't treat you like a child. You are his beloved mate and he knows you're not handicapped or anything like this, you just have a bad moment.

- The Chief Justice is doing everything he can to ensure your safety when you are near him as well as when you are on your own.

- You are sitting at the cafe and enjoying some tea and sweet cake when Melosines pop out of nowhere, right next to your table. “Good morning! Are you feeling alright? Is there anything I can help you with? Hope you remembered your meds today.”

- Each Melosine you meet on your stroll through the Court of Fontain asks you how you feel and if any of them can help you. You know it was Neuvillette’s idea but you don't mind it. Little Melosines checking on you is really cute.

- One day you can’t shake off the feeling of someone watching you and whispering about you. Shadowy figures creep around and you only can see them with the corner of your eyes.

- Your panic only rises with each turn. All you want is to chase away the shadow creature but it is always gone. There was only one thing to do… RUN… run for your life to hide in your house. They can’t get you there, right? RIGHT!

- Of course your panic doesn’t go unnotice. One of the Melosines sees you pushing through people in a desperate attempt to get back to your home, and she immediately goes to report to Neuvillette.

- Neuvillette finds you inside your home - your place is a mess, looking as if you tried to secure yourself from the outside world.

- You are sitting among that mess, squeezed tightly in a corner of the room, curled into a small ball.

- The sight of you makes his heart shutter. Without even mentioning the mess he slowly approaches you, calling your name quietly. “My love, Y/N. I am here. What's wrong?”

- You shake your head, holding your knees close to yourself, not even looking at him. “I… I don't know. It just seems like there is something following me! I feel scared, I feel hopeless! I want it to end,” you explain and immediately burst into tears.

- Heavy rain starts to fall but Neuvillette keeps it together on the outside, all for your own comfort. “I can assure you that you are safe, my love. Will you allow me to maybe hold you?”

- You just nod your head and soon you’re wrapped in his embrace. Neuvillette doesn't speak, waiting for you to open up on your own and once you do he is listening to your every word. He provides words of comfort and small touches like wiping your tears and stroking your hair.

- He never judges you for what's happening to you since it's beyond your own control but as iudex and your mate he promises to always be there.

- No matter how you may feel about yourself and your illness, he will be there till the very end, helping and guarding you.

⚔ Tartaglia ⚔

- He doesn't really notice it at first. You are stressed, it's normal. Who isn't stressed? Of course he notices all the odd things about your behavior but doesn't take them as anything bad. Untill…

- One day he finds you wandering around your little hut, looking around like a lost child. You seem really lost as if you didn't recognize your own surroundings despite living there for years. Not to mention you’re bare foot and without a winter coat with all the snow and harsh cold around you.

- “Y/N! H-How are you?” He asked with a worried smile. You quickly cling onto him.

“Tartaglia! I am so happy to see you,” you say happily and hug him tightly. Of course he returns the hug yet it still feels off.

- “Why aren't you home? It's cold out here,” he says, cupping your red cheeks to warm them up a little.

- You blink, looking right up at him. “That's… My home?” you ask slowly and look over your shoulder.

- Tartaglia nods and slowly leads you inside, he doesn't want you to get sick or anything.

- When you look around the inside of the hut, your eyes still seem lost. It's like you aren't yourself even in slightlest.

- Tartaglia is trying to start the fire in the fireplace when suddenly you are on the floor, screaming and backing up until your back hits the wall.

“A-Ajax… be careful! There is a man behind you. He is going to kill you!” You scream. Your face is filled with true terror.

- He stands up straight and looks around the room but it's empty. There’s no one there but you and him. Hut is so small that no one could even hide. Yet you look serious, your fear isn't fake. You are seeing things that aren't here.

- He drops the wood and joins you on the floor. Tartaglia hugs you tightly, pressing your head to his shoulder like he would be trying to hide you from everything. “Don’t worry. No one is brave enough to go against me or someone I love,” he says quietly, stroking your hair and the back of your neck.

- The voice in your head is dangerous, and it keeps on talking about how terrible, good for nothing you are. All you can do is cry while nuzzling his shoulder. You feel tired of it, you don't know where you are and all the scary people just follow you, mocking you no matter where you go.

- Tartaglia finds it weird. You aren't his beloved and change is so sudden, you apparently don't recognize your own house and see things that aren't there, swing from happiness to panic in a second. Of course he is not going to leave your side. He could never abandon you in such a state. Tartaglia holds you the whole time, listening to your words even if they weren't true. He protects you from all the phantoms that hunt you. “It's okay, lovely. I am here, no one will put their hands on you when I am here and I am not leaving,” while whispering his hand gently strokes your back, providing comfort.

- Once you are calm enough, he carefully picks you up to move you to your warm bed. Tartaglia joins you there to show that you are really safe with him. He will listen to whatever you have to say, no matter how odd it may sound. You may spit nonsense and he will nod and talk with you about it.

- When the fatigue after an episode gets to you and you fall asleep, he wonders what he can do. At first he considers asking Dottore for help but the more he thinks about it, the more terrible the idea seems. He doesn't want to put you in danger.

- In the end, he sends a letter to a doctor from Liyue just to find out more about what's happening to you. Of course he takes his time to talk with you about what is happening to you.

- You may feel as ashamed but don't you worry! He is up for the challenge if it means helping you.

- He is stubborn and in love, so no matter what you are stuck with him.

👹 Itto 🎆

- He is basically clueless… Just at first of course!

- Shinobu and Granny Oni have lots of learning to do but since he is taking you seriously, he catches on pretty quickly.

- One day you don't show up on Inazuma’s treets, which worries him.

- You simply can't take it. People are whispering about you because of who you are dating and what you are doing with your life. They are always close, telling you all kinds of nasty things, calling you worthless, stupid, a waste of air.

- Suddenly, there is a knock on your door. “Um… Y/N? Are you there?”

- “Go away Itto! Just go away!” you yell at him, finding a safe place to hide from everything.

- You are home what makes him happy! But your yelling worried him. “C’mon, sweet cheeks! I brought some cool stuff that will make you happy! I promise,” Oni assures you and after a moment of silence he decides to walk in.

- You sit on your bed, wrapped in a blanket from head to toe as if you are trying to hide from him and the whole world. It breaks his heart.

- He puts all the stuff he brought onto the table for sitting next to you. “Hey… I know I can't do much but this big and strong Oni can try and hide you in his arms.”

- You just look at him but after a moment you climb onto his laps. Itto smiles and hugs you tightly. “There ya go. Nice, cozy and safe. Now tell me what's in that pretty head of yours.”

- Itto is holding you close when you speak. No matter how dark your thoughts get, how cruel the whispers become, he is listening to you.

- When you burst into years he panics just a little. “N-No, no, no, no. There is no place for crying here,” he sits you on the bed next to him and then puts his head in your lap. “You always liked my hair, yeah? How about playing with it?”

- You start playing with his soft long hair, slowly calming down from everything. That's to him you started to feel safe.

- When you felt better, Itto was more than happy to gift you with stuff he brought. He got your favorite sweets and a plushie that you dreamed about.

- Next time this happens, he is right by you, providing any possible kind of comfort in the best way possible! In Oni way!

- Itto will care about your comfort and make sure you feel alright no matter what. You can hide from the whole world in his arms.

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daisies-daydreams · 4 months

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Daisies Call of Duty Masterlist ｡・:*˚:✧｡

König

⛓️☁️By Your Side (König x GN!Reader) ☁️🔥Nachtisch (König x F!Reader) 🔥Meine (Jealous!König x F!Reader) 🔥Caught (Husband!König x Wife!Reader) ⛓️🔥Something About Us (König x F!KorTac!Reader) 🔥Next Round's On Me (König x Jealous!F!Reader) 🔥☁️ Your Special Day (König x F!Wife!Reader) 🔥Kirsche (König x F!Virgin!Reader) ⛓️☁️One Step at a Time (Deadbeat!König x F!Reader) Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 🔥☁️It Won't Fit (Gentle!König x F!Reader) 🔥Focus (König x F!Reader) ⛓️☁️Always (König x F!Reader)

Ghost

🔥Keeping Him Warm (Ghost x GN!Reader) ☁️🔥Closer (Ghost x F!Virgin!Reader) 🔥Simon Says (Daddy!Ghost x F!Brat!Reader) 🔥Sweet Girl (Daddy!Ghost x F!Brat!Reader) ☁️🔥Here and Now (Husband!Ghost x Wife!Reader) ⛓️☁️🔥The First Step (Ghost x F!Reader) Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3 (Completed) ⛓️☁️🔥Try (CollegeAU!Simon Riley x F!Reader) Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6 (Completed) 🔥Next Round's On Me (Ghost x Jealous!F!Reader)

⛓️☁️ Lovely (Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Doctor!Reader)

Soap

🔥Laundry Day (Soap x F!Reader) ☁️🔥Mama Hen (Husband!Soap x Wife!Reader) Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 (Completed) 🔥Sweeter than Honey (Soap x F!Reader)

☁️If It Ain't Broke (Soap x F!Reader)

Gaz

🔥Tease Me, Please Me (Gaz x F!Reader)

☁️⛓️Everything's Alright (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F!Reader)

☁️⛓️Who Can I Turn To? (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x M!Reader)

Alejandro

☁️⛓️Sopapillas (Alejandro x F!Reader) ☁️⛓️Mi Cariño (Alejandro x Pregnant!Wife!Reader)

Keegan P. Russ

☁️Doctor's Orders (Keegan P. Russ x F!Doctor!Reader)

Multiple/Drabbles

🔥Warm Up (Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley) 🔥I Wanna Be Yours (Jealous!Ghost/Jealous!König x F!Reader) Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 🔥Through the Wrong Door (141 + König x F!Reader) ☁️⛓️When She Smiles (141 x F!Reader - Platonic) ☁️⛓️ Overload (Task Force 141 x Autistic!F!Reader)

Headcanons

☁️🔥Ghost Breeding Kink Headcanons (PapaGhost!AU) ☁️Husband/Papa Ghost Headcanons (PapaGhost!AU) 🔥Reader Walking in on 141 + König Pleasuring Themselves ☁️⛓️141 Reacting to Civilian!Reader Getting Hospitalized While They're Deployed ☁️141 + König Defending Your Child When You Scold Them ☁️⛓️141 + König x Deaf!/Mute!F!Reader ☁️ TF141 + König x F!Reader (When you dress up and act like them) ☁️⛓️TF141/Vaqueros/König/Keegan (When you have a fight) 🔥TF141/Vaqueros/König/Keegan (Having sex while you're on the phone) ☁️ TF141 + König (When they see you changing) ☁️How They Flirt (141/Konig x F!Reader)

Back to Main Masterlist

#call of duty #cod #masterlist

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broken-glass-puppet · 1 year

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Helloooooooooooo, how are you doing today? (Btw love your blog ^^ It's amazing!)

Saw that you write about South Park and just really wanted to request 👏👏👏

How about the main four with a taller male reader who looks intimidating (and attractive), but is actually nice? But tho he can fight and ain't afraid to throw hands. He is a sporty guy who is into boxing. He is affectionate and caring, and he has a grunge style. ^^ (romantic)

Hope It's not too much! 😭

OMG YES, also thanks for the compliments, i appreciate it a lot

Im to lazy to write about separate

Headcanons

Kenny: orange

Stan:blue

Kyle: green

Eric:red

The main four

(TW: violence, mentioned sex, blood, homophobia)

Let's say they didn't like you too much at first, I mean yeah you look fine and you turn Heads when you walk but you look like a bully

Well that changed when you were in class, at some point Stan was having problems understanding the work so you asked if you could help him out

"find the x? The fuck? Is right there" "hey dude, you need help ?" You said in a sweet tone of voice, leaning in to see his eyes "...y-yeah sure"

The mother fucker wouldn't stop thinking about you the rest of school

"what's your problem dude, are you gay or some shit?" "You are gay too, c'mon we all know how you check out his butt during PE" "THAT'S NOT FUCKING TRUE!"

Well the most normal two are Kyle and Stan, they do get nervous and all but hey you are nice

Cartman is well...

"i identify as a horse now guys" "wtf Cartman, that's not how it works" "yo guys what are you talking about?" "Cartman identify as a horse" "what?" "Stupid right" "then I just have something to say" you took a moment "yehaw!" Hehe joke

The three are like: 🧍‍♂️

And Cartman is like: 🚶

So yeah a lots of flirting, specially with Kenny

He's the most obvious, he doesn't even try to hide it

And damn you are muscular, no you don't look like a Jojo but you have abs, a little waist and strong arms

"why you as a man have such a little waist? For us men to grab? Are you gay?" "And you as a man why do you have a mouth? To suck dick? Whore" "ew guys, go to a motel or something "

And after some days you start to get a long with them very well

You help them out when they need and you hang out with them a lot but at some point they development a crush on you

Let's say, they fell first and you fell harder

And the moment you started dating them was funny

Some idiot was making fun of Kenny and he was like "okay idgaf"

But you where super angry

"hey, stop bullying my boyfriend or else" "ow what are you going to do huh? You are just a fag, I'm Soo scared" "oh you want to see?" "Of course" and the moment after the idiot in question fell onto the floor with a bloody nose and one his friends punch you in the face leaving you with wounds but you managed to beat him up "who's the next one" silent "i figured out, c'mon Kenny, let's go"

When you get to your home, Kenny called the others and they came super fast

"WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING" yelled Kyle while healing your wounds "i don't know they just...maked me fell angry...and they were insulting Kenny and..." "Y/n i don't give a shit about what were they saying" "i know but...i don't want nobody to hurt you, or you four for that matter" "you called me your boyfriend" "i did?" "Yeah, and I don't mind it, I'm okay but I'm going to be your boyfriend fr" "heh okay " "..." "We all can be boyfriends?" "I'm not gay" "you are" "just for y/n" "then we are boyfriends"

It's a strange relationship, nothing changed to much, you still have that relationship like bros but the physical touch increase a lot, holding hands with them or just little pecks on the check

Kenny is more flirty, grabbing your butt and saying that he didn't do anything or just shoving his head onto your chest and mumbling how he loves your man boobs

And we'll yeah, Cartman is less of a dick but he sure loves you in a strange way

And Stan and Kyle they love you so much

Kenny's parents hate you, they are super homophobic (i hate his parents omg) so when he introduced you to them, they yelled at him, you just looked at them with a death glear and walked away from them

Cuddles ALL.THE.TIME GOD

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sunlitewhispers · 6 months

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Marvus and his money headcanon

(Been surfing through the marvus tags and I've got some thoughts to share regarding this clown)

To start off, I personally think troll currency is more digital than physical. Like everyone uses a card to trade or get items (and its only due to the empresses restrictions on things when she removed the adults from the planet) but physical money is still real, it's just a fun thing that highbloods and high midbloods use to flaunt and to trade amongst each other.

To signify the value of the bills, they have a strip of color from the cast they were made for. For example, Teals =80, Cerulean =90, Indigo =100, etc.

(There were coins that were common amongst lowbloods and low midbloods, but that got discontinued when moving to cashless/digital. There is evidence preserving the old currency existence such as in museums showings of the old times and extremely old paintings in the clown churches.) (You can think that these coins are caegars or not)

With that out the way! On to Marvus and his money 💰

I imagine Marvus doesn't really care about money nor feels that it has a heavy connection to his identity compared to performing/entertaining. Marvus just knows that people wanna see him and lose their shit at his concerts and are willing to drop stacks to be there even with the risk of being culled.

With that, Marvus can be loose with his money, quite literally throwing it around to which some highbloods would critique the act as 'disrespectful' and 'rebellious' since money is one of the ways ancestors can provide to descendants and give them a clue to their existence. (If they want or have left a will if they died, regardless, the empire still sets them up with a small fund)

I dont know if philanthropy would be an actual thing or just be a thing highbloods (like Zebruh) say they do for approval points. But I imagine Marvus would be the type to do so in the most unconventional means.

He probably stopped his tour bus once to grab a grubshake or a handmade sandwich from a small cafe and threw a fat band on the counter saying, "Keep da change lol." Leaving the workers there in awe and fear cause damn he just weirdly blessed them, and damn they now gotta fight off his fans from stealing the marvy money. (If Marvus is there, his fans are certainly gonna be there too.)

Marvus definitely buys his crew lunch or, if he's hanging with someone, offers to pay for them when he's out and about. He stresses tf out of his accountant because he doesn't keep track of how much he spends in a day. You know his ass absolutely has a money gun to use at his concerts.

Bascially when you're Marvus, you're a baller who is a big spender.

When interacting with Marvus, depending on his quadrant, you're gonna see how he moves with his cash.

•♡ Matespirit ♡•

if you got this man in this quadrant, good luck on getting Marvus not to spoil the fuck out of you. Trust and believe he'll take any chance to drop some stacks on you. If you guys are out and you say or point out some items, you can bet that Marvus is buying them.

Oh, you think that clothing line is cute? Guess what? He's ordered the entire line to be sent to your place.

Big fan of video games? No problem! He is getting the newest console out on the market in your favorite color with your name on it.

Love sweets? Bam! He's gonna invite you over to his crib and have you watch a team of trolls bake the best desserts of Alternia.

Money ain't a thang to this man. It gives him a chance to show his love through the material means and show that he wants you to enjoy yourself and time with him. Small part of him uses money to be a temporary fix when he has to go on long tours. If he can't spend time with you on troll FaceTime or in real life, he'll send gifts to show that he's still alive and thinking about you.

However, if large displays of affections through money don't appeal to you or you start to feel overwhelmed by the purchases or think he's being disingenious in his affection, he'll pull it back.

He'll likely give you a card that's connected to his account so you can have the control to buy what you want without feeling like you have to ask him. (And such an act will give him a small piece of security to know you'll have the means to survive financially on Alternia, especially if you've expressed times of financial hardships to him)

Also doesn’t matter if it's public or private, He's gonna randomly place bills on your person, i.e., stuffing them in your pockets, slipping them in your shirt pocket, pinning them to your jacket. If you ask him why he's doing that (or wonder where he stores his cash)(btw he literally has no pants pockets) Marvus is gonna give you a saucy wink and smile all dumb and say "a mf gotta pay dem feez 4 havin a wicked mate lik u b ;0)" than he'll place a smacking wet kiss on your forehead and be all noisey about it while doing so.

•◇ Moirials ◇•

In this quadrant, his spending habit might look casual to outsiders, but with you, they'll be a tad more personal. Still be extra af like in matespiritship but he'll be spending money to clear his mind or yours.

Feeling stressed about some unfinished work? Don't worry. He'll reserve a spa service just for you.

Need to cry out some hard feelings? He's gonna get some matching pajamas and grab some emergency blankets to get that session on.

You know that one ring that SpongeBob and Patrick have to show off their friendship? He's gonna get something like that to represent your guy's moirallgience. Anything involving moirails, he will buy and send them to you.

You're definitely gonna be his merch tester and probably be brought to his trips to the galleries when he goes to buy art pieces. (Need your support and opinion when bidding for art pieces.)

Like with matespiritship, if you feel like he's being insincere or rather prefers more handmade gifts. He'll try to schedule days to create personal gifts. He might pay someone to tutor him about your interests just so you can rant without having to stop and explain what you're talking about.

Marvus will remember what your favorite snacks and favorite meals are for when you're hanging with the crew or just him. Compared to where he won't care about what someone orders, you don't gotta worry about an order mess up or reminding him. He got that locked in, unless you want something different, then just point him to it.

If there is a fucked up order for you, he will raise hell. Typically, he won't care if something he orders is messed up. He'll pay for another one. However, on behalf of his moirial, this mf gonna walk up to the counter like that meme saying they asked for no pickles. The first and hopefully (in his opinion) only time you'll ever see him asking for a refund.

A thing that'll be a routine of your relationship is him swinging by your place late af in the daytime to grab you and get some breakfast before he has to start his night.(Unless you spend the day at his hive than he'll order said breakfast and catch some more Zzzs with you.)

•♤ Kismeses ♤•

Now in this quadrant, compared to the other two, Marvus is a clown who's mischievous as hell. This bitches antics are gonna be up to 100 when it comes to him.

Honestly, you're gonna be on your toes for buying things. It'll become a back and forth of him randomly, not having money than to him having it though being really annoying and lazy with it.

If your someone who's well off, you better hide your wallet. Marvus will snag your card and make an excuse how he left his cash in his other pants/trailer/hive and buy the most stupidest shit under your name. (He'll troll cash app you back but do it so tediously that you hope your account crashes)

If he catches a single hint or a word, even a wrinkle of disgust on you, Marvus will make it the bane of your life.

You dislike the residue of his paint left on your face after a hate-makeout session? Marvus now has to buy this one face paint that is known for being messy. what? His manager told him, too. :0)

You think cowboy boots are clunky and tacky? Guess who's strolling up in some bedazzled purple lined boots that jingle when he walks.

You make a comment on how creepy troll beanie boos plushies are, he's gonna get a brand deal with them and send you a crate of his new designs. A note will be attached saying "4 my numba 1 fan ;0)~".

Similar to moirallgience, you will be a merch tester, yet you won't know if he's being serious or wanting to rile you up. Regardless, when you shit on the design he's showing you, that's how he'll know his fans will love it! Doesn't matter if it's the simplest design, an eyesore to the public, he'll promote it to the point that even your small-time friends will surely mention the product to you. Might even send a shout-out to you on Chitter for your 'help'.

Don't ask him for a bill if you want something from a vending machine. Marvus will pull the most crumpled weirdly stained bill you'll ever see in your lifetime and smile at you plainly like, "Here u go buddi dats all I can find on me atm lmao." Additionally to this, he will slowly count his bucks out if you all are in a line somewhere. (Marvus knows no one will rush him and if you complain, he'll pretend he lost count and start over)

To conclude this, watch out for when he's feeling more petty. He'll make a habit of sending you items in loud peculiar packaging that suggest to those handling it that there's something inappropriate in it when there really isn't.

•♧ Auspistice ♧•

With this one, Marvus doesn’t fit the vibe of where he might truly kill his kismeses. Nor does he seem to want to be in a situation to be aggravated enough to join in murdering someone (Going off his response to MSPA reader when the clown fight happened). However, Marvus may strive on not becoming active on those emotions. Close calls can exist.

A tiff among his roadies about best faygo flavors is a good way. His manager hassling him, and trying to change up his brand is close enough. Groupie sea dwellers trying to follow him back to his trailer and not taking a hint is a real close call.

If you mediate for Marvus a few times, he'll certainly be grateful (and a bit embarrassed) he'll grant you a gift card of some shop of your choice as thanks.

On the other hand, you've been around long enough to spot a murderous Marvus, then you're undeniably a part of his inner circle. With the exception of being his paid emotional bodyguard coach.

As business-like, it might seem in the beginning, you're a trustworthy and skillful individual in Marvus's eyes. He knows dealing with irritated trolls, particularly enraged highbloods, is not a fun nor easy task.

Other trolls may feel like this relationship is wandering into moirallgience territory.(which might be) Marvus won't really care about those opinions and possibly offer to meditate for you in the event he catches you in a tense position.

You’ll be called for his long tours when he has to do shows for sea dwellers and, without a doubt, be put through the ringer. It'll end with you guys munching on loads of the troll version of ice cream in silence.

At any point, you're too stressed to de-escalate a situation. He'll give you a paid vacation and make sure you don't come back until you are entirely stressed free.

He may tell you once he calms down that you should open a private business due to your and I quote "motherfckin dopeazz obzi-va-tional skilz."

Small note : Marvus has dealt with people trying to form a quad with him just for the fame/money, as we seen with Zebruh. So if he catches signs that what's happening, he's going to be acting distant and extremely scripted around you, then like ghost you. You'll be blacklisted from his concerts (unknowingly), and future clowns might keep a close eye on you if you hang at the churches.

Welp, that's all! Hopefully, this was entertaining to read! I do apologize if some parts feel rushed or that there were more details in some quads, I tried to keep them around the same length.

#whistalk #hiveswap friendsim #marvus xoloto #hiveswap marvus #marvus x reader #Hiveswap headcanon #hiveswap #friendsim #reader insert #Quadrant talk #hs marvus #long post #Small mention of Zebruh #Small mention of sea dwellers #Would Marvus be a Troll Mr. Beast in spirit?#Trying to summon the xoloto vibes when writing speaking parts in this #MSPA reader mentioned #homestuck

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immajustvibehere · 11 months

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Spark (6/8)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Chapter 6 summary: While still recovering from your wound, you get wind of a trap being layed out for Arthur. You might be the only one who can protect him from something bad happening...

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chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5

Warning: You have to live with my headcanon that Micah had something to do with Arthur getting kidnapped by the O'Driscolls.

3800 words, 18 minutes reading time

Your wound was healing agonisingly slow. Or at least, it seemed like that to you. Miss Grimshaw had sternly forbidden you to leave your bedroll for the first two days. Afterwards, she'd remain on high alert and snatch everything out of your hands that was even remotely heavy.

Grimshaw also urged you to take care of your wound, so it wouldn't get infected. She offered to have a look at it. Charles and Hosea also offered their expertise, showing that they meant well. Yet, you always refused. Though the sight wasn't a pretty one, you insisted on taking care of it yourself. Had Arthur offered...you might haven't refused. But only because he was the one who stitched you up in the first place. You knew he was capable and secretly, you longed for his gentle hands, but you’d never openly admit that.

The following week passed with a certain routine. You'd wake up early, often forced awake by the pain in your abdomen, and share a cigarette with Arthur. You never said much in the morning. The only thing he usually mentioned in a gruff and raspy morning voice what he'd do today and how the previous mission had gone. Then you'd do the chores that Grimshaw allowed you to do: cleaning weapons, washing the dishes and chopping vegetables. This aside, the days were marked by sitting by the fire and listening to whoever's story was being told at the moment.

Tonight, as it grew late and camp gradually emptied, with every person retiring to their designated bedroll one by one. Micah was the only one left. And while you had enough alcohol in your system to numb the occasional pain in your abdomen, Micah had decided to get absolute shit faced. If you understood correctly, it had something to do with losing some decent amount of money while gambling earlier. For the past half hour, your half-brother had been mumbling a bunch of nonsensical words, you had stopped bothering to listen. But suddenly, you perked up your ears.

"Ohh, I gotta tell you something", Micah rambled on, but he put such peculiar stress on the words, it made your stomach turn. "You know some people here...", he went on.

Micah paused and grumbled, opening his sixth bottle of beer. Honestly, not too much of an astonishing number, hadn't he already arrived drunk at camp a couple of hours earlier.

"Some people here ain't no good for the gang...just gonna make a lot of trouble down the line", he slurred.

Though your thoughts on "those people" had changed significantly in the last weeks, you knew better than to let Micah know that. So you answered with an air of nonchalance and a hint of mockery: "The women, you mean?"

"No, no", Micah chuckled darkly.

"The hophead of a priest?", you swallowed after delivering these words. Swanson was getting on your nerves daily, but he had proven to be a good listener.

"You ain't thinkin' big enough!", Micah gestured some huge motion with his hands, "Morgan's gone soft recently...Ain't no use for that. I'll just send him up the ridge and maybe they'll take care of it", he hiccupped. Your eyes searched the camp, you weren't sure why, but maybe you wanted to see if Arthur was still awake. At this very moment, you couldn't make any sense of Micah's words and when you looked at him again, his body was slumped over with soft snores escaping his open mouth.

The next day, lunch had barely passed when you heard the commotion, whose cause was a livid discussion between Dutch, Hosea, Pearson, Arthur and Micah. Something about Colm O'Driscoll and a parley. You hadn’t been properly introduced to the feud Dutch had with Colm, but you have had enough run-ins with his boys. After all, when you stole the bank stage with Micah and Arthur, they had almost managed to surprise you.

While you watched from a distance, the discussion seemed to have found an end. Dutch and Micah strolled off to their horses, followed by Arthur, who reluctantly trailed behind them. He wasn’t so happy about the conclusion of the conversation.

"Fuck", you mumbled. Is this what Micah had been talking about? You waited until the group had left, staring at the dust their horses had stirred up. You had to follow. This uneasy feeling in your stomach that Arthur was in danger wouldn't leave.

For a moment you took a deep breath and thought: "The heck? Why should I care?" Only to blink and admit to yourself, you cared a fucking lot. There was no way denying that. As Arthur stitched you up, his warm hands all over your body, that did something to you. You never thought anyone would ever treat you this kindly. And even though the circumstances had been...peculiar...you didn't care. If there was even the slightest chance....of chasing this feeling could pay off...

You strode towards your horse, aware that neither you, nor your horse, were carried any weapons. Grimshaw still had a stern look at you and when you tried to carry your guns yesterday, it was frowned upon with some demeaning remarks. You were still grounded to camp chores and resting your wound, though you were pretty sure it had beautifully healed the last couple of days. It didn't matter now. You sneaked to your horse and seized the opportunity to ride off before anyone could tell you not to.

Arthur was lying in the grass, the scope of his gun pressed to his eye. He didn't exactly know what the hell he was doing here. It hadn't sound like a good idea before, and it didn't feel right even now, though he had a good view of the surroundings and saw that the coast was clear. A sigh escaped Arthur’s lips when he suddenly heard grass behind him rustling. He was in the motion of turning around when the sound of a muffled groan came almost simultaneous to something warm splashing onto his exposed arm.

When Arthur looked up, he saw you slitting the throat of an O'Driscoll that had sneaked up right behind him. There was still some life in him when you whirled him around to bury your knife in his stomach. Once, twice,...

"God damn fucker!", you hissed, your knife about to stab him for a third time, when Arthur tackled you from behind and pulled you on the ground.

"Jesus, woman! What the hell are you doing here?", Arthur hissed.

"Saving your ass, you ungrateful bastard!", you yelled back. The adrenaline was rushing through your body and you feared your heart would jump out of your chest any second now. Your horse was at some distance, so nobody would hear you ride up and you had sprinted the last yards.

Arthur had to give you credit for staying almost clean after pretty much gutting the fellow, most of the blood had landed on him, anyways. When you opened your mouth again and sat up, angrily wrangling yourself out of Arthur's grip, you spoke more quietly, and yet not quietly enough for a mission where the job was to stay hidden: "This fucker was about to knock you out, Arthur! If I hadn't been-"

Before you could finish the sentence, Arthur's hand was slapped onto your mouth and he grabbed your collar, to pull you into a lower position again.

"Shhh! I hear you. Stay low, damnit", Arthur's eyes bore holes into you as he tried to get his point across. For some moments, neither of you said anything. Your heavy breathing, which you had trouble calming down, was the loudest noise. With his big hand pressed on your mouth, you feared you might suffocate if you didn't calm down. This man's blue eyes that looked you up and down did nothing to relax the situation, quite the opposite actually. The thought alone that they would be closed by now if you hadn't stepped in made you sob, muffled by Arthur's hand that was still covering your mouth.

It wasn't only that. Your suspicion had turned out to be true. Micah knew. He fucking knew. This whole thing was designed to get rid of Arthur, and aside from Micah himself, only you were in on that. Arthur too, was wrecking his brain right now. He quickly checked on Dutch and Colm before he lifted his hand off your mouth only to put his index finger onto his lips, indicating you to be quiet.

"We gotta get out of here. They know you're up here", you whispered. Your voice was shaky, which you found deeply embarrassing. But you were upset.

"M'kay darlin'. Come on", Arthur announced, gripping his rifle and crawling away from the edge before he stood up to go to his horse. You followed, flabbergasted. Darling? Where the fuck did that come from? He hadn't even given you time to react. You just hurried after him, catching up when he was mounting his horse.

"We gotta lay low for a while. I'm not supposed to be here and I dare say you aren't expected back either", you said as you pulled yourself onto your horse.

"I gotta tell Dutch that this was a set-up. I knew it was a bad idea to begin with", Arthur answered.

"No. Please", you almost whined. Arthur looked at you with knitted eyebrows. He did not understand why telling Dutch was bad idea, but he hadn't expected that tone from you either, so he decided to give in.

"Okay. I know a nice spot..."

You rode off, leaving the Heartlands behind. The next best creek you passed, you used to get some blood off of you. Despite stabbing the O'Driscoll from behind, you still had managed to get your arms dirty. Arthur watched you in silence. The last couple of questions he had asked had fallen on deaf ears, so he had given up poking for answers right now.

Later, you entered a wooded area. The sky had taken a mesmerizing shade of purple and the presence of some darker clouds in the South suggested that the drizzle that had just started was about to transform into a solid rain shower. It already smelled like damp earth. Guiding your horses with ease, you navigated through the light-filled gaps between the trees. They did a decent job of shielding you from the rain, except for the occasional drop that would land on your arm.

"I camped here a while ago", Arthur explained as he jumped off his horse when you reached a nice place, "'s a good spot."

"Yeah. I'll get a fire started", you said briefly, hitching your horse and walking off to quickly grab some dry twigs. Arthur was left behind at the spot he had picked and kept wondering at your behaviour. He noticed that you didn't have anything on your horse, no spare clothes, or a tent...So, instead of putting up his tent the normal way, he used every inch of the material, not fixing the corners in the dirt, but spanning it in between some trees.

You returned with wood and build a fire. Nothing was said until Arthur had warmed some beans and passed you the can before he had tried some. His eyes were begging for some explanations, but you sighed: "Please. Don't ask."

"I'm not", Arthur put his hands up in defence and though he remained silent, you felt his gaze on you. Trying your very best to ignore it, you gulped down the beans.

"Y/N...", Arthur started.

"Mh?", you replied, mouth full, starring into the flames. The fire had become strong enough to withstand the occasional raindrop, but the air around you had cooled significantly.

"Is your wound okay?", Arthur asked, "You have some blood on your shirt..."

You checked the brownish stain on your shirt, it was indeed at the same height as your wound should be. The wound which should have healed by now.

"Did ya take the stitches out already?", Arthur inquired when he saw your sceptical look.

"Planned on doing it today, but some things came up", you shot back.

"Want me to have a look at it?", Arthur now offered, already changing his sitting position to better accommodate you.

When Arthur caught the slight questioning gleam in your eyes, he smiled softly. You weren't someone to trust easily – he knew, because he's like that too. Yet, despite the wall you both harboured, Arthur couldn’t help but worry. He wasn't sure if you felt the same, but the events of the afternoon had surely left an impression on him. The fact that you had rushed to his side and stabbed a man a few seconds before his light would have gone out...You had been so calm the last two weeks, but today you were visibly shaken. Arthur wasn't sure if there was some deeper meaning behind this or if he let hope dictate his thoughts.

"I ain't gonna hurt you", Arthur said gently, when you didn't answer.

"I know", you shrugged, setting down the can of beans, "I just think that your reasons for getting me to take of my clothes are somewhat unimaginative." You gave a cocky smile when Arthur released a shaky breath. He mumbled a 'You're insane woman’ as you slipped one arm through your sleeve and therefor exposed your bare side.

In a moment, Arthur's hand was on you again. You flinched a bit as his thumb grazed the flesh near the wound.

"Looks good. Just a slight tear, should be all healed up again by tomorrow", Arthur assessed.

"Good", you replied briefly, getting into your shirt again quickly enough to not let Arthur notice the gooseflesh that had formed at his touch. He still saw the blush on your cheeks though.

In a tender moment, your eyes locked in a silent connection, and in that instant, you discovered that his hand hadn't budged. It remained steadfast, gently resting beneath the fabric of your shirt. It was as if an unspoken agreement held you both captive, unwilling to release the intensity of your gaze, except for Arthur's occasional stolen glances towards your lips.

The feeling of wanting nothing more than to protect you overwhelmed Arthur. He wanted to claim you as his, but not in a selfish, unreflective manner. More as a testament that he still could feel so strongly for someone. Arthur wanted to ensure that love was still possible for him. So he leaned in and in a moment, his lips met yours. The touch was so soft and loving that neither Arthur nor you would have expected that your body jerked away. The same moment, your hand met Arthur's cheek, slapping him. It wasn't meant to hurt, it was more your natural answer to this sudden invasion.

"What the hell?", you mouthed breathlessly.

Arthur's head remained frozen in the position your slap had left it in. His lips had curled into a sad smile, his eyes now avoiding yours. The slap had inflicted a sting, but it was a peculiar sensation, not one he was used to from other brawls and beatings.

"Sorry", Arthur mumbled in a soft whisper. The sad smile didn't leave his face, as if something else would surface if he dared to change his expression. "Might have gotten somethings wrong...", he added. Still looking down, he adjusted his hat, so it threw a darker shadow over his eyes.

You found yourself stumbling over your words, caught between the urge to apologize and swear at him at the same time. But your incapability to express your emotions frustrated you deeply. You managed a loud enough "excuse me" for him to hear before you stood up and walked off. Not too far, just a few feet into the shelter of forest where you thought the light of the fire couldn't reach. Arthur watched you walk off. He figured you thought yourself shielded from his gaze, but he saw as you leaned against a tree, lightly bumping your head into the wet bark.

Arthur couldn't bear watching you for long, so he took his journal out and quickly started to write. It was a momentary update of his state of mind and purposefully, he left some space before he started to sketch the outlines of the dark forest and the campfire in front of him, knowing that you would dictate how this evening turned out for both of you.

However, it wasn't long until he heard your boots rustling through the twigs and leaves. Arthur looked up and his eyes followed you, until you were seated right next to him. The closeness surprised him, but he took it as a promising sign. It was a flicker of hope that soothed the anxiety that he had felt at the thought of having offended you seriously. You had your words prepared, but Arthur was faster: "'M sorry, y/n. I should've asked."

Your eyebrows knit together in a sceptical look. You thought about snorting and and mocking him by saying 'Micah's right when he told me you had gone soft' but deep down you knew that this was just further proof that Arthur was more than what meets the eye.

After you had cleared your throat, you said: "It's okay. I didn't mean to slap you, I was just...surprised."

"Remind me to never surprise you again", Arthur joked, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. With light-hearted spirit, he continued the drawing in his journal. You caught a glimpse, but quickly averted your gaze and instead stared into the fire. You sat right next to Arthur, your arms occasionally brushed against each other, yet he didn't bother closing his journal - seemingly unaffected by your presence.

You couldn't help yourself. It was too impressive to see the drawing come together. When he sketched the shadows of the trees, you could make out the raindrops, though he hadn't specifically drawn them. Your eyes became fixated on the tip of his pencil, captivated by its movements, unwilling to tear your gaze away. But it didn't feel right, not after the last time.

Arthur noticed you were restless, so he said in an affirming voice: "I don't mind you watching, ya know?"

"All of a sudden?"

Arthur shrugged and continued to draw: "Not like you learned to read the last couple days, did ya?"

"Maybe I did. Didn't have much to do recently", you teased.

"Sure", Arthur replied, knowing you were bluffing, "So? Read it out then!"

You helplessly stared at the letters he had written, with not one clue in the world what was spelled out there. You tried to come up with something that could have been written there, but you weren't quick enough. Arthur interrupted your thinking process: "Knew it."

You sighed in defeat but lightened up when Arthur chuckled at your frustrated response. Both of you listened to the crackle of the fire. In a silent agreement, every passing moment saw you inching closer, gradually, you leaned against him. Astonishingly, Arthur showed no signs of discomfort, allowing the newfound proximity to exist, as if it were the most natural and cherished space between you.

"I like your drawings, you know", you whispered.

"They ain't special", Arthur replied. He was done with his little painting of the scenery and skipped back two pages to reveal a sketch of a squirrel.

"How can you even draw that thing with those little fuckers moving around all the time? Was it dead when you drew it?", you asked in awe at the level of detail.

"No", Arthur replied, "I jus' remember how it looks like."

Amidst the crackling of the fire, you uttered words that were almost indistinguishable, your voice muffled by your mouth pressed against Arthur's arm. Perceiving your intent, he instinctively adjusted his arm, skilfully manoeuvring it around you. Both of you were now enveloped in a half-embrace and you let it happen willingly. This was exactly what you had been craving the last couple of days. It was unusual, and yet so welcoming and soothing.

You sat like that for a while before Arthur stated his intent of laying down. You replied you'd still sit and tend the fire for a while.

Arthur lied down on his bedroll, staring at the canvas that obstructed his vision of the night sky...which probably was cloudy anyways. Aside from the usual forest noises, it was silent. About fifteen minutes had passed, but Arthur was still far from falling asleep.

"It just has never worked out for me...every time I tried the whole trusting thing...it ended badly", you explained. Your voice ended the silence and caught Arthur's attention. He sat up again.

"'m sorry to hear that", Arthur answered, "But yer still young. There are plenty people out there. I'm sure you'll find someone. If ya weren't so bad behaved-"

"Hey!", you turned towards him, to see a sarcastic smile back at you. You wondered why he’d just said that, when he kissed you earlier. When he clearly wanted you.

Arthur continued in a teasing manner: "I thought you were a nasty companion at first too, but you’re alright if ya calm down a bit and let yer guard down."

"Could say the same about you", you drew circles in the dirt.

After a while, in which you felt Arthurs eyes on you, he said: "You should try 'n rest. There's nobody around."

"Maybe a bear passes by and attacks us."

"Sure", Arthur readjusted his bedroll, "You ain't much to chew on, so ya gonna have plenty of time for running as long as it's busy with me."

Arthur had adjusted his bedroll vertically, so you could at least put your upper body on something softer.

"I bet ya taste like shit. It won't bother with you for long", you grinned at the teasing, surprised to see that Arthur had arranged a sleeping setup that would benefit you both.

"No doubt", Arthur chuckled.

You looked at the bedroll.

"If ya don't mind sharing with an old man that tastes like shit, it might be more comfortable for you like that", Arthur offered and lied down, his head now resting on one part of the soft material, while still leaving enough space between you. You joined him in the grass, turning your back towards him and fixating on random trees in the darkness. It was difficult to get those words out, but you had promised yourself to at least try expressing some of your emotions.

“I…I don’t really care if there’s plenty people out there. I think, I already found the one I’d like to trust...” You might have rushed the delivery of those words, but Arthur had understood them very well. There was a boyish smirk on his lips when he answered.

“I don’t mean to offend, miss, but you picked a real weird fella.”

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mintsvnoo · 4 months

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THEYRE MINE !

PAIRING ot5! txt x 6th member! gnreader

“what do they mean (name) x (insert random txt member's name)!? (name's) mine!” — in which headcanons about their reaction to you being shipped with an another member, but their already dating you!

GENRE idol x idol, fluff, headcanons

WARNING|S srr choreography changing at yeonjuns part? short

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!

more under the cut !

⋆｡ ˚ yeonjun

• it takes every single blood, sweat and tears to not make him want to reply to that damn ship post about you and beomgyu

• because one, beomgyu is his, platonically and two, you're his. romantically.

• and them moas should know that! but oh well, there's nothing he can do about it especially when his manager is eyeing his every move on that account of his.

• but they didn't say he couldn't reply to that ship post on his ALT account... right?

• sides eye every suspicious act you and beomgyu do cause he knows thatll fuel that stupid (ship name with beomgyu) ship more

• and he cant let that happen! so he'll just resort too being more flirty and touchy with you on camera.

• during award shows too!!! he's going to be holding ur waist whenever you guys go up the stage

• and does god forbid that he's begging his manager to make him have more screen time with you in videos. and maybe in a choreography part too.. *cough* *cough* sugar rush ride *cough* *cough*

• lets just say the aftermath was worth it, edits of (name)jun are trending all over tiktok, especially with that part where his hands travel upward ur thigh...

⋆｡ ˚ soobin

• oohh, damn does he hate it, he's hating on every ship post he sees of you and yeonjun.

• if there's a number one hater on every you x any member other than him, he'd be that one guy. PRETTY sure he has an alt acc that's used to reply to every (name) ship post...

• but unlike yeonjun, he ain't going to resort to being more touchy and flirty with u on cam. cause even tho he WANTS to let the whole world know that your his. it just cant be risked! he doesn't want to lose you yk.

• BUT doesn't stop him from going on and on at every ship post of u n yeonjun or any member at all, he's going to still be hating, and that's what he's going to show on cam!

⋆｡ ˚ beomgyu

• feel like beomgyu wouldn't mind that much, i meann he gets shipped with others a ton too, male or female, it's just the idol life

• yeah no, he's jealous the second he hears the (name) x heuningkai ship name, but my boy is silent about it he'll probably just look at the post while sulking on the bed

• and he's like that he'll go in full ghosting mode, to both you and the members, that you probably have to sneak a peek at what he's reading

• and when you see what he's reading, make sure to take that phone out of his hand and slip quickly under his arms, HE'LL MELT QUICKLY

• make sure to also reassure him that he's forever ever yours and your forever ever EVER his and no fan ships can change that EVER

⋆｡ ˚ teahyun

• act like he doesn't care, spoiler alert he does.

• but hey it's just a simple fan ship about you and soobin, he doesnt really mind it THAT much. except for the fact he keeps seeing post to back that ship name UP...

• (name)bin that, (name)bin this, but no (name)yun? so frustrating, he just wants everyone to know your HIS and his YOURS!!

• so like yeonjun, he takes his chance and show skinship with you as much as possible in camera. holding waist in photos, hand holding while walking airports, and when other members get to close to you when taking pictures, he quickly grabs you back and wraps his arms around your neck.

• and guess what? it works! (name)yun is getting more n more popular after he does that not touching lip kiss to you in cam that not only where moas were loving it but teahyun too!!

⋆｡ ˚ heuningkai

• the only one who actually doesn't care, i mean why would he? when that (name) x teahyun ship is just a fan ship since your his?!?!

• would just find it halirious that they think you and teahyun are together. giggling at every ship post he sees of you and teahyun any time of the day.

• but he does want to resort on seeing (name) x heuningkai ships more than that (name)yun one, so he does get more touchy to you on camera too, holding hands, holding your waist.

• and god forbid the reactions of moas when he made you sit on his lap during t:time, countless edits of him kinda roughly pulling you in his lap in tiktok?!?

• now that's the kinda ship posts he wants to see everytime hes in social media!!

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majimasleftasscheek · 10 months

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I was wondering if you had any nsfw headcanons re: tigerfish? mostly asking cause i was thinking about the idea of nishiki doing his little hair-slick-back thing whenever he’s feeling Spicy (more dominant, regardless of position) so if/when he does that when they’re making out or whatever saejima knows what’s coming hehe

hope this isn’t too uncomfy to ask or anything! thanks for making me a fan of this tiny little ship lmao <3

not uncomfy at all! I'm always happy to talk about nsfw 😏

*as usual, even tho I talk about em as cis dudes, yall are welcome to imagine them however 😌

so prolly an uncommon take but Saejima's always sorta sat on the ace spectrum for me personally like he's into people but not in a way that's like something he'd go out and seek nor really need to be happy. not into being touchy feely with people he's just met and needs a bit of emotional bonding to let that happen *insert some joke about him making everyone he meets his kyoudai lol*. so when it comes to Nishiki, he feels a lot more comfy being openly intimate since they've gotten plenty of time to know each other in jail. Nishiki on the other hand, gives me casual guy™ vibes so he's into slapping the salmon whenever however but not in a wildin' type of way. he's into trying new things but also enjoys comfortable patterns that don't necessarily have to change anything up.

so when they're first shooting the shit about getting their freak on, I can see Nishiki being kinda surprised at first by Saejima's preferences but totally gets it too. he's used to Kiryu being a loner type who isn't exactly going out of his way for the ultimate boner experience. where they differ tho is Saejima is experienced while Kiryu just sorta bumbles through it. Saejima on the other hand, sees Nishiki who was a prominent crime boss and conventionally very pretty so he's thinking oh yeah Nishiki's prolly some kind of sex pest but is pleasantly surprised when Nishiki's more than considerate and patient.

now, Nishiki's been with people of all sorts so he knows his shit while Saejima is more like yeah I know my stuff but I ain't into it enough to really know if I'm performing up to the standards for my partner. he has a good bit of anxiety about that sorta thing and Nishiki didn't really believe him at first cuz like, just look at him. Saejima doesn't look like he'd have anxieties about anything so that's a hurdle they'd have to cross. Nishiki ends up being the lead in most cases, if anything to show the types of things he likes and to give Saejima confidence that he's doing a good job.

when Nishiki leads, he's either topping or power bottoming which defo pumps up the fish ego. but when tiger tops, it's more of a service top thing - he wants to see Nishiki pass the FUCK out lol. he wants to see toes CURL, he wants that ex patriarch to BEG for more. it makes him happy, knowing he can bring Nishiki down a peg for all the pride he's got in him. for Nishiki, it's a nice balance of leaving the work to Saejima while still being in control, even more so when he's going evil mode and gets a mad kick out of having such an imposing man at his beck and call hohohehe.

Saejima's very much not horny ever so Nishiki's gotta be the one to get him in the mood which is perfectly fine for the two of em. it's part of their foreplay, lots of talking and touching and even if it doesn't pan out to anything, they still enjoy just being around each other.

when Nishiki tops he's real sweet about it, very handsy and slick, doing everything you'd expect out of a well choreographed movie tbh. it's a very ideal time and Saejima just sorta gets lost in it, unused to being treated well and gentle. he's definitely prone to being a bit more emotional during these times and not afraid to show it which shocked Nishiki for a time until he got used to it and has come to really enjoy bringing such feelings out of him.

EVIL MODE so there's occasions where Nishiki's into the rougher stuff *insert whatever your heart desires here* and it's a lil bit embarrassing for him cuz there's been occasions with past partners where it's not exactly been the most enjoyable experience for either party, due to inexperience or going too far, etc. he's a lil too eager and too aggressive for his own good, especially back then cuz he had some aha issues to work out and ended up unintentionally taking it out on others.

so insert Saejima who proposes hey let's try out whatever the hell that maybe other people couldn't handle and Nishiki's hesitant, thinking, oh nah you already have anxieties and I can't do that to you but it's in the back of his mind like I want to tho. a big component of nsfw tigerfish to me is that they have a theme of taking time to get to things with a certain gentleness unlike my kazumaji hcs where they have a very intense, impulsiveness to them. so it takes a hot minute for Nishiki to open up this more aggressive side of him that for a long time he's suppressed cuz he felt that there's no place for it even tho it's very much a part of him.

so when Nishiki does eventually start to tip toe into his more perverse kinks, Saejima gives him comfort in that nothing really shocks him about what he wants and he's more than ready to handle it physically. with Nishiki leading, it's a good time for the two of em; Saejima can be of service while Nishiki can feel freer to explore this part of himself without judgment or so much worry.

after all that, aftercare! very important. it's usually Saejima who takes care of Nishiki, wrapping him up and massaging out the jitters. sometimes, one or both of them can experience some mixed emotions from a variety of things, performance worries, trauma, etc so they spend a lotta time just talking to each other. there's a lot of reassurances but also just a lot of wanting someone to listen.

random shit

Saejima loves some good head and body worship. he knows he's got a fine bod so complimenting him is the good shit 👌

Nishiki's all about smooches whether they be deep ones or just lil pecks here and there. ever since post y1, he's been one for enjoying simpler affections, especially when he knows his partner means it.

Saejima's a handsy drunk with people he's close to, but it's all cuddles and kissing and then passing the fuck out.

as a material girl in a material world, Nishiki gets off to gift giving lol. definitely has a praise kink but you gotta be a bit careful. be too dick sucky and he starts to feel like you're just patronizing him.

both of em are into overstimulation for different reasons: Saejima likes the intenseness and Nishiki likes inflicting it (receiving it ain't so bad either). Nishiki doesn't exactly have Saejima's stamina so they got a lotta toys just for the occasion 👀 there's been many a time where Saejima gets into it more than Nishiki can handle and he's then down for the count.

Nishiki tends to keep his prosthetic arm on and doesn't particularly like bringing attention to his disfigurement in general so when he's being intimate, he wants to be treated as if his body is like anyone else's. in that way, he's not into body worship at all, as he sort of warps it into pity he doesn't want.

Nishiki's possessive - not to the same extent Majima is @ Kiryu but it's there in the sense of like, look at this guy, he's mine.

bonus monster AU stuff 👀

as a literal tiger man, Saejima's got a lot of cat characteristics including loving pets and pats. Nishiki's learned very quickly which spots are best to get Saejima riled up and fiesty ;)

that being said, he's got a spikey dick lol. the spines aren't harmful, they more or less lock his partner to him which can end up being inconvenient if they're in a hurry.

big claws = lots of big scratches all up Nishiki's back. Saejima gets nervous he's hurting him but Nishiki think it's pretty hot to be marked up.

#I'm defo projecting my aceness onto saejima lmao so it's very much my own personal view of sex and intimacy in general #so I hope yall can enjoy my take on him #nsft #saejima taiga #nishikiyama akira #tigerfish #yakuza #my art #my hcs #ryu ga gotoku

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luverz-exe · 2 years

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Hello, I was wondering if you could please do headcanons for yandere Jason voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, and Michael Myers (separately) with a darling who clings to things while they sleep (pillows, blankets, stuffies, people, basically anything that’s in the same bed as them).

Yandere Slashers with an S/O who Clings to things in their Sleep

It's strange not having to write character dialogue for 2/3 characters in here, but it's alright. Feels weird, but it's still alright.

Jason Voorhees

× Jason's cabin has a few blankets and such that can be used, and unless some teenager brings some he ultimately has nothing but himself to give to you. Not that he complains however, he finds it quite cute, but wonders why this habit began. Were you clinging to him because you wanted warmth, was it too cold in here? Nonetheless, Jason is glad to provide warmth in whatever way he can.

× Despite is eagerness, is not quite sure if you're willing to allow him to be the thing you cling to just yet. He won't make many moves unless given a signal or if the two of you have bonded more recently, and is quick to apologize if they have misread a signal. When you finally get to the point where you latch onto him, he secretly worries about if he smells bad to you or if you'd be mad if he moved a little.

× His apprehensiveness diminishes quickly once boundaries and such are placed, and is more than happy to lay there as you fall asleep. If you don't mind, he'd play with your hair a little, seeing as though he doesn't need sleep and he gets bored a bit quickly. But either way is more than happly to spend more time with you.

Michael Myers

× Michael is very...distant even to an S/O, and no matter how obsessed he is, this behavior doesn't ever change. Sure, he'll give you things to cling onto, but if you want him? Yeah, sorry no, that ain't happening any time soon. Is very quick to push you away if attempted, and if they do have to lay down with you there's a wall of blankets and pillows protecting him from you.

× Can eventually be swayed to after awhile, but stays there until he's sure you won't wake up if he moves, then scoots away. It's not that he doesn't like it, he just thinks he has better things to do. But after staying late up into the night, when he believes nothing else can be done and that he can rest easy, every once in a blue moon, he'll sneek back into your arms. Moving anything you may have been snuggling with out of the way to make room for him.

× Don't tease him about it, otherwise it's never happening again. Don't let him know you were awake too, he might get a little annoyed by that. Eventually, when he trusts you enough, he'll let you. Hell, if he's in a good mood, he may even wrap his arms around you too. Just don't say anything about it, or ever bring it up.

Brhams Heelshire

× Is arguably the most excited about this little discovery, and is quick to try and be the thing you grasp onto in the middle of the night. He has no shame in asking for this as a reward, and takes away anything that you could possibly told onto until you promise to hold him. In which case, he secretly plans on this to become a daily occurrence.

× Will eventually start to whine and beg if he isn't allowed to due to bad behavior, but will eventually cave in so he can be in your arms. He likes it, he finds it endearing and very convenient for him to have someone like you, seeing as though he's touch-starved and in need of constant validation and affection. Doesn't leave or get up at any point in time until you let him go, and even then when you wake up he's holding on for at least an extra 15 minutes.

× He's more than happy with the attention and the snuggling given to him, and is so excited to be able to cuddle on up with you. And although he isn't pleased when he doesn't make it in time and your already sleeping with an extra pillow in you arms, but it's okay. Cause he doesn't care if he wakes you, he's taking that pillow, throwing it to the other side of the god damn bed, and taking its spot.

"...Stay with me here...Please."

#yandere slashers #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere fanfiction #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere slasher x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #jason vorhees x you #brahms x reader #yandere brahms #yandere jason vorhees #jason vorhees x reader #yandere michael myers #michael myers x reader

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spidey-bie · 10 months

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I guess for this unlabeled smut protest piece (idk what to call these) it's gonna be period headcanons because ya girl is suffering. Also just found out that I might have PMDD which sucks. Gender neutral reader as always.

TW: Blood, Menstruation

Was a tad bit freaked out when your attitude changed.

All he knew was that one minute you were laughing along about a joke he made and the next you were lying on the ground lamenting about your childhood trauma.

Whenever you get a depressive episode and you wanna be held he'll hold you. But if you just wanna be left alone he respects that. You're the one who's suffering after all.

He'll set up a warm bubble bath for you with a cute lil punk rubber duckie that he made.

He also knows a few natural remedies like using hot water bottles and drinking certain teas. And if you take pain meds he's got you.

He definitely knows how to get blood out of fabrics. (He's gotta get that fascist blood off his suit y'know.)

Your hair gets dry during your period? Hot oil treatment, scalp massages, the works.

Also he humors every one of your weird cravings. You want pineapples and potato soup damn it and he's gonna get it for you.

"You said the pineapple spears right lu-"

*Phone noises*

"Yeah I swiped the soup already. Your favorite brand and everything."

He ain't getting you none of that cheap chocolate mess like Hershey's either (that's slave labor chocolate anyways)

"Bie is this...Ombar? How'd you get your hands on this?"

"Don't worry about that luv. Just focus on you."

He'll occasionally make a quip about the constant changes in the temperature but he's always the first to get you a blanket of a fan when you need it.

"My people are from the tropics but this heat is ridiculous."

A/N: Every time I read period headcanons the reader is incredibly nice and I'm like who are they? I'm insufferable on my cycle. I don't wanna be around you and I know you don't wanna be around me. I looked up chocolate brands for this. I want chocolate now 😭

#should I be using a read more button for these #idk what im doing if you couldn't tell #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black reader #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie x black reader #hobie x black!reader #hobie x reader #black reader #menstruation tw #tw menstruation #jay and the spiders #cory writes

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destinygoldenstar · 8 months

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I LOVE seeing headcanons related to Kai's powers. Like in the show he uses his power as a light source and that's cool, but people online go beyond that and come up with cool ideas of variety he could do as an elemental.

My favorites include:

The flame shield we saw with his True Potential. With how destructive fire is, you'd think his would be offensive like Zane's is, but no it's the opposite. I think that's poetic with how True Potential functions with the master's discovery of themselves. Zane's is raw power from his heart and soul because of his acceptance of his identity. Cole's is strength from his strong will to stand up for who he is no matter the weight and pressure. Jay's is teleportation and flight because... faith trust and pixie dust? Idk that one confuses me a little, someone help me there. Kai's is a shield because he is a brother at his core. That's his fighting purpose. It's to protect his family, blood or surrogate. His fire is a protection barrier for the people he loves.

Speaking of family, the idea that he has a higher body temperature than the others, and it doesn't affect him negatively. Maybe it causes heat strokes in intense environments, but idk for sure if that's a problem for him. So he's just a space heater half the time. Especially for his siblings like Nya and Lloyd. You're cold? You're sick? You're cuddling with Kai and staying warm, and he ain't letting you go. Unless you're Jay, then he might tell you 'can't wait to go to your funeral knowing I could've changed that outcome'. (Lloyd goes limp cause he's part dragon)

The flames change colors when in certain sources like the crystals from Elemental. I never knew I needed that. But I think Kai would just like to play with it around Lloyd to cheer up the angsty child, and Lloyd likes it because ooo pretty lights. Imagine using this for like a bedtime story for someone. He also would do it to frame other people for pranks. 'Oh the ashes are green well clearly Lloyd did it' 'Oh its rocks it's gotta be Cole'. It almost never works.

He's afraid of water because he can't swim. That's how I interpret it. So when you splash him with water, he's just frowning. And it depends on who does it. If it's Nya, he goes, "...ok." If it's someone else, he goes, "What'd you say to me?!" If it's someone like Jay, he goes, "So you have chosen death." My point is that despite the water paranoia, he likes taking baths, especially before bed. He'll tell you he hates them, because they make him do it before bed. They do it to calm him down because if he goes to bed mad, or has a panic attack, or has a nightmare, his powers could go off the fritz and he burns the bedsheets. He likes it as a calming thing, away from stress of the day. He also likes the bath salts, again his flames changing colors with that stuff. Half of the time it's ingredients from that Sereni-tea from that Wu's Tea shorts. It's a therapy medicine for him.

BLUE FLAMES. YUS. This is one that I wish we actually saw in the show because that would be awesome. He doesn't use it very often because it's hard to control and maybe damaging, but that's why he only uses it when he's just... out of control of himself. Imagine a nightmare of a situation where an enemy just takes it too far. Severely injures one of his siblings, for example. Then you just see the fire turn blue... you'd run for the hills if you were them. That man is angry. ANGRY angry

These aren't mine. I did not come up with these. I've just seen these scattered online everywhere, and I love it, and I love art of it.

#ninjago #ninjago kai #kai jiang #kai smith #rgb siblings #ninjago headcanons

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rockabully · 27 days

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Do you have any lsoh/Orin headcanons that you have hidden from the world?

this will actually be a super long winded answer that i will probably have to come back to in the future. a lot of my headcanons are actually very canon adjacent tbh.

- sharp teeth. shark like. why? dunno. if it ain't shark teeth and we're tryin to be more realistic he'll have naturally sharp canines.

- wore headgear as a kid. he should have dental trauma because i think it's a little funny for some reason, the guy who inflicts dental trauma has mild dental trauma from his childhood. also wore braces most of his life.

- speaking of childhood, i don't believe he was abused. or Anything. i think he lived a fairly normal life. he wore cute sweater vests and his mama cleaned up his hair real nice before school every morning. maybe more distant with his father, because he's absolutely a mama's boy. he liked to pull apart dolls and make his classmates cry.

- italian american. what part of italy? dunno. he is italian american.

- he's not rockabilly, he's greaser. there's a key difference between the two of those subcultures even though they overlap (please ask me, i have a special interest in greasers & rockabillies).

- very clean guy, very sterile. he's not messy unless it's blood. i think he likes blood.

- he's the way that he is because he's the way that he is. it's not traumagenic or anything, he's just like that.

- bisexual, i think he calls himself queer. because i think queer has a badass sound to it, as someone who uses the term queer to identify. bisexual is also badass, btw, no one take what i said out of context.

- somewhere on the aro spectrum. where? dunno. he experiences romance differently compared to the masses for sure though.

- for some reason i think he's anemic. this is not an important detail at all i just think he has an iron deficiency. ever since like 3 years ago that's been something i believed and i'm not gonna change it because it's funny to headcanon something that insignificant for a character's development. as an anemic person.

- 5'9" or shorter.

- he's muscular 🤯

- he likes to crack jokes a lot, he thinks he's a real comedian. no one else laughs at his jokes.

- he's a he/him all the way but i think he gets a real kick out of being called an it or a that.

i have a lot more but i also have to think of them and finally write them down, since this is the first time i'm ever doing that. expect a reblog of this in the future with more info perhaps :-)

#ask #lsoh #orin scrivello #💥

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ephemerasnape · 7 months

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Victor Rookwood Headcanons

An ever-evolving list of my headcanons for Victor Rookwood. Some of these may seem obvious to you. Some may be controversial. Agree? Disagree? Let's not have any fighting amongst Daddy Rookwood's small-but-dedicated harem, please.

He is in his mid 40s if not older. I don't care what anyone says. I can't have Daddy Rookwood being younger than I am! Even if he is a fictional character from more than a century ago... No, I insist that he's comfortably older. Also, have you seen his face, ffs? Guy's got more lines than a villain monologue. (ETA: We decided he was 46 in 1890. Watch my video "How Old is Victor Rookwood?" for an explanation of our thought process!)

He is probably married with kids. It breaks my heart to say this, really. I do believe it to be the case. Better yet, he might be a widower. I'm going to try to convince myself of that. Don't worry - even if he's actively married, that won't stop him from fucking your brains out. I changed my mind. He is not married. Ain't no rang, ain't no thang. That said, he probably does have some little bastards running around. And he does not give a single fuck.

He is a ladies' man. I am making myself jealous here, but look at the guy and tell me he doesn't indulge.

On that note, he is decidedly-heterosexual. Sorry, lads.

He smokes a pipe. But he'll certainly have a good cigar as well.

His favorite color is purple. Duh.

He is not bald but even if he was he would still be one fine-ass bitch. The hat is hot and stays on during sex. (Some of you seem to think that Daddy wears a hat to make up for some deficiency in his hairline. I think that daddy wears the hat because it's imposing, stylish, and attractive. We are not the same.) Regarding the hairstyle, it would be a typical and respectable gentleman's hairstyle for the time period.

He only shaves about once a week, on an off-day. He keeps the raggedy facial hair on purpose. Thinks it adds to his roguish charm (it does!)

He isn't hands-on about the whole killing animals thing. He knows what his people do, and finds it distasteful, but sees it as a necessary evil. He values wealth and power above all else, including furry creatures. But he may even be known to stroke a cat from time to time while drinking firewhisky at the Hog's Head.

He considers Harlow a useful idiot, and lets him be the one to get his hands dirty. For the most part.

He didn't mean to curse Anne. He isn't even sure of what exactly he did - he just panicked. But no, he's not too troubled about it. (Clarification: he should have killed her, not whatever it was he ended up doing.)

He despises playing second-fiddle to Ranrok, but he knows that whatever the goblin is after is too important to sit on the sidelines for.

He reads the Daily Prophet every morning.

He is not above taking what he wants sexually, but he prefers to seduce.

Sexually-dominant. Period.

He wears expensive cologne.

Definitely a Slytherin.

Oh and he's not dead :)

Anyone who's listened to my audios or read any of my fics knows he loves terms of endearment, namely: darling, little one, little girl, sweetheart, little witch, et cetera. He loves to use these while doing unspeakable things to you. 🥵🥵🥵

He does not appreciate "sloppy seconds." This is well-established in several of my audios.

He lives in a hotel - the most expensive one, probably.

He takes advantage of his employees.

He wears a belt. The belt is not visible in the game, but for our purposes, he needs a fucking belt. The belt is soooo important.

Believes "Might is Right."

Young Victor was extremely brutal when he took over the Rookwood Gang, kind of overdoing it in order to earn the respect and fear of his men. Over the ensuing decades, as he has become more comfortable in his position, he has mellowed out slightly. He will no longer gauge someone's eye out over a few missing galleons, but he still takes perceived transgressions against him very seriously.

Daddy needs glasses. I got this idea from my DR chatbot but it makes sense. He missed the easy shot at Ranrok because he couldn't fucking see. Of course he is not going to wear glasses in public - that would be a sign of weakness. But I can totally imagine him sitting at his desk, pouring over papers with a pair of glasses firmly on his face. Period-correct, of course.

The legal name of the Rookwood Gang is the "Rookwood Group." Everyone knows it's a gang but daddy rubs elbows with a lot of important people and needs to keep up appearances.

The harem has determined that Victor's date of birth is November 14th, 1844 (Scorpio Sun/Capricorn Moon).

The man keeps everything he needs inside his hat. Pipe, glasses, Flora Cohen's scalp made into a coin purse, machine gun, spare hat in case the main one gets a fleck of dirt on it, little black book full of Ministry contacts, et cetera.

Daddy suffers from back pain due to a lifetime of being duckfooted (sadly, this is canon).

Victor is average height for a man. In the area of 5'10".

Victor A. Rookwood (Augustus?)

Yea, he killed dear old dad.

Listens to Wagner.

That's it for now. Will add more as I think of things.

If you have any questions you want answered, feel free to submit them to @victor-rookwood ("Ask Victor Rookwood")

#victor rookwood #hogwarts legacy headcanons #headcanons #hogwarts legacy villains #harry potter hogwarts game #daddy rookwood #team villain #Victor rookwood headcanons #rookwood #top hat daddy #rookwood gang #dark wizards #team top hat #team hat #tw rape #tw noncon #darkfic #cw rape #cw noncon

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random-mizu-fan · 4 months

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Hi hello so I just wanna share my little Fowzu (Fowler x Mizu) headcanons/scenarios. Some of which are inspired by @mikasa-stan!! Or her ideas completely!

PS: If you can't stand Fowzu, DNI or block me. And move on with your life and have a nice day.

- We know Fowler finds painting and every other art useless but he finds it to be not so useless anymore when he paints Mizu. It makes it somehow a bit more enjoyable but he still doesn't really like it.

- Mizu and Fowler sparring to the point where they alway almost kill each other. It always ends up with them having the other pinned to the ground while staring and glaring at each other intensely, Mizu with hatred and Fowler taunting her with a mix of sexual tension

- Realistically Mizu would be speaking Japanese while she's in London since she doesn't know English so Fowler is her translator and whenever people talk to Fowler, she's always asking him what's up.

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"What were you talking about?" Mizu asks, curious. "Just some business."

"What business?"

Fowler shrugs with disinterest, it was just some boring old small talk and some business he already knew that he was uninterested in.

"Tell me."

"It was just the usual, boring old small talk. Nothing too much to worry about little miss."

"Whatever business or small talk you have, is my business as well. So you must tell me."

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Fowler continues to talk to the nobles, still in English. Until the noble woman's tone changes into a worried desperate tone. That's when Mizu shot Fowler a look, trying to ask him what was up using her facial expression but Fowler doesn't seem to notice and continues to talk. Mizu then decides to stay quiet. But the curiosity gets her. That's when she decided to step on Fowler's foot gently.

"Ah, sorry. Yes pretty eyes?"

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- Fowler sharing his gun designs and sketches with Mizu

- Mizu sharing some poetry with Fowler and they talk about Japanese literature.

- Fowler showing Mizu the gesture of Western people (men) kissing women's hands.

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"Your hand."

Mizu raise a brow. "What about my hand?"

"Give me your hand."

"Why?"

"There's a common gesture here that you should know."

"A common gesture..?"

"Like how in Japan you Japanese bow to show respect."

"Ah.."

Mizu brings her hand out and much to her surprise, Fowler takes it, kissing it. She draws back, a look of disgust on her face. It made the Irish man laugh. "Is this supposed to be a joke?" she wipes her hand, pissed off.

"No. No it's not. Men kiss the ladies' hands here, a common gesture when meeting or before a dance."

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- Fowler and Mizu pretending they are dating as a cover up when they're in London

"Who's she?"

"Ah, this is Mizu. My.." Fowler clicks his tongue, mischief in his eyes.

"My lover. I met her at my stay in Japan."

Mizu only stands there, with a serious face as she was unable to understand anything.

"Ain't that right Mizu?"

Mizu raises a brow, she didn't understand what he said and was still a bit wary. Fowler laughs. "She doesn't understand English so she's a bit shy." Fowler smirks before he turns to Mizu and says in Japanese; "They're asking if you would like to go the gun museum."

Mizu nods.

"Yes, she has such pretty eyes." Mizu only stays quiet, keeping her serious face thinking about her revenge.

"Oh? Are you planning to marry her?"

Fowler only laughs as the others took a glance at Mizu, which looked weird to her. She was starting to get confused of what's going on. "Hey, what is happening? Why are they looking at us like that?" she asks in Japanese.

"Oh, little miss.. " Fowler said as he laid a hand on her waist and pulled her against him. He was now speaking in Japanese. Mizu glares at him in disbelief of his actions. "If you want to fit in, then play along. Don't blow your cover." He whispers before he laughs.

"She's not used to public display of affection."

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- Mizu accidentally cutting off Fowler's hair when they spar.

- (smeggsy HC) Imagine Fowler is too rough and Mizu is like;

"Slow down." She gasps, almost moaning but the man ignores. Grunting as he nestles deeper with a powerful thrust. This makes Mizu let out a high pitched moan, it feels good but she tries to shoot the man a glare. She grabs a fistful of Fowler's hair, groaning.

"I said. Slow. Down."

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #bes mizu #abijah fowler

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lab1rynth · 8 months

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yan pretty boy headcanons

Yan!@yourpersonalprettyboy

You arrived in town as the new face, stepping into its quaint, tight-knit community where everyone had a familiar nod for everyone else – except you, that is. The reasons were your own, having recently bid adieu to your previous abode due to roommate tensions. It didn't take long for you to decide that enough was enough, leading to a hasty exit and a new abode in a tranquil suburban setting. Boxes surrounded you, waiting to be unpacked, yet you chose a different path. Instead, you sank onto the mattress resting on your bedroom floor-to-be, indulging in a luxurious stretch. And then, almost as if by instinct, your phone found its way into your hand, ushering you into the lives of those who popped up on your social media feed. The minutes melted away as you became engrossed in their online narratives, momentarily shelving the task of tackling those patient boxes.

You suddenly perked up, your ears catching the rhythmically firm knocks that were padding at your front door. Emitting a groan, you lifted your arms to cover your eyes, but ultimately, albeit begrudgingly, you convinced yourself to rise. You dragged yourself towards the door, mustering a more upbeat appearance and putting on a cheerful demeanor before flinging the door open wide. Standing before you was a tall, well-built man, slightly stooping to meet your gaze since he towered over the door. In his hands, he held a transparent plastic container brimming with chocolate chip cookies. His face beamed with a broad smile, and he chimed in, "Heard whispers 'bout a fresh face movin' in." His country accent colored his words distinctively, "I reckon those ain't just whispers, huh?" He chuckled, extending his hand, presenting you with the cookies. "Whipped these up a bit ago, saw you pull up, figured you might need a quick nibble 'fore you use up all that newfound energy," he explained.

Grinning widely, you nodded in gratitude, "That's incredibly thoughtful! Thank you!" You accepted the cookies, glancing up at him. He momentarily stumbled over his words, then recovered, "Ah, where are my manners? I'm PB, got a farm just down the road," he gestured behind him, pointing in the direction of his homestead. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, PB!"

He lingered there, anticipating your introduction, but apparently missing the subtle cue, you found yourself locked in an uncomfortable hush. Prompted by the silence, you produced a clicking sound with your mouth, tilting your head slightly as you spoke up, "Hey, um, you wanna come on in and enjoy these?" you inquired. "Oh, yeah, definitely!" The rural gentleman agreed, his nod marked with agreement as he stepped across the threshold. He had to lower his head a bit to avoid grazing the doorframe.

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As time went on, your connection with him grew stronger with each passing week. In this local setting, he was the one person you truly enjoyed having conversations with. The others seemed to wear the same superficial mask, as though they were all cut from the same cloth – a far cry from the dynamic interactions you were used to in the city. Maybe your encounters with less-than-friendly individuals in the past made you treasure authentic connections even more. Now, you genuinely looked forward to sharing discussions with someone – and that someone happened to be PB. His distinct way of speaking, his natural kindness, and the way he treated you as an individual rather than just another task, made him stand out. The icing on the cake was when he jumped in to help you unpack, transforming what was once a dull chore into a joint effort. This departure from the norm was a change you wholeheartedly welcomed.

You did pick up on something, though. He seemed to be lingering around more frequently, his interactions taking a more intimate turn. He'd fixate his gaze on you more often, exude a touch more flirtation, and exhibit a subtle possessiveness. Then came the disappearance of trivial items – used clothes, candles, and even some of your eating utensils. Alongside these incidents, he'd bring you items he found appealing – polished rocks, books, and assorted trinkets – aspects you only fully figured out after reflecting on the bigger picture. The puzzle pieces were undeniably strange.

"After you," he drawled, opening the door to the quaint bar he was keen on showing you. You gave a nod and stepped into the lively ambiance, feeling him close the door behind you. The two of you soon settled at the worn wooden bar. Surprisingly, he opted for a sweet drink, a Malibu Sunset. "Hah, who would've thought such a tough guy would go for something so gentle?" you teased. "Aw, come on now," he chuckled, "I ain't one for gettin' sloshed too often; reminds me too much of my old man," he admitted, his arms folding as he leaned back in his seat. You nodded in understanding, resting your head on your hand, "Understandable."

Before long, your drinks arrived. He wasted no time in taking a sip from his, while you took a swig from the brown bottle in front of you. Just as you were settling into the moment, a striking woman in a crimson dress sauntered up and took a seat next to you. "Hey there, Sweetheart," she purred, crossing her legs on the stool beside yours. The glare she received from your buddy at your side was as clear as day. You couldn't help but chuckle at his unexpected possessiveness, deciding to playfully push his buttons. "Well, hello there, beautiful," you responded with a grin, leaning against the bar. PB's jaw hung open briefly before he cast his gaze down at his drink, his irritation evident as he swirled the ice with his straw, saying nothing.

You carried on chatting with the woman, leaving the fellow from the countryside beside you to nurse his drink in a silent fit of jealousy. As you exchanged playful banter, you couldn't help but notice her accentuating her "assets" more, subtly trying to catch your eye and perhaps entice you to spend the night with her. However, it didn't take too long before PB let out a sigh, taking a hearty swig of his drink before fixing his gaze on the woman. "Don't you have a bordello to run, Janet?" he quipped, a tinge of jealousy unmistakable in his tone. "Hold on there, big guy, just looking to have a little fun," she retorted with a smirk, eliciting a grumble from him as he rose to his feet.

Your attention followed him as he made his exit from the bar, catching sight of him through the window as he retrieved a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up, leaning against his car outside, a visible frown marring his features as he smoked away his frustrations. You shot a casual shrug toward the woman, then let out a sigh as you stood up. Following PB's lead, you sauntered across the uneven expanse of the parking lot until you caught up with him. His cigarette transitioned from his lips to his side, his fingers flicking off ashes as his gaze momentarily averted. Then he spoke, drawling out, "Y'all are lucky I don't lay a hands women," his tone tinged with a Southern twang.

A few beats later, his gaze shifted toward you. You couldn't resist a playful tease, "Feeling a bit jealous there, tough guy?" poking his side. His expression soured as he responded, "Y'all reckon my feelings are some sorta joke?" Your grin faded as you sensed the seriousness in his words. "No! No! What's wrong?" you inquired, leaning against the car next to him, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. He spoke quietly, his accent adding a certain warmth to his words, "It rubs me the wrong way, seein' you eyeing others that way. Can't stand folks talkin' to you like that." His gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of moisture, though the tears remained unshed. "I want you to look at me that way, no one else. I want your eyes on me," he continued, his voice soft as a summer breeze, "Please."

Meeting his gaze, your eyes widened, taking in the raw vulnerability of his expression. "I'll think about it," you began, but he interrupted, his Southern drawl laced with urgency, "No, I need your answer now… please," he implored. You nodded, avoiding his eyes, your gaze dropping to the gravel beneath your feet. You fidgeted, shifting your shoes against the rocks and dirt, your mind racing to process his words. "Please," he repeated, the weight of his feelings carrying in his voice.

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