#and if anything the fact that he really does keep his guard so high up so often makes you WANT to write him being sappy

[steddiewithachance]

Vampire Pancakes

A response to this writing prompt. Thought it was too cute, had to write it! @dwobbitfromtheshire

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No one really knows what to do with Eddie right now. Everyone is jittery around him, going so far as to hold their breath when he so much as twitches. Even Dustin is squinting at him with calculating eyes; he's analyzing Eddie for threat.

Eddie will continue to courteously ignore the hand that Nancy is keeping stationed on her belt conveniently close to the little pistol everyone knows she's hiding. It doesn't matter that Eddie helped them kill Vecna, or that he saved Baby Byers' life. It doesn't matter when he has sharp teeth, dark eyes, and a thirst for blood. He can't blame 'em for being scared.

Eddie thinks about his dad. Wonders if even Al would see Eddie as a monster now.

Eddie got picked on a lot as a kid and he'd often come home from school tired and weepy. Al would look up from the couch in that black tank top he always wore. He'd set down whatever he was smoking to pat the spot next to him.

"What happened Ed? Was some little shithead mean to ya?"

Eddie would nod and slump into his father's side, eyes burning from the spicy, smokey air. When Eddie pressed his face into his dad's arm, Al would pull back and pat his head with sorrowful eyes. Al didn't really know how to comfort a kid or maybe he thought that being distant was in Eddie's best interest.

"You're too soft, Ed. Ya gotta make those kids think you can pack a punch. Chin up, eyes mean, shoulders back. Make 'em intimidated, make 'em fear ya."

So like any kid who thinks their dad's word is law, Eddie listened, or tried his best at least. But his dad never said that mean eyes, dark clothes, and loud music would get him accused of witchcraft by a bunch'a angry jocks and chased straight into hell.

Now his sheepies -his kiddos- are looking at him like they're scared, like they can't trust him and that is a fucking gut punch. Because pretty early on in his high school career, he decided that his purpose was gonna be standing as a shield for other kids like him. He wanted to be a source of safety and warmth in an otherwise cold and unforgiving storm.

Being feared is lonely and sad, Eddie has discovered, and he worries this is his new permanent reality.

Eddie quietly sits through his friends hammering out the logistics of a nighttime schedule to organize sleeping shifts so someone always has an eye on him. It's sick. Eddie has to excuse himself to cry about it. He has no uncontrollable urges to eat anyone here, Steve does smell appetizing, but he wouldn't jump the guy.

He can still eat human food apprently, it barely does anything for him, but it's something. Eddie thinks it's enough to quell any feral urges he may or may not get. He thinks the party is being unreasonable about their safety precautions, but really, he'd probably do the same if there was a monster in the same house as him.

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It's a long night, he can't fall asleep but he'll pretend to so that everyone can relax a little. The changing of the guard chafes at him and makes his lip quiver. He bites his lip to prevent a wounded sound from slipping out when Robin nudges Steve awake and says it's "his turn on hell shift". Eddie jolts because he remembers he has real sharp teeth now, and biting his lip does, in fact, hurt like a bitch.

"You're not asleep, huh?" He hears whispered into the air of the big living room after Robin has settled back into sleep. It's Steve's sweet and melodic voice.

"I'm trying." He responds, brokenly.

"Wanna get some fresh air with me for a minute? I need'a smoke." Steve is already shrugging the sheets off of him and carefully stepping over his sleeping friends towards the back door. Eddie doesn't think he has a choice, but to follow. Stepping out of this stuffy room does sound like a relief though.

Eddie makes the same journey through the sea of teenagers sprawled across Steve's floor and out the sliding glass door. When he steps onto the patio, all of the crickets stop chirping around him. The night goes silent. What the fuck? Is that because of him? He loves the sound of crickets, though.

He walks over and curls up in one of the Harringtons' fancy-loungy-pool-chairs. Steve stays standing, leaning artfully against the side of his house next to the glass. He flicks open his lighter and the small flame illuminates his square jawline with a warm glow. He's so achingly handsome. He's like a movie star, or a model.

"You okay?" Steve asks conversationally.

"Not even a little."

Steve sighs and pushes off the wall to walk towards Eddie's chair. He sits at the foot of it and swivels so he's looking at Eddie.

"I'm really sorry Eddie. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling. I won't pretend to." Steve sets a hand on Eddie's ankle and Eddie could cry from the small gesture of comfort that he's practically writhing for. "I feel like what happened to you is all my fault. I know that 'sorry' wont cut it, but for the record, I am. Completely and utterly sorry." That's a silly thing to think.

"It's not your fault, are you kidding? How do you reckon it's your fault?"

"Sending you with Dustin? Alone? Putting all that responsibility on you?" Steve looks down at his cigarette with disgust. He twists it into the cold concrete next to his socked foot and looks back at Eddie. There's no fear in his expression, and for once Eddie is grateful for his reckless bravery.

"It was the best plan and we all agreed to it. Don't sweat it, Harrington." Eddie feels like he's not all there. Feels like maybe if he was more composed he could comfort Steve better, but he's hungry and dazed, sad and tired. Steve nods solemnly, and clears this throat.

"And about everyone being kind of on edge... It'll pass. I think they're all thinking about when Billy Hargrove got possessed by the mind flayer and went homicidal on us. He tried to kill all the kids."

Eddie desperately wants to hear all the other Upside down stories one day. He keeps trying to stitch together all these scraps of lore that keep getting dropped on him. He has no right to ask about something so traumatic, so he'll just be patient and wait for more lore to drop.

"Everyone's just being cautious. Vecna's dead though, so I'm not really sure who they think would possess you." Steve finishes and squeezes Eddie's lower calf where his hand rests.

"I get it. Kinda hurts my feelings, but I get it." Eddie mumbles and feels his eyes getting heavy. He wonders if he could fall asleep out here. Maybe if the crickets were still chirping and it wasn't so goddamn quiet.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." It's fine, this might not even be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

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In the morning Eddie curls himself into Steve's little kitchen nook. Eddie kind of loves the window seat, it's something his mom would have wanted, Eddie theorizes. She was always looking out windows, probably daydreaming about escaping. Eddie does it too.

The kids seem warmer this morning. There's no more hushed whispers or pointed looks. They're talking and moving around the house less cautiously. Hopefully, the stiffest interactions and the worst of their distrust is behind them. Nancy's still watching him like a hawk though.

Steve shuffles into view, his socks are bunched up around his ankles. It's cute.

He holds out a plate for Eddie with a dumb smile on his face. When Eddie reaches for it, he sees a stack of pancakes and the top pancake has a little face made out of blueberries and two whipped cream fangs. It's a vampire pancake. Steve made Eddie a sweet little vampire pancake.

"Oh my god, you're so adorable." Eddie squeaks and makes a grabby hand for the fork Steve's holding. Steve blushes and hands over the fork.

"Do you like it?" Steve asks coyly. The pancakes feel like a hug, they feel like an apology that Steve doesn't even owe.

"I love it, chef." Eddie pokes at the pancake-vampire's cheek. "I don't know if I can eat him. He's too cute." Eddie giggles. Steve looks up at him with bright sparkly eyes. God he's perfect. Eddie's hungry for him in five different ways.

Robin and Dustin come up beside Steve to look down at the plate.

"I want one!" Dustin announces loudly. Steve turns around and heads back to the stove, he looks so proud of himself.

"You can have normal pancakes. Those are special for Eddie." Steve says with a wink. Dustin looks down at Eddie and pouts at him as if Eddie has any say in who gets what kind of pancake.

"Dustin had to watch it all happen, he should get one too." Eddie tells Steve earnestly while Steve is pouring more batter into the pan.

Dustin gloats and yells "Exactly! Thank you, Eddie."

And it feels like things are gonna be okay.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steddie fluff #soft steve harrington #steve harrington is a sweetheart #kas eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #vampire eddie x steve #writing prompt #steddie microfic

[bigfatbimbo]

silly low effort Vox x reader headcanons —

Silly headcanons because Vox is one goofy piece of shit. It’s very comical actually. Like if you live together he would come home and literally just bitch and bitch about his day. Even if he actually considered it a good day, that wouldn’t stop him. Sings very loudly in the shower in hopes that you’ll hear him and tell him how great he sounds. No one fishes for compliments like this man. It’s really funny how he does it because he like give you prompts. “Oh yea, this afternoons live broadcast was, or at least I thought, one of the better ones of the week. What about you? What’d you think?” And then he’d hit you with the most insincere smile and blink at you expectantly. I think he’d work best with a reader who doesn’t play into his shit. He needs a reality check to get his ego in order, let’s be real. But definitely not one that’s anything like Val; AKA overly critical and negative. Give him a good amount of praise but not in a yes-man type of way. He already has too many workers like that. Like a good sincere, specific compliment would knock him flat on his ass. I said in a recent shitpost that was super ticklish and I meant it! The back of his head where his wires are and the sides of his stomach are his most sensitive spots. If you spontaneously attack you by tickling him, he’ll literally loose his shit laughing and be so caught off guard. ”Holy shit—hah— stop! Stop it—“ He’d practically seethe through violent giggles. “—y/n—pfft—this isn’t funny!” And then he’d pretend to be all pissed off after you finally stopped, but in reality he liked the attention. He likes to keep his walls up and not be vulnerable but, given the right approach, I don’t think it would be that hard to fluster him. I saw a headcanon where his eyes can make heart shapes and I second this. When you make him blush his screen would just light up brighter and his eyes would turn to hearts. Then he’d be like “God FUCKING dammit! Shut the fuck up, already!” because of how obvious it would be. He’d have to put his hands over his screen and turn away from you. But he’d be very annoyed the whole time which would lead to this comical pissed off blushy rage. He gets really excited about things easily, leading to a bunch of excess energy and he’d probably get really loud too. This doesn’t only happen when you’re watching something he’s really invested in, although that is the more often situation. You could be playing a board game and he’d get unbelievably happy if he was winning. Hell, maybe your just listening, really listening, too one of his ideas for Voxtech. Usually the other vees kinda just go on their phones when he’s like this, maybe even tell him to shut up. Although that probably doesn’t bother him that much, he’d be genuinely taken aback if you listen. He’d probably stop half way through his excited rambling and notice you just looking at him. Tell him how cute he looks I DARE YOU. Que the angry blushing as he hides his screen. He’s also a huge complainer. Like HUGE he’s actually unbareable. He considers himself the least spoiled out of the Vees, and yeah, probably. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t. “Yeah, and the fucking press was all over my ass today about ‘safety’ or some shit. I played it off fantastically as per usual but god, they’re annoying.” ”Yes, Vox. God forbid they bother prince charming over here.” ”Exactly!” I also think he’d want your attention like 24/7 on the clock. Like if you even stop to talk to anyone else he’d probably cross his arms, tap his foot, and just fucking pout. Maybe he’d even sigh dramatically in your direction and check his watch because if you can’t tell, Vox is very high maintenance. All the Vees are in fact. He’d get jealous very easily too if your attention is directed at anyone else. ”Who are you texting? Is that a ‘good friend’ or something? Hm. You only texted me twice today.” I also think that he would like cuddling after a long day like with his screen resting on your chest and watching tv with you. He’d never ask though, so you’d just have to know when to offer.

He also would like it when you rub his back and treat him gently like that. He probably wouldn’t be used to gentle touch. Probably also falls alseep on you a lot.

a/n — Take these all with a grain of salt BY THE WAY. Because I titled these ‘silly’ headcanons for a reason.

This doesn’t include how terrible he would be (manipulative, selfish, etc) because I just felt like doing something light hearted without angst!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox #vox x you #vox x reader #hazbin vox #vox #silly low effort headcanons

[mera-k1]

Hypnosis Mic - ass, tits, thighs (or other)?

hypnosis mic x gn!reader

-some are more nsfw than others but still, minors dni

Ichiro can’t admit that he really likes your chest. there’s just something about it that draws his eyes towards it and he can’t help himself. he’d stare at it for hours if you’d let him, hell he’d even like to put his face on it.

Samatoki doesn’t give a shit about who sees his hand on your ass whenever he’s got you nearby. he loves to grab your ass when he’s fucking you whether you’re in missionary or riding him.

Jyuto is a simple man, preferring your thighs when asked. he loves that he can spread them easily and watch your face go red as his gloved hand wander slowly inwards.

Rio is an ass guy and that’s that. he simply just answers ass whenever you ask him about it and you’re truly not sure why since he doesn’t touch it a lot. He can’t help but look whenever you attempt to show it off for him though.

Ramuda can’t help but play with your chest whenever he’s able to. he’ll pinch and squeeze all the while you’re trying to hold yourself together to his teasing. which he won’t stop till you either put him in his place below you or let him stay in control till he’s satisfied.

Dice can’t control himself when he sees your chest and collarbone. he desperately wants to just kiss and bite you till there’s little marks all over your chest.

he loves your hands, especially when they’re trailing down his chest. Gentaro can’t get enough of how your hands feel on his skin and although he can be quite teasing himself, he would much prefer having you tease him with your hands.

Jakurai.. he is a polite man and doesn’t stare. he is fond of your thighs though and can’t help but clear his throat when you come out with some thigh highs that he wasn’t expecting to see you in. he get’s caught off guard each time too.

to put it simply, Hifumi likes your chest. he’s not teasing or anything about it though. he simply loves to just give them a playful squeeze and a few kisses before he does anything else.

Doppo is so embarrassed about the fact that he loves your thighs. he loves to lay on them, yes, but he also loves to be in between them. he is a giver in bed and would love to pleasure you while being between your thighs.

with Sasara, you can’t tell where he’s looking but, he’s looking right at your ass most times. he never does anything but he’s definitely checking it out and when you catch him, he just smiles at you and tells you that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

he’s a respectful man but, Rosho can’t help looking at your chest sometimes. he knows he shouldn’t be staring so much especially when you’re not doing much but he truly just wants to squish them with his hands.. maybe to see what reaction he’d get.

he’s got a thing for your ass and you know it very well. Rei won’t leave your ass alone for a second and he’s always gotta have a hand on it. whether you both are out in public or fucking. he’s always squeezing it with absolutely no shame.

Kuko always has a smug grin whenever he walks up behind you, planting a hand on your ass. he’s always has to grab your ass whenever he has you in his arms, it’s just habit at this point and he loves the surprised face you give him when he does it.

Jyushi loves your thighs. he can’t stop looking whenever you put thigh highs or fishnets on. there’s just something about them that makes him uncontrollably flustered just thinking about it!

he says he doesn’t care but, Hitoya loves your hips. just holding them to keep you in place as he fucks into you. he honestly would never tell you how attractive he finds just holding you by your hips.

#♡ fics ♡ #hypmic smut #hypnosis mic smut #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic #hypmic #ichiro smut #ichiro yamada x reader #samatoki smut #samatoki aohitsugi x reader #jyuto iruma x reader #jyuto smut #rio mason busujima x reader #rio smut #ramuda smut #ramuda amemura x reader #dice arisugawa x reader #dice smut #gentaro yumeno x reader #gentaro smut #jakurai jinguji x reader #jakurai smut #hifumi izanami x reader #hifumi smut #doppo kannonzaka x reader #doppo smut #sasara nurude x reader #sasara smut #rei amayado x reader #rei smut

[milky-aeons]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

౨ৎ . . . in which prince GOJO SATORU must keep quiet in lieu of his lover's surprise guests.

warnings: m!reader, prince!reader, aladdin!au, established relationship, swearing, bondage, gag-play, gag-speech, exhibitionism, mentions of marriage, sexual content, oral giving (m!reader), mdni, w.c 3.8k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ supernatural — ariana grande ꒱ ˎˊ-

The country of Agrabah boasted extreme temperatures at this time of year. Solace from the scorching rays could only be reached in shaded corners, at the banks of the River Jordan, or behind the walls of small settlements with their tarps pulled shut. There was never many citizens to see out on the cobbled streets at high noon.

But in this throne room, one of the many stray guards thought, a cold lick of sweat trickling down his back, one would not think they resided in the sunny Middle East. But, perhaps, an igloo in the Antarctic.

"You are showing improper manners when in the company of your Sultan, son and prince of mine."

"Eh, that so? Go tell someone who cares."

Chasing after those drawled words was a harsh pop when the prince cracked his neck. He rubbed the spot soothingly, then rolled his head the other way, hoping to do the same.

Every soldier lining the golden walls shared a wayward look. From high up on the platform with which he sat; the Sultan — His Majesty, the Ruler of these lands — twitched his eyebrow.

"Really. You do understand I could have your head right this moment. Delivered to me on a golden platter?" He hissed at his son. When there was no reaction from the troublesome prince, the Sultan's temper flared — he shot to his feet, red-faced, and barked, "Satoru!"

Prince Satoru grumbled at the shrill voice splitting the air. He sunk down deeper into the lounge, as if hoping it would swallow him whole and release him from whatever the hell this was meant to be.

"Oi, oi, old man," He griped, digging a finger into his ear. "You sure yellin' like that is good for you, right now? You could keel over at any second, ya'know?"

Metal clanged softly as each of the soldier's guard shifted to grip their sabres — their Sultan was livid; he was flushed and fuming and looked just about ready to mete out an execution warrant. For his own son. Their muscles tensed, nerves on fire. Because of course, they would obey anything and everything their Majesty ordered of them as sworn militants to his hand.

But everyone in Agrabah's fine Palace walls knew that fighting the Prince Gojo Satoru was a losing battle before it could even begin.

To their relief, the stout Sultan let out a long, grieved sigh, and sunk back down onto his perch.

"Must you make every conversation a task with you?" He grumbled, rubbing a beringed hand down his face.

Satoru's face stretched into a smile. "And lose the fun of riling you up? Not a chance."

Prince Satoru leaned up and bowed his body into a stretch. Decorative chains, golden pendants and all other jewellery this royal was adorned with clinked together through the movement. He collapsed onto the cushions once more. "So?" He moaned. "You didn't drag me all the way to the throne room just'a scold me. Whaddya want?"

"What I want," His father spat, emphasising the word like it was venom. "Is to talk about your nuptial duties you have been conveniently ignoring."

"Don't know what you're talkin' about." Satoru hummed. His eyes had wandered to the great furry beast that had taken interest to prowl his way. Striped and deadly — one of the many Palace pets butted his head into Satoru's palm when he held it out affectionately. "Neither does Rajah, actually." He added, gesturing to the massive tiger that had curled up at his feet.

A cool stare was all he was answered with. When the Sultan spoke again, it was dripping with impatience, "You may play the fool all you wish, boy, but the fact will always stand that you are to take this throne one day. And for that to be a smooth, successful transition, you must show unity. You must take a partner to make your ruler, alongside you."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm already one step ahead of ya there" Satoru said. "I've already got my someone, don't I?"

"If who you refer to is that low-life prince you have been rolling in the sand with—"

"Oi." Satoru raised his voice. The single syllable carried the impact of a whipcrack. "Watch it, old man."

But the Sultan surged forward. "You can not possibly believe to take the throne with a prince from such a disgraceful family as your—!"

BANG!

The sound of the lounge chair hitting the floor jarred everyone in the throne room; even those most seasoned in battle gave a flinch. Rajah hissed and growled; one poor maiden had become so startled she let the palm leaf she had been using to fan her Majesty clatter to the stone tiles below.

Satoru stood to his unbelievable towering height. All the fine robes and silks he wore draped over his body exposed flesh that tightened in rage. He practically vibrated. And his eyes — how they blazed. A radiant blue fire that contested with droplet sapphires hanging draped around his waist.

He glared up at the Sultan, his voice like a winter storm, "Let another fucking word come out of your wrinkly mouth about him and see what happens. Go on. I dare ya."

Perilous silence fell and settled against everyone's shoulders. No one dared move — which emboldened Satoru to take a step forward, raising his chin in that brave gesture he always had since he was but a fledgling boy.

"That's what I thought. Now, why don't I make somethin' clear? When you finally cough one too many times and bite the dust — it will be me that sits up on that throne, and it will be him who stands by my side. It's gonna be him that all those civilians bow down to; who they marvel and respect. And not because of what family he was popped out of — but because he is just that fuckin' awesome. There's nothin' that's gonna change my mind. Either I take him to be my husband, or walk and leave your Palace empty and dusty. Do I make myself damn clear?"

Perhaps it was because he was too stunned at his son's gall that the Sultan refused to answer — his dark eyes wide and startled, his lips twitching with words but no sound. Or, perhaps it was because this ruler had realised something; that he was a fool. An oblivious fool for not noticing sooner how deep his heir's relationship stretched with the prince residing on the other side of the River Jordan, and what repercussions it was bound to have.

"Good." Satoru chirped when no one spoke a word, his expression suddenly sweet and silly. With one smooth movement did he twirl on his heel and sauntered right out of his father's throne room.

The grape was ripe and juicy as you popped it into your mouth, delighting in its tart sweetness spreading over your tongue. You smiled wide around your mouthful, grabbing another.

"Is the fruit to your liking, your Majesty?"

The question had come from the older, scarier gentleman of your guard who stood closest to you on the balcony. Of course, there was a specific reason he had asked that question — one that involved powerplay, that taught the young servant holding the fruits tray a lesson in subservience. You glanced over your shoulder to him, then to the little boy whose arms had begun to shake in poorly concealed terror.

You held the servant's watery eyes for one second, two. Then let a smile beam across your expression.

"Why, it's wonderful! I think it might be the best fruit of the season. And this young man here has prepared them quite well," A small yelp squeaked out of the boy when you swooped down to steal the platter from his hands — who knows what your guard would do if he dropped it. "Make sure his family are treated well for this, won't you?" You directed at your guard.

The solider stiffened to solute. "Yes, sir."

But you saw the stormy dissatisfaction that raced across his eyes — you must not be so soft-hearted to your servants, you could already hear him scolding you later that evening; when the sun had set and the walls no longer had ears — a strong prince does not give all his riches to commoners, he must bet on the winning piece that occupies the chess board.

The servant-boy looked unsure as to what to do with himself — his eyes flickering nervously from your face to the tray in your lap. Smiling, you leaned down from your perch on the stone balcony, and lay a soft hand on his shoulder.

"You may go now, boy. Tell your father you have done well, today."

An emotion that looked stuck between shock and elation contorted his tan skin — but he nodded feverously. And then ducked underneath your dozens of guards to race down the Palace halls.

"Such a sprightly little man." You chuckled, listening to the slapping of his sandals get quieter the further he got. "I think you were about to make him cry, Abdul."

"If he were a man," Your guard spoke in his characteristic monotone. "He would have no need for tears."

"But if he were a child?"

"Maybe you should listen to your stick-in-the-ass guard!" A voice shouted from somewhere down below. Familiar and fond; eliciting a thousand racing sparks flickering across your skin. "I'd hate to see ya overthrown by some crooks just 'cause you're such a softy, y'know~!"

Immediately, as if were almost instinctive at this point to follow his voice, you threw yourself over the edge of the balcony. And there he was — the absolute demon of a man — standing perched on the roof of one of your lower palace buildings. Prince Gojo Satoru had a hand shielding his eyes from the sun — but even from all the way up here, you felt them against your skin — you felt the promise and the intensity and the love he always held in them.

You mirrored his wicked grin — although no where near its dazzling mischievousness.

"Well, you are on the wrong side of the River Jordan!" You yelled down to him. "This is a surprise. Surely a prince such as yourself would not notice a part of his concubine missing if I were to disappear, now would you?"

Satoru did not say anything in response to your tease. Instead, he dropped his hand and positioned them on the stones of your Palace walls. His shoulder muscles tensed and bunched when he lifted his body weight to climb — brick by brick, rock by rock, until his pale fingers curled around the lip of your balcony's edge.

He heaved himself up in one rush — so strong, so Satoru — until he could surge up and collide his lips with your surprised ones.

"Don't say shit like that." He rasped when you broke free, intending to greet him properly — but Satoru just placed a large hand to the back of your head and pulled you in, again.

His kiss was not punishing — but it was fuelled by something; a simmering emotion hiding behind the surface of his princely mask. You hummed into his mouth, accommodating him by twining your fingers into his soft hair, but you gasped when he tilted his head and deepened your kiss into one that was a lot more hot, a lot more needy and desperate.

You waved your guard away mindlessly when Satoru climbed over the balcony — still keeping your lips locked. He was like a bull on a one-track mission, a beast ready to devour you. He did not give you but a moment to breathe. He clawed at your short tufts of hair so he tilted your head back; delving his tongue deep and thick into your mouth.

You could not help the moan that tore up your throat at his relentless pursuit, feeling his hands roving down your broad back, the fabrics on your waist. When he reached around to grip your ass, you gasped, breaking his insistent kiss. Satoru was not deterred; he buried his face into the crook of your neck and suckled softly and your sensitive skin — grinding your bodies together.

"You—ah!" You gripped at his muscular shoulders for balance as he found your sweet spot just below your ear — and attacked with hungry need. "Your shoulders are tense, my love. Another... run in with your father? Or are you just aching to have me?"

The ferocious growl that rumbled through his chest was all the answer you needed. "Both." He heaved, resurfacing to look at you. And oh, how you would never get used to the beauty of him. Even when he was wearing a grumpy frown and had his eyebrows knit. He tilted his large body forward so as to touch your forehead with his. "Fuckin' geezer. Pisses me off."

You ran soothing paths up and down his bare arms, trying to work some of the tension out of his muscles. Some part of you knew what had upset him so — for it had been the same yesterday, and the day before. Now that Prince Gojo Satoru was approaching his third decade, the Sultan had become increasingly persistent on pushing his marriage date forward and finding a suitable partner for him. And you — even with your princely title — had not won his father's favour.

"It may not be so bad," You whispered quietly as you both shared breath. "I could still be part of your concubine. You would have me and make your father happy, still."

Satoru was still for a moment — those moonlight lashes so divine fanned across his cheeks. Then, he shook his head slowly. He leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss — lingering, so he could whisper the words, "Nah. I want more than that. I wanna put a crown on your head."

His kisses resumed; but they were lighter and less pent up. They made you giggle. You backtracked until both of you stumbled into the cashmere curtains of your balcony doorway. It was then that you turned and intertwined his fingers in his, leading him down one of the expansive Palace hallways.

"Come, then," You whispered, letting all of your sinful intentions bleed into the honey of your voice. Satoru's cock gave a near-painful twitch at that look in your eyes — the type that could tempt an angel into corruption. "Let me take your mind off of it."

Situations that left the Gojo Satoru caught off guard were few and far-between. He was a spontaneous guy — usually, it was him that was doing the catching off guard and the situation making.

But as he tugged experimentally at the rope bound around his wrists and connected to a particularly heavy cabinet, he wondered when you had gotten so creative.

"What books have you been readin', hm?" He asked you coyly. From your perch straddling the man against his tight waist, you leaned forward, spreading your hands teasingly against his pectorals. They flexed underneath you touch, making you smirk.

"Oh, you know; princely readings. Summaries of monthly trades, correspondence from other cities... have you been tending to your large pile of paperwork, actually?"

Satoru hummed, knowing you were teasing him. He was just about to fire back something equally as cheeky when you bore down on him — rubbing your ass against his straining cock. The air caught in his throat and he groaned, pulling instinctively at his restraints. You had also looped a snake of golden rope around his legs in intricately woven knots — holding him securely down to the ground.

"Does that feel good?" You purred, feeling how your own cock ached for some friction of its own. But not yet — this was all about his needs for the moment and taking his mind only to you.

Satoru's teeth gleamed through his growl. "Fuck. I hope ya don't like this dresser too much," He gave another tug on his binds. "Might break the leg off of it if ya keep this up."

"Oh, but I have a better idea."

It was in that moment that you produced a slip of silk from around your pants — a little bit too long for what you had in mind, but thick and sturdy enough to do a good job at it.

You positioned the sliver in front of Satoru's mouth — motioning to what you were about to do. The predatory gleam in his eyes told you he understood all too well, but just to be sure, you whispered, "May I?"

In response, Satoru opened his mouth to clamp down on the silk gag, then settled back onto the cushion and let you do the rest. And with slow, precise movements, you carded the silk through his white hair and secured it at the back — leaning away to marvel at your handiwork; the Prince Gojo Satoru, bound and gagged at your mercy for you to tease.

You chuckled, circling a finger around one of his taut nipples. "I think I like you like this."

"You gon'th lich me enogh, ahreaghy?" He spoke around the gag and gave a particularly punishing thrust of his hips upwards that you almost collapsed onto him.

But it was almost time.

You braced against his chest to leave a sweet kiss against his flushed cheek. "I will be back in one moment, my love." Your whisper fluttered against his skin — and then, you had lifted up off of him and disappeared behind the screen which shielded you both.

Satoru voiced in the form of a guttural groan how he felt about being left like this when you decided to tend to something else. He adjusted his tongue so that it sat comfortably behind the gag, he shifted his hips upwards, rocking them in a rhythm to try relieve even a modicum of pressure that was building up in his cock. His stiff erection tented his silks; it created a small damp spot where his tip leaked — ready and wanting. He grunted, exhaling a hot plume of air. How much longer did you expect him to wait?

A soft creaking permeated the air as two large doors were pulled open — finally. He was going to fuck you until you didn't know your own name. After, of course, you rode his cock with him bound like this. He needed you so gods-damned bad that it hurt—

"Welcome, welcome, my wonderful guests!"

The blood froze cold in Satoru's veins.

That was your voice — and not just your voice, but your formal one. The one you perfected for hosting dinner parties or parrying with diplomats during important business affairs. Satoru strained to listen; and sure enough, there came the impending patters of a dozen or so footsteps flooding into the room.

"Thank you for having us." Shoko Ieiri; Village Doctor, said in her dulcet voice.

"It's rather beautiful." One of the famed Palace Diplomats; Nanami Kento.

"It could use a few stuffed animals, I think." Yaga Masamichi — head Royal Tutor — clicked his tongue.

The voices of others floated through the air afterwards; all of which Prince Satoru recognised. Agrabah was not a large city, and those in the upper echelon kept very close to those with Royal blood. Kiyotaka Ijichi; Utahime Iori; Gakuganji Yoshinobu; among others — they all congregated in the Palace room where he was bound and gagged. Satoru's blood fled into his face and neck. He turned his head, listening for even the slightest step towards his hidden corner.

What the hell were you thinking?!

But as the din of conversation sparked and he was huddled here, trying to keep quiet, the adrenaline in Gojo Satoru's veins took on a different form. There was something exhilarating about being caught like this; him, a Prince in waiting for the Throne, and here he was in his most exposed form. He could hear you gliding around the floor, engaging your guests in light, cordial conversation like you had not been grinding on top of him moments before. The thought of it all — he found the blood rushing back to the head of his cock; now twitching, begging to be touched.

His whole body felt hot. It took an exercise in strength to not let out loud, heady pants as his body worked itself up to its own fever pitch. He was held so tight — he needed you, he needed you to ride him right now while everyone else was oblivious outside of the hidden screen door.

Then, your voice rose over the crowd, "Please, do make yourselves comfortable. There shall be drinks and delicacies on the way. I have been called away momentarily, as all Princes are, but do not worry — I shall return soon."

A gentle chorus of affirmations followed your announcement. There was the soft whisper of sandals against polished stone floors until they came right outside the hidden screen door. You were suddenly there, stepping into the small corner, locking eyes with your lover who looked both very happy and very cross to see you.

"Oh, you poor thing. Have I been neglecting you?" You cooed softly, coming down to kneel beside him.

Satoru's entire body was raw and flushed — there was a fine glisten of sweat that made his heaving chest glow. Your mouth dried out at the sight of him. He rounded his frustrated blue eyes on you in a tempered glare.

"Wth ah you thnkn?" Satoru growled around his gag.

You gave him a sly little grin. And then reached over to palm his pulsing erection. Satoru stuttered, and then knocked his head back, a full body shiver racing through his bones.

"My, my," You whispered, dipping underneath the silks damp from his sweat and holding him in your grip. His skin burned, the swollen tip of him wept pearls of white. You gathered it up on your thumb and pulsed down the shaft — working him quick and feverously. "You're so hard, my love. Do you like the stakes when they're so high? Does it turn you on so?"

Satoru's body was bucking in time with your hand movements, his hips thrusting savagely. You absolutely could not help yourself when you bowed down to take his girth into your mouth. The moan you let out was low, strangled — Satoru was tugging on his restraints so hard that your dresser gave a massive whine.

You lapped at him with greed. Tongue dancing down his length and then around his tip, loving how the movement made Satoru raise his entire torso upwards; needing to feel more of your mouth, wanting to hit the back of your throat and have you swallow every last drop of him.

Your hand lashed out to keep him steady when he came; hard and hot and so much spilling down your throat. Satoru turned to bury his head into the pillow, biting down to stop him from screaming with the pleasure of it. You resurfaced, licking your shining lips and swallowing — savouring the taste of him.

You were both heaving hard and heavy when you leaned over to place a loving kiss to his mouth.

"We better clean up, my Prince," You whispered on his lips. "There are guests for us to attend to."

✎ . . . requested by lovely @princeasimdiya12

WRITING REQUESTS

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #🎋 — writing requests #💓 — thump

[the-s1lly-corner]

HI POOOKIEE!!! could u possibly make slasher headcanons with a silly and chaotic reader? reader is just really weird and making random noises, jumping around and saying out-of-pocket stuff. bonus if they switch accents multiple times in a sentence 🤭

also, could I be star anon ⭐️?

Various Slashers x Chaotic!reader

So sorry it took so long to get to this LMAO, I got hit hard with a brand new interest so it kind of silenced the slasher interest just as it was getting getting set in motion 😭😭

Post contains; jason, brahms, chucky, and Michael Myers since I can only really write 3-4 characters currently 😭😭

WOOOOO as soon as this current interest dies down a little I might go on and continue my horror movie binge

And yes you may be ⭐ anon!!!:3

I still need to watch the chucky show RaaAAAAH

First time writing for Michael and chucky too so I apologize if they're a little.... so-so

Jason

Oh that poor man... you confuse him a lot of the time but he overlooks your stranger behaviors because he loves you so much! You keep him guessing what you're going to so next, so life in your shared cabin never really gets dull. He does put his foot down hard if you do something without thinking it through, something that could leave you hurt.. he doesnt play around with your safety

Brahms

It takes him a moment to get used to it, hes just never really been exposed to someone like you. Not that theres anything wrong with you... actually it makes him even more infatuated with you because he always wants to know what you're going to do next! Watches you like a hawk from the walls while you're walking around doing your chores for the day.. you might even encourage him to talk more or interact directly with you just because he wants to hear you talk and say whatever crosses your mind in the moment. Though he does get a little pouty if hes trying to be romantic and you say something that completely shatters the atmosphere... he learns new terms and phrases through you, the same can be said for Jason, and boy.. do you have this man wondering what half of these terms mean

Michael

"What do you see in (reader)?" "They make me laugh" except Michael doesnt laugh (and if he ever does the closest you get is the slightest huff from his nose), and he doesnt answer the question. He thinks.. well it's hard to tell what he thinks due to him not showing much of a reason when you do your thing around him. He simply stands there. Though when you do do something dumb or something that could potentially put you in danger he physically drags you back. Firmly. It's kind of like performing a comedy act where the crowd is silent, except it's just your personality... that said if you ever get ANY reaction from Michael it's going to bounce around in your head for a while

Chucky

I can definitely see him taking mental notes on some of the more... fucked up things that slipped out, whether it be accidental or on purpose fucked up. Sometimes he gets irritated with how high energy you are so it might (cough cough most likely) lead to him getting a little pissy around you. You have left him with his sides hurting after you caught him off guard with a comment while hes doing his.. thing.. if you're aware of the fact hes a murderer and/or in in it. Actually fairly receptive, occasionally shooting a joke back

#jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #jason x reader #jason voorhees imagine #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms x reader #brahms x you #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms imagine #brahms heelshire x you #michael myers x reader #chucky x reader #Michael myers x you #michael myers imagine #chucky x you #chucky imagine

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 2: Great Stage of Fools

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: bullying

Summary: Jason goes to auditions and at Dick's urging, tries to make friends, it doesn't turn out well

When we are born we cry that we are come / To this great stage of fools

— KING LEAR, ACT 4 SCENE 6

               Jason had hoped to just coast through this theater class.  He would get some side part like Fortinbras or Marcellus, in fact he was auditioning for those parts, not working super hard on getting anything right, just knowing he would be in the show and have a group of people who, so far, weren’t that bad.  The other seniors, two guys and a girl, were alright and made him feel welcome as soon as he joined their row in the auditorium prior to auditions. 

               “You don’t look the theater type,” one of the guys, Jackson, said.  Jason glanced over at him and shrugged as the other guy, Matt, muttered something about Luke Evans.  “Ya, but Luke Evans is British, that’s why does theater.”

               “My guardian signed me up, thought it would help me mellow out,” Jason said, trying to make conversation.  This whole situation sucked but he might as well make the best of it, that’s what his therapist was always telling him anyway.  He was reading over the few lines he was doing for Marcellus, ignoring the eyes of the girl, Chelsea, on him. 

               “What is with the white hair?” she asked finally.  The guys stared at her.  “Do you die it like that?”

               “No, was in an accident over the summer, turned some hair white,” he said, very practiced in that response after the first couple days of school.  He was getting a little tired of it honestly and couldn’t wait until everyone just forgot about him being new.  She nodded and turned back to her book, throwing looks at him as she tried to read her lines. 

               “Jason Todd, Matt Peters,” called the theater director.  Jason and Matt stood, going to the stage.  “Ready for Marcellus and Horatio, Act 1, Scene 1, lines 70-90.”  Jason brought the script up, checked where that was and put it down.  He already knew the lines, had read Hamlet quite a few times, and didn’t want to bother holding the book.  Matt started to look nervous, still holding up the script to read.  As the scene started Jason felt himself slipping away.  He was someone else, he didn’t have to be weird, zombie, ex-vigilante Jason keeping a lid on his emotions and his anger.  He could be this guard, seeing ghosts and just trying to get by without losing him mind.  Ya, he could do that. 

               “Good now, sit down, and tell, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch…” he started.  The words flowed out of him, and he found himself really getting into it.  When the scene was stopped, he stood quietly, watching Matt eye him curiously.

               “Where did you come from?” he whispered to him as they walked off the stage.  Jason shrugged.

               “Homeschool,” he answered.  He sat back in his chair, pulling out Frankenstein, and starting to read that.  He could hear the others discussing him but tried to ignore it.  Then he heard them mention someone named YN and he stilled, thinking back to the alley and her bandaging his hand.  Not the same person probably, but the name just sprung her face into his mind, and he had to shake himself to get back to the present. Weird. 

               “Hey Jason,” Chelsea called.  He looked over and saw them all facing him.  Great, ganging up on him, lovely.  “So this show is going to be in the citywide high school Shakespeare competition in December, and we were thinking of going to check out the competition, Gotham Academy is having an open mic night fundraiser for their theater program on Friday night, how about you come with us?”  Jason was about to say that sounds terrible when he thought about Dick that morning.

               “You should make some friends, it wouldn’t be so bad to have to hang out here if you invited people over,” he had said over breakfast.  “Plus, you’ve never really been allowed to have friends since you were like 10, why not make some now?”  Jason had to admit he was right, once you became Robin it was hard to be friends with anyone, you just worried about them finding out, or them getting hurt.  He wasn’t Robin anymore, he was just Jason, and that thought, being just Jason with no friends, did kind of suck.  So fine, why not?

               “Sure, what time and where we meeting?” he asked.  Matt handed him a crumbled flyer that read Gotham Academy café, Friday night, 8PM.  “Just meet you guys there?”

               “Yes, it’ll be very fun,” Chelsea said.  They were dismissed, the roles would be posted on Monday.  The other seniors walked him out where he saw Dick waiting for him at the car.  “Is that your dad?”

               “No, that’s my older brother,” he said, heading over to meet him.  Dick let him in the car and then joined him to drive.  “Keeping tabs on me, mom?”

               “Yes, I am,” Dick said honestly.  “How did auditions go?”

               “Fine, met a couple people, we’re going to some open mic night at Gotham Academy.  Something about a Shakespeare competition?” Jason said, leaning his head back to the chair. 

               “Good, friends, friends will keep you out of fights clubs,” Dick mumbled.

               “Not likely.”

               Friday rolled around and Jason was heading out when Dick handed him a tracking device.  He glared and snapped it to his leather jacket.  If he didn’t Dick would just have one implanted anyway.

               “You know that’s fucked up right?  I’m not a puppy,” Jason said, grabbing his book and wallet. 

               “I know, but you’re also prone to not being where you say you’ll be,” he said.  Jason grunted.  One time he sneaks out and suddenly he’s never going to be trustworthy again. 

               “You know, sometimes I wonder if Bruce wouldn’t be better at this,” Jason snapped.  Dick sighed, not saying anything.  Jason knew he should take it back, but he was annoyed now so he just left instead, taking the bike from the other night and heading over to Gotham Academy.  It was still warm in the late August evening and Jason didn’t really want to be inside at some café, so he was pleasantly surprised when he parked and saw chairs set up on a grassy lawn next to the school.  There was a staging area on raised pallets and several people were already seated with coolers and bags of food from local restaurants.  He felt more relaxed knowing that he wasn’t going to be confined to a closed in area with people he didn’t know and probably wouldn’t like. 

               He paid for a ticket and moved among the folding chairs, finding the others from school.  They had two coolers and pulled a water bottle for him from one.  He sat down, not sure what he actually expected.  Seeing YN walk on stage at the beginning of the show wasn’t it though. 

               “Hello everyone, and thank you for coming to our open mic night fundraiser to help fund this year’s Shakespeare competition show ‘MacBeth’,” she said and a round of applause sounded.  He looked around, seeing a decent size crowd there, more than he thought would show up for a theater program.  He clapped at first, then noticed the others weren’t.  He frowned as they shook their heads at him. 

               “What?” he asked as the first act started.  They leaned in close so no one would hear.

               “That is YN, she was runner up for best actress last year for her role in The Tempest, she lost to Amber, she graduated last year, but she also caught Amber screwing one of the judges at the afterparty and told the Gotham City theater council.  Got the award taken away.  I mean, so what if Amber wanted to make sure she would win?  She was winning anyway, YN is not talented,” Jackson explained, glaring over at YN who was sitting off the side of the stage, watching the show, checking her notes every now and then.  Jason just nodded and looked back at them. 

               “Ya, we have a great surprise for her after the show, she’s going to regret being such a bitch last year,” Chelsea said.  Jason frowned but didn’t say anything, just sat back to watch the rest of the show.  Maybe these guys were not who he wanted to be friends with after all.  He sat quietly as they headed for the final act, which was YN.

               “Thank you everyone again for coming, as MC I have the honor of the final performance and I’m taking a request from one of our freshmen ladies who really just wanted some Taylor Swift tonight,” she said.  There was a keyboard setup and she sat down at it, playing some chords to a song Jason didn’t know.  Then she was singing, and Jason wasn’t sure if he ever wanted her to stop.

He was sunshine I was midnight rain

He wanted comfortable

I wanted that pain

               Jason listened, staring at her.  He had never heard this song before, but he doubted anyone sounded as good as YN at it.  She felt these words, felt this heartbreak and Jason could feel it through her.  It was intoxicating and he wanted to talk to her, wanted to know her, wanted to make this heartbreak stop.  He didn’t realize that something was placed in his hand until he saw what the other seniors were doing.

It came like a postcard

Picture perfect, shiny family…

SPLAT

               The water balloon hit her square in the face, breaking and dousing her in Koolaid, the red staining the soft purple shirt she was wearing.  Two more went flying and landed on her body as she stood, eyes focusing on the group from Bludhaven Prep, narrowing at the sight of the water balloon Jason had just realized was in his hand.  He looked down at it and then at her.

               “O shit…” Matt said as YN launched off the stage, giving chase.  Jason was slow to react, diving over people as he followed the other three towards the parking lot.  She caught up to him, tackling him from behind, forearm around his throat.  He ran couple more steps before falling to his knees so he could flip her over his head as gently as he could.  She landed on the grass with an ‘oof’ and stared up at him.  She growled, turning around and getting on her knees.

               “Listen…” he said before the fist hit his face.  He reeled and grabbed her fists before she could throw another.  “Hey!  I didn’t know they were going to do that!”  She glared, looking at the bandage on his hand, the cut on his palm healing slowly, and recognition dawned on her.

               “Jason?  Really?  You’re with those assholes?” she asked.  He shook his head.  “O so you don’t go to Bludhaven prep?”

               “Well ya, I go there now,” he said.

               “And you’re in the theater program?” she asked.

               “Yes, I just auditioned a couple days ago…” he said.

               “And the first thing you do when joining them is all decide to come here and ruin my open mic night?” she asked.  Then she stared at him, remembering where he had seen her, where they met.  “Did you tell them where I live?”  He made a face, confused. 

               “No, I didn’t even know you went to Gotham Academy, I was just here because they said they wanted to check out the competition and I was trying to make friends,” he explained.  You looked around, there was a crowd slowly gathering around you two. 

               “Get out of here, and I never want to see you again,” she said, shoving him back.  He stared at her for a moment, seeing her looking around, her face shifting from humiliated, to hurt, and then, her eyes falling back on him, rage.  “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”  In that moment he wished Dick had left him in the ground.  He knew from her eyes that he had made an enemy for life.  He ran to the parking lot, got on his bike and drove back to the penthouse, unable to get her hurt expression out of his head.    

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #notromeo

[linkeduniverse-writing]

General LU Headcanons Part 2

Here's part 2 of my general headcanons and how I see/write the boys! This one will have Sky Warrior and Wild!

Part 1 Part 3

Sky

Always sleep the exact amount of time needed to feel fully rested

He won't wake up before that, unless they're under attack of course

He's a really heavy sleeper and snores quite a bit

He doesn't know what to think of the fact that destroying his stuff has become kind of a habit now

Between Hyrule showing off, Wild cooking with explosives, of all things, and Time accidentally dropping his bag into a pit

He's not even upset about it, because they've all been accidents, and nothing valuable has been lost, but still

They always help him get his stuff back, but it just keeps happening for some reasons

He starts to think it's payback for Demise's curse

He loves getting lost in towns

It's a way of discovering a new place that he grew fond of, for some reason

Especially when he finds little places in towns that are clearly not visited often, it feels like he discovered a beautiful little secret

He feels special

He'll sometimes try to get or carve a little trinket to the others from places they've been to, as he's really into gift giving

He has a lot of composure when it comes to injuries, but he doesn't like the smell of it

He'll help if they need to, but he'd rather do the caregiving part than first aid

It's even worse with illnesses

He gets kind of paranoid, but at least that makes him really good at keeping a good hygiene, even in a not so clean environment

He won't be on babysitting duty if germs are involved, but he'll keep everything nice and clean to make sure no one else contracts it

Warrior

Light sleeper

He moves a lot in his sleep, and sometimes wakes himself up like that

He's one of the first one to rise up in the morning but always stays in bed late

He likes listening to the sounds of the world still peacefully asleep around him

Despite being a high graded knight, he doesn't easily trust the military

Or maybe it's because he's so high ranked that he can see how corruptible it can be

And after hearing some of the stories the other told him, he's even more on guard

He does trust his soldiers tho, and hopes his teammates will trust them too if they end up in his Hyrule

He always indulges in shenanigans when Wind is the one asking for it

Hyrule can wear him down too, but not as much

He pretends it's to keep an eye on them, but the guy loves his fun too

Very fond of old people

Will always help them carry groceries or cross a road or something

And always with a dashing smile. They reward him with candy sometimes, and he keeps it all to himself

He knows how to charm his way into getting answers from people, but he sucks at bargaining and can get scammed easily, which is why Legend comes with him whenever they need a supply run

He learned first aid during the War, and learned to improvise when he needed to, so he's the first one to start checking on everyone after a fight

He'll do a general check up on everyone, rank injuries by severity, and then get to work to tend to them

If at least two others are in good enough shape, he'll point them to where they need to help, so everyone can be taken care of before it gets too bad

Hyrule's composure and Wild's endless potion stash are his best allies in this situation

Wild

Nightmares

He swear they're more memories than nightmares

He rarely remembers them, to his endless frustration

He wakes up early most of the time, but often in a good mood

He loves making breakfast for everyone, but loves it even more when one of them joins him to help

He just likes sharing stuff he knows, so sharing knowledge about his favorite activity? Sign him up

He kind of stopped hoping he could teach anything about cooking to Hyrule tho, but he understands potion crafting at least

Wild makes most of them so they don't have to buy them

He doesn't know shit about traditional medecine tho, he runs on potions only

Very ingenious, but always in the wrong way

As in, he has a curious mind and good ideas, but it's always to do some fucked up dangerous stunt

Twilight tries to stop him most of the time, but he lost all of his authority on him the day they all learned he shot himself out of a canon on his first adventure

Wild has been on the loose since then

He often go on exploring trips on his own when they set up camp in a new place, he needs his alone time

He loves the group! But he got used to being alone for months, and sometimes being around that many people for too long can be too much

They don't mind, tho

Ironically, he hates seeing injuries, but doesn't mind scavenging monster viscera to make stronger potions

A broken finger? A deep cut? He's not looking

But butchering a bokoblin and carving out its organs with a rusty knife? Yeah why not

He wishes he had more time to craft more potions, or to go collect more materials for said potions

So he could just hand over the potions to everyone instead of holding onto wet bandages to stop the bleedings, or hold his friend down when his other friend puts bones back in place

It's gross. He's gonna focus on the potions

#linked universe #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #lu sky #lu wild #lu warriors

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Walking Shell

Debut: Rayman 2: The Great Escape

Hello! This is not a pencil. I know it looks very much like one. Please try to keep pencil thoughts to yourself until the reception after the post, where we WILL be serving tiny hot dogs. If you didn't think this looked like a pencil before, I'm sorry that now you'll only be able to see a pencil. But this is a missile! Shell, like a bombshell! Get it? Yeah! Ok.

It is a very cute and lovable missile, too! This is what Mario does to us. It makes it normal for missiles and bombs and bullets to be cute. This missile even has a skull-style emblem of the Bad Guy on its back... but it has legs! It is Walking Shell, after all! And that's not even the best and most precious part...

It has a DOGHOUSE!!! What the heck! This missile is literally an animal. Someone makes little houses for these missiles to sleep in. I think they are beloved! Even if they are just sort of like guard dogs, being Enemies stationed at certain points, I love to see such in-universe appreciation for a dawdling deathtrap.

When a Walking Shell senses Rayman (I think it should have the ability to Smell), it becomes a Running Shell, and really books it with those funny little legs it has! And with every footstep a lovely tock-tock-tock sound. They're gonna getcha! Gonna getcha! Until they get tuckered out. They stop running and just stand there, bobbing up and down, like they're panting!

I'm sure you're familiar with the classic All Animals Are Dogs trope, where regardless of species, an animal in a piece of media acts like a dog instead of its actual species (unless it's a cat, I guess). And boy, does that get tiring. I love dogs! But they are the only animals that act like dogs, because they are the animals that are dogs!

Anyway, Walking Shell acts like a dog, but THIS is a missile with two legs and no other features whatsoever! It's such a novel thing to act like a dog! A real innovation in the Thing That Acts Like A Dog department! With its two legs and pointed front, I would think if anything it would act like a chicken, and "peck" the ground as an idle animation, or something. But don't worry, farmheads! Look!

After it gets tired, Rayman can mount the Walking Shell, and it will rear up and neigh like a horse! Real dogs do not become horses. Yes, I do know many animal facts, why do you ask? Walking Shell will then cheese it and run over any terrain at high speeds! Sadly, the goal of these sections is to guide it into a wall so that it will explode on impact and destroy the wall. And that's so sad!!!

Yeah, this is a missile, it's destined to explode, but they also made a point of portraying it as an animal, a creature, one that can even be befriended. It's almost like if the Yoshi Dismount Jump was necessary to end every level where Yoshi was found. I think Rayman should adopt a Walking Shell, and walk it on a leash, and literally just let it be a dog. But be careful it doesn't bump into anything too hard!

Welcome to TOY CORNER. Toys are an important part of Walking Shell's history! Rayman is, obviously, a nightmare to design toys of. You could have strings to represent his floaty hands and feet, but then he doesn't look like Rayman, he looks like Ol' Strings Fer Arms Raym'n, who is not real! So, they had to get creative. And it worked, I think! In toy form, Rayman is always accompanied by some kind of prop that his hands and feet can be directly attached to. It may limit play possibilities, but it's better than the alternative, which is nothing. I hope you are getting excited reading this tangent on a post about Rayman's funny steed...!

Here it is! Walking Shell McDonald's Toy, for you to enjoy! The legs are sort of sticking straight out, but it is still unmistakably our friend. The exhaust pipe can be turned to make it go forward and occasionally turn in circles!

Gee. What a great concept. They get to put Rayman's hands and feet somewhere secure, and we get to know there are Walking Shell toys out there! It would be great if they did this again.

Wow! They did this again! This time in plush form! Walking Shell is truly just a creature so nice you gotta make a toy of it twice. This plush fascinated me for a few reasons. First, it's from Rayman 3, and Walking Shell is only in the GBA version of that game, which is absolutely not the Main version, and yet it gets toy spotlight again (this is a good thing). Second, it is directly modeled after the McDonald's toy, with the legs in the exact same position. I am intrigued by this, like, translating a McDonald's toy into a more "real" toy, if that makes sense.

Would you let Walking Shell sniff your hand? Be careful!

#walking shell #rayman 2 the great escape #rayman 2 #rayman #rayman enemies #rayman allies #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

[welkinsky]

hey i saw that you write for bleach so i’m sending a couple of requests if that’s alright!

could do you write any hcs of what dating ichigo and renji would look like? tyyy

Bleach Boys X Reader | How It Is Like To Date Them

A/N: Lemme know if you want to see this for some other character from some any anime you want, if I've seen it then I'd love to write about them <;3 Have a beautiful day <3

Ichigo

First of all, let's get this thing very clear he was not the one who asked for a date. Even though he was the one to fall first but he didn't have the guts or enough knowledge on how to take these feelings forward.

The poor guy used to drop hints left and right and you used to wait for him to make a move but HE WAS SCARED.

At first, you were annoyed thinking he was giving you mixed signals because HONEY we do not do mixed signals in 2023 anymore. (Like, quite literally boo you deserve better <3)

You were about to give up on him when you overheard him talking to Chad who was even denser and was so confused as to why Ichigo won't tell you his feelings.

So you decided to go for it and the guy had the AUDACITY to act as if he had no interest at all, it was playful teasing of course.

But dating him at times might feel like dating a wall. He is so DENSE at times that you question your decision to ever even think about going out with him.

But this was his first time so he was learning things too and let me tell you he never makes the same mistake again and mentions something that he has no clue about, the next day he'll be an expert in it. He wants you to know that he is trying his best!

His love language is physical touch and the act of service and most of the time he does it subtly in public but when you two are alone, YOU ARE HIS QUEEN. Would do quite literally anything you ask him to do.

Is very protective of you because ever since the word got out that you two are dating you were in danger. So at all times, you have to pick up your phone and wear the charm that he got made just for you to keep any negative aura away from you and to be able to track you, just in case anything happens.

Renji

You two met in the human realm when he was taking a walk with Rukia. He never really pays much attention to humans but as soon as his eyes landed on you man oh man he was stuck.

Like, quite literally didn't move for a couple of seconds. He didn't want to lose even a second of a chance to not look at you.

Lucky for him you went to the same school as Ichigo. After seeing you that day he was stuck on you, he didn't tell anyone but you didn't leave his mind even for a second and zoned out quite a lot and one day they all were chilling on the rooftop of the school when you walked in.

His eyes couldn't believe you and it was very obvious that he was awestruck because of the fact that he forgot to even close his mouth. Everyone was shocked and amused at the same time heh.

He pushed Ichigo away from his way and before he can even think about it he was asking you out. As he got closer, his sense of the outer world completely faded as if he was in a trance or something.

Everyone still makes fun of him till day to act like that and he always replies with, "And I had a very clear reason?"

He is someone who will not show his affection publicly but will not back down if someone has an eye on you. yea he is the jealous type but is weirdly secure in himself at the same time. He just likes to test the other person I guess. But if that makes you uncomfortable then one word and he'll stop. 

Just like Ichigo, he also worries about your safety a lot. Because he holds a high position in the 13 court guard squads he has to be careful when it comes to you. At first, he used to hide some talisman in your bag all the time to make sure you were safe but when things got serious he told you the entire situation and advised you to do exactly as he says.

Might as well keep one of his men to safeguard you while things get worse if you're a human. If you have powers then he'll make sure to train you as much as possible because he trusts in you and your intuitive ability to judge the situation and fight.

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[eyesandtentacles]

People only like Toji because he's attractive

I saw a comment on Tik Tok saying something along those lines and honestly it didn't sit right with me.

Of course, people are free to have their own opinion and you don't have to like Toji, but I believe that there is much more to his character.

So this is a post where I talk about the things that I personally appreciate about Toji Fushiguro. We'll start simple and get deeper as we go on. So strap yourselves in because this is going to be a long one.

Spoilers for the upcoming season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen.

First let me start by saying that yes,

Toji is indeed very attractive

Look at this fine specimen of a man. No wonder the fandom goes crazy for him.

His design is certainly aesthetically pleasing. The worm curling around his body and the tight shirt and baggy pants he's wearing emphasize his muscles and tiny waist making your eyes run all over him. His black hair falls on his handsome face nicely and the scar on his lips draws attention to it and adds a little bit of spice, just enough to tie this whole meal together.

He is built like a snack and boy am I hungry!

But enough about his looks. Looks isn't the only thing he has to offer.

Toji has a superhuman body

Similarly to Maki, Toji is affected by Heavenly Restriction. His body is incredibly strong and fast and in exchange he possesses no cursed energy. But he doesn't even need cursed energy to see curses, because his senses are just that sharp and enhanced! He truly is an anomaly and if the jujutsu society recognised his potential instead of abusing him for being different, he would definitely be classified as a special grade sorcerer.

Dude's a beast so he makes any battle that he takes part in fun and exciting to watch. He also had some interesting matchups allowing him to show off how skilled he is as a fighter.

We got to see him battle with Gojo,Geto and a disaster curse, all of them considered special grade and he won all but one of his encounters with them. However, that one loss was from the second battle with Gojo AKA the strongest sorcerer alive, who he almost killed on their first one, so that shows how superior his combat skills can really be.

But Toji doesn't only depend on his body to do the work.

Toji is smart

When tasked with the mission to kill Riko Amanai, instead of charging in right away, he simply sits and waits while others try their hand on the assassination.

But why is Toji waiting?

It's because he knows that Gojo is protecting this girl and he knows what he is capable off, so he chose to take things slow. By putting the money reward for the job on the internet and offering it to anyone who was successful in killing the target, he ensured that the protection squad would be constantly on edge. He even put a time limit on the offer to deceive them into believing that they only needed to be careful for a certain amount of time. As a result, when the time limit had passed and the group let their guard down Toji striked by putting a sword through Gojo's chest, an attack that would be lethal if it weren't faced with such a strong opponent.

He also took advantage of the fact that his lack of cursed energy makes him invisible to the security system of Jujutsu High and to the sorcerers around him. He made sure that his first strike against Gojo was with a normal sword and switched to a cursed tool when the surprise attack didn't work.

But where did that tool come from? And if it has cursed energy wouldn't it be detected?

Well that's where the worm comes in....

So basically, in order to keep the advantage of being invisible due to the lack of cursed energy and to always have weapons available, Toji keeps this cursed spirit on his stomach and whenever he needs something he simply vomits it out and does his thing. Kinda gross but very effective.

Honestly it's terrifying how this man can use his body and anything else that is available to quickly come up with a strategy to kick your ass. Being his opponent must be a total nightmare since Toji is brutal and cares only about one thing and that is money.

Or maybe there is something more........

Toji cares about his family

Now I know what you're going to say and I agree.

Toji is a terrible father.

Not only did he abandon his son but he also sold him to the Zenins. That ain't exactly father of the year material. Despite this, there are moments that show that he loves his family.

One of those moments is when he recalls Megumi and that he was the one who named him. I refuse to believe that Toji woke up and chose a random name for his son, especially since Megumi means Blessing so he must have put some thought into it.

Additionally, in his dying moments he thought about his son and his wife and it was obvious that it's a memory that's dear to him. At first he chose to not say anything when asked about his last words, but changed his mind when he remembered Megumi, informing Gojo that he will be sold in the Zenin family and to do with that as he pleases. That ensured Gojo taking Megumi under his care and protection.

Another moment is when Toji is back as a mindless puppet in Shibuya, fighting purely on instinct the strongest person in the room and when that person happened to be Megumi he froze, his eyes literally softening at the sight of his boy and he regained control long enough to ask a question and then kill himself to ensure that he won't bring him any more harm.

But wait, you may ask, if he cares this much about Megumi why did he abandon and sell him?

Well the answer to that is a simple but sad one.

Toji is a broken man

Toji is a Zenin, a member of one of the most important clans in jujutsu society. But because he was born with no cursed energy he was abused by the family and left it completely unstable.

Look at this panel. His eyes look so empty and tired. This was before he left from the clan and started to work as an assassin.

However, even while he was away from this toxic environment, the damage had been done. Toji definitely had issues regarding his self-worth. He kept trying to prove that someone like him can be strong and defeat sorcerers. He referred to himself as a ''useless monkey who can't even use jujutsu''. He kept saying while selling his son that unlike him, his son had potential since he had a cursed technique.

And in the end, in the battle that led to his death, instead of fleeing, he chose to stay and fight because he was facing Gojo and being able to crush him, the strongest sorcerer alive, would discredit the society that deemed him worthless.

His trauma caused him to ignore his survival instincts and led to his demise.

This trauma was also the reason why he abandoned and sold Megumi. When he met his wife, Toji was able to calm down and become a bit more stable. He loved and really cared about this woman. But she died soon after Megumi was born, leaving Toji once again unstable but with a baby in his care.

At this point, his issues about his worth once again kicked in and he probably felt that he wouldn't be able to raise his son properly. So he sold him to the Zenin family, promising them that the kid would develop a good cursed technique and asking them to take care of him. In his mind, the place that he grew up would be better for Megumi since he had potential.

I'm guessing that before dying he realised that that environment would still be bad even for Megumi so he told Gojo about the deal maybe because he was hopeful that Gojo would help the kid. And of course that's exactly what happened.

So when Toji appears once again in Shibuya and comes face to face with Megumi he asks him a simple question.

What's your name?

And when Megumi replied with Fushiguro instead of Zenin I'm sure that that made Toji feel happy and relieved.

All of this of course doesn't excuse any of his actions but it certainly explains them.

And all of his actions had some effect on the story.

Toji is an important part of the plot

Before he even appears in the anime, Toji has already made his impact. He was considered an anomaly and his mere existence was bound to affect the story in some way.

There were so many moments where we see how he affected it.

By almost killing Gojo, he made him realise his full potential and become the strongest.

By killing Riko Amanai, he caused Geto's spiral and existential crisis leading him to leave Jujutsu High and become a villain, only to later die and have his body used by Kenjaku for his big plan.

By killing Riko Amanai, he also stopped the merging with Master Tengen, something that had massive consequences and would be taken advantage of by Kenjaku in the future.

By telling Gojo about Megumi, he caused Gojo to take him under his protection, training him and raising him with much more care that the Zenin family ever would.

All of these moments are vital.

All of them caused by him.

Toji was an important piece to the whole puzzle of this story and without him Jujutsu Kaisen would not be complete.

And just like that, we have reached the end.

Once again I'd like to say that you can believe whatever you want about Toji but simply reducing him to just an attractive character is a bit of a disservice to him, no?

Apologies for the chaotic writing I have way too many thoughts and can't articulate them properly.

Thank you to anyone who has read this far <3

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga #jjk spoilers #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #no you don't understand I'm obsessed #toji girlies come get your juice #he is so handsome #but he is also an interesting character #hope that you all like this #might write more

[remidyal]

fantasy high au where kristen was bitten by a werewolf in the same attack that infected tracker

Oooh, interesting!

So, before going into AU territory, a quick little review of what canon/quasi-canon information we have here:

Tracker was thrown out of the house somewhere around the age of 12-13 in what is kind of implied to be the aftermath of the werewolf attack but COULD be read as her realizing she's a lesbian; the dialogue is a little open to interpretation - from her first episode at the black pit:

Tracker: That's the exact question I asked that made my parents throw me out.

Kristen: What?

Tracker: I asked, something really terrible happened to me, and, at least I thought it was terrible at the time, but it ended up being like one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I asked my parents why Sol would let that happen, and they kicked me out of the house.

(Also, everything about Tracker early on is realistically in flux - she introduces herself as a cleric of Lida, not Galicaea in season 1, and pretty clearly the relationship to Jawbone was tacked on when he became unexpectedly important and Brennan wanted to hook Tracker back in to meet Kristen again.)

She has lived with Jawbone, who she at least shares a last name with and calls uncle, for some amount of time but has dropped out of school and considers herself to have been a wild child for at least five years. My read of this is that she was literally homeless for some time, or was in and out of staying with her drug-dealing uncle.

It is not at all clear whether Jawbone bit Tracker or if they are just from a region where werewolf attacks are common enough that two separate members of the family were bitten and it's not like incredibly weird; we know that Jawbone was a werewolf while he was in high school and in fact in spite of his crazy stories we've never heard anything about when HE was bitten which has always made me kind of wonder if he might have been born a werewolf.

So, for this AU to sum all this up, I'm going to go with an interpretation where a) Tracker was bitten around when she was 13 and Kristen would have been about 12 and b) Jawbone wasn't the one to do it.

SO FINALLY TO ANSWER THE QUESTION:

Tracker and Kristen are bitten towards the end of a summer camp that takes campers who follow both Sol and Helio after having been loosely friends but not THAT close. A werewolf attacks a group of campers on a 'take back the night for the sun' sort of hike on the last week; Tracker and Kristen get bitten because they step forward to try to defend all the others. They're immediately isolated until their parents can come to get them after the attack, and after the two or three days it takes for that to happen they exchange addresses and promise to keep in touch and stay friends and everything.

Tracker still gets kicked out shortly after this, asking her parents why Sol didn't protect her from the werewolf. She sends a couple of letters before this, but then the contact dries up; Kristen tries every so often for a while to send another but eventually gives up after they're all returned to sender.

Kristen, meanwhile, sooooort of does better but not really. She retains her connection to Helio, and her parents as higher level paladins are actually immune to contracting lycanthropy so she can at least be guarded by them during the full moon, but her inability to use cleric spells while a werewolf is seen as the ultimate sign that that side is something to be ashamed of, that the curse is a failure on her part and something unworthy that she needs to repress as much as possible. If this is sounding a little bit like conversion therapy, well...

Kristen still ends up going to Aguefort, but not just because of wanting to spread word to the uncultured crazed adventurers of Helio - none of the Helioic schools would take a werewolf. Much of freshman year plays out at least similarly to canon, up until she and Tracker run into each other at the Black Pit. They're in the middle of recognizing each other and resparking this connection years later when BOTH of them get turned by DJ Brainz, making the fight MUCH harder for the Bad Kids, who end up carrying an unconscious Kristen out afterwards to Seacaster Manor.

Kristen and Tracker, now knowing each other are in town, manage to reunite at last, and the fic would probably actually climax on a scene of Tracker guiding Kristen through letting herself be a wolf outside of the full moon for the very first time, reveling in the freedom she's been suppressing for all this time. She actually gets kicked out in this AU after this as well, instead of choosing to leave as per canon.

#kristen applebees #tracker o'shaughnessey #i like that i have a brand as the werewolf au gal #fanfic #fantasy high #dimension 20

[gojowh0rcs]

So Gege answers questions about each of the charas and it further suggests to me with this particular answer that tying Gojo down would have to be an extreme slowburn. Gojo remains flighty and wishy-washy with any sort of woman who has interest in him. Don’t get me wrong, he loves the compliments. He loves being fawned over and cooed at.

There’s even suggestions that he’s a bit of a playboy. But I think he’s mostly an attention whore. It’s all surface level; quick dopamine. It’s spectacular at first, what with his goofy personality usually aimed to annoy both his students and colleagues, compliments are few and far in between—it’s a nice little tickle to get it when he can. He’ll pose and preen himself in the most flattering angles to gain more awe. But when that’s all said and done, it’s nothing that really digs past the surface. And nothing that sticks to his memory. Just like the title of the honorable one, the holder of the six eyes, it just puts him on a pedestal he’s been on nearly his entire life as the strongest sorcerer. Nothing really touching about that, but he does like to hear it for flimsy vanity’s sake.

I think Gojo is one of the most misunderstood characters in the series, and deliberately so. He maintains his persona as to maintain his detachment. To keep others at a distance he can always control. Most attempts by potential love interests to dig deeper than he’s willing to offer will only bend and snap against the steel of his guard. It’s definitely frustrating, and most potentials give up when they realize he’s a bit impenetrable and he never entered the dynamic with serious intention to begin with. That, or he often leaves first when he feels the first nips of suffocation. He maintains that he isn’t looking for anything serious and sticks to those guns, leaving when he feels too pressured. He moves at his own pace, which is probably what gets misconstrued as him being a playboy. He’s simply “insincere”, and romantic dynamics remain fleeting and surface-level because of it. He definitely doesn’t bum off of women like toji, nor does he have a line of illegitimate children left behind somewhere. Nor do I think he’s a cheater or bouncing from one girl to the next. I don’t think he’d risk a child out of wedlock that easily, because that might mean he’d have to settle down and marry, or best (worst) case scenario have a child that probably will inherit the six eyes too. Both cases are unfavourable because of the risk of putting his children through an equally as restrictive and isolated childhood due to high society if the Gojo clan finds out, or putting both his babymama/wife and kids in danger of curse users and curses who have a target on Gojos back. He doesn’t want either scenario, but as he gets older there might actually be some pressure on him to carry on the Gojo name regardless. He doesn’t like to be restricted to rules or to be contained, so his avoidance of sincere romantic relationships can also just be a cause of simple rebellion.

I reckon you gotta let love sneak up on him, not push it onto him. And he himself would never seek it out. And even when he finds it, by complete accident, he may never fully or truly pursue it too. For the simple fact that to love is to eventually lose, and I surmise he loves very deeply—it’s hard to move on, if he ever truly does, and though he can keep it together there always remains a part of him trapped in time. His resources to love and connection is scarce and is only limited to the memories of his youth, when it was easier to connect through a child’s ignorance. Now he’s older. He’s wiser, and a little more jaded and cynical. Love is the most twisted curse of them all, he thinks. To lose someone precious is to lose a part of himself. To feed into something greater than him, and nothing is supposed to be greater than Satoru Gojo.

I also think because he tends to walk to the beat of his own drum, it wouldn’t be completely unlikely for him to fall for a non-sorcerer. Someone completely different from him, that comes from a different world and culture and hierarchy that piques his curiosity. That’s probably why he likes to travel so much too. He likes to learn and explore and expand his knowledge. Learning about sorcery in different parts of the world, Miguel definitely would have had a hand in piquing his interest for knowledge beyond Japan. Someone different from him could teach him something he doesn’t know, with that simple innocent link of connection, love might sneak up on him.

Also a personal headcanon, I definitely don’t think he REALLY knows how to talk to women. Yeah it might work for surface level things, flimsy and exaggerated flirtation, things that don’t require sincerity. But when he’s truly himself, he lacks a certain tact and sensitivity and vigilance when engaging with women that can often offend. He definitely hangs around too much men and boys and is hardened by sorcerer life. A woman’s sensitivity might make him curious, if only for the enigma of it. Like puddy in his hands, he’d want to poke and stretch it to see what it can do, where it comes from, and how it works. He’s used to sorceresses, odd and equally as hardened. But regular women untouched by the horrors of his world? He definitely says or does the wrong things and it’s just another one of those things he has to learn through trial and error. Definitely makes “my wife” jokes for comedic effect if he ever did marry. Has a lot of stupid man moments. Definitely gets shook from time to time when he accidentally (or not so accidentally, since it can be argued Gojo just an equal opportunist and everyone in his mind can get it. Sass king) pushes the wrong button of the wrong woman. He’s just basically an asshole once you get past the grandeur of him being the strongest sorcerer alive.

#gojo satoru #Gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #in conclusion: he is a dickhead #Youtube

[callm3-q]

Tell the king, I dare you darling~

Bad is a little thief, and Ètoiles is a classic above average night and shining armor.

In the kingdom of Sol, run by Tubbo, and princess Sunny. When Bad, the best thief of the country quesadilla, steals something, Ètoiles has to deal with it, but, how? Maybe violence isn’t always the answer, maybe it’s Newley found love.

By the request of a lovely Anon from my Tumblr page

[Thief Bad]

[Night Etoiles]

Etoiles!

Yes, my liege

You must go deal with the pesky thief that keeps stealing from the castle grounds

Of course your majesty, if I may ask, what have they stolen?

Mostly furniture, how does one person sneak out so much furniture unnoticed?!

Ah, I will deal with this as soon as possible my liege

Thank you Etoiles

My pleasure

...

…

…

Sol Kingdom, Midnight[12 PM]

Etoiles was standing guard of the front entrance, in hopes of catching the thief in their tracks. He had tried almost all other entrances during the previous nights, most being unless attempts to catch the unknown thief.

…

He was standing guard, still, as instructed, when he heard someone.

Hello! -Bad stated as he used his grappling squawk to dangle upside-down from the roof, inches away from Etoiles face.

Etoiles couldn’t get any words out, all he could do was stair. 

I examined the possible thief in front of me, his hair was long, it was black at the top, then it faded to blond near the ends. He had a sort of cloak on, completely useless in covering anything in the position he was in. He was wearing what looked to be a… Well, sort of like a one-piece swimsuit, but way tighter. 

He looked strong, not too strong though, I could definitely beat him.

A-Are you the one who’s been stealing all the furniture?

Welllll, I guess you could say that if you really wanted to. I’d say its more, on the liberating side of things.

are you just turning yourself in?

I got bored of never being caught, so I just thought I would tease ya a bit

I could just report you to the king right now

Tell the king, I dare you darling~

His voice echoed through the castle walls, it was beautiful. His voice carried deep, reverberating of the walls in a low, seductive growl.

…-Etoiles paused as he felt his face getting red, hidden by the mask he always wears. 

Aww, quiet now aren’t ya~ That’s one way to shut someone up, anyways, back to the main topic. A little friendly banter never hurt anyone love~

Well mon chéri, how can you be so sure I will abide, and not tell the king that you were here

tell me, darling, would you do that? Hmm? -Bad said, now standing on the floor, cupping Etoiles face with his hand.

It’s my sworn duty to follow all orders given to me by his majesty, if I do not then it would break my oath to the king

Well I wouldn’t want to stay much longer then -Bad paused as he shot his grappling squawk, sticking it to the roof- See you tomorrow darling, if you find me, that is~ 

And just like that, he was gone. Etoiles felt his face heat up even more, he looked at the ground. He was mad at himself, how could he let this happen… How could he let that thief get away… 

He was right there…He wasn’t even trying to get away! He was literally just dangling right in front of my fucking nose…

Etoiles took off his mask, and moved his some-what ‘long’ hair out of his face.

It wasn’t too long, but it could be considered long to most male’s on the castle ground. But in his defense he hasn’t had the time to get a proper haircut in a while.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, it wasn’t even hot in the castle. It was cold, a little too cold for comfort. He let his hair fall back onto his face with a sigh, a sigh of disappointment. He couldn’t tell for what the disappointment was for, the fact that he didn’t catch the pesky thief that was right there, or… The fact that said thief left so soon…

5:30 AM[Early Morning]

Etoiles!

Y-Yes… my liege

Did you catch that thief yet

N-No your majesty… I am doing my best your highness…

Catch them soon Etoiles

Yes sir…

10:00 PM

Etoiles was standing guard, the same place as the night before.

‘If you find me, that is’

Etoiles contemplated going to look for the thief, he wanted to, but doing so would mean leaving his position. Which he would consider a highly frowned upon thing to do… Ah fuck it, it would be worth it wouldn’t it? Getting to see- Catch, the thief.

So Etoiles left his assigned position and went to look for the thief, looking through every hallway and corridor.

Eventually he found the thief, sitting upside down with his head dangling off the front of the couch.

Oh! You actually came to find me? If I had known you we’re actually coming I would have found a better spot -Bad stated, getting off of the couch

Eh- Yeah… -Etoiles could already feel his face heating up, much to his dismay, he hadn’t even done anything… - Uhm… I-I was wondering if I could get your name, I won’t tell the king, you have my word

…Ok, I’m trusting you… You can call me Bad

Bad, ok. My name is Etoiles

Etoiles… That’s a really pretty name

T-thank you… -Etoiles felt his face heating up more, he wasn’t used to getting complimented

It’s my pleasure, just stating the truth, a beautiful name for a absolutely stunning man~

Bad took a couple steps closer to Etoiles, grabbing his forearm gently.

‘I can’t take this anymore… He’s teasing me a purpose isn’t he! Whatever… what matters right now, is that he is right in front of me, I can do whatever I want.’

Etoiles grabbed Bad by his waist, quickly pulling him into a long, drawn out kiss. Bad quickly reciprocated, he wanted this to happen, didn’t he.

Etoiles pulled away, still holding Bad close.

Are you gonna go and lock me away now -Bad stated, out of breath- I’m right here, you could just lock me up right now

Why would I do that -Etoiles said, in a low hum

I thought that was what you wanted to do

I never intended on locking you away, Mon chéri -Etoiles whispered, pulling Bad into another kiss.

#qsmp etoiles #qsmp bbh #badboyhalo #qsmp shipping #qsmp au #starhalo #sweetduo #wip #current wip #my wips #unfinished

[cheemken]

👀👀👀👀👀 *sees you reblog fnaf stuff* I KNOW WHAT YOU AREEEEE!!!!! Drayton would boast about being able to beat fnaf without getting jumpscared and then promptly play fnaf 1 and get jumpscared close to 6 AM, let out a very high pitched scream and then fall out of his desk chair~Drayton angst anon💛(who is also a fnaf enjoyer)

FELLOW FNAF FAN OMF CNDMCNDM

Oh definitely, even better I made headcanons abt the og Unova kids and how they'd play fnaf too hahaha

Anyways

Please the fact he'd be all "pfft fnaf? That game's easy."

"bet."

And instantly regrets it he does not like the way Foxy runs no he does not lmfaooo imagine him seeing Foxy run to the office the first time and he legit panics all "WHAT THE FUCK" trying to figure out what to do and ends up getting jumpscared lmfaooo he'd be all "that wasn't fair, I didn't know they could run like that"

"heh, and you said this game was easy"

"course it's easy, there's just a lotta clicking I gotta do, it's tiring"

"yeah, sure, whatever you say lmao"

But like, since I already made hcs abt the Unova kids and how they'd play fnaf might as well make concepts abt the BB E4 hahaha

Anyways, Amarys does not get scared bet, like maybe a sudden jolt if she gets caught off guard but usually when she gets jumpscared she'd just go "oh, I lost." I think she'd be the type to actually try the fangames, looking for a challenge, taking Crispin's words saying the fangames have scarier gameplay and animatronics

She still don't find it scary, she did love the challenge tho hahah

Out of all four of em, she's the closest to ever beat UCN too. And Drayton, being Drayton, was all "well, my sis beat ultimate custom night, so by extension I beat it too"

"hah, yeah right. Taking the credit of others now cause you won't admit it's a hard game?"

"it's not hard, it's just tiring keeping check on all the robots" he'd rather admit he still sleeps w a plushie than to admit to Crispin that he really did find the games a bit hard

Lacey played the VR games and SB, didn't know abt UCN, Crispin made her play UCN, she lost within five seconds lmfao

Bet she'd love fnaf world tho, like Bianca she'd love the cute models of the animatronics more than their actual models hahah I think she'd like the glamrock and toy animatronics bc like,, I think they're the cutest?? Idk, I think she'd like them more than anything else. She had nightmares abt Glitchtrap tho real, refused to go in dark places for an entire month and stopped playing VR bc of it hahaha

Crispin gives off the vibes he really had a fnaf phase and never grew outta it, he always tries to make pizza whenever he plays it or if he watches someone play it, y'know, for the immersion he says hahah but also bet he'd be the type to watch every fnaf theory video out there, especially by pkmn ver of MatPat; the type to think of his own theories, make fanart, bet he listened to the fan songs and still memorized some of them by heart. He's just like me fr—

It would be cute tho if Crispin got Amarys hooked w the lore hahah like him talking abt fnaf and telling her the story so far while she's playing, and ofc she's listening to ever word, even adding her own thoughts. They give off vibes that they'd actually try to decipher a lot of the codes and puzzles in the games, like really going above and beyond to figure out every hidden meaning hahah

I think Amarys would also read the books, Lacey's surprised there are actually books abt it, Drayton didn't bother reading them ofc, Crispin's attention span isn't made for it so he just relies on Amarys for more info abt the lore regarding the stuff within the books and connecting them to the mainline games

And bet when the movie was out Crispin got so fucking excited he invited the E4 and the Kitakami sibs to watch it with him, like he really made a lotta snacks and I know for a fact and it's canon in my heart he screamed when the song at the credits played I just know it hahaha

#omf this got me rambling cncmnd #anyways crispin is so me fr never grew outta it hahaha #it is fun tho even tho i couldn't play the more recent games hahah #anyways yknow w the fangames #id say amarys would like juniors and even the joy of creation #maybe even return to bloody nights for the spring bonnie and fredbear lore to add to their lil theories too hahah #crispin always hypes her up when she plays those games hahah #but also imagine her like getting a bit pissed losing a lot on the more challenging nights #crispin thinks its entertaining seeing the usually stoic amarys be so pissed over a game hahah #unova kids #pokemon hcs #an ask and an answer #drayton angst anon

[babblydrabbly]

Day 14 | Wade Wilson x Reader

a/n - @flufftober

prompt - truth or dare

fluff - 800 words - warnings: language. jumping off a roof. body image issues (deadpool). food and drink mention. one smoocheroo.

“Your turn.”

You shake up your Icee and fiddle with the straw as you consider your options. It’s one of those odd fall nights. The kind when the last warm days of the year get swept away on the cold evening wind. Your fingers are stiff as you grasp onto your convenience store drink.

“Hm, truth.”

“Oh, come on!” Deadpool whines.

You arch a brow at him from behind your domino mask. “What?”

“You’re just gonna be the guy that picks truth the whole night? Do a dare.”

“Fine. Dare.”

“HM.” You chuckle as you watch the vigilante kick his feet in thought. You’ve never once seen him give a shit that he’s up so high above solid pavement. The cars far below honk and stop at the light on the corner, their distant sounds so faint you can barely hear them above the wind. “I dare you…to… jump off this building.”

You huff. “What, like just fall?”

“No. No no no. I’m talking olympic dive. Make it snazzy.”

You set your cup down with a sigh. “...Yeah, okay.”

You stand up from the edge of the rooftop and dust off the seat of your uniform. Deadpool claps giddily as you walk some ways back- enough to get up to a full sprint.

With your hands on your hips, you ponder until you settle on a little combination in your head. Deadpool’s eyes stay on you as you remove the two short batons from your utility belt and set them down onto the gravel at your feet carefully.

You go all in. Lining up your stance, you swing your arms above your head and hold them there for a moment.

“And here we have our very own New York City native: The Kestrel.” Deadpool announces, and it’s enough to get you giggling. “She comes in at about- what? Five, ten pounds?”

You snort.

“Don’t be fooled by the small stature and big doe eyes. This little bird of prey is still technically a part of the falcon family. Apparently.”

“Can I go now?”

“And she’s off!”

Finally your cue, you push off at full speed. You fall into a cartwheel, then as many back handsprings as you can until you sense you’re at the building’s edge.

With one last push, you hear Deadpool’s whoop as you tuck your arms in and leap. You don’t know what to call the several twists and turns you make as you dive headfirst down toward the street below, but you do know that you can’t stop grinning.

Deadpool is on his back in a fit of laughter when you float back up to his perch. Stopping to hover there, you coyly nudge your way between his splayed legs until he sits up, breathless. 

“What’s my score, judge?” 

He wipes away at the corner of his eye- as if that will do anything with his mask on. “Whew- solid nine out of ten.”

“A nine?!”

Extending his legs, Deadpool hooks his calves around the back of your thighs to draw you closer- until you’re wedged right up against him. “Always room for improvement.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright. Your turn. Dare or dare?”

“You know it, baby girl.”

“I dare you… to take off your mask.”

He throws his hands up in disbelief. “Is that really it?”

“If it’s so easy, then do it.”

You witness the hesitation unfurl. The slight glance away- the dropping of his gloved hands into his lap. In moments like this, you remember there’s a surprisingly guarded guy named Wade under that mask.

Treading carefully, you slide your hands up his chest and around to the space where his mask is fastened securely. With a simple tug of the fabric, Wade lets you pull it up until it’s over his nose and mouth. 

“Was this enough foreplay for you?” You tease. “It’s getting cold up here.”

His kiss is warm and languid. In fact, kissing Wade Wilson seems to be the only time you can get him to shut up and slow down. Almost. His large arms slide around your waist and hold you squarely enough against him that you don’t have to use your powers- Wade’s strength is enough to keep you there at the roof’s edge.

Carefully, you tug the rest of his mask off as you deepen the kiss. You forget about the chilling air and cold fingertips- your mind only on the way Wade’s body temperature seems to shield you perfectly from the cold too.

The two of you sit there like a pair of teens making out for a few more minutes when Wade jerks away abruptly. “Okay, ten out of ten- but you’re disqualified.”

“Why?!”

“The board found out you’re screwing the judge.”

You slap his chest with his mask. “Yeah, well you lose truth or dare.”

“Excuse me?” “You didn’t take off your mask.” You point out smugly. “ I did.”

#flufftober #flufftober 2022 #deadpool #mcu #wade wilson #deadpool x reader #deadpool x you #mywords* #im gonna say neutral reader because I can see Deadpool calling everyone guy and baby girl in the same convo

[hyenagurl]

This sounds mean but is coming from a well-meaning place: why are you upset about that moid coworker. So he was nice to you, until you come to work with hickeys (kinda trashy but we’ll let it slide) and now he’s a dick. So he’s nice until he is shown evidence you had a romantic encounter with someone else. This moid is the equivalent of “add nice tokens until sex comes out.” The fact he switched up so fast the second he thought you fucked someone else ⁉️ He was never a nice guy, he never liked you, he wanted to smash and that’s it. He doesn’t see you as a person, he sees you as something to be used and discarded- once he saw someone “used” it first, he moved directly to discarding. Use your head babe, he showed his true colors. xx luv ya

no no youre right but 😭 well it just sucks to have someone show their colors like this. part of what hurts is that it really was night and day, like a complete 180, and nobody notices but me and insists its just bc he got dumped when this started happening well before that…

ive been keeping my eye on him too. hes friendly with everyone. it feels like hes going out of his way to chat everyone up - and then when im talking to someone nearby he does his best to look away. yesterday i did something bad mannered without thinking about it (tore open a packet of aspirin, spat out a piece of it😭) and he came over and was like “why would you do that, that was disgusting and inappropriate.” he has never lectured me like that. and it was the first time he spoke to me in like days. i thought he was joking!

but that was not the worst. today it came to a head, i saw him smirking and i snapped. i asked to speak to him privately (after him initially ignoring me, with an “i guess… 🙄”) and we went to the back. he kept working while i was trying to speak to him, and when i moved in front of him, he could barely even look me in the eye and he had this big dumb nervous grin on his face, and kept laughing like “haha whats the problem? 😅” granted i kept him off guard and i honestly hadnt meant to, but still. i couldnt believe how rude he was being, even if he was nervous. he used to be so courteous!

i was angry and fighting back tears bc i would literally rather die than cry in front of a man like that, so i kept my voice as calm as i could be and was like “whats going on? i understand youre going through something hard rn, but it feels like somethings wrong between us and idk why.” he brushed it off again, still laughing and smiling, and i said “well youve been acting differently for weeks, and you only speak to me now just to lecture me.” he rambled some more bullshit, like “idk sometimes i just dont have anything to say.”

yeah, right. if theres not a problem, then who just has nothing to say to someone in a matter of a DAY?

i couldnt do anything with that and i was pretty upset, so i just told him id be here when he was ready to talk and made sure to stay away from him. then after weeping in the group chat, i was a huge mess, and then my other (male) but honestly sweet coworker saw and figured out what happened and comforted me..

okay so yeah. this is whats so upsetting. its not so much i miss our flirty dynamic - its that a coworker is pulling psychological petty high school bullshit over seemingly nothing - or worse, you and i are right, and hes icing me out for having a sex life! i feel like im going nuts!!!!

#in case u couldnt tell yes i needed to rant sbout this some more