#and the random assorted masks

[survivalshipping]

welcome back girlie

#ninjago #harumi ninjago #ninjago spoilers #ns16 spoilers #ns15 spoilers #ns16 #ns15 #ninjago crystalized #note: masky looks up at one point and you see that they have yellow skin. of ALL the villains this season the only two w that are her and #-the mechanic and we KNOW it’s not him #also WHO else fucking stands like this. every version of harumi stands like this #(though mask of hatred her puts both hands on hips. whatever) #edit: masky has the female hips that a random assortment of ninjago girls have #harumi #<- for my tagging system

[house-of-daena]

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED 🔥🔥🔥

random assorted thoughts. imma just ramble about dotty tbh.

like teaching him how to kiss, spending time alone together in the remains of some khaenri’an mech, his body pinned between yours and the moss-covered walls, lips locked together in a slow, shy dance as you move at his pace. there’s little he can complain about, his face dusted with an adorable blush and knees damn near useless by the time you push your tongue against his, the cute thing that was your nerdy boyfriend absolutely head over heels with the way you claim everything about him as yours. he’ll probably scold you later for how you have him fucking drooling at how good it felt. make sure to kiss him again when you get back to your dorms, just to see him chase after your lips from expecting another looooooong makeout session. maybe get him so used to it that you can kiss him to sleep, something so soft and loving and comforting that his eyes flutter shut as you hold him in your arms and keep your mouths together.

get him obsessed with you!!! pretend to ignore him to get him craving the moment he shoves you into some empty room, clothes discarded around you both as he possessively tightens around you, ignoring the growing burning of his thighs as he slams himself down again and again. take him with you to the library just to see him press his thighs together as he remembers how well you fucked him the last time you both were there— so why not sneaking your hand down his pants and shamelessly start stroking his leaky cock or coax his sex to grow wetter, get fucking soaked before plunging your fingers inside. push his face into your bare neck when he sits on your lap, get him to finally put some bite behind his cute bark of claiming you for the world to see that you’re his, feel him nick at your neck before finally sinking those sharp teeth into your skin, feel him moan at your taste and start rutting against your thigh as he laps up your blood.

even as the mad doctor, don’t hesitate to bend him over a cold operating table, make the nerd from ages ago reappear in the way he stutters as he begs for all of your attention on him, mask falling off and eyes rolling back as you sink yourself into him like you’ve done so many times before. use a flimsy excuse of it being too cold in your room to get him under you, pale legs thrown over your shoulder as you pump him full of your warmth and love again and again, listen to how he mewls and begs for more even when he can’t even hold his head up to look at you and his legs are shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. get him riled up after you flirt and bed some of his clones, get him possessive all over again as he makes them all watch how well he takes you, how he’s the original and your whore, pull him back down to fluster him and to see the others blush from the lewd, wet slapping of your bodies not made any better with your release now dripping down from his hole and adding to the filthy liquids and the scent of sex that absolutely permeates the room now.

and now imma get ready for sunday church ✌️

AHHHHHHH OH NH GOSHHHHHH this had me screaming 😭 all of this... omg... im on my knees...

you had me locked in at the word 'teach'. nothing like teaching your poor inexperienced boyfriend who's all too smart for his own good! he's always sososo cute when you kiss him, bc he's trying to get used to it, but his heart is pounding so hard and he's blushing ashhdkgkdhcs... he still refuses to admit that u make him feel sooo good 💞 he just loves loves loves to make out like he developed a habit where he'd just stare at ur lips for a long period of time wondering when will u kiss him again (u just kissed him a few minutes ago)

getting him obsessed omg.. whether it's intentional or not, he's so into u that he's thinking of u all the time... he loves u so much his heart could burst and at the same time he needs u so fucking bad allll the time. you've turned him to be such a whore for you.. just insinuate smth lewd to his ear and he's glaring at you with his cheeks completely flushed, crossing his leg and biting his bottom lip. he gets sooo possessive when u pretend to ignore him like hello?? ur being rude to ur one and only bf?? you should be paying attention to him!! look at him!! and if u still ignore it ooo he's gonna make u, choking on your dick, slobber all over it, his chest and covered with this saliva and bits of ur cum after sucking u for soo long, loving the way you moan his name, eyes only on him, just the way it should be 💞

reminding him allll the nasty stuff you've done outside. especially in the library where you took his virginity 💕 he will never forget that no matter how long he lives.. omg and he loves biting u all the time!! all the marks he gives u is a testament that yes!!! he owns you!!! you're his lover and anyone else tries to get with u with their grubby hands will be faced the wrath of zandik 😤😤 he will whine and complain if u conceal his love bites with make up or a turtle neck..

AND YESS reminding dottore of his place, of how your relationship came to be, by fucking him so hard he's crying and sobbing. he's not il dottore, the second most powerful person in the fatui... nope! just your nerdy husband who likes to get fuck until he can't walk anymore, pumped with cum to the brim and leaving his hole all puffy n abused 😊 no one can take u like he does! centuries of being his lover has made his body into the most perfect fucktoy you'll ever have, his segments can't even compare! he gets sooo jealous when u fuck another segment but oh he can't do anything about it bc it's his punishment, all tied up with a vibrator at max intensity deep inside him, but his cock was left out, neglected as he's forced to watch u wreck his segments instead of him :( oooo he'd be crying and begging for mercy, cursing at his segments...

also zandik used to wear rope under his uniform all the time to impress you... to feel like he belongs to u in such a salacious manner 💕 he had to stop bc it would make his skin burn after a while so! you gave him something far more ethical and better for his sensitive, scarred skin! the ones u see him wearing now, with cyan silk stitched onto it bc ur so thoughtful, your name on the one around his neck! he absolutely adore it 💕

#» asmo talks #» mutuals: pulpbeing #omg tysm nex...... kisses u /p #i love u) p always serving me the yummiest dottore thoughs #this drives me wild. #dont be shy yo send in more dottorr thoughts guys. #im literally obsessed hshgxhxh #sub dottore #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #dottore smut

[candycandy00]

texasgirl1344 suggested this in a comment on a post I made (Dabi under a lust quirk). It sounded fun so here you go! 

Smut. 18+. Blowjobs, masturbation, fist time sex, etc.

There he is again. That guy who comes into the convenience store you work at and buys a random assortment of snacks, a hood pulled low, casting his eyes in shadow, a medical mask covering his nose and mouth. From his build and the glimpses you’ve gotten of his eyes, he’s pretty cute. He rarely speaks, but he seems nice enough. 

Of course he turns out to be a villain. 

At the end of your shift, you’re taking out the garbage in the alley behind the store when you see bright blue light to your left, further down the alley. The guy in the hood had only left a few minutes ago, and you’re struck by the fear that he’s gotten caught up in something, so you do a very stupid thing. You investigate the bright light. 

At the other end of the alley, you find your cute hooded stranger shooting blue flames out of his hands, his hood blowing back from the air pressure and revealing black shiny hair. In front of him, three charred bodies lie at his feet, smoke rising from their forms. You recognize him now, even with the mask still on. This man is a dangerous, wanted villain named Dabi. You’ve seen clips of him on the news, committing violent acts. 

Your first instinct is to flee, but you don’t want to alert him to your presence, so you try to back away quietly. And your foot hits a metal soda can, making a shockingly loud sound. Because of course it does. 

Dabi turns around and your eyes meet. There’s a brief pause where you both seem surprised and speechless. Then you turn and run back down the alley, some ancient prey instinct taking over your body. 

You don’t get far. He’s on you within seconds, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and jerking you backwards, into his grasp. He drags you over to the brick wall and tosses you against it, then slams one hand into the wall right beside your head. 

“Can’t believe you made a run for it,” he says, sounding slightly out of breath. 

“Please don’t kill me!” you blurt out, your whole body shaking with fear. Should you do it? Should you use your quirk? 

He pulls off the mask and takes a deep breath. “No point hiding my face now, huh? You know who I am.”

You nod. “Y-you’re Dabi.”

“That’s right. And I really didn’t want to kill you, but I can’t have you reporting to the heroes that I’m hanging around this area,” he says, then leans in close. “So what should I do with you?”

You shrink back as far as you can against the wall. “I won’t tell anyone! I swear!” You know saying things like that is pointless. He has no reason to trust you. 

“Sorry, but I can’t just take your word for it, can I?”

You start to sniffle as tears sting your eyes. You have to use it. There’s a risk involved, but it’s better than dying. You start to charge up your power, but you need to buy a few more seconds of time. “O-okay,” you stammer, “but please don’t burn me. You can stab me or bash my head in or whatever, but I’ve always been terrified of fire.”

He stares at you for a moment, then sighs and pulls back a few inches away from you. “Alright, I won’t burn you to death. So stop crying. I’ll just-“

Before he can finish the sentence, you hit him with your quirk. A massive cloud of pink dust explodes from your body, enveloping Dabi and causing him to cough and hack, waving his arm frantically to try to knock the dust away from his face. But it’s too late. He’s already inhaled it. 

Your friends have joked that your quirk reminds them of a skunk, because you once had to use it this way before. A man was trying to rob the store one night and had a gun pointed at your face. You hit him with the quirk and ran off while he was dealing with the consequences. 

Those consequences included a painfully sudden erection that didn’t go away for hours. At least, that’s what usually happened. To be clear, the quirk only makes people so aroused that they can hardly bear it. The quirk doesn’t make them attracted to you in the slightest. In fact, the few times you’ve used it (mostly on accident), the person hit with it ran to the nearest bathroom to furiously masturbate if they didn’t have a lover to run to. But you did realize the potential danger of using it on the wrong person, someone who didn’t care who they fucked and didn’t care about consent. Your quirk didn’t override a person’s mind or values, but someone who already thought nothing of raping someone would be very dangerous under the effects of this quirk. 

Dabi was a villain. It was certainly possible that he was the wrong sort of person to use it on. But it was either this or be killed. 

Presently, Dabi has dropped to his knees, panting heavily, looking down at his crotch in disbelief and then back at you. 

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he asks, his voice strained. 

“It’s a lust quirk. It’ll wear off in a few hours,” you tell him, backing away, getting ready to run back to the store, where a few other employees were still cleaning up before closing time. 

He groans, rubbing at his crotch though his pants. “A few hours?! Fuck!”

You pause and watch him, unable to take your eyes off his face, the healthy parts of his skin flushed red, his soft hair hanging in his eyes, his hand struggling to unbuckle his belt, stilted moans escaping his lips. 

Oh fuck, he’s hot. 

He looks up at you, and instead of looking threatening or angry, he just looks… hungry. Like he’s starving and you have a big plate of food in your hands. His eyes move over you, but he makes no attempt to grab you or even touch you. 

Suddenly you feel sorry for him. You step closer to him and say, “Do you want me to help you to a restroom?” 

He groans and tries to stand up, stumbling a bit. You take hold of one of his arms and help steady him, then you help him walk back to the store. 

The store is empty, and you remember that they had decided to close up early today. You feel like slapping yourself for forgetting, but it does make things less awkward as you lead Dabi to the men’s restroom and into a stall. He flops down on the toilet, fully clothed, and you turn to leave. 

Only, you can’t bring yourself to walk out of the restroom. You hear Dabi’s belt coming undone, and you go back to the open stall, where he’s in the process of unbuttoning his pants. He looks up at you questioningly. 

“Um… can I… watch?” 

His flushed face frowns. “Huh? You a pervert or something?”

“No! I just… Sorry, never mind! I shouldn’t have asked that!” You own face is flushed as you start to leave again. 

“I don’t care,” he says, those eyes looking at you hungrily again. Weird. Your quirk shouldn’t have that effect on him. 

“Really? Are you sure?”

He nods, finally getting his pants open and pulling his cock free. It’s huge, and so hard and stiff, it looks like it’s about to explode. You blush as you stare at it, watching his hand begin moving up and down the length, feeling transfixed as the tip glistens. He has three piercings that look like they were incredibly painful, but somehow they turn you on. You stand there in the doorway of the stall, holding onto the door frame, squeezing your thighs together to prevent the growing wetness between your legs from leaking out, watching this villain stroke his cock. You face is hot, tinted pink, your lips open. You’re beginning to breathe harder. 

Dabi looks at your face and, between ragged breaths, asks, “Did your quirk affect you too?”

“No,” you answer, “I’m immune.”

His eyes pointedly shift to your thighs, where your arousal has dripped down from under your short skirt and is leaving a trail down your leg. You gasp and reach down to try to cover it with your arm, but it’s no use. Dabi has already seen it. You squish your thighs even tighter together and say, “I’ve never watched someone jack off before. I didn’t know it would be so…”

“So what?” he asks, tilting his head back but still watching your face as his arm increases speed and force. The motion is making a wet sound as his hand spreads the wetness from the tip all over the shaft. 

“So… hot.”

He suddenly grabs a handful of toilet paper and covers the end of his cock with it. He groans and closes his eyes, then his whole body tenses. A few seconds later, he pulls the paper away and tosses it in the nearby trash can, exhaling a deep breath and leaning his back against the wall behind him. 

It only takes a moment for him to realize something is wrong and sit up straight, looking down at his still fully hard cock. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, it’s because of the quirk. I said it’ll last a few hours, remember?”

“You mean it’s gonna stay hard the whole time?” he asks, looking at his own dick as if it had betrayed him. He groans as the feeling of uncontrollable arousal hits him again, and his hand is already beginning to move again. 

You shift uncomfortably in the doorway, your panties so wet that it feels like you’ve peed yourself. “I can help, if you want me to.”

His eyes shift to your face immediately, his hand freezing in place. “What?”

You step closer. “I just thought… since I caused this, I could help. If that’s okay with you.”

He opens his legs further apart and looks you in the eyes. “Do whatever you want.”

He must have expected you to reach down and stroke him with your hand, because he seems very surprised when you drop to your knees in front of him and lean your face forward. You extend your tongue and gently lap at the tip of his cock, causing him to moan. You’ve never even touched a dick before, something your friends tease you about, considering your quirk, but your instincts guide you. 

You close your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around it as you move back and forward, letting it hit the back of your throat. You feel one of Dabi’s hands on your head, burying his fingers in your hair. You prod one of his piercings with your tongue and his cock twitches in your mouth. This all turns you on so much that you spread your knees apart, pull your skirt up, and shove one hand down the front of your panties. You have a well used vibrator at home but you’re so aroused, your fingers stroking your clit will easily get the job done.  

Seeing you do this must have turned Dabi on as well, because it feels like he just got even harder, if that was possible, and he moans as he presses your head down, making you fight to suppress your gag reflex. Then, all at once he pushes your head down so hard that you feel like you’re choking, and groans as he cums down your throat. 

You swallow it all eagerly, your hand still working between your legs. You only regret that he was so far down your throat when he came, you didn’t get a proper taste of his cum. You want it to coat your tongue. You want to savor it. 

He’s still hard in your mouth, so you don’t pull away even when he moves his hand from your head. You just start moving your tongue around him again, sliding your lips up and down him. You glance up at his face and see him looking at you with a strange expression. It’s unreadable, but he can’t take his eyes off you as you continue sucking him off and pleasuring yourself at the same time. 

You feel yourself getting close to climaxing, so you increase the intensity of your strokes, feeling your body quiver. Finally, you cum, and you let his cock slide out of your mouth just long enough to moan. When he sees this, he suddenly grips your chin and presses two fingers into your mouth, holding it open as he shoots his cum onto your tongue. 

You slide your tongue around in your open mouth, tasting his cum and spreading it all over the inside of your mouth. It’s so good, you think you might get addicted. You pull your sopping wet hand out of your panties, fingers sticky, and reach toward the toilet paper, but Dabi catches your hand in his and pulls your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. 

He’s still hard. Of course he is. His eyes are looking increasingly wild and desperate, the lust completely over taking him. Soon he’ll be like a feral animal, doing anything and everything to cum again. If you don’t want to be fucked by him, now is probably the time to leave, before he loses himself completely. You stand up on shaky legs and look down at him. He’s breathing hard, one hand starting to stroke himself again, hair disheveled, blue eyes staring up at you. You look at his cock, and you wonder if that monster will even fit inside you. But he has that look again, like he’s positively starving for you, like he wants you more than anything else in the world. 

This man was going to kill you only a little while ago. Now you want his dick to obliterate your virginity. Maybe you’re not so immune to your quirk after all. You reach under your skirt and pull your panties down, tossing them aside. You step closer to Dabi and say, “I can help you some more if you want.”

He reaches up and jerks the skirt down so fast, you almost fall down from the force. He practically tears it from your body, leaving you exposed from the waist down. You feel a quick rush of embarrassment, but it quickly passes. You’ve been staring at his dick all this time. Why be embarrassed by him staring at your pussy? 

You position yourself above his cock, placing the tip right at your entrance. You rub yourself on him a bit, then prepare to lower yourself. “This is my first time, so be-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence. With a growl of pure, animalistic lust, he grabs your waist and pulls you down. You’re so slick from cumming earlier that, combined with him pulling you down so forcefully, his massive cock goes all the way in. For a moment, your brain goes complete numb. You don’t breathe. Your eyes go wide as tears fill them. You don’t move a muscle, you just sit there, impaled on his cock, your whole body twitching. Then you gasp, starting to breathe again. You’ve never felt pain quite like that before, but it also feels incredible. You’re so full of him, so warm, you want him to go even deeper. 

His eyes, clouded with desire as they are, stay on your face. “You okay?” he manages to ask 

“Yeah,” you say, “I think you just rearranged my insides, but I’m good.”

He laughs, but his face is still full of lust, arousal. He’s being as patient as he can, but he wants to move. You can feel it in the way his muscles are twitching. 

You take a deep breath and brace yourself, then you start moving, slowly and gingerly at first, just wiggling around a bit, and then you raise yourself up slightly so that you can slide back down. 

Dabi tosses his head back, grunts of “Fuck!” escaping his lips. His hands are still on your waist, gripping the flesh there for dear life. 

After a while, you start to feel more comfortable, so your movements get more bold. You’re riding him now, grinding against him, arms wrapped around his neck. The sounds he’s making almost bring you to orgasm again on their own. Soon after, his whole body stiffens, he moans again, and you feel him cum inside you. How does he have anything left? 

You slide off him and stand in the stall on trembling legs. He must know you need a break, because he starts jacking off again, using the sticky combination of your and his cum, and the small amount of blood from your deflowering, as lube. You watch him, mesmerized by the sight. Eventually he cums again, though only a few drops ooze out. 

He’s still hard, the poor guy. You start to feel sorry for everyone you’ve ever used this quirk on, even the guy who held you at gun point. You had no idea the effects were so intense. 

You have to take responsibility and help him out again. Two handjobs and another blowjob later, the quirk has finally worn off, and both of you are exhausted. You’ve collapsed onto his lap, breathing hard, clutching his jacket. You gather your strength and stand up, picking up your discarded clothing from the floor. 

You glance back at Dabi, who has his head leaned back, his eyes closed. Did he pass out? Should you take this chance to run away? That was the original plan after all. But no, something tells you not to do that. 

“So are you still going to kill me?” you ask, keeping your voice even. 

He lifts his head and looks at you. “I was never gonna kill you. I was gonna threaten you a little and try to scare you into not calling the heroes on my ass.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling stupid. 

He slowly stands up and buttons his pants. “I told you I didn’t want to kill you. Why do you think I keep coming in here?”

You still don’t get it. Maybe your brain is still fuzzy from all the orgasms. “Why do you keep coming in here?”

He gives you a weak grin. “There’s this cute girl who works here. I like seeing her smile when I walk in.”

You blush at that, your own grin spreading across your face. “What a coincidence. There’s this cute guy who comes in all the time but hides his face. I’ve always wanted to know who he is.”  

Dabi laughs as he heads to the sink and washes his hands. You watch him in the mirror, your mind drifting back to all the things you just did with this man. When he’s finished, he opens the door to the restroom. He looks at you over his shoulder and says, “That’s a hell of a quirk you have. Next time, let’s be a little better prepared.”

With that, he leaves. You look at yourself in the mirror. Hair messy, cheeks flushed red, drying cum on your face. All you can think is, “Next time?”

#Dabi x Reader #Dabi x You #Dabi #Dabi Smut #touya todoroki

[saintship]

could I request a florist!könig x reader?? I don't even know how this would go, but I like the idea of him being absolutely enthralled in plants and bugs as a kid. lil dude would know anything and everything about flowers, because he'd bring back random assortments of wildflowers and foliage back to his grandmother after a day of wandering around the woods and playing pretend, and she'd buy him a big book about flowers one day because she thought it was adorable.

was thinking reader could be a regular, because she likes having fresh bouquets around her workplace/at home/to give as gifts? she knows quite a bit about flowers and their meanings (though, it pales in comparison to what könig knows- i don't think anyone could ever compete), and she's just head over heels for whatever whack ass/gorgeous assortment he comes up with for her.

who knows, maybe our lil köni finally musters up some courage one day and throws in a free bouquet for her? 👀

Ancient draft. Cobwebs. Please forgive me this request is magical

*Some real places are mentioned but the floral shop is fictional ALSO if my German is bad feel free to correct me and I can make the edit, thank you!

Daffodils - König x reader

Salzburg wasn’t the city you were born in, but it might as well have been. You’d found a peace there; the summer rain, snowy winters, and captivating architecture being just a few wonders of the city.

Hotel Altstadt was where you made a living, tucked inside a busy plaza where the young children could never seem to sit still. A dozen or so steps across from the hotel was a small floral and plant nursery.

Königs Blumen un Pflanzengärtnerei, a shop that had grown popular since it opened its doors for travelers and tourists. The shop was beautiful, inside and out, with creeping vines and a wonderful twinkling filling the room each time the door opened. The brass bell responsible was entwined with a long sprig of lavender, which carried its smell to greet newcomers. Shelves of live, flowering plants lined the walls, some of which you couldn’t name, while in the center, a calm fountain bubbled around several ferns and tall lilies. The piece would block the register entirely if it weren’t for the owner’s height—he had to be more than 6’5’’, with generous muscle accompanying his stature and a head of auburn waves that brushed his ears before tapering off. He always wore a black fabric mask with floral detailing. Beautiful, but you always wondered why he did so.

The reason you were lucky enough to familiarize with him was the honeymoon couples of the hotel—you were often tasked with picking up entryway bouquets and treated rose petals for the bedspreads, and protected that position with your life. Today was the day you gathered enough courage to strike up a non-professional conversation with the man you’d been admiring for some time.

A breeze slanted through the alleys and roadways, providing some relief from the warm weather. You made your way across the plaza with your delivery cart as usual, thanking a young girl who held open the shop door for you. You walked inside, glancing into the fountain where coins glittered below the wavering surface.

“Good morning, König.” You sidled up to the counter, offering him a smile.

“Morgen! Here for the roses again?” He replied brightly, leaning down to reach for the package of white and red roses used for romantic suites.

“Yes, thank you..” your heart pounded as you received the first package, not missing how your fingers grazed his hand.

“I’m sure you grow a lot of these, huh?”

You managed to spit it out; a simple invitation to a real conversation.

“Yes..but it is not often I’m bored.” König remarked, handing over another package. “I enjoy the white ones especially.”

You gazed at the flower he’d pointed out, nearly getting distracted before quickly stowing it away and reaching for the next.

“Eternal love, right?”

König looked up, blinking.

“The meaning, I mean. Of-of white roses?”

Oh my god, kill me.

“Oh, yes! I have heard that perspective..though I always thought the classic meaning was most accurate; youthfulness.” He paused, holding onto the third package to study it. “So—young love, then.” He looked up, and you felt as though the earth fell around you. You took the last box, setting it down carefully.

“What other meanings do you know?” It didn’t matter that you knew many already, you just couldn’t drag yourself away from him.

“Quite a few..” he looked off a bit, thinking. “What’s your favorite flower?”

You felt a twinge of warmth at your cheeks. “Daffodils.. daffodils are my favorite. I like adorning flowers too, like baby’s breath and lily of the valley.”

He blinked, pleasant surprise flashing over his gaze. “Are you a florist?”

“I make arrangements for my friends sometimes—so, freelance?”

He laughed a bit. “Keep it down, I need business.”

You smiled in return. “Every good business has a partner, no?”

You don’t know where this banter was coming from, but decided to seize the confidence while it was there.

“I suppose you’re right.” König conceded, then studied you for a moment. “You already know what daffodils represent, don’t you?”

You don’t reply for a moment, seemingly forgetting how to form a sentence, before your phone goes off.

“Sorry..hello?” You turn, holding the phone to your ear. “Right..okay. Be right there.” You click to end the call, grasping your cart. “I’ve got to go. Nice talking to you..”

You steer back into the plaza, letting a deep breath free itself from your chest. Your hammering heart only frustrated you further, shaking your head and getting back to to work.

It was a notable stretch of time before your job drove you back to König's shop; lord knows you weren't going to wander in there on your own volition. The thought of him started to make your heart flip over, and it was close to nauseating. When you did, you saw something near the door that caught your eye. Abandoning your cart, you approached the small display table arranged to the side. You usually had trouble with written German as opposed to spoken, but the label was straightforward. "Blume des Monats". Flower of the month. It was an arrangement nestled in a small ceramic vase, the dominating flower being--the daffodils.

"You inspired me."

König's voice behind you made you turn, nearly spraining your neck from surprise. "I did?"

He was wearing a button down today, the sleeves hiding his hyacinth tattoo.

"You did. The adorning pieces, too. I find yellow and white fit nicely together for a light summer arrangement, both their looks and etymology."

You turn back, confirming the appearance of the baby's breath that framed the yellow flowers. "I agree."

König stepped up so he was standing beside you, looking at the arrangement as well. "I have to tell you, uh.. while I was arranging this, I wasn't imagining it to be displayed."

You look up at him, blinking. "No?"

He seemed to avoid your eyes. "No." he shifted his weight, glancing at the floor. The sight of a relatively intimidating man shifting on his feet was, admittedly, endearing. Still, the warmth in the tips of your ears irritated you to no end.

"I was going to uh..give it to you. Because I thought you'd like it. And then I was going to ask you on a date."

You smile to yourself, looking at your shoes. "I wish you would have."

You felt his eyes on you. "Truly?"

You nod, meeting his eyes. Suddenly, your nervous energy melted ever so slightly into a comfortable sort of understanding.

"Well, uh.." König took the arrangement by the stems, the water dripping as he held it in front of him. You couldn't help but laugh gently at his tenacity.

"Your floors-"

"Could I take you on a date sometime?"

"I--yes, just, oh your shoes.." you take the hand he holds the flowers with, setting them gently back in their place. You can only see his eyes, but they seem to be smiling.

"Wonderful. I'll have another when I pick you up."

"Oh, that's not-"

"With orchids."

You blink, his proximity suddenly clouding your awareness.

"Oh."

His eyes seem to tilt with another smile.

"I think you know their meaning."

#cod requests #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwii #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig fanfiction

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Bestie, I’ve gotta ask: do you have any yandere Wind, Hyrule and/or Time hc’s???

I’d love to hear about them!

I actually did do an entire yandere Hyrule headcanons post once upon a time, but that got…deleted, so I’ll have to redo them and everyone else soon enough. Maybe I’ll make it a small series!

But for now here’s a random assortment of yandere Wind, Hyrule, AND Time headcanons done in no particular order, just because I can.

Wind has a habit of almost always putting his sleeping mat beside you, effectively hogging one side of you to cuddle at night. The others get on his case about this, but that only makes him stop for three nights, tops, before he goes back to always claiming one side of you.

Occasionally, Hyrule will take advantage of warmer weather to take off his two outer tunics and just wear the leather armor he has on under it. He knows he looks skinny with all his layers on and sometimes he wants to show off his muscles for you!

At one point, Time asked to take a picture of you wearing one of his masks. You had it partially on, exposing just enough of your face to smile for the picture. The mask he asked you to wear? The couple’s mask. It’s a picture he likes to admire from time to time when he’s thinking about your future, together.

Wind asks Twilight what his secret is to getting so tall and buff. He wants to grow up to be strong like the Rancher so, one day, you’ll see him more as a man than a child. If you see him drinking Lon Lon Milk more often, that’s probably why.

Hyrule doesn’t have the funds to treat you to fancy gifts like gems or beautiful gowns, those come from when he pools his resources together with someone else, so instead he brings you things like flowers. He’d bring you a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, if only to see you smile at him.

Time is the tallest in the group, I headcanon him to be at least 6’3, and as a result he has the largest frame. This conveniently allows him to pass off giving you an “extra tunic” to wear as pajamas as just him looking out for you as the leader.

These are just a few, I’m saving the juicy stuff for the “main” headcanon posts.

#yandere linked universe #acrylic answers #acrylic writes #yandere linked universe x reader #lu time #lu wind #lu hyrule #linked universe #loz

[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

"dark & stormy night" — for @simplepotatofarmer's rivals duo spooktacular!

~

By the time Dream got back to his supply bunker, the storm was well underway. Thick, heavy lashes of rain through the darkness; his hood stood no chance against it. But as he ducked into the doorway, finally sheltered, a clatter of metal sounded from within, and Dream froze in place.

He had been found.

His axe was drawn immediately. Okay. This was okay. Shit, shit, how was someone here? Had he been followed? He shook his head; took a breath; it didn't matter now. This kind of problem had a simple solution.

He crept further in. The lanterns were out, so it was impossible to see ahead with any clarity, but Dream knew this base well. His brain latched onto the muted rumble from outside and the drip, drip, drip through the ceiling.

Lightning flashed through the room, casting a bold silhouette. Someone was standing by the stove. The intruder was huge. Dream felt his heart skip; there were so few people that tall. Sam came to mind. But whoever it was, they hadn't seen him yet, and that was all he needed. Silent, Dream approached from behind, and he raised his axe above his head.

He brought it down—

—and the intruder stumbled back, missing the blade by an inch. Another flash of lightning, and Dream could finally see their face.

And he balked.

“Techno?”

Techno raised his arms in surrender. “Bro, relax! You almost took my head off.”

“I was trying to! What the— Why are you in my fucking base?”

“I’m makin’ dinner!”

Dream looked from Techno to the pot bubbling away on the stove. Dream’s stove. Hastily, he lit a lantern so he could actually see what was in it: an assortment of vegetables, and perhaps some light seasoning. Dream watched it stew, dumbfounded.

“Listen, man,” Techno reasoned, “I was headin’ home when the rain started, and rain just isn’t great for my hair, it really isn’t. Y’know, it gets a bit, uh, a bit wild, a bit untamed. And really, I don’t wanna end up lookin’ like Tommy, that would be… that would be pretty bad…”

Dream still wasn't looking at him. He couldn't really process what Techno was saying.

“But then I remembered, oh yeah, that Dream guy has some pretty conveniently placed bases, as well as still conveniently owin’ me that favor."

Dream felt himself deflate. He let the axe drop, going to slump down in one of the stools with a long, deep sigh. “And you decided to let yourself in and— and, like, just make yourself some stew?”

Techno shrugged. “I mean, you weren’t exactly around to ask about your, uh. Your eatin’ preferences.”

“That’s not the point! Obviously!”

“I’m hearin’ a lot of complainin’ here, Dream, and not a lot of gratitude.” Techno was grinning, he realized. He went back to stirring the pot without a care in the world, as if this was somehow a normal thing to do. After a moment, he wafted the smell and took a sniff, nodding approvingly.

There were too many questions, like how was he cooking in the dark? or how did he know about this place? or did he somehow know Dream was coming today? But, in all honesty, Dream didn't have the energy for the arduous process of pulling answers from him. He wanted to sleep. Sleep sounded good.

Techno placed a bowl in front of Dream with a proud, “Voila. Dinner is served.” It actually did smell amazing—so much so that Dream realized that if it weren't for this random meal, he might not have remembered to eat today. His stomach groaned.

“Thanks,” he muttered, and he made sure to leave the mask on until he had managed to wipe away the smirk.

Techno sat across from him with his own bowl. Dream took a spoonful, and—yeah. It really was that good. He had no idea when Techno had learned to cook so well, with carrots and mushrooms and…

“No potatoes?” Dream asked.

“Well, you didn’t exactly seem like their biggest fan.”

Dream scoffed, which turned into a strange laugh. “This might actually be the dumbest thing you've ever done,” he mused. “I was genuinely this close to killing you.”

“Ah, but you're forgettin’ one crucial fact—”

“Technoblade never dies,” they said in unison, which might have been more amusing if it wasn't so obvious.

“Yeah, okay.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Techno stayed until the morning. Dream didn't exactly have a spare guest bedroom, but with enough assorted (and vaguely damp) blankets, they worked something out. Once they had said their goodbyes, Dream returned to the pot of stew. It was still almost full. He ate nothing else until it was finished.

#c!dream #c!techno #c!rivals #rivalsduospooktacular #dreblr #drabbles #my writing

[adobe-outdesign]

Thoughts about Nickit and Thievul?

We've had a lot of assorted thief and thief-adjacent Pokemon, but I gotta say, this line's probably one of my favorites out of that "genre". I love Nickit's smug-ass expression, and there's just enough hinting at the thief thing between the "boots", "mask", and a tail that resembles a sack of stolen goods. The tail is also used for hiding its footprints, which I think is a great concept and a nice practical element of the design:

Beyond that, the black accents are nice and carried through the design well, as are the white marks around its face and chest. I honestly have no idea what those are for, but they look good and are distinct from its evo, so I'll let them pass.

Honestly, my only nitpick is that I'm not a big fan of the oversized head. It's just a stylistic thing, and many people probably wouldn't even notice it, but it always stands out to me when pre-evos in new gens have giants heads. Otherwise, though, this is solid.

And Thievul is just delightful. It keeps to the thief idea but fleshes it out a bit, gaining a gentlemen thief-like vibe and even getting a ridiculous little pencil 'stache to twirl. (Also, side note: mad respect for this line being 50/50 gender with all sexes having mustaches.)

Visually, the "mask" over the eyes is a nice extension of Nickit's markings, and I like how the chest fur forms something like an ascot (? that doesn't seem like the right word but I'm blanking on what would be) that fits perfectly for this kind of character.

My only issues are that the black splotch on the back feels kind of random in terms of shape. I think it's meant to resemble the "saddle" on the back of some red foxes, but it's not quite the right shape (should be wider at the back and more down the front of the leg).

Also, I think the tail is a bit of missed opportunity. It's just kind of there? It still kind of has the same thing going on as Nickit but it lost a lot of the bag shape, and there's no real sense of progression there like you'd expect. It feels like the two are backwards; Nicket should have the flatter tail and Thievul should have the bag tail. It could even have it slung over its shoulder or something.

Overall, a really good line. The concept is clear and fun and the designs are nice and simple, with the tails providing a nice practical element. Some of my favorite fox 'mons so far.

#nickit #thievul #pokemon #pokemon reviews

[lynzine]

The Avatar’s Hobby

Avatar Aang was widely considered the greatest Avatar in the past millennia. At just twelve years old he prevented the genocide of his people, stymied all out war between the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation, and somehow stripped the Fire Lord behind these attempted atrocities of his bending. He did not remove Sozin’s family from power, despite the corruption. He watched them carefully. He had a solid grasp of all of the elements before even meeting his teachers. Aang was dedicated to peace and the sanctity of life. There was just one eccentricity that gave people pause…

The matchmaking.

Admittedly, it took years for anyone to notice but over the decades it became clear that Avatar Aang was pushing certain couples together. Most notably in the Fire Nation, when he introduced Crown Prince Azulon to his future wife, Ilah; but it was happening all over the world. He helped a woman escape the Northern Water Tribe to the South and attended her wedding after insistently guiding her to a particular Tribe with a specific young man who stammered and blushed and happily yielded to her in every matter. He supplemented a young Earth Kingdom merchant’s income so he could buy a marriage to a noblewoman. He helped a pair of peasants elope. He encouraged romance between specific members of the Northern Water Tribe’s most respected families.

He happily, sometimes desperately, meddled with seemingly random families all over the world. It was strange, but it was just a quirk. If he wanted to matchmake between preserving world peace and protecting humanity from the Spirit World, it wasn’t like it was hurting anyone.

Crown Prince Iroh reconsidered this widely held belief when the Avatar quite insistently arranged a marriage between his younger brother and Lady Ursa, granddaughter of the previous Avatar, Roku. Iroh and Aang had always gotten along. Aang, already an old man at his birth, had taught him Pai Sho and taken him on trips around the world. He was almost like his uncle. While the kind old Avatar had tried to treat Ozai the same way, Iroh had always sensed profound wariness in the Avatar when dealing with his younger brother, a wariness he tried to mask with his usual cheer and jokes. So why was Avatar Aang so determined to ensure that Ozai would marry Lady Ursa?

A similar issue was plaguing Hakoda of the Southern Water Tribe. No matter who he brought home, Avatar Aang seemed to disapprove. It was like his honorary uncle was looking for someone specific. If Aang had tried to push the young man to break up with someone Hakoda never would have acquiesced. But the old man just stared at him with his girlfriend so mournfully, as if he was going to begin sobbing, that Hakoda would eventually end the relationship.

The relief on the Avatar’s face always made him feel like he’d done the right thing.

The day that he introduced Aang to Kya and saw his face light up was the day Hakoda knew that he’d found the one. He’d found the woman that he was going to marry.

In the Earth Kingdom an assorted handful of merchants and nobles accepted the Avatar’s betrothal suggestions. It was good business to be favored by the Avatar.

   Avatar Aang arrived the night before Lady Ursa went into labor. The old man was apparently more frantic than the rest of the family. Iroh made a dozen pots of tea in an attempt to calm the old airbender.

When an attendant emerged from the room Aang was the first on his feet. “Is he alright?” He demanded sharply. Iroh blinked and wondered how he knew the baby was a boy.

“Yes, he is. Quite healthy for a child born so close to midnight.” The woman answered, holding the new nobleborn at a professional distance from her. Aang stepped forward, and before any other member of the family had a chance, he took the baby into his arms. Iroh raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glace with his father. Both Fire Lord and Prince decided to say nothing of this curious breach of conduct and courtesy.

Aang trembled, clutching the tiny newborn blinking up at him with two whole golden eyes. “You’re here.” He whispered. “You’re really here…” The baby fussed as tears fell on his head. “I missed you so much, Zuko.”

 The Avatar greeted the Princess of the Northern Water Tribe as well, directing her parents to the sacred oasis when she was born too early and without a sound. He even plead with the Moon Spirit himself to aid the child. The Princess woke with hair like the moon and a grateful Avatar gathering her into his arms.

 Avatar Aang was seen mourning on Kyoshi Island. He went to the home of every new or expecting family before he donned the colors of grief and left the island teary eyed. Saying only that he’d lost her.

 Avatar Aang was at the birth of both of Hakoda and Kya’s children. Somehow, more joyful than the parents themselves.

 The Beifongs had not expected the baby to be blind. Avatar Aang assured them that she would be more powerful than any other person he had ever known.

   Aang sat on edge of the Southern Air Temple, surrounded by children from every nation. Their parents might not like Aang’s impromptu field trips for them, but he couldn’t resist sometimes. Whether it was to train with badgermoles, to fly with dragons, to see new wonders, or simply to light candles for the only one he’d failed… the only one whose lineage he hadn’t known. Aang might be over a century old, but he would always need his friends. It had taken decades, but his family was as complete as it was going to be.

Zuko and Sokka argued over which of them was taller. Yue braided Katara’s hair. And Toph used earthbending to lift herself above them all, laughing manically as she did.

Sky bison passed, carrying young monks and nuns to new adventures. And even with the ever present ache of Suki’s loss… Aang was happy.

#Ficlet #Random Time Travel Fic #Aang #Aang loves his friends #And will manipulate GENERATIONS of people to get them back. #Suki didn't make it. #I'm SO SORRY you guys! #I just knew that one of them couldn't and I could imagine so many ways for Suki to end up on that Island! #time travel #Aang goes back to before he was frozen in ice and has to make a choice. #Not edited #Not my favorite #but kinda wanted to post. #So... here it is.

[slasher-dasher]

Okay, this may sound... random. But I see Jason Voorhees more like a son than anything. This isn't shipping, this is just something wholesome I really wanna see.

Jason meets the reader and sees them as a parental figure, and the reader sees him like a son. And they have a healthy {as can be with an undead murderer} mother/father-son relationship.

I've never seen anyone do this, and I just want some wholesome parent-son time with him TvT

Parent Trapped

(Jason Voorhees x Reader /p; this was really fun to write!)

︶꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

This was supposed to be a fun vacation. You and a few friends had planned to visit some popular urban legend spots, one of them being Camp Crystal Lake. The story had always intrigued you, and you had managed to convince your friends to stop and look around just as the sign had come into view. How could you have known that there actually was an undead killer protecting the camp who was now picking off all of your fellow trespassers? Luckily, you'd managed to take shelter in a cabin that he had yet to explore. It was a little cleaner than the others, but not by much. No cobwebs, but a light layer of dust has settled around the cabin. A small stuffed teddy bear rested on the bed, tattered head placed delicately on the dirty pillow. You reach your hand out to pick it up as sharp snap from outside caught your attention. You whipped your head towards the window, quickly taking the bear in your arms for some sort of comfort. There he stood. You both froze, neither wanting to move as if staying still would prolong the inevitable. You take a hesitant step back, as if that movement would be your last. He didn't move. Just watched as you bolted out of the cabin and towards the woods.

"Jason, spare them." The voice of his mother echoed in his skull, forcing him out of the trance he had been in. For the first time, he doubted it was her. He obeyed regardless. Jason found you crouched under a hastily assembled leaf blanket, bear clutched tightly to your chest while you shivered in your sleep. He moved carefully, lifting your form with gentle ease as he brought you back into the cabin to rest. He didn't know why you had been an exception, your friends certainly hadn't been, but your presence did make him feel... protected? It was strange. He hadn't felt peace with a person at Camp Crystal Lake since his mother worked here, and even then her reach could only go so far. Maybe... if he could convince you...

You sat on the edge of your bed, hand haphazardly plunging a needle and thread into worn fabric that you'd finally been able to keep out of Jason's sight. Several years had gone by since you fell into the role of Camp Crystal Lake's second resident. While Jason disposed of trespassers and kept you safe, you kept the place tidy and him cared for. It was fairly easy, and Jason seemed to enjoy your company. He liked to help you clean, and would often hang around you while you were cooking, a habit you gathered was left over from when his mother was alive. You were relieved when he first rejected your romantic advances that you thought would be an easy escape plan, thankful that he truly did want nothing to do with that. Although, he did appreciate a doting kiss to the cheek (mask?) and other simple affections. The cabin door swung open as you reminisced, tying a final knot that you prayed would hold as the thread sealed the seam in the barely-held-together bear.

"Jason Voorhees, if you get any mud or blood on that floor so help me-" In an instant, an undead hand was extended towards you, holding a random assortment of flowers and leaves. A gentle smile graced your lips, replacing an older makeshift bouquet with the new one while he stood, hands fiddling at his sides.

"I have something for you too!" You stood, bear hidden behind your back as he tilted his head. Standing up on your tip-toes, you lifted the bear up to his face, watching as his stoic body language changed to a child-like joy. He scooped the bear up in an instant, pulling you in for a tight hug while your giggles filled the small cabin. In the midst of the moment, your eyes caught a glimpse of something on the floor, turning both of your attention's to the trail of Jason's boot-prints on the freshly cleaned floor. He got a very stern talking to about taking his shoes off before coming inside while he mopped the floor, apologizing for the mess the whole time.

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #slasher community #slasher #slasher writer #slashers #slasher fucker #slasher fic #fic writer #fanfic writer #fanfic writing #fic writing #fanfiction writing #fanfiction writers

[hippolotamus]

So this is 39...

I was gonna do one of those X amount of things I've learned by age whatever, but 39 is a lot of things and tbh I'm not sure if I’ve learned that many (as some of you would undoubtedly agree). So, in true Hippo fashion, please accept this list of random assorted things I've picked up like shiny trinkets/facts I've come to accept through the years.

Believe it or not you're worth the effort, love and care you try to give everyone else but don't think you deserve.

Usually the more I've tried to fit in and be like everyone else, the more unhappy I've been. Let your freak flag fly and see who sticks around in your blanket fort.

Legos, coloring, stuffies, swing sets, daydreaming and other ‘childish pursuits’ are not, in fact, just for kids.

when given the opportunity, a solo car concert is a solid choice

If you're constantly putting yourself in boxes for the benefit of someone else... honestly, what's the point?

Find at least one person you can drop the mask with and be fully, authentically you.

Groups break up, accidents and weather happen... just go to the concert/show/exhibit if you wanna instead of waiting for ‘next time’.

nobody has their shit figured out (especially anyone acting like they do). we are literally all out here just wingin' it.

Some of the best life advice comes from fictional characters

Nobody cares. Nobody is thinking about you the way you're thinking about you. - Alexis Rose

Life isn't meant to be lived in moderation. We only get one chance at this... What's the point of living if you're just going to keep yourself locked away from ever experiencing life? - Avi Mulvaney

Make sure you’re following your heart - Carla Price

You’re gonna be okay, kid - Christopher Diaz

just because you didn’t die, doesn’t mean you’re actually living

even if you think you’re ‘too young’ for something, i assure you you’re not

i love you isn't reserved for family and/or romantic partners.

Platonic soulmates are a thing and they do exist

Dates with yourself are 100% necessary and sometimes the best ones

there is zero deadline or requirement to find a romantic partner, get married, have kids, buy a house, etc...

Sexual and Romantic preferences are fluid. It's OK if you change your mind or didn't 'figure it out' until your 20s, 30s, 40s or beyond.

You're complete as you are. Without the degree, the partner, the [current arbitrary standard]

Cliche as hell but life doesn’t end because you didn’t get the job/house/partner. Odds are good it’s the best thing that could have happened and you’ll be delighted it did.

Blood may be thicker than water but Found Family, the Family We Choose, is often the best family

Shared genetics doesn't demand your unwavering loyalty

I'm human and I fuck up. I make the wrong choice, say the wrong thing, don’t say anything or say too much. Way more than I want to, and often in the name of trying to keep the peace.

Do you write, paint, draw, some other variety of art? Congratulations 🥳 you’re an author/artist. A real one. Yes, you!

As such (and I will die on this hill) you don’t owe anything to anyone. Not the fic, the next chapter, the snippet, the gif set, etc. Your works are not the price of membership to fandom.

Missing someone and being glad they’re not in your life anymore aren’t mutually exclusive concepts.

You’re more than enough, but not too much. Never too much. I promise.

headpats & forehead kisses 💞🦛

#hippo rambles #not 39 things #hippo wisdom #i realize some of these are oddly specific #but i’ve been around a while and found them necessary

[twisted-whispers]

Yandere!Idia Shroud Thought Dump #2

Part 1

Welcome back guys, gals and non-binary pals - today we continue this whirlwind of a yandere post that continues to plague me like a god projecting angry but beautiful fever-dreams onto their prophet.

While part 1 was semi-sorted to be kind of a story, these are random. If you want one expanded on just send an ask in with the short you want and I'll see how favorable I am with the inspiration gods.

(pic credit: click here)

Yandere!Idia finishing raid and immediately logging off, the bed dipping with his weight as he seamlessly slotted himself ontop of you, his head on your chest within seconds as he bemoans with relief how good it is to touch you again.

Yandere!Idia only letting you shower in his room, he doesn't trust people and he's just looking out for you - besides Ortho can clean your clothes before you're done!

Yandere!Idia being a degenerate and stealing your used undies to keep in his secret merch drawer, pulling them out as a stress relief when you're not around.

Yandere!Idia gifting you a tablet with his payment info on it so you can buy whatever you want whenever you want and he can see everything you do in real time. It's just so he can know you better, he just wants to take care of you! It's not like you have anyone in this world...

He will without a doubt withhold privileges if "he feels you're not putting enough effort into our relationship", he thinks you're a brat or you're not obsessing over him like he is with you.

Yandere!Idia secretly stalking you and using the shock function on the chip he implanted in you by so that you stop talking to other people. If anyone gets too close to you he activates it, the thrill of watching you grimace at the Vil, let alone watching the Queen of Pomefiore's expression falter was priceless. He doesn't mind you going outside and getting fresh air, but he doesn't want you getting dirty.

Nevermind the logical issue with shocking your soulmate, let alone policing their behavior - he starts tearing up when you're raising your voice and pleads between sobs for you to forgive him. You're his first everything and he's just so inexperienced, can you please have mercy?

While he hates you initiating public displays of affection - it throws him off his game, his mask slips and then everyone sees his hair flicker pink - he has no issue coming up behind you and slouching ontop of you when some normie is encroaching though. Think of him as your protection spell.

Yandere!Idia sputtering excuses as to why he can't take the (shock)collar off - Crewel and Rosehearts do it to students at NRC when they misbehave all the time, so why can't he do it to you when you're being a brat and not listening to him?

Yandere!Idia tracking down anything that relates to you returning home and stashing it deep within STYX archives. Even if you do find out what he's done what're you going to be able to do about it besides trust he'll help you? He'll just lead you right into your new home, gg.

Yandere!Idia making you sick on purpose so he can control your life. He really loves you so why don't you just let him prove himself by taking care of you? He's going to max his persuasive stat so you have to agree.

Yandere!Idia having an unusually passionate enthusiasm about handcuffs and bindings, taking more time than you think necessary to inspect how they look confining you. He really loves anything around your wrists and ankles, buying you an assortment of bracelets and necklaces in a minimalistic black, white, or silver.

He doesn't mind donning them for you, as it gives you a confidence he wouldn't see otherwise and he is going to tear down those defensive walls as soon as he learns your mechanics. You are his legendary, best in slot prize.

Yandere!Idia peacefully watching you when you sleep - glowing, calculating eyes flickering across and memorizing every detail of you before his day begins. He's almost finished with the 3D model he's been rendering but it's nothing compared to the real you.

Yandere!Idia being in a terrible headspace only for his anger to evaporate entirely when you hug him, your form fitting flawlessly against his in a way that has him breathless and hoping for once in his life that fate is real. Yandere!Idia wrapping you in his overly large jacket not only to gain affection points and be near you, but because when he has to lock you leave you in his room his coat becomes even more of a comfort when he has to go outside.

Yandere!Idia "borrowing" your hair ties as another comfort aid, as they're multi-taskers - holding hair, binding wrists, fidgeting with or keeping your scent.

Yandere!Idia who dedicates 15 minutes a day to practicing breathing exercises - after you chided him for chewing his sleeve/nails and offered your hand for him to play with instead. Anytime, you said with a perfect smile. His panic attack ruined that flash affection event but he won't ever let another opportunity pass by again.

Yandere!Idia who crowds you in his bed at night so you have to let him touch you - cold hands finding and pulling you close, with a grip that guarantees you can't slip away.

Yandere!Idia losing a match and in his crimson anger, franticly pulling you to him, making you sit on his lap while he cools down. Nevermind the growing welt - he's upset and needs you to comfort him so actually do a good job, 'kay?

Yandere!Idia taking your first kiss together seriously, researching endlessly before ordering your favorite fruit so that he can feed you mouth-to-mouth, regardless of your opinion on the matter. You can either do this the easy way and sit on his lap, or pick the hard route and he'll pin you to the bed to force-feed you - which is it?

Yandere!Idia bursting into tears after you refuse him something, because "your affection level is so low I kind of want to delete our save file", sulking, and not explaining - only you apologizing and complying will allow you back into Idia's good graces.

Yandere!Idia patting himself on the back for being such a good partner to you - when he found you unable to sleep, overthinking the possibility of not being able to go home - he comforted you and brought you calming tea, even catching you when the drugs kicked in. It's no problem for him to lay down with you all night, you can thank him later. This even gives him time to perfect his plan.

Yandere!Idia grimacing when you first show him any sort of affection or warmth because he knows he doesn't deserve anything of the sort for what he's doing...going to do you - taking away your choice to go back to your world, caging and isolating you - but the constant attention gets him too worked up to care, he needs this...needs you to live.

Yandere!Idia literally enraging if you ever get trolled or killed in a video game - the rival player getting rekt so many times they quit the game and you never see them online ever again.

Yandere!Idia becoming passive aggressive when you call him a friend or even boyfriend and not your soulmate like you really are, like fate decided for you, for us. If you forget that he's going to cry and you're going to have to explain to innocent, pure Ortho why you hurt his big brother so much.

Yandere!Idia just being a clingy, overly needy boyfriend soulmate to the point that it's a struggle just to go to the bathroom, let alone have some quiet time by yourself.

Yandere!Idia helping you grind in his favorite game, light headed from the sheer excitement of sharing this part of him with you. His patience is infinite - we can do whatever you want, I'll escort you anywhere.

Yandere!Idia fitting Ortho with a health monitor program for himself because he doesn't want to call on the family doctor so much as to garner attention from other humans. He uses it as a trial for the one he's going to code for you once he convinces you to put on this cute collar necklace he's gifting you!

#yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere #twst yandere #twisted wonderland #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud

[farolero-posting]

OneShot and Rain World assorted thoughts (aka making other iterators that aren't TWM). These all come from rambling on discord about this to a few friends.

We made Prototype an iterator, because he would be kinda frightening if he had the processing power to be one.

No clue what he looks like, but I named him Haunting Augury since it fits his whole prophet motif.

It abbreviates to HA which is ironic. It would piss him off if you point it out.

In OneShot the main thing he has going on is that he can "predict" the future. (i have headcanons but im not opening that can of worms rn)

But "predicting the future" isn't all that impressive in Rain World because iterators are already running multiple simulations on how to solve the Great Problem.

And a lot of it is about guessing outcomes.

So instead HA's main defining trait is predicting those ideal conditions for ascension and relaying useful info to his citizens.

Personality wise HA is not nice. Really blunt and a little intimidating. His relationship with ancients is sort of ambivalent.

He will answer your questions but will be kinda pedantic about it.

Augury has heavy opinions on concepts of randomness and luck. Don't fucking ask him.

Also he would be the first to figure out the ancients would try ascending anyways via Void Fluid and would be pissed off about it, probably refusing to reveal that information to them.

Except it's pointless.

There's definitely something else you could say about memory loss down the line as cycles go by but I don't have anything to offer.

I also thought about Silver as an iterator.

She has no name yet but I KNOW she is modeled to resemble an ancient the most out of every other iterator. She absolutely had an intricate mask at some point. It's worn down now, she doesn't care.

She was designed with the mindset that an iterator should be able to closely relate to the plights of ancients and identify with them.

It's not all that effective. The ancients can't ignore the fact she is an iterator.

Her city is known for being Barren.

She caused some kind of incident that made the ancients leave her. Maybe her actions were related to almost breaking a taboo. The specifics are all in pearls that nobody's found.

So she's been isolated for way too long. She feels abandoned by the ancients, and is also distant to other iterators, finding it hard to relate to them too.

Her connections to other iterators are also faint. Closest neighbor is probably Augury but neither of them reaches out so it doesn't matter.

Her can has had time to get a stable ecosystem somehow.

I also think she would get creatures in her chamber more often than other iterators.

She may have a soft spot for scavengers, so if they're nice and play a game with her she will give them a pearl.

#oneshot game #rain world #headcanon #wwawawawawawawa idk my grasp on rw lore isnt the best. #but take this

[crowborn666-writes]

When You’re Sick HCs

(I’m sick and want comfort. Not too bad, just aches, headache and fever, the cold winds aren’t helping either.)

Characters: Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyoka Jiro

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

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Tenya Iida

He enters your room after your croak of a response to his rather loud knocking. It was breakfast and yet there was no sign of you downstairs!

So when he found you huddled under practically every blanket you had, hair a mess and eyes glossy and tired, his first instinct was to reach out and feel your forehead.

“You’re sick.” He stated upon feeling that your head felt hotter than Todoroki’s left side, and at your nod he relaxed his stern posture. “I shall inform the others and get you soup and medicine.”

In record time, he had returned, a tray with soup, water, and medication balanced on it in hand.

He got you to take the medicine, and while you were eating the soup, he informed you that he would ask Recovery Girl to stop by for a more thorough check up while the rest of your classmates where in school.

You can bet money the first thing he did upon returning from school was march his way to your room.

Denki Kaminari

Was walking past your room to head down for breakfast when he heard you groan.

Backpedaling to your door, he called out. “Are you alright?”

“No.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He opened your door, seeing nothing but darkness where the hallway light didn’t reach.

“Please don��t turn on the light.” He heard, just as his hand was about to flip your light switch.

He finally out made your form on your bed, face tucked into the crook of your elbow, blankets bundled around you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, making his way to you. You explained the headache and joint aches you were experiencing.

Immediately he was jumping up, telling you to wait there before rushing off. He came back with an assortment of items. A mini heater, an eye mask, pain medication, and several water bottles.

He began explaining, rather quickly, about how the heater was in case you were cold(of which he totally didn’t steal from Bakugo), the eye mask to block out the light, the meds for your headache and the multiple water bottles to keep you hydrated.

Oh if only he didn’t have to go to class, you’d ask him to keep you company. The random nonsense that went through his head always kept you entertained.

Momo Yaoyorozu

Heard you stumbling through the hall on a midnight excursion to the kitchen for a glass of water.

She took one look at your flushed, tired and shaking form and scooped you up with no hesitation, bringing you back to your room.

“I’ll go get you some water, you stay here and rest.”

She was back soon enough, passing you your water with a bottle of meds. As you took them, she stepped away to gather up your blankets.

She even tucked you into your bed, and while you weren’t looking, she took time to create you some extra blankets, setting those over you too.

She sat next to you as you did your best to fall back asleep, keeping you company with quiet conversation and back rubs until you were asleep once more.

Kyoka Jiro

Took one look at you when you walked downstairs for breakfast, went “Nope.” and spun you around to usher you back to your room.

“You’re sick. And we can’t have you making it worse trying to do things on your own.” She explained, sitting you back on the bed and gathering up all your blankets.

You weren’t complaining, having planned to get breakfast then immediately retreat back to your room, it was the weekend after all.

After bundling you up and refilling your water bottle, she disappeared long enough to grab you breakfast.

As you ate, she sat with you in your room with her own plate, filling the room with new things going on in her day-to-day life and even playing songs she found that she thought you’d like.

#mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha denki #mha tenya #mha momo #mha jiro kyoka #momo yaoyozoru #tenya iida #denki kaminari #kyoka jiro #mha x gn!reader #mha x reader #tenya x reader #denki x reader #jiro kyoka x reader #jiro x reader #momo x reader

[inlocusmads]

━ Trystan's Wardrobe 👑

Unlike Nora's, which is assorted by its use, Trystan's is sorted according to pure vibes, colour and pattern. He's pulling out whatever he is in the mood for, which also means he will show up to an embassy meeting in a cacaphony of clothes. It kind of helps him that way because he gets recognized a lot, so it helps to have a bunch of variety in his clothing (or) no variety at all (so the paps can't use his photographs)

houseplant vibes:

This is the closest we'd get to an at-home wardrobe of his. Once again, their lookbook absolutely beyond our comprehension and transcends logic and space-time. At the same time, these are nice clothes - Trys likes having nice clothes and being able to use them, so it isn't restricted to just "indoor gremlin" use.

the "i am sick and tired of the same thing, give me some zhuzh":

For when he's sick and tired of the same black blazer/grey silk shirt combo, but wants something that resembles it enough for him to feel comfortable in. Pieces in this wardrobe category tend to bleed into his outdoor wear (even if that purpose is to just drive around on a Sunday afternoon). As aforementioned, to him there's nothing called 'overdressed' because to him, assigning clothes based on a small narrow intended one-time purpose seems so cruel to him. He's buying the clothes, he's wearing the clothes.

"i swear i am a tourist" (aka, trystan's ways to escape the paparazzi):

Very self-explanatory title lmao. This is the closest he'd achieve to willingly dressing down. If I were to better describe it, think airport fashion meets average 'I will trek across Europe' traveller. If he's running personal errands, he'd put on a large cap, opt for masks or bandannas or sunglasses. Of course, this is before the momentum around him died down and the news cycle stopped giving him attention. Still, he tries his best to be cautious while he's in and around public spaces.

not-boring dark academia:

If Trys loves anything more, it's mixing and matching up stuff. A significant portion of their wardrobe is filled with your typical dark academia pieces - usually a shade of brown, dark green or yellow ochre. However, it has its own little zhuzh happening. This is equivalent to a more formal, classier streetwear. When the weather is just right to get the coats on or lose the coats, swap it with a v-neck instead, Trystan will take it.

raves, parties and stuff:

One must assume these are outfits specifically tailored for 'rave, parties and stuff' but it isn't so. Trystan will dress up as Neo from The Matrix on a random Tuesday for funsies. (jk, jk lol). He does find a use for this category for informal occasions and is yet another branch of 'streetwear with a zhuzh'.

professional:

This is Trystan's usual 'I'm shifting into focus mode, turning on do-not-disturb' outfit for work. Which also means he's going through a mental breakdown. He doesn't opt for patterns or textures or colours and sticks to the absolute basics. Whether it be due to meeting the Ambassador to the United States, engaging in 'foreign diplomacy' shenanigans or fulfill his duties, he's reluctant to try out new stuff. He wants people to take him seriously.(I hc this is what he wore upon his first few meetings with Nora and the agency)

To lessen the 'professionalism' burden, he puts on some tennis shoes or sneakers, so yes, he does look like one of those hip start-up owners who sit on desks with a marker cap in between their teeth, writing stuff down on a mini whiteboard.

run out of fucks to give:

This would be the closest to Trystan's athleisure wear or throwing in something sporty in there. It's also an excuse for him to mix and match up a bunch of different things in his wardrobe. He seldom goes out in it, as in "out" out, but would happily throw some on- simply if he's either too exhausted or simply as the title says, runs out of fucks to give.

+ bonus: the rings!

(from left to right)

Green: Not exactly a family heirloom of sorts, but it was gifted to him by family. This was once in Maksim's possession and prior to that, worn by Trys's grandparents.

Purple: Yet another present but it was from Duchess Eveline as congratulations for making it to his eighteenth birthday and as commemoration for his journey to becoming king. Of course, it flops so hard, but Trys still keeps it because it looks cool.

Black leafy thingy: This was his first purchase he made in New York at the airport gift shop. Literally the second after he lands, he's depressed, he's unmotivated, he's poked and prodded around and it's just a moment of low to high for him when he finds this wonderful thing.

Marble-patterned ones: A novelty purchase lol. He bought this sometime when he was 19-20 at one of those knick-knacks jewelry shops in his city. It kind of stuck with them for a long time, mostly because they just look nice and Trystan loves preserving things - especially that reminds him of the nicer, more optimistic times from his childhood.

Copper band: This was a ring that he made on his own, yes. He was about 13 or 14; noticed that the 'very very important people' in and around him often wore rings or watches or jewelry that made them important. He nicked a piece of copper from when the main foyer was getting renovated and worked on it little by little. Eventually he had it fixed. It means a lot to him because it's probably the only DIY project he ensured till its completion.

Plastic star: He got it with a cereal box and found it amusing. Even more amusing is the fact he likes lying about it, telling their friends he'd had it commissioned from an expert jewelry maker in Milan.

_____

#thorne rose headcanons #trystan thorne #it was so so tough trying to find outfit inspirations for trystan because men's fashion truly needs more colour in it #so anyways to give a tl;dr - his stuff is pretty androgynous - colourful in a monochrome way and stuffed with patterns in a stripey way

[mimiriko]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

tags :: fluff. established relationship. 1k+. reader wears makeup. pda…making out in semi public…

notes :: pleasekissmylipstickoffgeto

You think you see the appeal to hoarding make-up now.

You only own the basic products, nothing exciting. It’s not something you put effort into. Seeing Shoko sport a red lip or Mei Mei with her glittery eyeshadow is the height of your euphoria, but you don’t find it special on yourself.

As aisles of makeup brands fill your vision, not one empty without customers, you think you might change. It's fun. There's so much you can experiment with.

Your observing six-foot boyfriend next to you thinks the same. The array of advertisements he walks by, models displaying various looks has him itching to see them on you. Especially that fenty beauty blush… you pretend you didn't see him sneak it in your basket.

Stopping at the lipstick section, you scan the assortments of colors. You were running out of everything, so four or five would last you awhile.

Geto speaks up. “I thought we were only here for skincare.”

He's right. The shopping basket dangling from his hold only has sheet masks in it, and your next item was hair masks so you can go home and have a little pamper evening.

You remain unmoving. “We are,” you nod, “but I’m running out of lipstick, and I have a date tomorrow and I want to taste good for him.”

That did not sound like you. It was much too bold, and you felt your face warm the moment you finished.

The hand you're holding stiffens, momentarily caught off guard.

“Is that so?” He rasps.

Your eyes slide over to his. His gaze half-lidded and dark, transfixed on your face.

Letting out a sound of confirmation, you hastily break eye contact and walk towards the displays. In the middle shelf held samples, no name or color indicator. Simple black cover with a bold “sample” stuck on.

“Do you know what that guy likes?” He questions from behind.

Your hand hovers over the samples, scavenging through your memories for any hint. “…Not really.”

“I can help, you know. I’m a man after all.” he offers.

Stepping aside, you watch him pick a random lipstick, spinning it in his grasp. He turns to you, and you hold the back side of your hand out to test it out.

You don’t expect Geto going straight for your lips, gently smearing the color around. You peer at him in surprise, noticing his expression darken each second with his eyes trained on his actions.

A question hangs off your tongue once he finishes, but it’s muffled when he leans down and captures your lips with his own.

You take a step back in surprise but freeze when a firm hand cups your face. His lips move leisurely, drinking in your small squeaks and the taste of the lipstick.

He parts away slightly, noses bumping against one another. Smiling, he licks his stained lips. “That one’s chocolate. Not bad, still could be better. Let's try some more, yeah?”

You blink.

A moment of warmth fills your heart, blissfully travelling through you. If not for the hand on your cheek, you think you would’ve stumbled a bit. Your relationship has gone past the first stage, but the familiar feeling of being a schoolgirl in love washes over you in waves.

Geto doesn't wait for your answer, placing the apparent chocolate flavored lipstick back and selecting a new one. Once again, he opens it, and presses it against your bottom lip.

This time, his hand moves from your cheek to your hair, closing the distance with a pull.

More, you think. You want more. Your hands are on his chest now, the tight grip bunching up his black shirt. Just like any other day, you get lost in him easily. In his charm, his smile, his lips. Chatter from nearby customers fall on deaf ears because his effect on you is twice the size of your senses, dulling the world and making you think of only him.

“Raspberry.” He says, pulling away slightly out of breath. “It looks good on you.”

He eyes your pink lips, smudged and swollen. Mute, you look at him with love, and he returns the gaze with equal fondness.

His free hand reaches out for the shelf. “Last one.” He hums.

“This isn’t fair, you were supposed to test them out on my hand.” You croak, blinking out of your daze.

Geto lifts your chin with one finger, the other hand holding the sample. “Have to make sure,” he says, coating your lips for the third time, “The color and the taste don't always match.”

This time, you lean in. With eagerness that has him smiling into the kiss. You have the reigns now, titling your head to deepen the kiss and pulling him closer by his shirt. He’s all over you, and you’re all over him.

But the moment you feel his tongue pushing into your mouth, your turn is over.

The reason for this kissing game is forgotten. All caution is thrown into the wind as you makeout in an aisle at a cosmetic drugstore.

A noise leaves your throat as he breaks apart, releasing you only to breathe.

He angles his head to your cheek, lips grazing the soft skin. Labored breaths fill in the silence, his eyes shut tight, almost as if to compose himself.

Soon enough, they flutter open. “Cherry.” There's a small smile on his face. Mixed with cheekiness and affection. “I like this one.”

Licking your lips, you taste the subtle cherry flavor and silently agree with him.

Tentatively, you take a step back. Your focus flits across the rows until you spot a certain package with a pair of cherries on it. You smile, and grab it.

You place it in the basket, and he takes your hand. “Let’s go.”

★ bonus

As you turn around, you’re met with an employee at the entry of the aisle. A mortified, profusely blushing employee, looking back and forth between you and Geto.

There’s a chill going down your spin, and the world spins on its axis. You think she’s been here this whole time.

Geto takes your hand, and runs out the other side. You vow to never step foot in that shop ever again.

© mimiriko 2022, all rights reserved.

#🪐 #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou x reader #geto x y/n #getou x y/n #geto suguru x y/n #suguru geto x reader #jjk x reader

[withered-tears]

New masks haul!

Man these look GREAT. Dunno if the person who sold them to me gave them a deep cleaning, or if they were just nevwr uses much, but they look PRISTINe.

Dont worry, i know they are bootlegs but still

New masks are always a good find over here

Plus a nice assortment of random pieces. Some of those are gonna be hella useful for future mocs

#bionicle #lego