#and then boots and maybe something else but i think thats it

[samarecharm]

Its so funny that Makoto gets such an awful rep (usually bc of her treatment of Futaba), but going through the game again, Makoto is the one who leads the conversation into getting her to open up for the palace door. She immediately offers up the idea of just being honest with Futaba; no lies or soft words, just straight facts in a calm voice. She knew Futaba wanted the change of heart, badly enough that shed listen without having to be convinced by force. And when Futaba panics about having to open up, Makoto makes sure she has no chance of backing out (‘give me time to open the door’ ‘ten seconds’ ‘WHAT???!’). Its for her own good!!

I think it can come across as mean and overbearing and even insensitive, especially if you are someone who is sees themself IN Futaba, but Makoto is both incredibly caring, sisterly, and understanding during the entirety of her arc. Like most characters, fandom seems to completely warp and exaggerate very specific moments and traits and sum up entire personalities bc of it. Ryuji and him being stupid; Ann and her being loud and mean; Yusuke being dumb as shit and singleminded for NO discernible reason, etc etc. People took the snooping and her one vaguely insensitive comment (about futaba and her whole Thing) and decided that she was a cunt and a bitch that couldnt be reasoned with.

Its so bizarre. Im aware that every piece of media w vaguely assertive girls has this issue (Sakura, Katara, Aqua, etc etc) but its still crazy that this is prevalent. Shes like the direct mirror of Goro and he does not get this specific kind of hate (usually its ‘he backstabbed and blackmailed us so i hate him’). Sorry. I need to be a Makoto Apologist to protect her from the rest of the world. My girl did nothing wrong shes just weird. She thought she could fight a mafia boss and she was RIGHT! She WON!!!!

#chattin #makoto girl i love yuuuuuuu #makoto doesnt really treat as a younger sister #but she is protective of futaba and i think thats a little sweet. no one else really gets that attention #and she tries to be understanding w some futabas quirks but it confuses and frustrates her #its like two autistic teens on opposite ends of the spectrum trying to interact #‘girl who follows social rules bc her sister and adults told her to’ #and #‘girl who follows NONE of those social rules bc shes an outcast and never learned them’ #u know makoto has scripts for sooo many things #and she talks extra slow when shes trying to think of something new on the spot for a difficult interaction 😭 #BOTH of them have not been socialized in the best way #and are now dealing w having people who care about them and their thoughts and feelings #and theyre BOTH opening up and getting to be more expressive #they do not hate each other they are FRIENDS !!!! SISTERS EVEN…MAYBE!! #AND ANOTHER THING #no way we are calling her a cop when the game was made by ATLUS. certified Boot Lickers 😭😭😭😭😭 #same company that made a cop character that said ‘i cant stand the injustice of the police and i hate perpetuating it’ #and then made the cop stay a cop. like what.

[sick-as-a-dog]

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#gotta love him taking a project WE worked on TOGETHER and basically kicking me out of it but still wanting to use MY ideas for it #and only because MY ONLY CHARACTER on the main team doesnt fit with HIS vision anymore despite them being on that team since day 1 #i was seriously trying to get over him taking my group rp plot a few months ago i really wanted to share my worldbuilding ideas with him #mind you it was a plot that was meant to introduce my AND his ocs to the main rp storyline #at least before he took off with it and acted like i wasnt meant to be part of it even tho it was built off of MY ideas #this whole time i was stupid enough to think it mightve been a mistake that maybe he forgot or something and it was all just accidental #tbh this is probably the 3rd?iirc? time hes used MY ideas for a SHARED project and then pushed me out of it when my ocs dont fit HIS vision #im so fucking sick of this i give him so many ideas THAT HE BUILDS EVERYTHING ELSE OFF OF and just???? #either he uses them then boots me out OR he gets bored of that project and drops it....im so sick of this happening #and he wasnt always like this!! except maybe the dropping projects thing but losing passion for projects isnt weird for him tbh? #but using my ideas and pushing me out of projects? THATS new! hes changed so much within the past year and not in a good way..im so tired..

[ughgoaway]

Snapshots

a/n; This is kind of half a blurb and half a fic?? Idk, it's just horny thoughts expanded tbh. now, this is NOT sanitary at all. PLEASE do not do this without thoroughly cleaning the shoe first. You are asking for a yeast infection and a UTI otherwise. But this is fiction, so let's all pretend he did a little sterilising beforehand! however, that's not hot to read, so im not gonna write it, but let's play pretend!! Thank you, ily <3

Content warnings; boot grinding, d-word, degradation, jealousy, bratty behaviour, dom matty, spit, swearing, and teasing. But I think thats it?? I'm so sorry if I'm missing some!

word count; 2.1k ish

(shout out to Kirke @nowshesdoingitallthetime for once again causing this. you are my fav little devil on my shoulder encouraging this behaviour...)

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*click* *click* *click*

“Okay and now look to the left!” You hear the photographer shout. matty turns his head exactly as she asks. But apparently, it's not quite right, judging by how she walks over to him and poses his body.

you can feel the jealousy in every fucking nerve when her fingers graze the edge of Matty's jaw, adjusting his head half a centimetre. The move was so small it was completely unnoticeable to anyone else, but what was noticeable was the sly smirk on the photographer's face as her fingers lingered on Matty’s skin.

Your boyfriend remains completely oblivious, as he has been all day. You, however, noticed it as soon as you walked in together. You weren't planning on coming to play jealous girlfriend, you were prepared to be silently supportive.

But when she spent 40 minutes trying different outfits on Matty and showering him with compliments, you knew something was up. 

You studied her every move from then on. The way she “adjusted” Matty’s hair after almost every take, running her fingers through every strand in a way that had Matty practically purring.

You look at the way she pulls at his clothes, untucking and tucking in his shirt multiple times. and you also watch her eyes dart down to his exposed stomach every. fucking. Time. You swear you can almost see the cogs turning in her head when she catches a flash of the rose tattoo on his hip.

Every joke he makes, she laughs just a little too hard. Matty is funny, but making a shitty pun is not worthy of doubling over and acting like you're at a standup show. Yet, every vaguely funny comment he makes has her cackling and wiping tears that are streaming down her cheeks.

So you were fuming. Partially at her, Matty had introduced you as his girlfriend at the start of the session. Which had earned him an unimpressed hum from her and you a petty wave. she didn't seem to take too much notice of that fact, though, judging by the way she's stroking his cheek right now.

But you're also pissed at Matty for playing right into her hand. 

You knew he was egotistical, but the way he was practically turned into a giggling schoolgirl over the shoot drove you insane. His attention whore actions usually make you laugh, probably because they're normally aimed at you. as soon as you start rambling about how much you love him, matty becomes a child star, immediately glowing at the praise.

But it's remarkably less entertaining when he's lapping up the attention of a woman who is practically getting on her knees in front of you.

And maybe you took it too far, walking over to him mid-conversation and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his harshly, you take advantage of the gasp that leaves his lips to press your tongue into his mouth, licking inside and moaning excessively loud.

Matty pulls you off once his logical brain overtakes his horny one, but you can still see he's slightly dazed when he goes back to chatting with the photographer. The haze in his eyes and the pink flush on his cheeks take a few minutes to fully fade, especially when your hand slides onto his thigh and grips his skin possessively. 

You hang off his arm for the rest of the break and move closer to the set when they start up again. Every adjustment she suggests you swoop in and make before she can, punctuating each one with a peck on Matty’s lips and a glare her way.

Matty knows what you're doing, and after you lingered a little too long on one kiss, he pulls you in with a hand around the base of your neck.

You feel his breath on your ear before he starts talking, “I know what you're doing. Behave.”

You don't listen to his demands. Why should you when he's been gagging for every piece of attention this stranger gives him? So you play it up even more, determined to beat this woman at her game.

whilst you might win that war, you certainly don't win the one waging with matty judging by his tense shoulders and rolling eyes.

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The ride home is full of tension, Matty's knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, and the hand that usually lives on your thighs is firmly stuck on the gearstick.

You cant deny that the mix of his palpable anger now and how fucking good he looked at the photo shoot had riled you up. Every tick of his jaw makes your thighs tighten. And you swear you see a smile cross Matty's face as you cross and uncross your legs for the 20th time, desperate to relieve some pressure.

As soon as you get in the door, Matty is barking orders at you. 

“Follow me. And be quiet. You've done enough talking today.”  Any bratty behaviour left simmering inside you was gone. You trailed behind Matty silently, walking into the front room and starting to sit down on the sofa beside him.

“Nope, floor,” Matty says bluntly.

... no, he's joking. Surely.

“What?” you tilt your head at the man in front of you as you speak, assuming this is another one of his unfunny jokes (but you're sure the photographer would be fucking cackling at it.)

“You heard me, Don't play dumb now, baby. Kneel.” You don’t know whether it’s the intensity of his eyes or the assertiveness of his voice, but you do exactly as he asks. Sinking to your knees like you had done for him so many times before.

Your hands start to move to his fly instinctively, assuming you'd be apologising the only way you know how, letting Matty fuck your throat until you cant speak. But his hands smack yours away before you can even touch the denim of his jeans.

“Thats not gonna cut it today, baby. i need a proper apology this time.” Matty's foot slides between your legs, his boot sitting between your thighs as you hover just above it.

“I want you to grind on my boot, sweet girl. Put on a proper show for me, yeah?” Matty nods at you, and you don't even think before immediately nodding back, sinking down on his boot below you. in your mind, you know you should be scoffing at him and rolling your eyes, but your body moves without you telling it to.

You can already feel wetness pooling in your panties, throbbing at the idea of being so powerless under him. You gasp as soon as the cool leather of the boot touches your core, goosebumps blooming over your skin.

Your hips start rutting against the leather, sliding your hands around Matty's calf as you experimentally grind down on his shoe. Matty feels your fingers tighten around his leg as you clit brushes agaisnt the leather, the slight scratch of the boot making your head spin.

You rock your hips dumbly against Matty's shoe, arching your back when it brushes harshly over your bundle of nerves. Your ruby red nails dig into Matty’s leg through his jeans as you cling to him desperately.

One of your hands slides behind you so you can rock your hips even deeper on his boot, laying your palm flat the ground and canting your hips up desperately. Your thighs burn with every rock you make, but the burn in your core is stronger than anything else.

“thats it. now stick your tongue out, fuck. that's it angel,” Matty palms himself over his jeans as he stares down at you, groaning as he watches spit drip from your tongue and fall on the boot below, making every move you make slicker and more dizzying.

Matty looks pretty fucked out for someone who hasn't been touched, a thin sheen of sweat sits on his skin, his dick straining in his jeans as he watches you like a hawk. He studies your every movement like he is watching a cinematic masterpiece, taking in every move you make and committing it to memory. 

His jaw clenches as he fights every urge in his body to grab you by the hair and pull under him. Visions cross his mind of him jackhammering his hips inside you until you're screaming his name, watching the bluge in your stomach as he pumps fucking every inch of himself inside you. But he stays strong, keeping his eyes trained on you with every move you make.

“Thats it, shine my boots with your cunt. Good girl” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Matty drags out his words and pushes his boot up, the pressure against your clit making the world around you fall into a haze. 

A flush covers your cheeks and chest, and Matty smirks at how blissed out you look.

Fucking you dumb is something that will never fail to amaze him, watching a smart girl become a babbling mess because of him does wonders for his ever-growing ego. It's not like he needed the boost, but your brain melted out of your ears as soon as he starts talking to you like he owned you.

You can't help but squirm as you start moving closer towards the edge, the pressure building inside you slowly becoming too much. Whimpers and whines fall from your lips as your hips speed up, pleading with Matty to let you cum without saying it. Luckily, Matty has seen you fall apart under him enough times to know exactly what you're asking.

“You getting close, baby?” Matty smirks as he speaks, “‘course you are. Filthy girl wants to cum all over daddy's boots.” your jaw drops at the nickname, and you nod as best you can, whimpering with every circle of your hips. 

“Beg." he demands

"Tell me you're fucking sorry and beg to cum,” Matty's jaw drops when he sees tears start falling down your face, desperation filling your every nerve. Soon, you're sobbing and begging Matty for mercy, your hips bucking wildly.

“Please. I’m so- fuck- im so sorry, Daddy. Please let me cum, ill be so good, I promise. Just- ah! let me cum. Please.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you fight to hold in your orgasm, but every rut of your hips is making pushing you closer.

“So good for me, such a dirty slut. Okay, angel, cum for me.” As soon as the words leave Matty’s lips, your cumming, the rubber band inside you snapping.

White spots dance across your vision as you push even harder down on Matty’s boot, letting the tough leather push you through your orgasm with every circle of your hips. Your chest heaves, and your jaw shakes as your orgasm drags on, intense pleasure wracking your every nerve.

Your thighs grip tightly around his boot as you reach your peak, but soon enough they're going lax, your hips slowing down until you’re motionless sitting on Matty's shoe, panting wildly and fighting to catch your breath. His fingers move from his lap and grip your chin, forcing you to stare at him as he speaks.

“Don't leave a mess. clean it up for me baby, be a good girl.” Matty nods at his boot, looking at you expectantly with a sick smile covering his face.

You sink further down on the floor below you, ignoring the way the cold concrete scratches your knees as you slide. Dark brown eyes meet yours as you hold eye contact with Matty. staring up at his as you stick your tongue out, and start to lick the leather covered in your slick. An exaggerated moan falls from your lips at the taste, and Matty’s jaw drops as he watches your tongue lap at his shoe.

After a few more seconds of you swiping your tongue over the leather, Matty is dragging you into his lap, gripping your hips harshly as you settle on top of him. He can't help smirking as you hover over him. Your cheeks are pink as you stare at him. The same pretty pink covers your lips. undoubtedly from desperately bitting at them to try and dampen your needy whimpers.

“Don't be so selfish now, princess, give daddy a taste,” you smirk at Matty before gripping his jaw, watching in awe as his mouth drops open and his tongue falls out.

Power skitters up your spine as you lean forward and let a drop of spit fall from your bottom lip, watching it drip and fall onto your boyfriend's tongue. A grin immediately pulls at your lips when you hear the groan that is ripped from his chest. 

As soon as Matty tastes the mix of your slick and spit, he's dragging you deeper into his lap, forcing his tongue in your mouth to desperately lick every trace of your release from the inside of your mouth.

Needy hands grip each other's skin, groping every piece you can get your hands on. Eventually, Matty pulls away from your lips, his eyes dropping to watch a string of spit spread between you. His head falls back against the sofa behind him, staring at you in awe.

“I'm booking another photo shoot with her,” he teases, his chest heaving as he desperately sucks in air to his lungs.

“The fuck you are.” You surge forward and capture his lips again, smiling as you feel his lips turn up as soon as your skin touches his. 

#wrote this from 12am to 2am so it might be shit #probably is #but delirium is a funny thing #anyway... yeah ignore the logistics of this and just have fun lol <3 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #matty healy fic

[dumplingsfordays]

hi! read your thighlover! gepard hcs and was wondering if you could do a fic where he just. snuggles his head between reader's thighs after a stressful day? maybe slightly suggestive bc of flirting but thats optional

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stressful days to peaceful afternoons

pairing - gepard x gn!reader

genre - fluff

cw!: slightly suggestive, gepard's a little touch-starved

note - you guys are killing me w these reqs like these are so good???? also this turned out to be super short so I'm sorry 😭😭 tysm though 🧷 nonnie <33 ily and have an amazing day/night!!

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"Geppie! Oh my gosh, I missed you so much!" you exclaim as you open the front door to greet your lover. He smiles tiredly in return, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead and making his way inside. You explain everything that you've been up to these past few days while he was gone as he removed his coat and boots - some guests came over, you helped out at the library, the plants that he was growing are doing... better, but you always returned to the fact that you were so happy that he was finally home.

Gepard is also very, very happy to see you, and also very relieved; however, those days that he'd spent rigorously training his soldiers left him with a constant headache throughout the time he'd spent there and on the way back home. He longed for peace, for warmth (the snowfields were very cold at this time of year), and he has you. Specifically, your thighs.

When he asked in that low, mumbling voice of his if you could lend him your thighs, you immediately agree with a chuckle.

"Of course, Geppie," you say, "You're always free to."

You guide him to the bedroom, where he finally plops down onto the bed and you scoot up to him. Wordlessly, Gepard wraps his hands around your waist and buries his head right between your thighs. He mumbles something, but fully relaxes when you thread your fingers through his hair and pet him gently.

"For a second I thought that you were aiming at something else," you giggle lightly, and you feel his chest shake as he laughs for a brief second before settling down.

He mumbles again, but this time it's a little clearer.

"If you want me to, I can."

Cheeks reddening, you give him a small, playful slap on the shoulder and you really can't help but grin.

In all honesty, though, you love moments like these. Calm, sweet, warm moments with your boyfriend were something that you wouldn't trade anything for. It did seem a little selfish to only let him go away for longer periods of time to come home and wear your thighs as his favorite earmuffs, but he obviously enjoyed it too, so it was kinda worth it.

After a moment of silence, Gepard mutters into your warm thighs.

"Do you have the rest of the day off?"

You think for a second before answering. "No, I don't think so."

"Can I stay like this for the whole day then?"

You laugh again and reach down to massage his broad shoulders and upper back.

"Definitely not stopping you, but you should eat dinner."

"Can my dinner be you?" he flirts in return, and you have half a mind to slap his shoulder once more.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #fluff #gepard #gepard fluff #gepard landau #gepard x gender neutral reader #gepard x you #gepard x reader #gepard x y/n #BABYGIRL ALERT #hsr x reader

[viscerax]

Don’t know if I can request here, so if I can’t I’m sorry :( but if so, can I request hcs of finney dating a cheerleader? Maybe cheerleader defending finney with fluff??

Finney Dating a Cheerleader HC's

Okay so, this man was absolutely FLABBERGASTED when he found out you liked him too.

Hes had girls pretend to ask him out as a prank/a form of bullying, so he figured thats just what you were doing

I think he tried to ask you out first, but got super nervous and ended up asking to borrow a pencil... after school.

You asked him out after one of his baseball games. His game ended like 30 minutes after your cheer practice was out, so you ran from the school to the baseball field in time to watch the last ten minutes of the game and asked him out afterwards

Finney just stood there like "Huh??? Me??? 🧍‍♂️" he definitely thought you were either pranking him or you had just gotten him mixed up with someone else.

First date was a football game. Which was a weird date because the two of you didn't really get to hang out until after the game

Finney is SO SO AKWARD. You're his first for everything. First kiss, first partner, first girl to hold his hand, everything.

You constantly joke about how he would probably look good in your uniform, and although he'd never admit it, he's kind of curious now

Now a small scenario

You knew that Finney wasn't popular. You knew about all the mean shit the other girls said about him. Sometimes they'd call him harmless things, like nerd, or weirdo, but what bothered you most was when they would constantly bring up his encounter with the Grabber.

The situation had scarred Finney, physically, mentally, emotionally. He acted like it didn't bother him to much, but you knew how badly it hurt him. So, no one got off without a few bruises from you if they ever brought it up, whether it was to his face or around other people. If you found out, they were done for.

Many people doubted you, since you were a cheerleader. But you could throw a few good punches.

One particular day, some bitch had whispered something to her friend while you were passing by in the hallways. Yoy stopped dead in your tracks, immediately tying your hair into ponytail and turned on the heel of your boots, a very fake smile spreading across your face.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck did you say, bitch?" Your fists were clenched at your sides, and suddenly the girl didn't seem too confident anymore.

"I said that your boyfriend is going to grow up and become some kind of serial killer. So I'd be careful if I were you. The bimbo girlfriend is always the first victim. Unless of course, you go along with him." The girl snickered to herself, but her laugh was cut off as you slammed your fist into her face, making the back of her head collide with her locker. Suddenly, everyone was paying attention. You grabbed a hold of the girls ponytail and tugged it so that she was looking directly into your eyes.

"Finney isn't a fucking serial killer. He's gone through something terrible, and a weak bitch like you would snap. But he didn't. He persisted. So maybe next time, you should be more careful about the lies and shit you say about other people. Especially Finney." You sighed and slammed her head into the lockers again before spinning on your heel, facing the crowd and smiling, taking your hair out of the ponytail and waving as you walked off.

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #black phone edit #headcanon #finney shaw #finney x reader #finney blake #reader is a fucking badass

[fieldofdaisiies]

Oooooh I love your angry az fics. Could you please do another one?? Maybe one thats not about another male though? :)

thank you so much <33 hope you like it!!

Azriel x Reader | Guilty?

type: angsty  warnings: curse words word count: 1125

*all rights reserved*

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Veiled in shadows and darkness Azriel stepped out of the kitchen into the corridor. His face was blank yet sinister and cold. The pure Illyrian power, only tamed by his siphons, stretched out like a dark cloud. Something —rage or fury— glistened in his eyes when he only barely parted his lips to speak.

"So?" he breathed, his voice icy cold.

You toed off your boots and showed him an irritated smile. Was he angry with you? Unease sank its claws into your chest.

"So? What is up?" you queried, nearing your mate. You pouted your lip, not understanding his sudden fury. That morning everything had been fine—you had cuddled, kissed and ate breakfast. Later you had left for work. Azriel had been in an exceptionally good mood that morning so you really didn’t understand the change now.

When you wanted to place your hands on his he pushed them away.

"Feeling guilty or so?"

Irritation coated your insides, confusing spreading out and making unease settle into your gut.

"About what?"

Azriel’s face revealed nothing but anger and sadness, the bitter taste of disappointment reaching you through the bond.

"You really don’t know?”

Azriel’s nostrils flared and he let a cold chuckle escape his lips.

You shook your head no, your nose crinkling. "No, Azriel, I do not. Are you mad with me?”

Azriel bit down on his lower lip and averted his gaze. He harrumphed and shook his head. “I am not mad. I am fucking disappointed. And apperently the lady does not even know what she has forgotten.”

You thoughts went wild. It wasn’t his birthday. It wasn’t your anniversary either — you would have never forgotten such things. What else could—

“Oh gods, I am so sorry. I forgot. I had so much work to do for—“ “Yes, for the High Lord and Lady. Obviously your work is your priority and not your mate,” Azriel snapped, a vein popping up on his forehead. 

“Az, I am so sorry—“ “Don’t Az me!” 

Azriel turned his face away from you, his demeanor so icy cold it made your body tremble. 

You reached for his arm, fingers curling around his biceps. His muscles tensed under your palm, his shadows slowly starting to wrap around your hand.

“A—“

“Why does it seem like everyone is more important to you than me?” he blurted out. His lashes had dampened, his jaw was tense.

Gods, his pain reached you and made your burn from the inside. You had never felt such pain. It tore at your heart that Azriel thought he wasn’t your priority. He was your everything and you hated yourself so much for neglecting him in the past days. You had just wanted to do a good job, you worked so very hard and had obviously forgotten how much Azriel valued time with you. 

“Azriel,” you pleaded, searching his gaze. “You know there is no one else who is more important to me. I am so sorry for neglecting you. I didn’t realise that—

“That you have a mate?” Azriel spat, his anger rising to the surface again. I knew that deep down he was no really angry, rather terribly disappointed and also scared. Scared that there could be something that would one day be more important than him. That he could lose you to. 

“That is bullshit!” you now said louder, wanting to convince him that he was your priority. Always. 

“I just don’t get it. How could you forget about me? How could you forget dinner? We have booked this table weeks ago.” “Yes, and that is just why I forgot. We booked it weeks ago. I am so sorry, I did not have it on my agenda anymore. I can cook us something now and we can eat—“ “I don’t fucking want to eat now. I wanted to go for dinner with you. I wanted to take my mate out for dinner.” “And I am sorry. I am sorry I forgot. This happens. This can happen. It is not like you are always here. You are also gone for weeks and do you think I like that?” you blurted out and knew it cut deep. Azriel hated going away from you for longer. But he after all was the spymaster of the High Lord and sometimes had to go to the continent or other courts in Prythian. You always assured him that it was fine, that it did not matter to you. Obviously you did not like it that much that he was gone so often but on the other hand you knew that it was his job and so you of course understood. 

“You said that it was fine,” Azriel breathed, his brows lying in furrows. He dropped his gaze to the ground and swallowed thickly. 

“Do you no longer want to be with me? Is that it? Is it over between us? Or did you want to pay me back for not being that much in the past month?” You threw your hands up in despair. “No, Azriel! Of course not. And of course I still want to be with you.” You smacked your hand onto your forehead and shook your head. “I really simply forgot and that is it. There was no further bad thought behind it. I forgot that is it and I am truly sorry for it.”

“Are you though?”

It was then that the smell of liquor reached you—sweet yet rich and spicy.

“You*re drunk,” you stated, matter-of-fact.

Azriel rolled his eyes, shame slowly creeping over his face. 2Had to do something while you were gone.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, pulling Azriel’s arms around your body and curling your own around his strong torso. “I am so sorry for forgetting. I truly am. Please don’t be mad with me. I will make it up. But please,” —tipping your head back you searched his gaze and locked it with his once found— “don’t drink and then behave like that.” Azriel slowly dipped his chin and inhaled deeply. “Sorry,” the shadowsinger breathed, sounding like a lost little boy. He knew you hated it when he drunk, but somehow you couldn’t blame him that night. You shouldn’t have forgotten your date.

“I will tell Feyre and Rhys that I won’t work that much in the future. I also want to be with you more." You kissed Azriel’s chest and he finally squeezed you to his body, letting his scent and his warmth wrap around you.

“Now, my love, red or blue?” 

You grinned up at him when Azriel furrowed his brows. “What?” “Lingerie. I want to make it up for you properly. Red or blue, now?” “Blue. Definitely blue!”

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#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar

[smittenbyvillains]

Hi! Could you do the Wizards of the black circle meeting and falling in love whit someone who has a really strong magic ability, and learned magic at hogwarts? They use a wand for spells and stuff. Their also kind of silly and unhinged, like they use the unforgivable curses, like avada kadabra(I think thats what its called) on a regular basics. They killed a lot of people, mostly on accident. They tend to accidentally use spells when explaining things as they move their hands a lot accidentally pointing at things and people. If you seen "Its a me, Silvia"s "If I was at hogwarts" videos on tictok, then their basically like that.

They dont really care for the winx they just kinda hangs around them. Nor do they really care that the wizards are villains or dangerous, they talk to them like if they were regular people. Unlike the winx who gets ready to fight them they just continue doing what they were doing unless they're attacked or dissrupted.

Sorry If its a bit long, and you absolutly dont have to do it if you dont want to.

I love this request <:

You were glad to be out of Hogwarts. You didn't like your classmates much besides Draco. You were sad to leave him but you had to against your will. You had done a few questionable things that were close to going to Azazban. After completing your schooling you were on the platform and grinned at Draco.

"Have fun without me but not too much my ferret Boy!" You exclaimed with a laugh kissing his cheek. He rolled his eyes.

"I'll miss your crazy ass for sure." He said sighing. You skipped away accidentally throwing a few spells since your emotions were high. You giggled to yourself. You ended up going to Gardenia.

You were laughing to yourself. You were wearing a black skirt and green tank top and high boots with your wand safely hidden in them. You were just walking when a car almost hit you. You had wide eyes.

"Watch it muggles!" you snarled rolling your eyes. The wizards turned to you. You weren't fazed? You skipped away again walking to yourself. You ended up working at the fruity music bar. Not many liked you. Only a few. You noticed the group of girls always coming by talking with the owner's daughter. Surprisingly you got along with Roxy. She was different from anyone else here. Your ears perked up hearing Roxy upset. You went over.

"Are they bothering you Rox?" You asked tilting your head and looking at them with a glare. Roxy didn't get time to speak. A girl with blonde hair spoke.

"Roxy is friends with you? You don't even have good fashion sense." She said. You raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have the space to judge me." You said smirking. The girl looked shocked. The girls were quite shocked by how you were acting. "Rox, come help me with getting a few things down your dad forgot how short I am." You scoffed. Roxy nodded and smiled.

"Of course Yu." She said. You just grinned and laughed skipping away to that side again. You had no idea that the wizards were watching you from afar. They could tell you were something. You weren't from around here.

You muttered to yourself about the perky girls. You accidentally caused Stella's chair to pull out and you heard a whine.

"Who did that!?" Stella said. "My skirt is dirty!" She said. It reminded you of a few nasty purebloods. You looked at them and snickered. Stella looked at you. "It was you!" she said pointing at you. You laughed.

"Me? How could I? I am over here!" You said. "Maybe you are just clumsy." You said. That girl huffed.

A few days later Rox convinced you to apologize against your will. You walked with her and were talking about the ferret boy without mentioning the magic parts. No one knew about magic here. Figures as they were muggles. You reached the group of girls.

"Why is she here?" The blonde said. You rolled your eyes.

"Because I can't go against Roxy asking me to say sorry. So I'm sorry for being a bitch to you." You said crossing your arms. You watched Stella's hair turn green. You tried to keep a straight face and just giggled. The other girls were confused but Roxy who watched as well shocked.

"Stella your hair!" Roxy said.

"WHAT!!" Stella exclaimed as her hair was green now. You just giggled. "you witch!" She said straight at your face.

"I already know I am one." You grinned. They were shocked. "I wouldn't mess with me. I can do much worse." You said casually.

"You have magic?!" They all exclaimed. You looked bored. You had accidentally done a few of the unforgivable in front of them after this and different spells.

"Duh," You said. You laughed a bit before skipping off. What you didn't see was the wizards in hiding watching you. You decided to be nice and fix Stella's hair. From that day forward Roxy had to hang around them. You didn't want to but you knew something was up with them and wanted to see what it was. Soon you found out they were fairies. You just laughed and held your stomach.

Over the next few days, you started to talk to the wizards as they blended in. You enjoyed the attention. One day the Winx figured out who they were as you talked to them as they were blending in. You were confused when Bloom started to yell at the boys talking to you.

"Why are you yelling at them?" You said annoyed.

"There they are girls. Step away from them Y/N." Musa said. You frowned.

"Who are they exactly." You said.

"the wizards we are after," Stella said and the girls transformed. You just rolled your eyes and walked away. After that, you still talked to them as their normal selves. The girls were not pleased but you clearly were unstoppable. You were close to the wizards and they started to really like you. They wondered why you avoided anything violent even though it seemed to always be around you.

"Hello, little witch," Ogron said smirking. "Would you like to go somewhere with us today?" He asked you. You were about to say yes when you saw your best friend enter. You gasped and ran to him and hugged him. You missed Ogrons jealous face watching you embrace the young boy.

"Ferret!" You said grinning and laughing. He hugged you back.

"I wanted to stop by and see if you caused any trouble," Draco said.

"Of course I have!" You laughed and dragged Draco's hand to meet Ogron and his gang. "Meet the wizards of the black circle." They introduced themselves to Draco and Draco introduced himself as your best friend. You chatted with Draco for a while as the Wizards watched and muttered to each other. They did not like how close you were to that boy.

Draco left a little later to go to his work in the ministry. You ended up saying yes to Ogron. You were an insane mess the whole time. They felt like it was a date but you hadn't realized. Over time you realized you really liked them.

"Will you be our girlfriend," Gantlos said and you grinned giggling nodding.

"Of course, I will!" You said each gave them a kiss. They had fallen for you first then you fell for them.

#x reader #winxclub #winx club #x reader stories #villains #winx ogron #wizards of the black circle #winx gantlos #winx anagan #winx stella #winx flora #winx bloom

[oatmilktruther]

hi 👀

for the "get to know your writer meme"...... I want to know all 77

BUT

I am restricting myself to asking you JUST the following: 4, 10, 20, 29, 39 (specifically, feel free to murder me with the fight club au), 54, 56, 64 (an answer I definitely won't use for nefarious purposes so don't feel the need to answer carefully)

AHHHH THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME SO MANY MY FRIEND

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

where dont i find inspiration…. everything reminds me of them EVERYTHING. but one of my biggest inspos is music i’ll listen to a song and i’ll be like. okay but what if this was about Them.

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

blinks is not in there and neither is blink. if you wanna pick another ill go looking for you.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

well ed always has adhd and stede is always autistic but other than that no i havent noticed and i think its because every time i write an au im so deliberately trying to create a unique space that i almost develop my own set of language styles for it. it gets a unique texture. or maybe my stuff is super repetitive and i sound wanky as hell right now and i’ll take that too.

29. What’s your revision or editing process like?

well for one shots that are not super important to me ill reread a couple times just to make sure its legible, for longer one shots ill have s beta go over it and pick at it and ill actually chew on the edits and make sure i land what im trying to sell. for my long fic i wrote a first draft and then chapter by chapter i went “is this thematically consistent do i like how it sounds do i even like this” and i wrote and rewrote MANY pieces

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

HAHA IM COMING FOR YOU KATHERINE

from the not fight club au

“Exactly how he snaps up his gaze when Ed is still a few paces away, how his gaze falls on him, heavy like a steel toed boot, heavy like a string of someone else’s pearls around a neck, heavy like heavy like heavy.

Exacting as he steps forward, one, two, into Ed’s space, grips his hands into Ed’s jacket, one, two, steps back, twists, dragging Ed with him, one, two, until Ed’s pressed against the back of the car.

(Hungry) (it is hungry) (it is starving) (Ed’s own stomach growls)

There’s a beat where Stede waits, a beat where Ed nods, one, two, and then—

And then Stede kisses Ed.

(and then Stede kisses Ed) (and then Stede kisses Ed) (and then Stede kisses Ed)

And then Ed kisses Stede.”

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

putting my beautiful baby girl ed in situations. just lots of wish fulfilment playing with my favorite barbie.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

i really like that everything i write has distinctive voice in it. everything i write has serial numbers on it, like its definitely mine.

64. Something you love to see in smut.

as MCR once said (and its hilarious because this is genuinely the song thats come on shuffle as im typing this): Blood!

no seriously. blood. i love blood. gimme some blood.

#m #ask game

[baahsu]

hellooo baah :))) ive yet again come here to ask your opinion on smthn vs(cest) related bc i love your takes :]. so, how d'you feel about the vs sibs having a system (and kinda a kink ig? idk them and their possessive asses prolly find it hot lmao) where whenever a person one of them likes wears their color, that means that person has been 'claimed' by whomever's color they decided to wear?

^ that was a shitty ass explanation so let me give you a somewhat less shitty example: reiju wants to hit up some hot maid girl in the castle and said hot maid girl in the castle realizes this and chooses to wear pink accents in her outfit the next day. this means she 'belongs' to reiju bc shes sporting her color. ya feel me?

now, does this *stop* the other siblings from hitting on a claimed person? oh no not at all lmao- not if the sibling finds the person attractive and wants to fuck them. the color system's basically just a warning to the others that if you hit on the claimed person and the sibling who 'owns' them isn't comfortable with sharing they get a free pass to rag on your ass lmao

BUT. thats just the system for ppl who the sibs wanna fuck. but when the sibs wanna fuck *EACH OTHER…*

imagine ichiji sitting at the breakfast table one morning with subtle green accents to his outfit- a detail everyone but his siblings (and maybe ceaser bc the vs sibs sex life is his favorite soap opera lmao) would miss, signifying that he wants to be dicked down by yonji sometime during the day. or reiju coming last to train because her nails are now a nice shade of blue as she looks at niji with a subtle flirtatious smile (hes getting pegged later :]). or sanji picking up on the system during wci and choosing to wear just *slightly* visible red lingerie under his dress shirt to signifying to ichiji that he needs to be the one ripping it off later

okok do you SEE my vision? yes? no? maybe? well either way my whole ass reason for writing this was:

just. thinking about niji abusing the fuck out of this system and becoming the whore he's always deserved to be. like he'd choose a different color every day- his normal fit being subtly paired with something else. maybe its red cufflinks, pink-accented headphones, combat boots that shine green in the sun, midnight black goggles (dont ask how sanji would be around to pick up on this after wci its a smut ask it doesnt need to make sense igsiagigwigw), or even a mix. whoevers attention he was wanting that day, he'd subtly send them a message, and make sure they see it.

this all climaxing when all of 0134 are done with his "disloyal" (they drc they just wanna excuse to fuck that twink) ass and decide to momentarily team up, ignoring him for an entire day but making sure he sees the way they're all hitting on *each other", leaving niji horny, pissed and alone and struggling to go to bed...

..until 0134 all bust down nijis door at like midnight and fuck him to tears. yonji fucking him until his thighs and legs are numb, ichiji making him practically choke to death on his cock, sanji riding his dick till hes screaming n crying, and reiju sitting on/riding his face so hard he cant breathe. theyre all saying shit like "if youre really *that* desperate for all of our attention then just say it, whore" and nijis trying to be snarky and talk back but hes too busy drooling and begging for more to even formulate a sentence

this ends with one of them (coughichijicough) saying something like "if you don't want this embarrassment to happen to you again then pick a damn color, you slut." before they all leave him sweaty and reeking of sex..

he wears the most abhorntly mismatched outfit ever of red, green, pink, and black the next day btw :3cc

AND SCENE LMAO. sending my weekly ask and making it niji related bc i dont write abt him enough <3<3

You say you like my takes but I feel like yours are always so much better and so muchore thought out 🫣💜

Like, when you mentioned the color system my mind immediately went to niji practically wearing a rainbow outfit

At first he just wanted to mess with everyone, get them all on edge and feel like he has some control over them, like he's interested in all of them, but who does he want first? He's not gonna tell 🤭 they need to find out and fight for his time and attention 🤭

He didn't count on them not getting caught in his little trap tho and the result was exactly as you said

He learned his lesson and from then onwards decided to keep wearing his ridiculous rainbow outfits, a slut like him needs to be constantly put in his place and he'll make sure his siblings are doing their job on that 😌

(ok but I just have to say that the dynamics you wrote between niji and the four are everything I could've asked for?? Like, are you reading my mind bc from him choking on ichiji's dick to reiju riding his face and sanji riding him and yonji fucking him to next week??? I'm??? Perfectly curated to my very specific tastes, it felt like a five course meal 😋)

#vinsmokecest #vinsmokes headcanons

[funeral-grayy]

@ my worst

you’re prayin’ im the one but maybe i’m a curse

it was one am when you heard light tapping on your window. when you didn’t immediately get up, the tapping only became more louder and insistent. you knew who it was and why they were here and that was the exact reason you were hesitant to leave the comfort of your bed. dabi had forgotten your date earlier in the night and he was more than likely here to attempt at making it up to you. but god, you were so sick of this push and pull game he was playing with you. the tapping quickly turned into loud banging and you finally jumped out of bed and opened the window.

“what the fuck do you want, dabi?” you asked, annoyance evident in your voice. the smirk on his face told you he wasn’t going to take you seriously. sitting down in your computer chair, he started to unlace his boots, leading you to believe he would be staying. there was no point in trying to make him leave, so you got back into bed. you huffed in annoyance and rolled over, your back facing him now. 

“oh cmon doll, don’t be like that” you heard him say, much closer to you now. you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up the cold shoulder, dabi was very persistent when you attempted to ignore him. you felt the bed dip, then a pair of arms grab you around the waist, pulling you until you were flush to his chest. his nose nudged the side of your neck, small kisses placed here and there in an attempt to gain your attention. “I’m sorry baby, you know i am’’ he tried convincing you but you weren’t stupid. this wasn’t something new, it was a constant pattern with him. him fucking up, coming to say sorry, fucking you and then doing it all over again. but for whatever reason you could never break it off for good, because for whatever reason you had fallen in love with the blue flamed villain. you were fucking niave, thinking you could fix him when all he did was push you away anytime you showed him an ounce of compassion. 

“dabi…” his name left your lips as a timid whisper. god, the way you said his name always did things to him. sighing he rested his forehead on your bare shoulder and thats when you felt it. warm and sticky. jolting up, you turned to face him and thats when you noticed that a few of his staples had been busted open. ignoring your concerned look, dabi sat up as well. 

“you sound so fucking beauitful when you say my name” reaching forward, he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. he knew you were about to fuss over him and shower him in affection. he should have known better than to come here injured. he didn’t want to see your loving gaze or feel your gentle touches. he didn’t deserve any of it, not from you, not from anyone. but he didn’t even attempt to put up a fight when you led him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. he didn’t push you away when you started to dab his wound. his eyes shut as you dressed his wounds, not wanting to risk seeing the pity in your eyes. he could handle it from anyone else but not you. finally done, you cupped his cheek with your hands and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“dont.” he pushed your hands off his face, the word stung. you knew what he was doing, he always did this. any form of affection and he immediately bolted, cooking up some reason why he needed to leave but you weren’t having it this time.

 “why won’t you let me love you?” it was like time stood still, neither of you moving as you asked the question that would more than likely ruin everything. dabi’s eyes widened and quickly filled with anger. why the fuck did you have to ask that? why did you have to love him? you could see how at war with himself he was, so many emotions swimming behind his eyes. anger, confusion, hope. jumping to his feet, he began to pace the bathroom. why were you trying to fix him? this was just making it worse. his hands frustratedly grasped at his hair and pulled, a sound of anguish leaving his throat.

“you dont know what you’re saying. could you love me at my worst? after i’ve slaughtered innocent people? burned them alive? could you love me then?” he all but yelled in your face. he let out a humorless laugh. he knew better than to get involved with you, he knew things would end up this way. nothing ever stayed simple, feelings always got involved and he was a fool to think this would be any different. he couldn’t give you what you wanted, no matter how much he tried, he was far too damaged. no matter how much he loved you, he’d never say it. he hated that he showed you all his scars, showed you his vulnerable side because you accepted him so blindly. a gentle touch to his arm broke him from his trance.

“lets go to bed” and that was it, that was all you said as you took his hand in yours and led him back into your bedroom. he said nothing as he watched you unbutton his shirt, nothing as you helped him out of his pants. you were trying to be as gentle as possible as to not scare him off. you knew you had crossed a major line and scared him. getting into bed, you pulled him down next to you, placing his arm around your waist. you could pretend he didn’t yell at you, you could pretend like nothing had happened. you couldn’t lose him, not now. finally the limp arm that had been placed on your waist, tightened. he held you so close and so tight, like he was afraid you’d leave if he didn’t.

the air in the room felt thick, everything was tense, both of you afraid to make the wrong move. tucking your head under his chin, you closed your eyes and placed a gentle kiss to his chest. when he didn’t push you away or retract, you continued your kisses up his neck. your hands found his face and you pulled him down to meet your lips. he didn’t hesitate in kissing you back, his lips pushing harder against yours. he wanted to devour you, he wanted to be selfish tonight and claim you as his. rolling you onto your back, he hovered over you, his gaze was so intense but you couldn't look away. he dove right back  in and kissed you with so much passion it made you dizzy. his hands left a trail of heat as he stripped you of your clothes. the way his hands danced over your skin, so precise and so gentle that you had to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. he’d never touched you this way before, it was always hard and rough. tonight he took his time, memorizing every dip and curve of your body. he kissed the insides of your thighs, kissed just above your pussy, ignoring the needy whine you let out. he slowly parted your glistening folds, fingers becoming soaked with your essence. 

“eyes on me, sweetheart.” he said as he eased two fingers into your needy hole. the moan you let out was sinful. slowly he pumped his fingers in and out of you, all while maintaining eye contact with you. he wanted to see every single reaction, hear every single whine and moan. tonight was about you, the outside world didn’t exist. tonight he could pretend everything was alright. adding another finger, he could feel your walls tighten around him, warning him of your impending orgasm. leaning his cheek against your thigh, his thumb started to rub tight circles onto your clit. “i can feel you tightenin’, cum for me. fucking cum on my fingers.” his voice was an octave lower and laced with arousal. he’d never wanted you so badly. his fingers spet up and thumb pressed harder to your clit. both hands found solace in his hair, tugging while you gushed all over his fingers. cumming with a silent scream. he worked you through your orgasm, fingers slowing as you came down from your high.

“fuck, i need you so bad. i need you so fucking bad.” he sounded feral at this point. standinig up, he rushed to undress, discarding his boxer briefs into the pile at the end of your bed. he crawls back over you and cradles your face in his hands, dipping down to place gentle kisses over your face. the action completely different from how he was acting only 10 seconds ago. grasping the base of his cock, he runs the flushed tip through your folds, groaning at how soaked you are. 

“please” you whisper as he rests his forehead on yours. you can tell he’s battling with himself but you refuse to acknowledge it, wanting to bask in his gentleness. slowly, so slowly he sinks into you. it’s so much different from any other time you’ve had sex. he’s savouring the feeling of you, of being inside and close to you. once he’s bottomed out, he stills for a second. he leans back a bit so he can see your face, watching how tender you look, so full of love. his heart aches at the sight. he slowly pulls out, only to snap right back in, setting a steady pace. 

“fuck, i love you. i fucking love you. fuck fuck fuck” he whispers as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, finally setting a more brutal pace. “i love you so fucking much” he sobs out, tightening his hold on you. tears slide down your cheeks, from both pleasure and the sheer happiness you feel from him saying those three words. he can feel you clamping down on his cock and knows you’re close.

“cmon baby girl, cum on my cock. fuck, i need to feel you cum around my cock.” the moan that leaves his lips is so loud, you’ve never heard him this vocal before. his right hand slides down your body until he reaches where you two are joined. rough fingers start to rub and pinch your clit, bringing you even closer. he continues to pound into you, playing with your clit until you’re a moaning, whining mess beneath him. your vision goes white and thighs clamp around his waist, he can feel you cumming and it spurs him on. he picks up the pace, chasing his own high while he stares down at you. he can’t believe he was lucky enough to get to feel love in his lifetime. to be able to feel it radiating off of you. closing his eyes he lets out a string of curse words and with a loud groan he pumps you full of his cum. slowly pulling out, he watches as it seeps out, memorized by the way it seems endless. 

you’re groggy and sleepy now, too blissed out to fully notice when he pulls out completely and rolls down next to you. you can feel him running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you. this is how you end up falling asleep, full of love. 

dabi gets up once he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. he doesn’t look at you while he redresses. he doesn’t look at you as he laces up his boots. he doesn’t look at you when he takes your phone and deletes his number from it. and he doesn’t look at you when he blocks your number from his phone. there’s no turning back and there’s no looking back as he leaves through your window and into the night. he loves you but he knows he can’t be what you need. he loves you so fucking much but he’s too fucked up, too damaged to be in your life.

this is the end, this is the end, this is the end of me

#dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #dabi #touya x reader #my hero acedamia #bnha #my hero x reader #my hero smut #angst angst angst #sad af tbh #lowkey cried at the end there #another song fic #obviously #@ my worst by blackbear

[thesherrinfordfacility]

Longwinded anon, having done more of the writing I need to be doing, back again in response to your post about the apology & the apology dance vs. forgiveness. Pratchett narratives in particular are not usually about forgiveness and redemption arcs; they're about choosing differently. At the airfield, Novel!Aziraphale doesn't ask Novel!Crowley to undergo some long penance and redemption, but just to acknowledge that they bear responsibility for having done their sides' work ("messing about," as Adam says) and now they need to stand up for the humans they've harmed. And that's it! In the series, Aziraphale's forgiveness comes in two brands: either it's cheap (he doesn't need Maggie's money, so what does it matter if she pays rent or not?) or, as you point out, it's a riposte to what he feels is an act of cruelty on Crowley's part. It's a performance of benevolence, not the thing itself! But he sincerely /apologizes/. He really does admit it when he understands that he has got something wrong, not necessarily by saying "sorry," but by naming and owning up to the mistake. We hear him do so three times in S1eps 5 and 6, and we find out in S2ep1 that he has admitted getting things wrong in 1650, 1793, and 1941 (and since Crowley cuts him off there, probably later as well).

The thing is, the silly apology dance is explicitly an act that Crowley expects Aziraphale to do. "I don't do the dance," he growls, when Aziraphale tells him it's his turn. And what's wrong here is that Crowley never apologizes for anything. He fauxpologizes when he tries to get Aziraphale to come with him after the bandstand argument (folks, "whatever I said I didn't mean it" is not an apology), and then he's doing it /again/ here (because he doesn't think Aziraphale is right! in fact, he's withholding crucial information that Aziraphale has a right to know!). Aziraphale uses forgiveness on Crowley as a means of displacing his own anger, while Crowley so far uses apologies on Aziraphale instrumentally, as a means of persuading him to do something Crowley's way. The implications of Crowley making Aziraphale perform a ridiculous and, quite frankly, somewhat humiliating dance whenever he admits he's in the wrong maybe need some more investigation?

LWA✨ alert!!! brings me such joy, i cannot tell you! congrats on achieving Jobs, far more than the GO brainrot has allowed me to do today

for anyone else - previous ask talking about I Forgive You.

thank you for highlighting aziraphale's concept of forgiveness in the example of forgiving the overdue rent, i had completely forgotten about that!!! i can see where it could be considered cheap, but i do think that whilst there is definitely an ulterior motive to it (by god does this angel love his shostakovich, and he's wealthy enough to boot), he does completely acknowledge that he did so out of purely selfish action (to crowley as they head back to the shop from the Naked Man Friend conversation).

the fact that it was a kind thing to do for maggie? yes, thats a byproduct, but i think aziraphale is so relatively kind by true nature that he doesn't even realise he's doing it, and the equal measure of kindness served alongside his self-interest is just a part of his personality... he doesn't seem to derive any self-important pride or conceit from being kind, it almost seems like it doesn't even register in the moment - so my conclusion from that is that his kindness isn't performative, it's largely sincere and natural.

so yes, this absolutely solidifies for me that aziraphale definitely knows and deliberately accentuates the difference between forgiveness, and I Forgive You. i thank you for your comment on my interpretation of I Forgive You (i truly crave validation) because as with anything analysis-wise, i wasn't entirely sure i had interpreted it well enough to have a valid conclusion on why aziraphale said this. imo, it is absolutely just benevolence; it's not kindness, not an offer of redemption, nor true forgiveness, but the only way that aziraphale can wound and hit back without sacrificing his perception of himself as an angel, or as a good person. it's easily deniable that he was hurting crowley, and only crowley knows what aziraphale was truly saying with those three words (in my eyes, putting it simply and bluntly, "fuck you, that hurt").

i talked a little in this post about how aziraphale seems to be able to learn from mistakes (granted, the post talks pretty exclusively about aziraphale learning from misplaced faith, but the principle remains). he essentially apologised to adam in crowley's time-hold (alternate plane? not sure) for assuming that adam would be inherently good or evil, rather than perhaps just human, and i think we can reliably interpret from this 'apology' (aziraphale doesn't say sorry, but instead acknowledges his short-sightedness which is just as valid, if not more) that aziraphale realises that he cannot go on seeing things in black and white; morality is not wholly binary.

whilst we haven't seen aziraphale do the apology dance, i think the delivery of his frustration and irritation when recounting how many times he did it for crowley really demonstrates how readily, without much question or hesitation, aziraphale must have performed it in the past when he felt he was in the wrong. by extension, it possibly calls into question how many times aziraphale may have done it when he wasn't in the wrong, but either did it to make crowley happy, or in order to keep the peace and ensure that they didn't fall out because of crowley's stubbornness to admit his faults.

obviously we don't know for sure that the 1793 and 1941 dances were in response to the events shown to us re; the Bastille or the Church scene/magician minisode respectively, but if they were, i can't quite see any instance where aziraphale would need to do the apology dance, and certainly don't see where crowley would be entirely blameless and merit receiving the dance himself. again, there may be other flashbacks from these years that we haven't seen, but i feel like the years were chosen specifically - and specifically to highlight that aziraphale may have done the dance but not actually been wholly at fault for anything.

which brings me to crowley. the concept of the apology dance and aziraphale (at least as far as known) being the only one to have done it indicates that the motif of crowley falling and him making various excuses for it carries all the way through to his inability to admit wrong. i realise thats fairly obvious, but stick with me because i think it goes hand in hand with crowley's ability to trust, and specifically trust aziraphale.

i think apologising for anything would indicate a vulnerability in crowley that he doesn't trust with anyone, and possibly doesn't even acknowledge himself. he breezes through his existence as if he is untouchable and unbothered, complete with matching swagger and barbed wire tongue, refusing to admit any kind of weakness. to be forgiven is to have apologised in the first place, and to have apologised is to admit wrong, and to admit wrong is to realise he may not be infallible. so his apologies, such as they are (which are mocking, perfunctory and sit precariously on the fence of being gaslighting), are shallow and skin-deep.

despite what others might like to believe about crowley, i firmly hold him as a master of manipulation, and getting the beholder to see whatever he wants them to see in order to satisfy his ulterior motive (however well-meaning that motive might be - ie. protecting aziraphale). the worst bit is that he is not even outright nasty and malicious about it by the point in the story that we see the dance; it's just simply ingrained in him that this is the best way to get aziraphale to do what he needs or wants... instead of, you know, communicating that aziraphale has been threatened and that is more important than crowley's hangup on gabriel... but of course that would be admitting that crowley may not be able to keep aziraphale from harm, and would actually allow aziraphale to have his own agency.

in terms of why crowley would force aziraphale into doing the dance is relatively unknown given that we haven't seen any context as to why aziraphale would 'need' to apologise in the first place (tone read: aziraphale probably doesn't at times). educated guess, however? i would hazard that there is an element of projection and resentment at work.

aziraphale, who is an angel with a bastard streak (that i think crowley does truly love, but also begrudges in equal measure), is able to be a bit of a bastard and largely get away with it without punishment, whereas crowley is a demon with 'a heart of gold' but is made to suffer for it pretty consistently. it would stand to reason that he'd force aziraphale to apologise needlessly, and in a humiliating manner, because ultimately it makes crowley feel good. there's also the element of superiority that crowley projects against aziraphale; to have him in subjugation and be vulnerable in admitting fault probably also feels to crowley like he still has status and worth.

the above makes it sound like i think crowley is a cruel piece of work, but i don't think that at all. he certainly has the ability and inclination to be cruel at times, but i don't think him an outright Bad person. but as ive remarked before, crowley has a very special ability to be brutal and vicious out of his own pain, and that's very, very understandable. unfortunately though, by nature of proximity, it seems that the main collateral damage always has to be, or at least linked to, aziraphale.

edit because further thought, especially in defence of crowley because balance: if we work with the emerging theory (putting 'theory' conservatively) that metatron is manipulating aziraphale, and also look at the fact that the archangels were manipulating aziraphale in s1 regarding the antichrist, we (see: me) actually need to let go of the notion that manipulation is an entirely hellish trait. it isn't - it's inherently neutral, but the motive for which you use it could taint it as good or evil.

crowley isn't, by large, manipulating out of maliciousness or twisted pleasure; we mostly see him do it in order to better protect aziraphale. that doesn't make the manipulation good per se, but it has good intentions (however much he may be tilting the scales by removing aziraphale's agency and keeping important information from him) and therefore is understandable.

it does however really highlight when he manipulates out of an almost - but not quite - sadistic pleasure or for no justifiable agenda at all. crowley is very much an end justifies the means kinda person, and doesn't care what he has to do, just that the job is done (a rhetoric that again is shared by both heaven and hell, and is more indicative of the import they both confer on having power than on efficiency).

but it would go some way to explaining why crowley does what he does re: manipulation; if the end result is what everyone wants and means everyone is safe, what does it matter if there is indeed collateral damage? that's pragmatism, and not the idealism of everything being perfect and happy and trauma-free every step of the way. and if we take into context crowley's experiences through the fall and what he has suffered by both the hands of heaven and hell, it's possible to empathise with why he will run full tilt towards a happy ending, no matter what destruction is left in his wake.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy #ask #the legend of the longwinded anon✨

[cicaklah]

my girl @ronniebox tagged me and so here we go!

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t  take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to  be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman - my mother gave me this book to read when I was maybe 11, it was her copy that she had bought when Pratchett came and gave a reading at our local library in like, 1992. I'd say no book has been more formative to me, but in writing this I don't think thats true.

The City and the City by China Mieville - I got into Mieville through my girl @crimeandcricket, and was horribly traumatised by the body horror in perdido street station, and was way too influenced by his often pretentious writing style, but the city and the city is a masterpiece I'll never recover fully from and changed me for the better.

The Children's Hospital by Chris Adrian - I'm fairly sure no one but me loves this book, but it is also a book that multiple people stopped me when I was reading in public just from the cover image. My favourite kind of book is a book that can only be written by one person, and Adrian is a theologian and paediatrician, and this book uses every single one of his hyperfixations and also made me cry more than anything else.

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster - Actually, this book probably did more to calcify my sense of humour than Pratchett did. The smartest, funniest, coolest children's book ever, and this has reminded me to get the tattoo of Tock on my wrist.

Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfield - I read this every christmas morning as a treat to myself. I also adore White Boots, the ice skating book, but Ballet Shoes is such a perfect gem of a story that is the favourite of my grandmother, my mother and myself.

Shabanu/Daughter of the Wind by Suzanne Fisher Staples - The first book that made me cry, inspired my fondness for camels and was probably my first feminist awakening? I've only read one of the sequels, but it was so brutal I still haven't emotionally recovered entirely.

The Amateur Cracksman by E. W Hornung - my mastermind specialist subject, a book that consumed me across time and space, Raffles my beloved, Bunny my beloved, I remember the moment I read the first story and my life changed literally forever. The Black Mask and A Thief In The Night are also obviously amazing and really all three should be considered one book, but something in my life changed for the better when I read the line 'AJ Raffles would be my friend!' in The Ides of March and I realised oh no, they're mine now.

Exhalation by Ted Chiang - very hard for me to choose a Ted Chiang story so thankfully I will pick his second collection, which has The Life Cycle of Software Objects and also the one about the parrots. It does not have Hell is the Absence of God or stories of your life, but tbh, software objects was the first of his stories I ever read, so it deserves to be here, even if it guts me like a fish every time.

Rivals by Jilly Cooper - if I could have anyone's writing career, it would be Jilly Cooper's. Everytime I read this insane soap opera of a book it holds me hostage until I finish it, and its like 700 pages long. The most wonderfully 80s OTT sex farce about horrible people trying to buy an ITV franchise. I genuinely can't believe that disney plus are making it into a series.

The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson - One of his least famous books and yet I think his best? I had read the Mars books several times before I picked this up, but this alternate history where 90% of Europe are killed by the black death, following how world history changes through the eyes of characters who reincarnate but always find each other, somehow??? it grabbed me by the throat and never let go.

tell me YOUR formative texts pls @crimeandcricket @deputychairman @myth-blossom @skylightpirate @stickthisbig @apricotbones @postalninja @cajunandfire @within-infant-rind

#meme me #book meme

[k-arb]

Dunked on: a collection of thoughts reguarding sans

I like how sans just cheats. Specifically at the end of the genocide route. When you get there, youre expecting a fight, be it from asgore, sans, or whoever. When it finally starts, youre braces for it to begin, you know the rules of the game, youre prepared with your highest healing items

And then sans goes first. You arent expecting it, it hasnt been like that the entire game, and youre not even familliar with the mvoes hes using. You know how the blue soul works, assuning you played pacifist beforehand, but noones ever been able to physically move your soul. And then theres the gaster blasters, more moves you know nothing about. Everything flies at you so quickly, you almost instantly die. And the whole time youre confused as to why youre taking heaps of damage with what looks like poison chipping away at your health.

Your invcibility frames are gone, mentally youre thinking "thats not fair". And it isnt. Sans doesnt let you go first because you dont deserve to be fought fairly. Youre a mass murderer with too much unchecked power, noone in their right mind is going to want to fight you fairly. So sans cheats

Immediately after the first attack, you may fight, but by checking you find out how sans cheeses the game. "The weakest enemy, can only do 1 ATK". 1 ATK sure, he can only deal 1 hp of damage, but with the absence of your i frames, now replaced by the KR meter, 1 hp adds up. And it adds up fast.

Now maybe after checking him, you decide to try out your new weapon. But you cant. Sans knows you'll kill him in one hit, so he does something no other monster has until this point. He dodges. He dodges your attacks, breaking the rules of how the game is supposes to work. Monsters dont dodge, theyve never been able to. Sans doesnt care. This isnt a fair fight, and he never intended for it to be one. Everything he does is to get you to give up and stop playing, because that means you cant hurt anyone else. And playing a game thats unfair sure as hell wont want to make you play anymore.

Sans's attacks are unlike any other in the game. He plays dirty. Sometimes theres a pattern to be followed, sometimes there isnt, and you have to think on your feet in order to not get killed. His attacks dont give you any breathing room to speak of, you have to jump through tight spaces, inch your way between bones, its always at 100 and wont ever not be.

Then the turning point happens. Something stressed in undertale is that your goal as the player is to see what happens. You kill almost everyone just to see what sans will say, or to see how things play out. Its always you wanting to see whats next. So when sans presents you with the option to spare him, some might give into that desire, and click the button. This is tied for sans's biggest act of cheating. He puts you in a box, shoves it full of bones, and gives you nowhere to run.

Youve been dunked on. Sans says so himself. In an attempt to get you to stop once more, he says that if you really are friends, you wont bother coming back. Hes a sore winner, and he tells you to never boot up the game again because youre just that bad.

Now once you come back, and decide not to spare him, his attacks get harder. The screen blacks out, youre unprepared for what happens next, and the gaster blasters ramp up in intensity. And to make matters worse, he gets more blatant with his cheating. He begins attacking you during your turn, in the text box, in your menus, not enough to kill, but just enough to chip your health down to 1. Reminding you that this isnt a fair fight. It never was, and it wont get any easier.

The fight keeps getting harder, you only learn how his very first attack works now instead of when you needed to, and the quick attacks get quicker. All the while, sans appears to be getting more and more tired. So he issues one last attack before his so-called special attack one thats a combination of almost all of his attacks so far, and if you manage to survive all of that, he just grabs you and throttles you around the room like youre nothing. It doesnt kill you, but it does rub salt in the wound.

Then, after youve made it to the end, sans tells you what his final move is going to be. Nothing. Aboslutely nothing. This is the biggest act of cheating sans displays. Its as if you were playing chess, and the opponent means to win by never moving. Sans is going to keep having his turn forever. It doesnt matter how long you stay there, hes not going to give up. It never becomes your turn. Sans has won by initiating a stalemate.

At least thats how it is before you decide to play along.

The only way to beat a cheater is to cheat back. You do something youve never been able to before. That being having your turn during sans's you push the text box to the side, and then down, and press the attack button. Sans, still keeping up his cheating streak, decides to dodge again. But at this point you dont care. Mid sentance, you issue your first and final blow. Sans falls, bleeds, and realizes hes lost. Then, he simply gets up, and walks off screen. If he cant beat you or cheat the system, the least he can do is take away the satisfaction of seeing you die.

So yeah, sans cheats. He cheats a whole bunch. And i like that. Its such a frustrating fight, and i feel it was at least partially designed to be. Story-wise it also makes sense because why would anyone plal fairly against you, a murderer?

Im not sure how to end this off, so i'll just reiterate that i really like how sans cheats against you, and i hope hes drinking ketchup in undertale heaven.

#sans undertale #undertale #sans cheats a lot lmao #essay #maybe???? #hope bettina levy sees lol

[codradin]

It's been a long day for a lot of reasons, and a long couple weeks for every more reasons. Guess I decided to vent it all into my take on a creepy pasta.

TW: FIRE, DEATH IMAGERY

I've always loved pokemon. Course I have, it's a massive franchise. Probably will be one of the biggest in the world some day, even with only a few games out.

Smoldering Silver

I don't really remember a lot--it's never really been a bother, though. I just go to school, forget it, and come home to play pokemon. Nothing else really matters. It's almost nice--every playthrough is fresh.

I know I've played red and blue to heck and back--but I do own silver, too.

I've been meaning to play it. Maybe I have. Doesnt really matter.

I decide to pop it in the old Gameboy one school day, sitting in my dirty room on my bed. It's very warm out today, even inside, but what're you gonna do.

I turn it on, excited, faintly surprised to see no save file. Maybe I keep forgetting to play it. Whoops.

Oh well! New adventure starts now.

Professor Oak talks to me, tells me my name is Red, which is a little odd--isn't that the red and blue protagonist? Maybe they brought him back for a new adventure. That's fun. I liked Red.

I never liked Blue, though. He was always mean to red. I didn't get it. It made me scared.

Oak goes to release me on my journey, before the game seems to freeze, audio pausing.

Eh? Did the game freeze already? I know red and blue were kinda funky sometimes, but--

The Gameboy let's out a horrific scream, a human scream, and I jump as Oaks face seems to melt--

I panic turn off the Gameboy, heart racing. What the heck?-

I stare at the dead screen, confused and scared, but so unbearably curious at the same time. That's not normal, I know that.

I slowly turn the Gameboy back on.

No intro plays--the game boots up, and reds sprite is standing in a new town, a town I don't recognize, but that's not super surprising.

I amble up to the biggest house in town, a nice tune playing. There's a different sprite staring into the side of the building. Oh, like the guy outside my window! Okay.

I walk into the big building, and get to choose a pokemon! Exciting!

The choices are new and different, especially considering I've apparently never played this, so this'll be cool.

I've never liked fire types, though.

I go with Chikorita. Silly little guy.

I accidentally forget to name them, but when I go to examine my new friend, they already have a name.

Chrysanthemums? That's a big word I don't know. It's silly. I'll call her Chrys.

I walk outside the lab after being told something or other, I dunno, it doesn't really matter.

The man in the window is still there, and I look at his sprite a little more closely.

It's all monochrome, so colors are a little weird, but they seemed "tall", with a yellow hat and beige clothes, something covering their face, and in the low quality pixels, it's hard to tell what they're holding in their hands, but it's long and straight.

Huh. Thats a funny character design.

I take Chrys and go out onto the first route! I destroy some silly rats and birds, considering I have no pokeballs, but that's okay.

The first town I enter seems normal. I heal up, I talk to an old man, but his dialogue is kinda weird.

"I don't think they meant it to go this far."

What?

Man, my game is corrupted as heck, isn't it? I wonder what happened.

Oh, well, the battling seems to be working, so I quickly get distracted again. Away I go.

Up to the house I guess I was supposed to go to, woah, egg?? I have egg. Egg is exciting, and I guess the guy who gave me Chrys wants it. Cool!

I walk back to the second town-- no one is around. It's weird--I thought npcs had just been around? Eh. Memory probably is wrong again. Silly me.

I walk back to the first town. I haven't encountered any trainers yet. I wonder why.

I go to cross the line into the first town--

The game crashes.

Aw, cmon! I haven't saved. I debate just giving up right then and going back to my actually working games, but something urges me on.

I sigh and restart the game. Again. Man, this game is worse than the silly missingnos.

I load back in--oh, it...saved on its own? But wait, where am I?

I'm in a completely new town. What?

I check my pokemon--Chrys has, apparently, evolved, into a long necked flower dinosaur. It's almost giving me a sad look.

It's level 39.

What kinda memory black outs am I having? I was just...okay. this is weird.

The town is large, with a railway track running through the middle of it.

I must've gotten badges to get this far, right? I check my trainer card.

I have 3 badges, now. But my trainer doesn't look like Red...they're familiar, in a way. Long ish hair, a dirt smudged face, a strange look on their smiling face, hatless, almost vacant yet carefree.

Their name is Nina.

Huh. More corrupted cartridge nonsense, I guess.

All the npcs in town are wearing all black. It seems to be raining. None of them talk to me--I can't interact with them at all.

Okay. Uhm.

I walk north for a while, before walking through a transition tunnel.

It's a lovely park, and I think the music should be peaceful and soothing, but it's distorted into sadness, somber and...disturbing.

My skin prickles with uncomfortable goosebumps, and I continue forward.

There's a large gathering of npcs, all wearing the same black in the now pouring rain, the pixels blocking the screen solidly.

I walk up to them, but they don't move. They don't talk. They don't do...anything.

This is stupid. I just wanna play some pokemon. Why is it all creepy and sad?

I accidentally press forward--and can step through the npcs.

Oh, what? I'm the invisible man!

I walk forward to the two pixels their surrounding--a brown pixel and a grey one.

I can't move over the brown one, but I can interact with the grey pixel.

NINA GREY HAWKINS

DEC 7 1992

NOV 22 1999

I stare at the Gameboy picture of a gravestone.

A face stares back at me.

My face.

My tomb.

The heat gets worse and worse and I look up as the room fills with smoke and ash, I can hear screaming, at the window is a man with a strange protective helmet, a gas mask and heavy clothes, an axe shattering my window.

I scream, and he shouts something at me as the entire house rumbles.

I run to him--

--

I've always loved Pokemon.

#pokemon creepypasta #creepypasta #pokepasta #original writing #Fish man writes #Tw: death #tw: fire

[abeinginsand]

Lark for the character asks if he hasn’t already been done : D

Hi serikyl and thanks for the ask!! :) I did do a little Lark bingo bundled in the Sparrow and Normal post but I have some more hcs so I'll share those (Thank you for the excuse to ramble more!) Lark Bingo Part 2:

Lark is a very strong and resilient person and that can be wonderful! But, those traits can be dangerous too. Because a very strong person may be prone to putting themselves in danger with reckless abandon. They can take the pain. Done it before and will do it again etc. Except, at some point there will be a force the person cannot brute strength past. Then what? What happens to the people that person was trying to protect? I feel like this is some of the logic that gets Lark into that survival/prepping mind set that you were mentioning to me in your hcs! Prepping constantly for different scenarios and struggling with an urge to shelter his family from the horrors. Being adamant about at least some basic self defense and weapon training too. While thats an older Lark, I could see how a younger him might have tried to do some of the same things? Maybe in smaller ways, stashing small hand-made weapons all around the house for everyone to grab if there's an intruder. And maybe nothing ever happens (or only happened once or twice...) but he sleeps a tiny bit better knowing that he put them there. He also always checks on everyone before sleeping too. I think he doesn't like the dark either but unsure if he has a night light necessarily. (Both being stuck under the rubble and inside that tree come to mind...). Probably something that Sparrow gets or makes for him one day. Seems likely that most of his dreams would be memory focused? As a reminder of his past regrets or the carefree life he misses. One day it may be him and Sparrow sitting on tree branches about to jump down and surprise their father. The next its trying to help a heavily wounded Walter in a panic. Sometimes I wonder if the kiddads kept up with Walter? I know Grant mentioned him to the teens but there wasn't a follow-up to that hm. More of a bit of a cute addition to the sad tone but for non-canon square, I think Lark would bond well with Autumn--and I hc as them being close. She teaches him how to knit and sew. Perhaps, one of the projects they work on is a little knitted version of Walter. I think it'd be something that the boys all borrow from time to time. Maybe adding stuff to it too (one of Nicky's pins or minecraft stickers from Grant...etc). Other squares, I think the different designs for Lark are cool looking! While I do draw him with small ear piercings and some dog tags, I think him not wearing any accessories makes a lot of sense too. Hadn't really thought much about that before until you mentioned how he might keep his hair short to prevent enemies grabbing it. In the same logic, less likely to wear necklaces unless its the type that can easily pull apart. The few accessories he does wear when not in a fight are from family and friends though. Woven friendship bracelet thats snug to his wrist, probably wears it on the same side the sparrow tattoo since its from him. Dog tags might have everyone's names carved into it...small pins that can hook onto his boots or belt. Overall, I think Lark is a fun character to think about, has an intenseness about him and that can be a shield but, if he allows a person close enough, he's got a softer side too. He seems to think a lot about how to reverse stuff so everyone else that he cares for can live comfortably. I hope at some point, he allows himself to be included in the everyone.

#abeinginsand talk tag #lark oak garcia #lark oak #dndads #dndads s2 #ask meme #dndads headcanon #a bit sleepy so hopefully it all still makes sense haha

[tf2fansderogatory]

any engie or demo hcs no topic whatever u want😍😍

engy:

from bungus:

quietly nurses a hyperfixation on cowboy boots, and to some degree leatherwork in general. ain't the best at it, but he's perfectly content to read books about it and infodump whenever convenient. it's just one of the side effects of where he grew up. he has a few pairs of standard cowboy boots he wears to battle and another few pairs he saves for marginally more formal occasions, that're shinier and more ornate. they also make spy roll his eyes every single time, without fail; that's a nice bonus.

cowboy hats are cool and all, they help keep off the shade more than much else does, but he sorta wishes his team would stop buying them for him every time they get him a present. he already owns so many, and all he really needed in the first place were the three or four he bought himself. he's from Texas, he gets it. it can't be that hard to just go buy a box of cookies or a candle or something instead, can it?

(it is that hard, apparently.)

(from lems)

engie is probably the only person on the team asodes from heavy and maybe spy who can be trusted in the kitchen without supervision. hes in charge of making lunch and dinner depending on the day of the week and not even the best food in the world would be able to beat his lamb chops and mashed potatoes. not to mention his bbq food too thats why hes always in charge of the grill

definetly knows how to herd farm animals. not because he lived in texas but because i imagine that most of his life was spent on a ranch where they had tons of space to test inventions. hes got a few sheepdog at home (one of them is a golden retriever named soda and this totally isnt a hlvrai refrence) as well as sheep and a cow.

(from Ikea)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: prescription goggles. when he’s working on machines- both when his dad was teaching him and when he makes them on his own- he spends most of the time with his face and eyes really close to whatever part he’s messing with, which made him nearsighted. he *could* own a pair of glasses and goggles and swap them out, but it’s easier to just do both in one. plus, they both let him see far away and keep his eyes protected on the field

he also has ✨back pains✨ from being hunched over so much and from being old. he, Medic, and sometimes Demo regularly go to the Teufort massage spa together

he’s said many times that “a steak place that offers A1 sauce doesn’t serve good steaks, because they rely on the sauce to make it taste good.” this is both his literal philosophy for food and a metaphor for his philosophy in life

demo:

from bungus:

actually knows a good bit about wine. doesn't care about the prissy keeping-up-of-appearances, that said; alcohol exists to be drunk. savored maybe, if you really want, but don't get all uppity about it. god forbid if you do that thing where you swirl it around in your mouth and then spit it back out. you damn monster.

cries a lot. everybody else swears he finds it fun or something. he cries at the sunrise and cries at the sunset and cries when he sees small animals and cries when he gets a hug and, mostly, cries for no reason in particular. Demo himself will equate it to all of his love for everyone and everything gushing out of him, mostly through his eyeballs. everyone else thinks it's fucking annoying and a little sweet, in that order.

is a master at various kinds of Scottish folk dances, but only when he's drunk.

this goes for a lot of things, actually.

(from lems)

ive probably said this a lot (maybe not) but he knows how to make his own alcohol. when you live in the desert and have only scrumpy, youll eventually get tired of drinking the same stuff. he makes top quality drinks and sometimes gets requests from spy for various kinds of wine

(he did bother sniper for his family moonshine recipe. getting it in your bloodstream is different than actually drinking it!)

could be a chemistry teacher if he really wanted to but i think hed rather lose both eyes before that happens. kids are nice and all but the wage is kinda shit and he doesnt want to be sued when a kid loses an arm while getting too close to something he told them to stay away from.

loves small animals would definetly keep a pet cat. sadly the cat would probably die in teufort and i dont think demos mom wants cat fur all over the mansion.

(from Ikea)

like I said before, he sometimes goes to the Teufort massage spa with Engie and Medic because ✨back pain✨ from hunching over a desk while making bombs

he loves giving hugs, especially as a celebratory thing. his hugs are somewhere between Heavy’s and Solly’s- an encompassing bear hug that’s almost bone-crushing but in an incredibly affectionate way

is insanely good at trumpet and trombone. I’m talking clean, clear high notes, perfect slides and scoops, impeccable growls, rich sound, more than capable of giving a piece some groove- an actual legend. he and Sniper LOOOVE playing jazz pieces together

#engineer #demoman #answered by bungus #posted by lems #posted by ikea #sorry other mods you missed your chance to add to this. get smoked