#dont touch me i love drawing too fluffy shit

[snaillamp]

1, 4 and 19! In love with your writing btw<3

Ahhh thank you!!! <3 back at ya!

1: What are your favorite whump tropes?

A list of ones I don't like would be way shorter ahaha. I'm a sucker for sickfics, fainting and hidden injury. When a big, tough stoic character is so cool, calm and collected and then bam they start sweating, fainting and being all delirious... solid stuff. Also absolutely love whumpees being knocked out if you couldnt tell from my writing. If they're unconscious I'm there.

Love a good little stabby stab too, but a fun little trope I've tried to include a couple times if the knife to the throat and drawing a teensy little bit of blood. That visual in my head is always so great and the whumperflies are insane.

I also love soft fluffy stuff, team members looking after their Leader is a solid fav and the tough character cracking and becoming the fluffiest caretaker for whumpee is where it's at!

My writing contains my favorite whump tropes, I don't really write anything I don't like cause why would I? That being said if it was requested I would try my best, some of the prompts for JOD I didn't like turned out to be my favorite stories to write (Day 27 as an example might be my favorite story I wrote from the entire month, we might need to visit Enjar again?)

I also write different tropes depending what I'm studying at the moment! I recently started ~trauma studies~ so I hope it improves my physical whump a little more. (I'm a 2nd year uni student. Transferred from nursing to paramedicine at the end of last year and I have to do first year again yayyyy...) I was doing a lot of CPR as well as assessments for illnesses last semester (cardio-respiratory, abdominal and neurological) and last year did medications, life support and wound dressings. I have to try really hard not to do the step by step of aseptic non-touch technique or describe in detail how Rescuer inserts and OPA when I write lmao.

I usually resort to "And caretaker applied the dressing and went away" instead of "Caretaker lined up the dressing and using the fold method, applying the dressing cleanly to the sterilised skin" cause thats way too specific.

Anyway, the point of that ramble is that I use it to practice for my assessments, it helps me wrap my head around concepts I'm struggling with and it's good inspiration and fun to use my free time in an effective way. Whumpee fell over and broke their leg? Snail is on the scene! Whumpee had a seizure? Snail is doing AEIOUTIPS to figure out why! I love medicine as a science, that shits cool as fuck!

I don't tend to post those ones as they are kinda long, boring and kinda personal as the Caretaker is me. It feels like writing what is effectively fanfic about myself and doesn't make me feel right, I'm not a super boastful person really. I have posted a couple Cranky Whumpee is an example of when I did a mental check of how much I remembered about wound care and what I needed to study up on (the massage was just cause I wanted a massage). It keeps me interested in my more boring skills, prevents skill erosion and is good practice for writing and medical care, my two favorite things!

**I would like to clarify however, that I have a love for whump and a love for medicine but they are too seperate things. I don't get whumperflies for my patients and dont like to imagine scenarios in whump similar to what I have done irl. I got into whump as a thing after I began studying. I did not decide to study these things because of whump. I've always had an interest in medicine and almost everyone in my family are in the medical field in some capacity.** - thank you potential employersssssssssss :)

✨we love ethics here✨

damn thats a long answer sorry for the essay :) im coverin my ass lmao

4: Do you prefer physical whump or emotional/psychological whump?

It really depends on the whumpee and what's happening. Physical whump is more fun to write, but psychological whump is a close second. Love delirium and all that jazz. Emotional isn't as much of a favorite cause I just can't get into it as much as the others, idky. I guess it just feels mean which is weird cause I happily write about people smashing Leader's ribs or whatever. Do love an emotional moment tho, fluffy emotional caretaking is the best.

maybe its cause I was a touch starved child but hugging, cuddling, being close just is nice to write about and I love giving my whumpees something nice as a treat.

19: Who are your favorite whump bloggers? Tag them!

I love this whole community but a few favs are

@allthewhumpygoodness - it says it in the name folks

@whump-or-whatever - the prompts here are so good

@hufflepuffwritingstuff2 - I love the sense of humor in their writing

and last but certainly not least: @fallenwhumpee - Surprise!

I love your work it's awesome! I think we both like similar things which is so cool. You may have noticed me scrolling your blog a few times before sorry for the spam of notifs <3

I could list more but also I would be here all day. To anyone new in the community I recommend finding a tag you like and just going at it, find stories and prompts from people and just follow them all! the whole community is lovely and talented!

other answers

#whump ask meme #snaillamp asks #snaillamp #ask meme

[aethxr-ash]

Hi Ash! First of all, how are you? i hope youre doing well! Ive only seen your blog recently and i love your works! And i saw you’re doing matchups and ive never done one of these so i wanted to give it a try. May i request a matchup for genshin impact , bsd, and sk8 if thats alright

- genderfluid (but currently she/they)

- panromantic asexual

- gemini, intp, 5w6

For appearance, I look pretty androgynous and can pass as any gender (thankfully)with some makeup help. my aesthetic changes based on my current preferred gender; grunge (masc) 90s (they) or elegant/cottage core(femme) altho i mix and match when im in the mood. The closest character i look like is gin akutagawa, same eyes, same hair but wavy, and same physique but shorter and i have slightly tan skin. In fact, i cosplayed as her once and it was pretty cool!

For personality, As much as i would like to think otherwise, my friends described me having the same personality and temperament as a grumpy cat and even refer to me as one(lovingly). Silent, comes and goes like a ghost, Constantly judging, looks like is about to stab someone, hates being around people, sassy and sarcastic. Im the ‘leader’ of the group by virtue of being the oldest and looks like i got my shit together but i am as clueless if not more, im only good at pretending I understand and just going with it. when im in my element though i do talk alot more and i can go on and on about things im currently invested in. i would want to have more friends and talk to more people but i always chicken out and stare at people accidentally because i get stuck trying to gather the nerves to talk to them(which paired with my resting bitch face looks like a death glare).

As my friend said, im basically raiden shogun/ei(both the puppet and ei herself) but with scaramouche’s height and sass. I have been kin assigned and i didnt even know what that was at the time

I like aesthetics, fashion, food, art and music. I really like cute and fluffy things especially plushies!(My bed is mostly plushies now) My hobbies are drawing and painting or any kind of art and crafts. Though my free time is currently preoccupied with either reading or playing video games. Really i do anything that keeps me indoors and with least social interaction. If i dont have to leave my room, i wont.

As a person who reads a lot of fics, my favorite dynamics are enemies to lovers and idiot x “oh no thats my idiot”. My love language are quality time, acts of service and physical touch. Memories are my most cherished treasures, although i keep them all to myself and the closest to me only.

I hope i did it correctly. I look forward to reading more from you! Have a nice day and dont forget to hydrate and rest!

- 👻 (you can call me ghost :))

Ps: typing in mobile is hard lol

⊱┊personality matchup for ghost (anon) !

hi ^^ ! thank you for the compliments, it made me smile :) i hope you're doing well too ! enjoy ^^

⊱┊ genshin impact

jean !

✧ knows how to keep you in check if need be

✧ gently but firmly

✧ you'll have to stop her from working herself to death though

✧ she'll listen to you talk whenever you need

✧ she's insanely good at multitasking, so she usually listens while doing paperwork (someone get her an actual assistant please, she's going to work herself into a grave)

✧ she has quite a few of your artworks in her office and she adores them

✧ acts of service as a love language !

⊱┊ bungou stray dogs

margaret mitchell !

✧ she definitely calls her partner things like "honey" and "darling"

✧ you both are incredibly sassy and sarcastic but have a kindness in you

✧ she'll kill for you - after all, you're part of her family now, your honor must be protected

✧ she'll be the social face for you two

✧ loves making memories with you, no matter how small they may seem

⊱┊ sk8: the infinity

reki kyan !

✧ lots of physical touch + quality time with reki

✧ he's not as sarcastic or sassy as you are but he thinks it's badass

✧ he'll teach you to skate (if you want)

✧ or encourage you to skate with him

✧ he really likes it when you come to the skate park to watch him skate, although he won't force you to at all

✧ idiot x oh no thats my idiot vibe

✧ he does stupid stuff sometimes but it's adorable <3

#aethxr's matchups #anons welcome #requests open #matchups #matchups open #genshin impact #bungou stray dogs #sk8 the infinity #genshin matchups #genshin impact matchups #bungou stray dogs matchup #bungou stray dogs matchups #sk8 #sk8 matchups #sk8 the infinity matchups #jean genshin impact #jean #jean genshin #margaret bsd #margaret mitchell #reki kyan

[lunian]

“Um, can you look at the camera, Luka?”

I remember some people asked me for Lukanette wedding and i couldnt resist ;w; I got carried away with it... oops? Now I need to go to cry a bit.

#miraculous ladybug #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #marinette cheng #future au #ml au #myart #i just love various dresses #maybe i need to try to redraw adrinette piece #hm #dont touch me i love drawing too fluffy shit

[celeste-clearwater-06]

hello. it is i. so! i was wondering if you could do a little ditty abt nail polish with the company and/or the fellowship? basically like modern girl in middle earth type stuff, and she realizes that she has nail polish on her which is something they totally don't have in middle earth. basically headcanons abt like how they would react to painted nails and which one of these mfs would let me paint their nails. cuz like - they dont know its just a "fem" thing here so no toxic masculinity. ty <3

OMFG I'M SO HYPED FOR THIS! I just picked a few random Tolkien characters that seem to have a lot of attention, so I hope you like this!!

Nail Polish (LOTR/THE HOBBIT X READER)

Frodo~

I feel like Frodo would be very skeptical at first

Because, come on, a girl falling into Middle Earth out of nowhere??

However, his interest is certainly peaked, seeing you twist the brush away from it's blue colored bottle as you smile down at it

"What's that, you've got there?"

"Oh, just some nail polish!"

He watches with curiosity as you perfectly decorate your nails with the periwinkle color

"How interesting..."

He may not want to have his nails painted at first, but has this deep fascination with how perfectly you can paint them without screwing up

Soon, he forgets all about the ring as you paint your nails, sitting cross-legged and starting with those huge blue eyes with interest

If he allows you to paint his nails, he would smile the whole time

I mean HIS TINY HANDS?!?!

What a bean 🥺

Tries his best not to chip the color when he leaves for Mordor with Sam

Gollum is actually really interested with his nails

"whAT IS IT prECI0us?!?1!1?"

But Frodo will swat his hands away, because "it's a gift from someone important."

The one thing that keeps him smiling along the way 😊

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Legolas

Elf prince is so interested!!

He thinks the spring green color looks so pretty in the bottle

He's obviously not used to most thing from your world

Asks politely;

"How do you use this?"

"...can I show you?"

So whenever the Fellowship stops for the night, he watches with amusement as your brows furrow and you stick your tongue out in concentration

Legolas sits very still, so it's easy for you to paint his nails

How does he keep them so clean?!

He's low-key obsessed with how satisfying it is...

wAIT...

Now HE wants to paint YOUR nails?

THE PRECISION...

He's so good at it!

Legolas is so patient and calm

He says it reminded him of making flower crowns I guess?

And he doesn't even mess up once 😳

THE MASTER NEEDS TEACHING, DAYUM-

He gets so happy with how the color matches him!

Forgets that you have to let it dry at first, so it gets a bit smudged when he draws his bow

Upset Legolas :(

But you fix it for him, and he's happy again!

CAN

NOT

STOP

LOOKING

He's amazed!!

And so proud!

Pretty Elf 🥰✨

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Pippin

Pippin is very confused, to say the least

He though it would be something relatively close to a nail filer

But once he sees the pastel yellow color, on your own fingers, he has to have some!!

WILL

NOT

SIT

STILL

While you're trying to paint his hands and feet (by request), he's telling you great tales of the shire, a throwing his limbs around to exaggerate his story

You've to clonked him on the head and scolded him quite a few times

For some reason, he's saying it tickles??

"It does! The brush is like feather!"

Painting his toes it a lot easier, seeing he can't really feel much on his feet

The color goes perfect with his green eyes 🥴

Also, let's not forget that Pip is the definition of "disaster-on-legs"

After the polish dries, it immediately chips, since he's busy causing trouble with merry or practicing his hand with Boromir

He really wants to paint your nails, and you let him do so...

Poor hobbit has zero clue with how this shit works 🤦‍♀️

He feels so bad about getting it all over your fingers, but you assure him it'll be fine and that it will eventually wash off in a few days

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Boromir

HE WANTS TO USE IT RIGHT AWAY-

Pink, as cliche as it sounds, suits him so well

He's just amazed!

Also, really likes the smell 🤔🤔

Is grinning like an idiot while you're painting his nails

"Such talent and patience you have!"

"Pfft, it's really nothing. Takes a bit of practice is all."

Afterward, is flashing his bright pink nails at everyone

"Look at Y/N's spectacular skill of hand!"

I think Boromir would have a habit of picking at the polish after it dries

But that's okay, he doesn't mind too much

It gives him more time to spend with you while you repaint them!!

He's afraid he'll screw up your nails if he tries to paint them, so he never offers

That's alright though, since you know he only means well 😊

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Thorin

Oh he's so regal

You were in Rivendell, digging through your purse, and suddenly

Tada!!

A deep navy blue bottle, probably about half empty was revealed

He was curious, but tried not to let it show, since that would damage his royal ego 🙄

"What is that?"

"Oh, just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Thorin would insist that you show him how it works first

And so, you did

He definitely admires the color

But defied any suggestion of you painting his own nails

That would be "un-kingly" 😤

Okay so maybe he lets you paint his pinky finger when nobody is around

But he smiles (a rare sight) while watching you paint your nails

And does give a somewhat compliment at your articulate handwork

"It looks exceptional as artwork."

"Erm... Thanks?"

He definitely thinks the color matches you beautiful skin tone 😌

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Kili ~

Prince Dumbass LOVES red

It reminds him of Tauriel 🥰

One night, you left your bag opened on the ground as you went off to get some food from Bombur, and Kili couldn't help but notice the glittering ruby bottle inside

He grabbed it, being the nosy prince he was, and examined its glow in the firelight

"What kind of jewel is this?"

"Oh hey, my nail polish!!"

Very confused

"Why does it smell so strange?"

Thankfully, being a dwarf, his fingernails are a bit bigger, so there's more room and it's easier to paint

He, like Pippin, has issues with sitting still and gets you really annoyed

"I swear to all things fluffy, if you don't sit still I will cut off all of that hair in your sleep-"

"😳"

He immediately smudges them, and then you have to paint them AGAIN

Once they FINALLY dry, he won't let anyone touch them

"Stop it, Fili! You'll damage them!"

He can't stop touching them, since it's so smooth!

The others tease him, but he doesn't mind, as long as they stay nice and clean

Turns into a whiny toddler the MINUTE they chip

"Y/nnn! I need you to repaint them!"

"I just painted them yESTERDAY-"

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Fili

A mix of Thorin and Kili when it comes down to it

Definitely prefers gold 😌✨

Sees you painting your nails one night in the library in Erebor

"What have you got there sagh (friend)?"

"Just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Once again, he wants to see what it does like Thorin

And you of course happily oblige

Admires the color greatly

He says it reminds him of the gold floors in his kingdom, and it makes you chuckle

Fili loves to have his nails painted, and especially with such a regal hue 💅😌

DAMN does it bring out those baby blues 🥴

After that, you stare at his hands a lot, proceeded by his flirtatious teasing

Shows up Kili's sparkly red polish with his "more extravagant" color

He is also very protective of his nails and tries his very best to keep them from chipping

You love watching him hold his weapons and spar with his pretty nails 😳

Even with his larger hands, made for forging and wielding huge swords and axes and smelting, he had an incredibly steady and gentle hand when it comes to this subject, so he's AMAZING at painting his and your nails

Fili insists that you have matching nails all the time, and it's a regular thing for you to hang out and talk about your day while you paint each others nails 🥺

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Thranduil

Have you MET this man?!

KING OF DIVAS 💅💅

At first, he's very weirded out

"What do you have in your hand, mellon (friend)?"

"Oh, just some nail polish."

"Interesting..."

Thranduil watches intently over your shoulder as you carefully decorate your nails with a glossy black polish, sitting directly next to his throne

"Do you want me to paint your nails?"

"Hm?"

He reluctantly agrees, placing his BEAUTIFUL hand in yours and stares down at your gentle talented work

He loves the color more than he cares to admit, and much like his son sits very still as you lead the brush over his clean nails

The elf king loves seeing your tongue stick out in concentration

You remind him that it'll need time to dry out

And as he says in his notoriously sassy voice;

"I thousand years is a mere blink in the life of an elf... I'm patient... I can wait."

Ofc, you just scoff at this and tell him it'll only take about five to ten minutes

He just nods and stares back down at them with admiration

Thranduil doesn't do much around his kingdom, except maybe get a bit drunk and direct orders to his guards, so it's no worry about him chipping or ruining his nails

I hope you liked this, just as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Have a lovely day, and don't forget that requests are open as always!! ❤❤😊

#lotr #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x reader #bilbo baggins #frodo+x+reader #xreader #pippin took x reader #bilbo baggins x reader #the hobbit #peter jackson #headcanon #nail polish #kili durin #fili durin #legolas #legolas x reader #boromir #boromir x reader #thranduil #thranduil x reader

[technowoah]

Hello can I request number 50 from the fluff list a dream x reader plz

IT'S YOU [12:56 am]

I HOPE THIS IS CUTE!

I POSTED TOO EARLY IM SORRY BUT IT'S FINISHED NOW

Dream x gen neutral(?)reader blurb

50) I'll love you until you love yourself.

⚠︎ insecurities, slight angst, not proofread, fluffiness, swearing, i didn't proofread 🙄

You and Clay have been together for a year now. Its been a beautiful year together and even better when you two found out that you both lived closer than you two thought. You both loved every second you two were together. It felt like you two were still in the honeymoon phase, but you both had struggles to work through. It was normal.

Today you were at Clay's house, lying in his bed until he was done streaming. You were engrossed in your phone that Clay's yelling became distant to you. You weren't too obsessed with how you looked, you were pretty confident, but everyone has those days where they get insecure.

Comparing yourselves to other streamers wasnt a passtime for you, but it was now. Just looking at how their fans compliment their face shapes and how their eyes look in the lighting. I mean they were beautiful and deserved the praise, but you were nothing like them. You weren't as confident as them, and your mind was currently telling them that they looked better than you too.

Somehere in the depths of your mind you knew that those intrusive thoughts were false, but they kept flooding your mind. You fell deeper into the rabbit hole and ended up looking up celebrities, and more streamers you knew on Instagram. Your eyes were still glued to the screen comparing your body to theirs, you were so into it that you didnt feel the bed sink next to you.

"Hey! Listen to me!" Clay whined as he spooned you from behind, hugging you tightly. He tried to bring your attention to him, so you put your phone down for the time being.

"I require attention. I streamed for 2 hours and I need human interaction." He kissed your cheek as you tried to turn around in his grasp.

You finally tuned around with his arms still around you. Both of your faces were close just enjoying eachothers company in the silence. It was a while for Clay to show you his face, and you felt special since he only showed his face to select friends. You always felt special with him because many would kill to be where you are but he chose you, you chose him.

"What's up?" Clay smiled.

"Nothing~" You sighed trying to push down the past thoughts of insecurities you had.

"Were you watching the stream? You probably could hear me in the other room." Clay laughed as he adjusted how he layed with you.

"I wasn't actually, but I could hear you. I'm surprised you didnt install some soundproof walls or those foam things."

"I'll consider." Dream hummed. You both layed sideways facing eachother as he rubbed his hand up and down your waist.

His hands began to feel uncomfortable on you, like they weren't meant to be there. You began to fall back into your mind if he actually loved how you looked and acted. He can find so many other people with better personalities. You shifted away from his touch, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

You knew it was wrong to think this way, you knew it was unhealthy, it wasn't fair to Clay either. It had to be stopped soon, but you couldn't find the strength to stop it.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Clay asked.

"Only a penny?"

"10,000 for your thoughts?"

"10,000 pennies or dollars?"

"Whichever gets you to talk to me." Clay had this look in his eyes, that you hated. That look made you spill everything on your mind, it made you crumble infront of him, and it was okay.

"Why aren't you letting me touch you?" Clay asked you carefully. "Im not trying to start anything bad, but I just want to know."

You took a big sigh before letting everything out. "Clay, I feel like shit. It's bad right now, have you ever compared yourself to another person? Their personality, their look, just you want to be them, be better. Sometimes I feel inadequate to my friends, I feel like I can look better than I am right now."

You paused for a moment to gather your thoughts. "I feel like you can do better-"

"Okay I draw the line at that. Im sorry I'm listening to you, but that's uttet bullshit." Clay spat out.

Your eyes widened when Clay sat up in the bed. "You are amazing! Dont let anyone else or you say otherwise! I love you because you are you, I dont want anyone else. I need you to believe that, I know you do! You believe that, but at these moments know that you are worth all the love you get. From me and from your fans." Clay pulled you up to sit upright with him.

"I'll love you until you learn to love yourself." Clay kissed you on the nose and brought you into his arms for a long hug, sitting on his lap with your legs on either side of him.

"Thank you love, I just needed to get that off my chest. It's just intrusive thoughts s'all." You said while holding him close.

"I know, but I hate that you think that way sometimes. I wish I could erase all of that." Clay mumbled into your shoulder.

"I know too, but you can't we can only just remind eachother and try to get rid of intrusive thoughts. They'll always be there, but it's how we deal with them."

"Hmm wise words." Clay chuckled.

"I love you, you know that." You said while kissing his cheek.

"I know. I live for you, you know that." Clay said in response to you.

You moved yourself off of his lap and back onto the bed beneath you two. "Now you're trying to one up me?"

Clay laughed. "I always one up you. Like in Minecraft, that's why you'll never be a hunter."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. He continued to tease you about why you'll never be in a manhunt video, but you knew he meant no harm. It feels good to feel loved even when you dont love yourself. Even if its for a minute or an hour, sometimes you need that. It didnt make you feel guilty when you need the reassurance, but times like this dont make you feel guilty.

Its always you and him against the world. And against your mind.

#mcyt blurb #dream x reader #mcyt angst #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt headcanons #dream x y/n #dream smp x reader #dream blurb #dream x you #mcyt x you #dream headcanons #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dreamwastaken imagine #tags suck #this is pretty bad idk #im sorry #dream smp x you

[bimbosupreme]

mephistopheles love post

the equivalent of a mental breakdown tangent is all going under a read more

yes believe it or not that freaky ass literally not even human clown in fgo gets love, and love from who? me and like 3 other people

first off

ok and with that out of the way,

i’m not even familiar with their lore. Reason why i stopped caring about the lore behind faust and mephistopheles is that an interlude happens that shows that mephistopheles is just some homunculi made by some mage nobody named faust. and even then the interlude doesn’t talk about the lore behind the novel, its just you helping mephy kill faust

that being said though i would hope the developers expand on their origins more and potentially even release a “true” mephistopheles (a girl can dream)

So, they’re not even the real deal demon known as Mephistopheles in the first place, and i can hear u going “well that’s lame” and like, no, we just need to redirect our feelings from appreciating a demon to appreciating a homunculi who has a weird characterization in the fate universe

Design tangent:

Fgo was actually my first gacha, and so when I came across this servant I kinda instantly fell in love with their design, I love the colors used in their final ascension and overall appearance. The hat that has horns but they're not quite horns, theyre these weird colorful pointy twisty things, the large garish butterfly ornament on their chest (which isnt ugly at all and somehow works so well with their everything on them) is cool, the tights are so cool to look at, i mean look -- a checkered pattern with golden lining on the shorts portion, the tits out look like yes we get it youre insane, the gloves??? purple and also cool, plus theyve got this gradient thing going on? and the fingers have this line going through them, thats so cool. actually the only other servant that comes close to this in terms of “out there” colorful designs is probably final ascension kama and qsh ( i love them both). Also, mephy has this scissor weapon?? thats so cool lol i dont see any other servant wielding giant scissors (for the love of god give mephy an animation update i need to see them use the scissors while doing flips) and they also have this bomb obsession going on? cant relate, but the bombs designs are so so cool i mean its a fucking centipede -- no idea if centipedes are a thing in the original faust but thats something Ill have to look up at some point. ALSO mephy is wearing heels oh my god anytime people wear heels is an automatic win. No clue whats going on with the hair but its kinda cute (dont question me on that) and it has curls and the hair colors are cool i mean its like a lavender thing with darker purple highlights? i love colorful things and i love people with wacky personalities so. Oh my god their tail how could i forget that its so cute and dumb i almost forgot it was there, like what is that even a whip? i dont.. but its got these little purple tips to them that are kinda cute/cool but more cool because tails are fucking up there alongside heels in terms of cool stuff on characters. and of course their fluffly cape -- again no idea what the designers were going for i mean look its a mess of a design i have no fucking idea what any of it means and i hope they explain it someday because that hair and the butterfly and the tail and the hat and the fluffy garb and a bomb obsession?? and this got the go ahead - yeah lets add that to the game like what

ALSO LETS TALK ABOUT THEIR EYES

appreciate these with me for a second

god.

oh and the blue lipstick and face paint god thats a cool design ugh

they can be normal too or at least as normal as possible i mean they even trimmed their eyebrow here lol but you can see the not so well hidden insanity/goofiness peaking through with the inside of the suit at the bottom being highlighter purple and a green shirt with gold accents underneath the black coat at the front <3, fuckin hate that hairstyle tho bro we gotta get that middle part hairstyle outta hereeeee--

TAKE A DETOUR AND LOOK AT THIS LINK THOUGH THIS IS THE MOST NORMAL AND BEST IVE SEEN THEM IN FANART. THE POTENTIAL IS THERE. WE CAN HAVE NICE THINGS AND THEY LOOK GREAT ITS POSSIBLE. I HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE FROM THAT DRAWING.

anyways this is me going off all about why i like their design! but we haven’t even touched the nitty gritty of it all. their personality! what personality you may ask? havent they always been some weirdo laughing a lot and saying dumb shit all the time? well yes and no

Characterization:

True to their dumb little clown design mephy also acts like one.

Some servants bond 1 lines are like “fuck off” and some actually talk to you, nah this bastard mephistopheles’ just laughing. and for the second bond line it seems to imply theyre fuckin with you more (showing up and dissapearing and saying ‘afterimage’) so thats nice that theyre actually making some effort to mess with you in a way? some servants take a long time to actually interact with you so this shows theyre not afraid of interacting with you and thats just at bond 2. and of course the third bond line implies they were probably trying to betray you, its stated in more than 1 place that mephistopheles (actually isnt this a caster class thing?) will betray you or attempt to do so. So the third bond line seems to imply that their attempts have been stopped by you and that’s what they say after some failed attempts. So after stopping this freak from doing some shit their next bond line is actually doing a confession! a jester being honest who couldve seen that one coming but theyre 100% not lying, they really arent a demon but a homunculi made by faust

speaking of faust we’re going to backtrack a little into their interlude that i brought up at the start of this post, its one of those dream interludes and it starts with mephy asking you to help him plant bombs for their eventual reuinion/showdown with faust -- in the meantime faust keeps sending golems in an attempt to kill both you and mephy

When you track faust down, it’s shown that faust was your typical mage, inhumane and uncaring. It’s also pointed out that this faust killed innocents, but this typical mage behavior is boring to mephy, and they say that boring typical behavior is why they wanted to kill them

 so i really cant blame mephistopheles for being the way they are, being raised by this type of guy, even if mephy was always messed up and wacky from the beginning its no reason for faust to attempt to kill him.

Mephistopheles also shows up in salem, cu alter’s interlude, and of course the knk crossover event, and some other things im most likely forgetting but those 3 are ones that i find notable

anytime they show up theyre actually helpful, in salem mephy points out that the nature of the being responsible for the salem epic of remnant is something alien rather than a typical foreign god, mephy also tells you that time is also being sped up and in their weird way they try to cheer you up by spouting some nonsense at the beginning (guda needed some kind of distraction from the grim events that had just transpired at that point in the story), i cant quite remember what mephy did in the knk event but they were a part of your group and were helpful the whole time, actually @/zeravmeta does an amazing analysis of their role in the knk event as well as some extra character analysis here

mephistopheles is kinda cryptic in a weird way though,

like overall i mean theyre a jester homunculi in appearance so yeah its to be expected but come on i love morally gray characters, despite their supposed betrayal hints scattered around here and there

they have this one line that always gets to me

and this line is said with a completely serious face too

the rare serious mephistopheles face! its kinda grim to see that line, no laughs, no nothing, their voice is kinda serious and monotone too. of course this could be just to get you to lower your guard but its still kinda out there that they have this rarely used portrait and that line, so i like to take it as being said to you when youre by yourself and with sincerity

and at least sei (with her wacky outfit and all lol) seems to get along with mephy and thinks theyre nice woohoo

so at the end of the day you have this guy that laughs a lot and gives mixed signals

and they fuck with you

and will most likely try to kill you more than once but hey thats just another tuesday at chaldea

Before I finish last thing I want to point out is this snippet from the fgo source material book which provides more information on servants, and this specific translated bit under mephistopheles

at the core of it all this homunculi....can be your friend! you just need to not go into despair i guess

of course this entire post is an overanalysis into an underwritten character, quarantine + all online college classes have done this to me, i have a douman icon what did you expect

OH...BEFORE I REALLY SIGN OFF AND FINISH THE POST HEY CLOWN LOVERS CHECK OUT THESE FANARTS AND FANARTISTS...

THE FIRST ONE IS HASENDOW YES THE DOUMAN DESIGNER... <3

i cant believe they drew mephy

twice !

and for those of you on twitter check out @cuz_pb and @L0VEYAMA003

#mephistopheles #fgo #i just go off on the various things i like about this clown #a whole lot lol #this started bc someone asked about my thoughts on mephistopheles well..

[madd-rot]

ITS PICREW TIME BABY

EVERYONE MEET MY FOUR BASTARD ASSASSIN PARAS AKA THE ELITES IM CURRENTLY HYPER FOCUSED ON, (TW: Body ketchup (blood) in a few picrews)

(COLOUR LINKS TO THE MAINLAND THEY’RE FROM: Avraenia, Mavica, Aulden and Wispia)

Kajus Lorano

The type that watches Casper and Phoenix doing dumb stuff

He looks really serious but he’s a huge softie

Fluffy hair fluffy hair fluffy hair fluffy hair

He’s had such a fucked up life so on god do not touch those he wants to protect

If you go downstairs for a midnight snack and turn on the kitchen light he WILL be sat cross legged on the counter

HE LOVES HIS SWORDS

I have no idea how he survives the other three

Half mother friend but also half excitable kid

Really hates doors after he tripped when it caught on his robe and ripped it

Save this guy from the bored bastard that is Casper please

The ONLY one of the Elites that hasn’t entered Bloodlust*

*Bloodlust: A state only a trained assassin can enter, those in Bloodlust have heightened abilities and pure focus on the target, only the strongest can resist losing themselves to Bloodlust and having their minds shatter forever

He’s the newest guy to join Elites so naturally he was terrified with Casper and Phoenix’s little partner in crime schemes

A baby once threw up on his robe (his poor robe wtf) and not only was he horrified but Casper was in fits of fucking laughter and still makes fun of him for it

Casper Verlice

The type that joins Phoenix doing dumb stuff

A stinkman bastard that’s scared of cats

He has the potential to beat Phoenix but he doesn’t care enough to do anything

Annoys the FUCK out of Kajus for shits and giggles

“You issue. Fix it.” 24/7

Aulden messed this boy up I swear

He’s way too bored for his own good

Probably the most infuriating smug bitch out there but that’s just an Aulden thing

A whole bisexual playboy this dude needs to keep it in his pants

When Casper is in Bloodlust this boy goes crazy, at first everyone thought he’d lost it but nope he just actually became interested

Everytime someone says his name it’s usually in disappointment, panic or straight up anger

If you’re cheering for one side he’ll root for the other just to piss you off

A sassy menace that no one is safe from

Why does the aulden government still hire him? They dont know, he doesnt know, nobody knows

Kajus once caught him singing in the shower and still brings it up to this day

A literal enemy of Avraenia after drawing a penis on an important document during infiltration

Nova Angelo

The type that tries to stop Phoenix and Casper doing dumb stuff

A tired parent friend

Respects Kajus, On the verge of killing Casper and needs a break from Phoenix

Mavica’s pride and joy I swear, the government love him

The oldest of the elites

The only thing keeping all hell breaking loose between these three oh my god

L’Oreal because ur worth it type hair shit

He’s also been through so much wtf

Ironically he adores cats and its the only bit of power he holds over Casper

And by that I mean he has Neko Atsume on his phone and shows Casper the game just to irritate him

He’s not the most violent elite but trust me he is dangerous when he wants to be

Most chill music taste out of them all

He has his weird moments as well trust me he is not as “cool” as half of Aturah believes

Bloodlust Nova is absolutely terrifying swear down, even Phoenix is afraid of him then

He may be responsible but not even he is immune to joining in with the Elites dumbass plans

Phoenix Cassidy

The type that not only suggests doing dumb stuff but carries it out with Casper

MANCHILD

Half of the reason he gets away with the shit he does is because Wispia’s Brotherhood all look up to him

This boy literally took over one of the lesser lands and turned it into a HQ

You can usually find him clinging to Nova

Short king that likes to feel tall

The top assassin of Aturah and cannot get enough of the title

Top assassin 100% comes from his Bloodlust state, he becomes extremely calm and calculating. A massive 180 to his regular self

DON’T interrupt his music when he’s listening to it

He is the youngest of the elites

Boy does NOT want Kajus taking his title and will will always try to fight him, it’s scary but hilarious to watch this short ass bitch try and take on a 5’11” guy with a sword

He is wanted in literally all mainlands and most lesser lands for his sheer chaos

You’d expect Phoenix to get paid better with how powerful he is but here he is BEGGING Nova for money

#immersive daydreaming #madd #madd paras #paracosm #my paras #paraportal #maladaptive daydreamer #maladaptive daydreaming disorder #PC: Aturah

[starlight-writes-stuff]

hey! i sent in the ask for the party fic with ethan (which was so good holy shit) and i was hoping you could do the SFW alphabet for him? can I be ⚙️ anon, as well? (get it?)

⚙️anon (thats so clever ily for it) , welcome !! im sorry this took me forever , but here’s your sfw alphabet - this came so easy to me i spend too much time consuming ethan content - anyway ! i really hope you enjoy this ((: reblogs are always appreciated <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE : soft , fluffy ethan content , no tws ! also , yall rockin with the new blog theme ⁉️

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

ethan is incredibly affectionate in all senses of the word- big gestures, small moments, and everything in between. he brings you flowers or food quite often, just something small to show you that you were on his mind while he was out and about. you two would have a designated date night once a week where he’d clear his schedule to spend quality time with you; either taking you out to dinner or cooking and watching movies at home with spencer. also, ethan would definitely go out of his way to do little things around the house to help you out - washing the dishes, vacuuming, folding the laundry. however, ethan wouldn’t shy away from larger gestures of affection, either: he’d take you on surprise vacations or road trips for holidays or anniversaries. 

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

being ethan’s best friend would be so much fun. he’s definitely the kind of guy that would send you a text when he was 10 minutes away from your house because he was bored and wanted to go do something together. you’d never be bored around ethan- he can talk for hours, and would 100% know how to make you laugh, even if the two of you were just chilling on the couch. a friendship with ethan would be filled with adventures; concerts, midnight snack runs, campouts in the backyard and lots of fun with spencer. 

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

yes, 100%. thinking back to unus annus, ethan was a vvv touchy guy with mark, and i think that would only be amplified with his significant other- touch is one of his love languages, for sure. he’d be the type to always have some soft of physical connection; a hand on your thigh while he drives, mindlessly drawing patterns over your skin while your working, aways holding your hand in public type beat. if ethan wasn’t getting your attention when he wanted it he, would not hesitate to pick you up over his shoulder and carry you to the closest soft surface before plopping you down and wrapping you in his arms. i think he’s probably a fan of having you laying on your side, facing him so that he can hold you, but still see your face/ talk to you. he’d also love laying on your chest because he’s such a boob guy but that’s a conversation for another time ,,,,,

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

i think that if you and ethan were committed and had been dating for a while than he would absolutely want to settle down- but i feel like dating ethan would also include being around each other all the time (constant sleepovers while you aren't living together) so it wouldn’t be that drastic of a change. while he was living on his own, though, ethan obviously had to take care of himself, so he taught himself to cook and clean and do general, domestic tasks. i think he’d be a really good partner when it came to things around the house like that; ethan would always do his fair share and would pick up anything that you needed him to. 

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

ethan just comes off as a very feeling, sensitive person (his brand is literally soft boy what do u expect), so i think breakups would be really hard for him. he wouldnt break up with his s/o until he was 10000000% positive that it as the right choice, and had thought through it multiple times. even then, it would rip his heart out to end things- he wouldn’t be afraid to show his emotions. ethan would definitely break up with whoever he was dating in person- he knows that he owes them that.

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

okay, this one is up in the air for me. i definitely feel like ethan would settle down with his person and be completely loyal to them- thats a no brainer. i just don’t know how he feels about marriage? i feel like ethan wants a life partner, i just dont know if he would marry them. (this could 1792049384% be my personal bias peeking through because i think marriage is fkn weird, but for some reason i think he would too ????? maybe thats just me)

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

ethan is just ,,,,, soft hearted, dude. he’s just gentle in general. i think emotionally he’s a total teddybear, and he feels all his emotions incredibly deep- he rules with his heart, for sure. he wants to make sure that everyone around him is happy, and if they arent, it would affect him more than he’d like to admit. physically, ethan can vary- like i said, he’s always touching you in some way, but i think he’d be down for getting a little rougher in bed when you guys want to. 

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

ethan is an envelope-the-whole-ass-person kinda hugger, hug-with-your-whole-body type deal. if you look at pictures from unus annus, even old old pictures from the tour he did w/ mark, ethan is always completely wrapped around someone, hugging them with everything in him. i think if his s/o was shorter, he’d love to stack his head on top of theirs, and if y’all were around the same height, he’d bury his face in your neck. he’s very huggy- when you’re out and about, he’s always hugging you from behind, pulling your body closer to his. i also think ethan would love koala hugs, where he was sitting and his s/o wraps their arms and legs around him- he’d sit like that forever, rubbing up and down your back.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

hhhhhhhhhh don't clock me for this one, yall- if ethan was feeling some type of way, he would tell you. i don't think the length of the relationship would matter as much to him as the intensity and depth of his feelings; if ethan really truly loved you and wanted to say it, he would. he’d definitely preface it with the fact that you didn’t have to say it back, that he just wanted to get it on the table and out of his head. 

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

ethan would be very secure in his relationships, and i think it would take a lot to get him jealous. however, when he was,,,,,,,, it wouldnt be pretty. like, at all. if it was a situation where someone was hitting on his s/o, he wouldn’t step in until you’d already tried to get them to leave you alone- not because he didn’t want to, but because he knew that if he did, it would get ugly. when he did step in, he’d start by saying something (not kindly worded, but to the point), and if that didn’t work i don’t think ethan would be above getting physical- he’s extremely protective of you. 

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT AND I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY SO THIS ONE’S GOIN IN BULLET POINTS , GANG

okay- ethan loves to kiss you. he just loves kisses- they feel so personal and intimate to him, and he kisses you all the time, everywhere

he’ll dip you and kiss you in the middle of the grocery store aisles, he dgaf

but i think his favorite spots for kissing you would be your forehead, your lips (duh), collarbones/shoulders, down your spine and on your inner thighs hngggggg

but it goes vice versa too

ethan wants ALL your kisses . all of them , everywhere

He’s such a sucker for you kissing his neck and you cant talk me out of that (:

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

cute. literally so cute. i think that ethan would love other people’s kids, but definitely doesn’t want any of his own- at least, not right now. however, with other people’s babies he is S O F T; he loves to hold them, and would absolutely offer to try and calm a crying baby down, rocking them and singing soft lullabies to calm their woes. i also think that he would LOVE toddler aged kiddos- like 3-6. he’d be cool uncle ethan, playing catch with them, taking them to the park, finding games to play and always letting them win. he’d totally try to teach them how to ride their bike, or how to do a cartwheel, or how to jump off the swings for maximum height. ethan would totally bring them a fun lunch at school or sneak the kid’s favorite candy over to them and eat it together in a secret spot.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with ethan would be slow and lazy and filled with golden light filtering in through the blinds. if he woke up first, ethan would be as soft as humanly possible in order not to wake you up & would sneak downstairs to make coffee and start breakfast for the two of you, sometimes bringing it up to surprise you with breakfast in bed. the two of you would spend an hour (at minimum) in bed together, waking up and peppering each other with soft pecks all over. i think ethan would be extra soft™ in the mornings- he’d be super cuddly and affectionate. 

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

nights spent with ethan would always hold a sort of unexplainable magic- there’s something about the thought of falling asleep next to him thats just so… comforting? he’d be so warm and easy to fall asleep with, all soft and hazy and gentle; he’d fall asleep holding you as big spoon, but when y’all woke up he’d be wrapped in your arms, laying on your chest. also, if you were having a hard time falling asleep, ethan would stay up with you, talking through whatever was on your mind even if he was barely able to keep his eyes open. 

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

i think that ethan would open up more and more as the relationship progresses, going along with the natural advancement of things unless something happened that made it crucial for him to open up; if that did happen, though, you wouldn’t have to pry anything out of him. ethan is a pretty honest, open person and wants to be transparent with you always- trust is something that he values above all else and he wants to remain very truthful with you.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

ethan is incredibly patient and understanding- it would take a lot to truly upset him. sure, the two of you would get into little tiffs here and there about stupid things, but the small arguments would be resolved within the hour with lots of hugs and kisses and soft “im sorry”s. however, if yall managed to get into a big argument, i think it would take ethan a bit to calm down and he would want to put some space between you two while he did- not to anger you any further, but to make sure that he didn’t say anything he didn't mean. ethan has a bit of a temper while he’s angry, and he wouldn’t want to say anything just to hurt you out of anger. after he cooled off he would come back and be willing to re-examine whatever had caused the issue with fresh eyes. 

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

if you’ve watched ethan ever, you know that the sweet bby doesn’t remember shit (cue the instagram live thats purpose was to help him remember a word)- but listen. i think that ethan would go out of his way to hold on to little pieces of information about his s/o, and would put so much effort into trying to remember little details. he’d store them in his brain (things like your favorite flower, the brand of chocolate you like best, etc) and reference them when he needed. 

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

a couple moments would stick out to ethan - when y’all first met being his favorite. he’d remember every detail of the moment he was first introduced to you; what you were wearing, where you were, what y’all had been doing that night. it was something that he though about a lot, actually- he loved to reflect on the way you’d blushed as he’d introduced himself, how you’d hugged him at the end of the night. 

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

ethan isn't possessive, but he is incredibly protective of you. he secretly hates whenever someone flirts with you, even if it’s strictly platonic- you're his s/o, and he doesn't want anyone thinking any different. like i said earlier (reference letter j), ethan wouldn’t be afraid to step in and put someone in their place of they were getting a little too friendly. he likes when you’re protective of him as well, even if its something very subtle to show that he’s spoken for, such as calling him a nickname or dropping a kiss on his cheek.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

romantic ethan my belOVED- he would try so hard. ethan would plan surprises for you for weeks before they would unfold, even roping your family and friends into his schemes. He’d be so creative with date ideas too; picnics, art classes, different seasonal excursions around california. For bigger occasions like anniversaries, holidays, birthdays and all that, ethan wouldn’t hesitate to go bigger- i definitely think he would take you traveling. he wants to see the world with his love :,)

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

ethan bites his nails, which is why he’d had you paint them- he’s trying to break the habit

he’s a very sweary human, but so are you; the only issue is he has no filter and accidentally swears in front of kids all the time lmao

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

eh. ethan is more particular about certain aspects of his appearance over others, but he’s generally well put together. he likes for his hair to look good, though- that’s the one thing that he’s picky about. 

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

ethan is his own person and is able to function on his own, but the two of you have developed a sense of codependency with each other, like any couple does. he can’t see his life without you at all anymore, and would much rather have you around than not. the two of you have fallen into a flow together- you and him against the world. life is much easier when you have another person on your team, and he’s honored that he gets to play that role for you. 

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

(this may or may not be a lil hint to a fic i'm working on shshhshshhhhhhhh)

on the night unus annus ended, ethan was a wreck - rightfully so

he had a bit of an existential crisis , and started to spiral a bit

you were worried about him , and knew that he would just continue to get into his own head

so you got him out of bed

and took him on a v special date

thats all for now ;)

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

ethan wouldn't like smoking (nicotine), and if that was a habit that you were willing to budge on, he would really try to help you break it. 

overall, ethan is a very considerate and kind person, so someone that was rude or had a sense of entitlement just wouldn’t fit well with him.

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

ethan can’t fall asleep without background noise. his brain gets too loud when he’s just in bed in complete silence, for better or for worse; sometimes this leads to great video ideas or new concepts for the channel, but other times it just lead to him overthinking his life. when it was that kind of night, ethan would fall asleep to soft music or one of those white noise apps- then he became dependent on it to be able to fall asleep. something about filler noise managed to calm him right down and lull him to sleep, and he pays $5 a month for the premium version of his favorite white noise app.

#ethan #nestor #ethan nestor #ethannestor #ethan nestor fic #crankgameplays #crank gameplays #cranky crew #crankycrew #fic #blurb #headcannon #headcanon #alphabet #sfw #sfw alphabet #fluff #softboi #soft #request #ask #anon #⚙️ anon #thats it !! #love u drink water #starlight-writes-stuff

[notfckincool]

DIRTY GIRL

CHAPTER 10

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana embarks on a casual but obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and Kinky fuckery.

Its Negan so expect swearing and strong sexual content throughout

Chapter 10 - Giant box of sex toys

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana is invited to stay the night with Negan before he leaves for a long run. Seeing yet another side to Negan's personality, she realizes her feelings for her handsome fuckbuddy might run a little deeper than she cares to admit. (ctd from shower scene ch9)

WARNINGS🔞 marking, sensation play, sex toys, butt stuff. daddy kink, edging, lil bit o' fluff 

"You are mine now, to do with as I please. I don't have to leave until the day after tomorrow and when I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk. I'm going to make sure you can still feel me while I'm gone."

Legs clamped around his hips, face inches from mine, his words reverberate through me...I'm completely under his spell, caught up in the intensity in his dark eyes and the promise of his undivided attention. I've longed for this. Eyes still locked, he lowers me gently, smirking at the power he knows he has over me. 

"Now turn around princess let's wash that shit outta your hair"

My hair is lathered, massaged, and gently rinsed. The last of the blood of those who dared to defy us, swirling away down the plughole. A long but comfortable silence falls over us as his fingers glide softly over my neck, shoulders and arms. The first time we've been together without the constant banter and I don't feel the need to fill the space with chatter. I focus on his soapy hands moving firmly but gently over my body. A softness to his touch, a tenderness I'm not familiar with. He finds the knots above my shoulder blades, thumbs pressing circles into my aching muscles.

"Ugh...That feels so good"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, there...down a bit..left a bit"

"What about there?" he applies more pressure, chuckling as he squeezes a tight knot.

"Ow...fuck..ow..yeah...that hurts"  I laugh, wriggling beneath his strong hands "...Dont stop though"

"What about this bit…..right...here…"

"Oooooohh….you fucker" I squirm and chuckle" You really fucking love hurting me"

"Hahaha, yes I fucking do….and don't pretend you don't love it. Now stop fucking wriggling" He delivers a stinging slap to my wet ass.

"Ahhh"

"Never get fuckin tired of hearing that, princess" he chuckles giving me another slap.

"Ahhh. You're a sadist" 

He laughs a genuine warm laugh. I feel his breath on my neck and a row of delicate kisses. I react to his touch with a roll of my head giving him better access. Sweeping my hair aside, grazing me softly with lips and teeth, we almost feel like a normal couple….almost

"Yes I am...a sadistic fuck….mmmmm….your ass looks good with my handprints on it...and you girl, you, are a masochist....so what the fuck are we going to do about that?" 

Hands weaving into my hair, twisting until it's balled in his fist, his weight shifts behind me, lurching forward, pressing me splayed against the shower wall. My breath hitches, the sudden change in tone and temperament excites me. Teeth clamp down onto my neck, and I moan quietly as he sucks marks onto my skin.

"See.." his voice low in my ear "Fucking…..Mine". 

Withdrawing suddenly, he releases my hair and switches off the water. My heart pounding, I wait silently against the wall, listening as he moves behind me. I love the excitement of never knowing what he's going to do next.

...And then I feel the softness of his lips kissing my freshly bruised skin and I'm carefully turned around and wrapped in a large fluffy towel. I look up at him from under my lashes, mesmerized as he gently rubs my hair and tenderly pats me dry. Well this is….a whole new level of unpredictability. I'm surprised by this softer caring side of him but I've got to admit, I like it, and I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be a wife. Arranging the towel around me he tucks it in, my look of total confusion is lost on him as he flashes me one of his heart stopping smiles. He kisses my forehead before turning and grabbing himself a towel, tucking it casually around his waist as he strolls off into the living room.I peer around the door frame after him as he pours two drinks from an expensive looking decanter, following him into the room as he sets the glasses on the coffee table. He sits on the sofa, pats the seat beside him, I sit, like a good girl, and accept the glass he offers me.

" We did a great fucking job tonight….we make an awesome team"

"No one messes with us" I grin, raising my glass.

"Damn fucking straight!" 

Our glasses chink together and we take a sip, his eyes never leaving mine, watching me over the rim of his glass

"You did good…...I'm real fucking proud of you"

Proud of me? He leans forward to wipe a splash of liquor from my lips, his thumb lingering. Then closer still, his lips tantalisingly close to mine. My stomach does a weird and unexpected thing. That feeling you get as the rollercoaster tips over the first dip? And did I just blush? A smile plays at the corner of his lips, his thumb still lightly resting on mine. I find myself searching his eyes, softer now, and the wicked twinkle is back. Overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, I lean in…..and of course he pulls back, sinking into the sofa taking a sip of his drink. Damn it! Why did I do that? I know the rules. Trying to disguise my disappointment I fiddle with my towel and take a large swig, emptying the glass while thinking of something to say to ease my frustration.

"So, you all set for the run?" I ask casually. 

"Yeah, Simon's just finalizing a few things, then we're good to go"

"I wish I could come" I glance across at him. God, did that sound needy?

"Yeah.. me too... but I need you here" he glances back, looking sincere.

"You sure? I can be so much more useful..."

"Ana, no, it's decided." he interrupts "You're staying here" He drains his glass.

Is he angry with me? Did I go too far? Nodding, I draw up my legs, resting my chin on my knees, and stare pensively at the empty glass... I'll miss you...That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't. What's wrong with me? I know what this is. Ok, enough now, stop being weird you'll scare him off and he'll pack you off back to your own room. I have him all to myself for tonight, and tomorrow, and I'm making the most of it. He looks back at me, resting his hand on my knee.

"You know, you're one of the few people I trust to handle things here while I'm gone...I need you….here"

More praise. My stomach does that thing again and I try to look cool, but I know he sees right through it. I need to get a grip. There's a long lingering eyelock and a bite of his lip before he snatches the glass from me and rises from the sofa with a chuckle. I hear him refilling the drinks.

"I got you something"

"Really? What is it?" 

Resting the refills on the table he sits next to me, passing me a box fastened with a satin bow. I look at him puzzled as he grins like an excited child on Christmas morning.

"You're gonna fuckin love this!...come on, fuckin open it"

I grin back and pull the bow, lifting the lid and stare into the box.

"Oh…...A giant box of sex toys…for me…..you shouldn't have" I smile

"Yeah! You fuckin love it, right? I knew you fuckin would. Don't worry they're all brand spanking new in the wrappers. Couldn't believe my fuckin luck when we came across this sex store on a run, surprisingly well stocked, not really survival essentials I guess, well except for you? nudges me and chuckles "Been keeping them here….cos…..Well.... I knew you'd fuckin appreciate...."He wiggles his eyebrows, his tongue poking out between his teeth. He's genuinely pleased with himself. 

"....ya know….Since I'm gonna be away…." he grabs my wrist. "…and it might be a while…." pulls me towards his lap. "....and I know how antsy you get if I'm not around to satisfy you..." I straddle him smiling widely."...so…." he grasps my hips tightly.".....you will wait for me until I get back…." rolls his hips upwards. "...no screwing around…" he grabs at my ass. "..no one gets to fuckin touch you but me…." squeezes my ass. "...you behave when I'm not here…understood?" He grips my chin firmly."... Are you gonna be a good girl while daddy's away?"

Oh yeah, I know what this is. I like this game and I'll happily play along. I am definitely going to make the most of it.

"Yes" I nod"

"That is exactly fuckin right." His grip tightening on my chin.

There's a sudden knock at the door that jolts us both. I sigh and reluctantly dismount. He answers the door, returning with a tray of snacks, a tub of ice cream, two spoons and a satisfied grin.

"Time to eat princess" He sets down the tray as I rummage through the box, selecting a large dildo, wiggling it with a smirk.

"Yeah... but look at this"

"Impressive" he chuckles sitting himself back down " I mean, not as good as the real fucking thing obviously" he clutches himself under the towel " but it should tide you over while I'm gone"

"You are so thoughtful" I smile sweetly

"I really fucking am" he grins " I am sooooo fucking good to you. Now eat. You're going to need your energy." he winks, I turn my attention back to the box, inspecting and unwrapping a shiny new butt plug, waving it at him.

"But daddy…  I want to play"

"Get back here on my lap you bad fuckin girl... I said eat...Now open wide princess" I look shyly at him as I open my mouth for him. "Oh princess..who do you think you're fuckin kidding? I know you can open wider than that" And then we feel normal again. We eat and talk and laugh, teasing and fooling around like best friends, as though the cruel world outside never existed. I get to see the part of him that no one else does, except maybe the wives. Maybe that's why they do it. Maybe it's not so bad afterall. A sliver of ice cream escapes the spoon, trickling down my chin.

"You're not doing a very good job of this" I laugh "I can feed myself you know" 

Leaning forward his tongue strokes over my chin and across my lips.

"Yeah, but this is more fun"

His cool lips brush against mine as he trails the spoon lightly down my neck and collar bone, cold metal grazing against warm skin. His eyes on mine he unfastens my towel and it falls away. The spoon continues its journey torturously slowly across the curve of my breasts, resting on a nipple which hardens on contact, sending a shudder right to my core. I react with a whimper and grind against him. He watches the spoon travel to the other nipple. I inhale sharply, grinding again.

Leaning in he licks slowly over my nipple, teasing with cold lips and tongue over the sensitive bud. My body begs for more, arching backwards, grinding rhythmically against the hardening beneath his towel. He reaches between us pushing it away, revealing his swelling cock, and pulls me to him as he takes my nipple fully into his mouth. Sucking, cold tongue swirling, teeth nipping and pinching. The other nipple between finger and thumb rolling and tugging. 

And just like that I want him.. again. Never get enough of the way he makes me feel, the way my body reacts to him. I want him on me, in me, but more than that, I crave the intimacy, the closeness. No longer satisfied with a quick casual fuck, am I becoming obsessed? Feeling him growing beneath me, all self control goes out of the window. I slide along his length, giving myself the friction I need, coating him in my arousal, my hands threading into his hair. 

"Look at my needy little princess getting herself off on daddys big cock" His hand grabs firmly at my hair and tugs. 

I know he doesn't feel that way about me. Just another toy, another plaything, willing to let him do whatever he wants, but I can't help myself. I always want more.

Reaching for the metal plug he dips and holds it in the ice cream, then puts it to my lips, offering it to me to lick clean. I hold his gaze, his eyes darkening again as my tongue swirls across the cold surface.

"I know what I want to eat next" he smirks "On your hands and knees princess"

Obediently I pry myself from his lap and position myself on all fours. His long large fingers slide tantalisingly between my folds, exploring the wetness flooding from me. Fingers gliding up and down from clit to ass and back again, spreading my arousal.

"Babygirl, you are fuckin soaked...practically dripping….and it's all for me….I want to taste that sweet honey now, princess, hold still for me" 

I quiver as I feel his mouth on me. 

"Mmmmmmm" he hums against me as he hungrily devours me and I desperately try to hold still as his tongue teases my pussy and ass. 

"Princess, I said hold still, and you better not cum until I say."

I feel his finger circling the tight hole, permitting him entrance as he slowly eases in. I inhale sharply, stifling a moan, holding off the inevitable.

"Fuck!" I gasp

"You like that princess?"

"Mhm" I mumble into the leather

"Use your words princess. Tell me what you want,"

"I like it...I want more...please"

"Good girl"

Another wet finger is pushed inside, stretching me. It feels so good I can't resist the urge to bear down.

"Oh god...I'm gonna.."

"..Tsk tsk" he tuts at me withdrawing his fingers, delivering a spank "I said keep still" he scolds

"Please...I'll behave" I plead, desperately needing my release.

"Yes, you will, darlin" 

The icy cold metal of the plug is pressed against my clit, it sends electricity pulsing through me. He teases my cunt, coating it in my juices, dipping it inside me, sliding its way to my ass where it rests. Pushing in a little he holds it there,fingers back to circling my clit, the perfect speed and pressure. My jaw clenches, eyes clamp shut, teetering on the edge of orgasm, I pant and clutch at the leather.

"Oh god, oh god...please"

"Breath princess, you're doing so well but, I want to hear you beg" he insists, pushing it in a little more, meeting resistance as I subconsciously clench, twisting, taunting me. I wriggle and get another slap.

"Fuck! Please"

"Beg me"

"Please...I need to cum...please...please daddy"

"You've been so good babygirl……"

Easing in further, the cold metal, the stinging burn on my ass, the rubbing of my clit, its overwhelming.

"Thats it, Babygirl…..cum for me" 

Pushing it in all the way, I'm sent soaring over the edge, back arching, trembling, convulsing. I cum so hard I feel it dripping from me.

"Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you…." 

The jewelled plug sitting snugly inside me, he runs his hand down my back, strokes tenderly over the sore pink handprints on my cheeks as I shake from the waves of pleasure rushing through me.

"...Mmmmm….your ass looks so pretty princess."

I feel him lining up behind me, running his shaft between my folds coating and wetting himself, teasing me with his tip. I'm still shuddering and shaking as he grabs my hips and plunges into me. 

"Holy fuck!" 

I'm completely filled. Holding me tight as I contract around him, he growls low, withdrawing slowly only to snap back in as far as he can go. I moan loudly, the double penetration almost too much to bear. Snap. Hold. Snap. Hold. Over and over. Every thrust as powerful as the last. Gradually picking up speed I brace myself against the sofa, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets his pace, hitting me deep inside, the sound of his groans triggering the heat again, building and spreading, washing over me. Praise and obscenities pour from his lips. Hard relentless fucking until he loses his rhythm, withdrawing quickly and the warm wet splash of his release spills on my back.

Exhausted, I collapse onto the sofa.

"Fuck, princess!...God fuckin damn!"

Gently, he wipes me down and casts away the towel.

"Does look good that pretty jewel in your ass, might request you wear it to the next savior meeting" he grins "our little secret, I'll enjoy watching you squirm" He chuckles. "Think you're gonna enjoy my little gift?"

"Sorry can't speak"

He laughs and lifts himself from the sofa, taking the box of toys and tray of snacks over to the bedside table, nodding for me to join him on the four poster.

"Can't walk either" I laugh

Shaking his head he scoops me up carrying me to the bed, placing me down gently and handing me a bottle of water. He lays down beside me, head propped on his arm, watching me sip the water. 

Reaching across me to the tub of rapidly melting ice cream, he kisses my neck and says in my ear

"Oh, I am in no way finished with you yet"

He grabs the tub and sits himself upright, loading up his spoon, looking at me with a dark smirk.

"Best eat up, princess. I promised to fuck you all night, and I am a man of my word"

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@chloejanedecker1 @negan-love @bychrissi @nayghtynegan @negans-attagirl

#negan fanfiction #negan smut #negan x oc #twd negan #negan #television #smut #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead negan #jeffrey dean morgan #jdmorgan #jdmporn #fanfic #twd fanfiction #the saviors #the sanctuary #negan fic

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hello! I will begin by saying I LOVE your art and aspire to be anywhere near as good someday. Also, I've seen you draw a lot of songxiao. So if you know any good fics with them could you please recommend? Thanks!

AHHH THANK YOU!!!! goddd my fucking heart...

also, DO I??? holy shit ok *cracks knuckles*

(this got a bit long haha WHOOPS so adding a cut) (it’s worth it tho)

some amazing and popular songxiao fics that any basic songxiao fan HAS to read:

Cultivation No. 6 by Irrelevancy (Desc: His was a boutique-y set-up, the sixth branch of Cultivation, a fairly successful local corporation, tucked away in between the hills of their city.Song Lan owns a plant shop and takes care of all things living. A reincarnation AU.)

Ok i don’t even like reincarnation aus that much but FUCK, this one got me. super super cute and sweet with a touch of angst and fantastic but not too agonizing slow burn.

through carrion glass, the stars by tombenough_and_continent (Desc: Wei Wuxian does not walk out of the Burial Mounds after three months.Instead, Xiao Xingchen does.)

i’m. pretty sure that every songxiao shipper has read this one. but putting it here just in case because you need to read. 

We built our own house (out of sweat and dust) by Irrelevancy (Desc: Song Lan gets to Yi City just a bit earlier, and A-Qing asks her Daozhang some very pressing questions about the Stranger. This changes everything.Yi City fix-it.)

holy mother of god. i can’t even begin with this one. read it. just read it.

two corpses we were (two corpses i saw) by punchmonk (Desc: “Xingchen,” Baoshan Sanren sighs. “He only needs one eye to see.” OR: A look at Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen's relationship through the eyes of the women around them.)

songxiao fix-its with hozier lyrics in the title is something that can be so personal actually,

palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss by iodhadh (Desc:The realization strikes Song Lan like a bolt of lightning: Xiao Xingchen laughs, and he wants with a sudden, stunning desperation to kiss the mirth from his beautiful mouth. How, precisely, he is meant to manage that—that, he has no idea at all.Or: introspective meditations on touch, trust, and the problem of desire.}

you looking for a canon-compliant get together fic that is beautifully written, full of yearning, and just altogether fantastic? this is it baby

some underrated but fucking fantastic fics too:

every brittle marvelous breathing by Irrelevancy (Desc: They returned to the campsite at the same time, and Song Lan automatically tucked his hands behind his back.Canon era winter time fluff)

this is one of those fics that had me literally grinning the entire time i was reading. very well written, super soft and fluffy

coming up lavender by thistleghost (Desc is too long for me to put here, but it’s a xxc survives yi city au where they’re both hurting a lot but sticking together despite it)

I DONT CARE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY TO GET YOU TO READ THIS ONE, BUT PLEASE DO. it’s not finished yet, but i don’t care. it’s AMAZING. the writing is beautiful, the yearning is UGHHHHHHHH, the tenderness, the soft moments of levity where they let themselves smile again??? don’t touch me ok i hurt

wait for me (we’ll meet again) by oliviadalstonbrowning (Desc:  Song Lan goes to Cloud Recesses looking for answers.)

So uh, this fic. to this day, this fic is the only fanfiction that has made me cry. real, actual, tears pouring down my face, shaking breathing, ugly noise crying. this hurt me so so bad but in such a good way. please. read. 

Trying to Move Forward, Together by GrapfruitSketches (Desc:  Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen are alive, healthy, and most importantly, together. But they still have a long way to go.)

i wasn’t sure whether to put this up with the popular fics cuz it has almost 2,000 hits which is lot for songxiao fics, but like. that’s STILL SO underrated with the majesty which is this fic. this author writes xiao xingchen’s healing process so beautifully, not taking any shortcuts and giving us the full experience of xiao xingchen healing from his trauma and songxiao simply flourishing together. this was one of the first songxiao fics i read and to this day is one of my faves.

In Your Touch is Beauty by Wei-Zhan (Shortened Desc:  'Xiao Xingchen does not lie.' 'Xiao Xingchen thinks we would make a cute couple.')

at the end of the day, i always, always, always come back to this fic. it’s sweet, fluffy, in character, just. everything you could ever want out of a fic, and it’s criminally underrated. again, this is one of the first songxiao fics i’ve read and it’s always stuck with me and it makes me smile so much. 

OK THAT’S ALL FOLKS! i actually have more fics than that i wanted to suggest but this was just getting too long lmao. if you want my FULL rec list here’s my bookmarks on ao3! Just filter them for songxiao.

#loquat asks #songxiao #fanfiction recs

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Prompt request

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Reader

Anon asked: 43 and 44 with bishop, angst and fluffy : you lost the bet / stop calling me Im busy

Word Count: 1.2k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. The gif isn’t mine.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“Stop calling me, I'm busy, Obispo”. You mutter with anger and the phone on your left ear.

“Then forgive me”.

“Fuc' off! You don't fuckin' deserve anything from me”.

“It was a bet!”

“Yeah', you lost a bet, and also me”. Without giving him the opportunity to reply, you hung up with a bitter snort.

You had been working for almost twelve hours at the hospital, from dusk till dawn. Two long surgeries, three car accidents and some fake emergencies of people who visit it because some coughs. You didn't even have time to eat, other than a few bites of a cold sandwich. So, when you finished your turn, the only thing you wanted to do was go to the clubhouse and have a beer between your man's arms. But when you arrived and saw one of Vicki's girl on his lap serving tequila directly in his mouth, the hell burned like never before. It has been three infernal days since then, with a lot of Bishop's calls and texts begging you to forgive him.

Keeping your phone in the pocket of your doctor's gown, you walk towards the locker room to change your clothes. Resting your forehead against your box-office, with an angry tear running down your cheek. It's not like he's cheating on you, but disrespecting whatever it supposed you two have together. Maybe you don't have the right to reproach him for anything, 'cause you're not his Old Lady, but you have the right to cut everything with him after feeling so humiliated.

Your phone dings with a notification, when you're trying to figure out where are your car keys, supporting your waist against one of the doors. Unknown number. You roll your eyes opening the text.

📨: hi, im shara, im sorry about what happened with bishop. we were just having fun, i dont want anything with him and i also know he loves you. i never wanted to bother you and im so sorry. hes always talking about you and its amazing the way he does. please talk with him, vicki told us hes fucking bad

Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you lock the phone to put it inside your bag. After finding the keys, you drive your way back home. You don't want to talk with him, not even if you have read the message. What happened hurt you, hurt your ego and feed your insecurities. And it's not going to be easy to recover.

The headlights of your car illuminate the facade of your house, spotting Bishop sitting by your door and smoking a cigar almost consumed. He looks tired, with dark circles under her eyes and a sloppy beard covering his jaw. He throws the cigarette away, getting up and placing both hands by his back, with the head down. He doesn't know what more can say to you.

You keep silent, passing him away to open the door, closing it without letting him come in. Through the peephole you can see how he sits again, rubbing his nape with a hand. A sigh escapes from your lips, turning around to walk towards your room. Leaving your stuff on the unmade bed and getting undressed, you go to the shower taking your time in under the water, until your fingertips are wrinkled.

Wrapping your body with a long towel and your hair in another, you come back to the main room, to wear some comfy clothes and find something to eat in the kitchen. Your fridge is empty, 'cause you forgot shopping for food, so you need to order something. But before doing it, you walk next to the front door having another look by the peephole to see that Bishop still there. Sitting in silence with his locked phone in his hands, like if you were gonna text him or something. Opening the door, he turns a little towards you.

“I'm gonna order some food, you wan'?” He shakes his head and, by the way you opened the door, he knows he can't come in.

You nod with pursed lips, closing it again and pressing the button to make the order. If he's trying to make you feel sorry, he's doing it pretty well, but then you remember what happened and you forget how he feels.

The night passes and when you're about to sleep, you walk outside one last time, opening the door and supporting your body against the frame.

“Are you gonna sleep there...?”

“Yes”.

“It's cold, Bishop. Go home”.

“If I've to die tonight, I'll do it waiting for you to forgive me”.

“Sounds like a bad movie on Netflix...” You sigh rolling your eyes a little desperate.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean to hurt you. You're my girl, my one and only, my Old Lady, and I wa—”.

“No, I'm not”. You interrupt him, getting up of the door frame, with a confused gesture on your face. “You didn't propose me, nor ask me, nor introduce me to the club, even if they also know me”.

“I was about to do it”.

“When? Before or after drinking the tequila with that bitch on top of you, uh? I don't know too much about the MCs, but I'm sure it's not the way to introduce your girlfriend to them”.

Bishop, snortling and placing both hands on his head, sinks his face between his knees.

“Go home, Obispo. It's late and you look like shit... We will talk... tomorrow”.

Then, he turns at you getting up and holding his helmet from the floor.

“You promise?”

“Jesus Christ, Bishop... Go home”.

“No, no, no. Promise me. Promise me we're gonna talk tomorrow”. He says walking next to you.

“Yea', Bishop, sure... I promise”.

A soft smile is drawing in his lips, putting a hand on your left cheek, to leave a kiss on the right. You hold his hands, closing your eyes and enjoying the nearest. You miss him. Every touch, every word, every kiss. And you fall again, wrapping his back with your arms. He hugs you back, tightly, leaving some kisses on your head.

“You can... sleep on my sofa”. You whispers, pulling him away some inches. “It's late and... you look tired. You shouldn' drive”.

“You sure, querida...?”

You nod one time. With an arm on your shoulders, he guides you through the door, closing it after coming in. He leaves his vest and the helmet on the table in the living room, while you go to your room to find a blanket. When you come back he's already lying there, with the boots on a side of the floor and an arm covering his eyes. You sigh for a second, offering him.

“Thank you”. He says grabbing your wrist to pull you closer.

He knows he doesn't deserve to sleep in your bed tonight, but he really wants to sleep with you and the sofa is pretty huge for both. You let him lay you down next to him, tangling your legs with his and sinking your face on his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent. Bishop wraps your body with his arms, getting comfortable by your side.

“You have to shave tomorrow, please”.

“I will, but let me sleep all day. I need it”.

“I need it too”.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa #bishop losa x reader

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Shattered Reality- Chapter 4

A/N: This chapter is short compared to the others due to the mental strain I had to go through to get this one out. I am sorry

Warnings: PTSD, or Psychological trauma, Swearing, Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Darkness. It consumed everything. It was heavy. It was hard to breathe. When you had opened your eyes that’s all you saw.  The silence of the world was deafening. You felt pressure at your throat and a hand squeezing you. This was the first thing you remembered. You wanted to fight it off, you wanted to run, but you laid there paralyzed with fear. The flash of murder in those cold eyes. All you could do is give up and let him win. Guilt wracked your body, the tears came too quickly. Geto was going to kill you, and all you could do is stay and not fight anymore. You didn’t feel the need to fight this. Your body was numb, and cold.

Maybe you were already dead. He had come to give you the ending you deserved, dying alone with no one to care for you in the end. It wasn’t like you were ever cared for to begin with. It was too late to save you.  You were his next victim, and probably not his last. Your body was shaking with the cold anger. You didn’t want to die like this, not really. You didn’t want to succumb to him. You tried to fight back the terrible thoughts in your mind. Your world was falling apart. It all was piling on you so quickly, the fragility of your reality. A horrendous and heartbreaking scream erupted from your throat, it echoed in the room. It was the last thing you remember actually feeling before giving into the void of the room.

The scream was terrible, and haunting. It was full of pain, and held so much raw emotion. Gojo dropped his phone and sprinted down the hallway. ‘I shouldn’t have left her alone in there’ he thought. He slowed to a fast walk out just outside the door. He listened for sounds from within the room. When he didn’t hear any he pushed the door open gently, and listened to see if you were still breathing. He heard the faintest exhale, and walked into the room. Your breathing was uneven. It seemed surreal that only a moment ago, you screamed in agony. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand the emotions behind what you were feeling.

He crouched down next to bed trying to see your face, in the dim light that shone from the hallway. He reached a hand out to your face and brushed away a few hair strands from your face. You looked angelic and he felt a pang of guilt for bringing you into this hell. His world was not for you. The weight of the lies he told over the years weighed heavy on you. How many would he have to tell you? How honest could he really be with you?

You stirred at the contact, the touch was soft, and foreign. Gojo went completely still . He didn’t want to awake you, but also he didn’t want to alarm you.

“Y/N. You’re safe here. I am sorry for everything. I’ll make everything better.” Gojo whispered into your ear. You reached your arms out toward him. He softly chuckled.

“You need your rest, babe.” Gojo told you with the softest hint of a whine.

“Please stay. I don’t want to be alone.” You told him. Again, another soft chuckle emerged from Gojo.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” He murmured to you.

Gojo walked around the bed and slipped under the covers next to you. You scooted your back against him. He shifted himself so that he could put his arm underneath your head and play with your hair. Gojo felt you relax, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, Gojo.” You murmured sleepily. You felt your eyes drooping down. The last thing you remembered before falling into a peaceful slumber was Gojo’s cologne. Something you’d love to get used to.

~~

Geto couldn’t believe what he’d done. He’d let his anger get the best of them. The squeal of the tires as Gojo left with Y/N haunted Geto. ‘Y/N shouldn’t forgive me for this’ he thought. No one around thought twice of the interaction between Gojo and Geto, just another fight over a girl. Geto gathered his thoughts and left. When he was overreacting at times like this, normally Gojo would talk Geto down. This time though a long drive would be his remedy.  Gojo left with a girl that Geto liked. At least, that was what he thought. The more he dwelled on it, Geto didn’t actually like Y/N. Geto liked her innocence, how unaware she was to what was actually happening around her. She was easily influenced and manipulated. In the end it didn’t matter. He’d give her an apology, and pretend it didn’t happen. If she brought it up, he could just dispose of her like he always did. By the time Geto had gotten back home the sun had already risen and was feeling at peace with himself.

“I don’t fucking need you.” Geto said to himself.

~~

When you began to actually wake up, the terror from the night before had ebbed a bit. You felt a heaviness around your waist, and a warm breath upon the back of your neck. You looked down  to find an unfamiliar arm around you. You slowly tried to remove the arm off your waist without waking the other sleeping body. As you slipped out from under the covers, the arms pulled you in closer.

“Don’t go. It’s too early.” A muffled voice spoke. You froze, you knew that sleep ladened voice. You turned over to face him.

“Good morning, handsome.” You smiled and decided to tease him a bit. Although, he was handsome to you. He inched closer to you and placed a kiss on your forehead. Your face turned bright red. He chuckled, flung the blankets off of him toward you, and stretched. He walked out of the room and with him your common sense.

You stretched your arms over your head while laying in bed, and grabbed your phone, which was on the nightstand next to the bed. You looked at it, and saw 5 missed phone calls from your boss. You groaned. You missed your shift today.  You never missed work. You knew you’d have to call him back. You grabbed your phone, and walked down the unfamiliar hallway. You weren’t sure where Gojo would’ve gone to. Ask you walked down the hall, you saw the walls were dotted with photographs of Gojo’s past. A Beautiful woman holding a baby Gojo, you assumed was his mother. Another photo of a man who looked similar to Gojo did now, holding a young version of himself. You smiled at the sweet moments forever captured in time. Something you wished you had growing up.

You heard the sound of pots and pans being moved, and found Gojo in the kitchen. He looked a bit awkward bent over with his long legs searching under the countertops. You heard him mumble something under his breath. He gave up after a moment, and went to the fridge. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find it.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked him.

“No, I thought I had bought food, but I didn’t. Let’s go have some lunch.” He suggested.

“I am disgusting, I need to shower, change, and brush my teeth.” You said aloud, without actually intending to let him hear you.

“I have a shower, and a toothbrush. I think I have some clothes that would fit you. Kioko has spent many nights here. This is a Geto-free place.” He assured you. “I could use a shower myself. Let me show you to the best shower in the house, you definitely deserve it.” He added.

You followed him as he went down another hallway. At the end was a door he pushed open, and revealed a huge room. The room was minimalistic in style, everything was black and white. He opened a draw on a tall dresser, and rifled through it. He closed that one, and opened the next one.

“Okay, yeah, everything in this drawer is Kioko’s things she’s ever left here. Honestly, this whole dresser is mostly her stuff. Help yourself to anything, I dont think she even knows what she has.” He admitted to you.  He walked a little farther, and opened another door. “This is the bathroom. The towels are fresh. Take as much time as you need. If I am correct, Kioko left some shampoo and conditioner here last time. She said ‘I don’t like the shit you use. You need conditioner for all that hair.’ Anyways, We can eat afterwards.” He ruffled your hair and left you alone.

When you walked into the bathroom your jaw dropped. It was immaculate. There was a jacuzzi, that you desperately wanted to try out, but this wasn’t your home. The shower was huge and had a waterfall shower head, with massaging jets. Just looking at this bathroom made you want to move in permanently. You shook that thought from your mind. As you walked across the bathroom to start the shower, you saw your reflection in the mirror. There was light purple bruising around your throat. It would turn darker over the next few days. You couldn’t go out looking like this. You couldn’t work. You couldn't use  make-up to fix or cover this up. You felt your eyes burning, and tears threatening to fall.

You turned away from the mirror and started the shower. Normally, you wouldn’t go snooping around in anyone’s house, but you desperately wanted to brush your teeth. While going through the drawers, and cabinets, you found out very little about Gojo. Other than, thank to Kioko, womanly products, there wasn’t very much. He was a practical man with the first aid supplies, at least. You did find mouthwash and hopefully that would be enough for now.

You took your time in the shower relaxing in the warm water, you let it all out under the water. Every emotion spilled out of you. It came out and wouldn’t stop. You never were this weak before, how could you be so weak now? You were humiliated by all of this. You were grateful for Gojo though. Your mind was so mixed up and you couldn’t think straight. If you are truly honest, you wanted to give up. All of it, you could alway just pack up and leave. Your mind fought against itself. As you continued the internal mental fight with yourself, you washed your hair, and body. You turned the shower and grabbed a towel for your body. You grabbed a second towel for your head, they were so fluffy, soft and thick compared to the thin, worn down towels you owned. Everything was so luxurious. You decided to walk out to the bedroom to grab some clothes to change into.

When you walked out you were face to face with an almost naked Gojo. He wore a towel around his hips that hung dangerously low, and looked as if it would fall off if a slight breeze hit it. Your eyes scanned his body once again. Taking in all his tattoos, and because you were closer than last time, you noticed a few scars he’d managed to have collected over the years. You yearned to touch him, feel him, make sure that this wasn’t some sort of fucked up nightmare.

“Oh! I will be out of here in a second.” He grabbed a few items and left immediately. He couldn’t help getting a little flustered. He didn’t think he’d get caught, since you had taken a while in the shower. Not that he could blame you. He could blame himself though, which he did.

After Gojo left, you quickly rushed to get clothes, unsure if, and when he’d come back into the room. It was his room after all. After grabbing a plain red t shirt, and a maxi skirt you dressed walked out with your towels in hand.

“Gojo, I wasn’t sure where you wanted me to put these towels. I didn’t see a laundry basket anywhere.” You slightly yelled, unsure of where he was exactly. He came out from one of the doors you had passed earlier. Wearing jeans that accentuated his butt perfectly, and a t- shirt where tattoos peeked out from underneath, your mouth watered at this sight. Gojo took the towels from you and tossed them through a door.

He came back to you and looked at your neck. He gingerly touched the bruise that was forming, and clucked his tongue. A frown appeared across his face.

“Stupid Fuck.” He muttered under his breath as he continued to examine you.

“Gojo. I am sorry. Thank you for all your hospitality, and for wanting to pay for food, but I don’t feel comfortable with going out like this. I don’t want anyone to ask questions, and I don’t want to-” Gojo kissed you stopping whatever thoughts you had. It was over as quickly as it started and left you reeling.

“I understand. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll be back in a bit. Make yourself at home.” He assured you. He grabbed his keys, and left. You decided that you’d go explore his penthouse. You searched all the rooms in the hallway closest to the room you stayed in. You found another bathroom which was large, but not as spectacular as Gojo’s. On the other side of a door was another room, and behind the last door was a large linen closet. The kitchen which opened up to the large living room had a wonderful bird’s eye view of the city. The hallway that contained Gojo’s bedroom had an office and another room with a locked door. Although you were curious as to what was behind the door, you didn’t want to snoop anymore than you already had.

You sat back down on the overstuffed couch that was in the living room, and decided to watch tv. You switched through what seemed like millions of channels, and finally settled on a romantic comedy that was popular in your middle school years. It was about an hour into the movie when Gojo returned.

“Sorry, It took longer than I expected. I tried to text you asking you what you wanted, but you never responded. So I hope I got something you like.” He said putting the food down. Your eyes widened, you forgot your phone in the room, and intended to call your boss back. You sprinted to the room and grabbed your phone. You walked back to the kitchen.

“Sorry, Gojo, I need a minute. I have to call my boss back.” You told him. He leaned over the counter and put his head in his hands while smiling at you. You gave him a look of curiosity.

“Oh, yeah. I talked to your boss. He said you don’t need to work for the rest of the week.” He told you with the cheesiest smile on his face like he was doing you a big favor.

“Thanks, but you know, I need to make money.” You told him with annoyance.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing he agreed to pay you for your time off.” He said nonchalantly.

Your mouth dropped open, you were about to question him about how he’d manage to do that, since your boss was a hard ass and would never pay anyone for time off unless it was earned. The shrill scream of your phone prevented you from doing that. You picked up your phone.

“Hi, Yes. This is Y/N.” You answered. A quiet moment passed between you and the person on the other line. Your throat tightened and your mouth went dry. You waited a moment before speaking again. Tears were threatening to fall.

“Did- Is- Is everyone okay?” You asked, your voice quite shaky. You were assured that everyone was safe and accounted for, but to get to your apartment as quickly as possible. You looked at Gojo.

“I- We- Fi- Apartment,” was all you could manage to say. Gojo looked at you with concern. He came and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, while rubbing your back. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I need to go to my apartment. There was a fire.” You managed to finally say before breaking down.

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#Gojo x reader #mafia au #Modern au #jjk au

[sootygoggles]

Parent!Paranoia Sanders Sides AU!

No explanation, but I'll probably give the backstory later. For now: memes of Paranoia being an A-class parent and a chaos gremlin. (okay it started as memes but then just ended up as fleshing the AU out)

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Paranoia, worried abt his kids: I'm uhhhh gonna go to my room see ya later light sides

Paranoia, sneaking back into the subconscious to check on his now teenaged children: I'm gonna leave duke a r a t that I found and thought looked cool

Duke, waking up the next morning and yelling for 'Nesty bc "HOLY CRAP NESTY LOOK AT THIS RAT ISN'T SHE ADORABLE I WANNA HANG HER ON THE WALL": !!!!!!!!!!

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Paranoia gets a habit of sitting on the fridge because his children were wild as kids and sometimes duke comin at you with a knife warrants jumping onto counters

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Nesty, who doesnt get paid to deal with duke: I'm raiding dads liquor cabinet it's my due for putting up with this

Paranoia, physically manifesting: put the key to the liquor cabinet D O W N, Honesty

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The lights are confused as to why he disappears at random times of the day and night and he just "leave me TF alone before I leave you a goshdarn diddly P R E S E N T while youre sleeping I'm tired"

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patton: my child! my dark strange son!!

paranoia, who has children: ,,,,yea ok

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Patton ticks him off so he leaves a big halloween decor spider on his bed and nobody sleeps for weeks after that bc pattons too scared to touch it and paranoia maybeperhaps glued it onto his cover

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He's like one of those people you know might mean well but ooooooo boy theyre pushin buttons

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Paranoia, whos fav animal/insect is spiders and whose children have tarantulas and snakes on the regular: hes not even realistic!! You need to learn to get along with mr sparkles patton!! look at him. he's fluffy!

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He has googly eyes and glitter on him at all times of course hes named mr sparkles

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paranoia gets to be a little petty. as a treat

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Paranoia just carries bags of glitter around and whenever mr sparkles gets duller he takes mr sparkles to the kitchen counter and he dumps glitter on him

Logan and patton are tired of cleaning up bc paranoias just petty enough to make their counters eternally sparkly

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"why is there glitter all over the kitchen?"

paranoia, holding mr sparkles: :)

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Paranoia, after AA: I hate purple but they dont know that now do they

Paranoia is actually orange the last side is purple lol

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Chaos Gremlin dark sides and nobody is surprised bc paranoia raised them

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paranoia, going back to see his teen children after acting like a teen all day: what is up, fellow kids

honesty: i am going to lose it

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Wrath, coming to yell at them to keep it down: why are you purple I'm purple

Paranoia, cackling bc finally I can get out of this horrible color: *snaps fingers * I'M PARANOIA MOTHERTRUCKERS HAVE FUUUNNNNN I'M GONNA BE MAKING YOUR LIVES LIVING HELL FROM THIS POINT FORWARDS

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duke and nesty, pumped for halloween bc u l t i m a t e s p o o k: :D

paranoia, coming out in a traffic cone costume with a shit eating grin on his face: :D

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Paranoia, decorating for halloween bc "oh I'm sorry it's just the *sniffles * homesickness and we a l w a y s decorated for halloween" knowing full well all of his decorations are spider and witch themed bc they all like the salem witch trials

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He leaves ONE fake snake in romans cereal and the lights just. Lose it. Hes kicked back into the subconscious to be chaotic with his kids, no new side, just the hours upon hours of film hes gotten from the bugs hed placed around the unconscious and a plan for the next several movie nights

He gets back and honesty is w h e e z i n g bc he was watching through the cracks and they make a fail compilation of the light sides

It takes like two months for the lights to just go insane with him around not due to yknow paranoia but bc hes such a gremlin

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Patton asks if he was raised by wolves and he shoves mr sparkles at patton saying "take the issue of how I was raised up with my father, a-hole!!"

He doesnt actually curse he just yells "A-HOLE" so loud his kids can hear

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They dont find out he's a dad until hes summoned and hes making cookies or smt with the kids and hes in a bright orange stereotypical witch outfit,,, corset and all and an apron that says "worlds most chaotic dad" on the front

And hes talking to one of the kids like "duke you can only put dish soap in your batch nesty cant digest it like you can"

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Patton has an apron that says worlds least chaotic 'dad' courtesy of paranoia he made it himself(read: he stole pattons good apron and scribbled over it in sharpie)

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Paranoia is always close to cackling when around the lights bc theyre newbs to any chaos

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Roman and remus are twins but roman is the kind of kid to promptly forget abt anyone and logan n patton knew remus less than a day before he "disappeared" aka ran to the subconscious to explore and theyve just kinda blocked him out

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Logans fine with it and actually likes the decorations tho he has asked if they had to be so brightly coloured and if there had to be so much glitter

I say decorations but hes a secret gremlin at heart and is super close to snickering at all times bc of the pranks

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Also yes paranoia mildly dads roman it's great but he dads in an older sibling type way

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So pat and logan are all "hes fitting in as an older brother well" and they tell him abt their approval of his older brother chaos and hes just like "no this is how I am deal with it nothing to do with brothers" bc hes not telling them abt his kids he doesnt trust them

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Hes up at like midnight complaining with logan abt how patton doesnt let him be full chaos gremlin and logan says "mmmhmm did your parents in the dark side let you go wild with the chaos" and paranoia just,,,,, looks at him, dead in the eyes, and says "I dont have parents"

Cue logan being confusion

Paranoia, who genuinely didn't have parents: my parents are mr sparkles and the cat we've had for my entire life

Logan, who doesnt know they had a cat and is now worried bc "are you taking care of it???": ???

Paranoia: it's great for keeping the Others in line tho I just say "do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin" and they do their chores while I'm making dinner

logan, incredibly confused: i don't know what you mean but ok

Paranoia: yeah theyre dumb but it's the level of dumb youd expect from my idiots

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Or he slips up and refers to them as his children/kids and logan, not realizing they have an Actual Father/Sons relationship/age difference(paranoias abt.late 20s early 30s, remus defies all logic and has been about 9-10 for a few years now, and dees like early teens) just says "huh how.interesting would it be to have to deal with people your age that immature" and paranoias just. "Y e a h t h e y r e t o t a l l y t h e s a m e a g e a s I a m"

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Duke is very much baby and upon seeing duke eating glue paranoia and honesty the idiots decided to try it too

theyre so dumb dsdhdhdhjsdh

They AREEE and paranoia, after discovering that duke has the h a r d i e s t immune system they decide to test exactly what he can and cannot safely eat bc he may be dumb but hes also def a Dad and he just wants to take care of his kids and if that includes making sure that duke can safely consume toilet bleach then so be it

Duke can eat almost anything short of actual cyanide but cyanide just makes him sick like stomach bug sick

He somehow gets a fever,,,,, he has it for like half an hour and paranoia is amazed

Hes in bed,,,,, paranoia makes him soup,,,,,, hes all better and running around again

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Paranoias parenting rules:

Dont murder your brothers pls

Do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin

Glitter is always a yes

Insults are fine just make sure you dont overstep and make your brothers insecure

all of them are printed and then the last one is scrawled at the bottom in

If you get sick, tell him immediately bc he will find out and he will be the most obsessive parent to make sure you feel better ASAP

If your pronouns/name/function change, tell him immediately, he'll make sure you dont feel uncomfortable as well as he can

Duke dont put dish soap in honestys baked goods you know he cant digest it

It's a nice system for making chaos but keeping it manageable

They're all printed then the last one's scrawled in glitter gel pen and duke wrote a reply that said (I'm sorry yall dont have as good an immune system as I do)

There was a whole passive aggressive arguement on the bulletin for the next week before it got taken down to make room for dukes art

They eventually started just putting them up over each other and using magnets instead of thumbtacks

The entire bottom portion of the walls are painted in chalkboard paint so theres no unerasable drawing on the walls and the rest of the paint is magnetic so they can hang pieces everywhere

Dukes improving rapidly tho and doesnt like looking at his old art all the time so paranoia holds onto the drawings in several filing cabinets in case he ever wants to do redraws or needs his original prints to make something in the Imagination

also bc,,, sentimental

jus a little

Yeah bc "yes my child draws nothing but blood gore and new animals but hes a creative genius and I love all of his art"

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Roman: anxiety I can see why you left

Paranoia: ??? What?? It's spoopy season??

Roman: there was BLOOD on the WALLS

Paranoia, internally: oh!!!! Duke perfected his blood recipe!!!!

Paranoia, externally: how did it taste?

Roman: WHO TASTES THE BLOOD ON THE WALLS?!?!

Paranoia: if it tasted like lemons or citrus you need to stay off of most foods, stick to crackers and broth- don't eat anything heavy until you're sure you wont throw it up

Patton, who was making cereal: ????

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Also!!!! @iliveinprocrasti-nation Thanks for helping me flesh this AU out!!!

#paranoia sanders #honesty sanders #the duke #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #as family #parent!paranoia #aka adventures of the strange dark son and his strange 'dark' sons #this started as memes then devolved to worldbuilding #sanders sides #deceit sanders #technically??? #thats his code name #??? #idk #remus sanders #hes there and hes baby #but he goes by the duke #honesty actually controls how much thomas tells the truth but shhhhhh we're trying to raise him as a gremlin #the lights don't actually know abt duke and honesty theyre just #all they know is that there are other s but they dont know who or what they are #paranoia wants to keep it that way #hes just super protective okay???? #hes doing his best #but uhhhh yeah duke's baby hes like five #dark sides as family

[creepy-bi-day]

Eeeee, sorry this is so long- but uh, starting off with looks- I have dirty blonde to brown hair that goes from below my chin in the front to my upper back. Blue eyes(that my dad says look like the sky) with bad vision, so therefore glasses, and a round face. I'm 5'5" on a good day and pretty chubby(very insecure about it unfortunately). I usually wear baggier clothes, but when I'm feeling a bit more confident I wear things that are a bit tighter.

Personality: I'm an introvert! But when with people I know well I tend to be more open and outgoing. I'm very indecisive, so I sometimes depend on other people to help me make decisions, but I can come to conclusions on my own after a bit of thought. I take time to process things, and it's harder for me to process when things are going fast, there's confusion/misunderstanding, or more than one person is talking to me. It helps when someone lets me go through things step by step when need be. I also tend to forget and lose track of things easily. This could be anything from remembering far off due dates, to a story I was trying to tell but got sidetracked by a detail I wanted to explain. I'm a little chaotic, but overall pretty wholesome? I've been told I'm extremely loyal, and I do my best to be honest and understanding.

Interests/Likes: I love to draw and sing, and I love listening to music. I love the rain, cloudy weather, and the forest. I liked playing softball, although I don't anymore, and I don't mind going out on walks. I enjoy slightly cold weather, and just the right temperature weather. I also don't mind car trips, as long as I don't go too long without stretching.

Pet peeves/Dislikes: If I get interrupted too frequently I get pretty upset. I hate loud and/or repetitive noises, screaming and yelling and some loud noises scare me, and when I get too overwhelmed repetitive noises make me feel worse. I'm okay with a little bit of teasing and sarcasm, but too much of it annoys me and makes me a little upset. I understand if it's all in good fun, but it's something I'd rather avoid unless I'm with good friends.

Extra: I tend to pick up things from people or things around me, either actions or sayings. My main love language is quality time, followed by words of affirmation, physical touch, acts of service, and finally receiving gifts. I suffer from depression, and I'm pretty sure i have ADHD? So there's that-

I hope this isn't too much? And don't feel like you need to rush to do this at all- I'm completely okay with waiting. Love you lots, and ty!! 💓💓💓

Hi Cap! Since you didnt ask for uhh nsfw ill jsut do sfw and fluffy shit! I love you too, sweetness!

I ship you with...

Hayden!

Tbh? You probably caught his eye by doing something mundane

Like doodling out while he was taking a walk in the woods

Probably got distracted and walked over to you

“Aren’t you cold?”

They’re quiet when they walk so like, probably surprised you beyond measure

“Oh, um, no?”

After you’ve met, they’ll probably look at that spot they found you every time the weather is cloudy.

Make friends with you first.

Tbh he’s probably the one that made the first move.

“Hey, you-let’s go on a date?”

Cue surprised capri noises

He loves cuddle time, and probably will take you on dates to just stargaze and shit

After all, you’re both introverts.

He’s still a bit quieter, and loves listening to you when you open up

They’re not afraid to speak their mind, though.

If something is bothering them or they want to do something, you’ll know

Finds you absolutely adorable, and tries to help with your self confidence

“C’mere, you’re an absolute angel, Cap~.”

Low key wears platforms a bit more often just to be taller than you

Just wants to hold your hand most of the time, and is super shy about it sometimes

“Can I-um-hand?”

“Hayden, you dont have to ask.”

If you’d like, Hayden would love to sing to you

They love singing and will probably try to write you songs, shitty as they are

He doesn’t really understand sarcasm well, and gets pissy when people pick on you in general

Like I’ve mentioned, they’re a bit of a yandere.

So don’t go flirting with others or spending time with other people too often around them

They will kidnap you.

“I thought you knew? I’m the only one that can make you happy~.”

#day talks #hayden #fletch #matchups #my writing #matchup

[ryuijsakamoto]

I just would like to take a moment to talk about my fave headcanons i have for all the characters

Akira:

he is the most OVER DRAMATIC bitch on this earth

he definitely did theatre at some point in his life

after his arrest he sometimes gets really nervous and has trouble conveying his words. he stumbles over them and cant convey his point well

ann and haru like to braid his hair sometimes

when he was younger he faked not being able to see so he could get glasses, it didnt work tho

so hence now he wears fashion glasses

he had braces in middle school

there is One(1) picture of middle school akira. One

he 1000000000% believes in ghosts and has since he was a child

aliens though? not real.

takes lots of selfies when he moves back and sends them to his friends often

biggest flirt but if u flirt back with him he. Dies cannot talk his face is fully red and hes hiding behind his hands

takes every opportunity to visit his friends 

claims hes not a sap but futuba swears she saw him crying over a handwritten thank you card from ‘’that one arcade kid names the kind or smth’’

Ryuji:

when he was a kid he has a fluffy mess of hair similar to akiras and it was the cutest thing ever

he needs reading glasses but no one knows because hes embarrassed by them

he likes to doodle on papers, hes not an artist but he likes to make dorky quick drawings in the corner of his paper

he has trouble focuing sometimes and likes to tap his foot silently or draw lines on paper to help him focus

calls yusuke and akira pretty boy by habit, it started as teasing but then it just became a Habit

he keeps every gift his friends give him and therye very dear to him

he has akira help him dye his hair

when one of his friends is gone / in danger he doesnt dye his hair again until he knows theyre safe

his mom sewed his purple jacket for him herself

he likes to cook and bake

he hold his bros..bro come cuddle me...he very affectionate with his friends and casually touches like hugs, hands over shoulders, etc.

sings to himself when hes alone

Ann:

she has a pretty popular instagram account

she has really bad handwriting

like ryuji, very affectionate 

she loves beanies and wears them especially in the snow

likes to make pointless arguments with ryuji sometimes, stuff like is water wet?

likes to curl her hair over breaks, thinks it looks cute

she loves to watch sappy romance and drama shows / movies

she stress eats

hates when people attack her friends on her instagram 

she has pet fish 

she picked up gardening from haru, its only a small plants and she forgets to water it sometimes but shes trying her best

Yusuke:

he is secretly a sucker for cutely decorated sweets

he had a small anime phase, not that he told madarame, but he has a box full of his old anime drawings and he will Never show them to anyone

he, like ryuji, sometimes drawes in the corners of his papers

unlike ryuji his are more detailed n not as dorky, its usually a detailed flower pattern or something of the sorts

he straightens and dyes his hair

his room? full of art pieces and posters u cannot see his original walls

he always has his phone on dnd and forgets to check it for days sometimes

he has 5 pairs of the same shirt, each one for a different occasions (they all look the same though...we dont ask why)

when he gets too worried over his art and stuff usually his friends will drag him out of his room and make him go eat with them

his friends pictures in his phones are hand-drawn little sketches he did

when hes concentrating really hard he puts his bangs into a ponytail so they dont fall in his face

so clumsy. he trips over everything

Makoto:

got through school before highschool without having to study

is not good with change

loves cute plushies and clothes

is Tired please give her a break

when Sae notices shes overexerting herself she makes sure to leave some of makotos favorite food and a small note for makoto on her bed

she just loves her sister very much

actually really likes spicy foods

u mention around her youre having trouble in school? not getting enough rest? forgot your lunch? Mom Mode Makoto activated

when shes alone she can curse up a storm

likes to play poker

is really good at talking to people and keeping up frienships

after highschool she is always busy u wanna hangout? she has 2 available days for the next 5 months

Futuba:

she has braces. she despises them

a very picky eater

sometimes she falls back into her old habits of hiding and isolating herself, when that happens shes learned to text someone and they sit outside her door and talk to her untill shes feeling better

cries easily, especially over characters and shows

has a phantom thieves fan account

when morgana and akira move away she gets a cat plushy because she misses her friends

shows everyone so many fun online things, discord? they have s discord gc because of her

akira has to remind her to drink water and fix her posture too much

wants to cosplay

shes really nervous for her first day of school but joker texts her all throughout the day even if he got in trouble for it

surprisingly a morning person

Haru:

she Runs on caffeine

likes to spoil her friends, yusuke spent all his money again? heres enough to get home and also buy a 3 course meal 

works at a plant shop even though she doesnt really need to because she loves being around plants

plays piano and cello

touch starved pls hug her PLEASE

likes to fish

cutest laugh please protect her

also dabbled in acting, though hers was more classical stuff like shakespear

she loves golf and swimming

knows how to fight and will do so if needed

she bullet journals

Akechi (in general + if he got to stay with the pt):

actually doesnt have a strong opinion on pancakes, just was really feeling like eating pancakes that day when he overheard morgana

he loves the praise he gets but the spotlight is exhausting

shido told him long hair didnt look good on him once so now he refuses to cut it out of spite

loves to watch gordan ramsey, thinks its hilarious

Bottles up his emotions like crazy

actually really caring towards his friends, always checking up on them and making sure theyre taking care of themselves

loves shit talking his dad, esp with ryuji haru and yusuke who join him and shit talk their own father figures

he wears colored contacts

writes poetry, no one knows this though

cannot back down from a bet, tell him that he wont eat that spoonful of wasabi? hes choking it down with tears but at least he proved you wrong

kinda very incredibly petty

a big fan of mythology, he looked into it after getting his loki persona

loves movie dates with the phantom theives

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[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

I wrote a Dewey Finn/reader fanfic again.

Bare with me... its LONG. Also angst ahead, followed by our fluffy rock-god, who is too sweet for this world 😍.

The reader has a panic-attack and dewey is there to save the day.

Hope you enjoy. 💕 Lots of love.

High anxiety.

You sat on the floor of your living room. Shaking. Breathing heavily, said breath squeeking with each breath as you inhaled. Dread and panic settling in your chest as you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to get your shit together. You felt your breaths getting shorter. Havier. And you felt the panic in your chest rising.

It had been a while since your last panic attack. A part of you was glad that your boyfriend wasnt home right now. It would be pathetic if Dewey saw you like this. Another part of you however, was getting even more fear since he wasnt home with you.

You knew Dewey for years, and since the years of friendship you two had shared, before tumbling into a relationship, he knew just what to do to help you calm down during said panic attacks.

You felt your heart clenching at the thought of him helping you each time you suffered like this, feeling even more helpless since he wasnt home with you.

Between shallow squeeking breaths and your racing heartbeat you sobbed. Tears streaming down your face in sheer panic. Feeling incredibly alone and scared you hyperventilated even more. Knowing it would be a while untill Dewey would come home, since it was only 12am. And he had to teach the kids untill 3.

"Wel... fuck fuck fuckerdy fuck..."

You felt so stupid, worthless, scared, sad and really REALLY anxious. You closed your eyes and pulled your knees towards your chest, as a pile of panic on the floor. Still crying and hyperventilating you managed to grab your phone as you texted Dewey, with shaking hands typing the message: 'panic' as you struggled to send the message through your blurred vision if tears and shaking nerves.

"Please read my text. Please read my text. I need you Dew-drop."

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Dewey drove so fast he just knew he was gonna get in trouble for it. However, he didn't have a single fuck to give right now. When he saw your text he practically ran out the classroom, shouting to the kids he had to go home and tell summer to get miss Mullens in the meantime.

Dewey's mind was clouded with worry as he raced home to you.

He was glad that you thought about texting him before your attack got worse... if you waited too long doing he knew you wouldnt be capable of doing so. He anxiously watched the time... still 3 more minutes. He hoped you were doing okay...

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It felt like you were sitting on the floor for hours. Sobbing violently, now full on hyperventilating. Your face wet from the tears. Your vision blurry from the tears and the hyperventilating was starting to make you see black spots everywhere you looked.

At this the heaviness of your chest only grew, and you felt your panic starting to rise even more.

You closed your eyes, pulling your head between your knees in a last attempt to make yourself calmer. The only thought repeating in your brain was: "deweydeweydeweydewey..."

As you sat at the floor, in full on panic mode you didnt realise Dewey rushing through the front door, his eyes growing wild in terror as he saw your helpless form sitting on the floor. He had to remind himself to breath calmly himself... deciding that he needed to be calm and assuring in this situation. Instead of stressing his ass off. He ran a hand trough his hair, collecting himself for your sake, as he walked calmly towards you.

Your had eyes still closed tightly, clinging your own knees so hard it turned your knuckels white, with your head still pressed firmly between them. Blocking the outside world. Your breathing was a mess, squeeking and uneven and all over the place.

Dewey was slowly coming closer to you, his worry grew each time you took in a high pitched fast breath. He was calculating every step he made towards you, the last thing he wanted was to scare you even more.

He figured sneaking up at you like this wouldnt do you any good, but you haven't seen or heard him approach you yet. So he decided that the first thing to do was to make you notice that he was there with you, that you didnt had to face this alone.

He started crouching down so he was leveling with you as he slowly started to hum a song.

Through your ragged short breaths you distantly heard someting, something other than your own sobs. Your ears perked up slightly, trying to focus on the sound instead of the feeling of panic that was heavy in your chest. You slowly started to recognise the song that you heard. It was the first song that Dewey ever played for you on his guitar.

You opened your eyes, your head hesitantly moving up. Anxiety and panic still as heavy as your breathing.

You looked upward and saw the concerned face of Dewey. Your Dewey. Your breath still squeaking, it took you a lot of efford to focus on him. But just seeing Dewey grounded you a bit.

He spoke with the softest calmest voice he could manage: "Hey sweetheart, you back with me? Keep your eyes on me, okay love? Can you do that for me? Just look at me and focus on my voice. Your doing great. Your gonna be fine sweetheart. Im here with you, your not alone."

You conintued to look at him. Relieved that Dewey was with you now.

"Thats it love. Keep those pretty eyes on me. I am gonna move closer to you, is that okay?" It took you all your willpower to nod once. He smiled at that, glad you showed him you heard him.

He scooted closer to you, as he kept lulling in his soft voice: "thats it sweetheart. Your doing great y/n, just focus on my voice. Keep looking at me sweetheart.

As he reached the point across you he carefully touched your knees, making sure you were okay with him doing so. Holding intense eye contact to notice the slightest bit of worry on your face as he touched you.The said worry on your face never came.

Still hyperventilating you noticed his hand laying sofly on your knee. He was still staring intently at you, his eyes were calm and assuring. He asked: "is this okay love? Is it okay if i touch you?" Again it took you all the willpower you had to nod at him. He smiled a bit at that. He knew from previous attacks that telling you what he was doing helped you with your anxiety.

Dewey very gently moved his other hand on your knee too. And started to move them up and down in a soothing way. All the while speaking: "Your doing great sweetheart. Im here with you. Just focus on the sound of my voice, keep your pretty eyes on me and feel my hands on your knees. Your gonna be okay. Breath with me love. Breath in. Breath out. Thats it, your rocking it. In with me. Out with me..."

You breathed in and out with dewey together. You felt the fog in your mind clearing at his voice and the pressure on your chest was becoming less heavy with each stroke on your knee. Your breathing gently slowing down bit by bit.

Dewey noticed this and beamed at you, moving closer untill he could properly hold you.

The sight alone made your heart flutter, and you managed to smile a tiny smile back at him, as you welcomed his embrace. Still unable to move you two sat on the floor for a while. Dewey proceeded to guide your breathing and his voice and presence literally banned your anxiety slowly. "Thats it love. In.... Out.... in.... out...."

As minutes had passed and your breathing was back to normal you managed to scoot even closer to him, cuddling in his safe embrace.

He hold you tight in his arms, humming as he did so. You sighed, as he rocked your body back and forward... his voice humming your thoughts away. You were surrounded by the comfort and love Dewey provided. You inhaled deeply trough your nose, the scent of dewey making you feel safe. He smelled like cinnamon, coffee, and a little bit of sweat combined with... tea tree oil...? He must have used your shampoo this morning. You couldnt supress a smile creeping up your face. Gosh, you loved that man.

Dewey noticed your slight smile appearing, followed by some tears rolling down your cheeck. Your emotions crashing in with full force, you just realized Dewey had come home early... just because you had a stupid panic attack. You mumbled in the crook of his neck: "im sorry Dew... im so sorry..."

Deweys mind worked fast at this. The chance of you panicking again closing in, and he knew he had to stop it. Fast.

You were in the middle of mumbling apologies as you felt a hand stroking your hair, and calloused fingers wiping your tears away as Dewey pecked every inch of your tear-stained face. He tried to speak while kissing you: "sweetheart *kiss* not *kiss* your *kiss* fault *kiss*...."

You chuckled at his attempt to kiss and talk at the same time. His scruff tickeling your face with each kiss.

He pulled away from pecking your face slighty to look you in the eyes and stroke your cheeck as he spoke:

"Y/n... love... dont say that. Its okay. Im here. I always will be here. Its not your fault, you did a good job texting me before it got worse. Your doing great. Your gonna be okay now. I love you SO much..." To prove his piont he kissed your nose.

You nodded. Smiling and knowing you had the BEST boyfriend ever.

He pulled you even closer to him, you were almost sitting on his lap now. His strong arms holding onto your waist, as he lulled in your ear:

"Should i draw you a bath, love? It might be good for your tense muscles... I'll even put your favorite oil in it for you..." he sing-songed the last scentence and you snorted at that.

He chuckled as well, glad he'd made you laugh.

You felt him moving to get up, but you tensed at this whispering: "Dew...."

His hand now slowly moving his way across your belly as he replied: "hmmm?"

You whispered with a shaky voice: "would you... do you mind... uhm..."

Deweys thumb moved tiny circles around your belly button as he kissed your neck softly: "I'm coming with you if you like that... you don't have to be alone now... no worries, okay?"

You nodded again. Dewey helped you on your feet and held your hand as you two walked the stairs.

You stripped down your clothes as Dewey prepared the perfect bath for you both. He slipped in first, and you rested against his torso in the tub. His chin resting on your head, and his armes wrapped around your waist. You felt the falling and rising of his chest behind you calming you even more. You closed your eyes, reveling in the moment before you broke the silence: "Thankyou Dewey.... i love you"

After pressing a kiss on the top of your hair he replied: "Anytime sweetheart, i love you too."

You shifted lightly is his grasp, turning so you were with your head on his chest now, his grip around you never leaving. He started to comb his hands trough your hair while humming softly into your ear.

And at that moment, you felt calm and safe in Dewey's embrace.

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