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primrosebow · 3 days
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Do you draw or write for the girls? Because I would love seeing any type of Lute, Charlie or Vaggie art in your style
Also I would eat your art 20/10
Short answer: yahhh xoxo💞
Long answer:
_-->Various hazbin hotel women x reader // art
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!Content warnings!:the usual nsfw, this has the gals listed in the ask🫡 a few headcannons added for flavor, gn reader cause I never specified literally anything, more words than usual.
We are SO BACK 💪💪💪 request things ‼️ My activities would get me perma banned from the vatican, I'm afraid.
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Charlie //
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I, unlike most other people here, believe that charlie most often tries to take the role of a dom! She's used to trying to fix everyone else's problems, but, she'll crumble if she ever gets treated like the perfect princess that she is. Call her beautiful, praise her, give her that affection she desperately needs. She's been helping her citizens for so long, she deserves to get taken care of!
Honestly, when you slowly push that vibrator inside her after what felt like an agonizing ammount of time for prepping, she was ready to cry on the spot. She can barely believe you even talked her into being in the receiving end of this -she's the one supposed to be pleasing you!- Getting this much attention and love made her brain go all fuzzy and tears well up in her eyes as her limbs felt weak; she was trembling far too much from the overwhelming pleasure she felt right then to truly care about what this whole situation did to her ego.
She doesn't realize her horns have made an appearence as she pleads with you: come on! You were giving her so much attention just a minute ago! Please! Being as close to you as possible is her only wish right now. Her pitiful tone and cries for you directly contradict how her tail is shaking at it's tip, much like that of an excited cat -she's enjoying this far more than she expected-.
If you do decide to give in and finally rub on her already overstimulated clit just as you had been doing before, she'll cling onto you for dear life- practically sobbing as you give her precisely what she needs. Maybe she can get used to being treated nicely by you. (She learns that she cannot get enough of the overwhelming passionate act of letting you be in control, it's far too good for her to only experience it once.
She'll soon get a little cocky though... she isn't the daughter of the king of pride just because of her name, if you catch what I'm throwing)
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Vaggie //
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Vaggie has placed quite a notorious quantity of expectations on herself. She's always been this way, and, continues to be despite your affirmations of her worth. Your constant and relentless words of praise to her: how beautiful she is, how strong, how perfect, how brave, how hot- it all got to her head very quickly. Your words contradicted her thoughts on herself but the way you kiss along her neck makes any thought melt away from her brain and be replaced with pure emotion.
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"Mh.. please, darling- I-" she tried to form a sentence, eventually getting cut off by her own moans. Her nightgown was pushed up as she laid with her back against your bed, squirming slightly as she feels your fingers rub against her insides. She clenches around you as you drag your thumb over her swolen clit, which was begging for your attention since the very start of this. Her hips stutter as she can't pick between indulging the stimulation and running away from the pleasure.
Her eyes struggle to keep themselves open, but you had told her to look at you during this. She couldn't let you down. Not when you were saying she was "doing so good f'me". Those are some of the few words that can pierce through the thick veil of the ecstasy-like feeling of your attention and carve themselves into her very soul. She was good. Good for you. She couldn't ask for anything better, and, won't- can't be letting you down.
You.. leave her easy tasks such as looking at you and being a little quieter just so she feels like she's still, in some way, being useful to you. Slow and steady wins the race, and, soon enough you hope to remove the constant anxiety of servicing you from the act of love you want to give her.
Lute //
Lute is quite interesting because she has this weird duality between wanting approval and not being able to take said approval. Sometimes, she'll activelly attempt to rile you up enough that you'll punish her (something you have already told her is not necessary, since you can be harsher on her if she simply asks) but please don't blame her! She's just used to being treated roughly, it's "safer" for her to stay in her comfort zone of thorns and cruel words at first.
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But only at first. Like I said, she really does want to feel loved. One of the first times you attempted to give her the affection she craves, after having learned that she can't deal with the purely lovey, sappy affection yet, you had to get resourceful with bringing her the love she needs.
"Awh sweetheart, you can't handle this?" You dig your fingers even deeper into her, a squelching noise arises from the action because of just how wet she already is. She groans at your words, and, if you didn't know any better, she'd have sounded like any other cheap sinner from lust with how aroused she was at your teasing. But you do know better. Your comment- it was slightly mocking, it was maddening; it was a challenge. For her to keep her composure for as long as she can. Lute grabs onto you even harder so she can regain some sense of stability, finally locking eyes with you. She moves her hips slightly against your fingers. Despite it being her own action, she groans. She says in a shaky tone
"Do your worst."
Ah, you can't deny such a request, now, can you?
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BONUSSSSSSSSS‼️
Velvette //
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"Agh- fuck you! H-ah-" she tried to act mad, don't get her wrong. She really did. But that's astoundingly hard to do when your lover has their hand in your panties and is currently relentlessly and harshly rubbing against your clit like it was the last thing they'll ever touch.
You really could not have picked a worse time to do this; right before one of her new collection showcases? Did you want her to die? You forcefully push her thighs apart when she pressed them toguether, not letting her even attempt to get back a semblance of composure. As if that wasn't enough, you had locked her bracelets toguether behind her back, and, even if she wouldn't admit it to a single soul, it really turned her on.
She tried to think as hard as she could, try to offend you, try to play her own pleasure down, but she really couldn't. Empty remarks about your incompetence or appearence or literally anything she could get her mind around slowly melted away into moans and whines, the much too familiar shame from getting overwhelmed so easily by you also pushed aside by a desperate search for her own release.
When she finally did cum, she doesn't hold back on how loud her moan of your name was, her thighs trembled as she leaned on your body for support. She intentionally turns her head away from the mirror so she won't be faced by her own overstimulated self, and much less your self-satisfied grin as you watch her panting against you.
Oh gods... what was she doing again? Hmm.. OH YOU BASTARD YOU RUINED HER PANTIES! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE THAT FABRIC WAS? FUCK YOU.
Let's just hope that the fashion gossip blogs don't catch onto how uncharacteristically out of breath she was during that showcase!
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I love piracy so much RAHHHHHH‼️‼️ if buying ain't ownin, piracy ain't stealin, but I wish it were. IMAGINE‼️ you download idk ratatouille and they just don't have it anymore. "Guys they took ratatouille again..." I wish. I wish watching media through torrent sites was like taking various items from ikea.
I WOULD download a car.
@bigfatbimbo cause of the little bonus of velvette
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devourers-of-god · 1 month
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Hello again! As I understand it, applications are still open aha... I hope I haven't tormented you (sorry, I'm just wildly delighted with your work, and there are too many ideas in my head)
In general... it seems to me that it is quite difficult for Sally to open up to people, despite the fact that he is a very kind boy. It seems to me that he may be shocked by excessive tactility and emotionality
So, what about an overly active f!reader who likes to hold hands with friends, and hugs at a meeting, and kisses on the cheeks (sorry, this is literally me, and at the same time all my friends are not particularly tactile, aha ...). I was thinking that the reader might like Sal... how do you think he would react? And yes, it can be either fan fiction or headcannons, whatever you want aha. I will read everything with pleasure!!!
HI!! thank you SO much for the compliments, you are the sweetest! You are SO right about Sal D: ANS ALSO you do not torment me !!!! the requests are slow these days and im sooo happy you're taking the time to ask me stuff !I will do a one shot for this lololsorry this took a while to write, I had exams, school and work :P BUTTT I got my drivers licence LOLLL okep thanks for your request!!! and if you ever have more ideas, it will be my pleasure to try and portray your ideas with my writing!
SAL X OVERLY AFFECTIONATE READER
Warnings: None, fluff ? u guys are not dating lololol
Type: Oneshot
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Oneshot -
Everyone described you with few words; bubbly, a social butterfly and VERY affectionate. You were not shy to pour your heart out to someone when needed, but you also were the first one to help a friend in need.
You always thought that being this touchy and nice to people was just common manners, until you be friended Sal Fisher.
Sal Fisher was an interesting individual, his everyday life was affected by years of torment explained by his flashbacks. He wasted a lot of his youth because Sal was isolating himself, not talking to anyone, not even his father. Even though his ''beloved'' father wasn't trying to help him to begin with. Though, this caused the young boy to develop an awkwardness to someone's touch and Sally could not properly explain to someone how he felt, he couldn't quite put words on his true feelings. Being touched, brushed or even just the thought of all this, made Sal feel something he couldn't even express. Sal was hollow, basically a shell of a human.
You luckily moved to Nockfell, the infamous town that your family wanted to move in so bad. You and your family landed in the Addison's apartments, there you met the tall Larry Jonhson. It was easy to get along with this guy anyway, you found yourself very lucky that day because the metalhead introduced you to Sal Fisher. You two will eventually end up together, but you don't know that yet.
For you, it was love at first sight. You Immediately complimented the way Sal presented himself. Basically showering him with compliments, especially his mask and hair. It wasn't your fault that you're this friendly, its the usual y/n. Sal Fisher felt almost claustrophobic by your gestures, weirdly appreciated that. You were not aware but this boy is secretly craving compliments, being this lonely for this long had affected the poor boy.
As the weeks passed, you and the blue haired boy hung out often, which made you delighted. You two were eating lunch together while the others had an art project to complete. Mr. Fisher and you were discussing when suddenly Sal made you laugh, your reflexes got the best of you and pushed him gently. Sal smiled to himself as his face turned crimson. ''God you are so funny, you need to stop my cheeks are hurting!!'' You confessed as you chuckled lightly. ''Pretty sure my name is Sal ,y/n'' your crush responded. You punched his shoulder gently, just as a way of saying to shut it. You knew that Sal was not introduced properly to your love language, but luckily you asked his closest friends about all of this. They approved to you that the masked boy isn't disturbed by it. It motivated you to not hide your true self, since your upcoming boyfriend is fond of it.
In an instant, the bell rang. You got up quickly and held Sal's hand to make sure he's following. You didn't want to lose him in the crowded halls right? Or did you just want an excuse to hold his hand? Sal figured this out but never told you.
Arrived to his locker, you were so happy that day and your nature took over suddenly, you peeked a small kiss on the cheek of Sal's prosthetic. '' See ya Sal! Goodluck with your math test-'' You yelled out as you escaped. You were proud of yourself too, you really liked Sal and the only way to show it is with affection and physical touch. You could not believe you actually did that. The next class felt like it was the longest ever, the school system was seperating you from your future lover.
Meanwhile, Sal's train of thoughts was going faster than usual. He froze in place for a good 5 minutes with his face hotter than when he had the flu. He thought to himself that you might like him, but Sal reasoned himself after saying that you probably do that to everyone. He wasn't so special, he thought. Normally, affecting gestures are not welcome for Sal Fisher, but you stood out. He actually felt great in your embrace. Even though he's not quick enough to hug back sometimes, he melts every time.
''Man I know you like her, you don't even let us touch you dude.'' Larry said after Sal reported everything of today. Sal closed his locker door a bit louder than he should've.
''Fuck off Larry. She's just different I guess.'' Sal retorted, what's left of his face turned a tint of pink, ballet pink to be exact. Sal thought to himself that he was pleased that the school day finally ended, they could finally go home and play som- Sal's thoughts were cut off by you hugging Sal as a way of greeting. He felt his legs soften beneath him. Sal's heart skipped various beats. '' Hi Sal!! Oh hi Larry! What are you guys up to after school?'' You smiled wildly as you got closer to Sal, which made him shiver. Larry started to smirk in a more of an evil way ''Oh I'm actually busy tonight but I know that Sal wanted to hang out with you y/n'' Sal bumped into him ''accidentally''.
Your cheeks flushed as you looked away ''I would love to! My parents are picking me up today so- text me okay?'' You ended your sentence with a small wink directed to Sal. You quickly left to go in your guardian's car. Suddenly you didn't feel like walking like everyone else, you were so happy you skipped your way to the car. Sal's jaw was hanging since Larry opened his ''dumb mouth'' as Sal would say.
''Youre welcome my man!'' Larry chuckled.
'' Get lost.''
HELLO!! hope you liked it :) I don't know why, im less satisfied with this.. if there's anything you guys think I should add please feel free to share your thoughts with me!! Per usual, stay safe and MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!! its currently almost 1 am lawd goodnight friends :) P-S: we're almost at 150 followers!!!!!! very exciting :DDDD thank you!!
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i-drop-level-one-loot · 3 months
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I saw you wanted to do something else with baby. Idk, just a quick idea, you could do headcannons of what it's like from that point. What life is like and whatever. Idk, we all love baby so this is just an idea, you don't have to write it
Have a nice day ❤️
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Actual image of Baby inside (Reader's) head
❤️ Baby Headcanons ❤️
SFW and NSFW Headcanons for my favorite parasitic yandere
Would anyone even notice? The change in (Reader's) personality...
❤️ Baby makes sure to act just nice enough for people to not hate (Reader), but also not try and hang out with them outside of work
💀 Especially a certain someone (Reader) can't seem to remember anymore
❤️ Baby does his best to pamper and care for his darling host
💀 Coworkers notice how vibrant and healthy they have become since Baby makes sure his darling is never lacking nutritionally
❤️ That isn't to say that he doesn't spoil them rotten with their favorite snacks and desserts
💀 They do everything regular couples do, just while looking like only one person
❤️ They go out frequently on dates, to the movies and the park and to restaurants
💀 During dates Baby will flatter (Reader) endlessly, making them giggle for seemingly no reason at all
❤️ (Reader) doesn't mind if people stare at them like they're a druggie, although that may be because Baby likes to make them invisible to (Reader)...
💀 Baby often laments not having a body of his own, wishing to make his own income so he can buy gifts for his darling
❤️ But despite those little regrets, he wouldn't change his current life with (Reader) for anything else~
💀 Although, sometimes (Reader's) eyes do linger for a tad too long on attractive humans they pass on the street..
❤️ But it's easy to make them forget about silly strangers
💀 Being able to shut off their attraction with a flick of his tendril, or arouse (Reader) within a second, is a very useful tactic
❤️ Getting them hot and bothered in the grocery store because he was jealous of the DILF (Reader) thought had a nice ass
💀 Having them hurry up their shopping trip to try and prevent themselves from climaxing in public
❤️ It's alright if Baby ever pushes them too far
💀 He can just make them forget about it if they won't forgive him
❤️ Sex isn't just a punishment for Baby, however; it's also a reward
💀 Anything (Reader) does, no matter how small, is warrant for sex
(Reader) clutched the edge of the sink to prevent themselves from collapsing due to their unstable, trembling thighs. "Please, stop!" They half heartedly pleaded with the entity sending shock waves throughout their brain. "I just made dinner!"
Another orgasm rocked their body, soaking their pants in their fluids. "But you were so happy with how it turned out! I only wanted to thank you for making us such a lovely meal~"
❤️ When asked if (Reader) would ever try dating, they would always happily reply that their life was already perfect
💀 "I'm already in a very committed relationship.. with myself, hahaha!"
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riddlesb1tch · 4 months
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Hiii! Omg i loveddd guardian angel! I would love to read more about reader with angel wings and the dynamic with azrielll
Would you maybe be open to write a lil bit more about that? Like headcanons or another fic whatever ure comfortable with...?
Also, are they sensitive? Do her feathers ruffle? Because that would be funny
Have a nice day!
Hi! I am so so happy you liked it!! I would love to do some headcannons! lets see...
when you first met the IC, you kept your wings hidden most of the time through magic. for a year or so of knowing you, they didn't know you had wings.
you and az always got along well so he was the first one you trusted to show your wings.
azriel was mesmerized by the sight of the large white wingspan with feather that ruffled in the wind. he tried to touch them before snatching his hand back and blushing furiously.
you could only laugh at his reaction which was caused because he thought your wings feel similar to his do when they are touched. you assured him that that was not the case and your wings were not as sensitive as illyrian wings because of the feathers.
speaking of, azriel loves to watch the way the feathers ruffle in the wind. he often, especially in the mornings, nuzzle his face into your wings because of how soft they are.
when azriel has a nightmare, you wrap your wings around him to let him know he is safe.
often when azriel comes back from a mission or has a free day, the two of you love to go out flying. because your wings are white it is easy for your to hide from azriel in foggy weather. the two of you play hide and seek in the winters when the ground is covered in snow. all you had to do is wrap your wings around yourself and crouch and you'd be invisible.
the first time you played, azriel pouted for the rest of the day because he couldn't find you.
the second time you played was after the mating bond snapped and so his shadows wouldn't leave you alone, always trailing after you like puppies so it was quite easy for azriel to find you. it was your turn to pout this time.
when you're having a bad day, you and azriel cuddle in bed while he strokes your wings. the action is very soothing which you didn't find out until the first time azriel did it and since then, you want it every time you're feeling down.
when the two of you go outside, you mostly keep your wings glamoured but since the mating bond snapped, you felt comfortable enough to let them free. azriel's shadows always swarm your wings, as if they love your wings as much as their master does, and they swat away anyone who comes even close to touching your wings.
all in all both azriel and his shadows are obsessed with your beautiful white wings and the contrast makes you look like a match made by the gods.
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whisperingeclipse · 1 year
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NSFW headcannons for Laxus, Gajeel and Cobra
ofc my first post is just plain filth, finally decided to start publishing my writing somewhere, I'm working on some actual fics but for now, I thought id just post something quick
bottom! GN! reader
any warnings will be before each of their sections
Laxus
includes ; rough sex, dom/sub undertones,exhibitionism, impact play, spanking, biting, marking, praise kink, creampies, breeding kink, aftercare
- can be very rough but can also be surprisingly tender, though it may take a bit of time into your relationship for you to start seeing that side of him
- likes being in control, having you at his will, being able to do as he wants with you
- not big on PDA but still likes to let people know your his
- if you tease him too much in public he'd definitely drag you to a more secluded location and fuck you till your legs can't stop shaking
- loves seeing his handy work after hes done with you
- marks, bites, scratches, especially loves seeing you covered in his cum
- impact play, this man definitely loves leaving marks on your ass from spanking you
- he's just obsessed with hearing you whimper and whine every time his hands come down on you, leaving your ass red and your legs shaking
- likes to praise you, telling you how good you are or how tight you feel around his cock
- loves seeing you on your knees ready to please him
- again loves seeing his cum on you but especially loves creampies (might be a slight breeding kink there....)
- also really likes being sir or maybe even master
- likes making you know you belong to him
- actually pretty good at aftercare, he likes to just lay there with you in his arms for while
- likes when he can feel your breath still hitched and body trembling from the rough treatment
- may just end up falling asleep but if not you'll help you clean up, he'll just bring a washcloth in instead of making you get up to go to the bathroom
- he can be surprisenly gentle moving the cloth over your skin even when he has such rough hands
Gajeel
includes ; bondage, retraints, degradation, dacryphilla, rough sex, choking, slight dumbifaction, marking, also very brief fisting mention
- loves tying you up and restraining you, likes how helpless it makes you look, how easy it makes what he wants to do to you
- pretty vocal, likes telling you how you belong to him or how pathetic you look taking his cock
- dacryphilla kink, seeing you start to tear up from how rough hes being and/or from the pleasure just drives him crazy
- loves choking you out too
- also leaves a lot of marks and bruises all over you
- might even get you a little collar and chain for you to wear so he can grab on it when he's ruthlessly fucking into you
- likes it when you act like a brat, likes having at least a little challenge gives him more reason to fuck you into submission
- gonna make sure he leaves you all dumbed out from his cock
- oh and he definitely has his cock pierced, it'd be nice and thick too
- loves leaving you gaping
- fisting kink if your into that
- very high stamina you're always gonna be left exhausted and sore when he's done with you
- not the best at aftercare kinda just leaves the cleaning up to you
- he honesty gets a little upset when he sees you cleaning up all his handiwork
Cobra
includes ; degradation, dubcon, intoxicated sex, aphrodisiacs, humiliation kink, edging, overstimulation, exhibitionism
- has a filthy tongue, loves seeing your reaction to him telling you all the dirty things he wants to do to you
- definitely teases you whenever he notices your having dirty thoughts though
- constantly calling you a slut, his slut
- likes it when your intoxicated, your just so cute like that how can he just keep his hands himself
- he can make a aphrodisiac that he loves using on you
- actually cant help but naturally produce the aphrodisiac when he's in heat
- obsessed with giving you head, loves tasting you and hearing you moan
- especially loves hearing you moan his name, massive turn on for him
- if you teasingly whine his name he won't be able to control himself
- such a big tease, he can't help it just seeing you get all embarrassed and flushed gets the blood rushing down south
- if he walks in on you pleasuring yourself he'll force you to carry on as he watches
- will bring up whatever dirty thoughts your having and use them to his advantage
- edging and overstimulation kink
- hearing you beg for him to fuck you or finally let you cum drives him crazy
- likes fucking you in public, teasing you about how anyone could just walk in and see how much of a filthy whore you are
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Can we have a deeper analysis in Sabo's shape language study please? It's amazing how you make him give different vibes with just his hair and I like to understand how does that work.
Oh. I'm SO glad you asked.
(The Post In Question)
Okay so this isnt the first post ive made about shape language,
Here are the others:
ASL Shapes Strawhats Shapes
i'm just gonna copy and paste the definition i have for shape language from those posts here so i dont have to write it all again.
Shape language is defined as “a concept used in art and animation to communicate meaning based on shapes we are familiar with” (source). This concept uses circles, triangles, and squares to convey an idea of the “personality” of the design without using any words.
In designs, using circles and rounded edges in your silhouette and detailing gives the design a soft and squishy look. They tend to be harmless, approachable, or changeable.
Designs using squares gives the design a solid, sturdy, and strong look. They are supportive, reliable, and inflexible
Lastly, triangle designs are sharp and directional. They are dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable.
That's base level but here's more in depth description of each design for ya:
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this one is up first!
You may notice how in this design, his hair isnt in large clumps like the others are. His hair falls delicately and waves gently with little to no hard angles.
In this design, i was trying to convey the idea of "he wasnt born to fight, but he's molded himself into someone who will." I tried to depict that by making his hair all light and feathery, his facial features soft and rounded, but also showing how he's modified his body in a pointy and aggressive way.
I didn't want to only go hard edges with the piercings though because much like he's strayed from his mold of being delicate, he's also strayed from his mold of being a cruel noble. so some of his piercings are rings, AKA: Circles.
You may also notice the different in how I've drawn the collars of these guys. the collar of this Babo's black coat falls softly, and its' arc is rounded. The shoulders don't have any padding and it rounds at the corner.
This Man Is Round.
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Next up is this Freak
This is supposed to be Triangle Him.
His hair is in larger, hard angled clumps. Indicating that he probably cut his hair himself. He did... greattt. I already headcannon him as someone who cuts his own hair, but i dont think this one ever gets any better at it.
The hard angles on his teeth, his scar, his jaw, his collar, that line i forgot to erase on the left, and his coat all give indication that this guy is Dangerous and you probably shouldnt mess with him.
I didn't have any real deeper meaning to this version, I just wanted to make him look as opposing as I could. this guy is "what you see is pretty much what you get."
Even though he doesn't have a lot of deeper meaning, I think this one is my favorite of the designs. I really love these colors on him and his hair was really fun to draw. I think I wanna draw him again at some point. I think this version of him would be very funny paired with Koala. I'm chuckling thinking about it:
Koala and her Armed and On Fire kindergartener
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And lastly this guy
Sabo's base design is very rectangle coded. From his Hat, to his face shape, to his coat. So this version was very easy to make as I didn't actually need to change that much!
I think maybe I could've made his design a little more complex? But also I think there is a beauty in simplicity for this one. He looks straightforward, reliable, and kind. He seems like the kind of guy who gets his hands dirty, not because he likes doing it, but because he does what he must for the greater good.
I really love his hazel eyes, too. I think it brings a nice warmth to his design that is really nice.
Additional comments:
I love talking about this stuff. I love designing. I love art. I love drawing so much it's so fun
Everytime I get to sit down and make some funky doodles my brain feels like 🧠🤸🧘🧜🧚🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🧚💃💃💃💃💃💃
If you got this far thanks for reading :)
I usually have a description for my designs and my choices and stuff and I forgot to do one for this post, it makes me happy to see that it was missed :)
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cookiepie111 · 6 months
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This is a silly little post that supposed to be done AGES AGO! But yeah könig working in IKEA! Also because this has been sitting for so long you can see the difference in writing and my thoughts. (Not proofread)
Crack headcannon but könig works in IKEA when he's done with the military. He's the guy who goes and builds the furniture at your house. Why, he doesn't have any else, he's good with hands, a handy man so it's not a terrible way to spend time. He's seen how soldiers with no one, no support system a man can spiral, grow restless with nothing to do, no way to take out that energy.
It also gives him a lot of human interaction (easy access to milfs, what who said that) the people he's helping are nice enough offer him food and drinks for a good job done. It's nice to be useful and get a thanks for it, it's nice to have a sense of normality. Sure he still feels weird and empty at nights sometimes but it's better than nothing better than your life falling part.
Wanted to step away from positions of leadership, have somewhat of a normal, easy life, no more watching over soldiers and the stupid mistakes they make or stressing over documents.
now he's comforting the younger staff crying in the break room and intimidating rude customers towering over them arms crossed at his chest in shirt that's threatening to burst under the pressure of his muscles. The customers don't cause problems in his store anymore.
it's a bit of jarring experience working with him. His answers are to the point. He's obviously too built to working in a place like this, but he cares for his staff. when he gets into serious mode, barking orders, he's acting more like drill coach than a store manager
oh wow this is just like the military
becomes store manger. The district managers are very scared of him and were just planing on giving him a good score but seeing how well he runs the store they're genuinely surprised.
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thesuperiorrobin · 1 year
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Damian Wayne x Hispanic fem reader, it could be either a headcanon or a one shot.
YES YES 100% YES
I had this my in draft for so long!
This is based off my Hispanic live style bc I know not everyone does it the Same. I’m living my dream quince on here bc I didn’t get to have one 😭
Warning: Errors I’m to lazy to fix 
Edit: for some reason it’s not letting me put one last bullet point on the end so
❥ Dick is playing around with the kids in the bouncy house
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❥ Damian 100% loves when you talk about your culture. The food, the dresses, the holidays you celebrate, EVERYTHING
❥ he especially loves it when you call him Spanish nicknames like, (Mi) Amor, Corazón, Cariño, etc.
❥ Damian was so happy when he came to meet your family one time and they had a meal prepped for him that was vegetarian, it looked like everyone else plate but the meat and stuff was replaced with stuff he could eat.
❥ I headcannon that Damian could speak fluently in Spanish as well as other languages. So communicated with your relatives that can’t speak English very well makes it easy for them and him.
❥ every party he goes to he notices that your family listen to the same music. And he can recognize them by name too like La Quebradora, La Chona, Baila Esta Cumbia, Te Vas Fetal, ETC. (there’s a long list I didn’t wanna write down💀)
❥ is a Selena fan. Seriously if you aren’t what are you doing with you life?
❥ Damians a fast leaner so he learns very quickly how to dance and stay on beat with everyone else but dancing to payaso de rodeo is a whole other different story that he doesn’t want to talk about😭
❥ try dancing Bachata with him and he’ll lose it.
❥ your family loves him so much they insist that you invite him over for Carne Asada💀. Idk they probably love him more than you ig
❥ they either call him ‘El Chico Rico de Wayne’ or ‘El nino con dinero’ and you tell them not to call him that. But Damian said he’s used to it which makes you feel bad😭
❥ Damian doesn’t really have a favorite food but I can see him liking Pupusas a lot.
❥ don’t even get me started with the Telenovelas and La Rosa de Guadalupe😭
❥ most of the episodes have you crying waterfalls. I’m telling you .
❥ this man can speak Spanish but he loves it when you speak Spanish back. Something about your accent just gets to him.
QUINCE EDITION: FT the whole family
❥ if you were dating Damian before you had your quince than he’s absolutely invited to it. You made him your main chambelane bc why not.
❥ Damian was never see so many people in one room alone. But when he sees you in the big puffy dress he falls in love with you all over against it’s sickening.
❥ you invited his family to your quince bc they get along with your family very well.
❥ during the father daughter dance he really wanted to kick them out bc Dick was having a moment and he wasn’t shutting up.
❥ but it’s alright tho bc you need up having a Dance with Damian after you were done with your dad
❥ Alfred took a lot of pictures and framed some of them in the manor.
❥ sometimes The older Tias would take him away from you and dance with him which is funny.
❥Jason is busting it down with the Tias
 ❥ Alfred took pictures of that too.
❥Bruce was having a nice conversation with the rest of your family members
❥ tim was stuffing his face in the back
❥ Jason was busting it down with the Tias.
❥ Dick is your laying around with the kids I’m the bouncy house
❥Dick was having fun with the kids in the bouncy house
❥Bruce was have a conversation with your parents and family.
❥Tim was stuffing his face in the back
❥ Dick was having fun with the kids in the bouncy house (do they have a name or??)
❥ Tim was eating his heart out in the candy section.
❥ and Alfreda as exchanging recipes with the grandmas 💀
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astolfofo · 10 months
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bruh i wrote this on a whim. but it needs to be said.
tw: manipulation, yandere. Nothing too much. It’s pretty mild, but it’s dazai so idk what to say. 
bruh if this flops im gonna actually cry tho. I actually used my brain to write this. even tho I used causual language and this ain’t that formal ughsdfhlkdsj. but also sorry if it’s really bad. I didn’t even proofread this I just copy and pasted it into tumblr. Also, if the ending’s kinda messy or if there’s like grammar mistakes... pls tell me I literally am so braindead rn i can’t read
would also tag people this was inspired by but this is actually half shitpost and that would be hella rude of me to do that so. lmfao. (translate: i don’t have the balls)
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I see so many people thinking that Dazai would fall for someone cheerful, and bubbly, who would approach him first.
Honestly, I disagree.
I think the opposite. Maybe it’s because I see part of myself in Dazai (and Yozo from the No Longer Human), or maybe because it’s simply because I’m not a bubbly, happy, person in general (but i wanna be with him jkjk unless… ) but. I personally disagree with that headcannon, I don’t really see it happening. Obviously, there are cases of characters liking an innocent, sweet, bubbly darling (cough. Nikolai. Chuuya. Akutagawa. Atsushi.) But, for Dazai… I feel like that would be too boring for him. Not as in he wouldn’t like it that way… but it would be too easy for him, ya know? Like there’s no challenge, there’s no… interest in doing that. Why would Dazai want someone so open, so innocent, so bubbly and kind, who would listen to anything he said? That’s not even genuine, that’s fake. Everyone has their own secrets, their lies, and they create a fake mask for everyone else to see. They wouldn’t want to show their true self… because it’d make them not only look bad… but also we’d all be extremely vulnerable. And violent.
Dazai knows this better than anyone else. I’d like to think, anyways. And innocent people like that, whether genuine or not, usually would deter him because they’re… too easy to pursue. Despite being a good liar himself, I don’t think he’d want someone who would fake the niceness, because it would be obvious from the start. Dazai doesn’t strike me as someone who would enjoy breaking his darling down (that’s Fyodor’s thing bro would definitely like someone who is fake). He has some morality, he doesn’t like using mind break. After all, that goes against what Oda told him to do. However, he’d definitely enjoy mind games, he’d like to pick you apart to get to know you better. Better than you know yourself. And once he does, he can leverage you however he likes to be his ideal woman. Even that manga q and a (I’lll find the link later) said that Dazai likes all women because he can make them into what he wants. Someone who’s outright innocent and kind wouldn’t be able to achieve that effect for him. It doesn’t offer him the challenge, it doesn’t offer him any kind of challenge in just manipulating someone innocent who barely hides anything. That would be a bad thing, and even his skwered sense of whatever morals he has would disagree with it. He wouldn’t even be able to fall for someone like that. Simple-minded people, just aren’t for him.
So, in prose, I’d like to offer an alternate idea: Dazai would like a darling that’s, obviously to a similar intelligence as him (otherwise they’d be… too easy), but very distant. Not as in a “they have a mask on”, kind of way. But in a. They’re apathetic, cold, and aren’t great at communicating kind of way. I think it’s an interesting dynamic. The first time when Dazai sees them, he may not even think much of them. Neutral cold face doesn’t say many sentences and wants him to leave. Maybe a slight fear of him, that he approached them. However, as time passes by, Dazai realizes he likes them. He genuinely craves their presence. He notices the way you don’t exactly know what his motives are, he enjoys the way you flinch when he touches your hands, or blush and do not know how to respond to his comments.
He sees all of it. And he wants to see who you really are. Behind your true mask. Maybe you’re a narcissist. Maybe you’re just a kind innocent person. Or maybe… you’re just as empty and lonely as he is. Whatever you are, he’ll eventually turn you into what he wants. It’s just a matter of time.
It’s like he’s looking at a Christmas present, and trying to guess the contents inside. The curiosity kills him. He wants to look at what it is now, but he can’t. He can’t. Until it’s Christmas day. So in the meantime, he’ll do everything except pull down the thin wrapping paper, and the apathetic, cold face you put on for everyone around you. It’s rather difficult actually, you do a pretty good job at covering your true self. You’re a skilled liar, you can control any physical reactions you have towards his questions.
But that just makes it all the more addictive.
The second you slip up, even just for a tiny. Little. Bit. Dazai is able to pinpoint a lot about you. It’s almost like he tore off a corner of the wrapping paper on his present, and he’s knows a lot about what it is. It’s more than he expected. It was just one facial expression. A face of shock, to anger, and then you calm yourself to the best of your abilities again. It’s barely noticeable to the average person. But that’s the thing. Dazai isn’t average. 
He’s the smartest man you’ll ever know.
It makes you feel conflicted. And you’re aware this is probably where Dazai wants you to be. And it is. Dazai finally was able to make a dent on the thin walls inside your mind. The walls that separated your true self, from others. And he’d pick and tear down these walls continuously until he was able to see inside.
But for Dazai... it’s his Christmas day. Dazai felt like his efforts... his waiting, his long awaited efforts were finally rewarded. All it took was one little slip on your behalf, one tiny little tear, for the wrapping paper to completely fall off. And as it lays discarded on the floor, Dazai admires the gift. He admires you. Your mind is such a vulnerable place. Yet in its own way, it’s beautiful and fragile. He feels like he physically cannot tarnish it. Yet... you’re so much more different than he thought. 
You’re niether a kind person, nor a violent one. You’re not broken, you’re not depressed nor anxious nor scared. You’re not nearly what he idealizes so much, and you’re not some insane slave to your ideals. No... what was inside that box and wrapping paper all this time was similar to a piece of piece of glass. Plainly boring in its own way... yet beautiful if shaped in the right hands. 
You’re a blank slate. Sure, you have your own trauma, your own struggles, desires, and wishes but... he’ll still do as he wants to you. 
And you won’t have a single say in it. 
You’re a blank slate. A canvas waiting to be drawn on. And draw on you he will. 
He’ll admire you, he’ll protect you, he’ll... do anything and everything to make you love him. You’ll.... you’ll learn to love him.
And in return, you’ll be the only one who will see and understand his true self.
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suckondescoconuts · 9 months
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Absolutely would love to do Tomioka, but I think I'll do Tanjiro later on through the stories/chapters. I can't think of any ideas for him yet, but I do have a story set for Giyu.
✨Thank you for being my second request✨
Gɪʏᴜ Tᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ☔︎︎
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𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜
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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝
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𐦐ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖𐦐
Giyu is a nice, sweet man, but he's not my most favorite out of the bunch. That doesn't mean I dislike him, it's just, I don't connect with him that well, but I do appreciate when he said that he'll take his life if Nezuko eats a human. He has my total respect for that. I also have to admit, I did had a crush on him before lol.
Moving forward to the headcannones.
This is going to be harder for me to write because I don't see or imagine him thinking of having sex or intercourse, I don't know why. Like he's very eager to do it, it's just not on his priority list.
Honestly, he's a quiet man, so I'm thinking maybe he's quiet in bed too, maybe to the point where you thought that your weren't pleasing him, which you were, it was just he has never grunted or moan through intercourse before.
I don't know, maybe he's embarrassed from how he sounds when he does moan (The world may never know).
He starts slow, but processing more into it, he gets needier and needier as things heat up.
He's definitely not a soft guy, but he's not rough either, he's somewhere in between.
Giyu might have an attachment issues?
He'll protect you from danger from anything and or anyone, not only demons, but humans too. He will never show the possessive side of him towards you, NEVER.
So since Giyu is a workaholic and it's his job to slay demons, y'all would definitely have sex out doors a lot, like A LOT, more often then in the bedroom.
Has a praising kink and a degradation kink, it just depends on his mood, little bit of a vanilla man.
Aftercare is sweet with him, he help as much as he can, but he gets tired quickly after all the energy he had wasted.
𐦐𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𐦐
Today was a gorgeous day, the air was nice and it was windy out. It was so beautiful and relaxing, but you couldn't participate on enjoying the peacefulness around you since you had a job to do. You were a part of the demon slayer corps and Giyu was your partner. It was easy peezy slaying the demon that was causing ruckis, but that demon lived in the mountains and it was time to walk back down the mountain that you came from. but you were too tired to walk and needed rest.
Giyu didn't listen to you and kept walking, you walked in a slow pace behind Giyu while he was in his own little world.
"Giyu please, I need rest, my legs hurt."
"If you want to be stronger than you have to get used to the pain."
You huffed in annoyance and stopped in your tracks and said no and that you needed rest, so you were going to get it.
Giyu didn't listen, again, and kept walking, until he stopped in his own tracks too and turned his head to look at you over his shoulders.
"Y/n."
"No Giyu, I need rest."
Without a thought or second, Giyu stood right in front of you with a straight, bored face of his, but straight into his eyes, you can see that you pissed him off.
"Y/n, this is your last warning."
"Or what?"
Then your back hit hard against the tree bark, taking all the air out of your lungs. Your eyes fell shut from the contact and then opened again to see his face so close to yours.
"You asked for this."
Your clothes were gone and on the floor and so was his.
You felt him bring you to the ground with his komono under you like a blanket, his hands were on the top of your thighs, spreading them wide open, Giyu saw how wet you were.
"Your wet, did you wanted this all along?" He said looking at you with pride in his eyes, which now you think of it, it's like a view to his soul.
He brought his head in between your thighs to start giving you pleasure, until you stopped him.
"Giyu, I want to give you pleasure too."
He hummed and lied down next you in opposite direction. His head was still next to your thighs while his penis was in your face. You took you hand out and started to masturbate him off while he turned your body sideways with his, so he can eat out your pussy. His tongue slithered across you lips before he started to suck and lick your clit causing your legs to spasm a little. You stopped what you were doing and wrapped you mouth around his tip and brought you head all the way down to the base where you gagged at.
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"Y/n, take what you can reach, I don't want you to choke."
You did what he advised you to do and took what can only take in your mouth and massage the rest.
Every time you moaned around his cock, he sped up his tongue. It was like a cycle, but there was an end to this soon enough. You felt it approaching you, you were about to warned Giyu, but he already knew and told you to cum in his mouth.
You couldn't though and needed some type of push, which was solved when his tongue swiped from your clit to your hole.
You came in a instant and so did Giyu.
You swallowed his seed and he slurped up all your release.
You had to take a breather while Giyu stood up and got himself dressed, then he bent down and helped you, he also helped you get dressed too. You put on your komono when you realized that you totally soaked his.
"It's fine I'll clean it when we back to headquarters."
And so you held on to Giyu all the way there to just see him have a brutal argument with Sanemi, which was funny.
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collapsedatlantis · 1 year
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Turning 20 today! I really need to stop reading block man fanfic but your reading it's just soooo good, so please don't mind me coming after you to a present. 🧎‍♂️
I’m having trouble trying to remove this idea from my head and I wanted to share. All this is in the s1 of the dsmp. Imagine you are a stripper in Las Nevadas, the one and only that the president himself protects, quackity. Wilbur used to be one of the ppl that paid for your lap dances the most.
Getting these little points together, now imagine Wilbur wanted to get the last lap dance with you so he can go back to Ohio in peace... But on that same day, quackity was just out of his head about previous business things, and seeing you lap dance on the person that he hates the most just boils his blood.
Just a little add if you feel comfortable doing it, I imagine c!quackity being into Knife and blood play kink bc of that headcannon that he ate Jschlatt's heart… ok ok I need to sleep, sorry if sounds confusing English is not my first language. 🧎‍♂️💕
Las Nevadas | simpbur, c!quackity
hey love! happy birthday I hope you enjoyed your day!! 20 is such a hot sounding age btw🤭
Im sorry I didnt write the last part, as good as it sounds, I think quackity isn't comfortable about that type of stuff being written even about his character:)
warnings: stripper!reader, none
It was late, and you were planning on leaving soon. You looked at yourself in the mirror while removing your earrings, when you heard a slight knock on your door.
,,Come in``you said and watched as the massive door opened. A tall man entered the room, smiling at you. You smiled at him in the mirror and then finally turned to him.
,,Hey, you're ending today?`` he asked as he leaned on the wall. Wilbur was always your favorite customer. He paid the most, and he was always very nice to you. Plus, it was easy to dance for someone so attractive.
,,Actually yeah, I was just getting ready to go`` You said and turned back to the table. You put all your makeup products into your bag, and cleaned the whole table.
,,I'm leaving for Ohio tomorrow and I thought maybe you could give me one last dance, but since you're already leaving...`` You knew he was leaving, but you didn't really want to think about it. You pushed it into the back of your mind and pretended like it wasn't true. You took a deep breath and turned back to him.
,,What I wouldn't do for you`` You said, and he smiled. He knew where to go, so you told him to give you 5 minutes to get ready. You removed the silky robe, that covered your body, and re adjusted the straps off your lingerie. You put the earring back on and put some more lip gloss on. Dancing for Wilbur always felt special, because no matter how long you've worked here you were always shy around people, but never around him. He made you feel comfortable.
You walked into the special room through a door that led straight onto the small stage. The music started playing once your heels stepped on the stage. Wilbur was sitting close to the stage, with his legs wide open, already holding a stack of cash. You looked at him teasingly and slowly walked towards him, getting on your knees in front of him. He reached to you and gave you few bills behind your panties. You then slowly got up and walked back to the stripper pole. Wilbur never really wanted loud music playing, because he wanted to fully focus on your body.
You put your hand on the pole and slowly swung around it. With him, you never needed any cool or interesting tricks on the pole. He liked to see your long legs and your hips slowly dancing. So that's what you did. Even thought the music wasn't fast and loud, you still felt it deep inside you. It made you forget about everything, and you made sure to dance like your life depended on it.
At the end of the dance, you walked towards him, knowing exactly what he was about to ask you.
,,How about a lap dance as well?``He smirked and waved with the stack of cash. You jokingly rolled your eyes and push his upper body, so his back was fully pressed on the couch. You got in between his legs, standing backwards to him, and teasingly swung your hips. You didn't give a lap dance to everyone who asked, it was something special of yours, that only certain people got. Wilbur was once again your favorite person to lap dance for, because he overpaid you so much. Something you've never allowed others to do, no matter who they were, was touching you. When you felt his hands on your hips, you didn't mind. You never did. You gently pressed your ass to his crotch as you moved to the rhythm of the new song.
His eyes were glued on you, the way your body was moving, making him go crazy for you. He was placing the bills in behind your panties and fully focused on you.
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Saying goodbye was hard. At the end of the lap dance, he once again overpaid you, and you told him to meet you in 10. You put your robe back on and removed your high heels. He was standing behind your door, and you were trying so hard not to cry. He promised to call you, and you hugged him for the last time. You couldn't look at him for much longer, so you went back to your room, where you let the tears escape your eyes, before actually getting ready to go home.
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You had your normal clothes on now and a big bag over your shoulder. You locked the door and begin to walk to the exit. A body appearing in front of you out of nowhere made you jump in fear. Thankfully, it was only Quackity. You quickly smiled at him. He looked angry.
,,I was just leaving`` You said, but he was still looking at you angry. You, of course, didn't know that he watched the little show you put up for Wilbur. He watched every single dance you've ever did, because he had a soft spot for you. He knew that dancing for others was quite literally a job that he offered you, but he hated the idea of others enjoying you as much as he did. What was even worse, Wilbur enjoyed you. And he hated Wilbur. More than anything and anyone.
,,Are you okay?`` You asked him with a raised eyebrow.
,,Did he pay you well?``He said through his teeth, and you crossed your arms on your chest, defensively.
,,Since when do you care?`` You said, and he quickly took a step closer. He was now standing extremely close to you, looking down at you.
,,Watch your mouth``He said, and you nodded. You felt his breath on your face.
,,I want you to stop dancing``He said which shocked you.
,,What?``
,,You heard me``
,,Yeah, I have, but I can't just stop dancing? It's my job`` You said super confused, while Quackity looked like he just told you the most known fact.
,,I don't care. I will pay you for something, but I don't want you to dance for anyone else but me from now on``
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Maybe some nsfw hc with angel or aki form chainsaw man? I haven’t seen you write anything for them so idk if you do write for aki and angel. Top Male reader pls.
-🧀anon
Sorry this took so long to get around to besides me just being lazy as shit it also takes me like three days to make a post after I'm done doing drafts, re-reading, finalising, etc. but whatevs enough excuses! I hope you still enjoy! 💙💙
Angel and Aki NSFW Headcannons
Contains: manhandling/borderline dub-con, belly bulging, mention of mirror sex, exhibitionism/chance of getting caught, Aki being touch starved?
° I wish I could have more nsfw headcannons for these pretty boys but I can't help but see them as vanilla as fuck, but they've still got some things that they like to do and that turn them on
° Angel likes it if his partner is bigger than him (which luckily for him is most people)
° This leads to Angel really being into being manhandled, like full on pick him up and throw him on the bed
° Angel is really into you forcing him to do things in whichever way you see fit, whether it be forcing his head up and down on your cock grabbing onto his hair while you do so, or using him as a glorified fleshlight by just holding onto his waist and forcing his body to move in any way you want on your dick
° Pretty much anything else you could think of that forces Angel to pleasure you in some way where you have all the control and there's nothing he can do about it he's probably down for it
° Angel especially loves positions where you have to pick him up and hold him in place, lifting his legs up wrapping them around your waist and fucking him like that? mmm✨delicious✨
° You can definitely expect some belly bulging with this one (maaaybe Angel wouldn't mind if you spread him out in front of a mirror so he could see the bulge you were making in his stomach too...just a thought 👀)
° Angel likes to be tied up
° I don't know why, I guess I just like the thought of Angel being tied up, whenever I think of him in shibari he's just so cute~
° Angel doesn't mind loves getting called pretty boy AND pretty girl
° I like to think that Angel, as a devil, doesn't care too much about gender or presenting as one particular gender so using either or works for him, so please don't hesitate to call him a good girl as you fuck him against the wall
° In between Angel's moans you can hear him cursing in a foreign language, probably latin
° I know I said Angel is pretty vanilla but just because of his nature as a demon I could imagine he's seen and/or is into some pretty freaky stuff that he'll want to divulge in with you in from time to time, but he doesn't want it to become a staple, Angel believes that sex should be quick and easy why complicate it with all the extra kinky stuff?
° Speaking of quick and easy I believe with my whole chest that Aki is into quickies
° Honestly just the thought of you pulling him into some unused office at work bending him over the table and taking him right there and then turns him on enough, imagine if you actually did it? He'd be over the moon
° Aki won't tell you this but he does get off on almost getting caught or being right out of sight or ear shot of someone seeing or hearing you both
° Aki's moans are pretty damn loud and noticeable he tries to hold them back but he's terrible at it, if you two did decide to do it in public somewhere it would be very ovbious what you were doing even if it was behind closed doors
° Two words (well maybe three): Househusband Aki. Need I say more
° Aki really enjoys foreplay, he likes having and knowing that all your attention is on him even if that sounds a little selfish to him
° Having your hands all over his body as you prep him, fingering him, playing with his nipples, kissing him, it doesn't matter
° Pretty much any sort of touch between the two of you is nice for Aki it's reassuring and comforting to him, he's a bit of a softie in the bedroom because of this, he doesn't like to be all rough and forced like Angel
° Aftercare with Aki is spectacular, you already know he's super sweet about it
° He gets both of you all cleaned up afterwards, taking a shower telling you how good you made him feel, rubbing, massaging, cuddling, you name it your doing it!
° Aki for sure enjoys cuddling the most though, being able to run his hands on your body
° Aki also most definitely expects you to do the same, he wants your hands on him as much as possible, running them up and down his sides, putting your fingers in his hair, etc.
° And this doesn't just apply to aftercare but during sex too, wrapping one of your arms around his waist while you thrust into him, letting Aki hold onto your biceps or even putting his arms around your neck, it doesn't matter as long as Aki gets to touch you
° Both of them aren't very good with dirty talk, Aki isn't good at hearing dirty talk and Angel isn't good at speaking dirty
° When Angel tries to dirty talk it usually comes in the form of him trying to decribe all the dirty stuff he wants you to do to him, but it normally comes out like a confused mess, he'll hesitate once with what to say next and then it goes off the rails from there
° Ironically in the spur of the moment when Angel is half out of his mind from overstimulation he might actually say something really sexy that turns you on, he doesn't even know he's doing it, it will just start to happen naturally, guess he needed your help :)
° Aki on the other hand just gets easily flustered so hearing dirty talk will make him turn bright red almoat instantly, it would be a really nice way to tease him
° Aki's way of blushing is also super adorable, it's one of those blushes that reaches all over there face and down their neck, you can even see him get red on other parts of his body like his shoulders, chest, knuckles, all in all Aki just lights up if you can find a way to fluster him (which shouldn't be too hard)
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Capt. MacTavish nsfw headcannons
you know whos a dummy and somehow miss read the prompt and thought 'oh write a little based on the title' me. :) would love to hear what you currently have as wip, but here's what I whipped up before for I re-read the post, and understood what it actually said :))
Unlike the sweet Sargent MacTavish, this man is mean disciplining you for the slightest of mistakes, any thing to see how whiny and glossy eyed you get from a rough punishment.
Very hairy an' musky, he's got a strong aftershave that has you hooked on the scent, while he gives you beard burn nuzzling into you neck and pounding your sweet cunny :))
Im a sucker for wearwolf!Soap and Capt. MacTavish is fuckin feral during a rut, talking claw marks and deep red bite marks all over, I mean how else will everyone else know your his?
Branching off wearwolf habits, he's very into marking, everyone knows not to look at the captains possession for to long, not after the last soldier got reamed for trying to start a friendly conversation, they soon switched bases.
Big in to you calling out his rank when he's fucking you "yeah, you like that, whorin' your self for ya' captain ya' slag?" And "Such a good soldier for your captain"
He mocks the way you moan, so whiny "hm uh ah, hear yourself Bonnie? Such a mess, all for me"
He'll complain but he loves the cat scratches you give his back, all marked up, he'll make sure to show em' off in training, taking of his shirt unnecessarily :) (at least the view is great)
Rough choke holds during sex and manhandling all the way>>>>
Somehow helping trim his hair and beard always ended up with steamy shower sex as a reward for you help, no other reason ;)) (he just wanted an excuse to fuck your brains out, and the help was nice)
Have you seen this man make a molotov, very good with his fingers, stuffing them in till you squirt relentlessly all over his fingerless gloves, and bullying you for how easy your being right then, just a pretty hole for him to stuff :((
Speaking of stuffed you can not convince me that this man isn't in to anal putting a pretty plug into your unused hole while he makes a slick mess of you swollen cunny
Capt. MacTavish likes his sex messy, and he makes not effort to hide that, drooling over your hole, and leaving sloppy kisses everywhere
Loves receiving head, a hand tangled at your scalp shoving your head into the sweet curly hairs at the base of his cock, reveling in your chokes and gags while you drool all over his dick
At least a solid 6 inches, and thick like needs at least 2 orgasms worth of prep so fit into your tight cunny, and he'll bully you for it,
"c'mon lass, you can fit a little more" coaxing your little hole into taking him all the way to base, ignoring your little mewls and whines, it'll fit :))
To end of these little blurbs '09 Soap likes having you sob over how overwhelming his pretty cock is, licking the salty tears off your face while he fucks your cunt so sweetly :))
Hope this was a good read (even though I very much didn't understand the assignment) and thank you for tagging me, I always enjoy your works so hope you like this :))
-Much love (⁠。⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧
i love these sosososo much :((( he's so mean grhrhgrrgrgrgegs, here's some ideas ive been thinking about;
09!soap with pup!reader; teasing, he loves to mock and tease you. listening to your howls, forcing a muzzle around your face, pulling on your tail harshly while he fucks your tight ass, asshole stretching to allow his girth. and you're drooling soso much, his full balls slapping against your ass while he degrades you, rubbing your clit with his thumb causing you to squirt all over the couch :(( “quiet, pup. so fuckin' needy, aren't ye'? yer' such a daft slag, so needy for my cock, hm?”
dadbod!soap; he's so hairy and chubby, loves when you grope at his flesh, rubbing your slick along his pubes and body hair with your nose buried in his armpits, inhaling the scent from his armpit :(( loves 69 with you because he knows you can't take him fully; he slams his hips skywards into your mouth, the tip slamming against the back of your throat, gags filling the rooms silence, his tongue grazing at your cunt.
and i also think he's around 6 inches, very girthy and thick. probably a few veins along your shaft and base, he's uncircumcised as well.
has so much snark and attitude, loves seeing your hurt expression, placing you in a headlock when you talk back, forcing you to call him captain while he chokes you out. “f-fuc-k..! please - soa-p, let me go -!!” you wail in desperation, gasping and scratching at his arms. “that's captain tae you, bonnie, c'mon, you're barely tryin'..”
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i want to run my pussy on abby's hammer like a cat in heat i need her to make fun of me i want to suck on her tongue spit everywhere i do not care amen
AN; this is that shit that makes you embarrassed to look at mirrors after you write it. I gotta go... repently shamefully for this... if you know what I mean.
content tags: MEAN dom!Abby, assplay, object insertion (r!receiving, anal, yeah...) spanking (r!receiving), degradation (abs calls the reader whore, slut, bitch, etc.) , humiliation, name calling, affectionate pet name used in mean ways, mindbreak if u squint and tilt your head, strap on penetration (r!receiving), messy/dirty sex? public sex, nobody walks in but reader has thoughts about if someone did. spit kink but not in the mouth. abby and the reader and kinda nasty dirty and unhinged but are deeply in love and there IS aftercare!! started as an informal headcannon, somehow we got to paragraphs and thousand-word counds
WC: 3.1k
proofread?: yes \ no \ barely
tl;dr: abby sluts you out for being bad, you become very well-acquainted with a hammer.
just want u to know that you’re sick (lovingly) and I had to get in peak porn writing position to pump out this reply… no pun intended.
first of all we would have to fight over the hammer but that’s neither here nor there let’s unpack mean, condescending dom abby who loves to tease and make u cry.
I know I said Abby wouldn’t like fucking in public but I also love going back on my word and maybe this is one of those times where she gets super frustrated with you and decides to take u down a peg. she’s forever the doting, loving girlfriend but she knows she’s created a spoiled brat, nd sometimes u just push her too far; running your mouth too fucking much, using your body to rile her up right before her next assignment, and leaving her high and dry, the way you flaunt everything around the stadium, traipsing around in short little skirts, or a paper-thin button up, the hard baby buds of your nipples greeting everyone you talked to. hell, even the one time she caught you going commando at your job, flashing her little slips of your wet pussy as you passed her items over the consignment desk.
if you wanted to be a loose, disrespectful whore, she could play that game too. if she had to punish you into being good for her again, it was a low price to pay.
she’d tell you she had something to show you in the woods outside the stadium, ‘just something for you and me, mouse.’ of course, she’d give you one last chance to make it up to her, to prove that you’re good. but you’re too cocky, wandering hands trailing over her skin, down her chest, cupping that space between her thighs to feel the fat strap she was packing, just for you. Feigning dropping something on the ground to grind your hips against that hard, imposing bulge. She’d play nice, just for a second, looking down at you from your place on your knees. You had that innocent face plastered on, the slightest pull of a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth.
“hi, mam-“ you started, but she shushed you, instead using her palm to push up your head gently, the telltale sign of your favourite ritual. you opened your mouth hungrily, fanning out your tongue in that pliant, pretty way that she loved, letting her know you were all hers. For a second, it softened her; you, happily on your knees, that look of sheer devotion painting your face, waiting to be molded, created in her image. but it was never that easy, and you recoiled as a heavy spray of saliva drenched your face, sticking to your skin and dribbling from your stuck-together lashes. You blinked it back, vision obscured, hands moving away to wipe it causing a filthy smear on your visage.
Your play at aloofness was the last straw, and you found hard fingers tangling their way into your hair and forcing you down in a different position, the pit of her lips and her hot breath beating the side of your face.
“you take me for a fucking joke, cunt?”
“No mama, never— jus’ playin’ a little bit—“
you’d pout, craning your neck to look at her through fluttered lashes and teary eyes. Her jaw was clenched tight, forcing her words through gritted teeth. Eyes dark and predatory, looking over you like a piece of meat. A trail of fear cobbled down your spine and Abby walked it, shoving your mid back down to get you exactly how she wanted you. You were arched up with your tummy and breasts pressed down into the grass, the soft globes of your soft, plentiful ass poking from your flipped-over skirt, knees scuffed by the soil. you were sure that your face was caked with mud or would be. Your cunny wet your panties easily from the excitement of it all, dripping from that pit of terror and sheer animalistic arousal that only Abby, your one true owner could unlock. The slick ran down your thighs, filthy little drips painting your skin that made her own cunt boil internally. From below, you could see the woman who towered over you crack a crooked smile.
There she was.
“Didn’t I say that if you make it hard for me, I’ll make it hard for you?”
You nodded, silently, shamefully. Abby was cruel, palming your ass violently, kneading it, a rage that had been simmering for weeks boiling over in one moment, and you were the frog who didn’t notice the temperature rising until it was too late. “Better brace yourself, dumb fuckin’ whore.”
You wanted to press your luck. to tease just a bit harder, to say ‘for what?’ with the hopes she’d squirm, get out of her body a bit, see if you could brat your way into getting just a little bit more. But before you could open your mouth to let out a cheeky quip, a sound something like the swing of a knife in the wind cut through the silence, and a forgiveless, merciless blow dented your little ass. Your body shot forward against your will, every muscle in those damned delicious arms working overtime to knock you off balance. You knew you were severely fucked, that Abs would have you walking funny for days after how you behaved, that she had no plans of going easy on you.
“Mam- mommy, mommy,” you started, babbling like a fool, nose running and mouth awash with drool as you took your punishment, warm flesh being peppered with harsh smacks that reddened your beloved dom’s palm and indented your skin with hot spiderwebs. She didn’t respond, but you could hear heavy breaths and grunts of exertion pushing out of her nostrils. Your pussy was still leaking, panties nearly translucent from how ruined the fabric was. she was sure to leave a couple of blows there, too, your bitty clitty fighting its way out of its cloak of protection, unwittingly making it a prime target for the abuse your ass was under.
The cloth was removed from you, and abby silently marveled at your redness, the juiciness of your drooling snatch, and how your nub pulsated like it had its own mini heartbeat. she gripped it best she could, wetness making her fingers slip before she could catch good traction, and pulling the bundle of nerves towards her slightly. You were squeaking, moaning, guttural, and animalistic as you fucked your hips in her direction, the pinned hands still captured in her large fist slapping and clawing at any flesh it could find, even the still sensitive globes of your asscheeks. “Ple— fuck, please mama, be niceeee.”
“Fuck are you crying for? You’re a fucking faucet down here, we both know you need this.” water from your eyes dripped down, inky black marks rolling over your nose and into the dirt beneath you, marring your pretty face. your pussy was drooling though, and the rough treatment was exactly what you had been needing. she was always too busy with patrols, or supply runs, or any of the stupid vanity projects Isaac would spring on her at the drop of a hat. she’d feel remorseful about it, trying to placate you at night with lazy rubs to your clit or skating her tongue through your slit, but it wasn’t enough, and all you needed was to get taken down the way you deserved.
like this.
“open up those legs.” she said it like you had a choice, ha. “needa get you ready to take my cock. I mean, that is what you came out here for, right?” you wanted to say a lot, yes mommy, I’m a whore, yes mommy, I’m addicted to your dick, yes mommy, I’m a needy cockslut who has to have it every night lest I lose my fucking mind. but you were already gone; already in that soft, stupid, braindead space where you happily existed as her favourite hole and nothing more, so all you could do was force a weak nod.
but that wasn’t enough for mommy, never enough for mommy. her disapproval came down in the form of her hard, dirty boot on your ass, jostling you, enough to shock you back to life and give you a little scare, but enough to not hurt her baby too bad, because that was unforgivable. she angled her knee over, the tread gripping your ass and splitting your lips apart to reveal the ruby red of your hidden jewel. you could hear the telltale flick and jingle of her utility belt flipping open. there was only a second to exist in confusion before you hissed, keening unintentionally at the feeling of cold metal persisting against those red-hot folds between your thighs.
It was… whatever it was, but it drove you insane; slight bumps, divots, irregularities working every moan and scream out of you, tapping you like a leaky faucet as Abby tormented your hole. That damned work boot kept you open as she took her time, sometimes dipping the unknown attacker into your hole only to let it pop out as she fucked her arm back and forth, up and down, veins pulsing from the exertion. You were insane, fully broken without even feeling her cock in you, being painfully teased, barely fucked with the cold steel she had summoned.
She had fucked you with a lot; grinding on her pistol while she raked the clip through your hole, some shitty keepsake Issac had gotten her to celebrate her first 100 confirmed kills that was just the right size and girth for an anal dildo. fuck, even detached the quiver of her crossbow so that you could grind and get off like a good little girl in the front of the Jeep while she filled up the boot after a supply run.
But you couldn’t pick this one.
Abs was always good to you, a little mean sometimes, but this was just another way she was good to you, devoted to making your slut pussy feel the way it needed to. She was mean, however, when she left you empty and whimpering at the lack of stimulation as she pulled her arm away, dropping her foot and leaning over you as she brought the weapon of m(ass) destruction to your face. “you run that fuckin’ mouth enough, can use it for useful shit too, right?” She started, rough and imposing. “Get your new friend nice and clean for mommy.”
it was… a ball-peen hammer, flat on one side, rounded and fat on the other, and dripping with your nectar from end to end. You shuddered with excitement. She was so fucking dirty, so fucking sick for this, and you were impossibly turned on by it. you needed more. Your lips formed an O instantly, taking the less girthy head into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own sinful juices coating your tongue. if anyone came upon this sight, if a passing group of scars came by and blew your head off, It didn’t matter, nothing mattered right now, the two of you could get ambushed at that very moment, and you would die happily as mommy’s perfectly debased whore.
she released the grip on your arms, pulling your head up by your hair to fit more of the tool in your waiting, happy mouth. you lapped it all, wetness leaking down your neck and between your pert breasts. Your saliva ran lengthwise down the handle, Abby’s palms being coated in the slick, drippy and sticky. You whined as she took it back, pouting immediately with disappointment. you could hear something muttered, a nonchalant ‘calm the fuck down’ and then the telltale drag of zipper teeth as Abby forced her cock free, dragging the fat head through your folds.
“Want me, mouse?” she said, tone almost sweet again as she fucked slightly into your waiting pussy, just the tip and nothing more. It was almost enough to make the waterworks start again, what felt like hours of evil teasing, toying around with your body like it was a game. She slipped in deeper, then pulled the sheathed inches completely out, biting the fat of her bottom lip as the diamond lines of your wetness stayed connected in thin air. you were fucking gorgeous, and she could take you right here and now, give you all the dick you needed, and melt your brain until you needed to be carried home.
But she wanted to drag it all out, wanted this to be the punishment. You could take all of the receiving, even if the cruel and unusual, but the anticipation, the not having is what killed you; and she knew which ticks would force you to lose it.
you were stumbling, babbling, everything swimming through your head too fast. Your exploited cunny was pulsating, the air blowing between your netherlips making everything so much more sensitive, making your brain even foggier. A thick, adept thumb flattened against your folds, dipping in to collect some of the sacred liquid and smearing it against your inner thigh. Her fingers drummed the fat of your butt impatiently. “So you’re gonna make me take you home? That what you want?”
“No!” You shrieked, on the verge of tantruming. It was too much, enough to wake you up, at attention and ready to take what she was willing to give. “No, no, I mean— want you! need you mama. So bad.” You swirled your hips around for emphasis, grinding against nothing, searching for anything to put out the fire she set inside of you. “On your elbows for me, then.” She said, waiting for you to comply in order to drop your head back down. She hummed in appreciation at your unwavering obedience, enjoying how much you were willing to degrade yourself for this, before she spread open your pussy lips and bottomed out all at once. “Goood fuckin girl, Mouse.”
The fire never got put out, it was quite the opposite, as though your whole body was alight from each nerve ending as she pounded into you with that body made of sheer muscle. She pressed forward, repositioning you with no hands and deepening your arch until she had the proper leverage to hit that fucking spot. She grabbed your hand from behind, guiding you to split your own pussy apart for better access.
Abby loved you for shit like this, how you clenched as you approached a peak, how that sloppy white ring would collect on the blue of her dick. You needed to be fucked like this, to be reminded what happens when toys step out of line and give their owners problems, and she had no qualms with destroying your brain and rebuilding it piece by piece. She could die in this pussy.
Another bead of spit rained against you, a large gob deep in your asshole. She worked you, effortlessly, snapping her hips to batter your cunt every time, using you completely for her twisted desires, moving to slip her thumb into the taut ring for a better grip. You were on cloud nine, barely forming words, sounding like you were speaking in code. Just loud, loose moans ringing from your throat. Yeah, you were sure you’d have to get put on recess for a couple of days to survive the mental effects of this cock.
“Relax for me, babe.” she whispered, softly and sweetly removing her thumb from your tightest hole before the sensation was replaced with something larger, more foreign, cold and hard, and —shiiittt
Abigail Anderson was a fucking crazy person, pushing the ball tip of the hammer into your quivered hole, letting the handle rest on your back as she continued destroying you with no mercy. “Aww, my lil’ Mousey got her very own tail.” She teased, jiggling your ass with her free hand as she watched the brown handle tap against your back in time with her thrusts. You whimpered, and she wrenched your head back up with a firm palm on your neck to meet your eyes. “When Mommy tells a joke, Mousey fuckin’ laughs, right?” She growled into your ear, punctuating her anger with a harsh slap to your already bruised ass and a rough thrust, pounding your secret spot and sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You tried to force a giggle, but the sensations from your battered pussy warped the sound into a ragged moan, and you tried to whine, beg, sputter your way into her favour. All you could manage was the stupid repetition of ‘Mousey has a tail, Mousey has a tail!’ until it broke down into just ‘tailtailtailtailfuckkinnnntail’ and until that melted into nothing, just a cheap sob and a scream running through the forest as your orgasm ran through you in the form of floor-sprinkling rivulets and a clench around mommy’s cock.
You wanted to fall but she wouldn’t let you, wanted to cry but she didn’t let you, and then, everything was gone and she was around you, strong arms holding you up, steady hands wiping the dirt from your face, soft lips kissing you everywhere in spite of the dirt on your face. “Got you, Mouse. You’re okay, you’re with me.” She whispered, running a reassuring palm through your hand, moving down to massage the back of your neck.
“Wanna lay down?” She said, motioning to her pack. She always brought a blanket, clean clothes for you, water, snacks, her gun, so that you would never have to hold one with her around. She tried her best to unfurl the fabric with one hand, laying you down and wiping through your poor, swollen kitten with a cloth damp from her canteen. She redressed you, fresh panties, one of her tee-shirts, tented by the hard pebbles of your nipples sticking out. She spread out next to you, letting you find your way to the crook of her neck, to that chest-to-chest position you loved because you could feel her heartbeat like it was yours. she still loved you, of course, would kiss your cheeks and soothe the bruises she left behind and remind you what you have is a forever thing, but that sometimes you need the bad with the good. You were such a bad girl, too whiny and needy for your own good, a spoiled little monster *she* created, but she loved you because of it.
Yeah, she fucking loved you.
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wrathful--artist · 1 year
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Caged Bird and Chased Mouse
Part 2.5: The Traveler, Bird, and Eagle
A/N: OKAY I KNOW ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE, I DONT WRITE AND HAVE BEEN READING FANFICTION AND WENT TO SEE A MUSICAL. Anyways like,,, sends me asks i need some social interactions it doesnt even have to relate to the story, once i get further into this story and have more characters you guys can request headcannon stuff! Also im basing some of the emotion stuff on my personal experience when playing these story quests.
No Warning!
Lumine is exhausted.
She’s currently resting in a room given to her by Dunyarzad, thinking over the last few days. Normally, when helping people like Tighnari, Collei, and Dunyarzad, shes fine thanks to her Creator leading her and showing her with their heavenly warmth. But without it, it has drained her of all energy, unable to give answers that once came easy to her in conversations. Paimon has filled in whenever those moments come up.
While doing Tighnari ‘quest’ (as her adventure guild book tells her, it has unique writing not like how Katheryne has written with an almost robotic font, so Lumine has chosen to assume that it was her lovely Creator), she imagined what it would’ve felt like to have her Creator lead her (her Creator was sure to cry about the poor scientist and his creation, they are such a caring and sensitive deity even for such a non-living, lifeless creature).
During the trip to the City of Sumeru, Lumine has felt a slight tug on her heart- No, her very soul. She is blindly hopeful that shes getting closer to her beloved Creator, the one thing that has been a constant in her long, long trip throughout Tevyat. Perhaps that last mark on her map was a message from her Creator, telling her where to find them, for only their most devote follower.
Lying down in the bed, Lumine has a feeling that something important is going to happen tomorrow, something that will hopefully lead her to that heavenly warmth that she has been depraved up,
Sabzeruz Festival.
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Nahida has been working hard.
She’s been doing everything in her power, in her small godly body to make sure the Sages wont take them away. She may not remember who they are but Celestia be damned if she let something so familiar and comforting be torn away from her. They’ve been asleep for weeks, almost 2 months, or 57 days to be precise (Nahida doesn’t normally like to count the days of somethings like her imprisonment but she needs to make sure they don’t somehow die or sleep for too long). She didn’t want to let go the warmth the stranger brought to her, that was so unlike the cold and sterile environment of the sanctuary she saw everyday for the past 500 years.
She’s made it so if they tried to remove the stranger from her prison, something would go wrong and mess with the Akasha so horribly that it would be down for who knows how long, and since all citizens were dependent on the Akasha, the sages weren’t willing to take that risk. Especially when their plan seems so focused on using the Akasha for.. something, something big and dangerous. So the Sages had decided to let the caged bird have her toy, for now.
Nahida cuddled up to the prone body of the stranger, wanting to feel more of the comforting warmth she felt in the dream space. She hoped they would meet again soon in the dreamscape, maybe they would do something nice like sing to her or something…
Nahida let herself sleep, and decided to pass the time until the Sabzeruz Festival came by looking at dreams, hoping that with that the stranger’s subconscious would let her in again.
She wishes she had been more greedy and have them talk more, their voice was nice.
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Al Haithem is confused, yet curious.
The Sages ushered him into the Sanctuary of Surasthana, needing him to act as a scribe and record their research for an upcoming plan of theirs.
When he walked in he saw…
It was them. The stranger- no wait, Imposter if he remembered correctly (which he did) - he met months ago, the one who was incredibly suspicious yet intriguing. They gave off a form of aura, that felt… warm. He let them off the hook to see what they’d do at that time, not expecting them to be the infamous Imposter that a few Nations had warned others about. In his opinion, they looked just like the creator, but they didn’t seem malicious by any means. Only scared, as if a tiny mouse being hunted by packs of foxes.
It makes sense though, they’re being hunted by every nation just because they shared the same face. Al Haithem personally thought they were going a bit far, it’s idiotic to punish someone who happened to share a face with the All Mighty Creator.
One of the Sages cough to get his attention.
“Yes?” He replies with pen and scroll in hand, ready to record for them.
“You seemed lost in thought, a dangerous thing for a scribe to be doing, especially with such precious information as this.” One spoke up with an attitude
“Well, I realized I knew who that stranger is in the orb,” Al Haithem points with his pen, where Lesser Lord Kusanali was seemingly cuddling up with the Imposter, “It’s the rumored Imposter, the one who wears the Creator’s face.”
The Sages take a double take, walking towards the center to try and get a good view of the strangers face. It may have been squished slightly against the ‘glass’ but it was, in fact, the same face. The revelation starts a murmur with the Sages, as Al Haithem observes the Imposter,
Feeling a…
Tug in his chest.
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Okay okay i know i was gone for awhile, but do you like this filler? Lumine won for which traveler should be the one I use so yeah, shes her now.
oh god so many people to tag
If your name is crossed out it means I could tag you Im sorry :(
Taglist: @no-name-omo @moosieman12345 @tinandabin @esthelily @d0rmiens-fact0rem @lunalily19 @meerpea @justasleepyboi @lunarianillusion @cumbermovels @allblognamesaretakenlikereally @dulleyeddreamer @ello-its-me-ya-boi @jayastronomicnova @apple-ai @campanula-rotundifolia @kokomisimpppp @the-dumber-scaramouche @aintrovertmortal @i-loveyou013
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bokettochild · 3 months
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I know you mostly write legend and fable as siblings but do you have any fable/legend headcanons?
Sure!
(Fable/Legend content below. Do NOT read if you dislike the ship. They are not siblings in these headcannons. This is your only warning.)
As partners, Fable is the more possessive of the two. Legend's high anxiety ass is too busy worrying if he's even worthy of her to actually be bold enough to get mad at people for hitting on her (besides, she's amazing! of course ppl are hitting on her!). Fable, however, is the sort to definitely have words with anyone who makes eyes overlong at her boyfriend. Sure, he's gorgeous, but he's her boyfriend and not up for grabs, so be respectful!
Legend's love language for receiving love is mostly physical touch, but he expresses love through gifts and acts of service. Since he is a hero though, acts of service are sort of par for the course, so gifts are his go to with Fable. He agonizes about what sorts of things to get her, and actually will write down anything he hears her say she needs (new pens, better shoes, lotion for her cracking hands). Granted, she's the princess/queen, so she's rich and can buy her own stuff, but Legend's well traveled and has connections, so he knows where to get the best quality items for her! Only, he just... leaves them where he knows she'll find them rather than making a big deal about presenting them to her. He can't wrap presents for crap after all. Fable always knows it's him of course, and she really appreciates them.
Fable's main love language for receiving love is actually acts of service! She expresses love through praise/compliments though, although generally speaking she loves cuddling as well (they both do). Unfortunately for Legend, he does not react well to praise or compliments and they actually fluster him to the extreme. Fortunately for Fable, she finds this adorable and loves it when he turns red and hides his face. She will go out of her way to compliment him in public as much as possible during events, partially to make the event tolerable, and partially to drive home how very much hers the hero really is.
They love getting dressed up together. They coordinate their outfits for everything. Cabinet meetings? They're matching. Celebrations? Matching. Addresses to the people? They're standing side by side most of the time in corresponding outfits. At this point, the tailors just always make a matching get up for the vet if they make Fable anything.
Legend hates doing public events (introvert), but he suffers through them because he doesn't want Fable alone, nor does he want to risk someone trying to hurt her without him around. Fable is well aware of this and makes sure to thank him for his efforts afterward with either a long cuddle or just doing something nice together.
She's the big spoon.
They spar together at times, and while Legend is easy to fluster, he is good at flirting back as long as he isn't thinking too hard. Putting a weapon in his hands adds to his confidence though, and makes him focus more on the fight than what he's saying. Quite frankly their sparring matches outshine most any witty romance novel anyone in Hyrule can find. They both give it their all, there's never any holding back just because it's their partner. Usually Legend wins (he fights dirty), but when Fable does get a win in, it's because she managed to pin the vet down somewhere, which usually has him speechless even after they've put their weapons away.
Legend tends to linger around the castle in his spare time. Fable has much less spare time, but it's not uncommon to find her using it flopped over across his lap and complaining about something or other, or plotting, while Legend plays with her hair.
She doesn't bring him to council meetings if she doesn't need to, but she consults him about everything that happens in them both before and after sessions.
They're both clingy. Usually, they remain in each other's proximity, and they're touching at all times, by it her hand resting on the crook of his arm, his hand on her waist/shoulders, holding hands, or just leaning against each other.
They love dancing together. Less so at gatherings of state, and more so in private or just while out traveling in the country together.
Fable loves visiting the vet's home. He visits her all the time but both enjoy the countryside far more, away from prying eyes and servants and knights all the time. She loves helping him in the orchard and while she's not very good at it, Legend appreciates the effort. She knows better than to try and help in the house though, and is more content to let him follow his rhythm and do things his way. They both know he won't ask her for help, not in hi own home, but she's aright with that.
She loves getting him books. Gifts aren't her strong suit, but Legend loves reading, so she's one step from gifting him the royal library. The only reason she hasn't yet is that if she does, she'll be out of books to give him.
He's her quirky, nerdy, adorable boyfriend and she's his badass queen. He's basically the only person not scared of her (what they've been through hardened them both, but in different ways) and she's one of the few he trusts enough to let down his walls and relax around. He trusts her to not need his protection all the time (although the more people around, the more he wants to be there as her backup) and she takes a certain pride in being able to defend him when and where she can (mostly verbally).
They're both worry-worts. After everything they'e seen, it's no shock to anyone. She tends to check in on him telepathically somewhat frequently, ad he welcomes it because it acts as an assurance for him too.
They shit-talk people telepathically at matters of state.
She has trouble not showering him in affection/gifts/praise. She doesn't want him to ever doubt her love, and she's got a lot to give. He's wary still about affection in general though and needs to back out and get his space from time to time or else he gets overwhelmed with it. She gets it though, and they've established a system of signals (items placed in certain places or particular gifts spawning on her desk) to signal what's alright or if he's overwhelmed. Legend asked if she wanted a similar system, but she's far more verbal about things than him.
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