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mit0bee · 8 days

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hello!! I've read some of your works, and I just want to say that I LOVE THEM SOO MUCHHDBRJFH and, may I request Malleus, Vil, and Rook with Lily of the valley? Thank you!! 💞

AHHHHHHAIOFHAWOIFH TYSM!! I totally didnt get to this like 5 months later i swear

Meloras Bouquet

Stuff you should read: Vil's might be a little OOC oopsies, Established relationship (Vil, Leona) old post!!!

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Vil Schnoenheit

Flowers:

Lily of the Valley - Napping together

MALLEUS DRACONIA

It wasn't supposed to happen but a little midnight stroll with him ended up becoming a “hey wanna come over to ramshackle for a slumber party”

and ofc he said yes he would bend over backwards for you

So cue to the walk to ramshackle (or to the mirror thingies?) and he is so excited. if he had a tail it would be wagging

Once you get there, he's practically beaming with excitement

He wants to be elegant about it though so he's being chill (trying to)

Originally, he was supposed to sleep in his own bed, the slumber party went into the late hours of the night, and you fell asleep.

On his shoulder. while watching like. harry potter or something

He was ranting about the gargoyles and how accurate they were, and you hit the snooze button on accident

He didn't even notice until you were already far too gone on his shoulder

He decided to carry you to your bed from the living room, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead like Lilia did with him when he was young

“Goodnight, Child of Man. Sweet Dreams.”

If you either wake up and pull him into bed, or find him on the couch at midnight and invite him into your bed, he'll accept with obvious, not very hidden excitement.

VIL SCHNOENHEIT

After hanging out with Epel for the majority of the afternoon in the botanical gardens, all you wanted was to visit your dear boyfriend, Vil

But you forgot to acknowledge the dirt staining your face and clothes from your adventures, so when you came into Vil's room, not only were you staining his carpet, but you also looked like a zombie!

Whatever he was doing before, you now had his full attention. He wasn't afraid to get his hands a little dirty.

So now hes helping you wipe your face off, letting you use his shower, putting on a protective face mask to defend against major acne from all the dirt.

He gave you one of his very few well-worn hoodies (he has like. 2 that are well worn.) and a pair of his pyjama pants while he takes your dirty clothes to the washer a few doors down.

Little did he know, when you take your s/o, surround them in you, and then leave them in your room for even a few minutes after a labour-filled day? you get an s/o snoozing on your bed, curled up in your blankets.

He was a little surprised to come back to that, but all in all quite flattered that you felt so comfortable

He checked the time (sleeping too much could cause coarse skin! or something) and once he confirmed it was a proper time to go to bed, he quickly got under the covers with you, his hands finding purchase on your waist.

That was probably one of the quickest times he's fallen asleep

This has been ROTTING in my drafts for months and I probably wont finish it so here you go 😭

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m.list

@mit0bee 's work, please do not steal!

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit

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bbybaku · 1 year

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Forgive me followers I forgot I had this gem in my drafts.

This is a GOOD one

husband shig and some bonkers role play

warnings (bear with me): lowkey dark content but it will make sense when you read it, husband shig, implied kids, roleplay, alcohol. drugged drink, sir kink, oral (male recieving), begging, dirty talk, vaginal sex, cream pie, breeding kink, baiting, f reader

2.3k words

also sorry this one is a little long but prob one of my new favorites

enjoy ;)

your husband, tomura, had taken a 4 day weekend off from his desk job and your 2 kids were at their grandparents for the entire weekend.

the two of you decided to live out a fantasy, roleplay if you will, you had been talking about for a while.

to go to a bar and pretend to be strangers.

and go home together, of course.

and have back breaking kinky sex, of course.

the first night of the long weekend consisted of you getting a hotel room and leaving before tomura got home from work.

the plan consisted of you two just so happening to be at an upscale club downtown at the same time. and tomura made a rule of no talking about anything real. you had to pretend not to know eachother.

you sat and waited in the hotel room for what felt like hours, you were so excited you couldnt see straight. you brought that dress he loved and did your makeup in a dark and mysterious way.

it was almost time to leave and your hands were shaking with excitement, right before you left you remembered to take off your wedding ring, you planned on leaving it in the room but you just couldnt bring yourself to do it. you put the band in your purse.

you loved tomura too much to live without the ring.

you showed up 15 minutes after. fashionably late.

you walked in alone and were immeaditly approached by a man wanting to dance, you talked sweetly and flirted while you turned him down, scanning the dark crowded room for him.

there.

in the back corner of the room. agitated. watching you.

you knew him well enough to know your previous interaction had shigaraki’s blood boiling.

his hair normally slicked back or put up hair was messy and in his face, he was wearing slacks and a button down, the top few unbuttoned. He was wearing vans and a jacket unzipped. he looked irritated. he was slouching with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a brown drink.

you made brief eye contact. you wanted to stir the pot a little more before approaching your husband.

you looked away first, checking your phone and making your way to the bar.

and it was pretty easy to get under his skin.

you didnt have to look to see he had just gotten up and was walking over to you.

you waited at the bar for a bartender.

a man stood next to you and offered to buy you a drink. you accepted the drink but declined the strangers advances.

you took the drink and turned around. finding shigaraki sitting at a both alone. not just looking at you but staring into you.

you sat across from him in the booth. lighting touching his hand that was resting on the table as you slid in.

“hi” you said sweetly

“hey” he said with his head slightly lifted, his eyes looking down at you through his pale hair.

“whats your name?” you couldnt stop yourself form giving him a small smile.

“shigaraki. my friends call me shiggy”

it was funny to you because you two shared his last name, being married and all.

“im y/l/n”

he smirked “and what do you do, y/l/n?”

you matched his energy “oh you know boring stuff.” you took a long sip of your drink, refusing to break eye contact. “what about you?”

he scoffed a little. that way he was so good at being annoyed. “oh you know boring stuff” a pause “can i buy you a drink?”

“sure i would love another one”

you knew he wanted to skip this part. you knew his balls were aching and that he was beyond ready to be balls deep inside of you.

you finished your first drink while he was at the bar. you could feel the warmth of the alcohol in your face and between your legs.

he came back with a small cup of alcohol and juice. he handed it to you and sat down next to you.

“thanks”

he put a hand on your thigh and whipsered “oh dont thank me yet”

within seconds of sipping on the drink he brought you you could feel yourself getting tired. the room was getting hazy and something was off.

this wasnt part of the plan. you looked up at your husband as the room stopped making sense. he winked as he caught your body.

you woke up in a massive bed. in a huge studio apartment with windows overlooking downtown.

this was not the plan at all.

it was still night time so you couldnt have slept that long.

“you didnt feel well so i brought you back to my apartment.”

tomura was really getting into it.

you were intriuged and your sex was pulsating.

he stood over you on the bed, jacket off. He looked tired, like he had just carried an unconscious woman back to a secret apartment.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. body language expressing his frustration.

“i also needed to remind you of something”

tomura said as he crawled over to you on the bed.

you stayed where you were sitting as he nuzzled into you.

“you belong to me” he whispered then grabbed you by the upper arm and threw you face down on the bed.

he had taken your shoes off but you were still wearing the dress from earlier. and your wedding ring was back on your finger.

“ass up” he said as he hiked you dress up and grabbed a handful of your hair.

you expect him to rip your panties off but he didn’t, he pulled them up, and slapped your ass. hard.

“count”

“tomur- “

“wrong” he said as he slapped the same place as earlier but a lot harder.

“one”

“don’t think i didn’t see you whoring yourself around in that bar”

“t-two”

“you are mine and all mine”

“three”

he used your hair as leverage.

“four”

“to think”

“five”

he grabbed the other side of your ass and played with it before slapping it.

“six”

“that my darling”

“seven”

“would forget who she belongs to?”

“eight”

he leaned over your body

“nine”

tomura licked up your neck then kissed your jaw.

“ten”

tomura let go of your hair and pulled your dress over your head and discarded it on the ground next to the bed.

“and what do you say?”

you gulped. “tomura-“

he lifted your head by your hair and leaned really close to you.

“what did you call me?” you could feel his irritation.

“thank you sir” you said quietly and looking down.

“thats what i thought” he scoffed.

he unclipped your bra in one swift motion and pushed you back down onto the bed.

once again you expected him to take your underwear off but he didn’t.

tomura snaked between your legs.

“do i have your permission, darling?” he asked

you nodded but he motioned like he couldnt hear you.

“what was that? im sorry I cant hear you.”

“yes, yes you have my permission” you were babbling.

“your permission to do what darling?”

“im -um. fuck me?”

he slapped your ass “watch your profanity” he leaned closer to your ear and whispered “youre going to have to beg a little more than that and you know it.”

your sex was pulsating and you craved your husband.

you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything.

he lifted your thighs so his arms were under them but resting on your hips.

“please to-” you stopped yourself. he glanced you looking displeased.

“please sir please touch me ill do anything” you corrected yourself.

he grunted as he got up.

“anything?” he questioned.

you were beginning to understand why you were still wearing your underwear.

“will you sit on the floor and suck on my big cock?”

you grinned, “make me”

tomura turned around slowly.

“do you want to say that again?”

your smile grew bigger. “you heard me tomura, i said make me,”

before you could blink your wrists were bound by his belt behind your back and you were on your knees staring at his beautiful and very hard cock.

he was leaking precum and you didnt have to be told twice to lick it up but that wasnt on the menu at that moment.

you held out, being stuborn and bratty, waiting for him to make the first move.

and he did.

tomura slapped you in the face “suck on it, slut”

you closed your eyes, licked up his shaft, and took the tip in your mouth.

you bobbed your head up and went further down with each bob, he was longer than he looked.

if your hands werent bound you would spit in your palm when you came up for air and start pumping his base, but that wasnt an option.

each time you came back up you would give special attention to the tip, just as he liked it.

at first tomura sat on the bed and leaned back as you went up and down and up and down his shaft.

between whimpers tomura said “its nice to see my whore wife finally remember who she belongs to.”

he had one hand in your hair directing you and the other to lean back on the bed.

you used teeth after his comment.

he pulled your head back and sat up, using his free hand to hold your face forcing you to look at him.

“i didnt want to drug you but i had to. i had to teach you a lesson. would you rather those fucking perverted men drug you or me? huh? i know you would rather me fuck you raw on this bed right now than either of those fuck faces at the bar huh”

“uh-huh”

“thats what i thought, get on the bed.”

finally. you had been waiting all night.

he took his pants off and unbuttoned his shirt but didnt take it all the way off. you loved his body. He was muscular but only under his cloths, he normally looked slouchy and scrawny. meaning you were the only person who got to see him like this.

you lay with your legs spread open for him. your head propped up with pillows and your hands still tied behind your back.

tomura crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees between your legs.

his two fingers slid up and down you soaked folds.

“all this for me? im flattered”

he inserted his two fingers to your pleading hole.

he took the fingers out and put them in his mouth. rolling his eyes back as he slowly pulled them out of his mouth.

he smirked as he fingered you a little more slowly, then quickly, then slowly but with a third finger.

then finally he pulled out his cock. still red and angry from when you were sucking on it just a minute ago.

and he plunged it inside of you.

luckily you were plenty stretched out from his fingers because he wasted no time in bottoming out and finding his pace.

one of your legs over his shoulder and both of his hands on your his as leverage as he fucked you into the mattress without mercy.

he head back in ecstasy, hair covering his eyes. you could have come just from the sight of it.

you grabbed his fore arm, he looked down at you through his hair. he was glistening with sweat and looked at you a little confused.

you pulled him down, him releasing the leg that was formally on his shoulder.

his thrusts slowed as moved to get on top of you.

you stated sucking a hickey on his neck, he huffed and grabbed a handful of your hair.

“stop i have work” he said through grunts and whimpers.

despite his comment he found where your neck and shoulder met and dug his teeth in.

actually biting you.

you moaned into his hair. heh hummed in satisfaction while he moved to suck on your breasts.

one hand squeeing the right while he sucked on it and the other circling your nipple. occasionally pinching it.

all while he would ppound into your soaking wet entrance and then slowly pull out.

each thrust making squelching noises from your pleasure.

he released your tit with a pop from sucking on it and looked you in the eyes through his hair.

“im gonna cum in you. and were going to have a third. i need to see you pregnant again. full of my kids.”

he licked up your chest and getting closer to you. he pushed your hair out of your face and reiterated:

“you are going to be so fucking pregnant all the time. and everyone who sees you will know that i fucked your raw and i came inside of you. and that you are mine. you will have all of my kids” he moaned “youre my wife and the mother to all of my kids”

he grunted. you squeezed around him, excited at the thought.

he thrusts grew less organized and tomura furrowed his brow.

he stared whimpering “ung im close” he ran a hand through his hair “beg for it”

he didnt have to ask you twice.

you leaned up on your elbows and held his hand.

“please, theres noting i want more than your cum to fill me up. i long for being full and everyone knowing who i belong to”

one final thrust and you felt his cum fill you up.

he ran a hand through his hair. “im not moving for at least 15 minutes the cum has to stay in.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki smut #lov smut #yandere lov #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x y/n #dilf shigaraki #mha shigaraki

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flowersfortheghost · 6 months

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list of ghostflower headcanons♡

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(bc my school wifi sucks, the draft didnt save correctly and accidentally posted it. so if u saw that post, u didnt. i think it only had like 1 note so im good but i freaked the hell out when i saw it was posted bc it was very much unfinished. so yeah, that.)

these sillies have taken up my mind so much, i dont think its okay. i was in math and i just thought about them and got so happy. i just make so many headcanons for them that i decided to make 1 long post about it. kinda a part 2 of a headcanon post i made like 2-3 months ago. enjoy the silliness :D

♡

their first kiss was pretty awkward. gwen wanted to make the first move but failed because shes too short to reach miles. she had to stand on her toes to reach him. (bonus: she uses her ballet shoes to reach miles' face)

gwen will always fall asleep when she's cuddling with miles. she keeps asking for cuddles and miles is like "gwen, love, you're going to fall asleep again." and she responds with "i wont this time." 5 minutes later, shes asleep.

♡

gwen is like a cat with separation issues. she hugs miles so tightly any time he leaves when they are done hanging out.

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gwen always keeps a few sets of spare clothes at 1610, just in case her and miles decide to hang out without all the spidey stuff.

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gwen writes songs about miles. hobie and pav once found it and hobie's like "oh, i know who this is about" and pav is like "this is so sweet!"

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after miles met gwen, the song sunflower just has way more meaning to him. it reminds him so much of her, that whenever he sees a sunflower he thinks of the song, that leading to him thinking about gwen.

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cat lovers. both of them. they talk about getting cats if they one day move in together and they feed stray cats on the streets together (i drew a terrible comic for this its on my tumblr somewhere).

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both of them are just a blushing mess when they first start dating and do small gestures. like they hold hands and both of them are just blushing like crazy.

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miles always kisses gwen before they sleep, and gwen always kisses miles when they wake up.

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they share their money like a married couple. like gwen pays miles back for a coffee he got her like 3 weeks ago.

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they both have little creative work sessions together. like gwen is writing songs about miles and miles is drawing gwen. the few times they share what they make of each other

#and i can make more tbh #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #miles morales #ghostflower #gwiles #i never really use the gwiles tag i just realized #im not normal abt them

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samioli · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Saw this on my dash and there was permission for anyone who writes fics to do it, so I'm doing it!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

41!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

271,531! I'm pretty proud honestly, never thought the number would get so high! Also I'm pretty sure the smut alone is over 100,000 LMAO

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Ace Attorney at the moment!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

like a warm embrace

rough around the edges

wait (they don't love you like I love you)

where there is a flame (someone's bound to get burned)

hold onto me ('cause I'm a little unsteady)

WOW honestly i didnt know the last one was so high!! That was my first ever aa fic.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! What ends up happening is that I respond pretty well at first, but then i get overwhelmed and stop replying :(( And then by the time I'm ok again, i feel like it would be weird to respond. Please know i read each comment and it means the world to me!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely 'burning the memories (that might have redeemed you)' since its a fic that takes place during 1-2 and before edgeworth's character development. I STILL HAVE THE HAPPY ENDING SEQUEL IN MY DRAFTS LMAO. I hope to finish it one day!!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not sure! Most of my fics have happy endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, not hate at least. Ive gotten some backhanded compliments before, but never flat out hate. Thank goodness for that.

9. Do you write smut?

Too friggin much

10. Do you write crossovers?

The closest ive ever gotten is a WIP where its a low-key Good Omens and Ace Attorney crossover, lmao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully no!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! What's new pussycat was translated into Chinese recently!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah, I would be open to it, though!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Nrmt for real. They make my brain go BRRRRRRRR.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a lot, lmao. Probably the sequel to I am not a vessel for your good intent.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue I would say. Dirty talk too, in smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions😔

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Nah, not my thing.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Flash lmao

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I'd have to say Flame! That's my baby, and I think it has some of my best writing and pining in there.

I'm tagging @sapphire-wine, @majoringinsarcasm @sandboxer

@rage-against-the-dying-of-light, @apprenticeofdoyle and anyone else who would like to do this!!!

#narumitsu #ace attorney

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reginageorgesgirlfriend3020 · 11 months

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The day we meet (Part 2)

You were listening to draft day by Drake and you walked past this bench to see many people taking a picture together. You smiled at them as they smiled back. But then you noticed this beautiful girl who also smiled at you. She looked so familiar but at first you couldn't put your finger on it.

But you swear you saw her in a movie. You just kept on walking but then you remembered. 'Oh!' You thought to yourself. 'Where have I seen her before? Scream 5!' You thought to yourself.

But when she smiled at you you felt these little happy butterflies in your tummy like they wanna dance.

"Wow". Melissa said. "That woman is beautiful". She said.

"Go talk to her". Jenna said.

"Oh, no, I dont think I can do that. It seems like shes enjoying the music playing in her headphones". Said Melissa.

And everyone saw you dancing funny.

"She got moves through. I'll help you out. I'll be your wing man! I got you!" Jack Champion said to Melissa.

Melissa smiled. "Gosh shes adorable".

"I'll be back". Jack said.

He walked to where you are and patiently waited for you to turn around.

"Ah!" You said.

"Sorry!" Said Jack. "I didn't mean to scare you".

"Its okay". You said. You took off your beats headphones.

"Do you see that girl over there? Kinda tall? Long hair?" Said Jack.

"Yeah. Yeah I do. Why?" You said.

"She says the way you dance is adorable. And uh...she likes you". Said Jack.

"Hey I know her. She played Sam Carpenter in scream 5. Shes a good actress. And shes cute!" You said.

Jack smiled. "Come on. Let me introduce you to her. What's your name?" He asked.

"I'm (Y/n)". You said.

Jack gave Melissa 2 thumbs up. "I'm Jack". He said. "Nice to meet you too".

You nodded. "Nice to meet you too!"

He introduced you to everyone. You smiled and waved at everyone.

Melissa wanted to give you a hug. She didnt know if she should go for it but she did.

Melissa stood up and gave you a hug. And you hugged her back.

"Sorry". Said Melissa. "I'm a hugger. I'm Melissa"

You smiled at her kindly. "I'm a hugger too! I'm (Y/n)".

Melissa smiled warmly at you. "I saw you dancing over there".

You felt embarrassed. "Oh". You said. "Sorry you saw that".

Melissa giggled. "It was cute...the way you dance".

You laughed. "Thank you".

"We have dance breaks too". Jenna said to you. "Yeah, the other day we had a dance break while in central park". She said.

"You did?" You asked.

"Mhm". Said Melissa.

"That's pretty cool". You said. "I like to dance. And if you're lucky I may give you a little private dance. If you were my girlfriend". You said.

You felt the opportunity to shoot your shot with her so you did.

Melissa giggled. "I may take you up on that offer!!"

You giggled. You really started to like Melissa right away. You could feel she had a protective presence about her. And that shes safe to be around and that shes really cool.

"We are thinking of getting a coffee. Would you like to go with us?" Melissa asked you.

"Sure!" You said.

While everyone walked in front of you and Melissa it's the perfect chance for you to get to know her more.

"I can buy you coffee if you want. Do you like iced coffee?" Melissa asked you.

"I love iced coffee!!" You beamed. "Sorry". You said.

Melissa laughed slightly. "My treat". She said.

"Thank you ". You said.

"You're welcome" She said.

And you weren't sure what came over you but you decided to hold her hand as she held yours too. You and Melissa smiled at each.

After you and her got iced coffee you walked back to the bench.

I know how this is gonna sound but...will you go on a date with me?" Melissa asked you.

"Yes. But I also wanna be your girlfriend". You said.

Melissa kissed you on the lips as you kissed her back.

"Is that a yes?" You asked.

"That's yes!!" Said Melissa.

#scream 6 #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #Jack Landry x reader #melissa barrera x reader #melissa barrera

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nghtwngs · 2 years

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how to love a hero

description: how to love and be loved by a hero: with tenderness and warmth, washing the blood from each other’s hands after a long day.

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader (implied; could be read as platonic)

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

word count: 2.2k

warnings: not canon compliant, canon-typical violence, blood/injury, nonsexual nudity (gn!reader), kissing, swearing, 16+

a/n: one of the panels from moon knight (2006) inspired this cause it left me in shambles. they shower together (not explicit) marc and reader both need a hug and they’re getting one here!! i was writing from my shit memory, so my mind muddled some of the scenes from the show together (and bc i didnt know where i was going with this) but i fixed it. i also held this hostage in my drafts for like 2 (3?) months sorry lol

The handcuffs around your wrists felt like an unnecessary touch. You weren’t really sure why these people even had them in the first place, but after what you did to a quite few of them, you guessed it was probably a smart precautionary measure. Arthur Harrow’s followers kept shoving you forward like you couldn’t walk yourself. Your legs and hands ached and so did your head, but the pain suddenly went to the back of your mind when your eyes met the reason you were here.

Marc was kneeling on the ground, hands behind his back. The several guns pointed directly at his face made you swallow thickly, throat drying up fast. Your name flew out of his mouth when he saw you, eyes hanging on the blood stains all over your clothes before searching for any injuries. Marc immediately assumed the worst because that’s always been what he’s best at—and you must’ve been bleeding out with the amount of red he could see.

He lunged at Harrow, but his shoulders were pressed down roughly. “You piece of shit!”

“It’s not mine, Marc,” you reassured him, wrists straining against the tight cuffs.

“Did quite a number on my people, actually,” Harrow said as he took a few steps towards you. You thought you heard the faint sound of broken glass, but you weren’t sure where it was coming from. He glanced over his shoulder. “I can’t help but wonder what Ammit’s verdict might be.”

“I’ll fucking kill you!” Marc screamed, voice strained and fists clenched so hard that his nails dug crescent shapes in his palms.

Harrow held out his hand. “So hand over the scarab, and we won’t have to find out.”

Marc inhaled sharply, glancing at you. You shook your head at him, mouthing, Don’t. Khonshu stood sternly behind you, staff in hand. He wasn’t sure if it was a taunt or pity—more likely the former—but Marc’s heart hammered against his chest. It felt like forever had passed before he shook his own in defeat. His shoulders sunk. “I can’t… I can’t do that.” His chest tightened when the words left his mouth, the taste of bile on his tongue.

“It’s funny,” Harrow began with the tilt of his head before clarifying, “how much you two are like. You, Marc, push everyone you care about away. You pushed them away, so they wouldn’t be able to see you how you see yourself: unworthy of love. So that they couldn’t.”

Your gaze found Marc, but he was unable to meet yours.

“Bastard,” he muttered.

Harrow turned to you with a smile that made your skin itch. It felt so empty for a man who claimed he wanted to bring justice to the world; a really fucked up kind of justice. “And you, you desperately tried to stay far away from him. To keep him from seeing any part of you that was real, so that he wouldn’t realize how undeserving of love you feel you are. How pathetic you feel standing next to him and everyone around you. They’re all so capable, but what are you good at?”

Your throat was hoarse as you answered, “Killing you.”

“But that’d make you a criminal, and doesn’t Marc want to be a hero? Is that not why he serves Khonshu?” He sighed, shifting his weight back onto his cane. “But that old bird knows nothing of justice.”

“Killing millions of innocent people is justice?”

“I’m simply getting rid of the choice of evil, eradicating it and preventing bad people from doing terrible things.”

“What happens when there’s no one left to make that choice?” He turned away from you as you continued, “The kind of justice you talk about is contingent on there being good, perfect people. They don’t exist. What kind of mistake determines that you have to die?”

Harrow walked towards you, appearing unfazed by your words. “Ammit knows all. Her justice is absolute. Harsh, maybe, but necessary.”

The man on your right released one of your wrists from the cuffs, yanking your arm roughly. You fought back, but they only held onto you tighter. You were definitely going to find bruises in the morning. Well, only if you were alive to find them. But before Harrow could take your arm, you heard the cry of your name. Everyone’s eyes landed on Marc, now clothed in Khonshu’s ceremonial armor, fighting off Ammit’s followers.

This was your opening. The chaos had the man’s hold on you loosen. You yanked your arm from his grasp and quickly grabbed the empty side of the handcuffs before wrapping the chain around his neck. He squirmed beneath you, thrashing wildly until he fell limp. You threw him toward the guy pointing a gun at you, but his eyes widened, falling forward with two crescent darts in his back.

You took the gun under his body. It was heavy in your hands, but the weight felt familiar. Your stomach churned at that—but there wasn’t any time to think. Marc needed your help. You reminded yourself that Steven did too. The only sounds you could hear were the bullets. You hoped Marc was okay. You found cover behind a table that had fallen over, eyes scanning the surroundings.

He had a group of people around him, unloading all of their ammo at him. It was a futile effort. The armor he had on was bulletproof. He was taking them down with ease. You took the clearest shots you could find to help, taking as many of them as you could down.

Suddenly, you were hitting the dirty ground. Your head began to throb terribly. You groaned, clutching your skull. What did you just get hit with? A fucking semi-truck? You heard your name again, or at least you thought you did because there was also a relentless ring in your ears now. A woman turned you over, her knuckles meeting your cheek. You tried to block her, but your reflexes were a lot slower after you took her first hit.

You panted, cursing under your breath. You finally gained the advantage, and your fist met her face. Years of training made this feel like second nature. You felt your knuckles split open. You kept hitting and hitting until you couldn’t hear her groans or anything anymore. Tears pricked your eyes and the world in front of you began to blur. All you could feel was your hand against her skin.

Moon Knight pulled you off the woman, his wrapped hands on the sides of your face as he yelled your name. You kept heaving like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air for your lungs. After a few minutes, you finally started to register his voice.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “You’re safe now.”

Your eyes fell onto the woman, who was now slumped on the ground, in horror. There was blood and dirt and grime all over her face which had already started to bruise purple. It had matched your stinging knuckles. Bright crimson stained your skin.

You did that?

“Hey, look at me.” Marc tilted your head back towards him, eyes meeting yours. Even though his touch was gentle, you still winced.

Both you and Marc looked around warily. Harrow was nowhere to be found.

“Are you okay?” you choked out, wrapping his arm around your neck to support him.

He frowned. “Are you?”

“I’ve been worse. You were taking most of the shots.”

“I’ll be fine,” he answered. “It didn’t even hurt.”

You looked at him like you didn’t believe him, but you don’t press further because you knew it wouldn’t go anywhere.

You weren’t sure how either of you managed to sneak into the hotel room without being noticed. You both looked like you fell into a ditch together. That was if the ditch was bloody. Very bloody. You had run out of clothes to change into, but your somewhat clean jackets seem to have done the job just fine. You heard the click of the lock behind you. The room was still a mess. The shards of glass from the broken mirror were still there. You frowned.

Not much had been said since you escaped. Barely. But you’ve done this before. You’ve done this a million times—so why did this feel so different? Was it because Harrow saw right through you? He hadn’t even met you until today. The silence between you was heavy and inescapable, but not oppressive. The two of you were always better when it was quiet. Neither of you were very good with words.

You stepped into the bathroom with Marc following right behind. You couldn’t remember who turned on the water, but the heat radiating in the room felt good. The mirror slowly began to glaze over. What was left of your reflections were now a blur of colors, a fog of an ugly red and brown. You wiped off part of the mirror with your palm. The corners of your mouth curled down at the sight. Cuts littered your face, and your lips were split open. You were nearly unrecognizable.

You felt Marc’s hand on your cheek, warm and pulling you to face him. He had looked about the same as you did, the only difference being that he was still familiar to you. His touch was still gentle, and his brown eyes were still soft. You let out a shaky breath, and his thumb rises to your eye, wiping the tear that you didn’t realize had escaped.

You missed him terribly.

Marc had chipped away at your resolve over the years you’d known him, digging his way into your heart like no one else had before. It was frustrating. You hadn’t made it easy, but he kept trying until he saw every part of you. The ones that you didn’t want him to see. The ones that made you feel unlovable and alone. The ones that left an ache in your chest and a hesitance in your step.

But somehow, even though he’d seen all of you by now, it felt like you’d barely seen any of him. You thought you did. You thought you’d seen all the wonderful and the terrible already. You always thought you knew him better than yourself. You were wrong. But still, you wanted to see all of him. You knew you could love it all. You could learn to like Steven too. Adapt. You were always good at that.

Nothing ever mattered as long as you had Marc.

You leaned into him, listening to the sound of his breaths and the pitter-patter of the shower running, and then you were kissing him. The press of his lips against yours was soft, unsure. He was always gentle, so gentle for a man who used to live to kill, but in your arms, he was putty. You were a gift that he never deserved, and now you were here, so forgiving and loving. His hot tears slid down your cheeks as he pulled you into his embrace.

You tugged on his jacket to let him know you wanted it off. He didn’t want to let go because what if you wanted to leave? What if you wanted to leave him the way he left you? Your fingers rubbed the small of his back where his clothes had ridden up and left some skin exposed. You let him hold you a little longer before his grip finally loosened.

You peeled off the layers of clothing until you could see all the scars on his skin. They had healed already, but they were there. Faint like a distant memory. The fresher wounds had healed too. Khonshu’s armor, you guessed. You felt Marc flinch under your touch as you traced lines into his skin. You didn’t even realize you were doing that. He soon relaxed and began to lean into your touch. You wondered if it was just as familiar to him as his was to you. Like it was muscle memory, something that could never be unlearned no matter how many years passed.

Your clothes came off quickly after, eager to rid yourself of the dirt that covered you. Marc’s hands held your shaky ones between his under the shower head. He rubbed the dried blood away. It stung your hands, but you didn’t mind the pain. The water that ran into the drain was brown. You kept your eyes shut tight, tilted away.

The shower knob squeaked as Marc twisted it, changing it to an acceptable temperature. He was the first to step in, his hair already soaking as he held his hand out for you. You quietly took it, joining him. He cupped your jaw with his hands, wiping the grime off your face with more care than you’d ever experienced from anyone. His eyes met yours, and the way he looked at you was so soft that you just wanted to cry again.

His thumb swiped your lip, and then he pressed his lips on yours, melting into you. The taste of him, faintly metallic and minty, was all you could think about. The way he felt against you with the water running down your skin, warm and hot and consuming all of your thoughts. You were drowning in him, and you welcomed it with open arms. It could have been the end of the world (in fact, it kind of was), and you think you would be content with this. To be at the end of it all with him.

Neither of you said anything, but you both knew. You didn’t have to say it. You already had many times before, but either way, you felt it in his touch, in the taste of him, in the look in his eyes.

You felt loved.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine

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possumproductions · 2 months

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Shittiest tiny fic draft for the zombie au ive been brainstorming… in my brain until now-

- death note zombie au, takes place after light regains his memories and is about to complete his plans to end L.. a zombie plague causes him to run (https://www.tumblr.com/possumproductions/743695287607066624/deathnote-zombie-au-what-if-in-response-to-kira for more info) - after 2 years of the apocalypse light finally returns to L looking to work together for a cure-

((Just had to get this out of my brain my god i wish i could say ill write more but who knows also no shade its sloppy pfft))

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“Well.. i cant say i saw this coming.”

Light kept his hands clasped together, fingers intertwined held on the back of his head. The masked figure stood with a gun pointed directly at lights chest, he heard his own breath catch in the silence… that voice…

“Light… Why are you here?”

There was a softness there, perhaps unintentional, but it was there.

The gun remained raised as the figure used his other hand to pull back the black mask, revealing stubble and eyes as dark as light could remember them, as if the years had been days.

“Hello L”

All he got back for that tepid response was an agonising sigh, his former enemy unable to control it.

“You better come in, a hoard will be here soon..”

The shriek of an alarm partnered with red flashing lights began just as L turned to walk inside, as if he’d activated them for effect.

Light stumbled forward, cautious yet determined to follow into the fortress.

He had little time to feel relief before the room turned pitch black, a large metal door slamming shut as soon as he passed its threshold.

“Ryusaki? What is this?”

A swift kick answered his call as Light fell to the floor with the unmistakable weight of a boot on his back. L pounced in the dark and locked Lights wrists into the oh-so-familiar shackles that clicked shut. He couldnt help it, he started chuckling at the irony, unable to contain himself in such a ridiculous moment. L grunted in anger, shoving him back down with a harsh jolt as he stepped back. The force cut light off and he managed to bite his own tongue, blood leaking out of his mouth and dripping onto the floor.

“Fuck, great to see you too!”

“Shut up.” L strode away up the metal steps that appeared as the overhead lighting flashed back on. Light just slumped in relief, feeling the cold metal on his cheek manage to stiffle the sharp pain in his mouth. This was still, out of all his previous imagined scenarios of the moment they met again, far far better than expected- for one thing L didnt shoot him, and he was inside away from the terror outside.

He gave L a good 15 minutes of peace, not wanting to risk his mind changing just yet. As he rolled on his side, he stretched and contorted to pull his arms under his legs and out in front of him. He felt like an old hat at this, the handcuffs barely causing trouble as he stood up smoothly. When he did eventually climb the stairs and round the corner to peer past the door frame, he saw L sitting beside what looked like a shuttered window. There was a pool of smoke lazily drifting to the crack in the glass, pulling it through and out into the evening air. He took another drag and spoke without looking at Light.

“Why… what are you doing here.”

It didnt sound like a question, or at least not one for Light to answer just yet, instead he offered his own.

“Arent you impressed i survived this long?”

Now it was Ls turn to laugh, he tried to cover it with a cough that got away from him, smoke spluttering out of his mouth.

“You never smoked before…” Light whispered.

L caught his breath, but then he turned to face Light as he spoke and the fond moment of familiarity disappeared, replaced with a cold expression of anger.

“Why. Are. You. Here.”

Light stepped back, cursing himself for retreating yet unable to hide it.

“I… well.” How the hell would he explain himself?

“Im waiting.”

Light paused, staring momentarily at the hands cuffed before him, looking up at the man who had continued to imprison and release him in an endless cycle.

“I need your help.”

#death note #lawlight #light yagami #light #l #l/light #lawlight death note #death note au #death note fanfiction #zombie au

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iminlovewithwomen · 1 year

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Could you do a romantic x reader headcanons about Ray Manchester/Captain Man 😍 (First Meeting, Spending time with reader and giving her job at Junk N'Stuff, Finding out that Ray has romantic feelings for the reader, Ray flirting with the reader, First Date/First Kiss, The reader finding out Ray's secret, the reader on a secret date with Ray as Captain Man) !

yes ofc i love him

GENDER NEUTRAL FOR ALL Y'ALL WOMEN AND MEN THAT LOVE HIM

Ray Manchester Headcannons

ok so

y'all met in like the middle of season two

you were casually looking for a job when you found the junk n stuff application

you were like

"holy shit this is perfect"

just to find the most HANDSOME man you've ever met

you work as the cashier

ray would sometimes come out of the basement and hang out with you on not so busy days

you guys would joke around and laugh and it was amazing

you eventually felt feelings for him but you hid it well

one day

henry came out of the back and was like

"yo i just wanted to tell you that ray likes you but he's too much of a coward to tell you that"

you sat there in shock while henry left and as soon as he did

ray came dashing to you saying stuff like

"i promise you whatever he just said is not true!"

you assured him that it was okay and that you felt the same but he could not believe it

yeah he was cocky a lot about how he's so handsome and yadayadayada

but he just couldn't realize why you liked him

you started dating after that

he would sometimes come up to the store just to be like

"hi, love"

ITS SO ADORABLE AHHHH

everytime he came up just to see you

you were as red as a tomato

that man is so in love with you istg

as soon as he saw you he was like

"yep. they're the one"

a little while after

ray asked you out on a date and you started screaming and jumping because it had been around 2-3 months by that time and you were just patiently waiting for him to ask you out

he took you to Fred Lobster bc he wanted it to be perfect for your first date

and it was

guys this was sitting in my drafts for a month straight.

YES I KNOW I DIDNT GET TO ALL OF THE PLOTS IN THE REQUEST IM SO SORRY ANON 😭😭 i felt bad for keeping you waiting for so long

#henry danger #henry hart #ray manchester #captain man #jasper dunlop #charlotte page #captain man x reader #ray manchester x reader

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jwsflower · 2 years

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oversize hoodie

pairing: idol!jake x nonidol fem!reader

genre: fluff <3

warnings: kissing (?)

It was another day where you had decided to tag along to jakes practice, you usually tagged along to them when you had a day off. Other members were used to seeing you around and didnt mind it.

While they were praticing you decided to not distract jake since you knew how much he likes being near you, so you decided to just look around the dressing room because there was nothing better to do.

While you were looking around you saw a small closet and decided to look into it. There was various of boys clothes, well mostly sweatpants or hoodies. As you were looking through the pile you saw jakes hoodie, you actually recognised it because you were the one who gifted him it and it honestly made you glad that he has it here and wore it.

But then all of a sudden you had an urge to put it on because it looked so comfy and so you did. When you put it on it was almost like a dress for you, it was little bit above you knees.

While you were in your own thoughts and just looking at yourself in the mirror you heard the door open behind you. You turned around and you saw jake coming in. He had noticed that you were wearing his hoodie.

" hey jake, is the pratice over already?" you asked.

" hey baby, noo not yet i just wanted to check up on you since we are having a small break right now."

" ah okayy "

" ive noticed you've found one of my hoodies already, you look very cute in it " he smiled.

you come closer to him and burried your face into his chest. " hmm, what was that for? " he asked.

" Nothing, its just the effect you have on me.. " you said that as ur chest was still burried into his chest.

" Huh? what was that " he teasingly asked. " I know you heard me sim. " you pulled away.

As you pulled away he leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips, but before you could say anything you heard the door open.

" Jake we're starting again, come back. " Jungwon called out. " Aw sorry baby, i gotta go but see you later. "

" okay.. " you replied. Before he left he cupped your cheeks and gave you a kiss again. " dont be sad pratice ends in 2 hours, but dont miss me too much " he teasted.

" okay, okay hurry not before Jungwon gets mad "

a/n: This is kinda bad i cant 🥲 but i didn't want to leave this in my drafts so i did it like this, i hope you guys like it anyways.

#jake #sim jake #enhypen #jake imagines #jake fluff #jake x reader #jake drabbles #jake oneshots #jake reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen oneshots #enhypen reactions #jake enhypen #sim jake x reader #enhypen x reader

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effervescentdragon · 7 months

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It took me ages to find the notif but I know I got tagged by my beloved @antimonyandthyme who is darling dearest dbest and I'm still in the ignoring life phase so here we go <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

80! I have 80 works and 500 msgs in my inbox and I am a bit insane about it.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

535,111. Fuck i didn't know. This is insane.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, F1. I wrote Silm exclusively for a while, but who knows at this point I'll honestly take whatever gets the creativity going.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

piarles montreal date fic, piarles omegaverse porn, piarles doggystyle porn, sebchal where charles wins monaco 22, charlos engineer au. i'm seeing a bit of a pattern here.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, or I try to. I go in and I respond in bulk, or sometimes I respond as I see them because I get so many at once I get overwhelmed. If I don't respond it's because I'm overwhelmed but I love and cherish every single one and I go and reread them when I'm feeling down and sad. Just know that all the comments I get are absolutely the best part of writing. <3333

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

in f1, for me it was that one sebchal tumblr ficlet where they didnt have a happy ending and seb was a bastard, which i can't find bcs i write too much and i hate that one. i think if you go into the tag "another pacific rim au you will find a LOT of angsty endings. oh also, my mean prompts. and any makkinen, i think. they are particularly angsty for me.

in silm... damn. me and azh my beloved literally have an angst-off fic. every silm fic i've written is angsty as fuck. maybe the one where maedhros throws himself into the fiery chasm? or any one with lalwen, including the grief ficlets on tumblr? glorfindel/curufin? oooh. i know. silvergifting. my silvergifting.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

For me? piarles star trek au , piarles pirate au, and sebchal old guard au.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not particularly, not traditional "I hate this". I get entitled comments that are like "will you write more" or "write more" or "i wish you'd do this and this" and i either ignore or block them bcs I do this shit for free and nobody is entitled to it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. I am very good at tender-porn with feelings, or so I've been told.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

AU's. So many AU's. That's my bread and butter. I did do a silm/f1 crossover as I was grappling with my feelings about rpf, but once I crossed the line I never looked back.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! My Simi+ Welcome to Japan got translated wonderfully into Chinese HERE and I'm still soft thinking about it <33333

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I don't think I can do that in the fic. I am playing in @wolfiemcwolferson and @duquesademiel's playground right now, and I do have that silm angst-off fic with my beloved @admirablemonster <3 but I can't write with-with someone.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Steve/Bucky or Kirk/Spock.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pfffft a million in my drafts? there is so many of them that i started as a way of coping and i dont know really. I still live in hope i'll finish them all.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Emotions? I think I write good emotions. Also, building universes and adapting them in my AU's. Oh, and symbolism. I pack so much symbolism in everything my GODS.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Gahhh. Keeping it to the point. Finishing things. Show-don't-tell.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like doing it tbh, because it gives me the opportunity to remind myself of the languages and I get distracted ith, for example, Russian grammar. However, these days I only do it for like, tearms of endearment and stuff like that, because I'm also very bad at incorporating translations (i forger), so I'm trying not to torture my readers. I love doing it in Silm for that reason exactly, pondering Quenya and Sindarin grammar aaaaa. Can you tell I'm a linguist at heart? xD

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, and it was a self-insert OC my beloved.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Sebchal Old Guard AU and Galadriel character exploration fic.

gonna tag, well, those already tagged above and then @deathicus-sling @fingons-rad-harp @absynthe--minded @blorbocedes @ayceeofspades @saecookie @jean----ralphio @nikosheba @brazilgp @milflewis @jaz-the-bard @ruiniel @goddammitjim @colors-of-feeling

and tbh whoever wants to do it? love you all!

#effervescentdragonwrites #f1 rpf #silm fic

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olga and tolys' body headcanons?

i was actually planning on making this post with drawings but i didnt have time to draw it so... also there was another ask like this but it didn't let me edit the draft so i had to delete it and start over and the ask was gone😭

i actually headcanon both tolys and olga as pretty strong, both of them more than likely carry a lot of heavy stuff around and doing all the work around the house also requires some strength after all

olga has strong hands and legs, has wide thighs, and despite being bigger she still has somewhat of a nice waist. i imagine she probably volunteers a lot when she has time (and yk in our time i mean volunteer as in help soldiers which involves a lot) so she keeps up her physical shape, plus doing all the housework at her home

now speaking of scars, considering her complicated history she has quite a bunch of them:

1. olga also has a scar on her stomach from the defeat in the battle of berestechko 1651. it has somewhat faded since then

2. a scar on her chest from the battle of kyiv 1941

3. long scar going down from her shoulder blades to her waist from the khmelnytsky uprising 1648-1657

4. she also has one on her neck closer to the collarbone from the war of independence in 1921

5. had a scar on her chest from the siege of kyiv in 1240 but it has faded since then.

6. she has a long ugly scar on her upper back from the january uprising. it hurt a lot for the first couple decades but doesnt as much these days. sometimes it still hurts, which is also a cause for her back pains besides her chest size.

generally i think ukraine has a lot of small scars on her upper arms from weapons, and her hands have scratches from all sorts of work. speaking of those, my friend pointed out that in most official art ukraine has clothes with clothes upper arms and back which conveniently ties into my headcanons

now speaking of tolys i dont have many headcanons as unfortunately im not as familiar with history of lithuania, so im open to hear any of the headcanons yall might have😭

as ive mentioned before, i think tolys is also pretty strong even if he doesn't look all that menacing (cue that one sketch from himaruya where italy crash tests other characters' chests.). he may look pretty dead outside but boy these muscles do the work 🤭

i dont have any specific scar headcanons for liet, just mostly scars on his back we already know from canon. he was in many battles so there plenty of scars all over

also i think he has a habit of nervous scratching, and sometimes those dont heal for a while because he scratches them open again

now one of my favorite headcanons for tolys is that he has wolf-like fangs! it all comes down from the legend of the founding of vilnius, where gediminas dreamt of an iron wolf on a hill and a priest said it was a sign, so gediminas built the capital there

when latvia saw his fangs for the first time it kinda scared him, he thought lithuania was a werewolf😭

thats it for now! id be glad to hear any headcanons you guys have, bc i kinda suck at making them

#ask #lietukr #anonymous #aph #hetalia #aph lithuania #hws lithuania #aph ukraine #hws ukraine #hws

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