#i should watch the worlds cats more closely for inspiration

[gojoed]

i so need to work on that vash cat fic in my google docs. it’s staring at me. with it’s big ol eyes filled with about 700 words. i need to write about vash’s possible adventures as a cat.

#i genuinely want to make it a series #i should watch the worlds cats more closely for inspiration #also would you guys mind if i made it with a reader too #like you can insert yourself into it #yknow what i'm talking about #yeah? yeah. #requests for vash cat adventures are welcome too #cause i'm sure you guys have things in mind #maybe #maybe your head is empty like mine. #actually it's not #there's a BUNCH in there even i don't know what i have in that mess #anywa #y #trigun #trigun stampede #blegh

[anxious-lee]

Ask || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||

A/N: what can I say? they inspire me. you know what else inspires me? the agonizing lack of content there is for them 💀

Ship: Huskerdust

No beta, we die for our craft

Word count: 1,720

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One wouldn't typically think of obnoxious behavior as out of character for Angel Dust, but this was a tad excessive. In a way that spells out exactly what he wants, if you know what to look for.

Angel had a very particular set of needs, some being more overt than others, but one facet of his desire was not known to many. Ironically, his incessant jabber of licking holes and getting punished weren't nearly as vulnerable as this information was. He never told his nightly flings, he never told Valentino, and he rarely became close enough to anyone to be able to share.

Angel Dust, the world-renowned porn star, loved to be tickled.

Now, some might say this could very easily fit into his menagerie of BDSM kinks. But that's what was so humiliating. It wasn't a kink. It wasn't sexy. It was romantic. Even downright fond.

His need would be fulfilled from time to time as partners or clients sought playfulness, but he wouldn't bring up his appreciation of it. Merely went along with and pretended to hate it. How far that was from the truth.

The obvious downside to this, of course, is that no one is available to satisfy your lee moods. Like today, for example.

The minute Angel woke up, he knew today was going to be one of those days.

The thoughts were driving him mad. He needed someone to hold him and touch him and take away his control in a way that had nothing to do with pain or power. It was about trust and love and sharing and fucking christ, does he sound like a hippie.

The thought of telling Husk did cross his mind, seeing as how they were now a month into their relationship, but he quickly banished it to where all the other scary thoughts go. Surely, he would laugh at him or look at him with disgust.

He couldn't risk it this time.

Not with Husk.

Not with him.

Fortunately, there was an option B. You see, he already loved to get on people's nerves, and that happened to be the most successful way to get tickled. As retribution.

The hotel guests, of course, didn't pick up on Angel's different behavior. They merely gave him a smirk or an eye-roll, but nothing more. Except, of course, Husk.

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Angel sauntered over to the bar counter where his pussycat was busy at work polishing bottles.

"Mornin', Whiskers. Did ya dream of me?" Angel said, batting his eyelashes.

Husk chuckled. "Yeah, I did. It was the noisiest dream of my afterlife."

Angel gasped in mock offense and pouted. "I thought you liked our little chats!"

"I do when I'm not working. Just sit tight until I'm on my break, we can go cuddle as much as you want then, okay?"

"But that's sooo long from now!"

Returning to his bottles, Husk half-turned away from Angel, who was growing antsy.

He waited a couple of moments, then very swiftly poked his bartender in the arm.

"Baby, I can't talk right now, I'm busy."

Another poke.

"Fuck, can't you wait 5 minutes?" Husk sighed with a hint of annoyance.

It seemed to be working. One more push should send him over the edge.

Angel plucked the rag out of Husk's paw and held it out of his reach.

Husk finally turned to face his boyfriend.

Was this it? Was he gonna snap and tickle him senseless for pestering him?

The cat leaned forward, grabbed the rag, and went back to his task after giving Angel a tired glare.

It was obvious to the spider that his lover wouldn't bite. Defeated, he left the bar to find something else to distract himself with.

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It was a few hours later when Angel found himself cuddled up next to Husk watching a movie. It was some crime boss flick, something-or-other. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't paying much attention to it. The incessant thoughts of laughter and smiles spun 'round his head, keeping his focus off of the gunfight happening on-screen.

On impulse, Angel started playing with Husk's ears, plucking and pulling and flicking in any way he could to get a rise out of him.

"What the- stop! I'm trying to watch." The cat said.

"I ain't doing nothing~"

Next, Angel gave a teensy little push to Husk's tophat, just enough to put it off-center.

"If you're that bored, why'd you pick this movie?" Was the reply.

"Who said I was bored? I'm very entertained," Angel said.

And finally, he twirled his finger around the tail beside him like a spaghetti noodle and gave it a tug.

That seemed to do the trick. Husk's face whipped to meet Angel's.

"What is going on with you? You've been pressing my buttons all day. What's the matter? You feeling friskier than normal or somethin'?" Husk was confused, and annoyed certainly, but more than anything, curious. This wasn't typical Angel Dust behavior. This was a cry for help. In regards to what, he had no idea.

Angel certainly wasn't giving him any help. "I don't know what you're talking about," he quipped with a smile tugging at his lips.

Husk watched him for a moment, then seemingly gave up and returned to cuddling in front of the movie.

It only frustrated Angel more. What was with this guy?! It didn't normally take THIS much effort to instigate a good tickle fight! And the cuddling made everything worse. Like waving a bone in front of a dog. He was given just enough touch to drive him crazy but not enough to satisfy his hunger.

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Several days had gone by, and Angel's lee mood persisted, and Husk still wasn't taking the bait. The spider began to wonder if he would ever get tickled again at this rate.

One night, the two sinners were sitting in bed together, being on their phones or reading. It was quiet nights in with each other like these that they treasured more than anything.

Angel had lost almost all hope of actually getting tickled. No matter what he tried to get Husk's goat, nothing worked. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try.

Husk was so enraptured by the book in front of him that he didn't notice the mischievous look creeping onto his boyfriend's face.

Angel snatched the book out from Husk's nose and dangled it in front of him. "Why would you want to look at some ol' book when you could be looking at meee~?"

Husk gave the usual huff and eye-roll.

Angel waited for a moment, then set the book aside in order to sprawl across Husk's lap with his hands supporting his head.

"What's the matter, Whiskers?" He emphasized the provoking nickname. "Am I botherin' ya?"

Angel pursed his lips and gave the kitty's nose a boop.

For a moment, it was silent as Husk looked down at his lover in what looked to be...

An epiphany.

Then came the chuckle.

"You know, if you wanted it so bad, you coulda just asked," Husk sultry said.

What?

What did that-

Angel didn't have time to finish the thought before Husk's claws were dancing nimbly on his sides. He squealed in startlement, and the giggles came flowing out. As much as his body wanted to worm and wriggle away from the touch, his heart was exactly where it wanted to be. Where he needed to be. But what Husk had said-

"Whahat does thahahat mehehean?!" The spider queried.

"Don't act like you haven't been trying to provoke me into ticklin' you this whole time. Honestly, it all seems kinda obvious now," Husk laughed, "Can't believe I didn't piece it together sooner."

Wait, he knew?!

Abort, abort, abort!

"I dohont know whahahat you're tahahalking abohohout!"

"Relax, I ain't judging," Husk assured warmly, "I've heard of far stranger things than a pesky little brat who wants to relinquish control every now and then. 'Sides, I can't say it's not adorable." His voice took on a more teasing tone at that last statement.

And Angel noticed it.

His face began burning hellfire red as the claws at his sides still scribbled furiously, and his giggles now elevated to laughter.

"Ihihit's NOHOHOT!" Angel cried indignantly.

"Uh huh. And what do you call this?" Husk darted his hands up to the spider's neck and scritched and scratched into every nook and cranny he could reach.

Glass could shatter at the pitch Angel shrieked. His chortles returned to snickers and giggles as he tried to invert his head into his body like a turtle. What's more, he even began to 'tee-hee'. Like a coquettish little school girl. How humiliating.

"Seems pretty cute to me~," Husk cooed with a saccharine smile.

Angel couldn't tell if he loved it or hated it.

"I've never seen this smile on you before! Maybe I should tickle you all the time."

Definitely loved it.

Husk ran his claws down from his neck to his shoulders all the way down to his underarms.

The spider's arms snapped with the strength of a bear trap. He screeched with all his might and began to cackle. This was the most pleasant hell he's ever been in! His face-splitting grin wasn't just from all the laughing. He hoped Husk knew that.

The cat in question jumped at the loud noise. "Woah! Didn't realize this was a bad spot. You okay down there?" His fingers slowing for a second.

Angel could not nod fast enough.

Husk could feel his icy heart melting. Christ, the things this boy did to him. He'd keep this up all night if it kept Angel happy and free and forgetful of his troubles.

"Alright, just let me know when you've had enough," and with that, Husk tickled his pits harder than he did before, "But next time, just ask for this instead of purposely getting on my nerves. I'd rather just give you the love without the headache, okay baby?"

And he did.

It wasn't easy for Angel, but part of this new dynamic was learning to trust each other, hoping that the other would catch them when they fell. Every moment they spent together proved that they would.

But for now, all that was left was Angel's blissful laughter, Husk's light-hearted teases, and five nosy tennants listening in from beyond the door.

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The more tickle scenes I write, the harder it is to think of new things to say lol 😅

Thank you all so much for the kind feedback, you guys are why I write ❤️

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[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 25]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.1K

It was cliche but you and Yunho decided to end the day on the ferris wheel. Both your fingers were still laced as you stood in line, it seemed to have become the new normal. Your other hand was wrapped around Yuyu.

"Watch your step." Yunho cautioned as you stepped into the cabin. The operator tipped his hat at the both of you with a smile and closed the door.

"Did you have fun today?" Yunho asked as you stared out into the night sky and the ground that was slowly becoming further away.

"Yeah..." You replied, an indication that you weren't 100% paying attention to what Yunho was asking.

"(y/n)?" Yunho called softly. You finally turned your head to look at him, your eyes meeting his. Although your face didn't show it, Yunho could see the swirling emotion in your eyes.

"I know we're taking things slow. But... you can tell me anything, okay? As much or as little as you want." He said, searching your eyes seriously.

"Okay." You chewed your bottom lip, turning your head to stare back out at the rest of the lit carnival.

"I used to love the carnival... My mom made sure to bring me every year and we would spend the whole day here as a family. When she got sick, we couldn't come but she promised me that we would come back. But then she just got sicker and sicker... So I never came back." You said, in a soft voice but Yunho heard you.

"The carnival used to bring me such happiness, reminding me of all the good memories I had of my family. But at some point, it started to remind me of my mother's sickness." You confessed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have suggested coming here..." Yunho said, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"No... don't be sorry. You wouldn't have known, Yunho. I don't blame you, it's all on me." You faced him again, tears swimming in your eyes.

"Don't cry." He reached up to wipe a stray tear off your cheek.

"I'm glad we came, you've rekindled a love of mine for the carnival, one that I thought died along with my mother a long time ago. You've rewritten the happy memory." You gulped.

"I hope to always give you happy memories." Yunho said, pulling you to his chest to hug you tightly

"I'm sorry..." You said against him.

"Listen, there's nothing for you to be sorry about." Yunho hugged you tighter. He didn't know that your mother was sick and died. Looking back, the way you spoke of her with such fondness, he should have picked up on it a lot quicker.

"Yunho, there's so much more I want to tell you... But I'm scared that I scare you away." You told him honestly. Yunho pulled away, holding your cheeks in his hands, thumbs still wiping your tears.

"I won't be scared, (y/n). Not of you and who you are. Take your time, there's no rush. You don't have to tell me everything now."

"Thank you, Yunho." You whispered.

"We have all the time in the world. Thank you for sharing that with me, I know it musn't have been easy... I'm sure your mother was a lovely person." He smiled softly.

"She was. And I know that if I introduced you, she would have loved you." You laughed.

"Why? Tell me more about her." Yunho encouraged, showing his earnest and genuine curiosity to learn about her.

"She's the reason I got into cooking and that I love food. Seeing how happy she was in the kitchen, it inspired me to be happy cooking and to make others happy with my food. She loved people who could eat, that's why she loved feeding Seonghwa. I know she would have loved to cook for you." You said.

"So you've been cooking with her since you were young?"

"I guess so. Things were different for me as a kid, it wasn't a normal childhood. Being close to her, cooking with her, gave me a sense of normalcy." You explained.

"That's nice, I can imagine little you in the kitchen, learning how to cook." He giggled.

"I could barely see over the counter top. Always needed my step stool everywhere so I pushed it to where I needed it." You chuckled.

"If you're such a good cook now, I can only imagine how amazing her food must have been." Yunho said with a big grin. You nodded in agreement.

"Until today, even though I've worked in so many restaurants, she is still the best cook I've ever met. While she didn't do all those fancy elements, she knew how to make the best dishes with the ingredients we had." You said fondly at the memory.

For the rest of the ride, Yunho tucked you under his arm. You briefly told him stories of your mother, how she was as a person up until her passing. He listened intently, not interrupting you once at all.

"Sorry, today was meant to be happy and I really wanted to end off on a happy note." You sighed, frustrated with yourself.

"There's nothing for you to apologise for. I'm grateful to have learnt more about your mother and you." He smiled.

"Come on." Yunho held you as you stepped off the ride. You were shy, your face puffy and red after crying so he let you hide your face in his jacket as you headed to the exit.

Looking back at the carnival just as you exited, a small smile formed on your face.

"I'll be back." Your words were barely audible as you closed your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you walked away with Yunho.

During the stroll back to the car, you were a bit more relaxed since it was dark and no one could see your face after you cried. But Yunho still held your hand, a silent assurance that he was there. You appreciated that, considering how shaky you felt and Yunho being there prevented you from breaking down.

"Are you hungry?" Yunho asked as you both sat in the car, he turned on the heat slightly so you wouldn't be too cold from the breeze of the beach at night. You nodded your head.

"Drive thru?" He suggested. You nodded again and he smiled excitedly, driving to the nearest fast food drive thru.

"Fried chicken burger for me, please. Change the mayo to spicy aioli and more pickles." You ordered.

"Curly fries?" Yunho confirmed. You gave a thumbs up. As Yunho pulled up to the drive thru window, he lowered his window and gave the order to the staff.

"Just hand the bags over to me as they come." You said when Yunho went to the food window.

"Good evening. Thank you." Yunho received the bags of food and the drink cups, handing them to you as he paid. Once that was done, he drove to the parking lot so you could both eat. You laid napkins over the console so the grease wouldn't get everywhere.

"This is yours." You dug through the bag and handed him his double cheeseburger. You put yours on your lap. Although, you were surprised to find another cheeseburger inside that wasn't your order.

"Whose is this?" You asked.

"In case I get hungry later..." Yunho said, clearing his throat in embarrassment. You laughed and put the burger back.

"Just give me the fries." He mumbled, putting the fries on the middle console, over the napkins, so you could share it. You unwrapped your chicken burger and began eating.

"Here. Have a bite." You held your buger out to him. Yunho stared at you for a second before taking a bite.

"The sauce is good. But you eat way too many pickles." Yunho laughed as he chewed.

"Hater." You scoffed, eating a fry.

"Hey! You were the one that taught me about how important it is to balance flavours in food, that whole flavour triangle thing." Yunho protested with a whine. You were surprised he remembered that, you had just mentioned it in passing during one of your ramblings as you were cooking.

"You remember that?" You asked.

"Yeah, of course. I remember a lot of things, especially the things that you say." He blinked as if it was the most obvious thing. You pursed your lips, looking away in embarrassment.

"Eat your sandwich." You mumbled. Yunho laughed, leaning over so he could tap your temple with her forehead.

"Yes, ma'am." He continued eating, a cheeky smile on his face. Doing this with Yunho, it was that normalcy you used to seek as a kid.

"So the others and I were discussing, we've been seeing other restaurants bring in customers by doing a theme night. But instead of outwardly themes, we were thinking food themes." You said.

"Food themes? Like pasta night?" Yunho tilted his head.

"Yeah. Pasta night, dessert night, that sort of thing. Or it can go by countries like Japanese night, Indian night." You nodded.

"That sounds interesting. It would make for good marketing. We should discuss it with the rest tomorrow after the morning shift. See what Yeosang and the others can come up with." He smiled. Yeosang and Mingi managed the restaurant's online accounts.

"But I hope doing that doesn't add on to the workload for you guys. You already have a lot to do considering how small the team is." Yunho quickly added.

"It won't, don't worry. Contrary, it might make things easier since we're centering around a theme." You assured.

After you both finished your food and cleared up, throwing the trash at a nearby trash bin, Yunho drove you home. Even if you didn't invite him into the house, he insisted on walking you to your door.

"Goodnight, (y/n). I'll see you tomorrow." Yunho wished. You nodded with a hum.

"Thank you for being patient with me." You squeezed his hand.

"There's no need to thank me, (y/n). Like I said, we have all the time in the world. There's no rush. I'd rather wait than make you feel pressured." He smiled softly as he looked down at you.

"You're too nice." You let out a small laugh.

"That's what you do for the person you like." He confessed. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Yunho suddenly leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. His gesture made you close your eyes too, savouring his close proximity. You swore your heart almost jumped out of your chest.

"Goodnight, Yunho." You smiled when you pulled away. Yunho nodded, reaching out to pat Yuyu's head. He waited for you to enter the house before walking away.

Once again, Yunho told you that he liked you. There was no doubt that you liked him too. But your fears made you hesitate. It wasn't that you didn't trust him, your heart just wanted to protect itself.

"(y/n). You're back." You weren't expecting to see Seonghwa emerge from the hallway.

"Oh, you're still here. I thought you went home after I left." You said, removing your shoes and putting your bag aside.

"I did. But then I remembered that Yunho was bringing you to a carnival and came back to wait for you. Wanted to make sure you were okay." He said.

"I'm fine, Hwa. Don't worry." You smiled tiredly, knowing he was trying to approach the subject cautiously.

"I didn't tell him everything but since he already knew that she passed away, I told him more about my mother and my memories of the carnival. How she couldn't take me because she got sick and how it became a place I grew to hate. " You looked at him, slumping onto the couch.

"And?"

"Hwa, it's Yunho. Of course he was nice and understanding about it. Comforted me and asked me more about my mom so he could get to know her through my memories." You sighed.

"Mmm, Yunho would be nice about it. How about you? Did you feel better after telling him?" He sat beside you.

"I think so. It was scary, not that I don't trust him or anything. I don't know." You couldn't really form the words to explain what you felt.

"You're scared of being vulnerable around him. That starting to share yourself with him means you're showing everything of you." Seonghwa said. You nodded your head.

"It's okay." He sat up, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you against his chest like you were a fragile baby bird.

"And I feel bad that he's so patient with me, everything is happening on my terms and it makes me feel so selfish. He knows all the right words to say to make me feel better but I can't do the same with him. I have to force myself to ignore his wants." You buried your face in Seonghwa's chest.

"Hey, don't say that. I know and I'm sure Yunho knows too that you're trying your best. You're already doing so much, letting him into your space. Tonight was progress." Seonghwa stroked your head.

"He made me love a carnival again. Last time, all it did was remind me of my mom. Now, a carnival reminds me of the time I spent with him."

"That's great, sweetheart." He smiled.

"Oh by the way, this is Yuyu." You pulled away from hug, settling the golden retriever stuffed toy on your lap. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, staring at you then the stuffed dog.

"Yuyu?"

"It reminds you of Yunho, no? That golden retriever like behaviour he has." You chuckled. Seonghwa laughed, nodding his head. He knew what you were referring to. Yunho's big energy and mannerisms were like a big, goofy dog.

"Seems like when I go out with him, I come back with a new animal." You noticed, remembering how you got Yunie, the manatee, from the aquarium on your first date.

"Maybe it's how he shows his affection. To have a memory from each date." He patted your head.

"Yeah, soon my bed isn't going to have enough space for you to sleep." You mocked, sticking your tongue out at him.

"I can just shove them to the floor." He shrugged.

"Don't you dare!" You gasped. You put your hands over Yuyu's floppy ears, as if he could hear, understand and comprehend Seonghwa's words. Seonghwa rolled his eyes at your childish actions.

"Alright, go to bed." Seonghwa patted your hip lovingly. You went to take a quick shower.

While you showered, Seonghwa made you and himself tea to wind down for the night. He placed your cup on your nightstand so you could have it. As he was about to get into bed to wait for you, he saw the manatee and golden retriever laying on his side of the bed. He scoffed and pushed them to your side.

"Ah, that feels so much better." You said, stepping out of the shower as you rubbed a towel in your wet hair. Sitting down at your vanity, you did your skincare and dried your hair.

"So, I spoke to Yunho about doing food themed nights at the restaurant." You started.

"Oh, you did? What did he say?" He lifted his head in interest.

"He says it could be good to market to new customers. We'll discuss it tomorrow with Yeosang and the others since they're in charge of the marketing stuff." You informed.

"That's promising, at least he's open to it. We should start coming up with theme ideas to propose." Seonghwa replied.

"Yeah, either by food category or countries. It would be fun and challenging for us." You giggled.

"Glad you're excited, sweetheart." He chuckled. You hummed, knowing what Seonghwa meant. Usually, by now, you would have become 'bored' of where you were working at and begin to look for a new kitchen with a new concept.

"You know Yunho won't expect you to stay, no matter what your relationship is." Seonghwa reminded as you climbed into bed, keeping Yunie and Yuyu by your side.

"I know. I'm just not bored yet." You said, taking your mug in your hands and sipping the tea.

"Plus the environment is good. Not just for me but for all of you too. There's no reason to leave yet." You shrugged.

"Hwa?" You called out. He hummed in acknowledgement, still scrolling on his phone.

"I miss my mom." You said softly. Seonghwa looked at you, seeing you smile with tears in your eyes, trying your best to preventing them from falling. He put his phone aside and hugged you tightly.

"I know, sweetheart." He whispered.

"After so many years, it still hurts to think about her." You cried. Seonghwa hummed again, your mother's passing was just a wound that would never close. And this was one of the instances where he didn't know how to comfort you. Because he knew nothing he said would bring her back to you.

Yunho entered his home, putting his keys in the bowl and removing his jacket, throwing it over the back of his sofa. He scratched his head, letting out a long sigh.

"There's so much more I want to tell you... But I'm scared that I scare you away."

Your words played repeatedly in his head. Yunho wasn't scared of you but he felt scared for you and what you possibly could be dealing with on your own. Maybe that's why Seonghwa is so protective of you.

"What else is there?" He wanted to know your fears and protect you from them, to tell you that you can depend on him.

But he knew he couldn't push you, it might make you distance yourself even more.

'Hey, I'm home. Thanks again for today, I had a lot of fun. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, sweet dreams. - Yunho'

After dropping you a text, he went to take a shower. He knew it was good progress, of you opening up to him and sharing with him about your late mother. You were slowly accepting Yunho into your world. He'll wait for as long as you need him to.

"You've rewritten the happy memory."

"Rewrite the memories..." Yunho said softly. Now he was more determined than ever to make sure all the memories he gives you are the good, happy ones. He'll rewrite as many memories as he can.

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[softshuji]

Hanma would have thought you'd picked up on it by now.

That he loves you.

It's pretty obvious and he'd like to think he hasn't made it a secret, though apparently it's lost on you even now and it infuriates him when you relegate yourself to just "someone he hangs out with". You're dumb, and he means it endearingly, blindingly obtuse and dense and he'd find it cute if it didn't mean he was biting his tongue hard enough to hurt when you somehow miss all the deliberate glances at your lips.

And he likes that to such a degree it bothers him. He's weird about it, finds himself thinking about you so often and with an intensity that's unfamiliar and terrifying all at once.

He's known lust before, he's never not been transparent about the women there was before you, and you've done the same. You'd like to think you have the unique type of relationship where it never means much, where the overgrown thicket of your pasts is left just there; in the past. He doesn't care, he knows he's not the first and, truth be told, he doesn't expect to be your last either.

And it's not that he doesn't care enough. But he's under no illusions regarding how much of a catch you are. He thinks you're pretty, beautiful even, whatever word he can find in kisaki's stupid thesaurus to describe things he likes to look at . And he really does like to look at you. He's less than subtle about it sometimes. A smile thrown your way he hopes you catch, a Cheshire cat grin that he hopes, much to his own chagrin, inspires a same excitement and spark in you that you do in him.

He loves you and it bothers him more than it should when he realizes he can't have you in the way he wants. The world isn't kind enough to give you to him, and why would it be? When he's spent so long denying simple desires to others for the promise of his own future- or even just because he feels like it. But there is still imperceptible pain, when he asks you how a date went on the other end of a call, and he hears a smile in your voice on the happier ones, or a melancholic undertone on the ones that are less so.

And he hates that it grates him when you talk about this special guy you're in love with who has everything you want, who you think you'd be happy with if he'd just accept you.

And it burns to such an extent he feels like bashing this bastards skull in.

But instead- 'Oh yeah? He sounds like a real catch sweetheart, why don't you tell him how you feel?'

You pause at that point, soft pitter patter of your heart that you're convinced he can hear. 'It's complicated. I don't think he feels the same,' you say and it's a sad truth, because why would he? He's everything and you're under no illusions about the type of girl he can get, or even the one he's into.

Spoiler alert: you don't think it's you.

He almost laughs at the incredulity of it all. 'Doesn't feel the same? Well then that's his loss pretty girl, he's not worth it then.'

The irony isn't lost on you and you're close to telling him, blurting it out in some way to assuage the hurt- or the burden of keeping it to yourself. But you're convinced it'll only complicate your relationship further when you're - even now- not exactly sure what you are. Not quite just friends, not quite whatever else there might be either.

But he'd like to think there's no one on the earth he'd rather stay with, that thanks to you he finds himself thinking more and more about what he'd previously refused to even entertain.

And maybe a ring might catch his eye when he walks past a jeweler's with you, and you'll wander off and he'll watch you and wonder whether it's his imagination that tells him a pretty rock would look even better on a pretty girl like you.

'Babe?' you say and touch his arm and he softens, turns to you with a soft and reserved smile before he lifts your hand to kiss and you flare a little hotter at the simple romance of him and his actions.

You hate that he makes it so easy to love him, you'd wish for a harder heart if it meant it hurt less to watch him like this.

And he lets you do all those embarrassing things he wouldn't be seen dead doing anywhere else. Face masks and movies and late night drives, you dabbing creams on his cheeks that linger on his skin, a scent that reminds him a little too sharply of you when he finds the smell of you on his clothes later. Lavender and honey and oatmeal (like seriously who puts oatmeal in moisturizer?) And he finds he's fighting a smile that's come a little too easily when he catches the scent of you on his skin.

You've never been good at the whole relationships thing- and you're under the impression that if you drowned yourself in enough dates and casual sex, that maybe you might love him less and let him go, or at least love him in a way that doesn't bring you pain. And yet, you find it hurts until you're able to crawl back to him at the end of the day, strong and warm arms that come around you as surely as the night turns to day. If you were any stronger you could deny yourself that simple pleasure, that simple weakness.

'You okay princess?' he says, hands running deftly across your arms,the goosebumps seen and not spoken about.

'It doesn't matter- he sucked anyways, fuck him,' you say and bury your face in the comfort of his broad chest, because it easier to pretend like it's not all about him, like he's not exactly what you dream about.

'I can kill him if you want. You want me to sweetheart?" He's only half joking- he really would. And therein lies half the issue. He'd give you the world if he could, if you'd let him.

You suck in a breath, tears now smeared all over his white dress shirt. 'No, it's fine just forget about him, he's not worth the effort.'

But you are, he thinks. You're worth every effort.

But he'll keep it a secret, the both of you will, and honestly, he thinks you're cute and beautiful, funny and sweet, the best in fact. And blindingly obtuse and maybe it would be funny if it didn't bother him so much.

That the one thing he wants is the one he can't have.

Reblogs appreciated!!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyorev x reader #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #shuji hanma

[jimsbeetroot]

Hello 🖤 I saw your fics and couldn't pass by. I wish you inspiration and further progress in writing ❤ Can I get a fluff fic in wich the Reader brought a kitten home while Chris was on tour? 🥺 And when Chris returned home, the kitten was the first to meet him. I don't know why it came to my mind 🤔

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 ♱ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐡𝐧

-

Usually when people decided to adopt a pet, they go for a little puppy, or perhaps a cute little kitten.

You found it quite sad. There were hundreds of animals looking for a home each day, and if it wasn’t for the fact, that it had rained like crazy that day, you hadn’t seen little Monroe. If it wasn’t because your car had broken down on the way home from work, you wouldn’t have walked past the animal shelter.

You were so glad, that you did.

The second you laid your eyes on that beautiful, black and white cat, your heart melted completely.

The way she was staring at you, almost as if she was pleading for you to just take her home. You couldn’t bear it, and before you knew it, you were walking out of the animal shelter, Monroe placed neatly inside your coat.

Now, all of that would’ve been great, if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were bringing this cat home, to a house that wasn’t yours alone.

Chris was coming home soon. He’d been gone for months, touring with Slipknot; and well, you’d gotten lonely. Anyone would.

He wouldn’t be mad, you thought.

Chris didn’t really get mad. Surprised maybe, but not mad. Hopefully not.

Monroe purred as you scratched her head, leaning into your fingers as if she was begging for more. You’d put a tiny bow in her hair, because finally; Chris was coming home.

You’d waited to see his face for too long, and finally; the day had arrived.

You couldn’t quite contain your excitement. Monroe would finally be meeting her daddy, and Chris would finally meet the crazy cat lady you’d become. Your whole world had revolved around that cute little kitten of yours. She was just too precious.

-

You hugged him tightly. Finally. Your Chris was home again. Safe and sound. You stood in the doorway, clinging onto him and kissing him as if it was the last time ever. You’d jumped on him and he hadn’t even had the chance to close the door.

THE DOOR!

You couldn’t jumped down from Chris, leaving him a tiny bit confused, slamming the door behind him.

“What’s happening?” He asked, confused as one would be.

“I-I have a surprise,” you smiled nervously. “Just stay here,” you said and put your finger up, motioning for Chris to stay put.

You ran into the living room to find Monroe asleep on the couch.

“Sorry to wake you, kitty,” you whispered and picked the kitten up in your arms.

Chris’ eyes widened at the sight, his eyes dropping.

Before he could say anything, the words flooded out of you, as if you were trying to excuse what you’d done.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Chris. I know this is a big decision, but you should’ve seen her in that window. I had to bring her home!” You exclaimed. Monroe seemed more confused than Chris.

“What’s its name?” He asked with a warm smile and approached you and the kitten in your arms.

“Her name’s Monroe,” you said and Chris took the kitten from your arms and you watched as Monroe fell asleep in his embrace, heart melting at the scene.

“She’s adorable. Maybe we should get another one? I feel bad, she’s alone,” Chris said.

God, you were gonna become the crazy cat couple.

#chris fehn #chris fehn imagine #chris fehn x reader #slipknotimagines #slipknot x reader #slipknot fanfic #slipknot fluff #fluff #fluffy

[luvring]

hello i saw you tags and am here to ask you about akaashi i cannot stop thinking about him he is so everything

fun fact his name (akaash) means sky in my language 🫢🫣

THANK U. u get it. also sky that's so cutieful omg? gahhh.. keiji thoughts...

he isn't a very confident person, at least not in high school, and i think watching him become more confident would be endearing and?? attractive?? it's a quiet confidence. he's as kind as always, but he learns to take compliments better, shares his opinions a little easier, gets used to small talk with strangers. with you it means less hesitation before asking if he can kiss you, a satisfied smile when he catches you off-guard with a compliment, rolling his eyes and joking when you teasingly ask if he's jealous.

& you'd be a huge factor in this!! whether it's him catching you staring as he rolls up his sleeves, or calling him hot when he combs his fingers through his hair and stretches. he isn't used to being called hot especially. like, pretty or handsome or good-looking, sure, but hot? keiji's never really seen himself that way. he gets flustered, but subconsciously relaxes and stands a little taller when you shoot heart eyes his way :-(

advice/comfort/compliments from akaashi would be very well-thought out and sincere. look at him with bokuto. like he thinks a Lot, about you ten-fold. it's easy to say exactly what you need to hear—he prides himself on knowing you as completely as you know him!! on loving you like you love him!! your imposter syndrome and anxiety will hit and keiji will be there, reminding you of the last time you felt this way and how it turned out alright. he'll tell you no matter what happens, he knows, and you know your passion and worth, and he'll be with you the whole time.

on a lighter note if you said you felt awful and miserable and angry and it was past 9pm he'd quote that thing about never trusting how you feel about life past 9pm, and also ask if you've 1) eaten 2) showered 3) slept. LOL.

!!! miscellaneous akaashi thoughts.... I alwayshave them. alwayndsk...

cat person of course. likes stray cats. he often forgets to bring treats but he feeds them when he remembers.. & meows at them (he looks around nervously because it'd be a little embarrassing if someone heard LOL). when a cat rubs against his leg or purrs he's energized for the rest of the day!

he likes laying his head in your lap while you work. you don't have to talk or anything, he might just take a nap. gets kind of nervous that he's bothering you the first few times though. he's also happy when you lie down on/near him!

i was thinking of photographer!keiji.... him struggling to find inspiration or to take photos he's really proud of.... him seeing u and going ..! and he hates going up to people. it's nerve-wracking and he usually works with nature or close friends.... but you've noticed this pretty guy pacing nearby a couple of times and he's pretty sure if he doesn't approach you he'll regret it forever. GAH!

in a world where i don't ship bokuaka akaashi doesn't date until he's in his 20s at least.. like my self ship world that isn't with bokuaka. god bless my heart. uni au! uni au! uni au!!!

has flipped a coin to see if he should skip class or not. a uni class not high school just for clarification. except he didn't actually have a coin so he had to google Coin flip. was devastated when it told him to go

mm i think timeskip keiji might be a little insecure about his appearance/fitness actually.. being on the volleyball team was an easy way to exercise in hs but he finds himself too busy or tired to go to the gym a lot of the time now :') i think it'd be nice to work out at home or go on walks together... also reassuring him and showering him with compliments and seeing his face turn red ☹️ my keiji.....

keiji will push around the shopping cart for you if you're shopping and fold the clothes you're getting for sure while he waits Just because. has definitely found a few of your favourite things ever...he denies his thrifting luck but He has it

gets embarrassed and tries to stop crying while watching a movie. he's sniffling but then you start crying for real and he laughs a little and cries harder too.

touches water and watches it ripple... keiji in the morning... still so sleepy... messy hair... shirt lifted so u can see his stomach... him humming or mumbling responses while he stays curled into ur side... furrowing his brows and groaning and holding onto u when u try to get up.. my chesthurts. WHY

not keiji. my bad. but This bokuaka comic has genuinely changed my life and even if you don't gaf about bokuaka you should read it for me. please. please. i need you to gaf about bkak for me for a minute. sometimes i go NIA SHOCK as a reaction because of it

#🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #<3 akaashi #i was gonna make this more self ship-y but then i got embarrassed. THEIFBSODSB #someone ask me for bkak art(ists) #i'm nothing without 45__kk. Nothing. ppyufei. koukiki9. amezure. CHENGONGZI123 Oh mygod. Omheingott

[ibrithir-was-here]

Another little Corinthian Bros drabble, this one set after they actually start to like eachother. Inspired by the recent ask by @karalynlovescake and @lunaticus tags on that ask. Thanks for the inspo!

Rest for the Wicked

Dreams and Nightmares didn't sleep, They didn't need to sleep, they weren't created to need or even want sleep. They especially weren't meant to shirke their duties to catch a quick cat-nap. Not even the cat-shaped ones. 

The Corinthian of course made it a point of pride to do what he shouldn't. 

The Corinthian had, point of fact, spent plenty of time in bed in the Waking World, but none of his time spent there had involved anything at all restful. And he hadn't had even the faintest desire to visit his place of origin for so much as a five minute doze when he'd been free to wander the Waking. There was too much to see, to do, to taste.

And yet somehow, now he found himself sprawled out on top of a hill in Fiddler's Green with the Kid curled up next to him, head resting against the Corinthian's shoulder. The younger nightmare's breath went softly in and out, making his eyelashes flutter over his eye teeth as his consciousness floated in some lower level of awareness, mimicking sleep as closely they could get here in the Dreaming. 

The Corinthian looked down at him, watching as his chest rose and fell, completely at ease. So calm, so vulnerable. As if totally unaware that he lay next to the horror of all horrors to stalk the Dreaming.

But then, wasn't that the younger nightmare's calling as well?

Perhaps it was the Corinthian who should be afraid, wary of the sleeping menace that could rouse at any moment and turn on him after having lulled him into a false security, only to strike when he least expected it. 

The Corinthian reached out and brushed away a lock of too long hair that had once more fallen into one the Kid's eye-mouths as it gave a tiny snore.

Oh yes, blood curdling terrifying this one. 

It felt strange, to rest like this. To be a position he'd been in so many times and yet not have it be colored by the cravings of lust nor hunger. To look at his companion in this moment and feel…fondness. Protective. 

The Kid had worn himself ragged these last few weeks, trying to prove himself to Dream, trying to prove himself to the Corinthian. He'd taken each new assignment with intensity, if not relish. With exactness, if not enthusiasm. He'd done all that he'd been asked and more.

And the Corinthian could see that it was draining him, even as the Kid knelt at Dream's feet and gazed up at his Creator with a fervor that the Corinthian remembered he once had felt (perhaps still did, deep deep down). The Kid might have smiled under Dream's praise, but there were dark circles below two of those smiles.

It had been when he'd seen the Kid stumble almost into a wall as he'd walked away from the throne room that the Corinthian had decided enough was enough.

"But I'm supposed to go do a nightmare right now. If Lord Dream finds out I skipped it--" 

"You won't be able to terrify anyone if you trip over your own feet the moment you try to saunter down a flickering hallway. Now you come with me and let me worry about Dream. Worse comes to worse we tell him I talked you into playing hooky. Which is true. "

And he'd taken the Kid off to a far corner of Fiddler's Green where he knew he'd be able to get some shut eye. The old verdant dream liked the Kid, he wouldn't tell on them once he saw how worn out he was. 

Actually most of the Major Arcana and staff liked the Kid, for all the pranks he pulled and mischief he got up to you couldn't really help but like him. It was part of his make up, the part of the Corinthian that was meant to draw you in to make slipping the knife between your ribs that much easier.

Only with the Kid the knife never came, not if he could possibly help it anyway. He had no compunctions about frightening dreamers who really deserved it, but he much preferred a good spook to a slaughter. 

And that was precisely the problem.

He was meant to be the new Corinthian, meant to be the black mirror held up to show humanity the horror inside them, the depths they could sink to, so that they would never wish to do so within the Waking. It was brutal, disturbing work. Necessary work Dream would say. It was the reason he'd called the Corinthian his masterpiece.

And Kid was just too darn soft to go as dark as he should to do it.

The Corinthian wondered if this was a result of Dream attempting to curb  what he saw as the overly savage tendencies within himself when the Dreamlord crafted his replacement, and overcorrecting…

Or, if it was some flaw he'd passed onto the Kid himself. Something inherent in his nature that made this new Corinthian also lacking, also unable to fulfill his Creator's expectations as Dream had hoped. 

Was it simply in the nature of their being to disappoint, in one way or the other?

And if so…what did that mean for the Kid? Would Dream decide to be content with the flawed product  he had as long as the Kid stayed within the bounds he set?

Or would the Lord Shaper decide that third times the charm, and sweep the dust of both of them off his hands? 

All three of the Corinthian's sets of teeth clenched at the thought, and he tightened his grip on the young sleeping nightmare. 

No, no he'd break his parole and skip out to the Waking World with the Kid in tow if it even came close to feeling like that might happen. 

The Kid might not want to go, of course, might think he could reason with Dream, think if he pleads at his Lord's feet, he'd be shown mercy.

Well-- the Corinthian thought, looking over once more at the Kid, the Kid he'd never have known if Dream hadn't kept him around to train him--perhaps Dream did have some mercy. 

He just didn't fancy testing how far it would stretch. 

Yes, the Corinthian would get them out if he had too. He'd run before and he could do it again. True, Dream had been imprisoned then, but he'd figure something out. He--they, were the Corinthian. 

And they wouldn't go down without a fight. 

#my writing #the corinthian #corinthian bros au #the second corinthian #dream of the endless #fiddlers green #the sandman #sandman fic #sandman au #sandman

[randonauticrap]

Chilly Morning Ardor

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader

Word Count ~ 741

Author's Note ~ I got inspired by some autumn GIFs here on tumblr, and decided to subject my favorite man to some Fall cuddles in bed. Hope you enjoy!

Warning ~ Suggestive sexual themes below the cut

The crisp, cool air that floated along the breeze and into the 1st Prince's room was a tell-tale sign that autumn was seeping into Rhodolite, more so each morning. You were only vaguely conscious, having drifted back into the waking world only moments ago. But the chill against your arm that hung limply over your lover's bare stomach had bumps appearing along your otherwise satin skin, and brought your attention to the open window, where you then turned your half-lidded gaze.

The leaves from the trees glimmered in the heated hues of fiery gems as they descended from their lofty purchase to the ground in a flutter. A smile was brought to your lips at their seasonal dance, and widened when a few sought refuge inside the bedroom. You snuggled closer to your sleeping lover, chilly in the wake of the intrusive draft, and wrapped your arm more firmly around his middle, squeezing yourself into his side like a cat burrowing into a blanket.

Your stirrings finally woke him, freeing him of the chains of sleep and letting him sigh in your arms, yawning a greeting to the world of consciousness. "Morning, beautiful." He murmured, his voice still hushed with sleep.

"Morning, my love." You purred, drawing circles on the planes of his chest and kissing love into his cool skin. His grip on your waist tightened and you were pulled half on top of him, one of your legs draped over both of his. You gazed into his unarmed eyes, thankful you were finally able to reach his heart through them. You had spent so much time waiting for him to trust that each time he opened his eyes, you would be there to greet him - and you would do it all again to ensure the ardor he now bequeathed to you through those soft pools of wine.

A sudden gust of wind broke the spell the two of you were under, and your heads turned in tandem to watch several leaves of red and yellow flit inside the window and flit onto the plush carpet. "Mmm." Jin hummed thoughtfully, his fingers taking long strokes through your locks. "Forgot to close that last night, didn't we?"

"We were rather preoccupied." You replied, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

He smiled in response; a smile that had your entire heart budding like a flower in its own special sun. "We were indeed. And I suspect we will be again soon. I'll close it now before we become too entangled to remember." He winked and started to unfurl his muscular body from the sheets, but you stopped him, your fingers wrapping around his bicep and pulling him back to you.

"Leave it open, I like the breeze."

He kissed you, leaving you breathless in a way that only his kisses could. "Anyone down below will have no question what's happening up here." He raised his eyebrow, and somehow even that small of a gesture seemed suggestive.

You chuckled quietly and pulled him closer. "They know what to expect, standing so close to the 1st Prince's window. It is no one's fault but their own if they are subject to it."

"Mmm," he hummed again, this time his lips hovering barely above yours. "Perhaps you're right. Besides, they should be properly taught that only I can make you produce those sounds. I saw the gardener eyeing you the other day. Perhaps he needs reminding of whose you are."

"I didn't take you for the jealous type, Jin Grandet." You tutted mischievously, walking your fingers along the rippling muscles in his shoulders as he situated himself on top of you.

"Only with my woman." He grinned sinfully and dipped his lips to your breasts.

"Oh!" You moaned softly as he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. "I'm endlessly grateful to be your woman, darling." You hummed, your fingers finding his hair as he descended upon your body wordlessly, bringing your pleasure to heights the wind outside could not even contend with.

"I'm endlessly grateful that you allowed me to be your love." Jin muttered, his pillowy lips mere inches from where I needed him most. "I don't deserve you."

Your hands found his jaw and pulled his face up to meet your gaze. "Jin," you reminded him gently, as you had done a thousand times before and would do a thousand times again. "You deserve everything. I'm merely giving it to you."

~

Tags for the Lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @rhodolitesroseforclavis @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince jin #jin grandet #ikepri jin #jin fluff #autumn fluff #ikepri fluff #tw: suggestive

[mistninja]

do you like reading fantasy? do you like magical swords, wizards and dragons? do you want to get into anime/manga but dont know how? well im a weeb and a fantasy nerd who has nothing better to do so here are some recs ig

Do you like the Cosmere for the convoluted magical systems and the creative ways the magic is used in fights? Watch Jujutsu Kaisen. First season has 24 episodes, there is one prequel movie (good place to start too) and a second season coming soon. You could also read the manga, but I personally think the anime is easier to follow and overall more enjoyable to me (on the other hand, the manga comes with Extensive notes on how the magic works so you might prefer that). Another good show is Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (on Netflix, 64 episodes).

Do you like the Cosmere for the interconnected large universe and The Lore(tm)? Get into Fate. You know how Cosmere fans loooove talking about timelines and where to start with the Cosmere? You can do that again with Fate, even more complicated this time! A good place to start would be either Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works or Fate/Zero. Both are on Netflix, UBW has 26 episodes and Zero has 25. You could go straight to the source material, the visual novels, but I haven't played them so I can't talk about them.

Do you like Realm of the Elderlings, or historical fantasy? Watch Vinland Saga. The first season has 24 episodes, second one is currently coming out weekly (close to finishing), and it is on Netflix. Haven't read the manga but it seems to have some really good art. Another option would be (I think) Berserk, but since I haven't read/watched that, I can't really say. SIDENOTE but if you like Black Sails you should also check out Vinland Saga im so serious. BS isnt fantasy but i needed to get that out there.

Do you like The Locked Tomb? This one is quite obvious but watch Revolutionary Girl Utena, it inspired the books *a lot*. It has 39 episodes, a movie and a manga, general consensus is that the manga is not very good so just watch the show. Look up trigger warnings. And you might also want to check out Puella Magi Madoka Magica (the original show has just 12 episodes, theres a lot of extra content but I have not seen/read the rest so i would say its not necessary).

Do you like an epic adventure and a giant world filled with amazing places to explore? Completely unironically you SHOULD read or watch One Piece. Fantasy fans already get into gargantuan book series with thousands of pages what is a thousand episodes to you? I assure you it is worth it. Hunter x Hunter is also good, I can't say much about it because I just started it recently.

More general recs under read more.

Little Witch Academia. Cute fluffy show about teenage witches. Some similarities with The Owl House on Disney.

Witch Hat Atelier. Manga only for now, follows a young girl who gets taken in as a witch's apprentice, has some darker elements.

Re: Zero. Guy from our world gets sent to another world and then dies a bunch of times. Psychological horror in a fantasy setting.

Akatsuki no Yona. Princess goes on an adventure to find legendary dragons and save her kingdom. Some romance.

Vanitas no Carte. Vampires in a steampunk setting. Gay (?)

Black Clover. Basically whatever you think Naruto is about, but shorter and more goofy. Boy with no magic wants to the greatest wizard of all time, gets beefy.

Ghibli movies: Kiki's Delivery Service, Ponyo, Princess Mononoke, The Tale of Princess Kaguya, The Castle in the Sky, The Cat Returns, Spirited Away. These movies are more on the magical realism / low fantasy side.

Noragami. Supernatural. Gods and spirits are real and walk among us, the story follows a god who has no followers and a girl who accidentally becomes half-spirit. Some cool fights. Really great music.

Shadows House. Creepy house where shadow people live, along with their "living dolls".

Dungeon Meshi. Manga with upcoming anime, havent read it but seems like a fun adventure with some horror elements (?) but mostly about cooking and monsters.

#welp #i wish i had more interesting recs sadly im basic #take these with a grain of salt i made this out of boredom and a need to distract myself so i didnt spend too much time on this

[normalonline]

Mongooses are communal animals, they live and hunt in groupings. I found this video today and it was so inspiring to watch. They truly are possessed by God as all animals are. They don't fight with explicit understanding. One might assume it is over territory however. The thought of a greater expanse to find food is not their cause in this moment. Their bodies are full of adrenaline. All that matters is the sensation of their kin next to them and the enemy in front. This is their lives at this moment, this moment will last forever until it stops. This is the benign ecstasy of the life of an animal. Always doing as it wants and therefore as it should. These mongooses are alive.

Yesterday I was considering the human impulse to interact with wild animals. To get as close as possible to a deer or a stray cat. Cautiously approaching as to not scare it away. I thought that this might be our impulse to hunt, to stalk, potential prey. Not arousing its temper until the moment comes in which to strike. I thought as well that this could be something completely new, or increasing in relevance. The impulse to connect with nature, more specifically the wild. Those beings which live unshackled. This world is in so many ways hostile to that drive to enforce ones own existence. To do as one wishes in any moment. Are these mongooses not as free willed as anyone? The idea that war or group conflict is a consequence of nations or development or something unnatural is insane. We're all mongooses in the woods, some of us just have larger teeth.

[violetmina]

Surprise! This is a random inspiration bomb! Write whatever the picture makes you think of!

Thank you so much for this kick of inspiration. And thank you for being so patient. I tried to stick to Boys TV canon. But I was watching Supernatural when I first seen this message. And despite my best efforts, it turned into this weird, long-winded blurb of what I think would happen if these two worlds crossed. Not to mention, I do adore Butcher...but I really miss my king.

Word count: 3,965

Warnings: The Boys and SPN level of violence and gore, swearing, mentions of alcohol.

"The fuck am I doin'?"

The question has rolled about in his skull many times tonight but this is the first Butcher has said it out loud. He stares down into the hole he kneels beside, oddly aware of the dirt edged under his fingernails, the gravel kissing into his knees. The little box resting at the bottom is inconspicuous but it - and its contents - leave him feeling a shade of embarrassment. He questions if he should snatch it back, go home, sleep off this drunken haze, and forget about the damn thing.

But he can't. He knows he can't. It's been itching and gnawing at the corners of his brain, latched onto his mind for weeks. Since Becca had left him standing dazed and confused on that bridge. Since he had nearly thrown in the towel thereafter, leaving his aunt's home blasted to hell and more battle scars on him, and MM, and poor lad Hughie. Since he'd shaken off the rejection and the fresh hurt and went to that bar. Fuming for a plan, craving for anyway to finally bring his girl home…and then that poncy bastard appeared…

Then, too, the idea of one of the Boys finding the box - perhaps curious Frenchie, or too-observant MM - and the line of questioning that would follow makes him scowl. He can almost hear them. The scoffing, the jibes, and that god awful look of pity they'd follow after him. Cause he'd finally lost it, hadn't he? Poor Billy Butcher at the end of his rope, stern atheist grasping at the straws of desperate superstition?

He wipes harshly at a streak of dust on his lip, then spits the taste of grit and disgust out of his mouth. He staggers to his feet, tightening his grip on the shovel, growling, "Fuck 'em!" Even if this doesn't work, at least they won't find the evidence if he leaves it buried here now, and he can forget all about it with the Boys none the wiser. He throws dirt back into the hole, and soon it devours the box with its keepsakes; the black cat bone, the graveyard dirt, and a grainy photo of him. With a churn of his boot heel to tamp down the mound, the earth swallows it whole.

And he waits.

Butcher tosses the shovel in the general direction of his beater of a Cadillac, turning about slowly. He peers down each lane of the crossroads he occupies, eyes straining in the dark for any sign of movement. He's not really sure what he's supposed to be looking for. But he sees…nothing. The seconds pass, and with each one he feels more and more that he's the only living soul out here in the middle of fuckall-nowhere for miles.

He waits a few more seconds. Two…three…four…And Butcher's eyes close with a sigh, head bowing. What did he really expect? Embarrassment morphs into shame, salty and sticky like the sweat on the back of his neck, and too familiar than he would ever like to admit. He sees Becca's face in his mind, eyes still diamond-bright with tears, slapping him with the realization that he might be wasting such fucking precious time. Knuckles still bruised from recent brawls begin to itch with the need to pummel and bloody something. Someone, and only because there is no mirror before him.

"Done playing hard to get, are we, Billy?"

Butcher spins on his heel hard enough that he almost makes himself dizzy on the spot. He's greeted by the same smug face from the bar weeks ago. He's startled and so the snark comes out of him with ease and a curled lip. "If it ain't the invisible cunt."

The man before him appears close to a regular bloke. A bit of a puffed up ego, perhaps. But Butcher, being skilled in persuasion and airs, recognizes a crafted mask when he sees one. The pressed suit, dry-cleaned over coat and well-shined shoes fit the business persona well enough. But there's something that Butcher can't quite put his finger on, something he clocked that night at the bar that he can't name that bothers him. Right now, he realizes, it's the fact that there's no vehicle but his in the vicinity, definitely no cover for the man to step out from…Where the fuck did he come from?

"It's pronounced Crowley," the bastard answers. "But I'll settle for 'King' just as well. Or 'Sir', if you can manage it in your current charming state. Shall we cut the pleasantries and get to business?"

"How'd you find me?" Butcher muses aloud, half ignoring Crowley's words.

"You rang?" When Butcher continues to look perplexed, Crowley gives an annoyed wave at the dirt beneath his feet. He glances down at the earth. Then back up at Crowley with a sneer.

"You're a fucking supe."

"Please," he drawls with a tone of amusement. "Those little narcissistic cretins couldn't dream of holding a candle to me. If you're going to insult me, Billy, surely you can do better than that."

"So what? You just a fancy business type with a couple tricks then?"

"Indeed," Crowley smirks, slowly stepping towards Butcher. "And I know quite a few swell tricks."

In his battered youth, Butcher had quickly developed a strong instinct for survival, borderline primal, for knowing when things weren't right. His SAS days had fine tuned it. And in this moment it's firing on all cylinders. He hears the accent that mirrors his own, should be damn near friendly. But it feels wrong. Instinct tells him that this is no East End boy. And while the other dark-haired man is a bit shorter and stockier, Butcher senses that he couldn't toss this one about so easily. When Crowley's steps turn to begin to circle him, Butcher turns with him and he knows now the word instinct is yelling at him. Predator.

Memory from the bar seeps from his alcohol-tinged brain as Crowley stops to smile at him. "Thought you said one of your associates would answer?"

"Actually," Crowley replies, waving a finger in the air, "I said normally one of my underlings would answer. I'm all in the business of making dreams come true. But your dream? Your little dream, Billy, has conflicting interests with some of my outstanding contracts. So I want to handle this one personally."

"Oh, so not a supe. But you still work for Vought."

"Now that is insulting," Crowley sneers. "On the contrary, I own them."

Now that piques Butcher's interest hard. It also makes him suspicious, makes him wonder if he'd be better off trying to kill this smarmy bastard than go through with this deal. "So you're old Stan Edgar now?"

"Good old Edgar and I have a different arrangement. Great for business here on top side. Although he's got quite the potential when he eventually joins us, that I'm certain. Perhaps, too much…" 

Crowley shrugs, begins to circle Butcher again as he trails off the mention of the CEO. "I know what you want. Or rather I know two things that you want. The first of which is that big, glorious, star-spangled oaf. If things were different, I would gladly get the annoying prat off my hands by serving his head to you, well-done on a silver platter. I'd even throw in a fine glass of chianti, free of charge. Or whatever swill that tacky thing you call a shirt reeks of."

"But you can't give me Homelander," Butcher cuts in, voice thick with disdain at the answer that he's so fucking tired of hearing.

"Fraid not," Crowley replies. "Unfortunately, as he is, he is one of my prime sources for crossroad deals. Can't slaughter that cash cow just yet."

"Then you're wasting my time," Butcher growls.

"I can still give you the other thing," Crowley calls as Butcher begins to turn for his car. "That one's a piece of cake."

"Well if you own the rest of those spandex wearing cunts-"

"Not that, you idiot."

Butcher glares, brow furrowing in annoyance and confusion. Crowley sighs, apparently as exasperated with the situation. He quickly strides towards Butcher, unfazed when his fists clench at Crowley's approaching. "Good God, make me spell it out for you. A little incentive then?"

Before Butcher can reply, or pull back to strike, Crowley grabs one of his elbows. There's the sick sensation of his gut dropping as if to sink into the ground, while the rest of him feels too light, too foggy. It stops just as abruptly as if he's slammed back into his body, and a wave of nausea rolls thick in his belly clear into his throat. He blinks, he's not where he was, and it's not till his boot almost slips off the edge and into the rain gutter, he realizes he's on a fucking roof.

"Mind your step," Crowley smirks, yanking on the elbow still in his grip to bring Butcher upright.

Butcher glares at him, the possibility of what the other man claims to be beginning to sober Butcher up. Before he can dwell on it, his eyes catch the color of paint framing the window before them. He knows this shade of yellow. He knows the pine tree reaching towards them.

"Wait…"

"Well, go on!" Crowley lets go of his elbow to motion at the window. "Have a peek. Don't worry, nobody is gonna detect us. Even the cameras are deaf and blind." When Butcher still hesitates, Crowley gives a condescending look. "Really, Billy? With the list of atrocities you've done, a little voyeurism making you clutch your pearls?"

Butcher contemplates only for a second of attempting to shove him off the roof before he turns and peers through the glass. His heart taps against his sternum at the sight he finds in the bedroom before him. Curled tight there against the headboard-

"Becca."

His emotions are quickly clouded and turned murky when the lamp by her bed sparkles wet in her eyes, on her cheeks. He cannot see her mouth where she presses a pillow tight to her lips, clutched painfully to her chest. But he sees the picture beside her, instantly recognizes the faded Polaroid of them together in a place he now barely remembers but of a time he'd give anything to have back.

The moment it dawns on him that she's stifling her sobs, a knock at the door jerks them both with a start. A muffled "Mom?" and Becca scrambles to tuck the picture beneath her, wipe away the smears around her eyes. The door cracks open slowly and Butcher still can't hold back the twinge of contempt that stirs at the sight of the boy who treads in, Homelander's near carbon copy.

"Hey," she croons, voice soft and still a little watery as he stands beside the bed. "You okay, Ryan?"

"I'm ok, Mom. But…I heard you crying." His little hands fiddle with the coverlet. "And the last couple nights, too. I didn't mean to listen," he presses when her face falls. "Just…" His own voice gets thick, cracks, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no. Come here," she quickly answers, encouraging him up onto the bed for her to cradle him, run fingers through his hair. Conflict struggles in Butcher's chest, uncertain if he wishes the kid wasn't so unlike his father, so fucking sweet and sincere, or wishes that he had tried a little harder to get him the hell out of this godforsaken place.

"It's not you, sweetie. I'm just…" She takes a rattling breath, staring out the window, staring through him like he's a million miles away and not just a few feet and a bit of glass apart. "I'm missing someone. Someone very, very dear to me. Somebody I love."

"Can't they come see you? Maybe they miss you, too?" Ryan misses how her eyes screw shut and presses on, "Will I get to meet them?"

"I-" She gulps back hard. Then, "I wish you could. But I'm afraid that's not ever going to happen."

Just as Butcher thinks fuck this, fuck this place, fuck Vought, Crowley's voice reels him back to the present, mockingly sweet. "Touching. That's enough Lifetime channel for all our blood." And he ensnares Butcher's sleeve again.

"No, wait! Becca!"

It's already too late, the gut wrenching pulls at him before her name is past his lips. He stumbles on the gravel of the crossroads as Crowley releases him. He spins, murderous intent flaring in his eyes. "Take me back."

"No can do," Crowley says flatly, scratching at his beard absently. "No more free samples."

Butcher yanks out the sidearm tucked at the small of his back, aiming it square between the other man's eyes. He doesn't care how impulsive he's being, reckless.  "Wasn't fucking asking!"

"I don't bloody care!," Crowley snaps back. Before Butcher's trigger finger can even twitch, Crowley waves two fingers and the gun rips itself from his grasp, flying into the dark. Another flick and his knees slam to the earth hard enough to make his teeth click. They won't budge no matter how much he wills them to.

"So petulant. And thick headed. You damn near act like a hunter," Crowley bites out. "But you're clearly not. Otherwise you wouldn't have called without a stitch of protection. No charms, no sigil, not even a 'no demons allowed' sign on your flesh."

Crowley squats on his heels to look Butcher square in the eye as Butcher bares his teeth at him, his hands now as paralyzed as his knees. "Allow me to enlighten you, Billy. If I felt like being particularly barbaric…" Crowley snatches a handful of Butcher's hair, enough to make him growl. Crowley gives a slow, serpent smile. "...I'd hijack this rugged meatsuit of yours, go back, give your lovely wife a visit. And then make you watch as her dear husband tears her beloved son asunder with his bare hands. And that's just for starters."

A cold wave washes over Butcher. If he wasn't sober yet, he is now. He knows a bluff when he hears it. There isn't a hint of one in either Crowley's rough voice or wicked eyes.

"You think you know violence?," Crowley now beams, releasing Butcher's locks with a laugh. "Lucky for your little darling, I'm feeling more civilized. So we'll go with something a little simpler."

A flourish of Crowley's wrist and a sickening wet crunch comes from Butcher's ribcage. He wants to scream but can't. He can't breathe. All that comes forth is splashes of red, silently bubbling over his lips, on his knees, the dirt. Then just as sudden it stops. The pain subsides, he chokes down air, then gags and hacks up something thick. Viscera.

"How's your lungs taste in your teeth?," the demon asks, as nonchalant as asking the weather. "We can do this all night. Or…" Here his voice grows softer, perched there at Butcher's shoulder. "You can make it stop. You can make her tears dry up. For once in your miserable life, you can fix it. Make it all go away."

Crowley rises to his feet as the invisible hold slides away from Butcher's limbs. He raises his hands to wipe the burgundy froth from his mouth, his beard, spitting up another glob of tissue before he can choke on it.

"It's a hell of a deal, Billy," the demon continues, circling round him yet again. "You can have your wife back. No Homelander or Vought breathing down your neck. No sniveling brat in the way. Sweet Becca won't even remember he existed. And you can sweep her off her feet to whatever paradise you can find. Ten glorious years to make up for all the ones they stole from you."

Butcher manages to shift up one foot. His head is reeling at the situation he's gotten himself into. And from the honeyed promises the demon offers. "The Boys?," he mumbles distantly.

"I can make them forget, too. They'll send you and your bride off on a second honeymoon, and then go about their little lives. Who needs supe hunting anyway?"

Crowley now leans down in Butcher's other ear. "You can have it all. And all you have to give in return is that measly, tattered, blackened thing that you call a soul. You said it yourself once." Then, almost a whisper, "What have you got to lose that you ain't already lost?"

Butcher recognizes the interrogation tactic. Battery, break them down in body and spirit. Then offer something sweet, a flicker of light in the abyss. But even though he sees it for what it is, he is not immune. It's Becca. Ten years with Becca that he has wanted for so long that he fucking aches with the need of it. And what's a soul matter if he doesn't even believe in it anyway?

"You got a pen in that suit, you cunt?," he rasps.

"That's not how this transaction works. We talked about this, remember?"

Butcher blinks incredulously up at Crowley as he moves to stand in front of him. "You fucking with me?"

"Not the slightest. We can be quite a stickler for tradition in hell," Crowley leers down at him. "Deals are sealed the old Roman way." He rocks back on his heels in amusement when Butcher seems to contemplate. "Oh c'mon, Billy. Don't tell me you're getting squeamish on me over a little lip service."

"Fuck you," he snarls. Then his mouth curls, half smirk, half grimace as he slowly rises to his feet. "I'll shove my tongue down your fucking throat if I have to."

"At least buy me dinner first, tiger. Your wife know you talk to men like that?" The leer remains but the demon's tone turns serious. "Do we have a deal?"

Every fiber in his being is telling him to leave. Telling him to turn back, even though he's certain, he knows it's already too late. In his mind's eye he can see Becca, he can see him wiping away the tears. Just the two of them. He can see her smile…

"We have a deal."

The demon grins. He's unsure but Butcher thinks that for a split second, as Crowley grabs the back of his neck, that he sees a flash of smoke, redder than blood in his eyes. Then he purrs, "Atta boy, William."

~~~

In the polished, marble calm of his office on eighty-two, Stan Edgar traces his eyes over the New York skyline. His hands are folded neatly behind his back, face as stoic as ever. He doesn't move when he hears the crystal decanter behind him clink, or the swirl of alcohol into fine cut glass. Merely inquires to the dim in the room, "I take it that it's done?"

When he finally turns, the King of Hell smacks his lips with appreciation for the unoffered beverage. Crowley saunters towards the CEO, smirking, "Done. And done."

"So Butcher…?"

"Off to begin his tawdry happy-ever-after with his missus."

"And the boy?"

"In the tender, loving care of some of my nanny demons, stowed away in one of my personal hideaways. Until you provide him a new mother, of course. Do take care to keep your little insurance policy against Homelander better hidden this time. That's what he is, isn't he?"

"Of sorts," Edgar replies cooly. He moves past Crowley to pour a drink of his own. "I trust you wouldn't have been so naive as to undo all the work we've done for Ryan to have a mother by wiping his memory."

"Merely rearranged," the demon says between sips. "For the next ten years, he'll be of the belief that mummy dearest died in a tragic accident. The kinda spiel you and your marketing team will have Hallmark eating out of your hands."

"Only ten years. Not permanently?," Edgar asks with an arched brow.

"Up until the moment my hounds rip Butcher's bloody soul out of his chest. By then Ryan will be a strapping young man, all groomed and molded, rearing to take his father's place. As planned. And the true memory of Becca will matter little to him at that point." He smiles over the rim of his glass. "Consider it my own insurance policy. Of sorts."

Edgar stares. Crowley stares back, unfazed. After a beat Edgar nods. "And what of Rebecca's memory on that day?"

"You mean her psychosis? When she raves to the world of hellhounds, demons? Accusing the golden man himself of being an unspeakable brute? Poor, poor, mad woman."

The corner of Edgar's mouth tilts lightly upward. "It's certainly not my style. But you demons always did have a flair for the dramatic." He takes a long draw on his glass. He stops when Crowley stands toe to toe with him, the demon's expression humorless. Unreadable. "Don't tell me that you found that offensive? 'Sensitive' is not a word I associate with you or your ilk."

"More like…irked. Irritable. And up until recently, I found you to be a respectable business partner. But now? I find you particularly offensive, Stan."

"Me?," Edgar drawls. "Offensive to the King of Hell?"

"I gave you the opportunity of a lifetime," Crowley cuts quickly, voice low and sharp. "A bargain not entailing your soul. Because you're ruthless, smart. More far-sighted than I can say for most. And you're just damn good for business. But…" He points an accusative finger at Edgar. "...This bumbling incompetence from you and your half-wits has cost me."

"You dare accuse me of incompetence?"

"This mess, all this bullocks that your flying circus monkey started, should have been dealt with years ago. You, Vogelbaum, and that slag Stillwell had one simple job the moment Becca Butcher showed up on your doorstep; hide the kid with his mother, and deal with the husband."

Crowley shakes his head with a sneer. "But you couldn't handle even that, could you? Instead, for nearly a decade, a bloody, raging bootneck formed a vigilante crew, undermined this company, fed intel to the CIA by the ton, and took out several supes, including one of the Seven. And in so doing, like a trail of breadcrumbs, he led Homelander right to his bastard child."

Crowley leans in, shoulder to shoulder now with the CEO as he glares at the demon over his glasses. "Now here I am," he continues in a low snarl, "per your plea to wheel and deal with said bootneck. Doing collateral damage. All because you and your jackasses couldn't keep him from getting his murderous fingers on my fucking assets!"

The demon pins him with a pointed look, tone now dangerously calm. "You've got less than five years before the end of our contract. But if I have to come back in again and clean up your mess like I'm your daddy? Well…then you will find yourself in desperate measures when I renegotiate our terms. Strictly business, you understand."

Crowley drops his now empty glass on its display with a sharp clatter. Stan Edgar stands rigid, staring down the King of Hell in suffocating silence. Then, after a slow blink, he states, "The boy will not be found again. As well as the foster mother we hire. Immediately, of course. I have a list of candidates I prepared in the case of Rebecca's untimely death."

"Damn right you did," Crowley mutters. "Just remember. You keep your dogs on a leash, I won't have to unleash mine. Yet."

And Edgar is left staring into the empty space where Crowley had stood. He thumbs the glass in his hand pensively, spidery fingers tense from his ruminations. He raises it to his lips for a heavy swig, wondering which are worse; the petulant, obnoxious supes under him, or the demons that breathe down his neck? 

#writing #writing challenge #the boys #spn #billy butcher #crowley #i know it's weird but i'm still happy with how this turned out #the boys x spn

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Fluffy/Furry-Butt Situation PT8

(AIN'T NO WAY THIS GOT VOTED AS RATED #11 FOR BAKUGOU X FEMREADER ON WATTPADDDDD!!! AIN'T NO WAY I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED OR EDITED THIS! Thank you all so much for voting ad even simply reading this, I sure as hell didn't expect that, honestly didn't expect anything. But seriously, thank you as you made my day a thousand times brighter today- or I should say yester day cause it's nearly 1 in the morning now lol. Anyway, thank you so much! 6/29/2023)

The sound of your alarm clock made Katsuki raise his head, grunting as he let out a mighty yawn. You grumbled as you clumsily turned off your alarm, hearing the sound of your phone falling to the side of your bed didn’t stir you. Instead you rolled to your side, still holding Katsuki close, pulling him even closer against your soft chest, making Katsuki let out a small noise. Yet you weren’t awake for long as sleep overtook you once more, your calmed face with the tiniest bit of drool coming from the side of your chin gave your face a cute display. Katsuki stared up into your face as he studied your beauty, amazed how within mere seconds you were back asleep. Realizing it had been a whole week and it was finally the weekend, Katsuki understood your intentions. It hadn’t been hard as throughout the whole week you had at least once or twice (Or maybe multiple times) had complained about not being able to sleep in or school work. As he had heard you endlessly rant about sleep, however being turned into a cat. Katsuki found himself in agreement as he personally couldn’t find anything more relaxing than sleeping, especially with you. The scent of someone’s toothpaste and freshly showered hair, the warmth the two of you created, and the simple sounds of your heart and breathing providing the perfect song for him to sleep to he wished to never end. The endless amounts of energy he gained when he’d wake up only to crash not long after as sleep was as intoxicating as a drug or his personal obsession to win any challenge he was given.

Katsuki’s eyes grew heavier as you seemed to drain any energy or wil power within him within mere seconds. Katsuki laid his head down on your supportive pillows, looking only at you as you were the perfect picture he wish he could…

(Choose your fav hobby below as it will be him complimenting your skills:)

Paint/Drawing: …paint or sketch as well as the various paintings and filled notebooks of projects you had created. Whether it was water colors, acrylics, pastels, oil paints, or any other type of fancy paint in the world. Or if it was the most expensive sketching pencils in the world . He could only imagine you sitting in front of a place of your choosing (your favorite area for a background. For example the ocean, a cherry tree, the mountains, behind you.) where your features he loved so much (your eyes, your blush, the way your hair was parted or done, beauty marks/freckles/ dimples, ect) would be enhanced by your surroundings. A portrait of you and all your glory, your beauty. The true woman he had fallen in love with, to show you what he saw everyday when he’d look at you. The idea of him working for hours to make every little detail perfect as you only deserved the best as you had made his own portrait the best.

Dance: …he could use it as the perfect inspiration for a dance. Whether it would be the new trending ones he’d have to research or whether it was something older and less known. He’d find a way to exaggerate the various good deeds you had done for him. However even though he wouldn’t be at first, nearly as good of a dancer as you. He would learn solely for you. If it would mean asking you to teach him, going to classes, watching videos, or even hiring a private tutor he’d do it. All to show you how much you meant to him through emotion, movement, flow, and heart captivating by a single or multiple performances. However many it meant to get you to fall (Hopefully in his arms) for him as he had when he had first seen you perform and incorporated him within your own fantasy and creation. Katsuki would dance for you any day, any time, if it meant he could make you feel the way he did.

Crafts: ….use any and all of your crafting supplies to help him create the most spectacular, mind blowing, piece that surely would be better than other craftsman’s work as it would be only about you. Anything that reminded him of you, a piece of fabric that matched your favorite piece of clothing, a colored shell/rock/gem that matched the color of your eyes or hair. Everything that read ‘Y/n’ to him he would use to re-create the masterpiece you were. The amount of pictures of you he’d have saved to his phone to use as references or actual background pictures of the project he would create all in honor of you that would never be finished as over the years he knew he’d have to spend with you would make the project only grow more and more intricate and detailed. Katsuki would try every types of crafts to show you how much time and dedication he’d want to put into your life as he wanted nothing more than a relationship with you. Along with a way to return the crafts you had made/given to him, as a token of your love.

…. write a song about. It sounded simple, but being Katsuki Bakugou. The task would never end as he’d never be able to write every single thing he loved about you as it was endless. No matter how many songs he’d write for you, he knew he’d have to write more as it would never be enough to show even a glimpse of what you had done towards his heart.

As Katsuki thought he couldn’t help but cuddle up more to your front as his eyelids grew heavier. ‘Damn, why is she so soft?’ He couldn’t help but think as he drifted off to an easy sleep. Loud purring filled the room as you both slept in longer, the feeling of heaven close by as you two were the most comfortable you had been all week. Holding eachother’s in the other’s arms.

When you woke up, you felt a warm body curled in your arms and against you. Looking down you saw your fur baby as happy as can be as he had his face hidden in your chest. However the curve of a grin on the edge of his mouth as well as his purrs could not hide how happy he was, not even with the cover from your pj’s fabric. You giggled as you pet and scratched his ears. Leaning down, you kissed him. Earning a grunt from the cat. “Morning sleepyhead.” You cooed as the cat hid his face in his little paws. King let out a grumbling noise as if complaining or blaming you for waking him up as his ears pinned to the back of his head.

Katsuki felt the wanting to go to sleep suddenly disappear as he felt you peppering his face with many kisses. Katsuki shot his head up, just as he was about to yell at you, suddenly you scooped him up, holding him as you sat up. Hugging him, you put your face in the crook of his neck. Softly inhaling, taking in his scent as you rubbed the back of his head. Katsuki tried to pull away as you turned and began to kiss his face multiple times. Pulling away you hummed as you smiled down at him. Light and content filled your eyes as you have his nose a little peck. At this point, if Katsuki wasn’t covered in fur then you would have seen his face had turned so red, it would have added a whole new shade of red to the color spectrum.

You giggled as you held King, his face was a look of shock as you continued your little kissing attack. Afterwards you let him lay on your chest as you watched movies/a show/YouTube/ect. You noticed King seemed to be watching them as well. Occasionally he would turn his head to you, which you’d use as a way to quickly sneak in a kiss on his little cheek. The first couple times he shot his head away so fast and would try to escape. You however wanted cuddles and would force him back into your hold. Listening to his little protests but ignoring them as you pulled him back down. Kissing and petting the huffing furball of anger and annoyance. However over time, you noticed he had calmed down as he instead leaned into you. No longer fighting you as no more puffs of fur flung from his soft body. Reluctantly, he would continue to would turn his head back and look at you. Up, and down, seemingly admiring you when you didn’t motion to do anything towards him as you didn’t want him to get too mad. However in your perceptual vision King slowly reached up towards your face. You turned slowly and he leaned in towards you and licked your cheek before gently butting his head into your cheek. You only grinned at him as you gently kissed him. King seemed to grin as he turned back to your phone. You cooed as the cat finally decided he’d show you some affection. Turning your head back to your device while you rubbed and massaged his head as you both enjoyed the morning. His loud purrs sounding like your favorite song as he allowed himself to snuggle more so into your hold so you could achieve more rubs in different places on his head.

You would say your morning was delightfully chill. Catching up on your favorite shows/series/movies/ect, finishing or working on your favorite hobbies. However you were a little slow after the visit to Recovery Girl. She had healed you, and you had awoken to a pleasant friend keeping you company the first morning being in Recovery Girl’s office. When you were good enough to go later that day, you had taken King with you to your dorm. You couldn’t believe you had missed half of your weekend as you were fighting Todoroki on Friday, staying at the school’s hospital (notice how in the last fanfic I accidentally said Hospital Wing from Harry Potter? Lol I read too much Harry Potter) until Saturday’s afternoon. Meaning your only beak was today, Sunday. You groaned as you rubbed your head, worry buzzed continued to rot your brain as the pros STILL had no evidence of what had happened to your dear friend. However as you turned to look at King rubbing water from bud water bowl off with his little paw’s leg. You couldn’t help but forget your worries with the sight of your quirky cat.

Getting up you walked over towards King and picked him up, hearing him let out a grunt that made your heart swoon. “You know-” You began, causing King to spin his head until his eyes met yours. You felt your heart jump into your throat. You couldn’t help but then hide your face into his back as a high pitched noise proceeded to rip from your throat “YOU'RE SOOO CUTEEEE!” You squealed, the cat growled as he whacked the top of your head. You laughed as you pulled away. Clearing your throat you continued “Anyway what I was going to say was. I think we should have a day out.” The fluff ball tilted his head “We’ve been in these walls for a suffocatingly long time so- why don’t we go out?” The cat blinked before he leaned up, sniffing your showered hair and gently gave you a small lick. You giggled “It’s settled then. We’ll go for a little trip.” You said, you then put him down “I’ll get our things ready for today then.” Turning your still sleepy body. You walked to your closet and took out a small but cute bag you had found at the mall while shopping with your class not too long ago.

You had found it while you went UA festival shopping and Momo had pointed it out to you. You luckily had enough cash on you to get the f/c-es bag with the most detailed pattern of your liking you had found. It matched your quirk as clouds and splashes of your favorite color seemed to dance all over the shiny bag.

As you took it out you also pulled out a small but comfortable snuggle blanket that was perfect for picnics as it was thick enough for grass to not be able to invade. But fluffy enough to sit on for long periods of time. You began to pack the blanket inside with a water bottle/hydroflask that you often used for traveling or simple outdoor pleasures. However as you worked to effectively pack and organize your things along with an outfit. You heard behind you a huff followed by an irritated meow. Turing your head back you were met with sharp, ruby, eyes. Filled with wanting, you blinked as King stood on his hind legs, using your leg as a support for one arm as the other reached out towards you. “Mow” The simple meow slipped from his as smooth as silk. You stood shocked as your cat had never used such a tone before. Your heart couldn’t handle his cuteness as you then reached down and picked him up. Feeling his arms wrap around your neck as he leaned his own head against yours. “Aw-haw- you’re going to kill me King.” You replied in a soft tone as you then leaned down and kissed th e top of his fluffy head. The feeling making your nose slightly itchy. However you didn’t mind as you held King while packing for the day. His long tail swaying calmly from side to side as you worked. A smile you couldn’t break was etched i to your face, you knew if King continued with these out of character antics. You knew your heart was going to explode.

Deku yawned as he clumsily walked down the stairs of the dorm rooms. Hearing your voice as you seemed to be talking to someone from the first floor caught his attention. Reaching the bottom, the green haired boy rubbed his sore eye with his not bandaged hand. The green haired male walked towards the counter “Good morning Yn-Chan how are you-“ however as he opened his eyes, all words he had wished to say were caught in his mouth. Deku stood nose to nose with the very demon that had re-broke his already ruined hand glaring down at him with a deathly aura. “Good morning Deku!” You watched as wide, green orbs slowly looked towards you then back to King who was simply sitting on your shoulder like a parrot. However the sight of the various scratches spread all over his face and limbs had you gasp. “Oh- my gosh Deku what happened?” You asked, the boy whimpered as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your cat, shaking his head “N-nothing just uh-“ You felt vibrations from your growling cat enter your ears. Upon studying the various tears in his skin you gasped once more, pulling off your cat “King! Did you do this?” Instead of seeing your cat try to hide his face in shame. You saw his little lips curl as you saw his tiny front teeth, a huff coming from his nose. You glared down at the cocky pain, you huffed as you then held him out to Deku. “Say you’re sorry!” You barked, your cat snapped his head towards you with his ears pinned to the back of his head. Deku looked at you shocked. “Mrrrow-“ “Ah ah! Say you’re sorry. Right. Now.” You looked at the fluff ball coldly. The cat surprisingly crossed his arms as his legs were still spread out cutely, making you have to bite your tongue to not smile at the little scene. “If you don’t, then you can stay inside the dorm all by yourself today.” Your cat growled as his ears twitched. You huffed as you held him out, “Say you’re sorry.”

Katsuki lightly glared at the stupid boy’s deer-like eyes. Rolling his eyes as he couldn’t believe he was stopping so low. Reaching his arms out he wrapped them around Deku’s neck. The boy’s body tensed with a small “Oh-“ leaving his vocal cords. Katsuki huffed as he opened his mouth. “You think you can save me and have me hug you at the end? No no nerd. You’ve got no idea what’s coming for y-“ “Kiiing.” You warned him, “That’s not saying sorry.” The blonde rolled his eyes as he hugged the dumbass harder, then pulled away and glared at you “Happy?” He growled. You put your hands on your hips as you rose an eyebrow. “Not good enough.” W-WHAT?!” He snapped “When you say sorry you should mean it! So say sorry!” You shouted. Katsuki gritted his teeth “OK FINE!” He then threw his head into Deku’s jaw and begrudgingly rubbed his head against Deku’s chin. Instead of being an adorable manner of submission, it was anything but as Deku winced and tears began to brim his eyes as Katsuki was putting enough pressure to ensure a few more bruises.

You blinked as you had never seen a cat give its affection so aggressively with its eyes into the tiniest of slits. Deku whimpered as your cat then snapped his head towards you and let out a loud yowl. “A-a-apology accepted!” The boy stuttered and held your cat out towards you. King huffed as he wagged his tail, moving around until he found a comfortable spot on your shoulder.

Deku sat at the island in amazement as the death cat moved back onto the top of your shoulder, huffing as he shot a glare at Deku before turning his head to see what you were doing. You walked towards the fridge and began to grab some ingredients. “So uh- erm- what are you making?” “I’m making some bento boxes for King and I. We’re planning on having a day out.” His curly, green, hair bounced as he nodded “Ah- alright. Well- I hope you two have some fun.” You looked up grinning as you rolled some rice “Thanks Deku, I’m- so sorry about all the scratches-” “Oh its alright. Totally understandable. King was very worried about you.” “Aww you cooed, turning to King and rubbed your head into his as he returned the shared love. “That’s so cute.” You ignored his growls, with a small huff he leaned down and further perched onto your shoulder. “Uhm- Uraraka said he was an escapee.” You couldn’t help but chuckle “I noticed. Heard he made Koda faint o his last escape.” Deku chuckled “i don’t think- Koda’s recovered from that yet.” You sighed “Yeah- I’ll have to make King apologize to him too.” King hit the back of your head with his fluffy tail. “Hey! It’s not nice to scare the living soul out of someone!” Your cat only let out a grumble before laying on your shoulders, resting his head on his paws of your opposite shoulder he had perched on. Deku blinked “Wow- your cat is super smart.” You chuckled “Yes, very much so.” You finished your bento boxes with some sides of fruit, veggies, extra meat for King, and your favorite snacks. You then put a small travel size backpack on the counter. Opening it you pushed a small blanket you had put into the bag earlier. You then put in the various bento boxes and took out your f/c-Ed flask, opening it you poured your favorite drink inside and grabbed an extra water bottle. Putting the bottles back inside you zipped up the bag. “Alright! I think we’re good to go.” King let out a small huff as he nuzzled more into you. You then crouched down and King hopped off, turning back to you as his tail waved in the air. “You ready King?” “Mrow” he answered, you giggled as you put your pack on, turning to Deku. “Well, thank you for helping me with King. Again I’m sorry about the scratches-“ “Oh don’t be! It’s quite alright I’m fine. Have fun you guys!” You grinned and waved to him “Have a good day Deku.” “You too!” He called out, with that you started your little trip.

You opened the door and watched King practically run outside. Closing the door you had to move some hair from your face as it was quite windy. However it was a comforting breeze of the start of summer. You couldn’t help but sneak out your phone to take a few pictures of King. His flowing, long, locks of his ashe blonde fur blowing in the wind. His little pink nose moved as it inhaled the new scents in the crisp air. His tail moved sideways on top of the various blades of grass which stuck through his tail. You then found your favorite photo and set it as your home screen. King turned to you and let out a small meow, turning he trotted towards your school’s woods. Putting your phone in your pocket you began to follow until you heard a familiar person who you once saw as a friend, shouting at you.

“Hey look! It’s the loud ass cat who woke me up a few days ago!” TetsuTetsu yelled. Your smile slowly disappeared as he walked over, a smug glare etched on his face as he trotted over towards you. “And the scaredy cat girl who’s too scared to fight me with her own fists. You rolled your eyes as you turned and continued walking. “Hey km talking to you! You really think you can walk away from me like that!” You felt your mood dwindle, one thing you liked about Bakugou was he was more bite than bark. While Tetsu was a non stop antagonizer. “Oh yeah- mind you thanks for making the whole class look like fools and for setting that whole forest more on fire than it already was!” You stopped, turning to face him, you gritted your teeth “Don’t you say that. You know what I was trying to do-“ “Really? It seemed like from everyone else’s point of view you were just trying to help the villains attack us!”

Katsuki had turned and was watching the whole ordeal. Searching through his memory he tried to figure out what the steel man was talking about until he remembered the UA Summer Trip. Blue fire surrounded the blonde as he fought off the various villains trying to gain the upper hand. You had jumped from your hiding spot to spook his classmates as you had been in Class 1-B your first year unlike him. Using your wind quirk to stop the fire, however the whirling winds of oxygen breathed only a larger fire. Katsuki narrowly dodged out of the way of one of your fire tornadoes. Turning he yelled at you the hell you were doing. But he could see right through your face, you were panicked. Not thinking right as this was all new to you. Katsuki ran towards you and grabbed your arms, making you hurl the dangerous winds towards the villains before you managed to turn the winds into a small concentrated ball. Releasing your quirk you gasped as you grabbed at your head, leaning down as the villains were passed out from the 3rd degree burns covering their bodies.

Katsuki was pulled out of his mind as you walked past him. “You were the one who made the fire spread, you practically gave that class 1-A guy to them!” Katsuki watched the h/c-Ed female pause, he knew you were reliving the memory, it was hard to. As the villain called Dr Compress jumped out and tried to attack you and Katsuki from the back, Dabi used his fire at the same time. Effectively, when you had used your quirk to blow the first villain away. You had accidentally amplified Dabi’s fire attack. Sealing you all in a circle of mad fire that devoured the forest faster.

You snapped your head towards Tetsu “You don’t know what happened-“ “Yeha but I heard all about it!” The male snarled. “I bet you just went to save him for the glory to cover your track-“ “Not another word!” You warned the male, feeling your quirk activating. “Or what? You're going to turn me into the LOV?! Then everyone will see how much of a fak-” As you were glaring daggers and losing your hold on yourself. Your former classmate was shortly interrupted before he could activate his own quirk. His eyes bulged wide as his mouth gaped and began to scream in horrific pain. You faltered but your eyes widened too as the boy reached down and tried to shove off what you realized to be King digging his sharp claws right where the sun doesn’t shine. Tests tried to use his quirk however the damage was already done as King shoved his claws in harder, deeper, into the other male’s precious flesh and jewels. Your feet moved quickly as you watched Tetsu raise his strong, metallic, arm above the cat. “STOP!” You shouted, grabbing his arm and with your other hand uppercutting him with a powerful wind, making the loose grass soar into the air. However the fight was on as you felt Tetsu’s anger radiating off him. He snapped his head towards you and reached to grab you. However you were much faster as you had trained extensively. You reached and grabbed at the air in his mouth, ripping your elbow back, you felt the air drain from his body. He let out an exasperated gasp as his quirk began to quickly falter, you then threw your arm around his neck, grabbing his attacking arm, stepping behind him as you used your force, momentum, and Tetsu’s own breath to slam him into the ground. The male’s shiny armor immediately disappeared as he laid there gaping like a fish on land. King then jumped on the arrogant boy’s junk. Causing Jim’s to gasp in pain as he wheezed. You then picked up King “Don’t touch my fucking cat!” You barked before you kicked his legs and walked away. Feeling the rumbles of Kings proud purring as you walked away, the wind blowing up to hair back like a soldier on the battlefield.

Unbeknownst to you, there were two pairs of different colored eyes watching you from afar. “Woah- she just-“ Ochako began, “I think I know what happened to Kachan.” Ochako’s brown eyes looked up towards her crush’s freckled but focused face. He turned back to her with a relieved face expression. Deku let out a small exhale of air as he turned, walking back towards the common room. “I’m glad he found Y/n-chan.” The brunette walked next to him as she too knew the answer to Bakugou’s disappearance. She grinned and nodded as she looked ahead, her short hair bouncing barely above her shoulders. “About time honestly. I wish that she was just smart enough to figure out it’s him and he likes her.” Deku nodded “It's frustrating, when two people can’t seem to realize the obvious signs of love for eachother.” “Yeah.”The brunette replied airly, turning her eyes back towards Deku’s curled hair. Slightly blushing as she thought of how cute his hair was, the way it jumped up and down and seemed to never look messy. The two continued to walk until they finally caught up with their friends. Yet, with their new discovery. They kept the thoughts to themselves as they KNEW what Bakugou would do to them.

The sounds of small twigs snapped under your shoes as you walked carefully through the dense forest. You weaved your way through, often turning your head to keep track of your fur baby as he followed close behind. He seemed to keep up quite easily, jumping and ducking larger branches that had fallen in his way. You turned your head as you began to see a small clearing, your favorite get away. Your smile grew wider “We’re here.’ you announced as you stepped over a larger log. King jumped over it and noticed you had stopped. You both were on the side of a cliff, only a mere meter or two away from the edge. You pulled out from your bag your small f/c-ed blanket. Laying it out on the grassy and dead leaved ground. Sitting down you took out a small bowl you had brought with you, pouring some water in the bowl for King who came over and sniffed before quietly lapping up the bowl’s contents. You chuckled as you grabbed your flask, un-screwing it and took a long sip. You hummed as you stared at the gorgeous view. UA luckily was high on a mountain/hillside. It was quite easy to get a view of Mufasa’s city. You could even make out the ocean’s passing waves in the far distance. You took a deep breath of relaxing air.

The feeling of small weight on your thigh had you turn your attention. King looked up at you with big eyes, you giggled, scooping up the big kitty. “Aww, you want cuddles?” He rubbed his head into your neck, purring louder than his normal. You then gently sat him in your lap where the cat circled on your thighs, before finally leaning his back against your tummy, his legs stretched out as yours was, his front paws hanging down as they rested against his own body. You covered your face as you once again felt your heart about to burst from the absolute pure and cute bundle on your lap. ‘I must protect him at all costs.’ You told yourself as you managed to sneak a few pictures.

The day dragged on as the two of you relaxed. You’d occasionally start some small talk such as identifying where you used to live growing up, where you had worked as an intern after the Sports Festival, your favorite cafe/restaurant. King seemed to listen as he too decided to meow a few words of his own. Even pointing out some wildlife you hadn’t caught, walking along a few trails in the forest past the two of you.

You fed King his pieces of meat including beef and fish you had prepared specially for him. Cut into little bones and treat shapes for him as he munched away on your lap. Licking your fingers clean as you fed him by hand. You the. Rubbed your thumb against the side of his face as you took another bite of your stuffed rice ball. He purred as he rubbed his face into your hand. Occasionally as you are he’d look up at you and paw at your hand, making you stop and feed him again. However you didn’t mind as this was the rare moment of his cuddly and sweet mood.

Occasionally you felt a chilly breeze going down your spine. Issuing your quirk you’d easily warm you both with warm, sleepable, waves of wind. As the time passed by you suddenly felt another gentle tap from the cat below. Looking down you saw the big eyed King stretch out his arms, reaching out. You cooed as you moved your hands down. “Awwww- you want tummy rubs?” King simply nodded as you once more cooed at his loveable display. Leaning down you began to rub up and down his fluffy and surprisingly solid tummy. Your fingers running and pulling gently through his long, fluffy, fur that was softer than the clouds or water. King after a few minutes yawned, his eyes dropping as his nose twitched a few times before he easily fell asleep in your arms. You could help but find this nearly kills you as you’d never seen something so cute. Yawning as it was contagious, you looked back up at the view of the city. ‘It wouldn’t help to take a small cat nap.’ You told yourself. Leaning your head down and closing your eyes as you too drifted off to a peaceful sleep. The quiet sound of the birds singing surrounded you, distant city noises played into the background. However your ear’s only focus was on a small weight purring/snoring loudly, bringing you pure joy and happiness as the sun warmed you both as though it was a thick, soft, blanket.

#bakugou x reader #mha fanfic #cat bakugou x reader #cat bakugou #too many damn hashtags #mha fanfics

[panzsan]

Evening Flight

My final film for my Animation II class. A lot of things inspired this, so I'm glad Tumblr lets me write really long blogs (b^_^)b

The Style

The spark of this whole idea was Royal Space Force, a 1987 film by Gainax. I've seen some gifs of it, and finally watched it during the semester. I was blown away by the animation and world-building. I haven't seen anything really like it before, and it reinforced my love for traditional 2-D animation.

I used the movie to guide the style I wanted: Grounded, realistic movements, painted backgrounds, a focus on detail, etc. It was a massive challenge, since I haven't done things like landscape paintings before, but it taught me a lot and I think I'm a better artist now because of it. It also really made me appreciate the work of past artists a lot more. Painting backgrounds and drawing cels was already hard enough digitally, I can't imagine it doing it by hand!

My first idea was to do a dogfight sequence. Thankfully I realized that would be way out of my ability so instead I took inspiration from this flying sequence in the movie. It would let me focus on painting backgrounds and limit the amount of detailed animation I had to do, which turned out to be invaluable once the deadline started approaching. It would also let me take inspiration from those edits people do of fighter jets flying to synthwave (like this one)

The Plane

Since this whole thing was about a plane flying around, the design of the place took precedence. I based my idea off the planes from Royal Space Force as I really liked the idea of their unorthodox design showing that they come from a world different from ours.

I went through a couple of designs. I kept the rear-placed wings but wasn't really sure exactly what type of plane it should be. I considered a push propeller design but couldn't get a look that was satisfying. It did, however, lead me to finding some interesting designs from WW2

Eventually I decided on roughly an early-Cold War interceptor. The F-86 played a big role since it was an example of an early jet. I used the A-4 for reference when designing the engine and intake layout. Although its not designed to be a fighter, it did have the short and compact look I wanted. The X-29 also showed me how foward-swept wings could be set up.

Eventually I came up with this, a single-seat, single-engine interceptor with two small cannons in the nose and two larger ones in pods on the wings.

The Pilot

I knew from the get-go that I wanted my pilot to have a tomboyish look. This is because I watched Gunsmith Cats and thought Rally was really cute.

Early sketch:

First Design:

The design of the helmet was tricky. I wanted something that also felt unorthodox, so I looked at some interesting designs I found on twitter

I also took some inspiration from Patlabor, another classic anime series I watched. I liked the look of the "headband" the mech pilots had on their helmets, and decided to include them on my design

The design of the flight suit was largely based off this artwork by @Zen_jirakun on Twitter. I loved the look of the large jacket combined with the sleek undersuit. I tried to give it my own spin by using the aesthetics of fighter pilot gear.

As I started working however, I quickly noticed that the helmet was way too over-designed. Noticeably, the cheekpads were a weird shape that would be hard to keep track of during movement. I had to scrap that design and come up with one that would be easier to animate. Luckily I stumbled upon the Russian GSh-6, a high-altitude helmet worn by Mig-25 pilots. Not only did it have the unorthodox look I wanted, but it was also a lot easier to draw, and thus became the basis of the revised design.

Some Background Paintings

To close out this post, I'll share some BG stills, cause I worked hard on them and want to make sure people can see them d(ﾟｰﾟ@)

#animation #classic anime #student animation #indie animation #fighter jets #royal space force #2d animation #hand drawn animation #Youtube

[starsnheroes]

more clint verses + notes

if we ship, and you want a verse mention i'll add ya :)

affiliate verse // 616 // good people are like candles they burn themselves up to give others light (crisispider / thefleetsfine / hopeburns) // entangled to a loser like me (crisispider)

616 verses in which Clint is always in a relationship with @/crisispider

same notes as 616

always open to interacting in this verse as clint loves his peter b parker and wants to tell people

Clint and Peter live together in Bed Stuy

They just got engaged

Clint is the bonus stepdad to Mayday Parker

Clint and MJ hang out sometimes

Eventually Clint and Peter'll be adopting a baby Ashley too after they get married

Wurm :))

Peter follows events of the Spider-verse films so that's all canon

actually read this post goes into extreme detail on the Affiliate Verse

616 au // how can i watch you fade (crisispider)

a blindspot inspired au

clint's going blind and not enjoying it

clint's sorry he breaks peter's hearts all the time

616 divergent // ship verse with @/biitchcakes // how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes)

open for interacting in this verse

after their first break up due to clint's infidelity as seen in 2012 fraction's

Clint and Jessica would get together again shortly after working together in Secret Avengers (2014)

They would take their next big break, after a heavily canon divergent Civil War 2; Clint still kills Bruce and goes on trial. They kind of break-up / take a break, cause that was one of his girlfriend's best friends

Post Civil War 2, Clint tours America, drinking often and trying to right wrongs with Red Wolf via vigilante justice; while he does this he does call Jessica here and there, sometimes drunk and guilty

Eventually, he returns to New York with a few revelations, and one of them comes at recognizing an alarming relationship with alcohol ; while he back in New York, he asks Jessica and a local superhero doctor Leonard Mccoy (had to sneak him in okay) to help him with sobriety

Kate calls Clint from LA to ask him for his help with something, which leads to Clint deciding while he was in LA to move there and to take the next big chance. ASK JESSICA OUT AGAIN. Now just that, but skip a few steps and ask her to move out to LA with him. She says yes.

Kate's WCA happens, and Clint and Jessica have their own west coast superhero business; they adopt a runaway Beverley Hills kitty cat whose name is Leftovers or LT, they've got a place together, and quite some time

The next "break" that Clint and Jessica take is when they move back to New York, during the time of Devil's Reign and Mayor Fisk; the events of Freefall, Clint's grudge war with the Hood, and taking up the Ronin mantle leads Clint to relapse and realize that he hasn't exactly buried all his issues

Jessica is there to help him in the aftermath, along with Clint's friends that he manages to not burn bridges with

Clint becoming a T-Bolt under Luke Cage, is what leads to round 4 at a relationship with Jessica Drew, and gosh they got Lucky and Leftovers (their two "kids") he should maybe do something about a relationship upgrade with Jessica right?

LEFTOVERS IS CLINT'S SECOND FUR-SON and his favorite cat in the world, Leftovers is also just as much as a Cryptid as his mom JDrew :)) clint has had many a heart attack when these two LOOM over him waiting for food

616 closed // ship w/ @/mr-tony-stark // who shares your burdens (mrtonystark)

a closed 616 verse, inspired by a long running thread (i am getting back to)

where tony stark and clint barton, have a multiple times fling, and tony's the who clint calls at the end of freefall and helps clint with recovery, is his sponsor (and boyfriend) because they are messy

clint and tony are dating, after a 1000 reblogs

tony is raising brandy (that is going well for now)

gonna be exploring tony's relapse

and possibly the tony - emma sham wedding

616 closed // ship w/ @/mr-tony-stark // can we have a chance at this finally (mrtonystark)

a verse where tony and clint adopt an alien baby after her pod reaches earth

vaugely based off our first verse

let the boys be happy

616 closed // ship w/ @/blindbastard // do not hear do not see but know how to feel (blindbastard)

clint and matt !!

centered around hawkeye: freefall

clint knows matt is DD

has to walk the careful dance of not letting his boyfriend know he's ronin

while his boyfriend is actively hunting for ronin

#about; blog canon #about; verses #all headcanons tag

[v-anrouge]

i got onto your blog to scream about rookvil poly but then i saw your banner ⁉️⁉️ violated with the most light skin stare ever but im him and he's me 😁 anyways currently im making my own visual kei clothing (sex pot revenge, GLP, and h.anarchy designs for reference) and i spent 2 hours hand painting the fonts alone :[ stencils ⁉️⁉️ what are those ⁉️⁉️ i only know the indomitable spirit of an artistic gay person 💯💯💯 anyhow alternative!yuu designing clothes for vil and having multiple homoerotic moments with him. yes it's natural for fashion designers to get up and close to acquire your measurements babe. yea don't mind their fingers lingering too long on your neck. and vil personally shows yuu why he's a world class supermodel when he cat walks in their clothes 💯 and rook is there the whole way, photographing BOTH his muses in action xx. you should think about tjem xx bc i do xx

SORRY FOR TGE JUMPSCARE ANON IM GLING THRU SOMETHING...

BUT GOD UR RIGHT, yuu will really never have any idea how much it means to vil that they'd let him model in the clothes they designed ESPECIALLY if the design happens to be inspired by something he likes or even by vil himself, he ups the peacock act by a 10000%. when vil models he is already super confident but when the clothes he is wearing are made by yuu? god that man is the literal meaning of confidence. his expressions get somehow even sharper and he just seems even more alluring than he was last photoshoot which is always baffling because when u think vil has reached peak perfection BOOM he outdoes himself AGAIN. i feel like he'd actually cry out of happiness once he's alone if yuu like makes a single piece of clothing that has his exact measurements and that is made for vil and vil only to wear, something no one else can afford to have, something that is his forever. it just means so much for him because to him that's a confirmation that no one could substitute him

AND ROOK GOD YES PELASE HED ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO BE THERE TO WATCH EVERY PHOTOSHOOT HIS EYWS SHINING HE GOT A GOOFY SMILE ON BIS FACE HJS CHEEKS R RED HES JUST SO WHIPPED LIKE <333

vil getting even more picky because he knows there's no better designer than his beloved yuu and no better photographer than his dearest hunter so suddenly even the people he has worked with for years aren't as satisfactory as they used to be

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks

[riderborn]

✧   ⸻   [  grace van patten,  cis woman,  she / her  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet,  cadet  waverly dunbar, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant !  at  twenty - five years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so warm and selfless. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be callow and paranoid may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of watercolor bruises blossoming against your fair skin from hours in sparring, weeping into your palms after your first kill, the stark contrast of floral scented shampoo and the metallic scent of blood, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. 

I.   BASICS .

full  name.   waverly  rose  dunbar. age.  twenty - five. gender.  cis  woman. pronouns.   she  /  her. current  location.   rider’s  quadrant. status.  single ;  unattached. orientation.   bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.   two  older  brothers. signet.  not  yet  manifested. dragon.  not  yet  bonded. allegiance.   the  rider’s  quadrant.

II.   APPEARANCE .

hair.   golden  hair  that  falls  to  her  collarbones,  typically  worn  in  a  french  braid,  a  tight  ponytail,  or  in  loose  waves. eyes.   the  color  of  dark  chocolate. height.   five  feet  six  inches. scars.   none  yet. relics.   none  yet.

III.   MISCELLANOUS.

position.   first  year.  second  wing,  flame  section,  first  squad  member. strengths.  warm,  selfless,  approachable. weaknesses.  callow,  paranoid,  uncertain. hogwarts  house.   hufflepuff. alignment.  lawful  good. zodiac  sign.   pisces. media  inspirations.   violet  sorrengail  ( fourth  wing ),  beth  greene  ( the  walking  dead ),  lexie  grey  ( greys  anatomy ),  dani  clayton  ( bly  manor ),  missandei  ( game  of  thrones ),  jennifer  jareau  ( criminal  minds ),  primrose  everdeen  ( thg ).

IV.   BIOGRAPHY.

raised  by  a  rider  family,  waverly  always  knew  she  was  destined  to  be  a  rider.  from  a  young  age,  she  watched  with  envy  as  both  her  parents  &  both  her  older  brothers  experienced  the  inexplicable  bond  between  a  dragon  &  its  rider  &  she  always  knew  that  that’s  what  she  wanted.  growing  up,  people  often  told  her  she  should  plan  for  something  else  instead  --  she  was  tender-hearted,  empathetic,  &  soft,  &  everyone  insisted  that  those  qualities  wouldn’t  make  a  good  rider.  in  response,  she  simply  held  her  head  higher,  shutting  them  all  out  &  leaning  on  her  family’s  support  to  chase  her  own  dreams.  she  didn’t  spend  her  childhood  training  to  be  a  rider,  however.  her  interest  in  being  a  rider  is  one  thousand  percent  about  an  insatiable  admiration  &  need  to  appreciate  a  dragon  up  close  &  wanting  to  experience  that  bonding,  &  has  literally  nothing  to  do  with  the  thrill,  the  stakes,  the  gore,  or  the  power  that  comes  with  being  a  rider.  all  of  those  things  are  moreso  the  negatives  in  waverly’s  brain,  the  things  she  has  to  ‘tough  it  out’  through  in  order  to  achieve  her  dreams  of  seeing  the  world  through  the  clouds.  for  that  reason,  much  to  the  quadrant’s  dismay  after  her  two  stellar  rider  brothers  have  passed  through,  waverly  isn’t  much  of  a  fighter  &  has  continuously  come  out  on  the  bottom  in  every  way  that  counts  so  far  in  basgiath.  she  barely  made  it  across  the  parapet,  i  imagine  she  was  one  of  the  last  few,  limbs  trembling  &  collapsed  once  she  got  across...  but  she  still  made  it  !  where  she  lacks  in  brawn,  she  makes  up  for  in  dedication.  she  works  hard  in  her  classes  to  learn  all  she  can  about  being  a  rider,  &  volunteers  at  every  opportunity  to  take  on  more  duties  or  more  learning.  she’s  optimistic  about  it  all,  despite  the  fact  that  she’s  literally....  getting  &  going  to  get  the  crap  pummeled  out  of  her  &  has  a  very  slim  chance  of  survival  but  tbh  she  thinks  the  chance  of  bonding  with  a  dragon  is  worth  it. 

personality - wise,  she’s  like  a  ray  of  sunshine  that  doesn’t  know  when  to  stop.  she’s  like  prim  everdeen  crying  over  that  mean  cat....  &  she  probably  barfs  at  the  things  she  sees  at  basgiath  even  more  than  violet  did  tbh...  but  she’s  also  captain  america  getting  the  shit  kicked  out  of  him  &  then  standing  up  &  being  like  ‘i  could  do  this  all  day !’  even  when  it’s  like  baby  no  you  really  can’t....  she’s  sensitive  but  hides  it,  both  out  of  fear  of  being  targeted  by  other  cadets  &  bc  fake  it  til  you  make  it.  in  the  same  vein,  she  can  be  super  naive  bc  she  just  genuinely  wants  to  see  the  best  in  ppl,  but  is  also  a  Paranoid  Pisces  so  like.  she’s  in  a  constant  dilemma  &  anxious  quite  a  lot  but  yanno  that’s  how  i  like  my  muses :  suffering < 3

V.   WANTED  CONNECTIONS.

other  cadets  who  give  a  found  family  vibe~  people  she  feels...  semi-safe  around

the  rhiannon  to  her  violet,  someone  who  wants  to  show  her  the  ropes  &  help  her  not  seem  so  helpless...  or  simply  can’t  stand  to  see  her  get  her  shit  rocked  lol

corruption  moment...  someone  who  is  kind  of  like  ‘grow  up’.  bad  stuff  happens.  get  used  to  it !  a  little  tough  love  if  you  will

someone  super  protective  over  her  please  please  i  will  give  my  first  born

ppl  to  kind  of  play  with  her  feelings  a  little  bit...  make  her  your  fiddle  &  PLAY  HER

i’d  LOVE  a  professor  who  is  kind  of  helping  her  out  a  little  more  whether  it’s  bc  they  pity  her  or  because  they’re  skeptical  of  whether  she  deserves  to  be  here  or  not

anyone  who  doesn’t  like  her  simply  bc  they  think  she  doesn’t  have  what  it  takes  ( she  probably  doesnt )  or  because  they  just  annoy  each  other...  i  want  someone  to  bring  out  a  meaner  side  to  her

anything  &  everything  else !

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