#i walk up to you while you have this art............ i proceed to TAKE IT and EAT IT

[nkogneatho]

۪۫❁ུ۪۪𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 °࿐

—a/n: first thing i wrote after hiatus so still a bit rusty but i tried my best to deliver my emotions. If this gets good response, I'll do part 2. Not proofread. fem!reader

#mlist #taglist #art commissions

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐒

For someone who's so confident, Satoru for the first time found himself anxious, legs trembling in the wonderment of what his bext action should be. He was standing at the altar in his neat pale grey suit. All eyes were fixated on him. But that's not what made him nervous. It was how he would react when he sees you. And just then, you appeared like the fragment of his best intentions.

The wedding band started playing the theme. Your white flowy satin dress dancing to the rhythm of the wind. Your beautiful face concealed a little from the veil. You looked so perfect. And just when you finally reached the altar, you stood parallel to him, smiling and satisfied with his reaction. You've never seen him so engorged in something—or someone.

The minister asked him to proceed with the vows.

"Y/N L/N. I usually am the one to talk a lot. But for the first time, I am short of words." You smiled at him.

"I think it's crazy how I see you everyday, but somehow you still manage to take my breath away with how beautiful you are. I know I call myself the honored one...but trust me darling, I am nothing but a fish in your ocean. You...you are my everything. And when I say that, I mean it. I want you to know that if the world is ever against you, I'll be in the front protecting you with all I have. I love you so much, baby." It feels like he's choking on his words.

This man that just said thst he's at loss for words, proceeded to make you tear up with a poetry. You've never been love so much in life. It feels unreal. But you know it's all true when as soon as you say "I do" his lips are on yours, reminding that every touch you feel is real.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

The hall was decorated with white lillies and tulips that you loved so much. People grooving and chattering to the background music. Soon it was time for the moment you've been waiting for. The dance. Your first dance with Geto. The lights dimmed and the spotlight hit the floor as you and Suguru walked into the bright refraction on the floor. The crowd dispersing away to give the newly married couple their full attention.

One of his hands was on your waist while the other intertwined one of yours.

Put your head on my shouuulder...

You both smiled wide as you couldn't have asked for a better song. This was the song that you once told Geto you'd like to dance to. Since then, he remembered to play twirl you around to Paul Anka at every occasion. And this one had to be the best one yet.

Hold me in your arms, baby...

He mouthed the words and you couldn't help but giggle. Suguru doesn't usually sing but he has this deep voice that blend perfectly to the song. It sounds like heaven.

"Get ready to dance to this every anniversary, my love," he whispered.

The room was filled with so many people. Yet, when your eyes recasted your signature "i love you" look, he suddenly felt the world disappear, and only you two exist.

That's when he realized, he really did get lucky when you fell in love with him.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

As always, you woke up late. It's surprising how Toji looks like the one who'd be irresponsible when it's actually you. But hey! He can't complain about it. Weddings and Receptions are tiring. If he could, he'd let you sleep for one whole day if you didn't have a flight to catch. You quickly got dressed and rushed to the airport with your man.

The flight was awful since you were irritated by the snorer next to you. Trust me. You wanted to stuff the macadamia nuts in his nostrils but Toji stopped you from doing so. He had a better and more rational solution of putting headphones over your ears and playing you your favorite song. Your lips widened when his thumb started circling your thighs to calm you and make you relax.

Upon arriving to the hotel, you finally took a big stretch to wash all the tiredness away.

"IT'S HONEYMOON TIME, BABY!!"

You jumped in excitement and pretty much everyone at the entrance was staring at you and Toji. He won't stop you though. He loves watching you dance around everytime you're happy.

You both walked towards the receptionist, with Toji carrying all the luggage. Gotta use the big beefy man privilege baby.

"Good afternoon. How may I help you?"

"Good afternoon. We reserved a suite here a week ago."

"Okay. May I please know the name you reserved it under?" she asked.

"Oh it's Mr. And Mrs. Fushiguro." The moment those words left your lips, Toji felt his world shift. He knew that you were a Fushiguro when you signed the marriage certificate. He knew it when you said "I do" at the altar. He knew it when he placed the ring on your finger. But hearing it from your mouth made him have butterflies in his stomach. Wow. You are really his. He couldn't for one second believe it.

"So this is how heaven feels like," he mumbled.

"You said something, baby?"

"Oh nothing, my love. Just that you're beautiful "

"I'm running on four hours of sleep. My under eyes are darker than your black shirt," you whispered.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You're still the most beautiful person to exist," he argued and you just rolled your eyes. You genuinely wanted to know how he manages to find you beautiful at every occasion.

"Are you in denial?"

"No, darling. I am in love."

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[shoddynomenclature]

End of the Day Bath Time with the Women of BG3 (18+)

Headcannons about our favorite ladies: Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheria.

18+ for suggestive content.

After a long day of battle, you return to the Elfsong Tavern. You are, as usual, covered in blood and sweat. You will most certainly need a bath before you go to sleep tonight. Luckily, staying at the Elfsong means bathing no longer consists of a quick rinse in whatever river you can find. You have a nice big tub and your beloved waiting for you.

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Shadowheart

Shadowheart is sat naked in front of mirror across the room, undoing her hair and brushing it out.

She’s adorned the tub with candles and incense. It doesn’t look terribly dissimilar to her alter.

You approach the tub, but it’s empty. “Shadowheart, when you get a moment do you think you could…” You’re interrupted by the water from her spell dropping down on top of your head and into the tub.

You squeal and nearly jump out of the tub. The water is freezing. You look up at Shadowheart as a mischievous smirk paints her face.

“Quit your whining,” she teases. “I’ll be over there in a moment to warm you up.”

Once she is satisfied with her hair, she approaches the tub. She eases her body in on the opposite side of where you’re sitting. She cast a spell that causes her hands to glow orange. As she places her hands under the water, heat spreads across the bath.

“Better?” She teases, leaning forward to climb on top of you.

“You could’ve warmed the water before you dropped it on my head,” you retort.

“True, but” She softly drags a hand over your bare chest. The water doesn’t quite reach that high. She gently pinches a nipple, still very hard from the shock of the cool water. “Then I couldn’t do this.” She dips her head, taking the nipple into her mouth and warming it with her tongue.

Your breath catches and you lean your head back over the edge of the tub, pushing your body against hers. “There are other ways to make them hard.” You breathe.

“I know,” she says casually. “And we’ll get to those momentarily. But this was the most fun.”

Lae’zel

Lae’zel prefers to make her baths quick. Efficient. The less time she has to spend in the water the better.

You’re already in the bath by the time she walks in the room, wringing out your freshly washed hair.

She pads over to the edge of the tub, kneeling outside of it, using it as a basin to wash off her face.

When she raises her head with her clean face you smile softly.

Lae’zel is always wearing a generous 5 pounds of makeup. It’s her war paint, making her look serious and threatening, and it does its job.

But now she stands before you, bare faced, and you see a different side of her entirely.

The war paint doesn’t make her look old by any means, but now that it’s gone you can really see her age. She really is only 21 years old.

Her eyes are rounded and almost soft. You see nothing of the pointed harshness she presents everyday.

Lae’zel proceeds to quickly undo her hair, once again using the tub as a basin to wash it rather than getting in the water.

When she’s done, she finally steps tentatively in the water. She allows you to scrub her back while she washes the rest of her body.

You dare to press a kiss onto her shoulder, causing her to pause her frantic scrubbing for only a moment before she starts again. She decides to let it slide… this time.

When she decides she’s clean enough, she nearly vaults out of the tub.

She is happy to sit next to you while you bathe, but she will not spend a moment longer than necessary in that Vlaakith forsaken water.

Karlach

Karlach is 100% sitting Geralt of Rivia style in the tub when you come in. (Does anyone have art of this?? I need it now)

She got a side table next to her right hand. On it sits a large mug of cold beer she bought downstairs. She’s intermittently taking swigs of the ice cold beverage to counteract the heat of the steamy water she’s emerged in.

The water is SO warm, but not too hot. Since the engine cool down Karlach can manage to not boil the water she’s in.

You slink in the water between her legs and lay on her chest, wrapping your arms around her back.

She smiles at you. “Isn’t life just amazing?” She asks. “A warm bath, a cold drink, and the person I love. Doesn’t get much better than this.”

She’s still mostly dirty by this point. It doesn’t look like she’d done any actual bathing before you arrived. Her hair is not even wet yet and dried blood still flecks her cheeks.

You wet a rag and begin to gently wash it off. She squirms like an uncooperative toddler.

You stop for a moment, holding the cloth away from her face. “Behave and I’ll work on this next,” you say, reaching your other hand between her legs and cupping her sex.

Her breath catches and she frantically nods.

She’ll stay still. She swears.

Minthara

Minthara isn’t one for being wet, but she can still enjoy at least parts of a bath.

When you come in the room, it’s dark, the only light is the soft glow emitted by the candles around the tub.

The water is very hot, almost too hot. You ease your body in slow, giving yourself time to adjust.

The water smells like lavender and sandalwood. She put some oils and flower pedals and a little bit of poison in it.

Minthara steps towards the tub, allowing you to take in her naked body in the soft candle light. Her hair is still up.

She climbs in the bath, straddling your waist so her torso is barely in the water at all.

She grabs some soap and a knife from a nearby table. If you grow any facial hair at all, she shaves it off. Otherwise she’s getting rid of any other unwanted hairs: making sure your eyebrows and temples are perfectly manicured. If you allow her to shave your chest, she’ll do that too.

You predict it’s less about the hair and more about the trust it takes to let her drag a knife against your skin. She relishes in the vulnerabilities only she is privy to.

When she’s done, she props herself up on the side of the tub and watches you bath. She doesn’t get in the water herself until after you get out.

Some nights she’ll let you wash her hair yourself, but for the most part the bath is a relatively quick endeavor.

Jaheira

Jaheira is already cleaned, dried, and in her robe by the time you arrive. She usually bypasses the evening chitchat with everyone in favor of some extra time to herself.

The bath water is full of several different herbs she’s picked along the journey.

They’re different everyday, but today there appears to be a lot of mint? Or maybe something else. You’re not terribly well versed in plants.

“If I trusted you any less, I’d think you had very different intentions throwing me in this stew,” You tease.

“I’m not Asterion.” She retorts, “Though I suppose I’m not a stranger to ravishing you.”

You blush and step into the water. Jaheira pulls over a chair and sits above your head.

She mostly just spends the time reading, letting you do your own thing. She does love to wash your hair though.

[Tiefling] She takes a stiff brush to your horns every once in a while. It drives you crazy, but she tells you to stop your whining and sit still. At the end you’re actually surprised how much dirt comes out. Guess you’ve never really paid attention to cleaning them so throughly.

#bg3 #18+ #baldur's gate 3 #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart x tav #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart #tav x lae’zel #lae’zel x tav #laezel x reader #bg3 lae'zel #lae'zel #laezel #karlach x reader #bg3 karlach #karlach x tav #karlach #minthara x tav #bg3 minthara #minthara #minthara x reader #jaheira #jaheira x reader #jaheira x tav #bg3 jaheira #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #tav x minthara #tav x karlach #tav x shadowheart

[normansnt]

The real him

(Alastor x male overlord!reader)

No warnings my loves

Perhaps some grammatical errors🥹

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Alastor was walking down the street to attend the overlords meeting that was taking place today. He has been absent for quite some time so he has not been to one in a while, and honestly he was kind of excited to go again. Not because he cared so much about what they had to say oh no, of course it was useful information for his plan but the one true reason he went was not something, it was someone.

You.

The overlord of music. Since he was the radio demon and you were the music demon you naturally had something to do with each other. Not to mention it just so happened that you both liked jazz that was a first bonding point.

The moment you became an overlord and turned up on one of the meetings Alastor was delighted by you. You were younger than most of them around the age of the Vees however you are very respectful towards the elder overlords. And even though you were one of the strongest ones you were not egoistic at all. If anything Alastor would call you quite humble. You had a happy air around you similar to Charlie, but he could see the smartness and cunningness underneath. For anyone else you just seemed like any happy go lucky idiot in hell but Alastor knew better. He knew that you could not have become an overlord without brains, all though the Vees achieved it. It only took him one conversation with you to know that sly brain of yours which was probably one of the smartest in the room, despite your young age.

Before he left hell it has become a habit that you two sat down for a coffee after meetings and you could talk for hours, one of your favorite activities was playing chess together.

To put it short. Alastor absolutely adored you, and loved spending time with you. The only thing that made him feel even a little bit sad when he left was the thought of not seeing you for a long time.

"Alastor, how fare thee, this way"

Alastor was too caught up in his daydreams about you to notice the tall figure appearing before him.

"Greetings, Zestial" he looked at the overlord while they made their way to the meeting.

"Ah, the weather, doth become this fine day."

"Indeed, looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!"

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou?It has been an age since thou hath graced us thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to...holy arms."

"Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical, nothing serious. Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes!" Laughed Alastor

"Quite intriguing, Some of us did miss thee more than others" smiled Zestial mysteriously.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Asked back Alastor his smile never wavering.

"Thee knoweth what I mean a certain youngster did miss thy presence gravely"

"(Y/N)?"

"Indeed"

To this Alastor's smile lessened just the littlest bit, barely seeable to naked eye truly. He was not pleased that he caused you sadness. All though deep down in his cold dead heart a spark of warmth emerged to the thought that you missed him.

"Well than shall we proceed" said Zestial at last.

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When Alastor and Zestial arrived at the meeting he was disappointed to notice that you were no where to be seen. Nonetheless he took his seat, hoping that you will turn up since you do have a habit of losing track of time.

So the meeting began, Alastor sat next to Rosie a charming Women overlord of the cannibal town also a good friend of yours and Alastor.

"Ahhh Alastor such a pleasure to see you again, someone has become quite broody without you here." The powerful women finished her sentence with a cheeky grin.

"Yes it has been brought to my attention as well however I do not see the culprit here anywhere."

"Ohh you know the clumsy, he is always late."

About 10 minutes after the meeting began Velvette bursted through the door throwing the head of an exorcist of the table, and you walked in calmly behind her.

"Must you make such an entrance, and oh look at that now you got blood all over the table you could do it less flashy you know" you said looking at the media demon.

"I'm sorry for being late Velvette here was holding me up" you said rolling your eyes while she stuck her middle finger in your face.

"Anyways what are we-" you stopped talking when you saw Alastor. Your face broke out in a grin which you quickly tried to cover up with a cough and took your place besides Rosie.

"It's quite all right (Y/N) we know how...annoying the Vees can be" said Carmilla smiling at you slightly. You had a friendly relationship with most every overlord, even the Vees all though that was more professional.

After that you had trouble focusing, all you could think about was what you would say to Alastor after the meeting.

When Velvette jumped unto the table and started very disrespectfully yelling at Zestial and Carmilla you wanted to step in but Rosie put her hand on yours shaking her head slightly.

Alastor chuckled, a real hearty quet chuckle not a mocking one. He has always adored the way you like to stand up for people. He often wondered how you ended up in hell. Now he knows of course, your coffee 'dates' have turned quite deep sometimes, thus you are pretty much the only person who knows him. Not his grin he always wears, not his charmingly sick personality, him.

After the rather quick meeting you waited for Alastor outside of the meeting room. You were quite nervous you have not seen him in 7 years.

When Alastor saw you waiting outside he walked over. You waited till the other overlords have left the scene and the moment you could not see any of them anymore you jumped into Alastors arms.

Now, Alastor did not like physical touch. But this was already a routine for you too. Since you are a very touchy person and he does not like it at all you started off slow. Putting your hand on his shoulder as greeting and goodbye. Than patting his back and this way you guys slowly went up to a point where he was comfortable with hugging you. And now he loves it. But only if its you.

"(Y/N)...I've heard you missed me."he stated while smiling, not grinning, smiling at you.

"Weelll, I mean its no secret that you are my favorite there" you smiled shyly

"Only there?" He asked smiling egoistically exactly knowing your answer.

"All right, all right mr.bigshot however that doesn't explain why you were gone for 7 years without telling me where you were?"

You might be happy to see him now but that doesn't change the fact that he hurt you when he left without telling you.

His smile faltered a bit

He took your hand and next thing you know is you guys ended up in his room in the Hazbin Hotel.

Now he could let the smile go. All though a soft one remained on his lips.

"Everything in its time my dear"

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SALUTATIONS, GOOD TO BE BACK ON THE AIR

YES I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE SOMEONE WITH STYLE-

Ok I'll stop

You see...I WATCHED HAZBIN HOTEL AND ITS AN OBSESSION THE SONGS, THE ART, THE CHARACTERS AAAAAHHHGSHHSGJSGS ITS SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD

I already have at least 5 more fics in my notes just waiting to be published but I might wait with those cuz I really have to proof read them cuz when I type fast (like when I have too many ideas in my head cuz I have a new hyperfixation) I make the stupidest ass mistakes😭

SOOOO ANYWAAAHYYSSSS

Thank you so much for reading ladies, gentleman and other, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

#hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #male reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #alastor x male reader #alastor x reader

[rad-batson]

The Robins as RA’s Because I Said So

Credentials: I’m an RA, trust me.

Dick Grayson: The “Cool” RA

His friends told him he’d be great at it so he applied

Holds your hair back when you’re throwing up in the bathroom

Gives life lessons at every opportunity even when you don’t want them

Sees his residents in the hallway and proceeds to talk their ear off

Knocks on your door if he hasn’t seen you in a few days to make sure you’re doing alright

Has the “I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed” face on point

You actually feel bad when he catches you drinking in the halls :(

Jason Todd: The Cool RA

Wanted something to pad his resume so he applied

Will help you hide a body. “Just ask.” You didn’t, but you can’t remember how it came up either

Doesn’t care about the Rules, per se, but he will judge you for lacking common sense

“You know what, Derek? I’m writing you up just for being stupid. You could have at least put it in a paper bag.”

Organizes all of his events last minute, best attendance in the building

One day, he lets it slip that he has a 4.3 GPA

No one believes him until he actually shows them with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face

Tim Drake: The Invisible RA

Didn’t want to go apartment hunting so he applied for the free housing

Do you even have an RA? Does he even live here?

Apparently, he’s like triple-majoring or something, but like…no one knows what for. Or how. (He's really Undecided)

Does the bare minimum, but somehow still excels at his job

Everyone who sees him has a completely different description of what he looks like

One person starts the rumor that he’s a vampire, which is only made worse when someone sees him looking ghostly pale while chugging some weird red drink (Ultra Red Monster) in the middle of the night

Stephanie Brown: The Best Friend RA

One of those people who actually likes living in student housing so she applied

Gossips with everyone

“You didn’t hear this from me but-“ and “What am I, your mother?” are her most common phrases

Will probably get fired just because of how many university secrets she’s spilled

Keeps her door open at all times, her room is super cute too

One of her residents walks in and says, “You won’t believe what my boyfriend did this time!” Stephanie is already popping popcorn.

Will let you get away with shit if you make a good case for yourself

Damian Wayne: The Try-Hard RA

It’s a tradition in his family now, and he takes those very seriously, so he applied

A troublemaker’s worst nightmare

He will catch you drinking. No one knows how. Even his boss thinks it’s suspicious.

Seconds from a mental breakdown at all times of the day

Absolutely livid when the event he spent the least amount of effort on gets the best attendance (He just brought all of his art supplies to the lounge and taught people how to draw)

Writes incident reports like they’re addressed to the Pentagon

A resident comes to his door crying because her grandmother passed away, and Damian completely blanks on what to do so he lets her into his room and gives her a really long hug while she calms down, then he sits her down and lets her vent for an hour. A week later, she comes back and thanks him for being there when she needed it. It sticks with him for years.

#batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batfam #robin #batfamily headcanons #dc robin #dc #tw death

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Can you do a Wednesday x Gn!reader but it’s the “if I can’t have you *proceeds to stab r* no one can” trend but Wednesday doesn’t know that r is not human and that a simple knife can’t hurt them so they open their eyes saying “aww so you do feel something for me and people say my charm is fake.” So Wednesday begins to question how they are not bleeding to death right now and they explain what they are and how they’ve shown many signs that they weren’t human but Wednesday just never noticed. In the end they end up confessing and a heated session begins but is interrupted when their parents walk in on them.

Also there’s a bit of history between r and Wednesday seeing as their parents are good friends and both secretly harbors feelings for the other. Though they say nothing of the feelings so what leads up to the point on Wednesday stabbing r is because Wednesday saw r and other girl flirting and became jealous and proceeds to kidnap r and ya :)

Also you can make r whatever type of creature you want!

A/N: This took longer than necessary cuz I couldn't decide on a creature for R to be lol

Wednesday x GN!Reader

Darkness greets you when you wake up. You blink a few times before realizing that it's because there's a bag over your head.

Kidnapped. You've been kidnapped.

This was interesting. There were very few people who could manage this. You tested your limbs as you thought about who could and would be capable of stealing you away. Legs were tied to the chair. Arms tied behind you. Both were tight and didn't leave you room to wriggle out and escape. So this was someone who was proficient in the art. That narrowed it down considerably. In fact, there could only be one person you knew of.

The bag gets pulled from your head and you're greeted by your captor. Wednesday Addams. You knew it.

"Wednesday! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Your charming greeting was cut short by a knife suddenly poking at your throat. One swallow and you would be cut. "Hm... Not pleasure then."

"Correct, Y/N. You are to be punished by my hands."

"Punished?"

While you had your moments, you didn't have a clue to what you could've done to Wednesday to warrant this treatment. Eyebrows furrowed while you tried to think of the past few days.

"What did I do? I've no clue."

Your prosecutor just scoffs as she slowly drags the top of her blade down your torso.

"You truly don't understand? For as long as we've known each other, Y/N? I'm disappointed." You can feel the blade push a little deeper right under your sternum. "Perhaps you can get someone to help you? Maybe that one siren you've been getting close to."

"Siren? Wait, you mean Adriana? I mean, yeah we were flirting, but why are you upset abou-HRK!" The blade sheathes into your core, taking your breath away. Your eyes widen as you stare at the girl before you.

"You were supposed to be mine and mine only. But your eyes have strayed. So if I can't have you, no one shall."

You slump over. There's silence for some time before your shoulders start to shake. Wednesday's eyebrows furrow as she watches. Eventually, a soft laughter filled her ears. She reaches over and grabs your hair to pull your head back, revealing your laughing face.

"Hahahaha! So you do feel something for me. And people say my charm is fake. Hahaha oh, it's weird laughing with something in my diaphragm. Hehehe... Hey, take it out, will ya?" Out of sheer shock and confusion, Wednesday pulls her blade out and you let out a soft groan of relief.

"Thank the gods. Whew..." You look at the girl, smirk on your face.

"You..." Wednesday starts, still in disbelief. "You're unaffected. Aren't you human?" You could only blink.

"You... Don't know? Wednesday how long have we known each other and you don't know?" She just shrugs nonchalantly. You let out a sigh and slump over slightly.

"I'm a hannya oni. A demon born from jealousy and anger. Ironic, no?" A little chuckle punctuates the words. "There's not a lot that can be done to hurt me."

The goth narrows her eyes at you and asks, "How is it that you've never mentioned this?"

A shrug. "Didn't seem that important. Plus, I thought you knew. I didn't really keep it a secret."

"There's no outward indication that you're of demon blood."

In lieu of being able to use your hands, you tilt your head from side to side to mimic an 'eeehhh' motion.

"The horns are annoying so they're hidden. Hold on." You take a deep breath and suddenly, horns begin to grow just under your hairline. When you exhale, a small burst of fire comes out. Your eyes become slitted and your tongue forked.

"There. Not full demon form, but enough to prove my point."

Wednesday walks around you, inspecting your new-to-her features. Now that she sees them, your eyes and tongue do seem familiar. You were also always a warm body, no matter the weather. She pokes at your horns, forcing your head to nod slightly.

"Hm. I suppose you've been around so often that I never bothered to know or question your origins."

"Fair..." You nodded a bit before cocking your head to look at your companion. "Well, I have a question. You're jealous of Adriana?" Your mouth spreads into a wide grin. Wednesday responds with a swift smack on the back of your head.

"You've been by my side for years. To have someone take that away was... Troubling." You shuffled slightly in the seat you were still tied to.

"You didn't really have anything to worry about," you replied. "You know how I am. I just flirt for fun. No real intent there." Wednesday eyes you with suspicion. "Honest! Have you seen me be serious with anyone?" She considers the question before shaking her head.

"Besides, you're the only one I actually want."

Suddenly Wednesday's eyes burn into you. You look at her to see a surprised stare. "And you never made any indication..."

You open your mouth to retort, but without an actual reply, you slowly close it. While you have strong feelings for your friend, you didn't think it would go anywhere. So to ease the feelings bubbling in you, you began to flirt all over, letting bits of those feelings out with each pick-up line.

"Well," you start after a moment. "We have feelings for each other..."

"Indeed..."

Wednesday steps towards you and straddles your lap. When you inhale, her scent fills your nose. You struggle in your bindings, having almost forgotten that they were there. Your love was so close and yet you couldn't touch her the way you wanted. A cold hand rakes through your hair before yanking it back.

"What do you think we should do about it, Y/N?" She watches as your eyes dilate with want. You take the time to collect yourself before answering.

"Whatever you want..."

With a wicked grin, Wednesday dives in and suddenly you're drowning in her. Her lips sear onto yours with a soft moan. All you could do was return it with fervor. You curse your restraints, wanting them off so you could ravish the girl on top of you with your hands. Sensing your frustrations, Wednesday takes a hold of her knife again.

"Can't have you distracted while I'm right here, hm?" With a swift cut, your hands are free and they immediately take hold of her body. Your lips are together once more, more heated than ever now that you can stimulate the goth even further.

Your hands run up and down the girl's body. Slim muscle tense with each pass. You can't get enough. You grip tightly, pulling the goth even closer to you. Years of pent up feelings erupt from both of you and it consumes you both.

You feel teeth along your lower lips as Wednesday pulls at it. With one final kiss, she moves on and trails a path of burning kisses down to your neck. A low moan escapes your lips and you cling tighter onto your girl. However, there's something now that feels slightly off.

Eyes open to see both of your parents in the doorway, all with wide eyes.

Your shift in emotions causes Wednesday to stop and follow your eyes. Parents stare at their children. Children stare at their parents. You finally register the fact that you've been in Wednesday's room this whole time.

Silence reigns until there's an exchange of money between the patriarchs of both your families.

"About time you two did something." Your father says.

"We'll leave you be." Morticia allows, pushing her husband away.

When the door closes again, you let your head fall with a laugh. Wednesday just groans in embarrassment and burrows into your neck.

"How long do you think the bet went on for?" You asked, mood thoroughly ruined.

"I don't care, but I'll make sure we get our share."

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix) #asks #requests

[sunnystrollblog]

Branch: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Creek: I just wanna fucking marry Poppy !!

Branch: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

Branch: Do you want to know your gay name?

Creek: My... my gay name?

Branch: Yeah, it's your first name-

Creek: Haha. Very funny Branch-

Branch: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Creek: Oh- oh my god.

Poppy: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Branch?

Branch: No.

Poppy: I think I speak for Branch when I say it sounds really super.

Poppy : Branch, why does your bucket list have ‘Die’ on it?

Branch: So I can die feeling at least a little bit accomplished.

Creek: Am I in trouble?

Branch: Take a guess.

Creek: No?

Branch: Take another guess.

Creek: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Poppy : But are you shuffling?

Creek: Everyday.

Branch: What language are you two speaking??

Branch: Wow, Poppy , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Poppy : We literally slept together yesterday.

Branch: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Branch: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Creek: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Poppy : Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.

Creek: I’m “a couple of things”.

Branch: I’m “got distracted”.

Poppy : Well, Branch and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Poppy : That's right... We kissed!

Creek: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Branch: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Creek:

Branch: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Poppy : We know what you meant.

Poppy : Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Branch is? Because Branch is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Creek: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Creek: Poppy is still mad about it, but me and Branch were drunk and thought it was funny.

Branch: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Poppy : *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Branch: That one. I want that one.

Poppy : I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Creek: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Branch walks in*

Creek: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

*Branch is telling a story*

Poppy : Wow, Branch, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!

Creek: Romance?

Poppy : I have a crush on him.

Poppy , bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Branch, not looking up from their book: Really? Creek, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

#more incorrect breekoppy because I think it’s cute #here’s some breekoppy incorrect quotes for you all #trolls breekoppy #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #trolls branch #dreamwork trolls #trolls poppy #creek trolls #trolls broppy #trolls breek

[carionto]

I like to think the humans ambassador hides black powder weapons around their office instead of Lazer guns or plasma, just walks about with 2 hidden flintlock pistols

You sir or madam or otherwise have given me the biggest grin with that idea, thank you.

(me from after having written it out) I did not know where this idea would take me, stream of consciousness writing will do that.

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Every delegate of every integrated species aboard a Coalition governing station in their respective segment of the Galaxy receives full accommodations in the form of an isolated embassy structure.

One day, as per a Human custom, the main delegate - Ambassador Glenn York, invited several other delegates on a tour of his embassy. With some hesitation from a few due to their prey-like ancestry and associated cultural background, but ultimately won over by the Human's eager friendliness, they embarked on this little cultural exchange.

It was a little difficult to move about, as each embassy is adapted to suit the environmental preferences of the respective species, and Humans live on a high gravity and dense atmosphere world, so much so in fact, some of the less physically suitable delegates had to put on an exoskeleton, while many others required a breathing apparatus to thin out the poisonous air.

Once we were underway, Glenn showed us that the Humans were diligent in their work - acquiring information from and learning about all the various species within the Coalition, establishing communication lines with the respective counterparts in the disparately varied local government structures, and most importantly continually updating the translation modules.

In addition, we admired their art they had installed along the barren walls. Most, Glenn explained, was done by the delegates and their staff themselves during free time, and it ranged from tiny contraptions painstakingly assembled within a minuscule glass container (we did not realize they could hone their dexterity to such a precise degree!) to large murals covering an entire wall with the most vivid color and shape combinations one could imagine; from the very clear and obvious to impossibly abstract! Though the music they had to turn down - the vibrations of the thick atmosphere were beginning to overload the dampening systems and one of the delegates almost passed out.

Near the end of the tour, Glenn invited us into his office to show off what his "hobby" is:

"The boys and gals I work with are all talented people, but none of them appreciate the kind of craftsmanship I prefer. It's kind of a ancient art form, you see, high maintenance too, very delicate."

He pulls out a pair of ancient looking projectile weapons, at least judging by the shape, but none of us can quite grasp, aside from the trigger, how it operates. We are all silent as he pours some sort of fine grain from a small bag into the upturned tube then drops a small metal ball and proceeds to jam it further in with a cloth and stick.

"I handcrafted these myself. Sure, I could get a printer to do it and it'd be perfect, but perfection just ain't right when it comes to work of the soul, amirite? I find it therapeutic, to mold the shape, heat the iron, cast the shape, smooth the edges, straighten the barrel, carve the grip, roll the bullets, grind the powder... just..."

He lets out a long sigh of relief? satisfaction? euphoria? as he gazes with great affection at the pair of devices in his hands. We feel the urge to end the tour. Like. Right now. But Glenn insists on a demonstration. We hesitantly follow him to a largely empty room below where he sets up a couple of small wooden block on a pedestal. As he points one of the devices and is about to pull the trigger, he stops, looks back at us and says:

"Almost forgot, you'll want to take a few more steps back and turn your dampeners to max."

Heeding his advice, we do so, and after he appears satisfied with our... safety?... he returns his gaze to the wooden block and pulls the trigger.

[cacophony]

We awaken after a short while, the sturdier of our fellow delegates say the rest of us were out for just a few moments, but the ringing reverberation of the shockwave through the Human atmosphere still resonates throughout our bodies. Glenn, worry in his eyes, is apologizing profusely:

"Oh I am so sorry, I didn't think you'd still react so poorly. Is anyone hurt? I even put in less gunpowder than normal, but I guess that's still too potent. I--I'll file an official apology and compensate for any damages I may have caused to any of you. I will take full responsibility for this incident. Please do not think poorly of us as a whole due to the willfulness of one individual, it was never my intention to inflict any injury on anyone."

---Later---

After a thorough medical examination, it was determined that only a few delegates suffered a minor case of shock, which was alleviated rapidly at their respective medical stations. Ambassador Glenn York was reprimanded and sent back to Earth, a replacement will arrive shortly. The one permanent remnant of the incident is the wooden block that was struck by Glenn's pistol - now put on a small display in one of the inner rooms of the Human embassy. The bullet still embedded half-way and the splinters it shot out arranged in a chaotic manner, befitting an explosion, down in front.

#humanity fuck yeah #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #carionto #story

[roanniom]

personally i think each of us would take turns getting spit roasted. i think steve might be hesitant to get fucked/pegged but i think if you started by eating his ass and fingering him one day he’d be begging for it. but i think eddie loves being spit roasted the most, and honestly he thinks it’s kind of hot if he sucks on your strap and steve fucks him. i also think eddie loooooves to ride your strap while you and him makeout with steve’s cock. (can you tell i think about pegging steddie a lot? cause i do)

You said a lot of great things here, anon. A lot of great things.

In Here, Loser ♥️

Steddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, a blow job given by 2 people, dirty talk, joking allusions to religion

But the one thing that is sticking in my little brain is the singular image of you and Eddie making out with Steve’s cock.

Like….Steve is sat on the bed. Legs spread dominantly like a proper sexy asshole. And you’re on your knees between his legs, hands on his thighs, delicately kitten licking the head of his cock.

And Eddie walks in from work, looking for his partners.

“Helloooo. Lovers? Where art thou?”

You and Steve both manage to roll your eyes despite the sensuality of your current position. Eddie is ridiculous but you wouldn’t want him any other way.

“We’re in here, loser!” Steve calls out, voice slightly more hoarse than usual.

You continue licking Steve’s tip as if nothing’s changed, and that’s what you’re doing when Eddie bounds in.

“It’s not nice to call your lover a lo– oh fuck.” Eddie stops right in his tracks at the sight of you on your knees between Steve’s thighs. Only then do you slide off Steve’s dick, turning to smile at Eddie with swollen, wet lips. Eddie gives you both a dazed grin. “So this is what we’re doing? Got started without me, assholes?”

“It’s not nice to call you lovers assholes– fucking Christ!” Steve’s cut off from his teasing when Eddie lurches forward, bullying his way to join you between Steve’s thighs. Legs pushed even further apart, Steve falls back on his elbows, eager to keep watching as you engage in your favorite game - destroy Steve Harrington.

“Mmm missed you, Eds,” you hum at Eddie as he takes his big hand and cups Steve’s heavy balls. You speak with the corner of your mouth pressed to ridge where Steve’s shaft meets the head. Eddie smiles wolfishly.

“Missed you too, Princess.” The look in his eye is one you know and after he glances up at Steve imperceptibly quick, you’re both leaning in, your lips pressing together in an open mouth kiss that includes enough space for Steve’s cock.

“Oh fucking…Jesus you guys,” Steve moans from where he’s practically spasming on the bed. He might be the one who thought he was in the dominant position this afternoon, getting his dick sucked, but you and Eddie have him by the balls.

“You like that, Stevie?” Eddie coos. When you both pull back a bit his free hand opens for you to spit in, which you do happily. He then proceeds to stroke Steve’s cock up and down using your spit as lube, all while you sit up straighter and swirl your tongue around his tip. Steve let’s out an even louder moan and you chuckle.

“I think Stevie likes it,” you say. Eddie winks at you.

“It’s because his girlfriend is a sexpot.”

You laugh again and shake your head.

“No it’s because his boyfriend is a sexpot.”

“Would you both just shut up and suck me off? Fuck!” Steve cries out from above you. You look up to find him pulling his hands impatiently through his hair, a deep flush spreading from his neck to his hairy chest.

You look at Eddie like you’re thinking and he too looks like he’s considering.

Then Eddie suddenly yanks you closer to him to again make out with him and Steve’s cock. Your mouths open and tongues wrestle wit one another, sliding up and down Steve’s shaft while you both take turns kneading his thighs and playing with his balls, wet from your combined spit.

“You…of fuck…Jesus mother of - oh god…” Steve babbles, fists clenching the sheets. Eddie grabs the base of Steve’s cock and grins at you.

“Look, Princess, we turned him religious,” Eddie says with a massive grin. He then speaks into the head of Steve’s cock like it’s a microphone, adopting a news anchor voice. “Steve Harrington, what do you have to say for yourself and this turn towards salvation?” Your laughter fills the room as Steve pants.

“I fucking - ahhh - I fucking hate you. Ohhh. Both of you!” Steve manages to grit out, with absolutely no malice achieved in his tone, as Eddie continues to stroke his aching dick.

Eddie let’s go of Steve’s cock so you can wrap your hand around it daintily. You tsk and rub your thumb abound his leaky slit, making him whimper.

“That’s not very nice, Stevie. Careful, you might go straight to hell,” you say before licking a fat stripe right up the underside of his shaft before taking the head of his cock into your mouth like a lollipop.

As if you and Eddie combined aren’t already Satan’s helpers yourselves.

~*~

#steddie x fem!reader #steddie x reader #Steddie smut #eddie munson x steve harrington x reader

[moeblob]

So I didn't draw it today BUT I really need to focus on commissions so I'm counting that as my art of the day despite probably not finishing one day TO post. So you get this instead.

Deacon as stated before is basically paid to be intimidating but he truly can't help but light up for the lightning deity because "that's the friend of my boss!" so he properly greets her with a "Lady Fulj" as a formality and respect. While he does respect the deity he's sworn to, he just calls him boss. That's what he gets.

He doesn't have any magical powers but he's got a strong sense of energy regardless. He can pinpoint when Fulj arrives. He can sense in the room he guards to make sure Ymber is still there (though he doesn't teleport and that's the only exit. But when Fulj visits and he's still outside he senses both deities and it puts him at ease.

What impresses Ymber immensely is the split fire deities - he can personally sense that one is around but he doesn't know which. He simply recognizes their energy as "fire deity, be on high alert". Then one day as he's getting tense over it (the fire deities like to tease him), Deacon reassures him "hey it's the guy today! I noticed he is less brutal in his comments it will be fine C:" and Ymber is stunned that he can identify which one is there before seeing them.

Deacon can also sense spirits and in Ymber's temple can actually see and hear them. But he doesn't tell them or interact, he lets them be in peace. Until he laughs at something one says and the spirits realize he's heard them for the past multiple years which is ... embarrassing. In addition to that, he can usually sense a monster out of town. On his rare walks with Ymber he's able to guide them around the monsters easily so neither one has to fight (though he gladly would fight em and he knows Ymber could one shot any of them).

He wants to be well trusted by Ymber and figures it won't happen, Ymber is simply too closed off and reserved. That's fair. Deacon assumes it's his mortality at play and why entrust him with his past experiences when he's just going to die sooner than Ymber would bother with. Which then shocks him when Fulj gets upset about "he didn't even ask for consent" and gets angry at Ymber for not telling Deacon. So she guilts Ymber to tell Deacon "um, I apologize for not asking you but I have extended your life. By a few centuries. I'm sorry" expecting Deacon to get upset at having to leave behind any loved ones as he doesn't age or die anytime soon. But! Deacon as a dedicated follower aiming to only please his boss is delighted by the trust shown by wanting to keep him around longer and proceeds to take his job as guardian/bodyguard even more seriously (which is hard to do with how serious he was before).

Anyway I won't go into the details now since this is already an essay but I've been shoving suffering onto Ymber and Fulj and why they are both like they are - withdrawn (Ymber) and enamored by humans (Fulj). But not for happy reasons.

#my characters #hopefully that read more is cool since its long rambling and i know some dont really care about The Lore of my brain babies #just know deacon adores fulj because thats a friend! who happens to not like him but thats a minor detail #and know that deacon would easily give up his life for his boss but then gets gifted a longer life span and thats not the case anymore caus #he cant actually die currently so now hes just here to protect and idolize ymber even more cause thats normal right? to idolize a deity? #also know that i really do just refer to ymber as the deity of wet even though its water #thanks #back to comms and then my break later is gonna be submitting a resume to a few places and hope i can be employed soonish

[andysorbit]

I know requests are closed but I looooved the Jaehyun as a sugar daddy thing - can you do one for Johnny when requests open again?

Yes requests are closed but... it's Johnny like... come on

Minors DNI

"I bought you that already? I kinda feel like I bought you that." Because he just buys you whatever and isn't necessarily fussy about keeping score.

Spoils you rotten but also has a barter system

"Okay so you said you wanted to learn how to read music. I got you a music teacher. You want those shoes? Prove it.

Invested in an in-home photo studio so he can take nasty ass pictures of you for his personal art collection

Is in love with you and is definitely not bashful about it

"So uh... I'm traditional I guess but if you don't want people calling you my trophy wife when I marry your ass because I'm gonna marry you, you can like... get a job or something? Only if you want to. You know I got you."

Big on cock warming during phone conferences

"I promise they can't see you, babe. The camera isn't on. Come on, sit down like a good girl."

Loves bringing you to charity events and business conventions and fucking you in random places like in the restrooms or in empty conference rooms

Bought you a clone-a-willy as a joke but you still use it when he's away

Likes that you look at him like he's an entire universe

Doesn't like that people put him on a pedestal because he's rich

But he loves that you practically worship the ground he walks on because he knows you mean it

Doesn't make you call him daddy in public

Y'all are equals in public but if you call yourself stepping out of line, when you get home... it's game over

"You say you love me and you value our time together but somehow you counted five orgasms... how is that?"

He has cute nicknames for you that he doesn't say too loudly in public because he hates the idea of people seeing you as anything less than the powerful Queen that you are

He's sure to whisper any degrading or fluffy things to you

"Are you ready go home yet, Button? Daddy's bored."

"Wanna go home so I can tear this dress off of you? It's so expensive but it is just so... flimsy. I bet I could tear it off in one go. Bet on it?"

You both would proceed to bet his money

And he'd tear it off in one go just like he said he would. Like you both knew he could.

He's a classy gym rat

He loves working out in his home fitness room while you watch.

Measures his gym progress on how easily he can toss your ass around

"See how strong daddy's getting, Button? And you're getting flimsier... just like that dress."

Is either the most passionate and tender guy in bed or he's the spawn of satan and laughs when you're crying and fucked out but begging him to keep going

"God... why are you such a slut? Huh? Can you even answer me right now or are you too dumb and fucked out to form a coherent sentence?"

Aftercare king

"Good girl, Button. How are you feeling?"

Did he beat someone's ass for calling you a gold digger? Did he fire people for gossiping about you? Did he pay to have your picture up on a Times Square billboard because he knew you'd see it? Those are all rumors.

You're his person and he's not afraid to say it or beat it into anyone's brain

#neoculturecollectives #nct smut #nct #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #kpop smut #andy's mail #johnny nct #johnny suh smut #johnny suh #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct ambw

[bimbo-superstar]

Darkness is my lover

Yandere Vincent Sinclair x plus size reader 

WARNING DARK THEMES INCLUDE: Dub-con, captivity, forced breeding, dark topics overall, Vinny is sweet in some of the points but controlling and possessive in others.

Please proceed with caution, not intended for younger audiences. 

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♡Vincent became infatuated with you the minute Bo dragged you down to the basement unconscious, you just look so beautiful the full cheeks, your plump lips, those thighs you had, he just had to keep you, but he knew Bo would not allow that to happen, so he hid you.

♡The first month you had attempted to escape multiple times, you almost succeeded the last time which is why you ended up strapped to Vincent's chair, he couldn't believe why you were being ungrateful maybe if he started to treat you like how Bo treats his victims, you'll learn your lesson so that's what he did.

♡You are chained to Vincent's worktable, he put a mattress and some pillows and blankets down, so you won't bump and cut up your delicate body cause vin doesn't want to see his darling hurt unless He’s the one doing the hurting you are his muse after all

♡To Vincent you're like his little doll that he can dress up, feed, wash and use, he needs affection too and with you resisting and resenting him sometimes he can get rough and force you to cuddle up to him or if he’s sexually frustrated, he will take it out on you whether you want it or not 

♡ He loves when you cry and just lay there staring into space, it gives him the perfect opportunity to sketch you how the tears roll down your cheek and hit the dirty basement floor it's like art to him.

♡ His nicknames for you are: My darling, My muse, My babydoll these are usually with passive aggressiveness to the tone and a hint of possessiveness to them also cause Vincent is very insecure and he believe you are his property and he can do whatever he wants to do to you and if someone tries to help you or stop him he has no problem with adding them to his endless collection of wax figures, this includes you if you want to misbehave and continue to act like a selfish bitch he would make you into a figure a special one of course with accessible holes for him to use 

♡Once you succumb to Stockholm syndrome Vinny will allow for you to roam the house and sleep in the room with him, he even allows for you to cook for him, Bo, and Lester you're also allowed to walk Jonesy with Lester 

♡Vincent allows for you to take up some hobbies so you don't think about leaving him again, he buys paint sets, yarn so you can make bracelets to distract you, over the months of you being there you start to crave his affection and attention which is what he wants in a darling he does not want you to disobey or try to leave him, watching him make figures makes you want to try it out so he allows you to sit in his lap while his big hands engulf yours and guides them

♡Vincent loves the thought of forcing himself inside of you if you don't comply with having children with him, he does not mind pushing you down and pounding into you and Cumming bucket loads inside of you, the thought of you being pregnant with his babies makes him go crazy it creates more possessiveness from you 

♡He would fuck you in areas he knows where Bo will pop up at, to Vincent Bo is the more attractive twin but knowing that he can fuck you and Bo cant makes his head spin and the blood rush to his cock, the way you scream and moan with him inside of you and the way you drool with your eyes rolled back while Bo watches from the shadows is what makes Vincent fuck into you harder and faster. He wants his brother to know that he owns you and he can never have you.

DAYUM I HOPE I DID GOOD FOR YOU MY LOVES 

should i make this into a little fic or something LET ME KNOWW 

I LOVE YALLL 

#vincent sinclair x reader #slasher fandom #house of wax 2005 #yandere Vincent Sinclair x reader #plus size reader

[ufonaut]

"a disaster beyond description" - the parallax view on parallax (& coast city's destruction)

i've often talked about the importance of pre-parallax retcon hal jordan, what a radical move his downfall had been for an art medium so uniquely focused on status quo and how much walking that back in post-2005 continuity damaged the character & his development. however, something i've become increasingly interested in lately is the outsider point of view on the magnitude of coast city's destruction and hal's descent into madness -- the reverberations of one of the darkest days in the dcu were far and wide for a good long while there but rarely acknowledged outside of nostalgia pieces nowadays and even more rarely understood as a thoroughly visceral, well-written, well-planned arc that intentionally portrayed the superhero world as largely unsympathetic to the trauma of one of their own but the average civilian as grappling with that loss nearly on the same scale that hal did.

to that effect, i thought i would show a highlights reel of this outsider POV and how much it adds to the weight of the pre-2005 story. while i've accepted some tie-ins to major events (ie zero hour 1994, final night 1996), this will feature titles entirely unrelated to green lantern presented in real life chronological order by publication date in order to showcase the impact that's compelled me so (that's no convergence: green lantern, no legends of the dcu #33-36, etc).

"every office, every home, every school and hospital is atomized. the west coast and its entire ecosystem is instantaneously shattered-- and more than seven million men, women and children that once called the coast city area home-- die."

to set the scene, the explosion that destroys coast city actually appears in superman 1987 #80 (cover date: aug 1993) as part of hank henshaw and mongul's plan.

the destruction had spread as far as santa barbara & the los padres national forest. getting closer to ground zero, hank henshaw also proceeds to resolutely take care of a handful of the sole survivors:

(adventures of superman 1987 #503, cover date: aug 1993)

you all know the reading order here. past the return of superman and the events of emerald twilight, the first outsiders to have gotten the news are the darkstars

whose immediate course of action is to brand hal jordan a criminal (darkstars #23, cover date: aug 1994)

and as zero hour-induced temporal anomalies keep coming up, the darkstars start seriously considering further tampering with time in order to prevent "the creation of a power-mad monster" (darkstars #24, cover date: sept 1994).

it's a sentiment that the majority of hal's justice league colleagues share, as zero hour: crisis in time and the final night both tell us, but a more sympathetic view comes two years later in the spectre 1992 #47 (cover date: nov 1996)

and a more neutral one from waverider in superman: the doomsday wars #2 (cover date: dec 1998)

interestingly enough, more details of the in-universe perception of hal's actions comes from deadman: dead again

where we learn that "sources close to the JLA" have actually issued a press statement naming hal as wholly responsible for the green lantern corps massacre, with no hint that they've been equally forthcoming about the motive behind his actions (deadman: dead again #4, cover date: oct 2001)

the last pre-retcon word goes to superman: day of doom #3 (cover date: jan 2003), a sobering portrayal of the immense horror of coast city's annihilation and subsequently a look into the reality that had made hal snap:

post-retcon, nostalgia pieces like dcu: legacies #8 (feb 2011) and dc retroactive: superman - the 80s (oct 2011) both treat the mad-with-grief version of the story as the truth -- as does the 2015 convergence event --but outside of these few instances, the tour de force of storytelling that is this years-long arc has been cast aside in favor of an unnecessary retcon. as the zero hour: crisis in time 30th anniversary approaches, i'd say it's just the right time to remember that hal (unrepentant hal, power-hungry hal, hell-bent on making everything right hal) had had a perfectly proportional reaction to the tragedy he'd endured, if not outright a justified one.

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[thoraeth]

A/N: Hello there 🖤 After years of drawing art, I'm writing my first fanfiction. It's SFW and features canon + original characters/events from One Piece anime. Please consider English is not my mother tongue, so I apologize in advance for any typo!

Words: 1800

TW: violence, language, abusive family, morally grey characters, angst, physical self-consciousness.

Synopsis: Business is a war and war is a business: Cross Guild knows it very well. When a good deal shows up and the client requires a marriage of state, someone has to take a bullet for the team. That someone is Buggy. Once again, the genius jester lands on his feet. Ava, the wife he keeps brushing off, won't stop working until 'Buggy's delivery' takes over the Grand Line. But even if Berry can buy your freedom, love is not for sale.

Ao3 link: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 - You Do

They all laugh.

A violent, sour burst of laughter runs through the crowded chapel as the groom makes his entrance.

Everyone turn back to get a glimpse of that spectacle: under the bright stained-glass windows, he’s crawling on the floor, rolling over the red velvet carpet.

Two men are walking behind him. One is wearing a wide brimmed black hat, a huge sword on his back. The other, smoking a chunky cigar with a lazy grin, keeps kicking the groom forward.

The trio stops at the altar, leaving the soon-to-be husband on his knees. The poor thing is now a tangle of hair and ripped clothes, wailing in pain. And yet he does nothing to fight back or escape the ruthless amusement around him, he just lowers his head and grows quiet.

 A noblewoman comes towards them. She's slender, tall, extremely elegant. She reaches for the smoking man with her hand, expecting a courteous hand-kissing in vain.

“It’s lovely to see you back in Fugu Island.”

 “Cut the small talk, Lady Read. Hand over the contract.”

The woman replies with a stiff smile. ‘The manners of this rat suit his hideous scarred face’ she thought ‘Better settle the matter quickly and send these pirates back at sea’.

 “In due time. Is this him?” she pointed to the man on the floor

 “You asked for the boss.”

 “Indeed. And yet, know that I see it…” she giggled “Married to a clown!”

Laughter again. In the front row, guests stand up smirking and whispering to each other. The ones in the middle hold an agitated woman: she's rapidly breathing in her white dress, face hidden under a thick veil. Lady Meara Read grabs her arm and pushes her on the floor, next to her designated husband.

 “Crocodile, Mihawk.” Meara says “May we proceed?”

 “Let’s make this quick.”

 “As you wish, milady.”

 “Very well then. High Priest, when you’re ready.”

As an old man in religious attire mutters incomprehensible words, the wedding ceremony starts.

It could have been a normal event, except for one detail: the couple is completely ignored. No vows, no touching, no “I do”. Both the spouses keep their eyes fixed on the ground, absent minded while their companions force gold wedding bands on their fingers. Half an hour later, those fatal words:

“Buggy the Clown, Ava Read, I pronounce you man and wife.”

The veiled woman feels numb and weak, finding it difficult to think straight. It’s her actual wedding and it’s all so sad. Not that she’d ever hope for a fairytale, but this is just bitter. An old dress, those dirty herbs in her hands… and a man who doesn’t even want to be there.

Ava tilts her head to take a look at her assigned companion.

He coughs every now and then and his clown face is swollen, covered in scratches and cuts. She stares at the long blue hair that covers his shoulders and forehead, noticing knots and dirt he probably got from the aisle floor.

The pirate must have felt observed, because he turns his head towards the bride: two stunning blue eyes meet Ava but the sheer rage pervading the man’s face makes her drop her gaze immediately. ‘What if he’s as violent as the other two…’ she thinks, her stomach clenching.

Suddenly Meara and the Cross Guild men are upon them.

 “Up, lovebirds, time for business.” the scarred man grunts.

He and his fellow drag Buggy and Ava away, while Lady Meara addresses the rest of the room in a stilted tone: “Nobles of Fugu, our family really appreciated your presence here today. Please enjoy the feast that is waiting for you at Read Manor.”

The guests slowly walk away, leaving the chapel empty, deadly silent. No one’s in sight and negotiations kick off.

“Now that this charade is done, how long till you speak to Celestial dragons?”

 “It will take some time, Crocodile. I’ll urge them, but they notoriously take their time to answer lower relatives.”

 “They better change their mind quickly.”

 “Manners.”

 “Excuse him, Lady Read.” the swordsman interrupts “But indeed, we must hurry. We can’t protect Fugu if we are not allowed to move our men legally.”

“What?! You won't do anything until Cross Guild is given clearance again? Pirates could attack anytime!”

“Our hands are tied” said Crocodile, leaning against the altar “you insisted on doing things the noble way.”

“We respected your terms, milady, but there are consequences to any decision.” added Mihawk.

 “Right, so you did it all for nothing. Congrats, m-i-l-a-d-y.”

Buggy’s high-pitched voice comes from the altar's steps. He’s sitting hunched over, his cheeks squished against his knuckles.

“Shut your fucking mouth or I'll hook you.”

“You what?” the clown screams “I did what you two told me, I played the fool and behaved. What do you want now?”

“Buggy, please calm down.” Mihawk says gently.

“I'm calm. Very calm. But maybe I should act like my fake wife and pretend I don't exist.”

Ava stands right in front of him and she feels her heart sinking. Ears ringing from the nerves and the sickness, she forces herself to say something but words don’t come out. Meara steps forward, her voice cold and stiff. “You should be thankful to have a noble wife, jester.”

“You all forced me, I needed none of this. You could have just paid normal Berry as a normal person.”

“We are aristocracy, this is the way we seal a deal.”

“Who cares, it's stupid!”

“And yet you’re here because our ancestors married into people who can now save your venture.”

“To hell with you all! I’m out of here.”

Buggy sprints on his feet, but he feels awkwardly weak and dizzy. He tries to detach. Nothing happens.

“Really guys?” he yells, furious. “You’ve put seastone on me?”

Crocodile and Mihawk exchange confused looks. As far as they know, there is no seastone nearby, although Crocodile is now wishing he had brought some to keep that idiot at bay.

Buggy waves and pinches his captain coat, looking carefully around his arms and legs, swearing under his breath.

Mihawk approaches him tensely and grabs one of his wrists.

“Lady Meara, this is not part of our agreement.” His golden eyes pierce the noblewoman as he speaks.

“I couldn’t risk any unpleasant surprise.”

The swordsman shows Buggy his ringed finger. With an angry grimace, the blue haired jester takes his wedding band off and toss it at the two women. “We’re done here.” he says, stomping faster and faster towards the chapel’s doors.

“Wai-”

Meara gasps as Crocodile appears behind her and puts his sharp hook to her throat.

“High rank, low blows.”

“I…I swear…I didn't mean to harm any of you”

The hook presses harder.

“I would have just offered Buggy to rest here for a couple of days…”

Mihawk sits on the altar, planting his black sword in the marble pavement.

“You tried to kidnap a Yonko.” He states solemnly.

“N-no, I just…”

“Having the big dog here would discourage many crews, no doubt.” grins Crocodile. “Unfortunately, that has a very different price.”

“W-would Buggy consider it, if we pay?”

“Oh, no doubt. But save your berry, if you want my advice.”

Mihawk has had enough. He slowly walks towards the exit, leaving a crack in the ground behind him. His fellow joins him right away, pushing away Meara and leaving her shaky.

“You won’t have it your way this time, Read!” laughed Crocodile, relighting his cigar.

The two pirates get out in the open and are welcomed by the intense light of the setting sun.

At the vast harbor in front of the church, there’s an air of peace. Ships and fishing vessels move slowly in a gentle wind, few men still around mending nets. The sea sparkles in warm colors.

While going down the marble staircase, Mihawk freezes.

“You ok, ‘hawk?”

“Mh” he sighed “just a second, I think I heard something.”

“Fuck it. Fuck it all. I’m not going back with those assholes.”

Buggy is tinkering with a bundle of ropes, balancing in the middle of a swinging sailboat.

They said the wedding was fake, a trick to get those bloody nobles to pay fast.

“Seemed true to me.” he thinks “Can I undo it? There must be a way to reverse it...”

“Here you are! I’ve been looking all over the harbor for you.”

Buggy looks up, moving away his messy hair: It’s Mihawk.

The man’s smiling, standing on the dock. There's someone with him, but the clown couldn't care less.

“Get lost. I need some time away from you idiots.”

“I see. But I'm afraid you can't just go your way.”

“Says who?”

“Those six zeros still missing from Cross Guild’s coffers.”

Buggy bites his lips. They hold that fucking ‘you owe us’ thing against him every time. He can't even breathe without permission anymore.

“Anyway, I understand today was tough for you.” Hawkeyes says “So I persuaded Crocodile to let you enjoy a short honeymoon.”

“A what? Oh no, is it that girl there?”

“Buggy.”

“Did you hit your head or something? That was fake! Leave me alone!”

“Buggy, listen.”

“She’s better off here anyway!”

“They hit her.” Mihawk said, raising his voice “I found Meara raging on her. A pitiful sight. She must have given her something too, she barely stands.”

“And… what should I do about it?”

“I know a woman. On an isle, about one and a half days of sailing. Take the girl there.”

“You’re coming too?”

“No. Eat, drink, rest, do whatever you need until she’s ok. A week should be enough, I think.”

“Just so we're clear: then I have to take her in Karai Bari or…” the clown asked.

“You would never put your wife in danger, do you, Buggy? It's safer to have her stay with my friend. Permanently.”

The jester's eyes light up with hope.

“Fine! If you so insist, I'll prove my generosity once again. Ava, get a move on.”

The veiled woman is hesitant at first. “At least he remembers my name” she thinks.

Looking up at Hawkeye, Ava prays his doing is in good faith. She leaves the swordsman side and staggers to the boat, her legs too shaky and unstable.

“Take that stuff off your face, you'll see better.” Buggy croaks.

No answer. The woman gets in slower than an old granny, followed by the angry glare of the blue haired pirate.

“Oh, and don’t go off book. I can find you anywhere.”

“Fuck you ‘hawk.”

“Godspeed, lovebirds!”

Buggy takes something out of the water and the boat begins to move.

The distance between them and the stone dock increases rapidly, as the wind blows into their veils. The jester contemplates the horizon ahead while Ava sits in the back of the ship, none of them saying a word.

She stares at the view they're leaving behind, breathless. The sky has turned an intense blue with thick dark clouds and Fugu Island gets smaller and smaller in the silence of the night. The feeling of wind whistling in her ears, those cold droplets on her skin, explodes in Ava’s chest.

“I could…really live.” She whispers.

It is a happiness so great it almost breaks her.

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[genshrineimpact]

I honestly feel like at some point when zhongli and the god!reader where younger they both found a half baby dragon that looks like the two of them when they where both walking through a forest together ,and they probably also took care of the baby!?

awwww! i love this idea yes yes yes it gives me the found family trope!!! <3 <3

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personally i headcanon that the god of war!reader's mythical beast form is a white tiger instead of a dragon!

In Chinese art, the white tiger often appears with the dragon. The white tiger symbolizes power and army. Therefore, many things named after the white tiger in ancient times are related to military affairs, such as the white tiger flag in ancient army and the symbol that can command the army.

The White Tiger represents the Chinese element of metal. In Chinese culture, the tiger was seen as the king of the beasts. It was believed that a white tiger would only appear when there was true peace throughout the world.

Tiger symbolism is also frequently used in military settings. A brave and skillful general, for example, is known as a “虎将 (hǔjiàng, tiger general).” Those who walk with a majestic or imposing gait are described as “龙骧虎步 (lóngxiāng hǔbù, walk with dragon and tiger steps);” a term mostly used to describe military generals.

it just fits so well, and i can confirm while the dragon zodiac is the one that's most sought after by chinese parents, the tiger zodiac is just as popular!

but let's roll with the general idea - you both find a seemingly abandoned dragon hatchling, and morax is the first one who reacts because he himself was 'abandoned' by his parents in the past. and so you both agree to take the baby under your protection, especially since it could be that the baby was left there because of the archon war, in which case you feel a sense of responsibility to make sure they're taken care of.

you would be very awkward at first in handling the baby! you've never really taken care of such a young one before, and you fear that your bloodstained hands will taint something so pure. morax of course tries to persuade you, saying that his own hands have taken many lives before, yet the hatchling is happily clinging to him and trying to chew on his fingers. so you try holding it once and you're blown away by how small and soft and warm they are.

soon enough, you're completely smitten.

your adeptis and retainers and generals watch in awe as you start attending meetings with this small dragon perched on your head or sleeping on your arms. it's very adorable, don't get them wrong, but seeing you both together just... didn't click to them.

well, at first.

until one day, baby started teething and accidentally bit your finger a little too hard, and they drew blood. and the whole room freaks out, because your skin is supposed to be stronger than steel and the only time you would bleed is if you take serious damage from another god, or when you've completely let your guard down for some reason.

but you only look at the small dragon, sigh, and proceed to use the sleeve of your robe to wipe off the blood on their tiny fangs. morax stands up and pulls out a roll of bandage, skillfully wraps your finger, and places a kiss on it. everyone rolls their eyes.

so just like how everyone gets used to you smiling whenever morax is around, they also get used to you carrying this tiny little thing, sometimes in human form (they always pick a form that's a cross between you and morax's human forms) and sometimes in their dragon form (some days they're wrapped around your torso and other days they're a tiny dragon nestled on top of your head).

and yes, you both still carry the dragon around and call them "hatchling" even when they're like, hundreds of years old. lol

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[silvery-orchid]

pearl.

YAN! DOTTORE X READER

synopsis: your relationship with the second fatui harbinger is odd in more ways than one. but, you refuse to let him lie about your own humanity. warnings: yan! but not traditional captivity, mentions of scalpels and knives + experiments, very suggestive at parts, toxic relationship, reader is gn! but mentions of wearing hospital gowns, 1.4k.

for exactly three years now this has been going on. for exactly three years ever since dottore found you the two of you have been at a standstill. dottore keeps insisting how you are not human and you, with all of your might, keep claiming differently. dottore cannot be right and you won’t allow him to be. you are human completely and you have to be – only humans are this adaptable for their survival.  

dottore still disagrees. he reminds you how yes, humans can get lost in the time of it all, but the only reason you know that it has indeed been 3 years is because he lets you mark a calendar. you do it diligently. he provided you your own room – grander than the ones for his regular....‘experiments’ you call them as such instead of fellow humans because it makes you feel more distant.   he lets you use whatever ink you wish to cross out the days passing but he reminds you that, if by some chance, he was interested in your perception of time – he would find ways to mess with it easily.   he also says someone truly human wouldn’t create that distance by calling others he uses only experiments but you claim it is a natural defence mechanism humans create to subdue the trauma. dottore rolls his eyes and carries on with whatever he was doing to you prior.  

you couldn’t help but ask him one day about his own humanity. it was raining outside; the impactful sound of the rain drops made you more curious while he was emptying a syringe and taking off his white gloves.  

‘do you consider yourself human, dottore?’   he let you address him without the title. in your mind, he did so because humans crave to be called by their names. egotistical but meaningful amongst many human habits.  

‘oh, are you unable to cope with you not being one so now you are starting to question my own humanity?’  ‘i am a human. that should be clear to you after 3 years. but what about you?’  ‘i am a human that traded his humanity. that is all.’  

and he said it so nonchalantly before he left the room that it caused you to shiver. it wasn’t the hospital gown or the cold room that led to that; deep down you knew.  

your situation was quite odd. you were living in a better and cleaner room than the rest, you were able to go outside and take walks and enjoy food or art that you wanted and with it all; you still were not free. he was the second fatui harbinger, the source of your main grieving – emotional and physical – and you still did not even think about leaving.  

something deeper inside of you made you stay. it wasn’t love or anything as foolish as that, you were not attached to him – some deep part of you wanted to prove that man just how wrong he was. he traded in his humanity for knowledge – just imagined how he would fall to his knees after making that wrong assumption about you.  

you were human and the heretic doctor was wrong. he had to be. you didn’t fight back when he took your blood or when he told you to participate in his experiments. you didn’t fight back when he would feed you from his own hand or by making your tongue curl up around the fork. you didn’t fight back when he would use a scalpel or the kitchen knife to open up your shirt and proceed to fuck you.  

why? there was no need to. his ultimate demise would be being wrong about you. treating him nonchalantly and not resisting would cause him more pain in your mind. it doesn’t matter what others thought of you. in your humanity, you would persist.  

but truly, you knew just how wrong some things were. you do not remember your life prior to the fatui. capitano was the one who found you wandering around in a forest (of which nation? you do not know). he was the one to take you in and train you at first. dottore just showed up one day, whispered something into capitano’s ear and within the next hour you were transferred into the hands of this man who claimed to have a fascination with you.  

the first thing he ever told you was that you were not a human. something about delusions and the power that accelerates aging and how you should have showed symptoms but never did. in all honesty, you couldn’t find it important enough to care. he also made comments about your pain tolerance and just how resilient to were. something told you he was the one who wanted to inflict unimaginable things upon every fascination he had – it was just too bad you were one of them. serving under capitano was easier – he never made you question your humanity.  

for 3 years now dottore has been trying to prove you were an anomaly. but it didn’t matter how many blood tests he ran, how many concoctions you’ve had to swallow, how many of his touches you’ve felt – he has failed to provide concrete evidence. you were just a human, unaffected by delusions – a stronger human than the rest – and you continue to believe so.  

in reality, dottore does not know what you are. are you a doll created by some technology so advanced he cannot recognize? are you a remnant of a past time that has taken on a human form? perhaps you are a homunculus or a segment of someone? you wish all those questions would drive him crazy, you wish they would make him desperate and hasty – but he continues on with it time after time. like he has all the leisure of this world – like he isn’t an egotistical bastard who tortures you just to prove a wrong hypothesis.  

3 years and 12 days was marked on the calendar today. you are once again in his lab, wearing a see-through hospital gown. you’ve read a new book – it makes you think of a comment.  

‘well, doctor...’ is how you start and dottore resists the urge to jab the needle in harsher because he knows you deliberately used his title to create a reaction.   ‘i’ve read a book last night’ , you continue and dottore throws the needle into the bin ‘that would describe this situation as me being a diamond in the rough.’  

you look so proud of yourself, so amused at your own comment that dottore simply has to laugh. it makes you roll your eyes and you want to get off the table onto your own feet but his hands on your hips keep you in place.  

‘a diamond? really? is that truly how you see yourself?’  ‘yes. i do not see why you felt the need to laugh.’   ‘hmm, tell me, do you know how pearls come to be?’ his hands have started to rub circles into your hips now.  

you bite your tongue. the truth is, you don’t know. you know where they are found, how expensive they are and how people kill for them. but you don’t know how they come to be.  

‘i suppose you will enlighten me.’  ‘they are formed from a single grain of sand or a wayward food particle. just a single grain can get trapped in the oyster and when it does it gets wrapped upon strings of saliva and through that process – a pearl comes to exist.’  ‘so instead of a diamond, i am a pearl to you?’  ‘utter nonsense.’ his fingernails are digging into your hips now and his smirk stretches out.   ‘you are an oyster. what i have been trying to find for these three years is the pearl inside of you.’  

it makes you mad. you can feel the anger flushing all the way to your fingertips.  

‘then what are you dottore? huh?’  this time dottore doesn’t laugh. instead, he pushes you down onto the table again completely, before he gets on top of you. with all of his messed-up nature, he finds this the perfect time to kiss your lips. he continues to trail kisses down your neck and just when he gets to your collarbone, he stops to look down at you.    ‘isn’t it obvious?’ his red eyes were never this deep of a color.   ‘i am the knife that will break you open to find that pearl.’  

a/n: you do not understand how feral my dreams about this man actually are !!

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[chekensheppppp]

I would love to hear about any head canons you have for the two not so very great dads :3 💖

I HATE THEM!!! 😡😤 (proceeds to make art, stories, and headcanons of them as they occupy my mind space for how many months already) (slight suggestive warning for some of these HCs)

I like to think they dated way before the present time (they dated in college, this hc is long so i'm not adding it here rn). So in the present games where they meet again (USUM's RR and Masters) Ghetsis slowly starts to develop romantic feelings for Giovanni (again). This bothers him to no end, especially since he suspects that Gio knows. Mafia man does figure out and secretly uses it to his advantage in their rivalry. Overtime though, Gio starts to feel mutual (again). This leads to him subtly flirting with Lettuce causing the latter to grow even more frustrated with his romantic man crush. He shouldn't fall in love with his enemy for world domination yet he did and he suspects that the other likes him too so now he's even more infuriated.

The jist of their dynamic pre-relationship is just Ghetsis being a tsundere who is also obsessed with the don bastardo (which he tells himself is hatred) and Gio being a smug flirt that takes any chance he gets to infuriate lettuce priest more.

They're very professional, most people wouldn't even notice that there's something going on between these two since they act all curt and business like everywhere. But if one stops and observes them, they'd notice how there is a minuscule hint of fondness in the way they speak to each other and how they have their own code in saying their affections. Also, look closely and you'll realize the glances they share have a deeper meaning than just mere looks. To put it short, they have a lot of eye sex, it's subtle but once you notice it, it becomes clear as day. Their grunts feel awkward whenever they end up noticing; it feels like they're intruding on private matters though they're not sure what.

Ghetsis has mobility issues, particularly his BW2 rendition, and he can't really walk and run for long distances anymore. Good thing he has a strong, beefy stud of a boyfriend to carry him around. Whenever Gio does that, Ghet becomes extremely flustered but doesn't stop him. While he does prefer dealing with his own problems and issues himself with the stubborness and persistence of a lone wolf, he's still a sucker for being treated and pampered like royalty. (After all, he is from a royal lineage and a pompous fuck)(expect a comic based on this soon)

In most other ships that involve Gio, he tends to subtly tune down his cruel, aggressive, and domineering traits for his partner and tries to be more considerate, slow and careful (still keeps the charming mafia godfather vibe tho). In this case, he doesn't. Being that they're both old and shitty bastards, Gio doesn't feel the need to adjust himself much for Ghet since he doesn't play nice either. If anything, he can be as blunt and straightforward as he wants to be. He won't hesitate to just slam the green-haired maniac down his office desk, rip apart his robes and have his way with him until sunrise.

Ghetsis likes to ramble and rant about whatever, whenever convenient. Gio doesn't mind this and lets him go on about whatever topic his partner wants to talk about. Usually he'd also return a comment if the other inquires on what he thinks or when he so chooses but in some instances, Gio just gets lost in the sound of Ghetsis voice, how he would be so full of emotion and conviction in the way he speaks and just the sound of it all can be what he considers music to him. You can tell he's not really paying attention to what Ghetsis says and is just enjoying the sound of his voice when he looks at him utterly lovestruck (well, as lovestruck as how a hardened mafia boss can be)

There are only a handful of people Ghetsis would allow to touch his hair; his hair care routine takes a long time to do and anyone that messes with it is basically asking for death. Gio is one of those few people. This pretty much means that he trusts him enough now to let him touch his hair and boy, he made a pretty good decision. Feeling his hand comb through his locks feels soothing and well, he does like how he pulls his hair from behind whenever they fck.

Gio most definitely had a long list of past lovers and even now that he's seeing someone, he still has many others clamoring to be with him. Ghetsis does not like this one bit. Whenever he's with Gio and someone tries to get too close to Gio, he just shoots them a scowl that can make milk sour up immediately and sticks closer to Gio. Gio does tell him to calm down about it and that he's a grown ass man who can make his own decisions but he does find it endearing seeing how much Ghetsis is in love with him.... even if it is going full possesive, but he can deal with that. (expect a comic on this too)

Curse that one deactivated blog for giving Gio a thing for Ghet's legs because now, I actually like the idea of it. Gio simply loves his tall, GNC, gossip girl, murderous megalomaniac boyfriend and his long ass legs.

There's something so funny about them getting married and Gio going like "Now that we're married, it's only fair that I give you something that you've always wanted." And straight up presents Ghet with a gun and says, "Let's shoot up a police station as part of our honeymoon, amore mio Harmonia." And Ghet is all sparkly eyed and delighted and goes "You know me so well, Sakaki dear." And their children are just screaming in horror in the background, "DON'T MAKE HIM MORE OF A THREAT THAN HE ALREADY IS!!!!"

and yeah that's it for now, this is getting too long lol

#cheken clucks #cheken's nonsense #my headcanons #god this ship is making my brain rot so much #but hey i'm enjoying it HAHAHHAHA #giovanni #ghetsis #terribledadshipping #pokemon #cheken scratch #cuz i had to add a quick art piece here lol