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wcbblife · 1 month

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pls literally anything kate martin it’s so dry out here 🙏🙏 maybe like kate x influncer reader or something idk

Sure can! We'll get through this drought together ✊ (Did I write too much? Yes. Do I regret it? No.)

Kate Martin x influencer/soccer player reader

How you two met: You play for the soccer team at Iowa university. So naturally, after the season ended you usually spend some of your afternoons playing pickup soccer at the local parks nearby to satisfy the itch to always be playing your sport. Another hobby you also like to do a lot is to record your journey. You vlog about your flights, your training, practices, your tips on how to have a balanced life between sports and studies, and some behind the scenes with your team members. You have a fairly large following of 500k subscribers due to your personality and engaging content. On one particular afternoon, your fiery competitive spirit and impressive skills are able to catch the attention of one particular person amidst the small crowd that always gathered to watch the simple matches. It was none other than Kate Martin. Once the match ended you had seen one of your teammates walk over towards you and Kate followed right behind her (since Kate seems so friendly i def think she hangs out with other athletes outside of basketball). As you packed your things, you felt a pair of pretty eyes staring at your every move. You decide to start the convo up by saying that you watch all her games because you love the way she plays. You watch as her cheeks get a little rosy and she goes on a cute little rant about how she watches your vlogs and videos and that, whenever she could, she would drop by to see your team play. You joke that you guys should hang up so she could teach you to play basketball before your teammate says that she and her girlfriend (who was someone you play with and against constantly in these simple matches) had to go. She leaves you alone with Kate and you bring up that you guys should definitely hang out and she brings out the idea of going to recovery together cuz why not since she will undoubtedly be busy with her own season starting. You agree and that’s the beginning of how you two started talking.

How you got close: So as mentioned above, you guys definitely see each other around the athletic and rehab center in the university. Since you practice off season, you prefer to be safe than sorry and attend your recovery session religiously. Thanks to this, you guys are able to strike up conversations here and there but they're never too long. Not until you need to get into the dreaded ice bath for one session after being inexplicably sore for days on end. You decide that it's the perfect time to get your camera out and record your funny reaction to it to later post it. While walking over to your doom, you come face to face with Kate. You shamelessly note that she was wearing really revealing clothes. She smiles and asks where you’re headed and you explain and she immediately asks if she could join you cuz she was going over there too. Once you get there you turn on your camera and explain to the viewers what was going to happen. While you did that, you felt Kate looming behind you. You stop the camera and ask what’s wrong and she gets a little embarrassed asking you cute questions about how the camera worked. You laugh and give her a little class while you two sit side by side while you show her the basics. She jokes that she would love to be your camerawoman and you don’t have it in you to say no. Not with the way she stares at you with her eyes. (Anyway before I get carried away) You set the camera up so that it catches you both while you get into the big tub of ice. She laughs as she watches you shuffle awkwardly towards the cold pit of despair and pokes at you with jokes about how you look rn. You shoot her a look and grab a handful of water to throw her way. She shrieks and grabs your wrist to stop you, letting her hold lingering a little longer than normal (you also note just how strong Kate is). Snapping out of whatever was between you all of the sudden with her touch, you look at the camera and think screw it, getting in hastily without double thinking about it. You regret it immediately, screaming and Kate doubles down with laughter. What she doesn’t expect is for you to yank her inside out of spite. In an attempt to stop herself from falling into the cold water, she holds a hand out towards the edge, but you’ve tugged her down enough for her to have no choice but to step over the edge and fall into the tub. This, however, leads to you being placed in another unfortunate position. She holds the edges of the tub, trying to adjust to the coldness, while single handedly pinning you to the edge of the metal tub. It takes a few seconds to register, especially with you looking up at her while she lets out short puffs of air, while her muscles on her toned stomach contract. Kate seems to notice this and moves back to the other side. You clear your throat and turn to the camera with a funny face while you ignore the rosy blush that has settled on Kate’s face. After this it was just a mixture of flirting and flattery between you too.

She went to see you often when you played and brought you snacks or just went to simply support you. It’s obvious you started to show up more recently to her games to watch her play in person instead of from your home. It’s hard to say if that was the reason, but whenever you went to her games she always showed off. Whether it was double-doubles or even one triple-double. When the games would end she would act all cocky and say that it was normal but you would see the blinding smile on her lips when you would tell her good job. What you liked was how the adrenaline crash would hit her (not in a bad way) after a hard and long game and win. She would be super soft and slow and be all cute. You once insisted on driving her towards her dorms because she was too tired and she insisted on putting on music. You let her ofc and what follows is her singing her heart out while lazily looking over towards you every now and then. She reaches over and uses your hand as a mic and you can’t help but laugh. After a few songs you notice how the playlist switches to flowers songs and Kate never lets go of the hold of your hand.

No question she loves being in your vids. She has also definitely made you do a challenge video about hot sauces (ik it’s random but she def would). Other than that, you both do a bunch of silly challenges together. She also gave you the idea of starting this new “series” of her just basically teaching you the basics for basketball and vice versa. This becomes a huge hit online. What goes on behind the scenes is different tho. On video, you guys seem strictly platonic and playful with you cracking jokes and making fun when you mess up really bad on one certain move. However, once the cameras are off Kate is more free and less tense. She is more touchy, especially when showing you how to shoot the basketball properly (Like you can’t tell me this woman wouldn’t wrap her arms around your shoulders to position your hands on the ball. Don’t even get me started with defense and the way yall would be so close). You (I) also find it lowkey hot whenever you guys are done with your little secession and she’s panting and sweaty. You lowkey like it even more when she gets out of the locker room showers all clean and fresh.

How she asks you out: After basically a few weeks of her popping up in your vids both of your fans suddenly notice you two getting closer and closer. One day you’re recording while walking to get a massage. You turn a corner and come face to face with what seems like a wall. You jump back when you realize you just ran into Kate. You turn the camera off and smile up at her. You ask her where she’s headed but something’s off. You watch as she doesn’t look at you and avoids any type of eye contact as she fumbles over her words. A laugh comes from you as you go up to turn your camera back on but she shocks you by snatching the camera away. You ask her what was wrong and she mumbles something you can’t catch so you ask her to speak up and even get on your tiptoes to lean into her space to hear her better. She tries again and you can faintly hear her asking you out on a date. To say you were shocked was an understatement but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel something forming between you too after these weeks spent together. Ofc you said yes.

You guys go out to a cliche aquarium date (bc i love aquariums what about it). Once you guys get there it seems like something has lifted off her shoulder and she’s acting like a totally different person. She’s more touchy and a real charmer (shamelessly putting an arm around your shoulder and uses her height over you to her advantage. When someone gets too close she definitely stands next to you and the person to create distance and def had a sweet interaction with a kid I mean c'mon). She’s taking sneaky pics of you and trust she would kiss you under those tunnels with the blue lights and fishes, making her look so good after you both tiptoe around it all day.

How it is to date her: (keeping it on the DL is so sexy idc what anyone says) Although Kate isn’t a huge name like Caitlin, you both reach an agreement to keep it on the dl. That and the addition of your evergrowing vlog page. This being said, Kate would appear more in your videos and it’s not really a secret. She shows up in your study videos in the background, helps out with your workout videos, does Q&As with you, and when you're off season she definitely travels with you.

She’s a very caring person and def loves to cuddle after a long day. She also kisses the ground you walk on (You can’t tell me she doesn’t have photo albums of you and her). (Can I also say that she’s a tremendous kisser? TRUST that she will make out with you in a secret room in the stadium because she just can’t wait until you get home after a game). Kate is your personal cheerleader in games and would treat you like a princess after your games (she’s drawing a bath and brushing your hair and basically doing all the work for you while praising you on how well you did).

After a hard loss however it’s a whole different story. You can’t lie tho…It’s your favorite side of Kate. You can see it in her as soon as the buzzer sounds (especially after she scores a lot and still loses oml). Kate basically disappears into the crowd and into the locker room before you can catch her. After a bit of time and unanswered calls and text messages, you decide to walk towards the locker rooms and are surprised when you're tugged into a small storage room. Kate immediately gets to work and smashes her lips with yours and lets her hands wander around you. You just love the way her rosy cheeks look and how sinful her eyes were as she let them shamelessly look you over. Kate isn’t up for any talking tho. Her moves are sloppy and desperate, like she couldn't care less if someone busted you two right then and there. Whenever you try to talk and try to get her to calm down she just goes back and kick starts another makeout sesh.

#kate martin #iowa wbb #wcbb #kate martin x reader #caitlin clark #women's basketball #iowa hawkeyes

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redbleedingrose · 5 months

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This idea popped into my head while making my coffee this morning. How do the batboys like their coffee? Do they like the specialty drinks or just a good cup of coffee?

I could honestly go both ways. Like some morning I just want a cup of coffee with some cream and sugar but some days I want a specialty drink that will give you a cavity by just looking at it lol

OH MY GOD!!! I LOVE THIS!!!

Coffee/Latte Orders of the Bat Boys and Vanserra Bros

Rhysand

I think it depends on the day but Rhys gives me Cold Brew vibes. He needs the espresso for sure with all his high lord activities! But he absolutely adds oat milk to it, because he does not want plain black coffee.

I don't think he likes the actual flavor of the cold brew, he def drinks it in the morning because he needs it to function, but later he would drink homemade caramel cappuccino.

And I think he wakes before you, so he will make you a cappuccino as well. He always sits himself at the edge of the bed, watching you sleep peacefully for a couple of minutes while sipping on his cappuccino, thinking about all the things he is grateful for, before leaning down to brush your hair out of your face and pepper kisses all over your face.

Once you wake up, and you give him his "proper kiss," he will leave you to continue his work, your piping cappuccino set on your beside table for when you're ready to start your day.

Cassian

Cass does not give me a cuppa joe kinda male. He likes his water and fruit juices and smoothies.

He drinks water throughout the day, especially because of the amount of training he does. He has one of those huge water bottles that has all the water he is supposed to drink in a day, and he carries it around religiously.

He def gets one for you and will check in on you throughout the day and remind you to drink your water, especially if you are behind on your water intake. He is the kind of male to make it into a contest between you two, just to make sure your competitive ass gets enough water.

He also appreciates putting strawberries, lemons, cucumbers, pineapples in his water so that the fruit can infuse its vitamins into the water.

And the smoothies are his morning meal. He adds protein powder, fruits, and greens into these and he loves them. He feels super refreshed by them, and will try to convince you (and his brothers) to give them a try, and they turn out to be pretty good when he makes them. If you attempt to make them, they kinda taste like grass in water.

Azriel

Az screams black coffee. He drinks his coffee hot, plain and simple. He uses this dark roast blend that is very traditional to the Illyrian mountains. His mother used to drink coffee like that, and I think it would remind him of her, and thus, he drinks his coffee black. He is proud of it too, smh.

I think it helps him poop, poor male is chronically constipated from stress

When he meets you, he teases you for adding milk and sugar to your coffee, but once he gets a taste of your coffee, he may or may not sneak in a sip or two from your mug when you aren't looking.

You both like to start off your days sitting on the balcony, steaming cups in hand with Az's wing wrapped around you to keep you warm, and you watch the sunrise together.

It tends to be really quiet in the morning hour, and it is a special time for you and Az to kinda soak in the peace and allow for your mating bond to glow as the bright as sun.

Lucien

Luc is for sure an oat milk chai latte girly pop.

He also appreciates a matcha latte here and there. I think he likes the earthy flavor, so if he is not feeling chai (which is very rare), he will go for the matcha. If he is feeling extra spicy, he will drink it iced.

I think the spice of the chai latte really brings him back to all the good times in his childhood, when Eris would sneak little five year old Luc some caffeine through the chai.

I think if Luc were to drink coffee, it would be a caramel apple flavoring that comes around only during the fall seasons in Day Court.

I feel like Lucien would be the kind of male who wants to support small businesses, so he would go to different cafes throughout the court to try their chai lattes and would bring you home a fresh pastry and warm coffee. It's especially fun for him when you wake up early and join him.

Eris

Er's coffee order is interesting and complex, just like the male himself.

He likes to drink Autumn-spiced mocha lattes. It is an espresso with steamed goat milk, chocolate, cinnamon, and other spices. It actually is incredible, and he gets it every morning with a warm almond croissant for breakfast.

He likes his goat milk. I don't know why, but he does. Fucking sexy ass weirdo

Later in the day, he will have a honey cream latte which is an espresso with steamed goat milk and honey. His afternoon drink is not because he needs the energy, but I think he likes to have a warm drink in between lunch and dinner.

You usually join him in the office, warm latte in hand with your own drink, and you sit together on his green velvet couch, his free arm around your shoulders playing with strands of your hair as you discuss your day and plans for the night.

When you're done with your drinks, you will take his empty mug back to the kitchens, but not before he kisses you.... and attempts to bite your cheek off.

he loves your cheeks, what can I say?

Masterlist which severely needs updating

#rose answers #acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar headcanons #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #lucien x reader #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #rose rambles

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chirp-featherfowl · 6 days

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putting my hat in the ring of rat grinders fancasts

KIPPERLILLY COPPERKETTLE: ok, he might be a little less known because he hasn't been on any d20 sidequests, but i know a lot of you watch naddpod + he was on collegehumor, so i'm thinking brian murphy. i know he's a "cool dm" and all that, but he CAN pull off that type-a bitch personality.

BUDDY DAWN: ALLY BEARDSLEY DEFINITELY. who better to play the disillusioned religious child than the disillusioned religious adult?? and they are so fucking funny man. i'm not sure they've played D&D before though

IVY EMBRA: this one's fucking me up. am i crazy to suggest lou wilson? i might be crazy to suggest lou wilson. but i mean look at his previous characters on d20 sidequests and tell me hes not capable of playing incredibly charismatic, hot fighters.

OISIN HAKINVAR: siobhan thompson is calling out my name from the abyss. i think she can def pull off "hot and smart and lame also".

MARY ANN SKUTTLE: hear me out --- zac oyama. his dry humor?? the comedic timing?? think of what he can DO with mary ann.

RUBEN HOPCLAP: emily axford!!! listen how ruben was in the season proper was SO funny, i think emily can make him even fucking crazier than he was. she's so good at escalating bits AND committing to them.

i know it's a little out of left field, but i'm also thinking about guest dms. don't get me wrong, i LOVE mercer, but i really really want brennan lee mulligan to guest dm the rat grinders' season. i didn't realize it until now but he already has so much chemistry with this cast. i think they would do fucking awesome.

#fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #kipperlilly copperkettle #buddy dawn #ivy embra #oisin hakinvar #mary ann skuttle #ruben hopclap #brian murphy #ally beardsley #lou wilson #siobhan thompson #zac oyama #emily axford #brennan lee mulligan #matthew mercer

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cummin-n-cryin · 1 year

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Hey, hey! Since requests are open, may I request some general yandere headcanons for Rollo if that's alright? If not, I totally understand.

Just know that I love your writing, and that you're one of my favorite twst authors!

~Thank you for your request!

Rollo Flamm Headcannons

MINORS / BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Tw: Yandere, Nsfw, obsession, kidnapping, not spoiler free!, religious stuff, maybe dubcon? depends on how you see it, lemme know if I missed a tw

Side Note: Aww ur so nice to me thx you~♡ I knew one of you would ask me about him! Since this is just my random thoughts this is very all over the place also I'm not editing this too much so sry if it looks bad. I hope this is okay!

~Rollo Flamm~

Every second you spend at the Noble Bell College is a nightmare. Not only because Grim gets on your damn nerves but because Rollo is almost always breathing down your neck.

Whenever he's not doing tasks around the college he's trying to get closer to you. Trying his best to distract you from your friends and to lead you to secluded areas. But, your friends are wary of him and try their best to keep him away from you.

Ah~ but he's so patient. He'll watch from a distance as you laugh and talk with your friends, planning all the ways he can get you closer to him.

Of course he'll be hospitable. He'll act kind and respectful, making you confused as to whether you should think of him as a good person or not.

He might believe you to be "pure" in some way. Perhaps because you are magicless or some other reason. Whatever the reason, he's going to try his best to keep you "pure".

Ok that's all I got that's sfw

Nsfw warning I guess

He's having an internal conflict about you where on one hand he wants to stick to being a respectable man, but on the other he just wants to pin you down and bury his cock inside you.

Like you just know that he's in his bedroom stroking his cock to the thought of you. He just can't help himself. He's so down bad he's literally in hell.

Whenever he's finished he feels disgusted at himself for thinking such lustful thoughts. He may end up believing you've put some kind of curse on him. I mean It makes sense doesn't it?

He's been perfectly fine and then the moment you appear he just can't stop himself from imagining how it feels to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you down as he rams his dick inside you.

He may look like he's got his shit together but behind closed doors he falling apart in desperation and need for you.

Oh! He fucks you on an altar~!

You're cries echo throughout the room as he thrusts his cock in you. He's always so busy and you're friends are always somewhere nearby so he never gets the chance to get too close to you. Finally, he ends up catching you walking down the dark halls of the college alone and after waiting for you for so long can you really blame him for thrusting his cock into you so quickly?

Whether you want to ruin this holy man yourself or you wait long enough for him to succumb to his own twisted fantasies. He'll probably end up locking you in some hidden dungeon within the college, keeping you all to himself.

If he believes you've put a curse on him or you're some kind of devil he's going to try and "fix" you. He'll lock you away in the depths of the college so that you don't affect the other men. With him being a holy and righteous man, he believes that only he has the power to cure you of this evil.

He tries as much as he can to resist your "charms" but in the end he can't stop himself from fucking you.

Also I heard he's apparently almost as tall as the tweels?!?!?? :0

For more kinky stuff, I think wax play might fit him? Idk like he's pouring hot wax on you while he "cleanses" you of your sins.

Oh bondage too! Def seems like he'd tie you up and stuff. Gags you too! As much as he'd like to hear your moans and cries he'd rather not get caught with you.

Listen the urge I have to hatefuck this man yandere or not is STRONG.

I just AGAGSAAAGSDFAAAH

I don't like him. He's not rly my type but him acting like he's better than me, like he's better than everyone??? MY GOD LET ME PEG HIM

Make this man cry please! I just wanna see him suffer I don't care that he's as tall as the tweels I wanna make him a pathetic mess so bad LOOOOORD LET ME PEG HIM AHHHHHHHH

Ugh sry kinda got off track i think...

But uh yeah yandere Rollo is just a horny desperate mess who wants to steal you away from your friends. He also blames you for how horny he is for you. I also love the idea of him being a creepy pervert who may sniff your clothes.

That's about all I got rn

Ok bye *fades into the abyss*

#yandere twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #rollo flamm x reader #rollo flamm #tw yandere #no picture im sry :(#i hope this is okay!#idk much about Rollo im sryyy #tw dubcon #just in case!

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wlfpet · 1 year

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I need to feel abbys fingers in the back of my throat

18+ obviously

cw; throat… fingering? i guess, the strap on appears but is mostly just ambiance, mean!dom abby, sub!reader, spit kink.

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and she absolutely would, that’s the thing.

i think abby def has a nasty oral fixation, obsessed with your pretty mouth, and it wrings something out of her. of course, loving how your mouth suckles her cock, lips stretching over the shaft, little noises bubbling from of your throat as she bottoms out over and over. but sometimes, it’s how you wrap your lips around a straw, every light suck pulsating as you drink away, or watching you from over your shoulder as you apply gloss, artfully spreading the shine around with a deft finger.

it was damned religious.

it would be dark, your face lit from the side from the dull glow of the ceiling light in the other room, looking up from your knees as abby towered over you, manspreading against the backrest of the armchair, watching you transfixed in awe as her strap sprung free from her waistband, that dumbstruck look you always got plastered on your face as you pulled away the fabric, moving up to slide your soft, pretty hands past her pelvis and up her torso. the fat head of her cock tickling your hairline.

it was the first time in a long time that she had you like this; schedules never aligned, shifts ran over, last minute assignments became too fucking commonplace, so the most bedroom time the two of you had was flopping down next to each other, dead tired barely touching fingers before sleeping like the dead. but tonight it was different, and you were fucking horny, leaking under her watchful eye.

in her mind, you’d been doing it on purpose; being a bad girl, tempting her with every smile, every squish of your lips and pucker of your cheeks as you tasted something sour, how you ate candy painfully slow, rolling it over your tongue, savouring. licking a splatter of bubblegum back into your mouth, or how you’d look at her, doe-eyed, pouting when you didn’t get your way. It was too much for her, riling her up like an animal in a cage, and usually she’d fuck your brains out but today? she was practicing restraint.

abs was drunk off you, mostly, and a couple glasses of homemade whiskey from a soldier who owed her a solid. but you were innocent, watching attentively with saucers for eyes as you slipped into that mushy, braindead, safe subspace. you were hers, like you always were, in your perfect place. never noticing her frustration, those too long stares, her little addiction to that part of you. it was as though you were prey, and she swooped down, hooking an arm under your shoulders and lifting you up through her thighs, pulling you into her lap and locking your knees at either side, your breasts pushing against hers.

abby’s free hand came up to your throat, cutting off the blood flow and providing that idle pressure to your brain.

“gonna suck me off tonight baby?” she said, the slur of her words and that nonchalant, aloof dominance weaving into your brain and hitting your pussy head on. god, she wasn’t even showing off, and that was her superiority, surrounding you like a dark blind, exposing all of you to her. just how it was supposed to be, she always said.

you needed guidance; too little and stupid and weak, so someone else had to make the decisions and have all the thoughts, and you were okay with that.

“needa’ suck you mama, wanna treat you good.” running her thumb over your bottom lip, abby hummed in appreciation as you sucked it into your mouth, the divots of your teeth scraping against the flesh there, a thin, silvery line of drool following as she released you with a pop. you could suck a nickel out of a fucking straw. she rubbed it against your lips, wetting them, marveling at how the flesh was so easily molded by her finger.

“give me a sec’, gotta get you ready for me first.” She replaced her thumb with two plying, heavy fingers, sourness from spilt liquor coating your tastebuds. she fucked them slowly, gently into you, just enough to get them nice and wet for her. you were giddy, moaning happily as you ran your tongue between the digits, lapping up that flavour until there was nothing left. abby loved this, how the drool rolled down chin and into your breasts, pretty lips gripping onto her for dear life.

she couldn’t get enough and she pushed deeper, the hand around your neck still pulsating, feeling the muscle of your throat clench and unclench. She pushed deeper, knowing that her good girl could take it, always would take it, happy to get her sick little reward. her fingers hit your uvula and you wrenched back your head to cough, cheeks flushed, nose running, eyes watery and dripping and full of that fucking look.

the one that drives her insane, triggers that deep domspace where she can do anything to you and you’ll let her get away with it. she could strip your mind bit by bit, reducing you to your baser instincts creating her perfect pet with ease. you two were just the same, both needed this, wanted it all.

she looked over you, pathetic and whining, and brought a hand up to part your jaw, balling her own lips to force a gob of spit into your mouth before closing it back. you swallowed unconsciously, obediently, and she pulled you in close, whispering in your ear.

“gagging isn’t going to get you out of this, baby. gonna get throatfucked whether you like it or not.”

#anon messages!!#tiki answers #abby anderson smut #abby smut #abby anderson x reader #kinda hate this rewrite feel like I was phoning it in a bit but we will overcome 😭

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lionasvault · 8 days

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what are the girl's hobbies? lowkey so inspired by bestie girl @/starfxkr

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bunny has a lottt of hobbies. she's restless, we all know this - she's a bouncy girlie. she loves yoga and pilates - but she also loves sports where she can do her zoomies!! she grew up playing soccer, but she always went for goalie because she can jump! she prolly outgrew that when she was in middle school because people were getting a lot taller than her. kook!bunny def grew up doing ballet .

unsurprisingly, she loves to cook. salads and trailmix are her favorite snacks. fruit especially - she prefers that over candy. probably plays some sort of instrument - piano or violin. she never really wants to practice though. she also enjoys gardening! she has this little patch where she plants tulips or vegetables.

she loves video games- but only super calm ones. her favorites are animal crossing and stardew valley (she marries alex or haley argue with the wall). she mighttt force rafe to play minecraft with her sometimes too.

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nooow pup. pup also loves gardening, but she has trouble not getting super dirty. she doesn't ever wear gloves or use tools -- she thinks her hands are good enough-- so she always comes out of her little garden by the chateau with dirt under her short fingernails and hair messy. somehow, she gets dirt everywhere on her and john b has to give her a bath.

she loves making jewelry!! all those little friendship bracelets jonbee and jayj wear? she made those! she loves making little beaded bracelets and friendship ones. she definitely uses that to pass the time.

we already went through this but quilting!! she loves to make stuff out of jonbee's old clothes.

she also loves to play in water!! jayj and jonbee always make sure to set up a lot of sprinklers for her in the spring and summer so she can run through them and cool off. that obvi also means swimming! she's not very good at it, but she'll always want to go out for a swim with the boys. jonbee will make sure to give her some arm floaties though.

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i swear all the kitten stuff is @/starfxker credit to that girl

kitty!! she loooves doing her nails. her friends will always ask her to do theirs. she has super long claws that you know would poke out an eye. she'll mostly do them in black, but sometimes there will be a cute little print on it.

i can imagine that she rollerblades ?? maybe she does skateboarding too. she barely likes doing sports ofc, but these are ones she'll be on board for. literally. hehe.

she likes to collect stuff. but not normal collecting stuff- she'll dry out plants and put them in pots, thrift old DVDs and CDs. most her collections are her stupid little rocks + shells + dirty coins + sea glass. but she'll never put them on display, she buries them in her room in a little corner.

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lamby grew up suuuper religious so she's got all those super feminine hobbies that got burned into her brain.

like puppy, she quilts. but it always has to be perfect or else she hates it. perfect stitching, perfect designs, everything (again i already wrote about this)

lamb also bakes, pies and cakes and cupcakes, all the sort. whenever a new neighbor moves in, she always brings over some sort of baked good to them.

she loves to scrapbook! she has books and books on her shelf of different trips she's done with pope. even if it's just a day at the beach, she scrapbooks it all! she has this little camera she takes pictures with too.

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we all know and love foxy. she's an icon.

she works in a library, so that means she reads at least two books a week. she loves filmmaking and watching her favorite movies, and just like kitten, she has a DVD collection. it's a lot bigger than her's since she's been collecting since she was super young, filling at least half a bookshelf.

just like bunny, she loves to game. but uuum. not cozy gaming. she likes GTA, resident evil, and hollow knight. she also totally gets on roblox sometimes to bully kids.

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you dont wanna know how long this took me

#bunny!reader #puppy!reader #kitten!reader #lamb!reader #fox!reader

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fortheloveofshitsandgiggles · 7 months

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Unreal Unearth is an album that means a lot to me. It’s one of if not the greatest albums I’ve ever heard. Each song impacts me in a different way, so I wanted to go through each song with my own experience and interpretations (disclaimer, some of these analyses are my personal interpretation or how I react to the song, art is subjective and is what you make it)

De Selby (Part 1): oh my god I’ve been dying to hear Hozier sing in Gaeilge. I actually sang a song in Gaeilge in choir a few years back, and while it was difficult for me pronunciation wise, it was super fun to sing and is a beautiful and underrated language in my opinion. I also adore how haunting it is. It sounds like the soundtrack to my crisis (and it has been). I struggle to explain it, but the melody is so tormenting, especially with the layered voices in the second half of the Gaeilge verse. They feel very ghost like. It’s such an incredible way to introduce us into the decent into hell.

Transition: Yes I’m giving this special section because it’s one of the greatest song transitions I’ve ever heard. It’s really difficult to transition from a slow song into an upbeat one, but this one did it in a way that allows my brain to adjust to the difference in tempo. First of all, it lowers in pitch until it matches the key of part 2, musically representing our slow decent into hell. Then it starts with this beat that goes into part 2, and to me, this represents a building of insanity, one that is further explored in part 2.

De Selby (part 2): This is one of my favorite songs on the entire album. First of all, the beat is so addictive and the song generally makes me want to shake my ass. But beyond that, this song encompasses insanity in a way that I haven’t seen before but is also so relatable. Even with the music video, like there are times where I have felt exactly like the guy in the video and I just want to run into the abyss and forget everything and hit myself with a shovel. Hozier has such a talent for making relatability so artistic and unreal (forgive the pun).

First Time: This song is so full of complex lyricism that I couldn’t even begin to dive into. It’s super vibey, which I appreciate. A few notable lyrics I’d like to point out is “But you spoke some quick new music that went so far to soothe this soul as it was and ever shall be, unearth without a name.” I don’t know if anyone’s talked about this, but this lyric was so similar to the “glory be” prayer (I grew up Catholic lol) that goes “glory be to the father, the son, and the Holy Spirit, as it was and ever shall be, a world without end.” I don’t know if that was intentional/ the direct inspiration but I def did a double take when I heard that lyric. If it is intentional, I love how he twists it from a praise god I’ll get into Heaven sort of plea into describing the limbo we are trapped in, unearth without a name. The other lyric is “These days I think I owe my life to flowers that were left here by my mother, Ain't that like them, giftin' life to you again” I just think that’s such a sweet line that appreciates the kindness in humanity, especially so many mothers including my own. I would like to give a shoutout to Hozier’s mom for birthing and raising him, I would love to shake hands with her.

Francesca: This is maybe one of the best songs Hozier has ever put out. It has been on repeat since the second he dropped it. First of all, the sheer concept of this song, to love someone so full and so deeply that you would endure every ounce of pain and suffering that is inflicted on you because of this love, that is so powerful and just has such an element of storytelling that is as thrilling as watching a movie. To endure such hardship for the sake of a simple touch makes me want to cry. We all want something like that, to be protected and to be worth the sacrifice of another. And the lyrics encompass that perfectly, especially “Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.” Now, being religiously traumatized myself, Heaven is a concept that I’ve gotten to know well. Eternal bliss and joy in the comfort of Jesus. It has hung over my head and has been used to keep me in the religion, especially as a comfort when it comes to the concept of death. But to say that even this place of eternal bliss and love and joy isn’t fit for the kind of love we possess just absolutely guts me. It is just beyond incredible.

I, Carrion (Icarian): As if Francesca wasn’t devastating enough, Hozier had to follow it up with this one. I absolutely love the use of Icarus imagery in songs, I love Icarus by Bastille (it especially reminds me of Crowley and Aziraphale from Good Omens). I know he used Icarus imagery in previous songs, and this is no hate to Sunlight, but I was def looking for something gentler that further explored the different perspectives of the story. And you know what, Hozier delivered. To paint the fall as something beautiful or as not even perceiving it as a tragedy is such a fresh take that I love the exploration of. “If I should fall on that day I only pray don’t fall away from me,” that hit me like a bag of bricks when I first heard it. Like, he’s plummeting from the sky, and still says “allow the ground to find its brutal way to me.” No matter what the ground holds for me, as long as I’m falling with you, everything will be alright. It becomes this state of delusion that is both heartwarming and devastating.

Eat Your Young: This song is what I have affectionately and repeatedly referred to as the “sexiest political commentary I’ve ever heard.” The melody and beat are so seductive, which just contributes to the appeal of the message, despite it being a pretty horrifying one. But it is from the perspective of the villain, which is an interesting point to write from. To say that it’s easier to cut out the middle man and eat your children rather than do atrocious things for power and money that will kill them anyways is such a relevant take on not only politics and capitalism but just the greedy side of humanity in general. The song is almost a trick, like it makes the greed sound so appealing and acts as a siren song to push the narrator’s unreliable narrative.

Damage Gets Done: I love Hozier songs that dive into the feeling of being young. Songs like Sedated and even Jackie and Wilson are reminiscent of that. We often think we’re indestructible when we’re young and we think we can do anything. We become reckless, but that recklessness isn’t what kills us. It’s the people in power who damage us with the laws they pass and systems they create. It sounds so happy like childhood, and yet it reminisces on what it was like to not be forced to participate in these systems such as capitalism. It felt good to just be free and not be tied down by the world. The melody of this song sounds nostalgic and hype like the energy of a young person. Also shoutout Brandi Charlie, I adore her voice on this track and in general.

Who We Are: We have to get through things one way or another, but “getting through still has a cost.” God, this line hits because even when the “damage gets done,” we still have to hurt in order to heal. And it hurts the most when you didn’t realize what you lost until it’s gone. The other lyric that hits is “someone with your eyes might come in time to hold me like water or christ hold me like a knife” hold me even though I’ll slip through your fingers, or if you can’t do that, wield me as something that can cause damage. And there’s nothing else we can do about it. Why? Because that’s who we are. Also, Hozier’s vocals on this song are absolutely insane, those high notes are so angelic. I don’t think I knew his range went that high but I was super impressed.

Son of Nyx: It seems like I say every song is my favorite (because they’re all so freaking good), but this one has got to be my favorite on the album. Despite the lack of words, this song stuck out to me the most. I want to kiss the composer of this piece. First of all, I’m an absolute slut for orchestral/ cinematic songs. And this song is unlike any of his other songs. It carries this haunting melody that is almost angelic in a way but the minor key pulls you back down into this journey of hell that we’ve been going on. It incorporates the melodies from other songs on the album beautifully. I’ve only been able to pick out the melodies from who we are and abstract, so let me know if there’s any others I missed. But the moment where the orchestra swells makes me actually ascend into the next dimension. I swear I had an out of body experience when I heard it for the first time. It’s so terrifying in a beautiful way and words can’t properly convey how this song makes me feel. It doesn’t need to have words for me to understand it, and pieces like that are especially impactful to me.

All Things End: Wow what a way to follow that. It definitely gives a bit of whiplash. First of all, I love the music video for this because the cut from Heaven Hozier singing with his little surgeon church choir to him dead on a table makes me giggle every time, it’s so abrupt. Anyways, it’s interesting that this song goes under the circle of Heresy, because the connection isn’t immediately obvious. But, to me, it does make a lot of sense. To say all things end, including Heaven and hell, inherently denies the belief in Christian ideals. Which, to me, is empowering in a way. This song is simultaneously hopeless and hopeful at the same time. It says that joy will end eventually, but so will the pain. It’s a comfort and an anxiety all wrapped up into one song.

To Someone From a Warm Climate (Uiscefhuarithe): I’m gonna be honest, this one was harder for me to figure out. It’s incredibly simple in a way that is so effective. To me, this song sounds like being unable to provide for someone what they need. And that’s one of the most devistating feelings, one that the simple sad sound of the song encompasses very well. I know what it feels like to be unable to give what someone needs. It makes you feel so stuck and so useless, a feeling which I despise. And Hozier, as he always does, broke my heart with this one. But he was only gearing me up for what would come later with Unknown.

Butchered Tongue: One thing this song reminds me of is how much history we’ve lost. I think about this a lot, the texts we could’ve had, the wisdom we could’ve shared with one another, all lost to the greed of other human beings. I think of the Indigenous cultures that were viciously stripped away in the name of god, the languages lost, the abuse endured. I think of the stories of LGBTQ+ people that remain untold because it didn’t fit the ideal image of those in power. I think of the untold thoughts and lives brutally taken to early. We build incredibly complex and beautiful cultures but we still put in the hours to tear them down. It’s a really upsetting reality, to know that loss happens all around us and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. But we are also encouraged to be kind, so if you take anything from this post, from this song, please show kindness to all, especially those whose stories remain untold.

Anything But: This one is just so groovy I always gotta do a little dance when I hear it. What’s interesting is this song is framed like a love song. But to me, this sounds like running from something or someone. Like “I don’t wanna be anything but I would do anything just to run away” like yeah same. I just want to run away from everything and move into a cottage in the woods or something. It really captures that feeling of just wanting to get tf out of here.

Abstract (Psychopomp): Circling back to the religious trauma thing, I’ve always had a fear of death. Or rather, what comes after death. With the threat of hell always hanging above my head, I was scared to step out of that narrative they always trapped me in with. I don’t wanna suffer for eternity after my short existence. So I’ve always struggled with the idea of dying. But this song frames the journey to the afterlife as something beautiful, which is so comforting, I can barely put it into words. The idea that a spirit guide could be escorting you to the afterlife and they tell you to look back at Earth and “see how it shines” makes me feel a relief unlike any other. I know this song is based on an experience Hozier had where he watched an animal get hit by a car and watched someone comfort the animal in its last moment. But the way this song treats the concept of death is just so moving. It captures the fear and the pain but also the beauty of having someone to share those last moments with and having someone guide you beyond. The imagery in this song is such pure storytelling I feel like I am recounting the memory as if it’s my own.

Unknown / Nth: Not only is this song the most devastating one on the album, it’s maybe the most devastating song I’ve ever heard. I went through a breakup a while back and every single lyric described every single thing I was feeling about that lost relationship. It captured me and my pain so well I’m convinced Hozier crawled into my brain and wrote this. He described feelings I couldn’t even fit into words. The teaser that Hozier posted for this song on tik tok actually came out right in that stage where I could feel they were drifting away from me. This was a long distance relationship, so first the “you know the difference never made a difference to me” hit hard. Not only that, I always called them my angel, so “I thought you were like an angel to me” was just double the emotional damage. Then, we get to the bridge. This bridge is the absolute most gut wrenchingly genius string of words ever written. “Do you know I could break be with the weight of the goodness love I still carry for you? That Id walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you” Holy. Shit. I’m someone who, when I love someone, I love them with every ounce of myself. I would bend the Earth if they asked me to, I would give them my life and soul to sell to Satan. For a long time after that breakup, I still loved them and that love just fueled my grief. I knew this person like the back of my hand, I knew every inflection in their voice, every joke they hadn’t yet made, every feature of their face. And they knew me, fully and deeply in a way few people do. They listened, and they made me feel heard. And all of the sudden, it was all gone. And I did break beneath that weight, because I still loved and knew them, but didn’t get to know anymore. I didn’t get to know what they were doing now, how they were doing, I didn’t get to call them every single night anymore. But despite all of the pain, I would gladly do it over and over again. I can’t bring myself to regret any of it. “And there are some people love who are better unknown.” All I’ve ever wanted was to be understood. I struggle to make friends, and sometimes when I do, I’m only relevant when I’m beneficial. I’ve only ever wanted to be known by those around me. And they knew me. But when they left, I felt like I was unknown again. And I too resigned myself to that idea that maybe I am better unknown.

Transition: The transition between Unknown / Nth and First Light is much more subtle than the one between the De Selbys. But it’s there and it’s worth mentioning. When Unknown / Nth ends, we are left with this sinking and hopeless feeling that we will forever be stuck in that ice, flapping our wings. That hopelessness is drawn out in this ghost of a lingering note that pulls through the end of the song. Then the very first note of First Light is the same as the last note of Unknown / Nth.

First Light: The beginning of this song sounds exactly like rays of light spilling through the cracks. It sounds like the relief of light hitting your eyes after being trapped in a place of darkness for a long time. As the song goes on, it starts to sound more like an ascension. The vocals become very angelic and the whole song grows into this powerhouse of force that just gives off such a hope and determination that we haven’t felt for this whole album. To me, it’s very interesting that Hozier decides to end this album on such a hopeful note despite how devastating every other song was. I was convinced he was going to end the album on Unknown, and he very well could’ve done that. He could’ve left us in the deepest circle of hell. But he chose to end on this super optimistic note of finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I think it just gives us a look into his own optimism and his belief that our resilience as humans has and will pay off. We are constantly faced with adversity and won’t stop until we take our last breaths. But our desire to keep fighting is what makes us such a uniquely incredible species. And the payoff afterwards is a satisfaction that nothing else can quite compare to.

Hozier has such a way of turning the human experience into something otherworldly. He never ceases to amaze me with how his mind creates. I hope I get to tell him one day how much his art means to me and how deeply it’s affected me.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #unreal unearth #music #art #storytelling #mythology

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m4nd0l0r · 2 years

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Five Hargreeves Headcanons (That Have Consumed Every Single Space in my Mind-)

Description: “Live.. Laugh… Love the insanity the apocalypse brings me.” -Five Hargreeves, tired after a caffeine rush and/or from a drunken high. 2019. (this is canon.. HE TOLD ME HIMSELF)

Author’s Note: this is just how I’m dealing with writer’s block— i swear i’m still working on my upcoming Five fics- 😭😭 so uh have this for now i guess 🥲 no warnings btw!! its just me writing in lowercase a lot- a shit ton of crack and swearing- (five’s body is aged up- and his consciousness ranges from 30 to 50 in my works— however you decided which age you want for your experience :)))

Five Taglist (i forgot to tag im so sorry 😭): @ells-graveyard @noahspector @aelinismyqueen @sunweee @reinaeru @ne0boss @twauna00 @placidpluto @eichenhouseproperty @heartsforsuyin @ghostlywavelengths @technicallydifferenttraveler @seconds-not-decades @magical-girl-on-fire @emotionally-unstabel @peachy-wolfhard @its-loki-bitch @raven-fandomtrash @theilliterateskankula @magicstrange @ne0boss @venusrambles @whereintheworldisspencerreid @honeycombdumbass @mivzai @oscarisaacsleftballsack @zenithinthebin @peachteeaaa @rchaoz @wickedmystery @wordsandnerds @umbrellatte @666abby6666 @iameddiemunsonshair @starlightinhumanform @vennythearsonist @trashmouthsahra (if you want to be removed/added, pls tell me via pm!!)

he likes bitter coffee candy (if the mf cant get coffee he’d raid a candy shop rather than logically coming after a cafe-)

likes slasher films for how creative the deaths look (esp if its practical effects, he’s a sucker for those) (he likes nightmare on elm street, he gives me that impression for WHAT)

^ cos of this- i basically headcanon that in his commission days- he’d kill creatively- as if it were his canvas, my guy is an artist with blood 💪

idk why but he’d be an avid “gelato is NOT ice cream you idiot” typa guy (fucker knows italian and my ass RAN W IT)

he watches julia roberts romance movies (cos i like her rom films so im projecting-) (he def likes the maturity of the ending of my best friend’s wedding)

for some reason he considers mocha as chocolate rather than coffee (like the old man he is)

actually likes caramel, never tells anyone for no reason (fucking punk ass smh)

he’d say he hates animals but he’d give a pat to a dog/cat if he’d see one (but he’ll glare at the poor thing if it scratches him-)

from ptsd from the apocalypse- he tries to never indulge w small things like getting large amounts of food- cos he has the mindset that he “might need extra in case something bad happens”

he’d hate physical touch at first- flinching like a surprised cat on steroids— but he gets used to it slowly- and one person at a time

also i dont give a shit on what anyone thinks- FIVE IS A LITTLE SPOON IN HUGS— why you may ask? fucker is a touch starved ptsd filled mf- he needs those hugs ASAP- he would hold your hand 25/8 to reduce his paranoia i just know it (i PROPHESIZEEEE)

the first beer he drunk was a bottle he found in a post apocalypse alcohol store and the liquid was full w small grime and dirt- but he wanted to try some to “check off a bucket list”

LOVES dark comedies, he just does, he CACKLES when he watches one (but he only shows amusement when he’s alone, never w his siblings)

^ he’d also slap his thigh if he finds something soooo funny (old man behaviour smh)

has a personal vendetta against ppl who WOULDN’T put pineapple on pizza (klaus converted the grandpa and at first he felt gross eating it but as he continues he thought: “ok. this isn’t that bad.” the next thing you know, you see him on the phone calling the pizza place for 2 more boxes of hawaiian pizza—)

listens to edith pliaf RELIGIOUSLY (you would gift him a vinyl of hers and his eyes would SHINE) (the only time you saw his eyes the brightest-)

with modern music— he’d prolly like radio music (until you berate him and convert him to alt & indie rock)

has an odd fixation with guns and knives (like the papa he is) (would explain EVERYTHING ABOUT A SPECIFIC WEAPON) (he’s a nerd) (he’ll never admit it) (ever)

has a switchblade on his dominant arm pocket (he could use anything as a weapon, but he likes to be “prepared”)

like on s1, he’d pretend to be a kid and all innocent & shit to get free shit from strangers (you’d hop on the bandwagon and **nicely** ask him to get you stuff too.. he complains and says no but you’d see him on the next day with the shit you requested on his hands)

^ continuation with this— fucker prolly got a coffee machine cos he went up to some lady- went on, put a sad act, and went “oh no.. i dont got a gift to give to my dad.. he always wanted a coffee machine after ours broke” and the lady would have pitied his ass and bought a cheap but durable one for him— this would lead to a situation where the rest of the umbrellas try to take away the coffee machine away from his addicted ass-

viktor: should we?? do something??? diego: we’ve took THREE of those damn machines- what else can we do??? klaus: it’s like… he pulls it out of his ass.. you think he shits out coffee beans?? or is it just liquidated coffee at this point? you: i should call the ambulance before he falls off the window from the coffee… can’t deal with a cranky five.. luther: (is tired of it all and just wants to enjoy his married life) .. yes. please do.

in conclusion? never take away five’s coffee- he will drive you mad—

whenever he’s drunk- he acts like a goddamn sloth (esp if he’s comfortable with you- mf will CLING ON YOU LIKE SOME PARASITE—) (i wouldn’t mind tho 😏- i mean what?)

though as much as he likes bitter coffee- i see him DESPISE BITTER BEER, he would spit that stuff out of with the most offended face ever (all scrunched up like crumpled paper)

for my fellow filipino readers- he unfortunately SUCKS ASSSS when speaking in tagalog… you either tease the living fuck out of him about him or smile through your ear pain going “wow! galing! (amazing!)” (no he was not amazing he sounded like a screeching tire or smth- /lh)

#tua five #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #number five #number five x reader #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #five headcanons #five hargreeves headcanons #thank you for reading my madness-#i swear im writing for my five fic- it just has a sci-fi so ya girl needs to ORGANIZE—#umbrella academy #tua s1 #tua s2 #tua 3

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Sips tea. Ok so. I had an idea…A twisted idea. I finally got to watch the Rise of the tmnt movie and it sparked an idea in me.

People started calling the turtle brothers their heroes right? After they defeat the Kraang. So it’s only natural that some people would admire these mutant heroes. But some might look at their mystic powers and go-“Oh! Their not entirely human, right? What if their not mortal?”

What I’m saying is- cult leader Leo. He has the charisma, the manipulation tactics, mystical powers, and the semi clouded backstory to draw people towards him. And New York is full of people wearing “THE END IS NEAR” signs already…soooo….it wouldn’t be the strangest thing to see….

I’m done rambling, I hope this made sense. Delete this if your uncomfortable. I just had an idea and needed to voice it

Tw: manipulation, brief points of glorification, religious themes (except it's just cult shit)

If he's you know- got the yan feelings for you then he'll expect that you'll like him back in a short amount of time just cuz everyone calls him hero. And why wouldn't you want the city's hero? He's so reliable isn't he??

And if you don't have any interest in him he might even gaslight his followers that you don't see him in a good light so he needs them to capture you so he can "bring you to the good side" or basically manipulate so much so you love him back.

He'll also def eat up the immortal saint role omg-

Like he's literally eating up how his followers need him, and want him to guide them- but goes bonkers if you say it

(he's making you into yan mikey #2 lmao)

#yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt #tmnt #blurbs

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samshinechester · 2 months

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#no one is going to ask me how a dead hedgehog tastes like (I hope) XD Let's pretend it's not a dead hedgehog but a nice cake. What do you think it would taste like then? Huh? 👀

Oh dear. I like chocolate, and there's def some brown there, as a base. The Some-like-it-hot-wannabe highlights (I'm being very generous here, mind) remind me of caramel.

Aesthetic, 0/10. Those are the piping skills of a toddler with delusions of grandeur. Religiously watching TGBBO doesn't count, honeybee.

The cherry on top is the bowl cut, tho. I'm pretty sure he and Paul shared the same bowl to obtain, ah, this. Um. Thing. This thing here. Whatever it is.

Tl;dr, it might taste yummy, but it looks terrible. Never again, babygirl. Do it for me - I'm the most dedicated, there's no need to test my faith.

#this is terrible i love him #christoph schneider #he of the bad hair decisions #jfc christoph #asks!

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your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag · 9 months

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your hcs have intrigued me immensely and i would also like to know about funkobra if its not too much trouble :]

'if it's not too much trouble' babygirl i am literally in love with you shut up

ghoul is Never Ever Ever Ever Allowed to drive Python [kobra's bike]. well, he's not allowed to drive the Am either, but kobra enforces the rule so much harder than party. its fine though, ghoul likes riding with his arms around kobra's waist anyway :) [< oneshot idea hello.]

kobra's such a simp, like when ghoul puts even the teeniest tiniest effort into how he looks [even just like. cleaning the grease and sand and blood off his face] kobra's like. oh. hi. hello. who is this beautiful person i see. and incredibly embarrasses himself blushing. god forbid ghoul puts on eyeshadow, kobra'd DIE

one time they tried to bake together. the oven blew up.

they like watching the stars on the roof above the diner

ghoul has nightmares a lot, and kobra often wakes up in the middle of the night to find him crying, so kobra has to comfort him. usually the best way to fix it is to just hug him really really bone crushingly tight until he falls back asleep.

that's also why they never sleep in the dark, there's always a few candles on, or the blinds open so the stars light up the room

ghoul's really religious, but kobra and the witch are tight, which makes for some... interesting dynamics. ghoul's all 'kobra you have to respect her!!!' "if you're praying tell that bitch to stop resurrecting party on witchfucker wednesday"

kobra has a tattoo gun, and he's always adding ones for ghoul. the most recent ones, he got all their joy symbols done down his collarbone. kobra kisses those.

they make dumb bets all the time, like 'if this coin flip lands heads then i get all your rations for a week' "if you dont clear this jump you have to sleep outside tonight" and then jet has to come in and be like. no no. you don't get to starve eachother just because you lost a bet. you dont have to commit to the bit that hard.

kobra teaches ghoul to read, but he still likes kobra reading to him best

ghoul will only ever use petnames in spanish [i read in a fic somewhere that he was half spanish and i love that so much and now its canon to me] like, he'll never say babe or sweetheart or anything, only hermoso and los querido and mi corazon

ghoul loves bright colours and stuff, so he has a bunch of necklaces and beaded bracelets and stuff that kobra made him which he wears everywhere, even if they're under his shirt or whatever and you can't seen them. his favourite one's red and yellow.

kobra def gets really avoidant when he's anxious, and he just closes himself off from everyone, getting into a 'what if they all secretly hate me' mindset. ghoul always has to remind him no :( i dont hate you :(

they find an abandonded tin of nitrous and try to make ice cream one time, it actually works out better than they expected. buuuut then the girl gets sad because IT'S SO GOOD WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO MORE

one time ghoul //accidentally// left his bomb wip in their room. he slept in the diner booths for a week after that.

when ghoul started dressing more fem, kobra was GONE. like party has had to leave the room several times because the staring was getting embarrassing. kobra kid simp agenda!!!! im so serious!!!

:D it is literally. eleven thirty so i need to Stop but !!!! the sillies ! !!!

#remi i hope i have adequetely informed you on funkobra things always ask me if you want more hcs i love doing them #<3 #love you my silly goose #piper.txt.#piper's ask box #piper talks to the beloveds #funkobra #fun ghoul #kobra kid #mcr #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

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foxy-eva · 2 years

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Teaching & Teasing

Summary: While being stuck in a room with his coworker, Spencer Reid is eager to learn everything she is willing to teach him

Request: can I get a slightly-sub!spencer POV smut? I had an idea where fem!reader works at the BAU and they are on a case and it’s a classic *only one bed* moment but it’s raining so they’re stuck in their motel room and can’t work on the case, spencer confesses he is a virgin and reader offers to change that,, and I def want him to be more submissive in this, but not crazy submissive just more needy (light/mild bdsm is totally ok! Like scratching and hair pulling)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Virgin!Spencer, mild D/S undertones (Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader), teasing, male masturbation, handjob, oral (fem receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, premature ejaculation, loss of virginity, religious symbolism

Word count: 4.4k

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“I’m sorry guys, this hotel is overbooked. Looks like we’re gonna have to double-up,” JJ announced when she got back from the reception desk.

All flights were cancelled due to a storm, meaning we were stuck in this town in the middle of nowhere albeit already being done with working on this case. Nervously my eyes wandered to each member of my team, noticing how they already seemed to know who to share a room with - and that person wasn’t me. Morgan would have been the obvious choice but since Garcia accompanied us for this case, he was instantly called dips on by her. Hotch and Rossi took a keycard, JJ went off with Emily and I was left standing in the lobby with Y/N.

She flashed me a smirk and winked at me when she took the last keycard and motioned for me to go to the elevators with her.

“Guess you’re stuck with me, Reid. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No… not at all.”

Although the pitch of my voice jumped higher than I would have liked, it wasn’t a lie per se. I liked Y/N, I really did. The only problem was that over the past few weeks I noticed how much I liked her. And me being incredibly intimidated by her didn’t help this situation at all. So it’s needless to say that my heart almost stopped when we entered our room and discovered that there was only one queen size bed.

“Oh, now that’s interesting,” She snickered when she grasped our potential sleeping arrangement.

Panicked, I looked around the room and offered, “I can sleep on the floor, I don’t mind!”

She shook her head and waved me off. “I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor. There’s enough space for the both of us in this bed.”

For a moment I couldn’t think straight, the sound of my heartbeat suddenly drowning out my thoughts. After I remembered to let enough oxygen into my lungs, my mind raced through imaginations of sharing a bed with her. One thing I was certain of: getting through this night without my heart jumping out of my chest would be a miracle.

“So, do you prefer being the big spoon or the little one?”

I couldn’t hide my startled expression when I turned my head to look at her. “Excuse me?”

She burst out into a fit of laughter as she dropped her bag to the floor and sat on the bed. Only then I realized she was teasing me and wasn’t actually wondering about my preferred cuddle positions - not that I had any experience in either of them.

“Come on, don’t just stand there like a piece of furniture. Let’s make the best of it and watch some trash TV while emptying the minibar!” She suggested while padding the comforter beside her for me to join her. “I swear I won't bite. Unless you want me to.”

This woman is going to be the end of me. As I went over to the bed I felt like creeping closer to my own damnation, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hide my attraction if I got too close to her. She had made jokes and teasing comments before but the context of us having to share a bed made everything she said so much more suggestive.

Accepting my fate, I joined her on the mattress, sitting by her side while leaning against the headboard. There was still a gap between our bodies and she didn’t show any sign of wanting to close it, which relieved and disappointed me at the same time.

She took the remote and switched through channels, apparently not finding anything she liked to watch. Finally she decided on a soap opera I hadn’t seen before. She got up to get us some snacks from the minibar before sitting back down beside me closer than before. So close that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin without actually touching.

My attempts at keeping my heart-rate to an acceptable level were futile, my only hope being that my skin color wouldn’t turn rosy enough to reveal my current state. She seemed relaxed while the tension in my body almost became unbearable. It felt like I either had to close the gap between us to be able to feel her skin on mine to end my yearning or to get as far away from her as possible.

This is what limbo must feel like.

When she slightly leaned to my side to take a pack of snacks from my hand, the skin of our arms brushed against one another, making me almost jump at the contact. The sudden touch passed through me like electricity but instead of unloading the tension, it only grew until I felt like I was buzzing with energy.

Whether she didn’t notice my current state or she pitied me enough not to mention it I couldn’t tell. Being a profiler herself I assumed the latter. I just hoped that she didn’t think that my strong physical reaction to her proximity derived from me despising her when the polar opposite was true. Although I wasn’t too keen on letting her know that either.

Unforeseen, she handed me the remote and got up from her place beside me.

“You know what, I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

She leaned over her travel bag to get out some clothes and toiletries before she flashed me another smirk and cooed, “You can join me if you want.”

Instead of answering her I froze in my place, only able to mutter something to myself when the bathroom door was already closed. “Wh…What?”

It felt as if my body was controlled by something other than my brain when I got up and walked over to the closed bathroom door, my knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. For a moment I really contemplated asking her about her offer to join her, curious if she was being serious or not. A certain tightness straining against my pants made it clear why I had such trouble thinking coherently.

Only when I heard her turn on the water I grasped what I was doing, my hand dropping down again as I stepped back from the door. There was no way she was actually interested in a guy like me. Even if she gave me a chance to be close to her, there was nothing I could offer her. Her disappointment would be inevitable.

A breathy laugh escaped my throat as I took a book and sat back down on the bed, finding the idea that I almost embarrassed myself by stepping into the bathroom with her slightly comical. Although I tried really hard to focus my attention to the book in my hands, my mind kept drifting off to the image of Y/N under the shower.

I imagined her startled expression when I would enter the bathroom, confidently joining her in the shower and pressing my body against hers. There was no way to stop my hand from its descend into my pants, the pressure almost becoming unbearable. I touched myself where I yearned for her skin on mine, fantasizing about her practiced fingers bringing me relief.

Knowing I had to be quick, I was ruthlessly stroking myself, dancing along the brink of it almost becoming too much. Just moments before I heard her turn off the shower I spilled myself into a tissue, quickly cleaning up and throwing it away. When she stepped out of the bathroom, I was sitting on the bed with a book in my hands as if I hadn’t just sunken down to a new low.

The way she looked at me with a glimmer in her eyes and a smile spread across her face almost made me fall to my knees to confess my sins and beg for absolution. As I averted my eyes from her face, I dared to catch a glimpse of her body. She was wearing a loose tank top and patterned pajama pants. Even when her look was effortless, she still radiated a beauty I had never seen in anyone before.

When I noticed the outline of the natural curve of her chest with a hint of hardened peaks, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra and almost lost my composure for the umpteenth time that night. It was then that I stopped being ashamed about my previous actions and was actually glad that I rid myself of the tension, certain that I might have finished untouched at the sight in front of me otherwise.

“I’m bored,” she announced as she sat down on the bed beside me.

“Okay? Do you want to find something to watch?”

“No, I wanna play a game!”

For a moment I got really excited about the prospect of playing my favorite game with her when I exclaimed, “I have a travel-size chess board in my bag!”

However, she shook her head and suggested something else. “No, let’s play truth or dare. You start. Pick one!”

With furrowed brows I stared at her while I contemplated which option would be the safest. “Truth,” I finally settled on.

“What’s your body count?” She wanted to know.

Her question irritated me, so confused as to what she wanted to know I said, “As in.. people I’ve shot?”

She shook her head and started giggling. “No, silly! As in people you’ve slept with.”

Oh. For a second I acted like I was really thinking about the answer, just to buy myself time. I knew she would probably catch me lying if I did but I didn’t really want to tell her the truth either. She noticed my hesitancy to answer her and added, “I’ve heard that men usually lie about that number and that it needs to be divided by two to be closer to the truth.”

Before I could overthink it I revealed, “Well that wouldn’t make any difference in my case.”

While she stared at me wide-eyed as she grasped what I had just implied, I felt the heat rushing to my face, surely coloring my cheeks a shade redder than I would like.

“Oh.” She paused for a moment before she added, “Really?”

Suddenly my throat felt drier than ever before, any attempts of clearing it were in vain. Instead of answering her I nodded and averted my eyes from her face.

“How is that even possible? You’re so cute!”

I appreciated her attempts of making me feel better but it didn’t change the fact that I made it way too far into my twenties without any sexual experience.

“Apparently your definition of cute is not what most women look for in a man.”

Without meaning it to, that came out way harsher than I had intended. I searched for her eyes, fearing I had offended her. To my surprise I found nothing but softness in her look. She reached out her hand and touched my cheek, having me tremble at the unexpected contact.

“I’m not most women,” she purred.

Her fingers ran along my jaw, her eyes never leaving mine. I had a hard time comprehending what was happening, a part of me waiting for her to start laughing and revealing she was just teasing me.

“Truth or dare, Spencer?”

It was the first time that I’ve heard her say my first name and I felt like I was getting drunk on the sound of it. Just by making that little difference I suddenly wasn’t her colleague Reid anymore, I was so much more than that.

She licked her lips while she waited for my answer, my ability to form words already battered. She leaned closer to me, her upper body pressing against mine while her lips neared my ear. I thought she might close the gap but she never did, instead she let me feel her hot breath against even more heated skin.

“Please say dare,” she finally whispered before leaning back again to look at me.

“Dare.”

She grinned when she heard my answer and I could have sworn that her irises turned a shade darker. Her palm cradled my face, having me lean into the touch. For a moment I closed my eyes only to abruptly open them again when I heard her say, “I dare you to let me kiss you.”

Again I nodded instead of answering her, only to whimper when she got up from her spot beside me to straddle me instead. Needless to say I was hard again the moment she sat down on my lap. By now I was already too far gone to care about what she might think about the obvious display of my desire. All I wanted was to be close to her.

Before closing the gap separating our lips, she halted to make sure of something. “Do you want this?”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, with my hands cupping her cheeks I pulled her closer, our mouths clashing together in a hasty kiss. I felt her smile against my lips at my eagerness, gladly reciprocating my actions. It felt like I was melting into her, our mouths brushing against one another while her tongue joined mine in this dance. It was clear that she had the upper hand in our union and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

There was no stopping my hips from slightly bucking upwards to feel more of her. She praised my motion with a moan against my lips as her core pressed against my hardness. One of her hands wandered to the nape of my neck, intertwining her fingers with my curls on the back of my head. Without any warning, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to get access to my neck.

The sudden harshness let the thumps of my pulse go wild and whines escape my throat, even more so when she bit down on the skin right below my ear. Gentle kisses along my throat contradicted her previous actions only to be followed by the sensation of her lips sucking against my pulse point. My hands hovered over her waist, scared to make an unwanted move, careful not to throw her off.

Her lips found mine again before she pulled back to look at me. With dilated pupils, heated cheeks and lips plump from kissing she looked more stunning than I had ever seen her before. While still feeling slightly intimidated by her, she looked at me with the utmost adoration in her eyes. Her soft side was oozing out together with something that could only be described as lust.

Her hands found mine, still hovering over her sides and helped me make contact with her body.

“You can touch me, you know,” she purred while moving my hands together with hers down to her hips.

I was still unsure of what to do, so I told her, “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh don’t worry,” she snickered while wiggling her hips, “I am very comfortable.”

She started rocking her core against my length, making my skin burn with anticipation. When she ground over my tip I whimpered, my fingertips burying into the fabric covering her hips and moving along with them to intensify her motions.

“Eager boy.”

She kissed me once more without ever stopping to rock against me. Her hands wandered to the buttons of my shirt, fumbling with them while she whispered, “I want you, Spencer.”

“I want you, too. So much.”

She halted her movements and looked at me. “If you need to slow down or want to stop, just tell me. Nothing has to happen tonight. Do you understand?”

Just like before, I nodded. This time that wasn’t enough for her.

“Can you use your words, sweet boy?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand.”

And I did understand her although her words still didn’t make sense to me. Why would I want to stop whatever is going to happen tonight? On more than one occasion had I allowed myself to fantasize about this exact moment with her.

Slowly she rid me of my shirt before I dared to push her top upwards as well. She lifted her arms for me to pull it over her head, letting it drop to the side of the bed. My palms made contact with the softness of her chest, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. When I let my thumbs brush over her nipples a sigh fell from her lips.

My eyes darted between her curves and her face, not allowing myself to miss any of her reactions to my touches. She only ever denied me that when her lips found mine again, kissing me with a fervor I hadn’t anticipated. I let my fingertips wander over the tender skin of her upper body, caressing every inch of her I could reach.

She left my lap to lay down beside me, her hand trailing down my body before her fingertips danced along the waistband of my pants where I was straining painfully against the fabric. She looked at me with a provocative grin, her eyes dark and glimmering.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

I really tried to form words this time but I was already so lost in this situation.

“Tell me what you want, Spencer,” she demanded.

With all my willpower I was able to mutter, “Touch me, please.”

“You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

Just like earlier I was sure once more that this woman would be the end of me. But at least now I knew that I would die a happy man. “My cock. Please… Touch my cock.”

“I didn’t know that a sweet boy like you would be able to use such crude language.”

She ended my suffering with her hand gripping my erection through the fabric of my slacks. I almost lost my mind when she started rubbing her palm against it but it was nothing compared to what I felt when she removed my pants and touched it without any barrier. The image of her fingers wrapping around my cock would be imprinted in my memory forever, I was sure of that.

My whole body trembled when she started to stroke me and I couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers falling from my lips. Before I got too close to the point of no return, I stopped her hand with mine and pushed it aside. To my surprise she let me and didn’t say anything when I readjusted our positions so she would lie on her back with me hovering over her.

My heart was thumping loud against my chest, nervous about putting into practice what I had read up on countless times. After letting our lips meet again, I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, lingering at her breasts until I was sure I had kissed and licked over every bit of them. Wandering further down, I trailed kisses along her stomach, noticing how her muscles twitched and her skin broke out in chills. I sat up beside her as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down when she lifted her hips.

“God, you’re incredibly beautiful,” I mumbled while I let my eyes roam over her body before finding her face again.

She smiled at me and purred, “So are you.”

My hands ran along the insides of her thighs, making her spread her legs slightly and revealing already glistening folds.

“Can I taste you?”

She opened her thighs to make space for me while she told me to go ahead. I laid down between her legs and instantly started to pepper her inner thighs with little kisses. When I got closer to her center I took a moment to take in the sight. Although staring in awe at her beauty made me really happy, it wasn’t enough for me. I needed more of her. I needed all of her.

One of my fingers glided through silken skin, spreading her arousal while she started to squirm. I took mental notes about each of her reactions to my touch, storing them away in my mind for the unlikely event of her letting me near her again sometime.

Her heady scent had already clouded my mind but when I collected her taste on my tongue as I let it run through her crevice, I completely indulged in this moment. It was as if I was granted the first drop of water after wandering through the desert for weeks. Her folds felt delicate and velvety against my tongue, akin to the fragile petals of the most precious flower.

I felt her hand grip my hair, gently guiding me to where she wanted to feel me the most. When I closed my lips around the bud of her core, she started rocking her hips against my face while the sweetest sounds escaped her mouth. I swung my arms around her thighs to keep her steady while I kept doing what she seemed to enjoy.

Her wetness started to coat the lower half of my face while she pressed me further into her flesh with her hand on the back of my head. The combination of her scent and her reaction to my ministrations was intoxicating and dizzying. She tensed beneath me while tremors wrecked through her body every few seconds.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Don’t stop!”

Nothing would have been able to distract me from my mission to bring her pleasure until I felt her hand against my forehead, pushing me away from her. Baffled, I looked up at her, wondering if I did something to displease her. Her eyes were weary when they found mine, her cheeks rosy and her chest heaving. She beckoned for me to lay down beside her.

“You did so good, my sweet boy,” she cooed while wiping my face clean with her thumb.

I still felt dazed and had troubles grasping what I had just experienced. “I did? Then why did you make me stop?”

“Because it gets too much after climaxing.”

“Oh… Oh.” I replayed the images in my head, retrospectively identifying the telltale signs of her orgasm.

“You didn’t notice? I told you, you did good,” she giggled.

“It’s just that I’ve read how complicated it was to pleasure a woman. Only that wasn’t hard at all.”

Her giggles turned into a whole-hearted laugh at my naiveté and I couldn’t help but chuckle myself, feeling relieved that she seemed to be pleased.

“It’s not hard when you pay attention to the other person’s reactions. Speaking of…,” she paused and motioned down to my still painfully hard length. “What are we going to do with you?”

She didn’t give me enough time to answer, instead pushing her hands against my shoulders so I would lay on my back. Just like before she straddled my hips, hovering over me just inches over my aching erection. She leaned down to kiss me and I wondered if she could taste herself on my lips.

After a moment she pulled back to whisper, “I would really like to know how your cock feels inside me. But we can stop if you’re not ready.”

“No, please. Don’t stop. But I… don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean, so I’m down if you are,” she let me know.

There was no reason to doubt what she told me so I nodded once more as I watched her spit in her palm before she gave me a few more strokes. After that she didn’t waste any time to position me at her entrance and sink down on me. The sensation of her tightness enveloping me was almost too much to bear.

With closed eyes she seemed to revel in the sensation of me filling her out. As I twitched inside her I felt her walls pulsating against the extent of my desire. I didn’t expect how overwhelmed I would get once she started to move on top of me. Her hands rested on my chest as she rocked against me.

When she started to accelerate her movements I felt my breaking point approaching way quicker than I would have liked. My hands flew to her hips, my fingertips burying into the soft flesh in an attempt to slow her down. She didn’t seem fazed by that, instead smirking at me while she clearly noticed me falling apart.

“Fuck I… You need to slow down, I can’t hold back any longer like this,” I finally confessed.

She didn’t though, instead she purred, “Oh please, Spencer. Don’t hold back.”

I clenched my teeth and begged my body to hold onto just a little while longer. “I don’t want to disappoint you,” I muttered.

That’s what made her halt her motion. She leaned down to place her lips on mine while her fingertips caressed the side of my face before she softly purred, “You could never disappoint me. You already made me very happy, so now it’s your turn.”

Sitting back up, she started moving again, quickly accelerating her pace as I danced along the brink of my impending climax.

“Come for me, sweet boy. Let go.”

And I did. My whole body shook as I found my release, buried deep inside of her. She kept rocking against my hips until I had nothing left to give her. While still being inside her, she collapsed into my arms and buried her face in the crook of my neck as she evened out her breathing. I wrapped my arms around her body to keep her as close as possible.

When she attempted to get up from her position I whined, not allowing her to move away.

“Spencer,” she laughed, “I need to get cleaned up.”

I let her go then, watching her every move and noticing how my essence slowly dripped down her thighs as she got up. She hurried to the bathroom only to be back inside my arms in no time. Over the course of the evening her skin pressed against mine started to feel so familiar to me. Her embrace felt like home.

“I could get used to this,” she mumbled as she nestled her body up against mine.

“Maybe we should share a room more often.”

She looked up at me after hearing my suggestion, flashing me the same smirk that had caused my insides to tingle several times tonight. Her mouth found mine in a soft kiss before I heard her whisper against my lips, “Or maybe you should take me out on a date.”

“Even better.”

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Ok, ok, it's been so long and I have many things to say.

First, I already have a sketch of Miguel (kind of), and he looks so soft. I was going in with super low expectations because he is so hard to draw, but I love how it came out! School keeps me busy, and I suck at managing my time, but I'll draw Pavitr soon enough so I can get started with fanarts (If I hear another engineer say my career is easy I'm losing it)

Second, the nickname post was so cute!!! I always love Miguel fluff. We don't have enough of it. I remember one time you hinted Miguel might or might not get jealous in one part of Nonviolent Communication but if I'm being honest I can't see Miguel being a jealous type (Although I'd love to read your take on it) I think he is more of an insecure person. Sure, I see him getting angry and even uncomfortable if someone flirts or tries anything with his partner, but not because he is jealous but rather because he wants his partner to be safe. I picture him hugging them the moment he gets home and just melting with them in his arms, nuzzling his nose against their hair, drowning in them. I think he focuses more on their safety than in any other thing.

"Did he touch you? Offer you something? What else did he say? Are you sure you're ok?"

In his mind, he is just glad they're safe and comfortable. Anything else is secondary, but I can maybe see him getting jealous of the attention they give to others, but if that's the case, I think he would just start saying nonstop that they are his and they're in a relationship at every opportunity he gets. He would also stand closer, just as an extra precaution (because he is petty like that)

Ya, por último, do you think Miguel eats red meat during Easter? I'm sure he allows Gabri to do so, but I have this silly idea that Miguel just... doesn't. He isn't religious or anything, but whenever he serves something with red meat to his daughter, he hears his mom telling him that he shouldn't eat that because it's disrespectful. Again, he isn't religious, but I like to think that something deep inside him tells him he shouldn't. Like that feeling when you can finally do something your parents didn't allow (like pulling an all-nighter or trying a certain food or watching a show). It's not guilt. It just feels odd... So he instead cooks seafood unless Gabri specifically says she wants something else. It's a silly idea, but I feel it's something ATSV Miguel would do

I'm sorry for the late answer! I'll check the last headcanons I sent you so I can answer your questions on them in another message (and show you my sketch). I feel this one is too long already. Take care!!!

Hi @coralskybunny !! I'm so happy to see your ask 😊

I love seeing that you're doing well with your drawing journey, especially drawing Miguel!! He's def hard to draw (I'm still struggling and I've been bad about practicing, too, because of poor time management recently😭 so that doesn't help! Really hoping to get back into it this week tho, so I can draw him correctly one day), so I'm happy that you love the way it turned out!! I'd love to see your sketch and the full fanarts of your headcannons once you're ready to post it!! I was actually thinking about the last ones you sent the other day because in the upcoming chapter Miguel, Pav, and Hobie will have a scene together, so I thought of you and your headcannons!! 🥺 Also, good luck with school, haha!! I'm going to make a guess that you're studying architecture? I always see that engineers and architects have beef, so that's my educated guess! But don't feel pressured to confirm! Either way, no career is easy, they're all hard in their own way 😭

Also, thank you!! I'm glad you liked the nicknames for Miguel post!! I've been meaning to post a little more since I feel like I rarely post original content, even though I have a lot of ideas but sometimes lack of time and overthinking stops me. I do agree that we need more Miguel fluff though!! We need more people to write or send fluff requests to writers!! We need like a fluff week of writing or something for Miguel!!

AWWW your jealous Miguel idea just got me in my feelings for real!!!!! 🥹🥹 Him being focused on his partner's safety more than anything >>>>> why is he not real???? No, I totally agree that Miguel would be more insecure than anything!! In Nonviolent Communication, I've included that Miguel has felt/sometimes still feels insecure about his appearance and his family life (the parents situation), so if we do have jealous Miguel in the fic... 👀 This aspect will def play into it. Also, the bit about him being more jealous of the attention - I can see this as well!! But in the fluffy way that Miguel just loves receiving his partner's attention, you know?

I can see him def making it known that his partner is taken especially if he sees that his partner feels uncomfortable by someone trying to make a move on them despite already making it known they're taken, so Miguel then steps in and we have him pulling them into him, placing his hand on their waist, and "hola, mi amor" or whatever nickname he has for his partner, to emphasize to the person to stop bothering his partner.

But do trust that if we see jealous Miguel in Nonviolent Communication, it won't be him going crazy or acting aggressive/hostile. I don't want to say much but believe me, we'll continue to see soft Miguel no matter the situation, even when he gets all celoso and grumpy, which I can see him displaying - grumpiness, not aggression!!

I'm very quickly going to say that I didn't know you're a Spanish speaker, so I'm delightfully surprised to see your Spanish in this ask!!! :) But about Easter and whether Miguel follows lent - it's actually crazy that you bring this up because I was thinking about this, too, recently as I'm Catholic and was not eating red meat. And well, this man truly does live rent free in my head and being Mexican, I like to wonder about his experiences - both the serious and the funny ones - as a Latino.

I hope I'm not rambling from this point on but this is something very interesting to think about, so here we go!! I know in a comic run it's mentioned that he's not religious but that he still finds himself at times doing certain things out of habit because he grew up in a Catholic home. He doesn't identify as one though, but instead as an atheist. That's comic Miguel and that's what I've seen so far from doing research in the past for the fic. I haven't read the comics yet, so I may be missing some information but that seems to be it.

ATSV Miguel on the other hand... I have a feeling he's not super religious right now (maybe hasn't been for several years), but he's also not an atheist?? It's more like he's lost a lot of faith at one point with so many negative events and situations taking place in his life (and like, I wouldn't blame him because if the writers stick to comic events... I would, too, lowkey). I think he probably has an ongoing inner conflict with his religion. Despite that, I truly do think that he still respects not eating red meat during lent for the reason that it's so ingrained into his brain that doing that is bad.

I can see him letting Gaby eat whatever, especially her being a child and children being excused (at least that's my knowledge; children, the elderly, and those sick/injured are excused), if she wishes to eat red meat but like you said, I imagine he finds himself cooking meals without red meat because again, it's ingrained into his mind that eating red meat is disrespectful. Also, the fact that he lives in a New York that's heavily influenced by Latin culture - I feel like that also influences him and leads him to opt out from eating red meat.

But I don't know, that's my idea as of right now! It's certainly so so interesting to think about and I like how I have a favorite character that I can think about in these contexts that are familiar to me (and to so many other fans). I really hope that we get to see much more about Miguel's backstory in BTSV regarding these little things because I certainly find it intriguing. I think it'd add another layer to his character, too! I just really want more Miguel content, let's be real 😭 but yeah those are my thoughts on it! I'm sorry for how long this turned out!!

I look forward to reading your responses and seeing your sketch!!! I really enjoy your asks, so thank you for sending this one!!!! Take care friend, and have a wonderful day/night!! ❤️

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #asked and answered

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