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inkyquince · 11 months

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another miguel thing?

yeah.

content warning. blood play, anal, a bit feral at times miguel, praise sorta, biting and scratching and general asshole miggy. 2.8k lol.

A SPECIAL thank you for @thelittletoadintheroad and @dokidokirozz for the spanish lessons, on gOD, i would be crying and shidding rn without them right now!

you're not his. He knows that. You were never his, not connected to him in any way. You belong to a different spiderman, another Peter. You. Are. Not. His.

But he wishes you were.

Your Peter refused to join unless you were with him. He didn't fully understand until later. You were that fucking addictive. Miguel was as bad as your Peter at times, seeing him when you were with him, and getting all mopey and fucking annoying when you were gone. Except your Peter wasn't as bad as him. Maybe because he actually had you.

Miguel didn't know when he got so bad. He.... He wasn't bad, not like the villains they were keeping contained, ready to be sent back to their own dimension. He wasn't evil. But at one point, something switched in his brain. You were so fucking good, and he didn't deserve you. Not after what he did, to an innocent girl, to a world of civilians.

He didn't deserve the goodness that came with being with you. You weren't universally beloved, not like the MJs and the Gwens usually are, but Miguel sees you. He sees why someone could rely on you. Sees why someone would go to pieces if they can't return home to you.

Trying to be friends with you doesn't fucking work. Miguel doesn't have proper "work friends" just people he gets along with and people he wants to stay quiet and go do their job. He struggles to remember a time if he actually did have people close to him. Other than...

Fuck.

He wasn't getting any closer to you by trying to be friendly. Not when your Peter was constantly hovering. Miguel was starting to taste blood in his mouth more and more, from dragging his tongue over his canines over and over again whenever he was around. It was worse when you were around.

Soft little thing. He always fucking towered over you. Blood in his mouth, hot and slippery on his teeth as you dropped by momentarily to talk to one of the Spideys. You were always out of reach, tantalising and distant and perfect... And not his.

"Late night?" Miguel was startled, but he didn't show it. His fingers barely even twitched as your voice.

"... Every night is a late night." He didn't turn around to look at you, but his senses were screaming at him.

You were coming closer, gait easy and unafraid, when you really fucking should be.

"That probably sucks for your sleep schedule. You're like a college student hopped up on energy drinks and coffee." You replied easily, leaning against one of the panels just to peer at him.

Miguel's fingers paused for a second, almost feeling the heat radiating off of you.

"... I don't need much sleep." He finally replied, before continuing his work, fingers flying over the keys.

"You could use some."

"What?"

"Sleep, Miguel. You could use some. The bags under your eyes are designer at this point." You continued, at complete ease.

He just gave an unimpressed snort, pausing to rub at his eyes momentarily. Copper. He could taste copper again.

"Or go do something relaxing. Get a drink with the others. Take a spa day. Ever wanted to take up dancing, I kn-"

"Why are you here." Miguel finally snapped. Blood coated his tongue, seeping through his teeth. It wasn't a question, it was a demand for you to fuck off. A plea. "You shouldn't be back here."

"I shouldn't? Was there a sign-"

"Because I'm telling you." Miguel sharply turned around, gritting his teeth and stepping closer to your smaller form. "And you should do what I say, little thing."

The last part slipped out by accident. You would always be tiny compared to his 6'7, broad, muscular frame. He could fucking manhandle you, and he should. Grab you by the neck, drag you out. Grip your upper arm and make you leave. Take both of your wrists in his hand and pin them down and-

"Fuckin hell, Miguel. I'm trying to be your friend and-"

"My friend? I don't need any friends, especially someone like you." Someone like you, who should be kept at home, warming his bed, climbing into his fuckin lap. He doesn't want to be your fucking friend, he wants to be fucking you, licking into your mouth, getting to have you fully and wholly.

"What does that mea-"

"It means that your man should keep a closer eye on you." Miguel hisses, something in his stomach growing. "It means that if I was him, I wouldn't let you wander around, like a little puta perdida."

You stared at him, mouth agape, soft, wet tongue peeking out. On instinct, he dragged his own bloodied one over his white front teeth. Your eyes followed the movement. If you didn't fucking cut it out, he was going to... He was going to...

He was going to sink his claws into your back. His fucking teeth into your throat. Miguel was going to lose it, and become some sort of beast. Some sort of fucking monster.

He licked his canine again. Your eyes flicked to his mouth before focusing on his throat instead.

"... Are you talking about Peter?" You finally asked, feeling his dark eyes burning into your face.

"Who else?" Miguel sneered.

"Peter isn't... He isn't "my man", he''s my friend. So-"

He could hear nothing but static in his ears. Your mouth was moving, words were coming out, but he could only block it all out to focus on that mouth.

"- So no need to be a fucking asshole about it." He clued back in to your words and fixed you with a piercing look. "Got it? Good. I just won't fucking try with you next time."

You turned away from him. You were walking away from him. You didn't get to do that.

One moment you were heading towards the only source of bright light in the room, the door, the next you were slammed up against a console. Thick, tight fingers were gripping the back of your neck, sharp claws digging into the skin and piercing through enough for blood to start seeping from the cuts.

"Migu-"

One palm left its harsh grip on your waist to come around and cover your mouth, his hand big enough to cover over half your face, also covering your nose.

"Déjame sentirte." His broad chest rumbled behind you, voice rumbling like a purr.

All the simmering anger had been replaced with something else... Something that felt far more dangerous. From a snapping predator, on edge, to a playful beast, at ease enough to play with his food.

"Not with him, hm." Miguel was just holding you, down and close, but not doing anything, not yet. You couldn't even reply to him, not with his cool hand pressed against your lips.

You felt his entire body shift, his sharp hips coming to fully rest against your ass, chest pressing tightly against your back, and the tip of his nose resting against your nape. You could hear him inhale deeply, dragging his parted lips over the skin of your neck, breathing you in until his mouth came to rest just behind your ear.

"Quédate quieta por mí ." His voice was hoarse, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You froze up fully. You had been kinda crushing on the loner, the only Spidey without a sense of humour. It's why you had been bugging him, trying to get him out of his damn shell, but fuck. This situation had fucking escalated so fast, from Miguel being an asshole, to manhandling you over the consoles and his hand slowly drifting from you mouth, down to your stomach. Just carressing slowly, pinching the soft skin a bit, like a lion preparing to claw open the belly of its downed prey.

"Miguel-" You started to whisper, not entirely sure what you wanted to tell him, maybe to stop, maybe to continue, but he hushed you again.

You were half sure that if you actively fought his grip, he'd... He'd let you go. But you stayed still. Let him touch from your stomach, up, to drag his palm over your chest. You began to squirm, the sharp fingertips starting to tickle instead of nick your skin.

"Didn't I tell you to keep still?" Miguel murmured, his lips dragging slowly over your skin before pressing his mouth against the side of your neck.

His tongue drags slowly over your pulse point, tasting the... The fear? The arousal? The exhilaration that ebbs from your skin, the blood beating quickly through your body. The vein underneath the flesh thrummed against his tongue, closing his eyes at the feeling of your fragile little heart pumping your warm blood as fast as it can. He could only sigh before rearing his head back like a cobra and sinking his broad fangs deep into your neck.

You gasp out, breath hitching, ready to let out a scream. But it never comes. It sits underneath your tongue, thick and struggling to slip free. Something cold slips from his fangs, shooting through your veins. Your body totally freezes up, but not from fear.

Miguel had paralyzed you. His venom sinks into your muscles, leaving your skin tingling and everything from your hear to your lungs slowed.

"Better." He murmured, more to himself than you, his other hand finally letting go of you to join the other in exploring your body.

Eventually, he gets sick of feeling you up over your clothing. With just a flick of his thumb, he slices through your shirt, and makes a sizeable opening of your trousers. Miguel simply drags his large hands over your chest, down to your stomach to your hips, but he focuses on getting your trousers down to your ankles.

"Nice underwear." He sounded more amused than you had ever heard him. Like the person he used to be.

The pros of wearing plain, bland underwear, you guess.

Hooking his thumb under the side of your underwear, he easily dragged it down to your thighs, and left them there. As he dragged the tip of his nose over your freshly freed legs, he parted his lips slightly, just to inhale your scent slowly. It was embarrassing, the way he was practically breathing in your taste and smell.

"You're getting excited." Miguel dragged his tongue over his canine, eyes fixed on your crotch. He could fucking smell it. The sweet slick slipping past your cute slit. Like pearls.

He wants to have a taste.

Swiping his thumb over the opening, he gathered enough to get a tangible taste when he stuck it into his mouth, sucking it clean.

"Deliciosa." Miguel murmured, mostly to himself. "Pero no tanto como tú sangre."

He dragged his thumb over you again, tasting a bit more but seemed to lose interest after a while, taking a keen interest in something else.

"This is too tight for you to not be a virgin here." His wettened thumb dragged over your untouched asshole, digging in his nail enough to slip past the tight ring.

A whine slips from your throat and you can feel Miguel's thumb flex inside of you, as if on instinct. He slowly pulls his finger back out, instead squeezing at your ass to part them. You could only feel his hot breath at first, before his tongue dragged roughly over your rim. You sounded so good to him, making those soft noises, slipping past your paralyzed lips. After a few more licks, he finally pressed the tip of his tongue inside of you.

He was always more of an ass man, and getting to roughly tongue fuck your hole was doing things to him, thing he hadn't felt for a hot moment. His cock strained against his spider suit, precum leaking through the material. God, he always wanted to fuck you. He wanted you so badly, but of course his thoughts would lead to him imagining how exaclty he'd have you. You'd be the reason he finally goes back to a shitty apartment, to lie down on top of you and finally rest. Let your thighs take care of his hard cock, before he presses his cock inside of you to cockwarm until he woke back up and got to fuck you properly. Miguel always supposed he should feel guilty to think of a Peter's partner like that, but now? It didn't fucking matter. He'd have taken you eventually either way, but now he doesn't have to banish one of his Spiderpeople to their dimension and strand you here.

Here with him. Making those cute little noises as he sucked on your puffy rim, teasing the poor nerves. Some part of him thought they he should wait till you're unparalyzed, so you could tell him if you even wanted to fuck your asshole open. But he waited too long.

Miguel dragged his claws over your cheeks, creating raised, puffy red lines, small dots of red seeping through. He needed to mark you. He wanted to have your body covered in bites and scratch marks, hidden with your clothes, but he would know. He would fucking know every inch of skin, every part you would deem too embarrasing for him to see, and every part he'd demand to explore.

It was getting too much. His cock was hard and aching and needed to be fucked into you until you could only take him.

"Relajate por mi." Miguel finally straightened up, a ghost of a sarcastic smile dancing on his lips.

Sick fucker.

"No voy a dejar que te vayas." He whispered, voice throaty and low. "No hasta que conozcas la forma de mi polla dentro de ti. Understand?"

He wasn't really listening for a confirmation. You listened to the sound of his suit shifting, an appreciative hum as his fat cockhead tapped against your hole.

"Take a deep breath." Miguel ordered you, the tip of his cock already slowly pressing in. "I'm not going to stop. Not now. So relax."

His cock was too fucking big, even with the tongue job he gave your ass. He drank in the sight of his fat erection, already stuffing your hole, even with just a quarter of it pressing in. You couldn't even hold back the moans, the heat in your stomach numbing your brain. Everything so fuzzy, with the only thing keeping you grounded being your ass being stretched wide open.

"Fuck." Miguel breathed, pressing into you all in one go, the only resistance coming from how tight you were.

He finally bottomed out, his balls pressing against your crotch. You could even feel how full and throbbing they were, ready to be spilled into you. Going to ruin you for any other man. Get with anyone else, and you'll be thinking of him as they try to fuck into you.

Miguel didn't wait. Immediately, he was fucking into you, balls slapping against your sweating skin, your mixed precum dripping down your thighs. You wanted to cling to him. You wanted to call his name. You wanted to let him pick you up and pin you down and fuck into you like a beast. Scratch and bite and breed your poor ass till you couldn't feel anything but the shape of him ingrained within you.

"Mine now." He breathed, digging his clawed thumbs into the small of your back, letting blood seep out and slither down, towards where his cock was fucking into your ass roughly.

A dark red rim begin to form along with the creamy white precum around his cock. It was fucking beautiful. His hole. All for him. He didn't even care if you did have someone, even if that someone wasn't Peter. He was going to steal you away from the world, keep you locked away if he had to. The outside world had already taken enough from him, and you weren't going to be another thing.

Poor you. Miguel hadn't been intimate with someone else in a long fucking time. He had you in there for long enough that the next shift of people started, but no one dared to intrude in his space. He'd maul anyone who stepped through that door. You were all his now, as the poison wore off, and you let him carry all your weight when you slumped against him. You could feel the stretch in your ass, you could feel all the marks from his claws.

The most distracting, was every time Miguel sought your lips out with his, languidly pressing his tongue in, just to taste you.

You weren't going to go anywhere, not when he would always be three steps behind you.

puta perdida- lost bitch

Déjame sentirte- let me feel you

Quédate quieta por mí- stay still for me

Pero no tanto como tú sangre- Not as tasty as your blood

Relajate por mi- Relax for me

No voy a dejar que te vayas. No hasta que conozcas la forma de mi polla dentro de ti- I'm not letting you leave. Not until you know the shape of my cock inside of you.

#nsft #quincewrites #miguel o hara #miguel x reader #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A QUICK THING #... and i wanted to make it noncon sex and cheating but i fucking got all soft after watching the first movie last night and seeing him sof #anyway #ill do that version later lmao #atspv

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kapposuch · 1 year

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You get in a fistfight

Bad Batch x reader (headcannons)

Warnings: Fighting, Alcohol, Slightly suggestive in some spots, nothing too spicy though

I'm super fucking ill rn and have been recovering from a medical procedure so here's some 100% self serving headcannons about my favourite group of boys because I'm itching for some sort of drama <3

apologies if this isn't great but I'm here to entertain myself for the long run

Scenario

It's an easy going night, and you're all in Cid's parlour, sitting in a booth and relaxing with drinks after a lovely payout from a very high-risk high-reward job. As the night went on, the rowdier you happened to get, as did the remainder of the group of people that had come into the parlour to bet on Omega's killer games of Dejarik, much to Hunters disdain.

An imposing zabrak seemed pretty intent on getting hefty winnings, so when things didn't go his way and he was beaten by the girl with the sunny smile, he too, got rowdy.

You were heading back from the bar with another round of drinks served by Cid, when he grumbled some obscenities towards Omega, to which, you were very much not impressed. Now, you're in no way a helicopter parent over this 5-parent child, but like hell were you letting that slide.

Can't have a Ho-down without a throw-down.

And so, you hit the fuck it button, my personal favourite, and take one of the drinks to pour down his face. A fist fight ensues. Naturally.

Hunter

He wants to be surprised, he really does, but he saw this coming from a mile away

sort of just sits there and sighs, a lil shake of his head as he waits for you to finish this man and head back to them

he is in no way, shape, or form, worried about you. in the same way he'd let his brothers kick up a bar fight without stepping in to help, he'll do the same with you, because clearly, you can handle yourself.

and Christ, can you handle yourself

fists are flying, people are cheering, and Hunter feels a twinge of pride come barrelling towards him

a sort of 'hey, I taught them that' moment

you're honestly having the time of your life, which is valid, but also makes you some what of a target

if someone else steps in to help the zabrak who instigated, he's sure as shit gonna stand up and give them the coldest glare known to man.

you're definitely relying on hand to hand right now, keeping on your toes and being swift, all the while being at least a tad tipsy, which, props to you, Hunter is shocked by your tenacity

the fight doesn't take long to end, especially since you're hyped enough to take on a Rancor. last time he did that, it took Wrecker at least 10 minutes, and all of his own energy to do that

he'll settle you by his side once it's over, and have a sort of look that says 'you really shouldn't have' while he cuddles you tight to his side and takes a swig of his drink

if you're wounded in any way, expect some PDA. while it's not usually his go to, he's not particularly sober so wouldn't mind kissing your knuckles or grazing his fingers across your cheeks to check for cuts or scratches.

if there's anything bad, he'll scoop you into his lap and make sure to rub or kiss you better, and promises to administer first aid whenever you're ready to go

he knows alcohol works like a numbing agent, so either way, you'll be feeling it in the morning. so he may as well let you enjoy the rest of your fun as to not leave a sour taste in your mouth

he's proud as fuck, honestly.

depending on how much he's drank, he'll coo into your ear how much he'd love to 'spar' with you another time to help you out with some techniques.

all the while, snaking his arms around your waist, resting them on your thighs, and giving a light squeeze.

nothing better than some possessive squeezes to ignite the fire in your belly

Wrecker

now,

in most circumstances, this man would just stand up when this asshat throws, or even threatens, to punch you, and that would just about chase anyone away

but he's had some drinks, and wants to witness chaos as much as the next good Samaritan. and who are you to deny the sunshine rainbow boy a healthy dose of chaos

there is a lot of items being thrown, much to Cid's clear disdain, but you don't care. you have claimed a chair and it is no longer for sitting, it's an improvised projectile

you land plenty of hits on this poor sod of a man, before he eventually backs down, all the while Wrecker is experiencing the entertainment of his life

it's hilarious to see someone he'd consider relatively calm lose their shit and start swinging, and to have that person be his? he already knows you have his back no matter what, but you have sealed the deal

"Your hand, I need it. so I can marry you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

you're probably hurt. you threw a chair, hon, you're gonna be hurt, it probably ricocheted and bounced directly off your skull, which

I'm not saying is a good thing, but I'm so glad, it made him keel over laughing. he cares but Christ it was beautiful.

if you come back to him hurt, he'll start pestering Tech to take a look at you, all the while cradling you like a baby and providing you with kisses and compliments on your wild gremlin-like fighting skills

you fit perfectly in his lap, so that's where you're staying, where he can keep you safe and let you calm down from all the excitement.

he's proud. he shouldn't be, because you just about beat that man within an inch of his life, but he's proud.

"That's ma' pardner!"

sounds like a cowboy because since when does he pronounce words properly. we love him though, our big dumb cowboy

you're the chaotic duo no one asked for

if it happens again (it probably will), no holding back. he will start throwing things. including his food if necessary

Tech

he was waiting for this.

saw it coming a mile away

you're not the best at fighting but you're not the worst, so he wants to let it play out, but at the same time, he's calculating the chances of a tipsy, maybe even drunken you winning a fight with someone who's clearly more sober than you are

but he knows better than to underestimate the power of alcohol, and his love of course

most of the time is spent staring down at his holopad, with the occasional glance up to check that you're still physically standing

at some point, he gets bored of not having your presence next to him, so he'll stand and make himself known to your assailant

"I'd recommend sitting back down, y/n. It's clear someone so desperate for masculine validity isn't going to back down until you're giving in."

You look at him with the most confused eyes, having just about no idea what he said, but you know it was a roast as this zabrak has eyes on Tech

now, our sweet boy has no reason to prove himself. he's plenty good in battle, as you've seen, and it's naturally a mistake to try and take on a clone

your foe just about throws himself towards Tech with quite a lot of force, to which goggles simply steps to the side, takes his dance partner by the wrist and thigh, and tosses him over his head onto the floor

you're absolutely gobsmacked

Tech seems utterly unfazed and grabs you by the wrist this time, gently pulling you back to the table, all the while stepping over this poor bastard sprawled on the dirty floor

he sits you down, gives you a once over for bruises or wounds, before getting comfy and diving into his holopad

he shuts things out for a little while, though eventually, a free hand makes its way to lace fingers with yours between you

he'll lean over and whisper as to not interrupt his brothers conversation

"If you like, I'll teach you proper self defence. You're fine on your own, but it'd be smart to learn suitable techniques."

it's endearing, and the sort of compliment that doesn't sound like one, but you know it is, and you absolutely agree to it

anything to spend more time with him

Echo

he's stunned for the most part, considering how calm you often tend to be around him

but he's not seen a bar fight since he was last at 79's with the 501st

a blast from the past, but a welcome one all the same

he's close to getting up and joining you while you're throwing punches, but he decides against it. he'll step in if you need him, so he'll just sit back and watch

considering he's had quite a few, and despite being half machine, he's still got the guts and brain of a clone, he's happily tipsy

some of the patrons don't seem so happy to be dodging a fight between a complete gremlin and a man with a dick smaller than your pinky nail, and you get a few threats from others mid fight

you're already too focused on your swings, dodging here and there to notice the words

Echo noticed though

now, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved, but now that you're getting threats to be ganged up against?

no sir.

he's swearing like a sailor, honestly. throwing a few 'shit's and 'bastards' here and there as he grumbles his way over to you

the zabrak eventually notices he's got what looks like a tank of a man hounding up the way behind you, and gradually raises his hands, asking to drop the fight

you have no idea Echo is now behind you, and with a healthy swing, you get a nice crack to your foes jaw

and down he goes

everyone gets back to it and your opponent, slumped on the dirty floor where he belongs, is left to sit

by the time you realise Echo is behind you, he's already chuckling, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you to his chest

he's mighty proud of you for handling the situation, and tells you he came for moral support, or defence if anyone else got involved, leaving you giddy

"good job, mesh'la, maybe you could... show me some of your moves another time?"

leaves a rough kiss on your cheek, almost as if to say to the rest of the parlour, 'this ones mine'

confident drunk. change my mind. I dare you

he's a bit too whizzed to check you for injuries, but so are you. you're not feeling anything but a flame in your belly as you sit down with him, almost on his lap

he won't let you go for the rest of the night, always reaching around you to pick up his drink to take a sip. his arm will not unwrap from you. you're stuck with him

I don't think you mind, though ;)

Crosshair

he really wants to care

but Jesus Christ he's had enough of this shit from the good ol' days with the rest of the 99'ers when wrecker would throw his food tray

but honestly? entertainment factor just went up

watching his drunk little partner stumble around with a switch blade, god knows where you got it from, was so funny to him

he's doing his best to hide his grin, but considering his brothers are all far to drunk or unbothered to point it out, he lets go and simply gets comfortable

eventually, your swinging slows out of exhaustion, since you're pretty sleepy from the mission

cross notices pretty quick, and considers getting up

he waits a moment more to see what the zabrak does, until his grimy, dirty hand grabs your bicep

oh no. not a chance, buddy.

Cross still doesn't move from his seat, but simply pulls his own tactical knife from it's sheath and it absolutely flies across the room

in the zabrak's bicep

all's fair, right? he touches you, he gets punishment, yeah?

the zabrak just about screams and rips the blade from his arm, blabbering on about how the pair of you are crazy, before running off

you, still a tad weary, pluck his blade from the floor and look over to a very possessive looking Crosshair, whom is patting the space of the booth beside him, silently demanding you sit

you do as your told, snuggling into his side, and he simply leans down with a quiet whisper

"if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask, cyare."

his arm is snaked around you, and his hand comfortably glued to your thigh.

he's not letting you out of his sight

and god, he's glad he gave you a switch blade. maybe you need lessons

he'd happily oblige on the conditions that you... return favours for him

#the clone wars #the bad batch #fluff #headcannons #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 1 month

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Heeyyy, long time no ask, whats good? I feel it’s obvious what I want but got any NJ hcs spare? If not I will also take Delaware and/or Rhode hcs. Thank you :D

I’ll give ya all three since I’m kinda bored rn lol :3

New Jersey:

He has an auditory processing disorder. His brain quite literally lags /lhj

Almost all of this man’s clothes have flowers that are either on them or go with them (like an accessory)

I feel like he definitely loves dried fruits and trail mixes (probably cuz that’s what he takes with him everytime he fcks off into the woods with him)

He’s somehow the only one of his brother’s that DOESN’T rely on coffee/tea/energy-drinks to survive. And he won’t tell them his secret.

Was absolutely 100% a jock in school, but make him really awkward and actually nice-ish? I say nice-ish cuz it can turn to him beating someone’s ass in less than a second.

Delaware:

Okay- so obviously this man is old as hell (not really, he stopped aging at around 34 in human years)

There are plenty of old man teases and jokes to go around, including the "what do you think of porridge?" question. And to that question, he has 100% answered that he actually really likes porridge, UNIRONICALLY. And then just stood there wondering why whoever asked him the question (Florida or Coco probably) is laughing their ass off 💀

He owns a bunch of chickens and calls them his children.

This man does not know how to do the whole technology thing

He’s actually pretty sweet compared to other NE states. Not quite "NY-If-He-Wasn’t-Traumatized" level sweet, but still sweet.

Rhode Island:

Is WAY. WAY. WAY. Stronger than he looks. As in, has thrown and pinned Texas, could throw and/or pin Alaska but doesn’t have interest in doing so 💀

Anyone could still punt his tiny ass like a football though ✨

I feel like he definitely gets away with a lot of free/discount kids meals. Does he get teased for it? Yeah. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Him and Del are the husbands ever <3

Has the biggest "COME AT ME BRO 👹👹👹" energy istg

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt new jersey #wttsh new jersey #wttt delaware #wttsh delaware #wttt rhode island #wttsh rhode island

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colderdrafts · 5 months

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Hello!

I was working today and a random thought crossed my mind. I was wondering how Dren, Morgan, Amren, and Irwen would react to the reader getting sick.

Just curious about how they would react, nothing more! I do enjoy your writing, keep up the good work!

Obligatory sick question! Right in time for flu season. Hope y'all staying healthy and have plenty of warm drinks, it's cold af where I'm at rn.

Dren: He's taken care of someone sick before, but not a human. He knows what to do, but he'll be worried your differences will make his way not useful. Will get a little more clingy than usual as a result. So he can keep an eye on you. He'll keep you warm, make sure you rest and will bring you food if you can't make any on your own. If you're in a really bad way, he may go through his collection on plant-litterature for anything useful, gauging if anything he'd usually use would be poisonous to you.

Morgan: Likes you have to rely more on them, and not afraid to tease you with it. Also knows exactly what to do. They have a mental collection of herbs that can help, and can quickly go grab you stuff like warm soup etc. Don't ask how they got it. Will build you a safe, hidden spot to rest in and will only leave your side to get something you need. Their energy will do wonders for you, and they will help you sleep it off whether you like it or not.

Amren: Not very used to taking care of anyone like that, but he'll try his best. Mostly, he'll just try to provide you what he likes if he's sick, unless you ask for something else. Will cook for you. If it's really bad, he may think to swallow his pride and call Elise for advice. Let him coil around you, his naturally cool body will feel great if you're burning up with a fever. He'll be insistant you rest as much as possible and will have an odd need to guard your house lmao

Irwin: Excellent at managing sick-days. Will swing by with warm soup, ibuprofen, tissues, a snack, tea, honey, etc etc. He's been there. He'll lovingly tease you with it, awe lil buddy got sick :(, and laugh when you tell him to piss off. He'll want to curl up on the couch with you and watch something to pass the time until you get better. (And then probably get sick himself).

#Colderwriting #Thanks for the question 💙#about amren #About Irwin #About dren #About Morgan #UV #Tga #monster x reader

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sillysadduck · 1 year

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Please rest man, you deserve and need it. It's really unfair how the internet has pushed for artists to constantly create every day. But paintings back in the day took months, years even, to be finished. You're absolutely allowed to take time and charge your mental and emotional battery.

If people get upset then they're the asshole. If they can't get enough content then they can make their own. Its already hard enough to constantly make something without recognition or validation. And creating stuff takes time, you're not a robot that can post stuff 24/7, you're a human being. Human beings deserve breaks, not constantly working.

We know you're still here, even if you take a break. We see you interacting with your clump and that's enough honestly.

The people who are relying on you for emotional support have to realize that you too need emotional support, and that it's not really cool to put that upon someone who is also low energy currently.

I'm glad you can vent to us and we can some what support you through asks even for a little bit.

So please do take that break, drink some water, and try to recharge your battery <3

☕ anon

Thank you man I really appreciate it. Honestly I just started studying art in college this year and that made everything worse because the first thing they told us is "If you're not fast and good enough, someone else will take your place, so be consistent. You're always replaceable". My already workaholic mindset went FERAL at that lmao. I'm getting a small break from college rn and I can't work because I'm in charge of two kids so I feel like I have to be doing something or else I feel unproductive.

That takes me to spending all day drawing trying to get validation online like an idiot by posting 24/7

And yes I do like to help people but truth is I can't help everyone. I'm not a therapist I'm just some guy and I'm DEEPLY emotionally unavailable so sorry if anyone comes to me for advice and feels disappointed 😭

I'm so glad you enjoy my interactions with my little family they're all I have, those two always tell me I should take it easy but I never listen, maybe I should

#asks #vent #ig #☕ anon #ily anon

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slasher-sweetie · 2 years

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im very nervous rn but here we go,,

(i have never requested a matchup in my life so bear with me)

anything physical: I am 5'4 and have a plus size hourglass shape. Short layered brown hair hair with bangs. I wear eyeliner almost 24/7 and have circle wire glasses. My style varies everyday, one day it's very casual, the next it's full on cottagecore or alt,,

personality!!: I'm not sure if this helps, but I am a INTP. I have been diagnosed with aspergers, depression, complex PTSD and severe social anxiety, so that doesn't entirely shape out my personality but it definitely plays a big part in it. I have extremely dry and dark humor which a lot of people don't get. I tend to laugh at things other people don't find funny and I'm very interested in gore.

hobbies: I enjoy anything related to art, plants/flowers or biology. I don't have much to put here because most things don't interest me. I LOVE HORROR GAMES--

random things: I feel like I rely on energy drinks for my energy a lot of the time :'))

I hope I did okay with describing myself,,

Don't be nervous, you did great! You get a very special slasher, one of the slashers that are closest to my heart. My first slasher, if you will, and that is Charles Lee Ray. He's otherwise known as Chucky the killer doll. He also has an incredibly dark sense of humor, and loves his fair share of gore.

The two of you were sitting side by side in Chucky's car, staring in front of you at the huge screen of your local drive in theater. Somehow, Chucky had called in a favor, and now the two of you were waiting eagerly for your own private showing of Cannibal Holocaust.

Chucky looked over at you with a smug grin, "Go on, you can say it."

You quirked a brow, a smirk playing at your lips, "Say what, exactly?"

He raised his brows mockingly, "You can go ahead and say 'Chucky, you're the greatest man I've ever known, not only are you a Sex God, but you also make my every dream a reality'... Don't be shy now, sugar, go on."

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you took a drink of the Red Bull that Chucky had gotten you a few minutes earlier, "How about I say thank you, and that I love you?"

Chucky snarled his nose in though, "I guess that'll do. You can always say the rest after the movie."

You went to protest, but the opening of the movie began, and your boyfriend pressed a finger to your lips with wide innocent eyes, gesturing for you to be quiet and watch the screen.

You grumbled under your breath, vowing to get back at him after it was over. Before long, you were sucked into the gore and death on screen, and you had to admit it.

Chucky could be pretty great when he wanted to be.

#slashers #horror #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher x you #asks are always appreciated #matchups #chucky #charles lee ray

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amistytown · 1 year

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Hello Noelle ♥️♥️ How are you doing?

I'm stopping by here to say that I'm doing okay and I hope you're doing good too. Sorry for the absence :') I'm facing a very overwhelming phase in my studies rn and I don't have the energy to go online atm ㅠㅠ

But I just want to say that I've done my proposal defense and the assessor was very impressed with my knowledge on my study (Considering I'm doing a thesis about blood glucose and that assessor is like an expert in this field, receiving such compliments made me feel very appreciated :'))

How are you doing? Is your job treating you well? Are you sleeping well? Are you enjoying your coffee every morning? I wish I can run over to your house and hang out together physically. Or just enjoy our time together by baking cookies or just watching any movies 😂 Giving you virtual hugs from afar

Here's a picture of Nemo sleeping to make your day. She's currently 6-7 months old now 💕 She's a very good girl (with occasional playful bites here and there sometimes). She likes to cuddle and enjoy playing with anything she can bite on 😂

Han 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm so happy to hear from you!!! Sorry, it took me so long to respond. I constantly feel tired and overwhelmed and am much slower than I used to be 😞

I'm sorry you're overwhelmed. Don't apologize for taking time for yourself. I know you're dealing with a lot, and I wish you the best with your studies. I hope you're able to take care of yourself the best you can and have a support system you can rely on. I wish I could make sure you're getting enough to eat, drink, and sleep, and be there to give you a hug and make you strawberry milk when you're having a rough time.

That's wonderful 🥹 I'm so proud of you!!! You should feel appreciated and proud of yourself. You've come so far and are doing an amazing job! I'm sure you put a lot of time and effort into your work and it paid off in the end.

I'd love to hear more about you and your days when you have the time! I enjoy getting updates from you 🥰

I'm doing all right, thank you! Work is going well. It doesn't pay well, but it's the first time I don't feel like a complete outsider lol. And being around books inspires me to write and work on my own projects. I've been dealing with a lot of fatigue lately that is getting in the way. I'm not sure if it's purely mental or physical or both. I plan to see a doctor at some point. Other than that, I am enjoying my coffee every day and playing as much Obey Me and Geshin Impact as I can. Still simping over Levi 24/7 🤣

I also joined a collab for Levi's birthday and have been writing a piece for that, which feels nice!

Omg, I wish we could hang out too 😭 I'd give you the biggest hug!!! I wish I could give you one right now! Chilling out and enjoying each other's company sounds so nice. I'd love to make cookies and watch a movie ❤️

Aw, Nemo is still so precious 🥹 Look at the cute face!!! Now everyone can see Nemo and melt from how adorable she is. I'm so glad she's doing well, and that you two have each other. Feel free to send pictures of Nemo whenever you want. She's too cute for words!!!

Thank you for stopping by! It truly made my day to hear from you. I miss and love you 💕

#about me #asks

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11098371 · 1 year

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I want someone to embrace life with. someone who will drink it with me until the last (bitter) drop. I want someone who loves life even when there's nothing to love about it. I want someone who moves forward. who's resilient, who's able to pick themself up, who's able to care for themself, who loves themself and loves me deeply, who's honest and direct. I've worked so hard to become these things myself, I don't know if I have the energy to teach or wait for it rn. I want someone who's already there, who's done and is doing the work like I am. I want someone I don't have to worry about, who I can rely on, who won't imply I'm responsible for their happiness and even their life.

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tea-and-finalfantasy · 1 year

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i really really appreciate my med prescriber but sometimes she does stuff where im just like. girl maybe Don’t LOL

like ok milk is really what i drink. juice and water give me heartburn and while i’m looking to fix that anyways, i also just like milk

i was drinking whole milk before and while i have switched to lowfat (and it’s not as thick lol like i do like it, i didn’t switch to smtn i don’t like), i think she wanted me to move away from milk for the most part bc it has sugar

she’s also mentioned how bad yogurt is, minus unflavored yogurt, bc of the sugar and i’m like.

girl this hasn’t made me switch to smtn “healthier,” this has just taken out a source of calories for me--someone who STILL can’t make meals consistently bc of adhd

like, yes i can make meals sometimes if i have something in mind but what abt weekends/days i don’t take adderall? what abt days i do take adderall and aren’t full enough for full meals but still need to eat smtn? what happens when i inevitably want a snack and know i struggle w really bad cravings/eating a lot of snacks?

like if i want to move towards a healthier lifestyle, not only is my main focus not leading a sedentary lifestyle/overcoming both the remnants of agoraphobia and executive dysfunction rather than my sugar intake through yogurt and milk, i’d rather want a snack and have fruit yogurt!

like making the swap of ice cream for fruity yogurt some of the time is better than forgoing fruit yogurt, eating the ice cream every time, and still not getting needed calories through milk and yogurt as opposed to just snacks

having fruit yogurt (and i also like having granola bars on hand for this purpose) around for a snack is a million times better than having like. cake and ice cream every time i want a snack. like yes i will also make time for cake and ice cream but i know what my cravings are like and if i can eat other things i also want, it’d be nice to do that!

she did make an offhand comment abt only needing 1500 calories a day and i’m like. 1 not only can u not make blanket statements abt that shit bc ppl just have so many different lifestyles and needs but like ??? 2 that is literally not my concern, rn or ever 3 i am not calorie counting bc i will have anxiety over it and/or make it some sort of game not to eat 4 it’s fucking based on if i feel i need more fucking energy during the day. if i’m hungry, i’m eating. even if it’s cravings based, i’d just sometimes swap one item for another, not even every time, bc i don’t feel able to sate it with anything but eating

plus unflavored yogurt literally tastes like puke and yeah i’ve been using it in baked goods to get the protein but like i am not eating that shit plain or cutting up my own fruit to put in it--something i don’t have the energy for anyways

like girl my concern is becoming more active, not policing my milk and yogurt intake lol

plus i just had a yogurt and went “that was nice!” like ??? i want that shit around the house stat. like again i wanna reiterate that i’m not going to not allow myself ice cream but it’d be nice to not rely on certain kinds of snacks all the time + becoming active is the most important thing

#food and caloric intake mention

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sednas · 2 years

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what does your jjk crush say about you

saw an attack on titan version of this on tik tok and I immediately wanted to do it with the jjk boys

just posting this simple idea while I finish the requested tokyo revengers headcanon

if you feel exposed feel free to insult me by reblogging this post :))

─ yuji

you give me golden retriever energy like him

too pure for this world

you clearly say a lot of dumb shit during a daily basis but it's not a big deal since you look cute while doing it

if your crush is yuji you might be the opposite of him.

a loner who doesn't trust people that easily.

you may actually be a junpei yoshino kinnie or megumi kinnie

it's giving me the "I hate everyone but you" trope

─ megumi

first of all, you are correct. second of all, are you okay? :(

I noticed that most of the people who have a crush on megumi are exactly like him.

so... how's the daddy issues going?

honestly, you just crave for intimacy in a relationship, you know, being with that kind of person you can sit in a comfortable silence with

your definition of romance is reading a book together in the same room.

you're also sensitive, I think you need a hug

─ gojo

you whore.

I knew y'all down bad when I saw a picture of him in that squat position while reading comments such as ✨riding my phone rn✨

I feel like you have a hard time loving yourself, but you force yourself to since you're persuaded that no one else is going to do it

you're probably hot tbh

but you're also annoying and a strange mix between shy and loud

─ geto

you want an husband don't you?

well, too bad he would probably spit on your face while calling you a fucking monkey. (pretty sure you wouldn't mind the spit part)

no cursed energy, no geto suguru :(

joke aside, I think you're a romantic person

you want flowers and a good morning/night text everyday

can't blame you tho, you know what's good for you and I respect you for that

domestic life is your definition of romance

I see you as a mature person

and you are as horny as gojo's stans, you just managed to hide it

─ nanami

you need to be protected 🥺

idk why but you give me soft vibes

I see you as someone very mature, I would probably trust you to hold my drink during a party.

you're someone people can rely on.

but I have the feeling that you often feel left alone or not good enough and it's a shame since you're the best <3

you're also horny but in a moderate way and the daddy issues are strong with this one.

─ sukuna

you might be shy but you scare me.

you would gladly leave everything behind if it was to serve this man.

you scare me because you're a real paradox, too afraid to ask for ketchup sauce at mcdonald's but would happily sit on a man's lap who has 4 arms, 4 eyes, 4 legs and 2 dicks.

─ mahito

👁️👄👁️

joke, no judgment here, disliking fictional characters only because they're bad and mean seems really boring to me.

it's quite ironic because you're probably a junpei yoshino kinnie even if you won't admit it 💀

like sukuna, it's usually the sweetest and shyest people who have a crush on this psycho.

you're into dark stuff such as tentacle play but once again, no judgment is made.

your mom would probably be disappointed in you if she knew tho

I think you're really good at hiding your "dark side", everyone thinks you're too innocent for your own good, if only they knew ;-;

─ toji

hello everyone and welcome to this session where I'll expose myself, let's start:

hornier than horny.

crazy mf.

alexa play daddy issues by the neighbourhood.

you probably have abandonment and/or trust issues.

you have a crush on toji because of his toxic behavior and since your dad is also toxic you tend to be drawn to toxic men.

or, you desperately want a strong parental figure. someone strong enough to protect you, someone to feel truly safe with.

or both lol

you're also colorblind since you don't seem to see the red flags everywhere 👩🏾‍🦯

toji stans are usually the saddest people in the fandom, their mantra is sad, depressed and horny, all the time.

also, if you have a crush on toji and you're a switch, you're wrong, you're a sub stop lying to yourself.

probably into the predator/prey play thing too.

anyway, church is free bitch.

it's me I am bitch.

─ toge

smol bean 🥺

you're either a cinnamon roll and you need to be protected or a tough person who is secretly a cinnamon roll and need to be protected.

I feel like you tend to feel all your emotions in a very intense way.

you might cry easily or at least you're very sensitive.

you kind of want to smother someone with your love and affection.

you're probably clingy too and you have the habit of constantly blaming yourself when something bad happens.

well, I want you to know that you're precious <3

─ choso

smol bean second edition 🥺

like the toge one, you only want to love and be loved, your intentions are pure and I see you as a very kind person.

you like the idea of teaching choso how to live "normally".

I think you really need to feel connected to the person before getting intimate with them.

─ naoya

do y'all even exist? 😑

pretty privilege in all its glory and the mf is not even that pretty.

I can deal with mahito's sluts but you are something else.

I don't even know what to say, might give you a restraining order.

go make a sandwich to your man I guess...

your self-esteem is worst than the toji, mahito and sukuna stans combined.

─ yuta

romantic slut.

you like the boys who look like 2 minutes away from dying and with gigantic eyeballs because they play minecraft until 5 am in the morning.

I see you as a very gentle person who tends to be a little too kind and often ends up being hurt by the person you have trusted. you cute but please get some sleep.

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primeval--schism · 5 years

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AAAAARRRRREHHHHHH

#vent post #im so frustrated rn #im just trying to update my backups fo my primeval wip #and my laptop keep disconnecting from the internet #and im slightly drunk and want to writ but the only way i can is on my phone and its so goddamned slow trying to write on my phone #and it's summer so its hot and muggy #i hate humidity with a passion #makes me feel like i can't breathe #so now im slightly drunk AND cranky as hell #edit: also now I'm crying because my brain is a mess and wants me to run away #edit part 2: i just remembered i bought a slice of cheesecake earlier and its still in my fridge so now i feel slightly better #edit part 3: this is the first and last time i mix wine and an energy drink #its just been a rollercoaster the whole night and i am relying on the word suggestion bar so much rn #because apparently i can't spell for shit when im drunk #maybe not the besr time to be writing any way #edit part 4: the cheesecake was a mistake #gonna put rhe rest in the fridge and then drink some more water and then go to bed

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sylph-feather · 3 years

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hold on im shifting into oc mode.. i want to tell you about my ridiculous sci fi universe.......

i just came up with the name for the species rn— theyre the kaleidos. liable to change but for ease of reference. This is what the main character of all this looks like.

LETS START OFF WITH THEIR BASIC ENVIRONMENT

Their world is essentially SUPER acidic. They had mammalian and avian / soft skin type creatures, but there was some extinction event and now what’s left is armored, similar to bugs, because the acid that became present in said environment makes soft organic material disintegrate.

“Well they must be soft on the inside so how do they eat/drink when everything is inundated with acid?” Well, the fruiting plants essentially act as massive filtered, pure water storage & nutrients! Yay!

Currently, the surface is basically in megafauna eta. I have to specify the surface because underneath the surface theres a race of sentient predator carnivore mole people (because soft stuff can exist in that environment, because the trees are like Nausicaa), but i digress, because this ain’t about them

THE KALEIDOS IN PARTICULAR

are super duper like, scavenger type, and vaguely prey. They’re very quick. In terms of society, this makes them prone to being kind of flighty/nervous, and generally non-confrontational.

They have wing-like structures but CANNOT fly— instead these “wings” are for VISUAL communication. See the Kaleidos are an extremely visual race— initially, their skill for color shifting (like a chameleon), shifting their hair and panels (wings), was born of a need to hide, or to mimic bigger things (like eye spots). They would link their panels together in a flock and create even bigger images.

They also are extremely good vocal mimics, between the fact that they can control hairs to brush/vibrate against each other, as well as having powerful spoken mimicry— this adds to their illusions.

NOW, their language revolves around color and music. For example, names are often the color(s) an individual chooses to present as frequently (aka like base colors) and a little musical jingle. Their written language is basically colored music and yes that means they all carry one of those pens you can click to be different ink colors

CURRENTLY, their society kind of... achieved utopia.

The Kaleidos are, to put it basically, kind of hippies; very in touch with the balance of their planet’s wellbeing. Everyone else in the galaxy was focussed on eating up resources for the nonrenewable fuel their systems relied on for so long, and that their societies were built off of, but the Kaleidos were ALWAYS searching for the most renewable way.

They started off with wind/solar, classic renewables. As everyone else fought each other in wars (that were probably also motivated for, yanno, war’s sake, like many wars), the Kaleidos kept to themselves (it helped their planet is inhospitable to others and thus undesirable) and studied renewable energy. What they found was that whole “particles that are entangled act dependent on each other no matter the distance.”

Which they then utilized by essentially turning entangled particles into batteries, and launching 1/2 of each battery into stars and black holes and whatnot, the fucking mad lads. This created essentially free energy, and a lot of tech that was purely theoretical but too costly in energy— like FTL travel and warp gates— became available to them.

HOWEVER, due to the fact a lot of the other alien societies are built upon nonrenewable energy’s demand / etc, everyone else essentially rejects the Kaleidos and they are painted as hippy-dippy weirdos who are full of flowers and nonsense.

The Kaleidos, meanwhile, kind of just... dispassionately commit themselves to exploring. They’re not EXACTLY curious— I mean they ARE, but they DID literally just make themselves the perfect society— nor are they interested in any sort of conquering (remember, very non-confrontational). No, it’s more a combo of “well, uh, what now?” as well as “well we might as well spread our tech to help people as far as we can, and we get to place more warpgates to travel new places as we go further anyways, so win-win”

OVERALL i kind of find this all hilarious

My rough sketch for the primary story of this setting is Chroma (the alien in the pic linked first) is a kind of scout for the Kaleidos, and is basically meant to be there to study Earth to understand how the Kaleidos could interact with people peacefully. Shit probably goes wrong, as per usual in a story, and Chroma ends up having to tag team on various shenanigans with 2 college students that have found out they were an alien— a biologist and a techy. Overall, it’s more about silly/fun adventures and gags (ie, “im about to use my hologram tech to look average human” *humans think about chroma’s human sona which is like a gijinka* *chroma becomes a 40yo literally perfectly average chinese man)

Im not entirely sure what the plot is overall— maybe just a fetch quest for lost alien shit, maybe just a “human study session”— but i think its fun and hopefully maybe you did too

#oc #oc shit #chroma

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Holds you at gunpoint. Every question for Jupiter. (you can skip some if you want-)

i love you, you motherfucker 🔫

1. what is your character's relationship to the traveler?

jupiter is aether’s and lumine’s big sibling, so they all get along very well. i like to think aether and lumine are way more brash and “act before you think” kind of people, while jupiter usually is the one who takes lead (both because of the big sib energy and because they are way more analytical). that being said, jupiter is aware that the twins are very much capable of surviving on their own and fighting if there is any need for that, which is why even after losing touch with them in tevyat they know that the twins will manage somehow, they just need to find them

2. is your character proud of, ashamed of, or indifferent to their feelings towards members of a certain gender?

i’d like to think that the species/society the trio comes from doesnt give a fuck about gender and sexuality so jupiter would never feel ashamed or upset about their feelings towards specific genders. i dont think they would rlly label themself but they are definitely not straight. as to having feelings towards others: they are usually straight forward in their approach

3. what is your character's relationship with themselves?

jupiter knows their purpose and objective very well, but that often clouds their true desires. i like to think that they havent really been thinking for themself up until they were stranded in tevyat and had to rely on themself. they came to realize their own opinions and perspectives that they carry with themself everywhere they go. tho, their views are rather flexible, because they are very much willing to learn if an oppoturnity arises. that being said, they dont quite know themself well just yet, they are still learning after all

4. what is their favorite region? why?

with how much of the game is available rn, liyue is definitely their favorite so far. it’s culture is incredibly rich and full of fascinating stories and legends. i personally am looking forward to the release of sumeru, but what will come out of it is yet to be seen

5. what is their relationship with Zhongli? do they have one at all?

oh they very much do. while his charm and politeness are qualities that they very much enjoy, what originally drew them closer to him was his vast knowledge over liyue’s traditions and customs. at first during their stay at liyue harbor they would wait to catch him during his afternoon and evening strolls around the city to ask him things and carefully listen to everything he has to say. id like to think that zhongli appreciated having such an active listener and even a conversation partner at some point. eventually their little friendship grew into fondness for each other and they would seek each other’s company, until jupiter straight up confessed. id like to think their relationship is fairly innocent and very much founded on mutual respect and admiration. they both value honesty and communicate with each other rather well. and even though, zhongli hesitated before agreeing to travel with them, leaving liyue behind, he doesnt regret doing it

6. who is their love interest? If they do not have one, who is their closest friend?

while zhongli is both their love interest and their dear friend, venti is their first close friend. during the events of chapter I they both bonded. venti seemed like someone containing a vast amount of knowledge that jupiter was eager to discover. it quickly became apparent to them that the bard doesnt particularly like to talk about the past in detail, but venti still would surprise them with how much he knew about art and the culture surrounding it. they are both pretty light spirited so they always enjoyed each other’s company and their bond only grew stronger during their travels.

7. what do they think of Mona?

they are curious about and intrigued by her methods. they can also very much relate to her pursuit of lost/forgotten knowledge. they like to ask her about astrology and theorize with her, asking her to teach them little things for an exchange of a hot, homemade meal

8. what do they think of The Knights of Favonius?

their opinion on the knights is mixed. they can very much see that most of the people working for them are underqualified and not cut for the job or only doing it for the renown. while the idea of a city without a ruler is appealing, in practice the knights are the ones ruling over it and jupiter was left feeling sceptical when thinking about their methods and the possible future. they dont have anything against the individual people in the organization, but they do think their approach is highly flawed

9. wine is Mondstadt's most popular drink. do they drink wine?

while they do indulge in alcohol from time to time, they dont seem to be able to get drunk or even tipsy. they’ve concluded that since their body is built differently than a person of this world’s, its very probable that they dont react to certain foods and products the same way. alcohol is like any kind of a drink for them and many people are terrified when they see them consume it in large quantities

10. what do they think of Kaeya?

they like his playful nature and think he is a highly intelligent person, who doesnt show anyone what he is truly capable of. his methods, while very cunning, seem rather brash, which somehow reminds them of their siblings. while they are very much curious about his motives and history, they dare not to pray if it isnt welcomed. during their stay in mondstadt they would often times catch kaeya lurking in the tavern and spending time with the local gangs and bandits in order to extort information from them while drunk. in the rarer occasions where he would be alone, they would sometimes keep him company, filling the night with talks about nothing in particular

11. if they were forced to make the choice between killing their love interest/friend or killing themselves, what would they choose? why?

that very much depends on when that would happen. pre-separation with their siblings, they would very much operate on the hard logic of “whoever has more information/more important information should survive”. however after spending time in tevyat and meeting its people, jupiter learns to greatly value life and their inicial stance would change to a more selfless one. the more they get to know about the world the more they are willing to put their life on the line to preserve life in it, especially if its the life of someone they hold dear

12. what do they think of Childe? 16. is there a canon character your character hates? why?

at first they were open to the idea of being childe’s friend, however with time they started noticing that something was wrong with his overt friendliness. when he revealed his true intentions, jupiter was not surprised, but learning what he had chose to do made them absolutely despise him. staying in liyue has taught them a lot and made them care about the people living in this world. however childe seemed to have no disregard to them. they will not hesitate to fight him if their paths do cross again

13. do they carry a lot of Mora?

having a large amount of mora is basically a requirement when travelling with zhongli and venti. jupiter does take on a lot of jobs and comissions, though mora is mostly a secondary issue for them. they do find themself owning quite a lot of it at times until they overspend with their companions and are forced to rely on their survival skills in order to save up enough to get a roof over their heads

14. does your character side with Kaeya, Diluc or neither?

when it comes to the family feud: neither. jupiter doesnt like to pry into family matters and they understand both kaeya and diluc never talking about their issues with one another. while they cant imagine siblings behaving like that, due to their own experience, they dont feel like its their place to judge.

when it comes to the knights of the favonius: jupiter slightly leans more on diluc’s side, recognizing the many weaknesses of the organization as it is, however they both come from different places when critiquing it.

15. what do they think of Venti?

venti has become their best friend and they value him deeply. they worry about him sometimes, aware of the origin of his appearance and the history behind it. they like how venti seems to perceive life in a very poetic way and are fascinated by it. they get along very well and venti often fill their time during their travels by his songs, both known and not yet named

17. how did they acquire their vision?

they seem to be blessed with the same ability as their siblings when it comes to being granted powers without aquiring a vision themself

18. what is your character's weakness?

their curiosity and hunger for knowledge

19. what is their strength?

they utilize the knowledge they have gathered into things they can use to their advantage be it in battle or daily life

20. what is your character's theme song?

pure gold by half·alive

21. what weather do they love the most? why?

they love when its sunny. jupiter very much enjoys the feeling of sunlight on their skin

22. what do they think of Paimon?

jupiter would be Ecstatic to get to meet paimon. her vast knowledge in all matters would make her a valuable companion. in the current story they have no idea who she is as of now though

23. what do they think of the Fatui?

while they do not approve of the fatui’s methods, they cant help but think that something much deeper must be going on. jupiter wants to believe that the tsaritsa cant be simply evil and that perhaps she has some other, hidden motivation for her actions. having spent time with and got to know the fatui in liyue, they also know that not all of them are cartoonish bad guys

24. what do they think of the archons?

overall the concept of archons seems very new and intriguing to them. they do try to get as much information about their godhood out of venti and zhongli. they wonder whether this world really needs the archons as much as it claims to

25. what is the worst thing that could happen to your oc?

either losing their siblings or losing their memory (its a great fear of theirs)

26. what does your oc want the most?

their long term dream is to write down all the knowledge they’ve gathered so far and make it accessible and understandable to anyone willing to read it

#genshin impact #gi #genshin impact oc #gi oc #original character #oc #the third star au #ask #friends #jupiter

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may I please request hcs or a little fun scenario with Narancia, Fugo, Mista and maybe an unfortunate drunk Abbacchio who is at the wrong place at the wrong time and their female stand user partner they all have a crush on at some degree playing spin the bottle/ truth or dare/never have I e. on a loose night?Most of them teenager after all, maybe Fugo never played it, Mista and the crush thought it's dumb but why the hell not and Abba is tired, crushing, kinda drunk and getting dragged into it.

I aged everyone up for this which is loosely implied-Narancia’s in school and l/i is the newest member. Thank god its not no simp september rn bc NONE of these boys would be passing smh

More under the cut!

“Spin the bottle? Isn’t that game for t-twelvies?” Fugo slurred at Narancia’s suggestion as you sat next to the two boys. They had been celebrating after a successful mission, which was why you didn’t shy from a fifth scotch, but if Mista and Narancia planned on trying anything tonight…

“You haven’t played it before, have you?” Narancia teased him with a mischievous smile. He looked to you as if deliberating whether he should hold back his snarky remark or not. Narancia laughed, giving him a playful jab in the side and he took a breath before replying.

“And I doubt you’ve had a better experience,” Narancia’s grin soured, and he was about to retort when you stepped in.

“Then why not make this a good one? C’mon, it can’t hurt! What’s the harm in having some fun?” Narancia piqued up at your suggestion, and Fugo relented with a frustrated sigh. Mista shrugged, and sat down next to you, placing the glass bottle on the middle of the table.

“Then it’s decided! Kisses can be wherever the spinner wishes, but you can’t get out of it! As soon as the game’s begun, anyone on this table is playing.” He gave a pointed look at Abbacchio, who glowered back, pulling his chair slowly and muttering about how stupid it was to be playing such a childish game. You stood up as well, stumbling as you did so.

“Abbacchio, please stay? it’s a s-stupid game, that’s true….but we’re so drunk we’ll forget all about it tomorr-hic! ah, tomorrow,” Narancia chimed in.

“Won’t be a game without five!” Mista, suddenly realizing what Abbacchio leaving might mean, banged his fist on the table, getting everyone’s attention.

“We can’t play as a four! C’mon an sit back down, ‘Bbacchio. We gotta…gotta make this interesting, riight? We’ll be in biig trouble tomorrow if you leave…” Fugo gave Abbacchio a pleading look as Mista continued to ramble with a butter knife in hand.

“You heard the man, hic-! Abba…cchio,” Abbacchio, seemingly overridden by the majority, let out a dramatic sigh and sat back down and rubbed his temples.

“Goddamnit…I’m only playing for a couple of rounds, got it?” Narancia let out a cheer and Mista a sigh of relief, relaxing in his chair and beckoning you to do the same. You felt giddy and nervous at the same time; you can’t say your thoughts around the boys were wholly professional, lest platonic as they should be.

In your defense, the boys in your team were attractive, there was no doubting that. But they each had a part of them that drew you to them.

Fugo might have a short fuse and a dangerous temper, but it certainly wasn’t all that he was. He was smart, and had a kind streak-he truly cared and respected his teammates, and he had demonstrated it to you time and time again. You always looked forward to the rare occasions he would smile at you from his book, sitting it down to have a conversation with you. Most of the time it was about the book he was reading, or a news happening of some controversy; occasionally he would ask how you were and whether you needed any assistance with any part of the gangster life. If he looked like he needed a break from Mista and Narancia you would step in, much to his relief. He looked like he could use it at times.

Narancia was hard to keep up with, you’ll admit; it took time for him to really trust you and to see you as a friend and less like an associate of his friends’, but soon enough you found yourself being pulled into whatever crazy shenanigans he had planned for after and on his breaks from school. It was fun, really-he just tired you out sometimes. You’d find him relaxing with you, complaining at first at how boring it was to be sitting around napping when you could be out “ living your 20’s to their fullest”-then five minutes later, you’d come back with some cold drinks to find him passed out on the sofa.

Mista was goofy, but he had a confident easy-going charm that was endearing enough to withstand his suspicions on luck. He would flirt with you when you were first introduced into the group, and even though you’d tease him lightly you really were grateful for him sometimes, even if just to ease the tension of your new life. Once you were in combat though, he seemed cool as the steel of his gun; he was untouchable in his element. It freaked you out at first, but you began to find trust in that cool composure of his, and relied on it to calm yourself down and focus when things got out of hand.

And Abbacchio, though a fair bit older than the lot of you, also drew you in. You hardly expected that stubborn man would ever soften his barking tone and cold eyes to you- you realized very quickly after being introduced into the group he had no intentions of making you feel welcome. You were patient with him, though. After hearing his story one night after ten too many drinks, (Abbacchio was still his grumpy self when drunk, maybe more so, but he was also quite chatty about his woes) you were determined to make him see otherwise. You knew he had a heart, somewhere-you could see the subtle way he still cared for his team, even if he did bluff by simply taking the fourth slice of cake at dessert to avoid Mista’s whining.

Actually, this night you were all a little inebriated- the goth man included. It would certainly make for an interesting night.

“Alright then! Shall I start?” Narancia, ever the eager one, shot you a cheeky grin as he lounged in his seat. Abbacchio cursed and took a long swig of his wine, and Fugo…was he blushing? You’d better save yourself from being stabbed by that butter knife he had twirling in his hands and keep that to yourself. Narancia reached out and spun the bottle, and as it spun your stomach suddenly filled with nervous and excited energy. What if it did land on you? Would any of you actually remember what happened tonight? If nobody else did…did you really want to remember it? The bottle stopped, and everyone’s gaze shot up to Abbacchio who was sitting the closest to the end of the bottle. Narancia groaned, and set you, Fugo and Mista into a fit of laughter. Abbacchio looked ready to murder someone, but Narancia nonetheless got out of his chair, faltering as he made his way to where Abbacchio sat.

“I can kiss you wherever I want, right?” Abbacchio glared daggers at the boy as Fugo snorted back even more laughter.

“Try anything stupid and I swear to god…” Narancia rolls his eyes and kisses Abbacchio, just on the crown of his head, a little more rough than intended. As he staggers back to his seat, and Abbacchio grumbles about how crumpled his hair is, your eyes turn to Fugo.

“Your shot, Fugo!” You giggled as he tsked spun the bottle with measurable force. You could have sworn you saw his eyes light up, for almost a second, until Mista pulled his chair out.

“Alright! C'mere and gimme a kiss, you!” Fugo shrugs and reaches over the table, giving Mista a kiss on his cheek. Mista gives him a dopey little smile, and suddenly it’s Abbacchio’s turn to spin. He looks grumpy (probably dreading the idea of having to kiss one of his team members), but gives it a lazy spin.

Your heart skips a beat, then, when it lands on you. It was bound to happen eventually, but Abbacchio? The others seemed to have similar reactions of shock.

“Seriously?! What kind of luck am I getting today?”

“Damnit! I-I mean, why do I gotta be the one to kiss Abbacchio?”

You interrupt them, clearing your throat.

“Hey, c’mon Abba-hic! C’mon over here,” Abbacchio gave you a smoldering look you couldn’t describe in this state-like he would march other to your seat and either throttle you or kiss you. Thankfully, he did the latter, holding your chin with one hand and giving you a hasty, rough kiss-right on your lips.

Your drunk mind was whirring, and you immediately tasted the wine on his lips, and something savory-perhaps the last meal he ate? Despite your shock, you didn’t hesitate in kissing him back before he ended the kiss, which ended almost as quickly as it started. A still silence fell on the table as Abbacchio made his way back to his seat, leaving you blinking and a little out of breath. Just how eager were you to kiss him back? That shouldn’t be normal, if the one sober-ish part of your brain had anything to say about it. You could still feel his lips on your own; was it time you gave those feelings of yours a raincheck? He flashed you a smug smirk as he tapped Mista on the shoulder.

“Your turn,” Mista was frowning at you-or was it your expression? He seemed off, all of a sudden-almost like when he encountered a multiple of four in the corner of his eye. It concerned you, and if you weren’t so drunk off your face, you’d ask him if everything was alright. You brushed it off for now.

His spin ended on Narancia, and with a groan from Narancia and a chuckle from Mista, he walked over to the boy.

“Where do ya wanna get a kiss, hmm? cheeks, nose, I can even do lips if you’re that eager!” Narancia pouted at Mista’s pointed retort and thought for a moment, and pointed to his nose. Mista nodded, almost solemnly, and gave him a lingering kiss.Narancia pulled back, wiping his nose quickly.

“Shit, you got your spit all over me!” Mista looked slightly upset by this, and he staggered back to his seat next to you and whined how he doubted Narancia was any better. Like that, his turn was through and it was your shot. You took another sip of your drink and reached over to the bottle, giving it a good spin. You were suddenly excited; you didn’t care who you landed on, but you wanted to be bold. Hell, if Abbacchio had the nerve to kiss you (and a part of you willed the bottle to land on him again) on the lips, what was stopping you? If they seemed disinterested, you could give them a quick kiss and be done with it.

As the bottle slowed, it stopped, dead on Fugo. You gave him an easy smile, but the butterflies that had burst into your stomach told you that you were anything but easy about this. As you stood up, you felt a rush of dizziness hit you. God, you really were drunk, weren’t you? As you stumbled your way over to Fugo, you noted Narancia with his arms crossed. He was glaring very intently at the bottle in the middle of the table-but you don’t recall it doing him any wrong. (He did have to kiss Abbacchio and watch Abbachio kiss you, you remind your inebriated self when you’re tucked in for bed that night)

Fugo gives you a sort of longing look as you come closer, like he’s hoping you’ll kiss him properly. He didn’t ark up when Abbacchio kissed you, though you could see he was pretty annoyed. God, are they all after you? As much as the thought excited you-tomorrow’s gonna be an icky day.

Regardless of what was to happen when the sun came up, you tilted Fugo’s head slightly so that he was looking up at you and dipped down. You stop yourself just in time before you actually fall on him, and gently press your lips to his. You could tell he was surprised, but he returned the sweet kiss. He seemed like he was holding back, though-the way he followed and matched your pace, just with a little more vigor than you expected. As much as you wanted to deepen the kiss, you were suddenly more aware of the other men on the table-and their possible mixed feelings toward you. You ended the kiss as you stood back up, and gave the stunned boy a soft smile, leaning on the table before making your way back to your seat.

The rest of the game seemed to drag out, but you managed to kiss Narancia-and, conveniently, earn a kiss from Mista. When you turned to Narancia, he gave you a cocky grin.

“Make it a good one, yeah? That way I can forget all the other kisses I’ve gotten tonight!” The comment was pointed, and you were surprised Fugo hadn’t lost his temper at this point. Talking about a silent Fugo…you could faintly recognize the soft snores next to Narancia, and as you glanced in your peripheral you saw his slumped form on the table sleeping soundly. He looked so serene…but you turned your attention to the boy next to you as he inched closer. He looked slightly nervous, now that the two of you were close enough to really see each other. Come to think of it, you’d never seen any of the boys faces this close before-Narancia, the boy who you were to kiss next, had a cute little beauty spot just next to his mouth you hadn’t seen until now.

You took as a cue to lean in the rest of the way, closing your eyes as your lips touched his. His kiss was fast and passionate, and though you knocked teeth a couple of times you managed to match his pace sooner than expected, melting into the kiss. As you broke off to catch your breath, Mista banged on the table.

“Oi, it’s a kiss, not a damn make out session!” Narancia seemed distracted by Mista, and stood up from his chair.

“Hey, there’s no rules saying otherwise, is there?” Narancia looked to you for back up, and your eyes darted from the bottle to Narancia and to a less than happy Mista. Fugo was still asleep, it seemed, and Abbacchio had long ago left the table, disappearing after excusing himself for another glass of wine. An idea popped into your head (You were really going to regret these drunken lightbulb moments when you woke up tomorrow-or later today, whatever the time was) and you grabbed the bottle, preparing to spin.

“Fugo’s asleep, so I’ll juss spin for him! Once the bottle is spun, there’s -hic! no more arguing!” At this point, you were yelling (rather, slurring) loud enough to wake the poor boy, but as you spun the bottle once more the two boys surprisingly settled back into their seats. The bottle stopped halfway between Abbacchio’s spot and Mista, but before Narancia could rebuke it you turned to the only boy you had yet to kiss.

“Alllright, pucker up, Mistaa!” He shot you a smirk as he grabbed your cheeks and brought you closer to him. Up close, the faint smell of cologne wafted into your nose as you realized how much more inviting his close proximity was. Maybe it was simply that you were blind drunk, and all the other kisses you had received that night were far from innocent, but when he leaned in and kissed you, you couldn’t help sighing into the kiss. He was a bit sloppy-but nothing you could complain about, considering how comfortable you felt with his arm snaking out to cup your waist. You felt like you could melt in his embrace in that moment, but the sound of a cleared throat interrupted the kiss. Mista pulled away, seeming a little too satisfied with the flustered mess he had made of you. He frowned, and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Ahh, sorry…guess I forgot it was your shot ‘n not mine. Ya can still kiss me though, just to be fair ‘n all?” At this, Narancia banged his fists on the table, jolting a now annoyed Fugo to consciousness.

“No ff…fucking fair!” You however, had zoned out from the argument that had arisen on the table. You had enjoyed each and every boy’s company, a little too much. You felt like you were caught in between a reverse harem-four love interests? That seems a bit too much, and all for you… If their kisses were anything to go by, this night wasn’t just a revelation for you.

…Your hangover would be horrible, but you hoped Bruno had a solo mission for you to pursue tomorrow-maybe it would give you a break from whatever storm was coming your way.

#nora.writing #this ones actually been in my drafts for AGES #but some life stuff came up so I thought I'd look over it and post it finally #I'm actually happy w how this one turned out!#Guido Mista #jjba:va #Pannacotta Fugo #Leone Abbachio #Narancia Ghirga #god this is a reverse harem MESS #can I get an f in the chats for y/n guys

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