#//*gestures to the himbo cat boi*

[thancrxdwatxrs]

//oh one more thing

like this post for a starter with my wol cat boi Vincent

okee that's it good night <3

[fredwkong]

Himbo Maker: Misha

Misha was an Egirl: a European Guy In Real Life. He would do his makeup, put on fake eyelashes, a wig, and a pair of pink headphones with kitty cat ears, and stream video games online. He loved to troll new viewers by spending an hour or so doing a breathy, feminine voice, and then suddenly hit them with his natural Baltic baritone. The way the chat went crazy made it worth it every time.

The whole game was helped by how petit and curvy Misha had always been. Even in his twenties, he still had a soft, almost girlish body and stood at most of other guys’ sternums. Too bad he wasn’t a trans girl, or at least a gay boy, he sometimes thought, looking at his body in the mirror. Gay guys were supposed to go for little guys who looked like him.

One evening, Misha was just starting his stream when some user started acting really weird in chat. He had a username that almost seemed familiar to Misha, but the guy he was thinking of had always been polite and given insightful comments on Misha’s gaming. This guy’s messages were full of typos, and he couldn’t seem to stop talking about his muscles.

Misha was just about to ban the guy when an alert sounded: Misha’s charming, girly laugh, which indicated a user had just donated a hefty sum. Of course, it was this annoying brodude.

“Uh,” said Misha, almost forgetting to put on his femmy voice, “He says, “Bro, this guy liek wants to chat wiht u on stream.” And there’s a link in the donation.”

Clicking the link, Misha found himself looking at a chat website he’d never seen before. “Hold on, let me share my screen,” he simpered, sharing the chat window. Somehow, his usual screen name was already in the bar. It must have populated from his stream.

Mish-kittycat: Like, heyoooo! You okay with being on stream with me? (✿◠‿◠)

Himbo_mkr: No way, bruh! I love meeting new bros. Like, hi stream!

Misha was a bit offended that this chat partner would refer to him as a “bro.” But stream chat seemed interested, so he thought it could be worth a few minutes to humour the donater. It had been a fair amount of money.

Mish-kittycat: What do you want to talk about UwU

Himbo_mkr: Bro, you know that all I ever talk about are my sick gains and going out with guys, lmao

Okay, so this was a troll. They probably wanted to get Misha banned for lewdness or something. Still, at least it was original that the troll character was a gay guy. He rolled his eyes at the stream and said, out loud in his girl voice, “Looks like someone got mad enough to pay to speak with all this.” He gestured down his slim body in tonight’s outfit, a stereotypical Japanese maid costume.

Himbo_mkr: Huhuhu, bro, you clicked on the link. Didn’t force you to do it.

Misha froze. Of course the troll was watching the stream. “Heh, I don’t let meatheaded bullies boss me around,” he chirped, trying to save face.

Himbo_mkr: You sure? You sure like it when your chat bosses you around, bro.

Now this guy was just lying. Misha scowled, even though he knew the expression would make his foundation crack unattractively. “This is a really weird way to bully someone.” He looked at the stream chat, waiting for his subscribers to back him up.

But the character of the chat seemed to have changed. No, they had always been bossy, Misha suddenly remembered. They would tell Misha how to play his games all the time while he pretended to struggle. It was a key part of the dynamic of his channel that chat bossed him around, and right now they were telling him to go back to chatting with this guy. One guy even messaged, “No more talking, kitty. You’re only allowed to write in the chat.” Misha gave the camera a plaintive look, but listened. He always listened to his chat.

Mish-kittycat: So maybe you’re right about that one thing, but coming in here being rude is totally uncool (งᓀ‸ᓂ)ง

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I was just tryna compliment you on your sick bis, dude.

Misha cocked his head, confused. He was the opposite of buff, that was why he was so good at dressing as a girl. But as he continued to think about it, he remembered all the hours he spent working on his arms. He kept a set of weights next to his bedroom door, and he did bicep curls to failure every time he went through the doorway. Yeah, his biceps were his pride and joy, and they were usually how he showed off his manliness when he revealed his deep voice and accent.

A tip came in. “Flex for us, kitty,” commanded the text-to-speech voice. With a smirk, Misha lifted up one of his arms, feeling it stretch the sleeve of his maid costume as the veins popped. Too bad the rest of his body hadn’t followed his arms and gotten bulky.

Himbo_mkr: We’re all waiting for you to drop your lifting routine, bro! You’ve been totally blowing up.

Misha blushed at the flattery. His physique wasn’t all that impressive. Sure, now that he thought about it, he had been really hitting the weights a lot and eating right. In fact, his room seemed to be full of lifting clothes and supplements as he looked around. But that was because some of his subscribers kept telling him to get to the gym and hit his macros. It had actually been really freeing to just let people pay to tell him what to do on his fitness journey. And it was paying off! Misha definitely couldn’t pass for a girl these days, which was why the channel had changed to be more about doing stuff in-game for the highest bidders.

The maid costume barely wrapped around Misha’s broad pecs, and the garters had torn when he’d tried to pull them up his thick thighs. Sure, it had been funny when the stream started and the chat had gotten Misha to show off his shoulder raises while dressed in a little maid skirt, but the polyester was really starting to chafe on his smooth muscles. It was a relief when a tip rolled in while Misha flexed and said “Kitty, wear comfy clothes.” The chat oooohed and aaaahed as Misha shucked the maid costume, showing off his bulky chest, and pulled on his favourite comfy shirt instead. Sure, it had some tears and stuff, but as a masculine guy, Misha wasn’t worried about dressing up fancy or anything.

The guy whose chat Misha was streaming had been quiet, so Misha hopped back over and sent another message.

Mish-kittyhunk: Thanks man! It’s all about trusting the process.

Himbo_mkr: I can tell that you trust people, bro! You’re like a puppy lmao.

Well, Misha thought, maybe he did like getting bossed around in chat, but it wasn’t like he trusted everyone blindly! Okay, well, maybe he did tend to stop to help people on the road and then lose his wallet a lot. They looked like they needed help! And maybe he did sometimes click on links that meant he needed to take his phone to the store for them to fix, but so did everyone else!

Looking at the chat, who were all laughing about Misha being a totally trusting puppy, Misha had to finally agree. That was why one of his subscribers had gotten him this headset with floppy dog ears on it, after all.

Mish-puphunk: Haha, you got me, dude! That’s why I clicked on this link, too XD

Himbo_mkr: It’s okay, bro. Lots of gay hunks are pretty dumb, it just adds to that himbo appeal.

This time this guy was definitely making stuff up. Misha was totally straight, he just didn’t do well with girls. Well, that and being a submissive hunk online mostly attracted a gay male fanbase. And, well, now that he thought about it, when was the last time Misha had really thought about a girl? Like, maybe if it was a domme? But no, even then, Misha would really prefer a guy to be involved at some point. This guy was probably right, Misha was gay.

It was super hard to think. There was a reason that Misha preferred to let chat do the thinking for him. Even before he realised how much he loved to listen when men told him what to do, Misha had never been much of a deep thinker. That was why most of the stuff in his room was gym gear, gaming stuff, or whatever his subscribers bought for him. Lately, they had been really loving when Misha wore even less clothes and showed off more of his growing body, and Misha was happy to oblige as long as they kept telling him what to do!

Mish-puphunk: Lol I guess you’re right! I just wanna give sirs what they want

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I totally get why you love pup play so much. You just love being obedient and dumb and empty lmao. You, like, pretty much live in your mask these days.

A pup mask…Misha was pretty sure one of his subscribers had sent him one of those once, but it had been really confusing to put on and he’d only worn it once. No, wait, that wasn’t right. Misha was such a ditz! He’d loved the experience of putting on the pup mask and letting himself be a dumb pup for his chat. And chat had loved sending in tips to give him commands like “sit,” “roll over,” and “stick a tail in your hole.”

It had been so popular that the subscribers had told Misha to make it a weekly thing, then a biweekly thing, and by now it had pretty much become what Misha did during his streams. While chatting with this guy had been fun, Misha really wanted to get on with the stream and mask up. He opened his mouth to tell the viewers that, but then remembered that he had been ordered not to talk. Too bad, chat would only hear his deep, resonant voice if they ordered him to bark after he put on his mask.

Mish-puphunk: Okay dude, I gotta go be a good dumb pup now.

Himbo_mkr: Got it, bruh! You got a bunch of hunky doms to please by being a good pup slut!

Chat cheered as Misha stopped streaming the chat window and winked at the camera. An especially hung dom who loved to tip had won the bid war last night to decide what Misha wore, so Misha fondled the straps of his leather harness as he got up to grab his mask. He wondered what his chat full of muscular, horny himbo doms would have him do today.

Misha slipped on the mask and let his mind go blank.

[braxiatel]

Goodtimeswithscar is a sexyman and I will prove it to you

If you are still on the fence I encourage you to look at the sexypedia - a wikipedia dedicated to tumblr sexymen - and checking out their tropes page. Scar meets 35/62 on a list where recent winner of the tumblr sexyman poll Cecil Palmer of WTNW fame only has 8 listed on his character page!

35!

Scar is Textbook, and if you need proof I have gone through all the tropes and explained why they apply to him!

VOTE SCAR!

4th Wall Blurring: This one is arguable due to the nature of the medium but I’ll include it

Animal Theming: See: animal hybrid headcanons and designs. Cat Scar, panda Scar, hyena Scar, avian Scar - they’re everywhere!

Angst: That cactus ring… magic mountain. need I say more? This boy has angst. 

Bait: *gestures at the shirtless skins*

Capitalist: she sells sea shells on the sea shore but the value of these shells will fall due to the laws of supply and demand no one wants to buy shells cause there’s loads on the sand step one you must create a sense of scarcity 

Chaoslord: HotGuy! [snipes you for no good reason]

Criminal: shells will sell much better if the people think they’re rare you see bear with me take as many shells as you can find and hide them on an island stockpile them high until they’re rarer than the price of diamond

Con Artist: step two gotta make the people think that they want them really fucking want them hit ‘em like Bronson influencers product placement if you haven’t got a shell then you’re just a fucking waste man

Dealmaker: three it’s monopoly invest inside some property start a corporation make a logo do it properly shells must sell that will be your new philosophy swallow all your morals they’re a poor man’s quality

Distinctive Voice: I do not need to make any arguments here. Have you heard him???

Quotable Catchphrase(s): well hello there, scarred for life, “a-ma-zing”, etc.

Distinctive Laugh: I think I autism stole Scar’s laughter (whoops) so I’m giving him this one too, but also that gigle is just very good and we all know it, right?

Dominating: from the trope description: “Characters who assert their power over others. Could be through manipulation, magic, smugness, or force of personality.” Yes. 

Duality: Convex did not put their whole entire vexussies into that possession storyline for us to forget about it. 

Egotistical: This one is arguable and a question of characterisation, but I think that we can all agree that on some levels, yes. 

Eldritch: From the trope description: “Since the typical sexyman is a tall mostly human looking pale twink, in a vast majority of the cases the eldritch is a heavy implication lying just under the surface.” Hello? Vex Scar?? 

Gay: See subsection: 

LGBTQ+ Coded: That cactus ring. Mumbo “eye candy” Jumbo. The season 7 mayoral race. Concorp. His jolly rancher arc. This man has so many boyfriends. 

Girlboss: listen I think a lot of characters who aren’t traditional girlbosses get called so, but with Scar I think it’s accurate okay. Did Scar utilize girl power effectively when he and Cub were blatant war profetiers during the season 6 civil war? yes. Absolutely. Girlboss. 

Glowing Neon: vex blue anyone?

Hot-headed: Don’t let his calm exterior fool you. Remember. Scar when someone steals his horse: *sets their whole entire house on fire*. 

Intelligence: yes but also see subsection

Smartdumb: Okay listen. Scar is Smart. Scar is very smart. And I specifically have to make sure you know I am talking character only here because cc!Scar seems to me to be a Very intelligent person with a wide field of knowledge. But uhm. c!Scar dies so much and so often in ways that are completely unavoidable. He does silly things without thinking of the consequences. I have seen enough people calling him a himbo (beloathed term) enough times that I do not need to argue this point. He is smart but also babygirl Why are you like this.

Johnlocked: “When two characters are shipped extensively by fans despite the pairing not necessarily being canon (or even present) in the original work.” it started out with a cactus ring how did it end up like this, it was only a cactus ring, it was only a cactus ring

Knifemurder: Hotguy! [snipes you a second time] 

Magnificent Bastard: This Is The Whole Point. Scar oozes charisma even when he is the villain and that’s why he is so beloved. He is smart, he is stylish, he is charming, even while he is killng you. This is the point. 

Marked Canon/Fanon Divergence: “Sexymen with a large gap between how they are in the original work (Canon) and how they are commonly portrayed in fanworks (Fanon)” see : the fake crystals vs Scar actually having magic, the abs being painted on vs shirtless Scar everywhere, etc.

Monster Features: vex scar vex scar vex scar

Nonhuman: like the vex thing is literally canon it’s not fanon those cons sure did vex 

Pale Twink: We could have done many things with this collection of blocks people, and yet my dash is full of shirtless twinks/twunks every day ending with a y. Curious. 

Perpetual Smiler: Okay listen this is partially the nature of the medium but also 1) that is a distinctive smile and 2) have you see the fanworks? 

Power: This man tried to sell fake magic crystals and we all just decided he can do magic. He was an elf once and now fae/elf Scar headcanons are everywhere. 

Scars: I- I’m not explaining myself here. yes??? 

Tall: I can think of one, maybe two portrayals of Scar that have made him short. 

Theme Song: four expand, expand, expand clear forest make land fresh blood on hands five why just shells why limit yourself she sells seashells sell oil as well six guns sell stocks sell diamonds sell rocks sell water to a fish sell the time to a clock seven press on the gas take your foot off the brakes then run to be the president of the united states eight big smile mate big wave that's great now the truth is overrated tell lies out the gate nine polarise the people controversy is the game it don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name ten the world is yours step out on a stage to a round of applause uou're a liar a cheat a devil a whore and you sell seashells on the seashore

Unkempt: so those rugged life series Scars, huh? 

Villain: Scar has been the villain several times and has a Long list of crimes to his name

Technically Antagonist: see 3rd life

Villain Protagonist: unreliable narrator Scar my beloved. I love how he just *does terrible things edited to make him look like he’s just a silly little guy having some harmless fun*

Well-Dressed: Hmmm I wonder why waggon/tycoon Scar routinely wins every Scar skin poll. Also he has enough outfits to include these sub categories too: 

Suitguy: “Characters who typically wear formalwear, specifically suits. Often includes waistcoats, top hats, bowties, and pinstripes. Other neckwear may also be worn.” Again. The tycoon skin really lives rent free in all out minds, huh?

Long Coat/Cape/Robe/Etc: bathrobe wizard Scar my beloved but also do you know how many thirst trap last life Scars I’ve seen?? 

White Twink Humanization: He is made out of blocks in canon. We did not need to make him like this and yet we did. 

White Hair: last life Scar beloved by many <3

VOTE SCAR!

[jmrothwell]

“Why are you using the ladder like that?” for Julie and her himbos.

Julie braced herself as he hand hovered over the studio doors as she tried to puzzle together what could be happening inside. 

She probably could just try and peek in through the windows to see what her ghosts were up to. BUt that would just add extra time if she needed to get in to stop something stupid. Which from the sounds and bits of conversation she was catching was more than likely the case.

“It’s not my fault you forgot it.” Alex groaned, accompanied by some sort of shuffling scraping sound. His voice sounded strained and tighter than usual. 

“Well can you try throwing it to me?” Reggie shouted, voice warbling slightly, “I’m not sure I can move.”

Alex groaned louder, “please tell me you’re joking.”

Both their voices sounded like they were coming from above her, so they were probably in the loft. Except, there was something off about Reggie’s. 

The curiosity won and Julie entered the studio. Her eyes already toward the direction of the loft widened as more questions unearthed themselves in her mind. 

Alex, as she predicted, was in the loft. He held onto one end of her Dad’s old metal ladder, resting parallel to the ground over the loft banister. The other end of the ladder was out over the studio. 

As her eyes looked above her, Julie understood why Alex sounded strained

“Julie!” Reggie’s bright shout came from almost directly above, where it appeared he had crawled out onto the ladder like some sort of cat.

Julie gaped as her brain tried to sort and filter through her racing thoughts to determine what would be the best response here. “What are you doing?” She asked, sounding far too casual for the scene she just walked into. 

Reggie glanced around him before smiling back down at her. “We wanted to decorate!”

“Decorate?” Julie glanced to the loft where she saw a small pile of assorted garland, lights, and various decorative items.

Reggie made a mostly chirper humming sound, though his eyes were a little too wide and frenzied. 

Julie was finally able to unfreeze long enough to vaguely gesture at the ladder, “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Reggie shrugged and leaned in a way that made the ladder shift. His eyes briefly widened as Alex made a small shout, then he adjusted his posture again. When he continued speaking it was like nothing had happened at all. “We thought it’d be nice. Make the place a little more festive.” 

“No, why are you using the ladder like that?” Julie looked between Reggie as he precariously balanced on all fours-fingers white knuckled as they clung to the metal below him despite his smile-and Alex who leaned across the section of ladder resting along the loft banister, desperately trying to use his full body weight to counterbalance Reggie.

She let out an uneasy exhale. Sure they were ghosts, but they still felt pain for some reason, and who knew what other kind of damage they could cause if that ladder fell. Although it did look like they had pushed as much as they could to the walls of the garage. 

The two ghost boys let out high pitched whines. Before they could come up with whatever half baked lie was forming in those heads of theirs she continued on, “I thought you guys could float now.”

“Luke can float now.” Reggie clarified behind a pout as Alex muttered darkly to himself about rule books. 

It was then Julie realized Luke was nowhere to be found. She’d gotten distracted by the ridiculous imagery of the makeshift ladder catwalk and sort of assumed Luke had been one of the masterminds behind it. 

“Where is Lu-” She cut herself off as Reggie and Alex exchanged uneasy glances, concern wrapped around grief with an edge of guilt. The same look they always shared when toeing around the subject of Luke and his parents. “Oh.”

She shuffled awkwardly, her gaze drifting to the ground again. After helping Luke get Unsaid Emily to his mom-and once a few other things had settled-he’d finally told her the story. It made sense that he'd more than likely be back haunting his parents, especially this time of year. 

A sudden loud thud and metallic clanging came from the loft as Alex loudly swore, “Jesus, warn a guy, Reg.”

Julie looked up, intending to look at the loft. She startled slightly when she was met by Reggie sheepishly standing directly in front of her. “He’ll be ok Jules.”

“I know, Reggie.” She said with a weak smile, soft laugh, and a small shake of her head. She wished she believed it more, it was always a bit of a gamble what kind of state Luke would be in after visiting his parents. Then her brows furrowed, “is he gonna be ok with you decorating the place?”

“He said he was fine with it?” Reggie shot a look toward where Alex was now standing, hands in his pockets. The taller boy simply shrugged. 

She looked between the two of them and wondered when they’d asked Luke, “Well, why don’t we wait and then we can all decorate together?

Alex and Reggie’s faces lit up with bright smiles, both readily agreeing to the plan.

[darling-i-read-it]

One Week

Adrian Chase x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: heavy insinuations to smut, making out, murder, shooting, a guy coming onto a girl aggressively

Author’s Note: yeah uh he’s literally my beloved. Stupid boy. Funky little man.

Requested; by anon, I know I just sent in that ask but trying to figure out an idea first but boom! I think something just hit andddd, hopefully this works lol. so there's already an established relationship between fem!reader and adrian chase, she also happens to be slightly on the chaotic side so she's been to prison a few times. basically, her and adrian are trying to get the freedom they deserve without getting caught/in trouble but things go sideways and they have to do a whole hit and run. from there, maybe their hiding out in a nearby motel and just get all cute and shit with one another, reminiscing about eachother. bonus points for it being a bit steamy somewhere. but yea! basically chaotic gf and himbo bf energy, pls?

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“I can’t help but kill people. If they don’t want to be killed they shouldn’t do anything wrong! It’s literally not my fault,” Adrian said, following closely behind you. You scoffed, not bothering to slow your walk. You were both lucky there was no one else around because Adrian likely wouldn’t have censored himself anyway.

“But don’t you get tired of it?”

“No. I enjoy it.” You weren’t surprised to hear that. You had gotten used to his tendencies, especially the ones that fed into yours.

“Nevermind that, don’t you get tired of running all the time?” “I don’t run. I have a mask.” You nodded and slowed your walking to a stop. You turned to face him. He had a chirpy look on his face that was undertone with more concern. He truly did care about you. He cared about you more than anything else. You were his best friend. He would be devastated if you made him pick between being Vigilante and being with you.

“Listen, you don’t have to stop. But maybe we could just slow down for a minute. Like maybe a week. How about one week, you and I don't do anything that would warrant us going to prison,” you offered. “Then you can do whatever you want afterwards.”

“We?” he asked. He cleared his throat then gestured to you and then to him. “We could do whatever we want. Together.” “Yeah. Of course we.” He nodded, contemplating this for a moment. The idea was appealing or more so, the challenge was appealing. Could he do it?

“Could you do it?” You laughed, crossing your arms.

“I could try.”

“Alright then. We’re going to be a quiet four person family spaghetti eating couple.” You nodded slowly.

“There are still only two of us.” “By the end of the week of no murder, I think there will at least be three.”

===

You tossed a bag of chips into the grocery cart that Adrian was pushing.

“Score!” he exclaimed, which was the same thing he said every time you made it in the basket. You smiled anyway, partly because you couldn’t help it. He was so adorable sometimes. You got up on the edge of the cart and he pushed forward as you looked over the aisle to see if the two of you needed anything else.

“Are we out of cookies?” “Yes.”

“Are we really?” “I don’t know.” You smiled and grabbed them anyway. You had some cash to spare, it wouldn’t break you. “You’re so beautiful you know that? So beautiful.”

“Because I got you cookies? Yeah yeah.” He giggled and started to push you and the cart faster.

“Wait, get into the cart.”

“No Adrian.” “Get in! It’ll be fun I promise. I swear. I pinky promise. Come here.” You giggled, shaking your head as he advanced on you. You hid behind the cart, laughter bubbling up out of your lips. You would have kept playing a little cat and mouse game had there not been yelling coming abruptly from behind you. Both of you stood up straight.

“You can never just leave me alone! Get your fuckin hands off me!” You looked between the food and the top of the shelf at a woman who was clearly having some problems.

“Oh come on princess,” the man in front of her said. You could hear his words clearly now that everyone five isles over had hushed at the sound of shouting. “Don’t be this way. Let’s just go outside, find somewhere private.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” You turned to Adrian whose face had fallen. He had a determined look over his face and was eyeing the glimpse he could see through the shelves. You put a hand on his arm. He looked down at you.

“Adrian…”

“I’ll be right back.” He grabbed your purse and left. You didn’t even know he had brought the suit. You cursed under your breath. You parked the cart to the side and got ready to make a hasty exit. Within minutes Adrian was back in his full get up, mask and all. You were always slightly disappointed he put it on. It covered his cute face.

“Who the hell are you?” the man asked.

“Rude,” Adrian said, shaking his head. He put his hands on his hips. “You’re not cool, I can tell. Miss if you would step aside.” He took out his gun.

“Where did he get the gun?” you whispered exasperatedly to yourself. He shot the man in the head, no second thoughts necessary. You pinched the bridge of your nose. There was screaming, chaos ensuing in the grocery store. He tossed you the purse and you fished out your keys, running to the exit. You ran to the car and pulled it around.

He was waiting impatiently for you when you arrived.

“We’ve gotta lay low!” he said, tumbling into the passenger seat. As you drove away quickly he ripped the mask off, taking a deep breath. “Sorry about that.”

“No cookies for you.” He pouted. You could tell he was fighting the urge to cross his arms like a little kid too. “I’m going to a motel. How much cash do we have?”

==

“This place is kinda shitty,” he whispered, walking from the bathroom to the bed. He rubbed his hair with the towel and then tossed it by the door. You rolled your eyes.

“Sorry I had to pick a place quickly otherwise you would get arrested.” You had your own run-ins with the police. A couple of motels had banned you. The places that hadn’t weren’t the best looking or the best smelling but hey, it was a bed. The TV was on. Police were still looking for Vigilante. It didn’t exactly help that you had been there together.

There was plenty of shitty security camera footage from the attack, plus plenty of eye witnesses who saw Vigilante shooting the man and then tossing you the purse. You would be here a week at least. Maybe two if the police were otherwise unoccupied.

Adrian jumped onto the bed. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt.

“I can’t see anything,” he whispered, his face down on the side of the pillow. You giggled and grabbed his glasses off the bedside table. You put them on him. He adjusted them so they sit on the bridge of his nose.

He sat up and looked at the TV.

“It’s a nice picture of your outfit,” you said, gesturing to the blurry camera still they were projecting on the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned it off, leaving the two of you in silence.

“That’s a boring show,” he told you. You nodded once, looking over to him.

“You can’t even go a week Adrian.”

“In my defense, you shouldn’t have taken me outside if you didn’t want me to kill someone.” “Oh that’s your defense now?” “Yes. I think it’s your fault.” He sat up straight putting his leg underneath him and the other straight on top of your outstretched legs. He had that playful look in his eyes that never left.

“I just won’t take you shopping with me again.” He paused.

“That’s not what I said. I like shopping,” he pouted. You shook your head, laughing. “Maybe we’ll just keep killing people. Come on, we’re good at it! You’re good at it! It’s what makes us such a perfect match. Romeo and Juliet have nothing on us. Or like, Bonnie and Clyde. You remember when we spent 45 minutes shooting targets and you beat me! Big deal that is.” He pointed his finger at you. With each word he seemed to be leaning closer and closer to you. You moved your legs so they were crossed in front of you.

“Yeah well I had a good teacher. We’re good at it but we’re going to spend the rest of our lives in shitty motels or prison if we keep this up.”

“That’s not so bad!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He leaned forward. You pushed his glasses further up his nose and he leaned forward, kissing you gently. You giggled against his lips, a smile wanting to push your mouths away. He was smiling too, causing it to be more teeth than lips so you both had to pull away. He brought his hand up, grabbing the side of your head and pulling you closer to him. His other hand traveled down your side, pulling you closer to him. You got up on your knees and he caressed your face, the heat of his lips making your laughter turn to light gasps. “We could do this,” he said. “Forever.”

“How appealing.” You kissed his jaw. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, not holding back his gasps. “If I get arrested?”

“I grow my hair out and convince them to let me in there with you,” he quipped. He dipped his head and his lips were back on yours. He leaned you back onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he straddled your waist. “Three?” he whispered.

“Huh?”

“Three people?”

“I’m not gonna stop you once you’ve started babe.” He had a devilish look in his eyes as he dropped down to kiss you again. You giggled, tugging on his hair.

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AFC Richmond as boyfriends

Here’s a lil headcanon collection of our favorite himbos as boyfriends.

I did it again for the staff (: AFC Richmond Staff as partners

A/N: Definitely didn’t put everyone but these were my top ones and it’s 2 AM so imma leave it here.

Sam Obisanya

The absolute sweetest man you have ever met

Such a softie, very concerned about making sure you’re happy and comfortable with whatever choices you make together.

He always picks the most random times to surprise you with things; showing up at your work randomly for lunch or with coffee/tea, random little souvenirs from his away games.

He’s always putting himself second and sometimes you have to remind him “hey, babe, you can do things for yourself, you deserve nice things too.”

Just, compliments galore with him. He’ll always find a way to compliment you on something.

The most cuddly person ever, he loves public affection (hand holding, piggy backing, hugging, kissing if it’s not raunchy, etc), he really just likes showing you off because he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have you.

He takes his time with your relationship, letting it bloom and grow at it’s own pace.

There aren’t many fights between you, hardly ever, the last “fight” you had was because you couldn’t unanimously decide which dog to rescue. The solution? You adopted both, now you share a one-eyed Jack Russell Terrier named Starro and a three legged German Shepherd puppy named Harry (Pawter. He was so proud at his pun when he showed you the then 3-month old puppy.)

Again, just the sweetest, more romantic man you’ve ever met and ever will meet.

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Isaac McAdoo

Man’s stubborn.

I mean it, he is as stubborn as a mule.

I’M DEAD SERIOUS, he once pouted for 5 days when you accidentally ate the last Rolo in the flat.

But he’s also romantic in a sort of rugged way?

He won’t go shopping with you but he knows what colors look best on you, he knows what styles look good on you, and he has your sizes and shades memorized.

Bear.

Mr. sometimes-crank-teddy-bear over here.

He’ll say he doesn’t want something but he will eat half of your food if given the chance. If you step away from your food to get a drink or something, there will be a good part mission when you get back.

Its a tradition to go on a date the morning of a game, and snuggle up with a movie after the game.

You have had more than a few drunk texts from him, all of them equally funny and full of sexual innuendos.

You don’t address his Rolo addiction. It could be something much worse anyway.

Richard Montlaur

So many visits to the goat farm he was raised on!

He really has to drag you back to London after visiting his parents because you don’t want to leave all the precious goats (and you and his parents get along famously).

You spend alternating holidays with each others families (except for Bastille day, you always spend that either together or with his family.)

There are always roses in your shared flat.

It’s a constant battle over his facial hair.

He has a grudge against the way the English make French pastries.

He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch or in uncomfortable positions and then wondering why his back or neck hurts.

Little spoon.

He’s teaching you French.

This man is a smooth operator, master at flirtation and romance. He’s good at planning romantic dates and outtings.

Dani Rojas

You 100% believe his mom when she says he was born caffeinated.

One of your first dates was a Mumford and Sons concert which was an interesting experience.

Soft boi hours with him. He’s a lil puppy dog.

Does this man ever sleep? Rarely.

He rises with the son and wants to get the day started immediately but he’s mostly letting you sleep in now.

He LOVES trying new things, exploring new places, generally having new experiences.

His absolute favorite thing to do when he’s not training is playing football (or any game, really) with the kids in your neighborhood. They all love him.

He’s a sweet boyfriend, not as sweet as Sam but he’s a close second.

You alternate who plans date night. You split the chores 50/50 but divvy it up if one of you is sick or has more work to do.

There’s so much alcohol in your flat its unreal.

You usually go to sleep before him but he has a bad habit of throwing himself into bed and partially waking you.

He makes the best breakfast most mornings.

And don’t forget the trips back home to visit his family in Guadalajara.

After a long day of training, he loves just laying down with his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

Jamie Tartt (Season 1)

FUCK NO

Jamie Tartt (Season 2)

On your first date you got drunk and bonded over shitty fathers.

Not that either of you really remembered the next day, you were both too hungover to immediately recall the night.

His love language is kind words.

At the start he needed a lot of reassuring that you did care about him for who he was, warts and all.

He’s slightly awkward when it comes to romantic gestures so most of the date planning falls on you don’t mind.

He still has some high maintenance behavior but he’s working on it and you’re proud of how far he’s come from the prick he used to be.

Your fights are usually over petty shit like where to eat for dinner or what movie to go see.

He will not hesitate to buy your feminine products for you. He knows your preferred brands and sizes and what treats you like when its that time.

He’s good at those rigged carnival games, the many little stuffed animals in your closet can attest to that.

He talks in his sleep. It’s all nonsense.

He has a soft spot for the neighbor’s cat (and cats in general).

Roy Kent

Rugged.

He’s great to snuggle up to.

The man is honest to boot. He doesn’t sugar coat anything at all.

10/10 times he will go down on you if asked. He’s a giver.

He is the heaviest sleeper in the world. You don’t know why he bothers setting alarms.

Phoebe has a room at your flat and spends so much time with you both.

Many nights have been spent reading different books on the couch together.

He has to clean the drains since 75% of it is his.

Fuck is a very versatile word in your home, used daily.

Not the most romantic man alive but he has his moments.

Date nights are usually relaxed and proper but sometimes you can make the old man have a little fun.

He growls at least a dozen times a day, it’s his main response.

Jan Maas

My beloved

My sweet, beloved Jan who can’t/won’t use a filter to save his life.

He’s blunt in everything and sometimes it makes you want to slap him.

Jan is still getting used to English ways and mannerisms.

He has good intentions but sometimes needs a little help with wording.

He likes going on Aquarium dates.

The more tired he is, the clingier he is and it’s too cute.

Once after a game he plopped onto the couch next to you and basically tried to curl up in your lap.

He can make amazing pancakes.

Thats it though.

You’ll do most of the cooking if you value living in a flat that’s not on fire.

He’s a sweetheart though.

Mostly good intentions though.

Doesn’t mind nudity and had to quickly be reined in by the team. Not at home though.

At home he can easily be found lounging in boxers and a t-shirt while he sips coffee.

He knows what he’s doing.

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[beels-burger-babe]

If you haven't answered this yet, what do you think the brothers' love languages are?

Alright! Now that I am sitting down, I can answer these! (I realized halfway through writing this, this is basically one of those headcanon thingies and changed the format)

Lucifer.

Man is the literal embodiment of Pride.

He won't say "I love you" until you say it first. As a result, he shows his love in other ways.

Lucifer shows his love in how attentive he is to you.

He'll check in throughout the day and see how you're doing.

He'll always make sure that he's aware of all of your needs, and the moment something is wrong or you need something, he's there.

He takes pride in being the one who knows you best and being able to help and provide for you whenever he can.

Mammon.

Ah, our dear tsundere.

At first, Mammon definitely has a hard time talking about his feelings, but I feel like once he's pushed past his denial of them and has confessed, our boy would be more open about it.

That being said, Mammon is the Avatar of Greed, so I feel like he'd show his love in a more material way.

He'd give you gifts whenever he can.

If he sees ANYTHING that reminds him of you even the slightest bit, he's buying it.

He also gives you things that he thinks will remind you of him.

So you probably have half of his closet. It makes him happy to see you wear his jacket in public

It tells others that you're his

Leviathan.

So, as the self-deprecating otaku that he is, Levi gets nervous about all kinds of aspects of your relationship, and boy is showing his feelings one of them.

Still, I think the way Levi shows his love is in small things.

He'll want to talk to you even more about his favourite animes and games because he trusts you enough not to make fun of him.

Even more telling, he'll start asking you about your opinion on them or even what your favourite animes and games are.

He'll also just be inviting you to spend time in his room with him as frequently as possible, that way there's less of a chance of you changing your mind on how you feel about him.

Satan.

You cannot convince me that Satan is not a hopeless romantic.

We're talking about a man who lives in a literal library and has been reading every book he can get his hands on for centuries.

So yeah. Satan pulls out all the stops.

He does the big gestures.

He serenades you with poetry that reminds him of you.

He'll wake you up with breakfast in bed.

He'll take you for every single cliché date in the books, and to cat cafes.

Why is all of this so special?

It means that Satan is not afraid to let down his mask and be soft and nerdy around you. You taught him that he's more than just Wrath, and now he'll want to spend every last second proving you right.

Asmodeus

As the Avatar of Lust, Asmo is extremely affectionate physically.

But that's not the only way that he shows his love.

You taught Asmodeus that he is more than just his beauty, and that means so much more to him than he can put into words.

So he dotes on you.

He'll always be asking if he can brush your hair for you or do your nails.

He'll put together matching outfits for the two of you to wear.

If he notices you're stressed, he'll run a bubble bath for you and give you a massage.

Most importantly, his flirting that he did on daily basis will transition from quips about your physical appearance and sensuality to more sentimental, nearly poetic, compliments about how kind, beautiful and simply radiant you are.

Because he doesn't want you to think that he only loves you for your appearance either.

Beelzebub

Listen. I'm the first person to say "Beel's character isn't just his appetite."

But let's be honest.

If our hungry himbo loves you, part of the way he's gonna show it is by sharing his favourite foods with you.

Beyond that, however, I think Beel will also just want to be around you more.

Beel wants to protect the things he loves, and if that includes you, he'll be extremely protective of you.

He's always offering to help you with even the smallest things

He makes sure that your health and get enough water, food, sleep, and if you take prescription medicine, he'll remind you to take those too.

Beel just wants to see you happy and healthy and will do everything in his power to make sure that happens

Belphegor

So Belphie, similar to Beel, will become more protective and attentive of you, but he does it in a more subtle way.

If one of his brothers tries to rope you into a shenanigan that sounds dangerous, he'll yawn and lay down on top of you so that you can't leave.

He'll always make sure that you aren't overworking yourself, and will drag you into a cuddle pile if you are.

He'll make sure that he knows everything about you.

Especially any fears or triggers, so that he can avoid them and protect you from them.

Belphie knows that he's caused you a lot of pain already, and he wants to do whatever he can to make sure that you're never afraid or hurt again.

Also, I don't think he would tease you as much.

I know what you're thinking, but hear me out.

Look at how he is with Beel. He is so incredibly soft and careful when he's with Beel because he loves him more than any of his other brothers.

He'd be the exact same way with MC. Careful, gentle, and soft.

[multi--kpop--fanfics]

(Not) Such A Good Boy

sub!bf!Juyeon x dom!fem!reader (ft. Eric, Kevin and Hyunjae)

genre: smut, slight crack, a bit of fluff towards the end

contains: dom/sub themes, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), marking, biting, spanking, Juyeon is a brat on a choker and a leash, unprotected sex (be safe y’all)

Author’s note: This man right there has been wrecking my existence lately (I blame Kingdom) and this GIF screams sub!Juyeon so yeah, enjoy this filth

“Lee Juyeon, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me”, you scoff under your breath. You have been waiting for the past twenty minutes in the living room, outfit and makeup on point, since you were about to go clubbing with your group of friends. But apparently, your dear boyfriend had lost all sense of time, trying to get ready.

Visibly irritated, you storm to your shared bedroom, your heels angrily clicking on the wooden floor. “Juyeon, I swear to God-” you mutter and stop mid-sentence, only to see your boyfriend leaning on the door, fully dressed and a lop-sided smirk plastered on his handsome face. 

“You called, babe?”, he asks teasingly and before rolling your eyes, you give him an once-over, processing his choice of clothes - a pair of tight black leather pants that were hugging his muscular thighs deliciously, a pair of black combat boots, a cropped black sweater with holes around his clavicles and a black belt-like choker around his neck. He was the epitome of the emo bad boy that all parents hated and all girls craved. 

“Um, what is this?”, you question him with a pointing finger. "That, is my outfit for tonight", Juyeon states, the previous smirk still on his face, "What, you don't like it?". "Isn't it a bit unfair for me to wear not so revealing clothes all while you're dressed as an emo himbo?", you complain and he laughs, "An emo himbo? Wow, you're getting more creative with your descriptions, Y/N. You're right though, it's a sort of questionable outfit". You perk up at his response, hoping he'll change into something more colorful and less hole-adorned, only to be utterly disappointed, as Juyeon reached into the closet only to drape a black leather jacket on top of his broad shoulders. "Now we're good to go", he turns to you and winks with audacity. Brat, you scoff mentally and pick up the keys to unlock the door and finally leave your shared apartment.

"Finally! What the fuck took you so long?!", your friend Eric yells at you, trying to overcome the loud bass of the club speakers. "Your complaints to your friend over there, he was the one who took twenty minutes to get ready", you roll your eyes pointing to Juyeon, who was greeting Hyunjae and Kevin, your other friends. "Yooo, Juyeon, what's up with the collar, bro?", Eric amusingly points out. "It's a choker, you tasteless twat. But what would you know of fashion, since you only know how to wear t-shirts and ripped jeans?", Kevin comments and Juyeon mouths a 'thank you' to him. "Simple is the best, my dear friend. Besides, I've been getting all the girls, unlike you and your snake print jacket", Eric retaliates. "Excuse you, this jacket is a fashion statement!", Kevin bites back, feeling insulted. "Not gonna lie though, it does look like a collar. Will you put him on a leash too, Y/N?", Hyunjae comments in a snarky way, making Eric cringe in disgust. "Hyunjae, please go get some drinks, for God's sake", you reply with a dismissive manner. "Yes ma'am", he rolls his eyes and goes to the bartender.

You turn to Juyeon, who was extremely stiff after Hyunjae's comment. "You okay, baby?", you nudge him softly and he's brought back to reality. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, no worries", Juyeon replies, praying that the loud bass could cover his shaky voice. "Don't listen to Eric and Hyunjae, they have zero fashion sense, bro. I would wear that choker too, looks hella good on you", Kevin adds while pointing to the choker and Juyeon's smile is back on his face, "Thanks, bro, I really appreciate it", he replies with a chirpy tone.

The music suddenly changes into a slower jam and Juyeon smirks devilishly, as he winks at you and walks towards the dance floor. You watched as he starts swaying his hips and shoulders in the most smooth way possible, his half-lidded eyes never leaving yours. Eric and Kevin were whistling and cheering on Juyeon, all while Hyunjae was snorting at their antiques. You were simply lost in the image of your boyfriend dancing like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't just following the rhythm, he was riding it - and boy, was he good at doing so.

In fact, he was so good that he gained the attention of many people in the club. And you were lowkey proud, because that man was yours. However, a certain girl wasn't aware of that - hence why she approached Juyeon and started dancing with him. You were a bit jealous, not gonna lie, but the next moment made your blood fucking boil.

He had the fucking audacity to put his hands on her waist and dance with her - all while looking to you over her shoulder with the most smug expression on his face. That fucker, you mentally curse. This was definitely payback for everything you said before you left the house. You just knew it. You weren't even the jealous or possessive type of girlfriend to begin with.

But you'd be damned if you were to let a random bitch run her hands over your boyfriend.

Hyunjae catches up to your motions and he grabs you by your wrist. "Hyunjae, what the f-" "Shut up and listen to me. Going there and creating a scene will not end up well for you and you will give Juyeon exactly what he wants", he states and his words hit home faster that you expected. "Since when did you become so perceptive?", you raise an eyebrow and he chuckles, "I have my moments too, Y/N". "So, since your brain decided to actually function tonight, do you have any idea?" you ask in defeat and Hyunjae starts pulling you to the dance floor by your hand, leaving Eric and Kevin completely baffled. He then pulls you into his chest and leans in your ear to whisper

"Just dance, Y/N".

A Cheshire cat-like grin spreads on your lips, as you catch up to his ulterior motive and you start dancing with Hyunjae, hoping that Juyeon will notice the two of you. "Don't think too much about it, it will happen naturally", he adds, "You're too stiff, Y/N, just relax and enjoy dancing".

His words actually succeed in making you relax and you sway your hips more comfortably, actually enjoying the slow jams echoing through the club speakers. Under the dim lights, you lock eyes momentarily with Juyeon, who was licking his lips and his gaze was a mix of lust and death glares, the last one directed to Hyunjae. "Told you it would work", he comments, "You owe me this one". "Shut the fuck up, Hyunjae", you spit back and he laughs.

However, his laughter is cut short by a very jealous Juyeon, who has grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Next time I see you dance with Y/N, I'll break your fucking kneecaps", he growls and Hyunjae takes a step back, "She's all yours, bro", he raises his hands in defense and returns to the table. Juyeon then turns to you, his blood still boiling with jealousy, as you watch him with a proud smirk.

"You find this funny, huh? Dancing shamelessly with my friend?", he clenches his jaw. You then thread a finger through his choker and pull him close to your face, making Juyeon gasp. "Funny? No honey, I'm fucking fuming right now, because you decided to act like a brat and put your hands on the first bitch that threw herself on you", you retaliate, your chill facade slipping away. A sickly sweet smile adorns Juyeon's face as he watches every single movement of yours. He lowers his head, his lips hanging mere centimeters over yours and he slyly pokes out his tongue to lick your lips, hissing at the wet feeling.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad, baby".

That was the last straw.

"Get your stuff, we're going home", you announce and he flashes a toothy grin. "Yes ma'am", he replies almost immediately and you return to your friends' table. "Guys, we'll be leaving now, hope you enjoy the rest of the night!" you announce and Eric looks between Juyeon and you. "Do I want to know what's going on?", he questions and Kevin pats him on the back while shaking his head as in 'no'. You both bid farewell to your friends and you walk out of the club, jogging towards your car. Juyeon whips out the cars keys and he opens the door for you, his gentleman-like gesture a complete contrast to his previous bratty behaviour.

The ride back home feels like it lasted for hours, when in reality, it lasted only ten minutes - maybe it's your sheer desire to fuck your handsome boyfriend to oblivion. By the time you entered your shared apartment, your lips were on Juyeon's neck, your hands roaming his toned body and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"You love acting like a bratty slut, don't you?", you sneer at him and he releases a breathy chuckle. "Yeah, and so do you", he whispers and he trails kisses upon your neck and behind your ear, nibbling your earlobe. "Are you going to punish me for being a bratty slut?".

You thought you came right there and then, 'cause fuck, he is so hot like this.

"Is that what you want? Fine then, you'll get the punishment you deserve, slut", you hiss while gripping Juyeon's jaw, your manicured nails raking his porcelain skin, "Don't say I didn't warn you", you whisper into his ear and he releases one of the lewdest sounds you've ever heard in your life. "God, you're a desperate little bitch, aren't you, Lee Juyeon?", you ask while removing the detachable strap of your bag and clasp it on his choker, creating a make-shift leash. "Only for you, baby", he replies with a sultry voice and half-lidded eyes.

You pull him by the make-shift leash, and you push him onto the couch, where you settle yourself on his lap, his hard cock straining his already tight pants. You remove his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. Wasting no time, you attack his collarbones with your lips, trailing red and purple blotches on his soft skin. You bite the juncture of his neck teasingly and he releases breathy moans, making you chuckle. You grind your clothed core on his bulge, and the sweet friction makes Juyeon mewl again. He tries to reach for your crotch with his hand, but you stop him by pulling the leash, making him gasp.

"No sweetheart, no touching tonight", you chastise him, as you pull back to remove your clothes and his pants, leaving the both of you only in your underwear. Juyeon's bulge is even more evident now, the thin material of his boxers having a wet spot, due to his cock leaking pre-cum. The sight in front of you makes your own wetness pool in your panties - your boyfriend on a leash, his perfectly styled hair now disheveled, his upper torso covered in love bites, his muscular thighs fully spread and his cock straining against his boxers.

"Baby, fuck, please do something", he pleads with bleary eyes. "Lie down for me", you order and he's laid flat on his back with one swift motion, his desperation showing. You remove your underwear and place your naked pussy right in front of his face. He reaches for your thighs with his arms, but you slap them away. "I said, no touching", you say sternly, "But-", "You should have thought twice before touching that bitch with your hands. Now, be a good boy and use your pretty mouth", you demand.

Juyeon pushes his wet tongue into your heat without second thought and he's lapping up your juices like a starved man. You can't help but moan with satisfaction, having him under your control like that gave you a huge adrenaline rush. You raked your nails from his torso to the hem of his boxers, the sensation making him moan and momentarily halt his actions. You slap his left thigh to alert him and his cock twitches, the vibrations of his moans coursing through your body as well. Juyeon now flattens his tongue against your folds with a faster tempo.

"You like it when I spank you, huh? Naughty boy", you smirk and land another slap, this time on his right thigh. Juyeon retaliates by sucking on your clit harshly, making you yelp from pleasure and you feel him smirk against your pussy. You find the leash and tug it, pulling Juyeon's face even closer to your core. "Behave, or you'll sleep without cumming tonight", you warn him and he whines, but resumes his efforts nonetheless. "Good boy, k-keep it u-up", you stutter as you feel your high approach with each passing second. His tongue is alternating between circling your clit and pumping in and out of your hole, the squelching sounds creating a pornographic scene.

You scream as you cum on Juyeon's face, your whole body shaking, as he helps you ride out your orgasm with kitten licks. You pull yourself together and turn around to face him, as he nastily licks his lips to taste your essence. "Sweet like fucking candy", he comments, "Want a taste, baby?". You pull him by the leash and crash your lips on his, tasting yourself, as your tongues dance crazily in a battle of dominance. "You're still acting like a brat, but since you did as I said, maybe you deserve to cum after all", you state and bend down to remove his boxers and free his painfully hard erection.

"Y/N, stop fucking teasing already!", Juyeon whines again and you slap his thigh again, "Where did your manners go, baby?".

"Please, Y/N..."

"Please what?"

"Please use my cock to cum"

"Fuck, such a good boy", you moan and spear yourself onto his hard cock, the sudden stretch tipping between pain and pleasure. You give yourself almost no time to adjust and you start riding Juyeon like a mad woman. He pistons his hips in unison, pounding into you with a speed neither of your brains are able to register. You put your hands on his broad chest for support and he holds your hips with his hands so tight you might get bruises the next day. Neither of you are able to contain your obscene moans nor form coherent sentences, way too lost in pleasure and lust.

"Fuck, Juyeon, you're such a good boy, so good for me", "Only for you Y/N, shit- only yours", he groans and his hips start to falter, signaling his upcoming orgasm. "I-I'm close again, nngh..", you mewl as you feel your insides clench around his cock like a vice. "M-Me too, Y/N please let me cum, let me f-fill you up baby", "Oh God, yes, fill me with your cum, babe", you moan loudly.

Juyeon moans with you as he stills himself, his cock twitching uncontrollably and flooding your cunt with his hot cum, painting your insides white. You collapse on top of him, panting heavily, the both of you sweating and spent, laughing breathlessly. You muster all the strength you have left in you to remove the choker from Juyeon's neck.

"Oof, thank you baby", he nods, rubbing his neck softly. You swipe a few dark strands of his forehead. You notice the marks on his neck the choker left and you can't help but feel a little regretful. "Did I hurt you?", you ask sheepishly and Juyeon smiles softly and presses a kiss on your nose. "No baby, you were perfect. We should do this more often, actually. You look hella sexy when you take control", he teases and you playfully smack his chest.

"So you intend to dance with random girls in clubs?", you ask and Juyeon smirks,

"No, but I intend to be not such a good boy for you".

[disfordevineaux]

Hello ! So if you finished watching season 4, could you share your opinion on it ? Did it meet your expectations ? Was the ending satisfying ?

HELLO! Yes, yes I have. Pretty much the second it came out I was watching it. I have pretty much been in a gif making coma for the last 3 days since its release, and I think the fact it's over has now just hit me.

I really liked s4. It was rushed, yes, but that's understandable considering the context. S4 was clearly not the initial plan. Not many Netflix aminated TV shows reach S6 or past that, so I have a feeling they were going for 6 seasons but had to cut it short. It's better than it getting officially cancelled. Which is most likely why season 4 was full to the brim with actions and character development. So I'm not mad at the quick end but I would have loved at least one more season to really flesh the development and plot points. No more so than the Devineaux development in regards to the new Julia and Chase dynamic.

Before I go into that I want to address the solo Chase-ness that was fantastic. Chase got his ass kicked like 5 times this season, once by a chair.

And was clocked by a frisbee for good measure too.

Oh, and landed on his car another time. The pain in his face... I- help this man.

But he got to kick some of his own asses this season too ofc.

Anyway, Chase really stood up and said ‘I am a Himbo’ this season and it filled me with joy. Just look. veryveryveryvery handsome as always I approve of this message.

Enough said.

Let me get on with the big thing I want to talk about. The Chase and Julia dynamic reinvention.

If I’m honest, it did feel quick, due to time constraints, but not out of nowhere. My expectations for Chase and his growth was blown out of the water. I was incredibly impressed with his physical display for admiration for Julia in the end. His way of officially apologising, (as someone said on a rb of one of my posts), Chase is a person of action and his grand gesture of giving Julia the spotlight, as well as a few glowing compliments and a callback and twist of what he used to say, was a great twist on just an ordinary apology. I adore how you can clearly see that he means it.

It was monumental, if a subtle display of respect that clearly struck a positive chord with Julia, and only could have with Julia. Just look at her face in the gif above, PURE. She clearly seemed as though she had decided to forgive his past transgressions after his help in her rescue.

Most definitely helping in her decision to return to ACME to be his partner again. Know she isn't alone and that Chase truly has changed for the best. I love how Chase was complete rapture that she had decided to return, even going for a hug. The guy really went from S1 striving to be stoic all the time, to allow himself to wear his emotions and expressiveness on his sleeves. Just, good vibes right there. It felt like the s4 Chase we got was always there but hidden by his ego and by himself deliberately.

Wholesome stuff my guys. My heart was FULL. I tell you. FULL. I slapped my hand to my chest in awe. He even asked: ‘But your academic career?’ and was happy to be finally able to hunt down real criminals with her, as, and I quote, a family. Adorable.

Don’t even get me started on the fist-bumping. I would throw myself into a pit of fire for them.

And those inside jokes? I could be here all day. Their dynamic now, if not nearly displayed a much as I wanted, was nourishing to my soul. Just LOOK

And that is just one scene.

After the first time jump of 3 weeks, they appeared to be finally enjoying one another company, a true team. Then after 6 months, it seemed even more natural, playful too. They trusted each other's abilities and opinions. Sharing their belief that Carmen was good as well as supporting one another as good partners should, especially Chase. They look so comfortable in each other presence it was immaculate.

They appeared content, and I loved that most of all. Chase was genuinely interested in Julia’s explanations and it was heartwarming to see. Julia appreciating it too. Watching them interact as close friends now was such a treat. The last 2-3 episodes, in particular, Chase even asking her to continue and adding onto her historical divulges. Awesome stuff. And Julia running into Carmen just as she was about to punch Chase’s lights out was pretty sweet too, as well as her getting one in on Cleo, GO GIRL GO. Julia this season had so much more depth. Loved it.

Also, finding out Chase’s name is in fact a self-given nickname was right on theme with the show. So many people with real names we will never know.

Back onto the expressions and his enthusiasm. I mean LOOK. This dude- AND THE CAT JACKET RETURNS!

He just loves his wordplay.

Anyway- The effect Julia had on him was profound and just fantastic to see. He wanted to be better. Chase will no doubt rub off some of his own flairs onto her in due time I'm sure.

Chase working with carmen and the small interaction we got were great as well. Still a little rigid, but full of intrigue.

Chase wanting to go and save Julia, because he earlier felt as though this was all his fault, was precious too. And the whole Tigress and Chase fight scene was amazing. He trapped her inside a casket, iconic. And Chase showing up as Julia is like ‘omfg Devineaux is that you?’ As he just all suave says ‘fashionably late as always’ and pushes his messy hair back like HOOO BOY you lovely little stinker I would die for you. He was ready to fight 1 v 3. No one has the same determination as a Devineaux. For an ordinary guy, he is really able to keep up with the best, if not behind a tad I MEAN UM. DUDE SLID DOWN THE STAIRS AND JUMPED RIGHT INTO A HOLE. No second thought THEN SWUNG HIMSELF OVER NO PROB? Who is this athlete of a man?

Like my man, you are not graceful at all please let carmen do it.

In the end, he really did save them both which was vindication, Speaking of vindication:

Okay, I really went off track and hardly said what I wanted to say. I got carried away with gifs. I think I said what I wanted to say? Right now my brain is still mushie.

To finalize: I was content with the end. Zack and Ivy joining ACME as Carmen has some time to go truly find herself was an interesting idea. The 2 year time jump at the end left a few holes but hey, I’ll take it. Shadowsan returning to his brother was so nice to see, and Player all alone in the restaurant kinda broke my heart. The entire storyline with Chase and Julia was absolutely, revolutionary. It was what we deserved, what they deserved.

I think my love for Chase really made me live for the scenes and moments we got of him alone and interacting with others. Season 3-4 really were his crowning glory. I'm proud of him.

Also, I want to mention the Zack/Turtle scene because I nearly died when I saw it the way the turtle wiggles and the way he rUNS I- okay goodbye.

[thetwstwildcard]

Okay but- if the boys were to have a dating route, how are they like with an S/O 👉👈

I mean, if y'all wanna ship with them feel free-

Chase Shard

A total tease to his S/O, will constantly appear behind them or in trees. A big flirt who will only go further if his S/O gets shy. Mischievous cat. 10/10 will say "That's my girl/boy/kit", expect sudden kisses and hugs from behind

Nathaniel Blanc

Prim and proper, prepare to be out dressed. Initially cold (calls his love interest "a weed") but will eventually warm up and call them flower pet names. Not the most PDA focused oc but will steal kisses when no one is looking

Jasper Wocky

Himbo jabberwocky, a total sweet boy/"boy next door". Slightly oblivious to feelings and romantic gestures. Will use his wings as shade for his S/O or to bring them closer. If his S/O is fine with it, night flights

Xander Arripio

Soft boy, very awkward in affection and when he's flustered he will talk in 3rd person (since everyone called him by his name growing up he just took it as he has to say it). Soft spoken, hides his teeth to not scare people so expect kisses through the mask until he's comfortable (and only in private)

Jensen Byrde

The cold shoulder lover, no PDA but will also glare at whoever tries to make a move on his S/O(will pull them in with a wing). A man of few words, expect awkward pet names. He's terrible with feelings and affection but he is sincere. May take his S/O on flights and jokingly drop them before quickly catching them

Viorel Tempus

Another prim and proper, but he will show PDA just more old fashioned. If he's flustered the ticking of his clock gets louder. Will make small creations for his love. Expect old fashioned poetry and afternoon strolls

[quillfeather21]

Kirishima Eijirou Headcanons

(Pls he’s so beautiful I love our shark Boi)

1/ He’s trans too! Sorry, don’t make the rules here!

2/ Has anxiety, depression, AND ADD. (Self projecting onto a character? No sir not in this household haha...)

3/ His ADD didn’t really bother him that much when he was younger, it mostly just got him used to schedules and VERY upset no fun times when a schedule would be disrupted. Now? He can only sit still for a couple episodes of a show MAX before he has to get up and just run around the dorm like a man possessed to get some of the energy off. He’ll go get stuff just so it looks like he was doing something other than running around maniacally.

4/ this boy is so forgetful. Goes to get himself a drink? Forgets he has it five minutes later and then gets excited when he finds it. Forgot the word umbrella once and was trying to ask for it from Todoroki. So he was just standing, yelling and pointing at the umbrella in Todoroki’s hand “THAT! I NEED ONE OF THOSE!!” As Todoroki just is like: “What does that even MEAN?!”

5/ disaster pan. He just looks at everyone and is like? What? How hot? How this ATTRACTIVE?! Beefcake guys? Bench press him please. Soft and pretty girls? Woohoo so soft and squishy great cuddles. Non-binaries? Whoops he has a crush on your pretty ass.

All he knows is everyone is hot and he doesn’t have a type. (Poly Bakusquad question mark?)

6/ Absolute himbo. So dumb and loving but drinks his respect women juice on the REGULAR. My man consumes that by the gallon.

7/ he’s colorblind and can really only see red really well. Every other color just looks like very washed out shades of gray, with maybe a hint of the actual color. That’s why his clothing is so mismatch he just sees GRAY. That’s also why he chose red as his hair color. He wanted to be able to see it.

8/ Lives with his mom and stepdad and six other siblings. Bio dad fucked off to Narnia and left him and his mom when he was around five. Two of his siblings are older from his stepdad’s previous marriage, and the baby is his half-sister and he LOVES her. He would murder for Emiko no questions asked. Someone hurts his baby sister? Be prepared to throw hands with Eijirou and his two step siblings.

8.5/ Birth order, oldest to youngest: Kaito (23), Asami (19), Eijirou, Takeo and Natsuki (twins, 7), Misa (4), and Emiko (1)

9/ Has stretch marks on his stomach and arms, plus his thighs due to his quirk constantly hardening and unhardening his skin. He’s self conscious of them but the squad has reassured him COUNTLESS times that they look like hella manly tiger stripes!

10/ gets dry lips in the winter and they crack and bleed. Dry skin in general is just the bane of his existence. Carries moisturizer with him on the daily.

11/ carries feminine hygiene products in his bag, pockets, wallet, shoes- if he’s there, chances are he has a pad or two plus a handful of tampons stashed somewhere on his person. Both for himself and whoever needs them.

12/ Is the one who created the more expresso less depresso chat as a semi-healthy coping mechanism. Talking about his feelings? Okay, but I’m also going to make jokes to hide how much it hurts! (Kiri baby that’s not how it works-)

13/ Mina calls him her son because she cut his hair for the first time when he was fledgling trans.

14/ Love language is gestures and gift giving. Step dad is pretty well off so his family isn’t in need of any money and so he LOVES to buy thoughtful and semi-expensive gifts for his friends.

15/ hated his step dad when him and his mom first started dating. Sought to make this man’s life a living HELL. Tried to screw up so many date nights for them because as far as little six year old Eijirou was concerned this man was NOT to be TRUSTED and he was probably going to HURT Eijirou’s MOMMY and that WON’T HAPPEN.

16/ Miyabi Kirishima (his step dad) won him over by taking him to the Crimson Riot festival in Crimson Riot’s hometown and asking Eijirou for permission to marry his mom. Eijirou was impressed by both the festival and Miyabi’s love for his mommy. But if he hurt Mommy then Eijirou would pour cement in his ears.

17/ His childhood home burnt when he was ten. Everything he owned was destroyed. The only things they managed to save from the rubble were his stuffed cat, Poochi, and a Crimson Riot action figure. He still has those two things.

18/ is decent at cooking because both of his parents work and the older siblings are all in college and so it’s up to him to take care of the younger siblings.

[jacksons-goddess-gaia]

Demons Sonata~ Chapter 1

❖ EXO, tba idol x oc

❖ Series, fluff, supernatural au, angst, alternate universe au, ceo au

❖ Warnings: being followed, fear of the unknown, hinted death.

❖ wc: 2010

❖ Tag List: @queen-of-himbos @kimnamshiks @wonderland-obsession @gettin-a-lil-hanse @not-majestic-bluenicorn 

❖ Masterlist ❖

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Welcome into a different world~ Discover it-or more discover them and all the spooks, hijinks, light, and darkness along the way!  I’d love to know what you think!

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Feet clicked against cobblestone. Heels digging into sore ankles, blisters stinging with every movement. A harsh wind was blowing through the city streets, the icy bite of winter frost chilling her down to the bone within minutes. Despite this, she forged on, bright eyes squinting, straining to see the sign that marked her end goal.

Cars rattled past, the strangers within the windows of shops and cafes hardly taking notice of this oddly dressed traveler hurrying through the night filled streets. Nor did she blame them, they were all focused upon their own lives, the happy bubbles of people unbothered by the darkness plaguing her. The lady shook her head in an attempt to banish the terrifying images, dark, yet rich scarlet locks breaking free from their restraints to dance like flames in the night behind her.

“Come on!” She urged herself, frustration bleeding into her fear, hands clutching the thin black peacoat tighter around her. The far off sound of a siren wailing urgent and mournfully set her pounding heart on edge. If only she had listened to her instincts, if she had stayed home and ignored the snide remarks of her coworkers, she wouldn’t be in this mess! Cursing her all too human ‘want’ to be accepted, and her damned curiosity in the mysterious men who headed the company she worked for.

Their faces flashed before her eyes even now, dark eyes glittering, their curved lips and pride-filled powerful frames outlined in the glowing lights of the club. How stupid had she been, lured in by the forbidden fruit, that she had become blind to all the warning signs around her. Moments before it had all fallen apart she had wondered what her coworkers had meant when admiringly yet with a hint of something she now realized had been fear, called her brave for mingling with them. Like a fly drawn to honey, a rabbit awed by the beauty of the wolves den, she had been drawn into their trap.

As the shadows lengthened around her, the street lights burning, headlights of taxis flying past, she felt her blood grow cold once again. They had told her, had they not? Warned her that it was too late to turn back, too late to run, for now, the dark things she once believed were stories she knew to be real. And as she grew aware of them, they had become aware of her as well. Drawn to her they seemed to be, and even as she wished she did not, she glimpsed the shadow moving along the street across from her. Chewing on curved lips, painted a color akin to the blood surging through her pounding heart, she broke into a run. The small pools of that afternoon's rain splashing softly wetting her feet, however the promise of safety, however hollow and false it might be, drove her to pay the cold moisture no mind.

With an overwhelming surge of relief the neon sign, a beacon of light upon this smaller side street came into view. Had she paused for even a moment, stopped to greet the night guard as she usually would, Rosalina might have noticed the dazed and unseeing eyes upon the guards slack face. Then again had the wave of relief not distracted her, she might have felt the ice leave her veins. Or perhaps she might have noticed how as she neared the entrance she moved out of the unnaturally dark street into a bright beam of fiercest moonlight.

Feet pounding up the steps so quickly she appeared to fly, Rosalina had the door of her apartment unlocked and open before she fully stopped moving. As if to mark the end of her luck as she raced across the threshold, the stiletto of her heel snapped. A quiet gasp escaped her throat as she fell backwards, hands flying out into the shadows of the room for a hold. However, before she could fall back out the entrance from which she came, a set of strong arms wrapped around her.

“Careful.” Warned a husked voice beside her ear, the fear from which she had fled, flooding back the air leaving her lungs in a shriek.

“I forget how slowly you humans move.” Remarked another voice as Rosalina attempted to balance upon her now broken heels, the door swinging closed behind her with a click. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness within the room. Glancing around with wide eyes her heart leapt into her throat, nine figures slowly loomed out of the darkness, their silhouettes basking in the moonlight streaming from her open balcony doors.

“How?” as she stumbled back from the all too familiar man who had stopped her from falling. One of the men snorted at her legs trembling, she collapsed against the door.

“Really Rose, I’m disappointed. After what you saw did you really think a mere lock and chain would stop us?”

With the snap of his fingers all the lights came on at once, illuminating them fully before her eyes for the first time. As the folly of her actions and her last prayer that this was all one horrible dream, vanished like smoke before a hurricane. Rose was forced to realize the men who she had been so eager to befriend and learn about weren’t men at all.

“Don’t scare her.” Rebuked a man she recognized with ease, his stoic face a mask as usual. Sehun's eyes left her speechless as he leveled his gaze with the scarlet haired man sitting astride the arm of her couch. His gentle but raspy voice seemed to ease her nerves as she hesitantly kicked off her heels, if she needed to run-not that she believed now would help her in any way-she wasn’t about to break her ankle.

“Chill Sehun, he's being honest.” An impishly smiling Baekhyun was watching her with some amusement. Had she been less shocked and more angry, Rose might have told him to wipe that stupid grin off his face. It had been his interaction with her that had first piqued her interest, working under the funny man who had first invited her out. Dangling the fact that she could shut her snobby coworkers up if she came to the latest party to celebrate the successful buyout of their rival corporation. In fact she was angry enough, and as the grumbled words left her lips, the young man's eyebrows shot up to hide beneath his blonde bangs. While Chen choked on the tea he had seemingly helped himself to in her favorite mug no less, a rather irritating laugh left her bosses lips.

“See I told you she’s not a sheep like the others!” Baekhyun seemed delighted rather than insulted that his subordinate had just mouthed off to him in front of his own boss and colleagues.

“I guess there's still hope for humans.” Conceded Kyungsoo rolling his eyes as Kai beside him burst into hysterics, smacking his arm repeatedly in his mirth.

“Only some.” Agreed Xiumin grinning like the cheshire cat from story books.

“What do you want from me?” She demanded tired of this pandering and the uncomfortable feeling of those intense eyes burning into her skin. Pulling her coat tight around herself once again, Rose fervently wished she had worn a dress that was less revealing.

“Want?” Lay, who had stopped her from a crash landing in the hallway, cocked his head to the side puzzled.

“How do you feel about a promotion?” Chanyeol's cocky smirk said he knew all too well of how she would respond, a strong dislike forming within her at smugness.

“How would anyone feel about a promotion?” She scoffed, if she was going to be forced to play this game, she was going to play it her way, not theirs.

“Fair enough. Well, Rose-”

“Rosalina, only friends call me Rose.” She corrected Suho, for a second his pitch eyes darkened before he relaxed.

“I’d hoped we were. You didn’t seem to have a problem with being a friend earlier tonight,” he recalled with unnerving calm.

“That was before you claimed to be demons, and admitted to dooming me and everything else.” Rose reminded him with a scowl.

“Doom?” Sehun asked, looking affronted by the statement.

“You exaggerate.” Chuckled Chen not seeing the glare she shot in his direction,

“Exaggerate? Let me tell you mister big bad demon, humans are not used to seeing shadowy beasts moving and following them down streets!” Her snarl took the amusement out of the room, even Baekhyun sobered.

“They’re following her already?” Demanded Chanyeol, instantly moving to the window and looking outside before growling low in his throat, an inhuman sound that set the hair of her arms and head on end.

“Are you telling me you can see them?” Suho’s voice was deathly serious, his eyes darkening as he leaned forward, winged red hair standing out against the white of the couch.

“Yeah, those weird smoke shadow things.” She gestured back out the window, her bravery faltering as Xiumin joining Chanyeol at the window swore under his breath before he and the much taller man disappeared evaporating into billowing tendrils of black smoke.

"We need to leave. Now! She's awakening too quickly." Suho's words were directed at Sehun, the younger boy nodding face a mask as he seized her wrist.

"Let's grab your things, it's not safe until we know who is following."

"Not safe-You're the ones who-" 

But her protest was cut off as a shadow flashed across the room from the open window. Before it could take shape, Sehun's eyes flashed and with a burst of heat and flash of light it exploded into smoke. A dense smell of sulfur lingering in the air, the feel of a slimy phantom hand closing around your neck dissipating with it.

"Bogarts, no...its goblins. They love to prey on those at the beginning of their awakening, especially strong ones." Chen's eyes flitted to the window as a group of shadows raced away. "You must be especially tasty and powerful for them to dare enter the established zone. They must think you're worth the risk of dying since soon enough even you would be able to destroy them."

"They are notoriously dumb but to dare enter here..." Suho seemed enraged and equally disgusted, turning his eyes back upon Rosalina. "For now it'd be best if you came with us, not that we're really giving you the option. I doubt Baekhyun or Sehun would be thrilled if the goblins devoured your soul in order to transcend."

"Only grab the things you desperately need. Anything irreplaceable, otherwise we will supply whatever you need." Sehun's voice was quiet but left no room for negotiations. And that's how Rose found herself, scrambling to pack a suitcase of all her worldly and sentimental belongings.

"Really?" Sehun's eyebrow rose as she shoved a rather old and well-loved kitten plushie into the suitcase. However, as she glared at him, he held up his hands in surrender. Despite the calls from the living room to hurry it up, Rosalina took her time to pack, a mixture of rebellion and disbelief slowing her pace, praying that at any moment someone might jump out and shout cut, or that this might all dissolve away like the shadows. Sadly by the time she had finished packing however no such miracle had occurred. Taking her hand in his Sehun pulled her back out into the living room sparing her a sympathetic look as he felt the way her hands trembled, the tears of frustration and confusion welling in her eyes.

"Finally, get ready to go. It might feel odd, but bear with it, it'll all be over in a moment." Instructed Chen with a smile taking the suitcase as Sehun suddenly pulled her into his arms, wrapping himself around her from behind.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, the only warning she would receive before the world turned sideways, her stomach twisting as her feet left the ground; Everything whipping and warping around her before blinking out of existence.

[thalsianiii]

Something about Cake.

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Master Percival Thalsian the Third

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Style/Color: Long and straight, often slicked back but not always. Pitch black. Villainous mustache and goatee to match!

Height: 6′0″

Clothing Style: Dark, ominous. Lots of dark greys and black. Adorned with spiked armaments like shoulder plates and arm spikes. Generally not approachable looking. Rarely actually wearing a robe. Prefers pants and a billowing cloak, like batman! or Spawn! Often wearing a mask.

Few occasions he’s not in battle gear it’s something equally dark but classier. three piece suit is common. Not afraid to dress up in festive attire for the right events however.

Best Physical Feature: Probably the beard? He’s no macho man himbo hunk by any means. But I think he has a sharp looking goatee!

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: “Fear comes from uncertainty, and I am uncertain of nothing. I command fear, I do not let it command me.”

Your Guilty Pleasure: “I feel no guilt in my pleasures. But I love Clam Bars. It works to my benefit that they’re an unpopular choice of snack.”

Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “People who think calling someone ‘Master’ is some how synonymous with accepting themselves as inferior. Referring to someone by their title doesn’t make you any less remarkable. If you feel it does, that’s your own fault for being boring. Not my fault for being amazing.”

Your Ambition for the Future: “The Conquest and Destruction of the Human Kingdoms of the Eastern Continent. The Summoning of the greatest demons in all the Twisting Nether. The formation of a League of like minded masters of darkness to spread discord and chaos across the realms!”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “Get off of my head, cat.”

What You Think About the Most: “Demon Magic.”

What You Think About Before Bed: “Demon Magic.”

You Think Your Best Quality Is: “Mastery of Demon Magic.”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: “Single Dates. I dislike people on average and have no friends I’d want to engage with such frivolity with anyway.”

To be Loved or Respected: “Respected. You can’t love someone you don’t respect. And I wouldn’t want to be loved by someone who doesn’t respect me anyway.”

Beauty or Brains: “Brains. Beauty if nice, but useless. Having the intellect to wield your beauty to your benefit is much better than relying on your looks alone to save you. In fact, I enjoy disfiguring beautiful people the most just to make that point clear.”

Dogs or Cats: “Cats. They’re there when you want them and can survive without you when necessary. The claws are also appealing.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “Far less often than people think. Occasionally, sure. But more often than not I’m quite honest.”

Believe in Yourself: “Obviously.”

Believe in Love: “Well I’m married so I’d hope so.”

Want Someone: “All the time. Every day we’re together I want her that much more.”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: “Like a performance stage? No.”

Done Drugs: “On occasion yes. Sin’dorei and their blood thistle can be persuasive.”

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “Never. Despite how much everyone else suggested I hide my truth in the shadows to fit in with society, I never denied myself my truth. Better Stormwind burns and is reborn into an age of acceptance than let them spread their bigotry and oppression against my kind any longer.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: “Red. Fiery, bloody red.”

Favorite Animal: “Dragonhawks.”

Favorite Food: “Clam Bars.”

Favorite Game: “Hide and Seek & Destroy.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “The end of this month. The 29th.”

How Old Will You Be: “Less than Forty.”

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “Sixteen? Fifteen? Somewhere around there.”

Does Age Matter: “Depends on the context. In romance? Not necessarily. In bodily functions? Definitely.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: “Feisty, brilliant, and hot tempered. I love having a woman who can challenge me daily.”

Best Eye Color: “I’m indifferent.”

Best Hair Color: “Is it biased if I say red? Red heads are just more striking and rare.”

Best thing to do with a Partner: Percival doesn’t verbally answer but instead makes a lewd gesture with his left index and middle fingers going in and out of a circle made from his right index finger and thumb.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “–– My wife.”

I feel: “–– Unstoppable”

I hide: “–– Nothing.”

I miss: “–– Nothing.”

I wish: “–– For omnipotence.”

Tagged by: @arcanist-starweaver​ among others.

Tagging: @cypris-thalsian​ and idk anyone who hasn’t done this already but you too if you haven’t.

[gretchensinister]

also TDoP Blacksand and whichever of the NDU ships strikes your fancy

For TDoP (that’s The Doors of Perception, for those who don’t know, a long human AU on Ao3—my username there is the same as my url here) I think I will only do a few, since quite a lot of these questions get answered in the fic itself!

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Sandy—so early Kozzy has trouble believing he means it as seriously as he does. Sandy’s parents and all of the Guardians characters living in the house that’s the main setting say I love you far more freely than anyone in Kozzy’s family.

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?

After a lot of discussion, the answer to this is, in fact, “no one.” The conversation came up during the ‘60s part of the AU, and even though it wouldn’t have been too difficult to arrange, then, they never agreed on any particular person to ask. Later, however, in a purely hypothetical discussion, they did agree on Aragorn.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

The future. The future, always and forever.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

The thorniest part of writing and thinking about this AU is that I’ve tied it so closely to the real world (there are small offshoots that link it to more fantastical worlds, but the main fic is a real world human AU). Sandy and Kozzy are 73/72 this year. They don’t want to do nothing, but they can both get very paranoid about the possibility of losing the other/the other being in danger. So the chat they need to have is how they can help other people without doing things they think are intolerably risky for each other.

 *

For NDU (that’s Nightmare Dork University, for those unfamiliar, a college AU collectively built upon by a number of authors and artists that puts a whole bunch of AU Pitches and one Jack together—more of a mood than a single storyline) I will go with Nightmare Galleon, because I think I’ve really got my own particular variation of the pair now, so why not work through some headcanons?

1. Who makes the first move and how?

Pitchiner makes the first move, very straightforward, he just asks for Pitch’s number. Pitch refuses and immediately retaliates by asking for his. To Pitchiner that’s six of one, half dozen of the other, so he agrees.

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

Pitch is more insecure by far, but it mostly has to do with Piki rather than Pitchiner. What Pitchiner realizes, though, is that Pitch appears to feel much better when he’s doing the things that he’s good at that Piki doesn’t do. These things include costume and set design, costume construction, lighting, sound design…but if Pitch stops to think he sometimes can throw himself into a funk about how none of these aspects are as prestigious/relevant/important as being The Prodigy Playwright like Piki.

3. Who is the most romantic?

Pitchiner, but he’s also not going to be very romantic unless Pitch can stop acting like any romantic gestures he’s given are his due and taking them for granted.

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

Pitchiner is very grabby, it’s true, and the things he does are more obviously affectionate/sexual, but Pitch is also incredibly physical with Pitchiner, even if it is in a somewhat haphazard/almost violent way. He gets better with time, though the process gets set back every time he visits home, and also once when Pitchiner compared him to a rescue cat.

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Pitchiner does, however it’s not in a really sweet moment, it’s more like a WTF moment, like, I’m still here because I love you? Oh shit that’s true! This strikes Pitch as reckless behavior and he doesn’t say he loves Pitchiner until much later. He’s very lucky that Pitchiner is more perceptive than he gives him credit for and recognizes the signs of Pitch’s growing love.

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?

NDU doesn’t always have a Sandy, but I don’t think there’s any harm in putting one in one of Pitch’s creative writing classes who embodies “it’s always the quiet ones” and has a wit that runs around Pitch’s in circles. This infuriates Pitch, but in a confused way, as unlike his brother, Sandy is not trying to be a better writer than him, in particular. He just is. That’s how Pitch feels, anyway. He’s not at the point where he can understand that art doesn’t need to be ranked. Anyway so this Sandy decides to respond to antagonism with flirting, and it’s not as though Pitch thinks he doesn’t deserve to be flirted with, he’s got a hot boyfriend after all, and Sandy knows this…Sandy does know this, because he and Pitchiner are both in the honors program. And when Pitchiner meets Pitch after class one day Sandy is perfectly happy to flirt with both of them. The audacity in itself is appealing. So in this scenario it’s less them asking and more someone else asking them.

In another branch of the NDU story cluster I think they would ask Jack Sickle, not particularly to spite Piki even, but because Piki is being weird about sex with Jack and Pitchiner thinks that Jack should have his first experience of gay sex with less baggage attached to it. Pitch is not 100% sure that a threesome involving the twin of the man who’s obsessed with Jack counts as LESS baggage but sometimes in college you make decisions that seem obviously bad for reasons that aren’t really clear.

11. What do they hide from one another?

So, these things are kind of all the starting point state for my NDU boys. They wouldn’t remain static if I actually did write the version of the big long NDU story I have in my head.

On the mundane side, Pitch hides almost everything he can about his childhood with Piki, because while they weren’t perfectly harmonious siblings, they still had a pretty strong bond and their relationship didn’t start to turn sour until about high school. Pitch isn’t sure how to explain how it all happened to himself, much less anyone else, so he does what he can to avoid questions. He also tends to hide his family dynamics from everyone in general, because he’s from a money-poisoned environment and the more people know about him, the more likely someone’s going to say, “you know that was/is fucked up, right?” and he does NOT have time to think about that right now. He also hides the fact that he occasionally has idiopathic seizures, because that would mean he’s weak or something. However this last thing was revealed to Pitchiner very dramatically and resulted in a lot more panic than it needed to, because of the surprise.

Pitchiner, on the other hand, habitually hides any worries and fears he has about anything. He shoves all that down and tries to change all that energy into things that could be possible solutions. Not feeling strong enough? Never tell anyone, just work out more! Worried that you can’t take care of your loved ones? Learn how to cook! Worried that you really are just a meathead and that you’re wasting your scholarship? Study more! But alone! So no one will know! Pitchiner also hides from himself and anybody else the fact that he’s thought about and is aware of the way his size/strength can be intimidating/scary and not just a hunk/himbo trait. He’s deeply worried that he’s an inherently dangerous person, and so he tries to act like he’s just too dumb to have thought about it…but he has, and he’s wondered if this aspect of himself is a tool he can, should, or would use in different aspects of his life.

On the non-mundane side, both Pitch and Pitchiner hide the fact that they’re having weird, possibly supernatural visions/encounters with terrifying entities that they nevertheless seem to have some kind of deep kinship with.

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

Pitch falls asleep around Pitchiner. Pitchiner starts paying a lot closer attention to what he can or cannot casually needle Pitch about.

13. When do they realise they should get together?

Well, at first Pitch is like, Pitchiner won’t worry about me, that’s GREAT. And Pitchiner is like, Pitch doesn’t have any expectations of me, that’s GREAT. So they first get together because they think they won’t care about each other…which is incorrect.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

When Pitch has a cold, Pitchiner has got the somewhat homemade chicken soup ready! He’s got the tissues! The immune-system-boosting vitamins (hey, he may be in the honors program but he still can’t perfectly detect bullshit)! He’s got a huge bottle of water with times marked on it for Pitch to drink all of! Which is good, because otherwise Pitch would just wrap himself in a quilt, take swigs of nyquil at random times, and sleep until he either died or felt better. When Pitchiner has a cold, Pitch is the one who reminds him (none too gently, though) to stay in and fully recover. He will also bring canned soup and huge water bottles upon request. Not the vitamins though, they smell weird. He will argue with Pitchiner to take actual cold medicine and usually succeeds.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

The glib answer to this is sex, and that works for their arguments and spats over minor things, but when a major issue comes up it’s different. They fought over Pitch keeping his seizures a secret, for example, and it seemed like they’d never be able to resolve that, though they both knew they didn’t want to break up. So…they tried to bring in someone neutral as a moderator. Fortunately or unfortunately, the only person who was around was Proto. Who said some insightful things and some bizarre things and soon enough both Pitch and Pitchiner wanted him out of the conversation. And then they were just like, “Are we breaking up? No? All right, let’s try to forget the whole thing.” Actual apologies and vulnerability are a few years away.

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

Pitchiner is nervous about going to see his family with Pitch, because he’s worried that someone’s going to be like, “hey, he’s pretty bad for you, you know that, right?” and he can’t fully explain their connection and he doesn’t want to have to. Pitch is nervous about going to see his family with Pitchiner because he knows they’ll look down on him and won’t believe that Pitch could actually care about him as more than just a body, which will force Pitch to admit to himself how much Pitchiner means to him and it’s a whole mess (for Pitch, mentally).

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

Pitchiner goes for a cheeky, casual kiss after they have lunch together one day in the school’s main dining hall, like it could be a Bugs-Bunnyish joke unless…But then Pitch is like, what? How dare you? And yanks Pitchiner down by his t-shirt for a much deeper kiss that leaves both of them kind of flustered as they have to hurry off to their next classes.

24. Where do they first have sex?

Pitch’s dorm room. He’s got a single, he knows he’s planning to be discreet, and he’s very clear that he’s making a booty call to Pitchiner.

25. Why do they fight?

On a serious level, they fight because they try to keep so much from each other, but their relationship develops enough that they things they try to hide eventually come to light. And then both of them get mad because it’s like “we could have worked this out sooner!” but unfortunately it doesn’t work out that way. They fight because they care about each other but are squirrelly about deserving care/being cared for.

On a less serious level, they squabble because they can. Pitch is zero percent scared of Pitchiner, and Pitchiner doesn’t expect Pitch to be emotionally controlled at all times and he doesn’t compare him to his brother. Having a raised-voices argument about bananas or Stephen King or whatever is freeing.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

Because the evidence that supernatural stuff is real and taking an interest in them and a few other people close to them is accumulating and talking probably won’t solve that but it might help them get through it all alive.

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

Over the top public displays of affection and stupid loud fights about things like bananas or Stephen King

28. Why do they get jealous?

Pitch gets jealous of the way Pitchiner seems so comfortable taking up space. Pitchiner gets jealous of how quick Pitch’s wit can be, especially in arguments.

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

Pitch falls a little bit more in love with Pitchiner for what seem like contradictory reasons. As they’re together in their years of young adulthood, Pitchiner learns the skill of pausing before reacting, how to be more effectively compassionate, etc., and Pitch learns to accept that Pitchiner really does love him for him. But as Pitchiner is getting more mature in this way, he’s also gaining confidence in being implacable/unstoppable when he deems it necessary. Like the fact that Pitchiner is able and willing to intimidate people is maybe a red flag, but it also lights him up like nothing else. Pitchiner falls a little bit more in love with Pitch as Pitch learns to appreciate the things he himself can do, and care less about what Piki says or does. He also falls a little bit more in love with Pitch as he becomes more and more refined and precise in how manipulating or cruel he can be. Again, not good, but sometimes it’s just impressive, you know? But AFTER this point…they both get a chance to see each other respond to being offered power that very very few people are ever offered, and see each other recognize the strings attached, and recognize that they cannot deal with this on their own. And they come out of this without losing themselves, and without becoming truly monstrous, either. And that inspires more love than skillfully being terrible.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

It works out between them partly because of the horrifying supernatural stuff they’ve both experienced. These experiences are something they share with Proto, Piki, and Jack, but as far as they know, no one else. To have a long-term partner that doesn’t have that kind of supernatural heaviness in their past is, at least subconsciously, totally unworkable to both Pitch and Pitchiner.

But it’s not just the supernatural shared experience. They do like each other, they do love each other, and, most importantly, they’ve seen each other grow and change over their years at college. Sometimes it was for the worse! Eventually it was for the better. Now, in the kind of overarching story I would create, at the end of college Pitch and Pitchiner might break up because of the weird events they went through and now feel like those are something they want to be done with and put behind them, plus a worry that being around the others will cause more of it to happen. But they can’t lose contact completely, and let’s say Proto eventually arranges for them to randomly meet again. And basically it’s like—“You loved me when I was terrible. So I know I can be myself around you, and it can be okay even if I fuck up while trying to go through life while being less terrible.”