#[Headcanons: Mave]

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Ganilla meme - 9 for Zain and Mave. Former for bullying purposes and the latter just because. :3c

Vanilla Sunday Meme

9. Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

Already answered! ^v^

Sure does! If you describe Cale, that's practically it lmao--

Appearance-wise, Mave doesn't really mind whether someone has inhuman traits, in fact he prefers them-- in life his crush had seamlines and eyes that could glow an unnatural green, and in death he's most certainly see-through, and that's when they met, actually.

As a vamploid, he's drawn to mechanical beings like himself, those that he can form a sort of symbiotic relationship with. Despite how MZ and Zain behave, its in their programming and the Zero-Virus subroutines to have thralls and partners-- they're a type of Robot Master that becomes a Nano Master instead, and they use that hierarchy of power to form a network web with themselves at the center.

(It's thanks to MZ that the network is so empty-- it has MZ himself, Zain, Mave, and Rock, no one else.)

As for personality... Mave likes someone who doesn't mind taking it slow. He used to not be a person, a blank slate, and would mimic others instead of developing himself and his own AI. Someone who's patient and willing to explain themselves and be communicative is extremely important to him.

They also have to be adventurous and willing to withstand all the weird things he does to learn the world around himself, lol.

[fumiko-matsubara]

hihi! i remember seeing you set hype boy by newjeans as the song that would fit chiba and kaho, and i was wondering what other kpop groups you see them (or 3e too) listing to! i hope you’re having a good day!!

I've got a couple of groups in mind but I first need to let you know that:

Realistically, not everyone in 3E would be listening to kpop + I hardly pay attention to other groups these days 😭

Kaho - EXO

She's the kind of fan who would go through any lengths to find and buy that rare but ridiculously overpriced photocard of Kai 😭

With the group not being as active as they used to be, Kaho would most likely casually hops between fandoms. Typically a boy group stan.

Chiba - Stray Kids

Kaho has been trying to get Chiba into kpop, mostly to have a shared interest with him, and her hopes are far up because kpop artists do any sorts of music genre so there's a chance he might find something he liked.

He barely budged though since his music tastes are so specific and far from what's common among kpop groups. He'd find himself liking a song or two from a group, or in the extremely rare case, finds himself liking a whole album (such as Dark & Wild by BTS).

And then Stray Kids debuted 😁

Nakamura - XG

They're not really kpop though, but they're seriously the only group I think Nakamura would actually care about.

(Especially with the old school hiphop + rnb feel they had and will still have going on)

Kanzaki - Dreamcatcher

Along with AleXa, Rolling Quartz, Pink Fantasy, and PIXY... you could pretty much tell what kind of girl groups she's typically into just based on their concepts.

Irina - HYOLYN

Honestly this is more of a strong association between the two rather than Irina listening to her songs (she totally would though, same for SISTAR as a whole).

Just that, Irina being Christian gives off the same vibes as Hyolyn randomly pulling out a bible in her "what's in my bag" video 😭😭

Maehara and Okajima - early TWICE

I just have this tiny headcanon of Okajima being a fan of idol groups in general, and TWICE's popularity in Japan can easily put them in his radar.

Maehara would also begin listening to them since he liked their songs enough and they are everywhere.

Megu - current TWICE

On the other hand, I think Megu would be more into their later music as their group image matures along with their ages. The classy feel they have in their recent releases seem to be more right in her alley.

Yada - LE SSERAFIM

Listen,

LS SSERAFIM's branding of being this gathering of strong and confident women who are fearlessly facing their future, not letting others bring them down and the past to pull them back, just screams YADA to me.

I strongly believe that she'll love them.

Plus I think she'll enjoy dancing to their choreo.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

Hello! Could you please write a stubborn, jealous hc for Miguel o'hara? Thank you!!

I had the brainworms, so I hope this is what you were looking for! Thanks for the ask <3

Jealous!Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: jealous!Miguel O'Hara x reader

summary: stubborn HCs for jealous!Miguel O'Hara. 

a/n: this was meant to be a drabble and i basically wrote a full fic. i have zero self control lmfao

warnings: smut (fingering, f receiving oral, slight brat taming, etc) right at the very end, 18+ from then onwards, the rest is more pg-13

wc: 3.5k ish

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Long story short: he's a stubborn little shit.

Pig-headed as fuck and it shows up in little things. 

Let's say you first met as coworkers, and you were a lab technician at Alchemax. 

Think: unstoppable force meets immovable object. He likes his labs just so, with very specific equipment in a very specific configuration. 

It drives you crazy, regularly having tiffs outside the labs; much to the chagrin of your coworkers. 

"Jesus." Your coworker mutters, wincing at the seemingly heated argument by the water cooler. 

"Ignore it, Maeve." Another coworker rolls their eyes, nudging Mave with a snort. "They're at it again . S'pose they'll tire each other out by the end of the day."

Not that they were wrong. But this time, it wasn't your fault: dealing with O'Hara's bullshit had really taken it's toll. He was insufferable, prone to nitpicking and just plain mean. You could hardly be blamed if you gave him some of your own choice words. 

"My notes were basically paint-by-fucking-numbers!  How could you mess up a simple distillation? When I specify precision glassware , you don't think that's fucking important?" 

"Your notes ," You draw air quotes pointedly at him. "-are illegible, you fucking cretin! Maybe if you didn't write like a goddamn pre-schooler-"

"- preschooler? Oh , fuck you!" 

"Get your nose out of that highschool Chem textbook, O'Hara, this is a fucking job."

"Yeah? Stop using it to wipe your ass and you might learn a thing or two."

"Oh , so that's what we're doing?" You laugh in his face, so angry your hand curls into tight fists. You get close, staring him down as you look upwards through your lashes. His own face is contorted into a grimace; bushy eyebrows furrowed into deep shadows around his eyes. You can feel his steady breathing before he speaks, low and rumbling. 

"I could do this all day, princesa. " 

You scoff, ignoring the way his words weaken your knees. The one time you asked for a break during a long lab and he won't stop calling you a spoilt princess. His laughter then stings in your ears now, the ghost of a smirk on his face as you storm off. Miguel O'Hara: smug bastard. He would be the death of you, you're sure. 

~~~

You spend many a late night with him, unwittingly, and find out he's more than a stubborn little shit. 

You find out he's funny, and shares the same anti-Alchemax tendencies you do: both preyed upon by the company immediately after graduation, young and naive. 

He's kind, even though he'd never admit it, often finishing up the lab notes and doing more than his fair share of work so you can go home at a reasonable time. 

You both still butt heads, but it turns into a tentative friendship - coffees in the morning hidden as blaise convenience, covering for each other at work, and defending the other when office gossip goes too far. 

That's why when he comes back to work after a week-long stint away - something about a blow up with the boss, an issue described as 'miscommunication, promptly smoothed over' by anyone official - you notice… something's different about him. 

You first noticed something was off when he walked in without a snide remark. You left a mug overnight at the counter, something that would usually draw a sarcastic comment at the least , but he gives you… nothing. Blank, glassy eyes as he opens up his workstation - clicking away at the keys without so much as a glance.

"O'Hara?" You call, but he doesn't even look up. You walk to his workstation and knock at the desk. He jumps. God, he looks worse for the wear. Heavy bags under his eyes and a bruise blossoming under his collar. 

"You okay?" 

He rubs his temples, eyes flitting up at you.  "Yeah, just…. just a long week, s'all." 

You put a hand on his shoulder, and you swear he leans into your touch. "We can reschedule, tonight. The calculations can wait, Miguel."

He gives you a weak smile, but a smile nevertheless. "S'okay. Need to make sure you don't fuck it up."

"Don't push your luck, O'Hara."

~~~

As you get closer, you notice just how stubborn he is to admit the growing tension between you two. 

Late nights at the lab turn into takeout at your place, morning coffee turns into a pleasant 20 minutes on the rooftop away from the hustle and bustle - just you and Miguel, talking and joking with a cup of shitty coffee in hand. 

Wholly, he seems more assertive at work, not as quick to roll over. 

It's hot, you have to admit; watching him fight with someone else other than you. 

You're at work drinks with the other technicians and engineers, nursing a watery beer when another colleague makes small talk with you at the bar.

You’ve never been that close to him, and the conversation is amicable enough, but you’re almost bowled over when you see Miguel, in the corner, staring straight at you with a stormy look.

You suppose it's a little pathetic, getting all dressed up for a casual drink. Lips shiny with gloss and gently powdered with makeup, you feel a little out of place. For all your talk at work, actually being here was another thing. Suddenly, your blouse is too tight and your skirt too short. With a manicured finger, you trace the lip of your glass filled with watery beer. You sigh. You don't want to admit it, but you were only here because of Miguel. He said he would come, and now you're sitting on a barstool counting the chips in your glass. 

It was probably for the best. You sink into the absentminded chatter of your colleagues around you, until there's a tap at your shoulder. 

"Is someone-" He clears his throat; a tall man dressed in a sharp suit nodding gracefully towards the empty chair. "-is this seat taken?" 

You shake your head, grateful for the company. He's handsome, sharp features curving into a wry grin as he calls for a drink. 

"...and something other than shitty beer for the pretty girl, too." It makes you laugh, light and lilting in the bustle of the bar. 

He stretches out his hand, and you take it. 

"Eddie Crouch. I work in marketing."

Eddie…. as in… head of the most profitable division of Alchemax? Your eyes widen involuntarily and you try to clamp down your immediate shock, somewhat unsuccessfully. He narrows his eyes as you tumble over your words. 

"Y-Yeah, same! I mean, not same , I just work in the l-labs and I thought it was just for us guys, working behind the curtain, y'know? Not that we're not thrilled to have you here, because we a-are." You spill out, wincing. "....Is this about the performance reviews? Because I know output was down this quarter but our projections are-"

"I'm not here to talk about work." He chuckles. You squint, not convinced. As if to alleviate your concerns, he loosens his tie and undoes his top buttons with a flourish. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" He leans in, and the air becomes thick with expensive perfume. He twirls the signet ring on his finger, a ring probably worth more than your monthly paycheck. 

"Your boss invited me," Discreetly, he stretches a finger at your boss; a man ruddy cheeked and red-faced with alcohol. "Guess he thought it would boost morale. He's a fucking idiot if he thinks having me, the one guy that could fire your entire department without recourse, exchange empty platitudes would boost morale. But, I digress. So here I am, dragging my feet to this bar, thinking I'm gonna get in, read the lines and get out. But then, " He pauses with dramatic effect. "I see the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, just sitting by the bar. Like everyone isn't already falling over themselves to talk to you."

The irony is palpable. It's sickly sweet, and a line that wouldn't usually work on you. But usually, you weren't pining over a man so prickly and stubborn, you shouldn't have feelings for. Here you were, bright cocktail in front of you and a moderately attractive man by your side. He wasn't quite Miguel, but in the words of one of the greatest thinkers of the past age: country girls make do. 

And so you make lazy conversation with the man. So lost in a tipsy haze, you barely notice Miguel walk in; dark jacket on his shoulders and deliciously loose slacks. You're drawn to him, his eyes seemingly searching the room, and you sigh into your drink. Technically, he looks like shit: eyes dark-rimmed and sunken, a cut at his brow. You think he is gorgeous, eyes tracing the slope of his nose and plush lips. Like he can sense it, he glances over in your direction and you look away hastily. He's watching , you can feel its burn as you turn, pretending to listen to the man besides you. A little cruelly, you lean into him, not breaking eye contact and curling a hand around his arm to laugh at a stupid joke. Eddie laughs with you, oblivious, as you glance behind him. 

Miguel stands with a drink thrust into his hands, looking straight through him, eyes low and gazing at you. 

~~~

He insists on walking you home, a steady hand on the small of your back as you stumble through the streets of Nueva York.

You make light conversation, tipsy and giggly from the alcohol. Miguel seems a little more put together, but his chest still creaks with rumbling laughter.

He definitely walks on the side of the pavement nearest the street, because he thinks it keeps you safer. 

He walks you up the stairs and by the door of your apartment, like a gentleman. You watch him get nervous suddenly, and he hesitates, stubbornly digging in his heels and pausing you from opening the door and coming in. 

You don't want it to end, opting to take the walk up the stairs as opposed to the lift. It's one of your more questionable decisions as you stumble up the stairs, almost tripping over your own feet. Miguel is quick to catch you even though he was just as drunk. Arm around your waist, he leaves searing touches to your hip. You giggle despite yourself, and he can't help but smile at your clumsiness. 

"If you break your legs I won't carry you, princesa ." A lie and you both know it. He would carry you to the ends of the earth like a blushing bride, if you asked him. 

You both stagger to up the stairs and through the corridor until you reach your front door. You rummage around your bag for your keycard, it's contents click-clacking in the quiet of the hallway. Miguel watches, quieter than he was in the journey. If you looked up now, you would see something else behind his eyes - a storm of apprehension and tension. 

You find your keycard, and look up to find Miguel placing a careful palm on the door. He's surprisingly still, eyes on your lips as he steps closer. You look everywhere but to meet his eyes, tracing the curve of his collarbone, the slope of his exposed forearm, and the tempting juncture of his strong jaw. You watch it tense, as he brings a gentle hand to your chin. His thumb swipes over the fat of your lip. 

"Got somethin' right… there." He mumbles, before tucking his hand away. You can barely breathe. Without thinking you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together like a gentle hug. You bring his hand to your waist, and he squeezes, ever so gently. Your hand drops and he moves his slowly, knuckles dragging along the smooth silk of your blouse, and then sending shivers when he reaches your bare neck. 

He has to bite down the plethora of things running through his head - his drunken brain threatening to spill all his thoughts. You are so beautiful and soft it makes him short-circuit, desperate to pull you close. Instead, you do: hand inching up his chest and laying to rest on his shoulders. 

He kisses you, finally ; a little messy and impossibly soft. Like his lips on yours would shatter you both. You deepen the kiss and wrap his arm tighter around you, angling your chin to drink up even more of you. You both come up for air, panting in the heat of one another. Miguel's eyes are full of lust and blown out. 

"Do…do you want to come in?" You whisper. 

Something catches in his throat and his expression changes, like he just woke up from a dream. Do you just want to sleep with him? He's not built for one night stands, can't do just sex, especially if it's you. No matter how much he wants to, he can't, he won't, "....I shouldn't."

The disappointment on your face is palpable. You want to ask why - after he kissed you like that - why doesn't he want you? Instead you nod dejectedly. He gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead, lingering, and a shaky smile. 

You open your door with a buzz, and slam it in his face. 

~~~

It takes Miguel some time to properly put a name to what you two have: not knowing if the kiss was a drunken mistake, animal attraction or something more. 

He's not a grand gestures kind of person, he believes in action rather than words. 

Which is why it takes so long for him to admit just how in love with you he is. 

He steals glances at you all the time at the office, and tries to anticipate  all your needs. 

When you stretch and yawn in the morning, he happens to pass by your favourite coffee place and happens to buy one too many cups of your go-to order. 

So imagine his shock when he arrives from his lunch break, churros and coffee in hand, and there's one of the top brass from the night at the bar perched on your desk - 2 polystyrene cupfuls of something half drunk on the desk. 

He's never been insecure, but he can't help but feel possessive, something tense and tight growing at the base of his stomach. 

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" You step into the equipment cupboard, Miguel close behind you. You rub your temples, anticipating an argument. "O'Hara, if this is about my calibration tests this morning, I swear to God -" 

"No, no , nothing like that." He's quick to say. "They were… okay." He strains. 

You raise an eyebrow. Okay? Since when did Miguel pass up an opportunity for a mindless fight? Your mind races with his actions of the past few days. He has been different since the night at the bar, a little nicer, sure, but nothing this out of the ordinary. 

"That guy you were talking to. I saw him at the bar, and now here. Who is he?" 

Your eyebrows shoot up. "You do not have the right to ask me th-" 

"Are you fucking him?" A pause, and you study his expression, deducing that he is completely fucking serious . 

"Are you insane? You definitely don't have the right to ask me that." You make for the door, and he steps in front of it, blocking it with his body. 

"I need to know. Tell me and then I'll leave you alone, I promise." His voice is low and thick with something. 

You step closer and he wraps his hands around your waist absentmindedly. The pressure feels good, and makes your brain fog up. 

He repeats himself, softer. "Are you fucking him?" 

You look at him for a moment, before shaking your head. His facial expression  is steady, just as unreadable. 

"Do you want to?" 

You hesitate, wanting to be cruel and say yes, just to see his reaction. Perceptive, he sees your hesitance and says something that almost knocks you over. 

"I could fuck you better than he ever could," He kneads your thigh now, lips close to the shell of your ear in the tight space of the cupboard. " Princesa , look at me." 

You look at him, almost whimpering and putty in his hands. He's like a siren and you are lost in the pull of his gaze. It may be the proximity, but you swear you see a tinge of red in his eyes, like deep pools of lust. 

"Will you let me fuck you?" He pulls you closer so the meat of his thigh presses against your clothed cunt. Your stretchy pencil skirt rides up suggestively, and you rock your clit against him, searching for sweet pressure. You nod. 

Miguel titters softly, a hand on your chin pulling your lips to his. You moan into his kiss, body aching. It's hot and heavy like the kiss outside your door, but he swirls his tongue around yours and expertly nips at your lower lip. He guides your hips to rock against his thigh, tensing to make sure it's corded muscle hits the right places. He wants to break you apart, leave you so cock-drunk, you wouldn't think of even glancing at another man. 

You separate and he dips a hand under your skirt. He pulls it up and places a big palm at your pussy, with a well timed slap. You bite into his neck with the pressure. You definitely don't expect it when he rips open your stockings like they were paper. 

"Fuck, Miguel." 

"It's okay, baby, I'll get you new ones." Your eyes roll back as he slips aside the gusset to run a finger through your lower lips. Shamelessly, he slips a finger in, then two, basking in the wet squelch of your heat. You claw at his forearm, as he curls them into that sweet spot. 

You press your forehead to his shoulder, chasing his fingers with your hips. His sharp eyes watch every movement, every stutter and start that his fingers pull from you. He's practical, a man of action, and he is desperate to show you how much he cares. 

"I've thought about you… about this." He hisses as you cover your mouth to dampen your moans. 

"Wanted you for so long, princesa. Want to know how you taste, what this beautiful pussy feels like. What you look like when you cum."

His wrist aches with the back and forth motion but his pace barely faulters. 

" M-Miguel …"

He applies pressure to your clit, and watches in awe as you spasm, nails digging into his forearm. 

" Oh, there it is. Right there, hmm? Does that feel good?" 

You nod frantically with a stifled sob. 

"Not quite, baby. Need to hear you say it. Or I won't let you cum."

"...fuuck you."

" Oh, you'd like that. Still not what I want to hear. Tell me how much you like it when I fuck you with my fingers."

"F-Feels good." You stutter. He stops, wrenching his hand out of your pussy to leave you clenching around nothing.You almost scream.

"You're being a brat, not my princesa , hmm? Only good girls get to cum."

" Miguel , please. I'll do anything." He guides you along his thigh, still lodged between your legs, and licks up your wetness on his other hand. "You m-make me feel so good. So good. And I want you so much it hurts, sometimes. I just want to cum, don't even need your cock. Fuck me with something , please." 

"Miguel? Not asshole? Or fucking idiot, this time?" 

"Please, Miguel ." Your pleas go straight to his cock. He throbs with need, cock rock hard under his slacks. 

He relents, not able to bear your dopey puppy-dog eyes for much longer. He slips three fingers in, without bothering to prep you. He hisses at the tightness of your heat, pounding into you and knuckle deep with his fingers. Shamelessly, you fuck yourself back on them, hips rolling over his thigh. He can't tear himself away from the sight, palming himself through tented trousers. 

You kiss and nip at his neck, as he whispers obscenities at you under his breath. 

"Can you cum for me, princesa? Cum f'me, and I'll take care of you, I promise."

You clamp down on his fingers and moan into a kiss as you ride out your orgasm. It's intense: leg-shaking and leaves you shuddering in the aftermath. You were rusty, sure, hadn't had sex with someone in a while. But Miguel made you cum so hard you saw stars, with only his fingers. Your chest heaves with the thought. 

You thought he would leave you, torn stockings and all, in the little cupboard. But he stays, to sink down to his knees and lap at your folds. You rest a hand on a shelf for purchase, head back in bliss. You cunt is still sensitive, throbbing at the orgasm he's just given you, as you licks you clean. He's taking care of you. You card your hands into his hair, tugging gently as he moans into your pussy. 

He gives your clit a gentle kiss, and swipes up a trailing tear that rolls down your inner thigh. You watch as he pops his fingers into your mouth, cleaning off the cum. Your cum. 

Miguel gives you a lazy grin in the bare bulb of the equipment closet. He seems completely unfazed by the fact his fingers were in you not a moment ago. 

"Are you free after work?" He asks, and it takes a moment for you to process. 

"Uhhh… s-sure. Probably?" 

"Let me take you for dinner, somewhere nice."

All you can do is nod, dumbly, ripped stockings still around your ankles. 

"And then I can fuck you properly, princesa." 

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((If you're curious about what "normal" foods MZ can eat as a vamploid-- he's in the vegan category with some exceptions. Plant matter is easy to break down, and he can consume metals to a degree; usually he breaks down what he can consume and spits out the rest. Intaking more nanos (the vampiric quality of his where he eats other reploids and the same one that has passed onto Zain and Mave) can allow him to break down bigger odd chunks, but they still can't break down meats.

Fats, while they burn for longer periods of time, take too long and end up leaving a lot of residue that reploid internals can't really get rid of without opening up their whole chassis and scraping out the messy leftovers (you don't exactly design a machine that has to use the bathroom the way organics do, it would cause WAAAAY too much waste since they need a LOT more fuel to function, ALSO we'd likely end up in a very Horizon Zero Dawn future if that was put into even the minority of machines that CAN have the full human diet, and no one wants that lol).

Zain and Mave on the other hand can eat just about anything, though they are drawn more to their vampiristic qualities for consumption due to being vamploids as well. It is better for their overall internal health since eating reploids provides the immediate "nutrients" for their bodies compared to consuming foodstuffs.

Because their entire forms are made of nanites though, this means that they (like the Xs) can eat literally anything-- even human foods-- with very mild repercussions. Every once in a wile they come across something they can't consume but they have less restrictions than MZ.

Psi (and by conjunction, Xanti since he's also an X) on the other hand can eat just about anything. On the basis that Dr. Light was way ahead of his time on design and function, his internal structure and the auto-repair-type nanos he uses actually is capable of breaking down anything to use for fuel, function, and maintenance, even the grease and leftover bits of fat that Zain can't have; even metal and things that are inedible to humans since anything could be broken down into materials that can be translated into patching wounds or energy.

The best materials though are actually things that can provide a charge, this means anything with citrus, sugar or acid is incredibly appealing to their systems; Psi for one has a huge love for lemons and sweets, and goes out of his way to mod E-Tanks with an extra "boost" for himself.))

(Vi) You mentioned you have eating requirements-- that normal human grade foods were no good, what's with that?

"Oh. That? It's pretty normal for reploids not to be able to eat." Vile shrugs, obviously nonchalant about the question.

"Think of it like a sliding scale. There's extremes and also a lot of in-between." Which, frankly, could describe almost any aspect of reploid builds.

"Most of us get features based on the jobs we're built for. If we're going to be working a lot with people for example, we're more likely to be as close to human as possible... within budget. Office jobs, daycare attendants, that sort of thing. There's a need to make non reploids feel more comfortable, and food is like a big... camaraderie thing, you know? You share your culture, your time, and more when you eat together." Or that's what he'd observed at least. It's about the socialization more than anything else.

"Even the most high end models still have intake restrictions though. They're basically vegan..? Or have other individual system restrictions. Generally though, it's easier to process plant matter and sugars over animal proteins. Grease and fat can easily cause havoc on your insides when you aren't built for it too. Same reasons you wouldn't pour oil down the sink."

"...which yeah, makes fried foods difficult. There are modifications and upgrades you can get to have an easier time eating but they're pricier which is why it's not really a default. Maybe the only exception is units commissioned to work in restaurants." Hard to imagine a world where that's the norm, even if it sounds nice.

"...then there's the rest of us. Which is a spectrum of not being able to eat period, and only being able to consume specific stuff. Like... y'know, e-tanks. Unless you fall under 'can't eat' you can have that and similar products. There's food and drinks made for reploids to use for minor upkeep, and it's less expensive than making us able to eat what the humans do." For the manufacturers, that is.

"Synthetic foodstuffs are a big market that sprang up practically overnight, but they're in high demand given our limitations. Quality varies though, and it really depends on your individual systems for what works and doesn't. Lots of it looks and smells pretty close to what I see in human diets at the very least."

"Couldn't tell you if any of it tastes like the real thing though. I'm pretty limited in what I can have. I fall closer to the grade of reploids that eats next to nothing. Not really necessary for a combat model, and I have limited interaction with the public..." thankfully.

"You could compare it to a mostly liquid diet for me. Basically synthetic drinks and stuff that's easy to burn off like alcohol is all I get. Something has to be made with virtually only maintenance in mind and like... sugar, for me to be able to have it as a solid. Even then, I have to stick to small portions."

"Lots of folks are like me and can only drink, but it's the cheapest option that still makes us 'relatable', I guess." Hard to tell if he's bitter or not about it.

[romifoxboi]

Headcanon for The Hooligans

This is my HC so pls be respectful >_<

This is prob what Bean listens to Right now

[hozaloza]

VALENTINO REAL??? (Technically fast pass spoilers)

Hey! Spoilers! SBG!!

THIS SONG FITS MAVERICK AND DARREL (Hc name for the dude who name-dropped Mave's name) SO WELL (At least in my headcanon)

The way I interpret this song is that Valentino is a toxic person who is manipulating the singer. So, in my little rotting head, this could be about Maverick talking about how this whole rabbit hole of stress and feeling the need to be the greatest started.

He genuinely loved Darrel, but Darrel was only using him for his own sick entertainment, not caring for his feelings.

This ends with Maverick shooting him in the head in the midst of the chaos.

Uh, idk. I like thinking of dumb little scenarios with characters.

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Hmmmmmmmmmm you’re sad! I have this for you!!! Cas doesn’t NEED to sleep but he doesn’t tell Dean that. They share a bed but Cas just lays there. Sometimes he reads, sometimes he knits, but he’s always there to calm Dean down from a bad dream or just wrap his arms around the hunter and feel his heart beating :)))

This is literally SO cute thank you so much!!!!!! Cas really said "I'll just wait here, then" and MEANT IT huh??

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Hello. Hye, what about the headcanons of the jealous shishigumi. Who see their girlfriend (reader) of any kind, peacefully talking to a man of their kind and they look quite close to each other and from a distace look likea not seen for a long time. Quite comical! But l wish you good luck and all the best. (Sorry i something is unclear and confusing, l live in another country and am quite bad at English)

I think your English is great! Anyone who is bi, tri, or multilingual is fabulous and I think you're amazing for knowing more language at all I certainly don't. I go to family reunions and just sit there while my family talks over me and Spanish

-Mave

Ibuki

Ibuki doesn’t get obviously jealous, it’s mostly internal

He slowly simmers. He trusts you, and logically knows you’d never cheat on him, but sometimes he gets self conscious. 

He may watch you talk with whoever it is, and he has to talk himself down a little. He’s not going to talk to you if he’s in a negative head space, but he will talk to you about it if it’s bugging him.

Finally, he may just go over and ask you a quick question, but he doesn’t interrupt. He’d ask you something simple like where’d you’d like to go for lunch or something along those lines. Just a small distraction and something small that allows you to introduce him as your significant other without him asking you to do so.

He’ll talk to you later about it, just so you’re on the same page. 

On a scale of jealous, he’s maybe a 4/10. He’s not easily riled and trusts you with all his heart. 

Free

He gets jealous really easy, and pouts. The thing is, he knows he gets jealous easily. He’s not really big on relationships, so when he does get into one he kind throws his whole self into it. He also really doesn’t wanna screw it up, or have you find someone better. 

He’s also the kind of guy that if he sees you talking to someone else, he’ll saunter right up, put an around around your shoulders or waist and kiss your temple or cheek. He will make it very clear that you two are together without saying anything. He’s like a jealous cat tbh

“Introduce me to your friend”

If you ask him, he’ll deny that he’s jealous. He is though. It’s very clear he is. He may admit later he was a smidge jealous. Just a smidge...a little more than a smidge...A lot. Is it wrong if he wants you to wear his jacket everywhere you go now?

He will talk with you if you ask, and while he has a hard time explaining, his feelings are pretty clear. 

He may or may not need extra cuddles later

Jealousy scale 7/10. He trusts you, but likes a little extra reassurance. 

Dolph

He’s very secure in himself, and isn’t worried at all. It’s only when someone else asks about the person you’re talking to that he might get a little jealous.

Why are they acting so friendly? 

Like Ibuki, he’s going to talk himself down before doing anything.

He may approach and ask if he’s going to see you later on. Something small to see if you’re going to break your attention away. When you do he’s much more relaxed

He can totally take that person in a fight

He’ll talk to you about it later, just off hand. Nothing deep, he does have a LOT of trust in you. 

Jealousy scale: 2/10

Agata

Initially he’s a little caught off guard, seeing you talk to someone else, especially when that someone is so close to you. 

Alarm bells are ringing in his head

Agata is the youngest member of the Shishigumi, but he’s still an adult and isn’t going to throw any sort of tantrum. Alarm bells are just a warning after all. He’s not going to freak out. 

He wont directly come up and talk to you, but does walk close enough for you to know (or see) that he’s there. He really hopes you invite him over and introduce him. 

Agata will talk to you later and admit he got jealous. He’s pretty good about knowing how he’s feeling, and he loves and trusts you so he know she can talk to you without you trying to murder him. He’ll ask for a hug and kiss too. 

Jealousy scale: 5/10

Miguel

Very comfortable. Yeah, it looks like that guys hitting on you, but...have you seen Miguel? He’s jacked. Plus, he knows if you were uncomfortable, you’d call him

Or he knows you’d punch the guy yourself.

If he does get a little jealous, he’s more likely to come over and introduce himself, but he does stand his full height. 

Miguel isn’t the kind of guy to throw a massive fit, he always thinks things through and he knows and trusts you enough to know you’d never do that to him. 

Jealousy scale: 1-2/10

Sabu

Sabu doesn’t talk much, and is really good at keep his emotions close to his chest

When it looks like you two are getting a little friendly, he goes over. He doesn’t say anything, he just silently stands by your side and waits for you to introduce him

At home, he talks a smidge. 

“Hey. You still love me right? You’re not planning to run off with them, are ya?”

You assure him that you’re not. He just wants to spend the rest of the night snuggling you. 

Jealousy scale: 2/10

Jinma

Probably doesn’t know who you’re talking to, which makes him a little nervous

Excuse him while he looks it up-, wait no. He doesn’t have to. You’ll tell him. You trust him, he can trust you. 

He goes up to you two and introduced himself, calm and casual. 

Honestly? He’s more jealous than he lets on, but he is much better at communicating to you about it than a lot of the other lions are

He talks to you about it, and it’s a nice conversation that doesn’t last long

4/10

Dope

Dope gets nervous initially. You two look so relaxed, and from a distance it does look like maybe there’s something going on. Dope quickly cuts his own thoughts off, and starts thinking critically. 

He reads body language pretty well, so it takes only a few moments for him to understand that there’s nothing for him to worry about. He’s very relieved. 

Dope either waits for you, or lets you call him over to introduce him

Dope does admit he was briefly jealous, but the conversation is pretty casual

Jealousy scale: 4/10, but he’s really good at talking himself out of it

Hino

Hino actually gets jealous kind of easy. 

He knows he’s attractive, but sometimes there’s a doubt whether that’s enough for you. You’re not like the animals he can just sway with a look, or by running his fingers through his mane. You know him. It scares him that you look so comfortable with someone else. 

Hino saunters up to you two, trying his best to look comfortable and relaxed You know different though. His shoulders are tense, his jaw is just a little clenched. 

When you get home he kind of goes off and sulks a little. It takes a bit to get it out of him. He’s not used to being jealous, and it’s embarrassing for him.

Talking it out makes him feel a LOT better. Once you have that conversation, he’s way less prone to being jealous.

Jealousy level: 6/10

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Life (Part Six)

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Well, the big day was finally here. Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen are to be married. Maeve made her way towards Alice's room where the bride to be was getting ready. Maeve found Alice doing Bella's make-up and Rosalie brushing Bella's hair. Maeve smiled gently at Bella. "Hey, do you guys need any help?" "Yes please. Can you hold her hair while I pin it down?" Rosalie asked. Maeve nodded her head. "Sure." She made her way towards Bella and held her hair up like Rosalie instructed. After Alice had finished Bella's make-up and Rosalie and Maeve had finished Bella's hair Bella got into her dress, looking absolutely gorgeous. Alice and Rosalie left the room to give Bella a moment for herself while Maeve grabbed her purse and also started to walk out of the room. "Maeve? Could I talk to you?" Bella asked. Maeve turned around and nodded her head.  "Ofcourse. What would you like to talk about?" Mave replied as she took a seat. "Why is the Volturi after you?" Bella asked getting straight to the point. Maeve sighed. "Aro just wants me for my gift. That's all. But that is nothing to worry about on your wedding day." Maeve replied giving Bella a reasuring smile. "But it's just not fair. You soon have to leave again." Bella said. Maeve smiled sadly. "I know. But I have come to accept it so, do not worry about me. Now I believe it is almost time for your big moment." Maeve replied ending their conversation. She got up and left the room, feeling sad that she once more had to leave her family soon. Maeve shook her head. No, today was a happy day and she wouldn't ruin it by doom thinking. So as a good sister, Maeve sat next to the aisle, with her family, watching as Bella and her father Charlie made their way down the aisle towards Edward and the priest. The ceremony ws absolutely lovely, you could really see the love they both held for eachother. Maeve clapped along with the other guests when Bella and Edward kissed, making them bonded for eternity. Maeve sneakily touched the ground, making thousands of white and red roses appear and bloom around them. The guests where in awe and the vampires looked at Maeve and smiled at her, knowing very well that it was her that made the flowers bloom so lovely. Edward and Bella only seemed to have eyes for eachother and their smiles showed true love. Maeve smiled and was happy that Edward had finally found his soulmate, something Maeve could only dream about but it would never become true. As long as the Volturi was hunting her, no one close to her would be safe. Sure Maeve has thought about joining the Volturi, get this whole hunt over with but she couldn't. She would not surrender herself so easily without a good reason as to why she would surrender. "Hey. Cake?" Maeve jumped slightly out of her thoughts and saw Paul Lahote standing infront of her. "Eh, sure. Thank you." she replied while taking the cake from Paul. Paul chuckled and sat down next to her. "No problem. Out of all the leeches you are the least worst." he said joking. "I will take that as a compliment." Maeve replied while taking a small bite from the cake. As soon as the piece of cake hit Maeve's tongue, her nose cringued up in disgust. "What?" Paul asked, humour in his voice. "It tastes like dirt. You want the rest?" Maeve said, offering her plate to Paul. "Hell yeah." he said and quickly took the plate from Maeve, devouering the piece of cake. Maeve giggled at the sight, being glad someone else can still enjoy the pleasures of food, or sleep. Emmett made his way towards Maeve and held out his hand. "Come on sis. Let's dance." he said with his playfull smirk. Maeve chuckled and took his hand being pulled towards the dancefloor by Emmett as a upfunk dancesong started to play. Maeve and Emmett where dacing weirdly but it did show their long relationship of being a brother and sister. Soon it was time for Bella and Edward to go on their honeymoon. As all the guests where throwing rice, Emmett aiming at Edward's back, Maeve couldn't help herself but to whisper "Don't knock her up." so low that only vampires and

werewolves could hear it. Edward helped Bella into the car and rolled his eyes at Maeve which earned him a chuckle from her. When Bella and Edward had left, the normal life started again. The Cullens and Maeve cleaned up the house and went back to their normal occupations. Maeve mostly spend her days in the meadow, enjoying the sunlight and making flowers grow. Even she was still mesmerised by her own gift, it truly was wonderful to be able to create life like this. But her happy days would soon end as two weeks after the wedding Carlisle received an alarming phonecall. "Bella is pregnant." Bloody hell...

[paladinsheadcanons]

Maeve's cats all have super edgy names

100% yes. Shadow, Lightning, Death, Kernia. But far in the back of her room, hidden from the rest of the world, there is a kitten named Princess. 

[thegatesofinfinitespace]

8. Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure? [[How about Zain and Mave]]

Vanilla Sunday Meme

Zain is... fine... with his physical appearance. He's fairly proud of his hair, and when looking in a mirror, doesn't see anything that truly bothers him. Sure, he's got a few scars-- but everyone has those.

...His body though, being a vamploid is something he is extremely uncomfortable with. He's aware he's not normal, and while if it was public knowledge and that some people would gladly offer themselves as food for him, he doesn't like it.

It's... also extremely personal for him. He doesn't like feeding, not including that when he's biting certain places on the neck, it allows him to hack into certain nodes to a reploid's processor that resides there. In other words-- he can hear your thoughts during those connections, and you can sometimes get a read on his during the process if you can get past the paralysis of being bitten (which is a secondary attack to a reploid's processor to keep them from fighting back. all reploids have this. Zain doesn't like it either).

Thankfully it's not the only way to eat-- he can just drink the nano-coolant mixture in other forms without biting someone, he just... still hates it. He used to not have to consume others to keep running-- it's a new thing and is a little too similar to someone he doesn't really like.

Mave on the other hand is extremely comfortable, both with himself and his functions. He's had plenty of time to understand himself, and change his appearance to something he considered to be 'Mave.'

The piercings, the hair, the fashion, they're nothing like Zain or MZ, and that's all he really was aiming to avoid.

[bressmave]

THE UNKNOWN ou MAVERICK BRESSLER atualmente tem 31 ANOS, mora em New York e trabalha como LAVADOR DE PRATOS. No East Wenk diziam que era muito parecido com FELIX MALLARD, mas atualmente vivem comparando ele com CHRIS WOOD. 

Ninguém te conhecia ou sabia de onde você vinha, quem era você ou quais suas intenções. A história que contava dizia que tinha sido adotado por uma boa família depois de muito tempo e era só isso. Mas as pessoas não se contentavam com isso. Alguns diziam que você tinha sido preso ou era um foragido que estava sendo protegido. A verdade é que ninguém adivinhou a sua história: você estava dentro de um programa de proteção a testemunha. E, depois de ter se acostumado por tantotempo com a pobreza e com um lar cheio de abusos, agora você teria de se adaptar a uma nova família e a um contexto de fofocas e dramas adolescentes que pouco o importavam. Já havia passado por tanta coisa, isso seria fácil, certo?

BIO COMPLETA  ◢  CONEXÕES ◢  RESUMO & HEADCANONS ABAIXO DO READ MORE

aviso de gatilho: menções de assassinato, abuso e alcoolismo

RESUMO: Elijah Nowak nasceu em um lar governado pelas mãos de ferro de pai. Aos 14 anos, depois de presenciar a própria mãe sendo morta pelo progenitor, o garoto foi colocado no programa de proteção a testemunhas e sua vida mudou completamente, a começar pelo nome. Foi para Jersey City e entrou na East Wenk High School com o nome Maverick Bressler. A válcula de escape para esquecer tudo o que tinha passado e ignorar todos os boatos sobre si foi o álcool. Não demorou para que, com o passar dos anos, a bebida se tornasse um problema. Maverick conseguiu se formar junto de sua turma, mas o real escândalo aconteceu na faculdade. Antes de completar seu primeiro ano no curso de Gatronomia, sua família e amigos próximos tiveram que fazer uma intervenção e mandá-lo para reabilitação. Com a cabeça limpa, Maverick conseguiu enxergar o real problema: seu pai, o único vínculo que ainda tinha com a antiga vida. Ao ser liberado, sumiu do mapa afim de resolver essa pendência. Seu objetivo foi alcançado, mas resultou em dez anos de prisão por homicídio. Curiosamente, foi na cadeia que sua vida se ajeitou de verdade. Mave ficou completamente sóbrio e terminou a faculdade. Recebeu o e-mail sobre o reencontro alguns dias depois de ter cumprido sua pena e não hesitou em ir de mala e cuia para New York. Finalmente, teria a oportunidade de ser apenas uma pessoa: Maverick Bressler.

◤ HEADCANONS ◢

Atualmente, Maverick trabalha lavando pratos em um restaurante. Ele tentou ser contratado como chef ou cozinheiro, mas por conta da ficha criminal e do histórico de alcoolismo, isso não foi possível.

Até hoje, ainda existem muitos boatos da época do Ensino Médio sobre as origens e intenções de Maverick e o fato de não ter mantido contato com quase ninguém da turma depois da formatura incentivou o surgimento de novos. Ele ainda não teve tempo e interesse de adereçar e/ou desmentir o que se fala, mesmo depois do reencontro.

[fxcesofhxll]

@ Velvet - 🔥 + Secret

Send me  🔥 + a word and I will write a NSFW headcanon for my muse.

" I see you, Mave. "

Cut out the wall breaking you lil fuck-

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

Velvet is pretty open about what she wants, openly demanding things from her partner. She's also open about what she doesn't like which turns out to be the very basic stuff: Condoms, Tantric sex, Vanilla sex, etc.

However, with Crowley, it's absolutely no secret that she flipflops often between rough NSFL sex and soft, whispering tantric sex.

This relates to the little click in her head that changes her look on things constantly. When she's overwhelmed in one side or the other, she will shift into the opposite side (Ex: Going from tearing him apart to hugging him tight and burying her face against him while muttering her love for him.)

Bonus Secret:

Some of the things Velvet's been wanting to do to/with Crowley:

-Performing a vivisection on him (Whether for fun or for pleasure the world may never know - Record themselves live on her super popular streams - Lmao Tentacle shit - Bondage - Real form(?)/ Full Demon form sex

- Other shit I can't remember

[fxcesoflust]

Do you have any crowley and velvet headcanons to share?

Oh, Hey Mave (probably)!

I have a few ideas but in the end, I gotta talk to Mave about what they agree on and such. I’m also more adjusted to Velvet’s side of things so they may be more Velvet based at him.

1. Crowley and Velvet don’t have a romantic relationship, merely an abusive toxic one. Velvet has her moments of absolute romantic attraction to him but other times (Usually when she hasn’t seen him in so long) she says that she doesn’t love him. She’s capable of falling in love with him, it’ll make trying to kill him or him trying to kill her hurt even more

2.They’re capable of NOT tearing eachother up upon seeing eachother but usually seeing Crowley makes Velvet horny as SHIT so she usually begs anyway. 

3. Velvet sews dash-lines, messages, or Crowley’s name into her skin for him to see when they have abuse (Have abuse = Have sex + be abused fdgfhg)

4. It’s not uncommon for them to walk around together, having their shoulders wrapped up. Aka, they got hungry

5. Velvet (Although she says she doesn’t love him), She loves making him clothes, food, or giving him gifts. She’s just a huge fangirl. And when she isn’t trying to claw his face apart, she’s wife-ing him up.

6. Usually, Velvet doesn’t really kiss the people she sleeps with. When she does kiss Crowley, she bites the side of her tongue open and french kiss him as passionately as she can muster.

[forbiddenredjollyrancher]

Look, nobody tagged me but I’m doing these for my five commanders and I can’t be stopped.

― Your muse’s name: Mave

―  A favorite picture/face claim of your muse:

― Two headcanons you have for your muse:

-Mave regrew Caladbolg into a scepter that she uses to this day. The problem is she talks to it like it’s Trahearne. Yeah. She carries on one sided conversations with the thing and asks it for advice. It never actually answers her, but it does seem to help her reach conclusions regardless.

-Her Wyld Hunt was to slay Mordremoth. It made Mordremoth’s call really weird. Sometimes the call and the hunt would come on strong at the same time and she’d be frozen with inaction, unable to obey either impulse. Of course, the Wyld Hunt won out in the long run.

― Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

-Racing. Mave walks and talks fast, so she might as well be fast competitively too.

-Collecting cool rocks and gems. She sometimes makes jewelry out of it.

-Taking naps in unconventional places. She’s gotta get all that energy back somehow. 

― Seven people your muse loves/likes:

-Eriie- A girlfriend! They finally got together after War Eternal! Took long enough considering they’ve been pining for each other since Zhaitan. 

-Aurene- A daughter! Easy to bond when you also have a granddad who is a rude ass elder dragon. 

-Caithe- Older sister. They had some rough patches but Mave can’t hold a grudge for longer than two seconds.

-Trahearne- Older brother. Deceased. She’s not over it!

-Canach- She wasn’t the LWS1 Commander, so when she finally met Canach it was in the context of "Grandpa Mordy is yelling at you too, huh?” They’ve been bros ever since. 

-Damaris- Maternal bond ended with the Pale Tree, this big cat is my mom now. Mave and Damaris literally died and found each other again in limbo. That's a close bond.

-Sieran- Mentor and good friend. Deceased. 

― A phobia your muse has:

She’s scared of caves and deep underground spaces. This fear can be quelled if the surroundings are shaped like a normal interior and she can trick herself into thinking it’s okay.